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Running Free

Me and the glitches on my discord have been obsessing over Izuku today, and it reminded me that THIS scene exists. So here!! So that you can all know why I love him so much. This is part of a FINISHED fic on AO3 under the name "Running Free" by me, Glitch1d. I hope you love it<3

You and Midoriya escape the Todoroki Kingdom and find yourself in a cabin. Somethings have to be said, but in the end of it. Your both run aways, free to do whatever you want now. And damn, does the fire look hot right now.

Reminder. Reader is AFAB.

Note: Enemies to lovers. Izuku is a human, reader is a dragon (Draikana). HumanxMonster-ish. Please note: FANTASY AU

WARNING: SMUT (Which includes, spit, sucking, vaginal penetration, mxf, biting, licking, scratching, Izuku being pussy drunk, Y/N being nasty, slight degradation, begging, BREEEDING -obviously, this is a GLITCH1D fic. You know what's on here) Words: 6,4k

The stars shone down on the two of you as you both slowly made your way through the forest. You had both crossed over the border of the Todoroki Kingdom, nearly two days ago. It was a long journey trying to get into unclaimed lands far enough that you both knew that you would be safe for a while. The unclaimed lands weren’t as safe as the kingdoms were. Without having any form of official governance, it was often filled with bandits, bounty hunters, monsters and misfits. However, having such a variety of people, meant that there was a level of understanding amongst all that sought a new start there.

It had been night for a long while, hours, and even though you had been conditioned to being away for long periods at a time, it still was strenuous after the day you just had. The storm had raged for those days of travelling. It only stopped, until just a few hours ago, ceased. Midoriya seemed on high alert the whole time. His head raised high as he kept your horse on the path, he wanted the stallion to go on. The two of you had barely spoken since you left the stables of the Todoroki Kingdom, and that was okay for the time being. Other than stopping for water and eating stored apples in the horse’s carry bag, the two of you didn’t talk at all. You were, however, worried about his shoulder that had gotten pierced by the arrow, but he seemed to be able to move easily even with the injury.

Midoriya pulled on the reigns for a moment as he looked to a specific tree. Even in the darkness he could identify what was carved on it. The letters ‘A.S & Y.H’. His shoulders lowered at knowing that the two of you were in the right place. He led the horse to the right past the tree. You didn’t question where he was leading you, as long as the two of you were safe.

Through the trees and bushes, you were both met with a cabin in the woods. There was no light coming from the cabin nor any signs of recent inhabitants. The garden seemed overgrown and the weeds just as wild. Midoriya once again pulled on the reigns, pulling the stallion to a stop. He easily got off the horse, before helping you down as well. He left the horse in your care as he made his way towards the cabin.

You turned your attention to the horse, petting the stallion affectionately. You gave the horse a smile. “Thank you.” You whispered to him. The stallion neighed, shaking his white hair as he flicked his hair at the affection. You smiled, petting down his head.

Midoriya had managed to find the path to the front door. He carefully looked for a potted plant. He found one on the ground. The poor thing was dead. The potted plant had what seemed to be a pair of goggles resting on the soil bed. Midoriya picked the old pair of yellow goggles up. They weighed more than they had to, which told him all he needed to know. He found a slit in the old yellow band and found a hidden key. He used the key for the door, throwing the goggles back to the potted plant. The door opened.

Midoriya sighed in relief. He opened the door fully, entering the cabin. There was a layer of dust around, but that wouldn’t be a problem. The two-room cabin was perfect. He saw the back door and used the same key to open it. The backdoor by the kitchen, led to the backyard where an old vegetable garden was. Sitting under the kitchen window at the back was a tarp covering something. Midoriya pulled it to the side revealing a stack of firewood. Perfect.

You had tied the horse near the front of the cabin, letting him rest and snack on grass while you followed Midoriya inside the cabin. You noticed the dust around and frowned. You decided to find a broom as you walked over to the kitchen part of the cabin. You grabbed the wooden staff of the broom, just as Midoriya walked back inside with small bits of wood to kindle a fire. You moved to start sweeping some of the dust out, as Midoriya crouched down by the unlit fireplace. You made sure to try and get as much dust in the main room as possible so that it would be easier to sleep in tonight.

Perking up at the sound of muttering, you turned to Midoriya who was staring at the fireplace, thinking of ways to light it on fire. You tilted your head in confusion before letting out a small giggle. You temporarily stopped your sweeping, putting the broom against the wall. You walked over to Midoriya who was crouched in front of the fireplace. You careful went onto your knees and took a deep breath. Midoriya was pulled out of his thoughts when he noticed the light that bloomed from your neck and chest as you sucked in a breath of air. Because of the dust, you released a small cough that resulted in smoke coming out of your lips.

You hit at your chest at the smoke and dust, before you felt your nose itch. Without a second to delay it, you sneezed, pushing you back down on your ass and lighting a fire on the small bits of wood in the fireplace. Midoriya had wide eyes at the sudden burst of flames that came from you. You sniffled as you rubbed at your nose.

He looked over at you before chuckling softly. “Well, that was convenient.”

You looked up at him still shaken from your sneeze. You looked towards the now dimly lit fireplace. You perked up in pride of yourself, but still wondering how the place got lit. You both set back to work with a now lit fireplace, that would spread warmth around the cabin. You continued to sweep the dust out the doors while Midoriya brought firewood in and built up the fire.

Once the two of you were finally done, Midoriya pulled up a chair from the table and fell back onto it with a sigh, finally able to rest for a moment. He threw his head back, trying to just enjoy a moment of sitting and nothing else. You watched him for a while, the easy rise and fall of his chest. You turned around him towards another door. It was opened, revealing a bedroom. You carefully minded everything but pulled off two of the blankets. Once you had them as well as two pillows, you walked back into the main room. After making sure they didn’t have dust, you plopped them on the floor.

You walked over to Midoriya and tapped his cold shoulder. He opened his eyes and looked up at you. “I need your clothes please.” You asked him.

Midoriya wanted to complain, but he felt too tired to do that as well. He nodded his head and pulled himself up right. He slipped his shirt off his body, trying to get the wet material off his skin. You turned, leaving him to his devices as you moved to grab a few chairs. You faced them a good distance in front of the fire. You grabbed a blanket and quickly thrusted it over to Midoriya, trying to hide his body from your sight. He chuckled but he handed you his damp clothes. You placed them on the chair. You grabbed a blanket and draped it over your own body, as you took off your clothes. You shifted the chairs in front of the fire but putting them to the side to allow Midoriya and you some freedom and space to access the fire’s heat too.

Instead of heading towards Midoriya, you sat down in front of the fire, clutching the blanket around you as you soaked in the warmth of the flames. Midoriya followed suit, sitting not too far away from you. You could see him slightly shiver at being exposed to the cold and his body catching up with the weather. The only reason you weren’t shivering was because you didn’t catch cold easily even after days of travelling in the rain. You had given him the bigger blanket due to his size, which he was grateful for. He shook his head as he clutched the blanket closer around his body.

It was silent between the two of you. Neither of you having anything to say in particular, as you both just stared at the flames. Even in the dead of night, with no one around but the two of you, it still felt as though there was something keeping you both worlds apart. The crackle of the fireplace was a comforting sound, and one you had missed dearly.

“When...” You turned to look at Midoriya. He had started to speak, his eyes still focused forward but his voice was quiet. “When my mother was younger, she got married to a man.” You shifted to a more comfortable position to look at him as he began to tell you a story. “She loved him dearly. She loved him so much because he was her everything to her. They ran their little greenery together in town and were so happy just the two of them. However, one day, he disappeared. Almost as if he was plucked right out of the earth. But he came back... or supposedly it was him that came back. After a year or two, they had me.” Midoriya tightened the blanket around himself. “Yet when I was still but a babe, not even three years old, my mother found out that whoever this man was next to her, wasn’t her husband anymore. Thats when she found out that he was actually someone named Hisashi Shigaraki. Hisashi, the god of Storms and Destruction.” Your eyes widened at the dramatic turn of events. “He, of course, couldn’t stay with us for long, but he expressed how much he did truly love my mother and I before he left... He had white hair. White like snow. So that’s where the colour comes from, probably.” He expressed to you.

It once again descended into silence as you looked at him. His eyes were unfocused, but he kept his gaze forward. He looked distant, as if he was forcing himself to dissociate from the matter entirely. You frowned, concerned. “So... you’re a... a demi-god?” You asked him. He nodded his head silently. You tried to take that in. You forced a smile to your lips. “That’s cool.” Midoriya’s eyebrows twitched as they furrowed but he couldn’t stop the amused smile and chuckle that escaped his lips. You smiled truly, hearing and seeing him chuckle, even just for a moment. “Why...” You started, making Midoriya look to you. You looked greatly concerned as your eyebrows were furrowed. “Why did you kill him?” You whispered out the question as you turned your head towards him. You were trying to understand him. You really were trying to. You however didn’t blame him for doing so, but at the time, it had not even been more than two hours since you had last seen him and suddenly, he had murdered the king.

Midoriya let out sigh as he turned his eyes back towards the flames. “He... he had this sick plan for the draikanas.” Midoriya revealed to you with a disgusted expression. “It was so fucked up, I couldn’t stand it. The thought of using people for the kingdom’s own political and military gain. It was messed up. It wasn’t right. Everyone has the right to their own bodies. Then he started talking about you... I... I just...” Midoriya found it hard to express. What was he going to say? That he killed thoughtlessly? Well, he did, but he didn’t want to scare you. He didn’t want to see the fear in your eyes again. He sighed. “I couldn’t let him do that. It made my blood boil. It made me sick.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “But why?”

Midoriya scoffed as he turned to look down at you. “Why?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

You nodded your head. “Why? Why would you get angry at something he said about me? It doesn't make sense to me.” You expressed to him.

He looked at you for a moment. You looked genuinely confused with why on earth it would anger him. Why he would get pushed to the point of murder, for something someone else said about you. So many people said things about you before, so you didn’t think such a dire situation like this would happen to you ever.

Midoriya pulled his legs to his chest as he wrapped his arms around his body, trying to keep his body warm. “Ever since the moment I saw you, you had me in the palm of your hand” He confessed. “You... you were like a witch. You bewitched me with those eyes that I could just fall into, your voice that could sing me to the heavens better than any angel and your body that had captivated me better than any succubus could. You... you lit me a flame.” He placed a hand over his chest, covering the scar that crossed over his heart. An organ he thought was useless to him. His eyebrows furrowed. “You lit my heart on fire and called it yours.”

You were silent as you took in what he had just said. Was he telling you the truth? Was he this enraptured by you. How could he tell? Was it going to be just a faze or something real? You tried to formulate a response to him. “How do you know?” You asked quietly.

Midoriya let out a small laugh as he turned his head to look at you. His green eyes meeting your own gaze softly. “How does anybody know? All I know is that I have a feeling every time that I see you.” His voice was soft as well as he looked down at you with a tenderness that you only ever felt whenever he looked at you that way. “I get this feeling inside that I don’t know what to do with. It makes looking at you so...” He seemed to run out of a word to use. He searched your eyes for a moment. “Intoxicating.” He whispered. You felt heat bloom to your face that wasn’t from the fire in front of you. “When I’m with you, I don’t feel as though waking up is a chore. You make me look forward to going through my day for just a glimpse of you.” He whispered. “Suddenly, life seems bearable.” He turned his gaze away from you, back to the fire. “Of course, I realize that maybe forcing you to come along my new adventure as an outlaw was a bit selfish.” He said with an embarrassed smile as he scratched the back of his head.

You giggled to yourself at his words. You nudged him with your head softly. “Maybe a little.” You shrugged.

Midoriya chuckled with a nod. “Yah... but listen Y/N.” He turned to you. His expression turned serious. “If you ever feel as though you have to stick by my side, don’t. I don’t want you to feel that because you were gifted to me, or because I confessed to you, that you have to be here with me. You’re free now. You can do whatever you want to do.”

At that you felt your body freeze. Free. You were free. You didn’t think you could understand the concept anymore, nor know if you would ever be truly. You could do whatever you wanted to do. Go wherever you wanted to go. But go where? Do what? You didn’t know if you even wanted to do anything on the main island of Yuuie. It wasn’t even like there was a home for you to go back to. But you were free. You had a say in what you wanted to do or accomplish.

Midoriya watched as several thoughts and emotions raced through your head. He opened his mouth to speak.

“What if I want to stay with you?” You turned your head to look up to him.

Midoriya’s eyes went wide in surprise as his eyebrows raised as well. He was taken by surprise at that question. “You do? I don’t think I want to go back to the estate.”

You lowered your arms over your body. You shrugged. “I don’t mind.”

“I’m living as an outlaw.”

“I’ve lived worse.”

“I...” Midoriya sighed as he dropped his own arms as well. He grasped one of your hands and held them in his larger ones. “Don’t you want a say in who you want to be with?”

You smiled up at him. “I do.” You pushed yourself up and crawled over to him. You sat on your knees in front of him and placed a hand over the scar on his chest. Both your gazes flicked up to meet each other's. “I choose you.”

You could feel his heart thumping in his chest as he looked up at you with passion in his eyes. The both of you stared at each other for another moment, until you both realised that you were currently sitting naked in front of each other without the blankets shielding your fronts from one another. You kept your hand against his cooler skin, finding the temperature worrisome.

You careful crawled into his lap, making Midoriya’s face bloom a slight pink. A beautiful draikana was in his lap. He didn’t know exactly how to act right now. You settled on top of them, wrapping your arms around him. You let his skin touch your much warmer one, wanting to keep him warm to. You closed your eyes as you placed your head against his chest. A rumble of sorts sprouted from your chest as you wrapped your limbs around him. You settled your hands on his back on his shoulder blades. “You should stay warm, Midoriya.” You tell him.

“Izuku.”

“Bless you.”

“No I-” He chuckled at the miscommunication. He tilted your head up to look at him, his thumb resting on your chin as he looked down at you heatedly. “Call me, Izuku.” He requested.

You smiled at his given name. “Izuku.” You couldn’t help but broaden your smile at his name. “I love it.”

“Well, I hope so, I can’t exactly change it.” You both chuckled as you kept your gaze up to him. Wide eyes looking up at him as if you expected him to do something.

But if Midoriya were to be honest, all he could think about right now was the fact that he was trying so desperately not to get hard right now and not focus on your inner thighs nor the increased heat coming from your sex in his lap. He swallowed down hard as he tried not to absolutely ruin it.

Luckily for him, you were catching on rather quickly. It was rather easy to tell when a male was aroused. You chuckled as you glanced down between the both of you. “You seem excited.” Midoriya felt his cheeks burn with more heat. He tried not to die of embarrassment as he hummed in agreement, eyes wide as he looked away from you. Angry at his body. You chuckled.

You trailed one hand away from his back and to his front. You dragged it down his pecs and his abs down to the thick green happy trail. Midoriya stiffened for just a moment, waiting to see what you would do next. You wrapped your warm hand around his cock, making him suck in a breath. Your smile turned devious. You began to pump his length in your hand. He was hot. So hot in your hand and yet everywhere else was slightly cool to the touch. Midoriya’s eyes shut slowly as a soft groan left his mouth. He leaned back, with one hand supporting him as he let you do as you wish.

“You know us draikanas take mating very seriously.” You tell him with a teasing voice. “You understand that, right?” You asked as you stopped your hand, gripping his cock lightly, teasing touches more than anything serious. You glanced down at the hard twitching length. A beautiful cock in your opinion, flushed pink with a mushroom head to match. However, it was the girth and size of him that had you drooling.

Midoriya groaned, nodding his head to whatever you were saying. He was too consumed by the pleasure you were feeding to his body, to truly care about what you were saying, but he heard you. He always heard you. However, it didn’t make him any less breathless. “Yes. Yes. Whatever you say, as long as I am yours.” He opened his eyes, dark hooded eyes of lust.

You smiled at his words. You raised yourself higher to face him. You nodded your head. “Yes...” You whispered. “And as long as you are mine.” You placed your free hand on his flushed cheek. You bent over to his ear. Your mouth brushed his ear as you whispered. “Now... take me Izuku.”

With a playful growl, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down for a kiss. With a deep breath, you both sighed into the kiss, having each other in your arms. His cooler skin moved against your hot skin, as if there was a fire blazing behind it. His hands settled on your hips for now, keeping you right down against his pelvis. You whimpered as you dug your nails into his soft skin. You wanted more than just his soft lips with his teasing licks and bites to your lips.

Midoriya groaned as he moved his hands to your ass, gripping each globe of flesh in his large hands. You whimpered at the grip he had on you. He started to knead at your skin, wanting to enjoy the feeling of your naked body finally down against him. He moved back trying to catch his breath with a gasp, his lips brushing against yours. “Y/N.” He whispered it to you, as if it were a song only you could hear.

He moved his fingers closer towards your heat. His fingers itching to sink deep into the warm wet hole that was your sex. Midoriya hummed with a smirk as his fingers brushed the lips of your cunt. He moved his head back amused. “You’re dripping.” He teased.

“Am I?” You asked slyly.

Suddenly a finger plunged deep inside you. You threw your head back with a moan. You moaned out for his ears alone at the feeling of him finally giving your sex some much needed attention. He felt you squeeze his finger as you whimpered. Your twitching hole wrapped around his fingers. You already started moving your hips, even with only one finger in. He could feel in the slight quiver to your legs, that you were sensitive.

A hand came down, slapping your ass with a teasing bite to your bottom lip. With a whimper leaving your lips, Midoriya’s grin couldn’t help but broaden. “Don’t get cocky now, or else...” His finger started to bend and move in and out of you. The feeling of thick heavy and sweet slick dripping down his hand was almost euphoric of a feeling. “I’m not afraid to put you back in your place, my shining diamond.” He assured you.

Feeling your sex stretch more, he included another finger. You whimpered at the use of two of his thick fingers inside you. His calloused fingers rubbed inside you, your mind chasing the pleasure they were giving you. You knew by all the scars on his hands and the strength he held in his body, that he was skilled, but you never thought you would experience it like this. You whined as one of your hands found his hair. You buried your hands deep into the abyss of soft curls. “More.” You keened.

“More?” He asked mockingly. “What? Are two fingers not enough for you?” You knew he was teasing you. You knew how much he wanted you to beg. He wanted you to feel as though you couldn’t breathe with him and without him.

You gave him an almost betrayed look on your face as you kept moving your hips to the way his fingers were moving inside you. “Please.” You whispered to him. “Izuku, please. I need it. I need you.”

If Midoriya could have this moment engraved into his brain, he would. Having you whimpering and pleading for him to give you more pleasure. It was just too good to pass up. He grinned up at you, his canines glinting. Made you wish he had his mouth to your neck as well. If only he were a drake, and had the same impulse to claim you as you did him. But unbeknownst to you, Midoriya had a burning fire for you in his heart that could rival your very own. He moved to kiss your sternum, moving towards onE breast. Just as he took a nipple into his mouth, he bullied a third finger inside you. He felt as your whole body went pliant on top of him, your body relaxed as you sunk deeper into his lap, to allow him to do as he pleased.

You were mewling and whining at his fingers entering and exiting you, growing in speed and force. It felt so good, and you couldn’t even think of anything else other than the pleasure. You closed your eyes. Midoriya sucked and nipped at your chest, licking and sucking the living daylights out of you at any sensitive zone he could.

He could feel the way you were tightening around his fingers that any moment you were probably going to cum. He smiled as he removed his mouth from your skin. A single trail of saliva connecting his pink lips to your skin. He wanted to pay attention to this. He wanted to see you fall apart at the seams because of him. He wanted to watch and have it stored as a core memory. He wanted to have you screaming his name if he could.

Wanting to give you more pleasure, Midoriya’s thumb brushed against your clit. Instantly you jolted up at the sudden attention to the sensitive bud. “Izuku...” At the sound of his name on your lips, he couldn’t help but keep up his efforts. Tracing figure eights against your clit as he moved his fingers in and out of you. Sloppy obscene sounds coming from your sex as juices trickled down his hand and onto his lap. You tensed up as you rolled your eyes back. “Izuku! Too much! H-hold on- I- I'm going to-”

Your body seized into an arch as you tugged roughly on his hair and your nails pierced his back. You were stuck in a silent scream as you finally reached your high, almost mind numbingly so. Whimpering sounds came from you as you came around his fingers that didn’t stop nor differ in their speed. Midoriya watched with dark eyes as you fell apart because of him. Watching your body relax once more before collapsing against his chest. Slight shivers to the aftershock went through your body. You whimpered as you kept a hold of his body. Your head buried in the crook of his neck as you bucked your hips. “Fuck...” You whispered through stuttered breaths.

He wanted to see all the red lines you had caused to his back.

He heard you whine in pain at the overstimulation he was causing by keeping his thumb against your clit. You tightened your thighs around him and continued to drag your fingers down his back. “Izuku... Izuku please... t-too much... too mu-much.” You moaned out.

He chuckled as he listened to your wishes. He let his fingers exit out of the hot cavern that was your sex. Your body finally relaxed, in relief from the constant onslaught of pleasure for you. He kept his green eyes stuck between you, watching as heavy slick sat between his fingers. His cock twitched at the scene. He felt like he could have absolutely come just at the sight of you. But no. He wouldn’t do that. He wanted to cum inside you and since you were a draikana, it wouldn’t exactly be a problem.

Hopefully.

That thought sent a shiver down his spine.

You watched wordlessly as he looked back up to you. Without breaking eye contact, he put his fingers together and licked up his hand. His tongue against each and every single one that was inside you, a smirk sitting on his face at your hypnotised expression. You felt a shiver run down your back at that, a smile to your own lips. He groaned, rolling his eyes back at the taste of you. “Fuck, you taste amazing.” He said more for himself than for you. You smirked, watching as his eyes settled on his fingers. You moved, catching his attention. You took his wrist and guided to your mouth, wrapping your mouth around his fingers. You sucked on his fingers, letting the taste of him and you trickle on your tongue. You left his fingers, licking up the back of his hand, keeping your tongue out for him to see. Midoriya looked you up and down. “Holy shit.” He whispered. “You... you leave me speechless.” Midoriya slowly fell back, you still straddling his waist.

You hummed with a chuckle, bringing your tongue between your teeth. “I sure hope so.”

“Y/N...” He spoke your name lowly. You gripped his pecs as you attempted to sit yourself up, straddling his hips. He looked up at you seriously. “Do you want to continue?” He asked you. He was giving you a free exit card. He wouldn’t continue if you felt like you couldn’t handle more. At the thought of it, you were slightly offended, but then again it was also sweet.

You smirked as you pushed yourself up, reaching back to take a hold of his leaking cock. Midoriya tensed for a moment, you settled in back, bringing the head of his cock to your entrance. You smirked down at him. “If it means you breeding me.” You started to push back feeling him bully his way inside your sex. “Then yes.”

At your words you watched his eyes darken with a hidden desire you hadn’t seen before. Something so dark and twisted in the flames of his heart you were scared to even call it anything but pure lust. Midoriya looked up at you with a broad smirk. Quickly taking control of the situation, Midoriya grabbed your thighs and slowly sank you down on his cock. You gasped at the intruding feeling of him slowly filling you up. You couldn’t breathe. It was too much, pushing against you and forcing you to accommodate his size. You were suddenly very grateful for the hold he had on your thighs.

Finally, you were fully seated on his cock, your expression almost drunken at the feeling. But you weren’t the only one. You heard a whimper coming down from him. His mouth slightly apart at the feeling. He was drunk off of you. The warm and hot feeling of you trying to keep his cock inside you as if he wanted to go anyplace else. He gasped at the feeling of your sex fluttering around him. He closed his eyes as he gripped your hips tighter, his grip no doubt would have bruised. An almost pained groan came from him. “F-fucking hell.” He whimpered out. A shiver went down his back at the feeling. He tried to control his breathing and his cock, but you were making it damn hard on him.

You smirked down at him, your arms barely able to keep you up. “You alright?” You asked mockingly.

Midoriya opened his eyes, a half-lidded gaze was your answer. “I think you just made me religious cause, I just saw the gates of heaven.” At his words you tightened around his cock only making him groan. He slightly arched his back as he made a sound almost as if he was in pain. “Fuck. If I keep you on top, I’m going to cum before I even fuck you.” Easily, he flipped the two of you over, a hand holding your back so that you wouldn’t fall back down roughly off his cock. He sat you down on the blankets, in front of the fireplace. His large frame finally caging you down. He looked down at you were a masterpiece. All he could see was perfection in his eyes. He moved your thighs higher to rest on his shoulders. He held you sweetly but with such a devilish look on his face, all you could think is how he was the demigod of destruction. “I want to see it again.”

“See what?”

He moved his hips back, and you felt him slowly leaving you, taking away that full feeling but not completely. He bent down to your ears, forcing you into a mating press. He smiled against your ear. “Heaven.” He thrusted back inside you, making you moan at the action. Not changing position, Midoriya pounded into you like his life depended on it. One hand kept his weight off your body while the other, held you in place just for him. You moaned as you kept a hand around his neck, your fingers twisting and pulling at his locks of hair. The feeling of his cock just brushing your cervix making you squeak and relax down into the blankets underneath you.

“Izuku. S-so good.” You let out slurred as you tried to utter words to him, but you couldn’t get past much.

Midoriya kept his head down, the light from the fireplace next to the both of you illuminated the beads of sweat that littered his body. He groaned as he moved in and out of you. He couldn’t will himself to think of anything but the pleasure and passion between the two of you. He was sure he could feel your heartbeat and his sync and he couldn’t even stop to figure out where you started and where he began. He groaned out as he dipped his head to the crook of your neck. “You’re so fucking perfect. So good to me. Fuck, I love the way you look with my cock inside of you.” Midoriya couldn’t stop his babbling as he maintained the steady rhythm in and out of you. With the way you were gripping his cock, you were trying to milk him of all he was worth. Trying to keep his cock sheathed inside you and never to leave you till the world ended.

The sounds of skin against skin and the soft squelching of your sex only fuelled the growing and building tension between the two of you. The feeling of your hands digging into his back and gripping his hair harshly only made him groan. Here you both were, two souls that thought they were worlds apart, now together as one nothing separating the two of you. He could feel the heavy building need of release at the pit of his abdomen, but he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop.

He could feel it in the way your thighs started to quiver, and how much you were tightening around his cock. You were heading there yourself. Your grip on him only growing stronger. “Izuku.” Midoriya moved his head to look down at you, his strokes less rhythmic and more urgent and needing. You saw him begging you with his eyes. You smiled up at him, tears in your eyes. You moved to hold his face in your hands. “Please.” You whispered.

His shoulders lowered in relief. He nodded. A hand went down to your clit, making you jolt. You moaned at the increasing tension at the pit of your stomach. You whimpered and squealed and with one more thrust, you both went tumbling down into pleasure. “FUCK.” Midoriya gripped your body so hard, you were afraid you were going to break. Electric sparks went around his body, a shiver of fear and pleasure going down your back. Your body shook in pleasure as you arched into him. Your mind shattered into pleasure and nothingness other than the feeling of each other. Your bodies moulding into something of pleasure and lust. The feeling of him filling you up only fuelling your contentedness.

You both sighed as Midoriya relaxed on top of you. Both of your hearts racing a mile a minute and your breaths heavy. Midoriya stayed inside you, his grip on you still tight as he saw stars for a second. You both were quiet for a moment as you slowly used every bit of your strength left to hold him in your arms. You smiled and placed a kiss into his hair. “Did you see it?” You asked.

For a moment, Midoriya didn’t even know what the hell you were talking about. Then he remembered. He smiled tiredly. “Turns out...” He lifted his head and placed his forehead against yours. He softly rubbed the inside of your thigh as he did so. “Heaven is right in front of me.”

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How would yandere Deku react to the reader playing a gold flute that's unbreakable because of magic that was gifted to her by someone from another dimension who has feelings for her? It’s like the music from the flute can connect with reader and her friend, there’s a special connection between them

i kinda mixed this with a fantasy setting idea?? Could be seen as either romantic obbsession or platonic. I kinda’ left that up to you. gn reader btw~

shaky writing because i was trying to sound all wise and philisophical and i forgot i was a smut writer

(Fantasy AU! Yandere, obsession, destruction of property idk there’s so few warnings on this one(?))

Playing God

Yandere! Izuku Midoriya x reader

When you first meet Izuku Midoriya, you’re a bit surprised that this was the hero the Gods chose. He resembles nothing close to what the prophecy foretold. He’s merely a child, barely hovering about the age of fourteen, trembling in the dirt of your forest, marks and scratches all over his body.

For a moment, you think to leave him. Eventually the elders of the village will come to look for him. There’s no need for you to meddle with the human’s affairs, especially ones concerning a hero. They did say those who intervened with the destiny of a prodigy often suffered dearly.

It’s the frailness of his body that makes you break, how tiny he looks among the grass. How pitiful.

A warm meal wouldn’t count as meddling, right?

“Are you lost?” You ask.

The boy stiffens, he looks up wildly, before finally focusing his eyes on you. They were bright. Green like the forest. He blended in quite nicely.

He doesn’t answer the first time.

“I asked if you were lost.”

He hesitates, “...A little.” He finally admits.

You laugh, it’s quick, barely a huff, finally deciding to extend your hand towards him.

“Come. Let’s get you out of the dirt.”

As his hand reaches up to grasp your own, you decide that he doesn’t have the hand of a hero’s.

Despite his tiny stature, Izuku eats a lot.

Two bowls have already been downed, and he’s midway through his third. Briefly, you wonder if you even have enough food to fill this boy up.

He seems to suddenly remember himself, stopping himself from devouring the bowl completely, delicately setting it down.

“Thank you for the food,” He says shyly, a blush blooms on freckled cheeks.

You only hum, “Eat as much as you want. You need that energy.”

He nods at your reply, going back to his meal, before pausing again.

“I’m...I’m sorry for barging into your home like this,” He says, guiltily looking away. He glances at the hall of your temple.

“I promise I’ll leave as soon as I can...”

You tilt you head, “What were you doing so deep in the forest anyway? Not even the woodsmen come this far.”

“I was exploring,” Izuku replies honestly, “But the woods got so dark and I didn’t know where I was going and...”

“Hm,” You say, “Exploring? Alone? That’s not very wise.”

He’s helpless to do nothing but nod.

“I know...”

“Well, as long as you realize your mistake,” You sigh, stretching out your arms, “Be sure not to repeat this dangerous adventure again. Understood?”

He blinks. He seems confused.

“You...you aren’t upset I entered your forest?” He asks hesitantly.

“The forest isn’t mine. I’m in no position to demand those things,” You reply, “I’m just glad you’re unharmed.”

He seems to still be unsure. In response, you push his unfinished bowl closer to him.

“That being said,” You hope your smile doesn’t look like a grimace, “I might not be so forgiving if you waste your food.”

His doubt seems to vanish instantly. Immediately, Izuku goes back to eating, scarfing it down with renewed vigor.

When the sky begins to show signs of purple, you shoo him in the direction of his village. He keeps waving back until his figure fully disappears into the leaves. When he’s gone, you sigh, massaging your temples. There’s no moon in the sky tonight. A child is harmless, but it could have been worse.

Maybe you should erect a barrier to keep pesky humans out.

After centuries of practice, the art of the woodwind instrument has finally been mastered.

The forest is quiet, thrumming with silent vigor. You can feel the spirits in the trees, the streams, the dirt, all await for your tune. As always, you sit on the floor of your temple, hands steady on your flute. You play something soft, melodious. The song blooms through your halls, spreading across the trees. Your eyes are closed, listening to the notes in a quiet tandem.

“Wow, you’re really good.”

You scream. The golden flute drops to the floor, sending a loud clatter as it rolls away. Recovering quickly, you immediately grab the instrument, before sending a seething look at the intruder.

At least he had the conscious to look remorseful.

“Sorry,” Izuku says hesitantly, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s fine,” You say too quickly.

You take a deep breath, trying to sound a little more patient. You still can’t keep the frustration in your voice, still too flustered at how easily you were startled by a mortal.

“Why are you here anyways?”

He looks away, “I...was doing some exploring...again.” He says shyly.

When you give him a look, he’s quick to respond.

“Safely! This time.”

You swallow your annoyance, “Wonderful. I’m a little busy at the moment. If you’ll excuse me.”

You get up, brushing down your kurta. Izuku is quick to follow, scrambling to walk beside you.

“What-what are you busy with?” He squeaks, “I could maybe help you?”

“Gardening,” You say stiffly, “It’s mainly heavy-lifting work. I’m not sure a child could help me.”

Why was he here? How had he even found you? Hadn’t he learned his lesson last time he got lost? You wondered if the dryads had helped this kid out. Annoying you was something of a pastime for them.

“I can help! I’m pretty strong. And-and I could...” He trails off when you sigh.

You come to a stop.

“Child, don’t you think it’s a little reckless to be wandering the forest again? Why don’t you go play with your friends in the village?”

His face falls and you wonder if you said the wrong thing. When he glances down to stare at the dirt, you know you’ve said the wrong thing.

“Who know who I am, right?” He mumbles, kicking at the dirt, “You already knew my name.”

You don’t respond. He already knows your answer.

“The kids in the village don’t really like me...” He quietly says, “They say the Gods wasted their gifts on me...that I don’t really deserve it.”

He looks at the trees. You follow his gaze, hoping to catch what he sees.

“The elders also say think same thing. They never say it...but...I can tell.”

You can almost imagine it, a boy with green hair being ostracized by children, each which jealousy, annoyance, that this was the hero the Gods chose. Adults clambering together, whispering their distaste in hushed rumors.

“Do you believe them?” You ask.

He looks at you, confused.

“They said you were a failure. Before you could even start. Do you believe them?”

He doesn’t hesitate, this time.

“I don’t.”

You laugh at that. The confidence a kid like him has. You admire it, honestly.

Heroes are rare, an abnormality. Despite all the years you’ve lived you’ve only met a few. You’ve never seen a hero grow, get stronger, flourish with the gift of the Gods.

“Do you believe them?” Izuku asks.

This could be an opportunity.

You tilt your head. “Which Gods have visited you so far?”

He only has one gift so far. Strength, from the sun. You hum in acknowledgment, before calling out to the forest. You ask for ore from the caves, wood from the trees.

You ask for indirect heat, from the moon.

The sword is too heavy for Izuku. He bends a bit, struggling to support the weight.

Still, he doesn’t let it drop. You smile at that.

“We’ll see.”

Watching over a hero might give some entertainment in your mundane life.

Izuku visited consistently. His favorite time was in the evening, just when you were about to play your tune. You don’t mind. He’s diligent. A hard worker. You supposed it’s because no ones bothered to try with the little hero. He’s grateful for it.

You just wish he’d be a bit more efficient.

“It’s been hours, let’s just stop here, for now.” You say, coming to stand beside him.

He’s barely sitting, almost lying in the grass, exhausted. The hero groans in what sounds like acknowledgment. Slowly, he tries to lift himself up, staggering.

You sigh, “Take a break. Gain back your strength.”

He collapses back to the floor, and the sword sinks into the grass. Curious, you step towards his work, the job you’d given him for today.

As you expected, it wasn’t a lot. The dead stump you instructed him to cut down barely had a scratch on it, a shallow line where his sword had mashed through. Could be his age, or his overall power, but Izuku was weak, despite the gift the Sun had given him.

“No,” You tell him sternly when he tries to wobble to his feet, “Just sit for now.”

He looks like he wants to argue, but he wordlessly complies. You were glad you had to stop him from pushing himself, instead of the other way around. Tenacity was honestly the only thing he had going for him at this point.

“Thank you,” Izuku politely takes the cup you offered him, drinking the contents down in one swing.

You stand next to him, waiting for him to finish.

He couldn’t access his gift, he told you when you berated him one evening. He knows it’s there, deep within him, but he can’t reach it. Theoretically, cutting down a stump should be child’s play with his gift. You were pretty sure it was because he lacked any initial power. In order to start a fire, one needed a flame. Izuku didn’t even have a spark.

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong,” He says when he finally catches his breath, “I can still feel it. It’s still there, but I can’t use it. Am I still not strong enough?”

You give him a look over. It’s only been a few weeks but he’s already gained a bit of muscle. Not by a lot, but he didn’t look like he’d fall over by a gust of wind at any second.

It should be more than enough, right?

Maybe you were looking at it the wrong way? You bite your lip, studying him. He’s strong, plenty strong, but maybe it isn’t just physical strength that’s stopping him?

“I think the issue is that you aren’t picturing it,” You finally say.

“Picturing it...?”

You nod. “Gifts mainly are channeled through your body, but you need to guide it. I’d suggest temporarily setting a goal, before you fully harness your gift.”

You expect him to jump up, eager to try your strategy out. Instead, Izuku uncharacteristically remains seated on the floor.

“Something wrong?” You ask.

He shakes his head.

“No, it’s just: you’re always helping me,” He says, “I wish I could do something to repay you.”

You feel a little guilty when he says that. You still don’t have the heart to admit you’re doing this for your own entertainment.

He gives a frustrated huff.

“But I’m not really sure what a human like me could give a God.”

Now, that gets a laugh out of you. Izuku’s face falls to confusion as you almost fall to the floor in hysterics.

“Sorry,” You huff, out of breath, “Do you...do you think I’m a God?”

He hesitates, “You...you aren’t?”

“No,” You’re still grinning, “Not even close.”

“But the-the temple,” He flounders, “Your-your powers?”

You shake your head.

“I was simply gifted by the Gods, same as you.”

His eyes widen, “Are you a Hero too?”

“Not quite,” You hum, “I think once, a long time ago, I was a human. A normal human. But I did something that a God rather appreciated. They gave me my gift.” You whirl the flute in your hands. Izuku stares at it, transfixed.

“What happened?” He suddenly asks.

You glance at him, he’s backpedaling, trying to squish words in a sentence.

“Why did the God give you your gift?”

Your smile falls.

“...I don’t remember.”

Izuku sits back, something somber on his face. A wince of anger.

“You...don’t?” You shake your head.

“It happened centuries in the past. It’s...trivial to recall things that happened so long ago.”

Izuku sits, letting what you said fill the silence. He doesn’t move until you’re scowling, telling him to get to work. He’s quick to comply.

Your theory is proven correct when Izuku closes his eyes, focusing on his gift. When he swings, the brunt of the sun comes with it, shattering the stump completely. It’s shaky, uncontrolled, but he did it.

When you ask what he was thinking about, he cheekily tells you its a secret.

There’s a festival in the village that evening. Timidly Izuku asks if you will attend. His face falls when you shake your head. He’s suddenly wondering why you haven’t left the forest in all the years you’ve been alive.

“That’s the price of immortality,” You hum.

“Imprisonment.”

Izuku is sixteen when news of him reaches the kingdom.

Imperial knights are sent to his village immediately. Within weeks nobles and merchants swarm his tiny town, endlessly gifting him with gold, jewelry, expensive clothing he’s never seen before.

Even the current crown prince of this era came to greet him.

“His highness says there’s a school in the palace, a place where people can train with their gifts,” Izuku says, swinging his knees on the roof.

You idly stand beside him, onlooking the view of the forest. It was so pretty like this, the time just before nightfall came. The temple is washed in duller colors as the sun disappears beneath the skyline. You can see the moon creeping up to take its place.

Usually, he’s dressed so modestly, simple clothes, scuffed pants. Today, he sits in your temple wearing an expensive shirt, material you’ve never even seen before. He looks healthier. Fuller. He gave you a fruit you had no name for. It tasted sweet on your tongue.

“Exciting,” You state, indulging him, “When are you planning on departing?”

He frowns.

“In a few days,” He says.

His tone is off. You tilt your head.

“Are you not excited?” You ask, “This is the chance you were waiting for, correct? After all, there’s so little training you can do in a forest.”

“I am,” He returns, too quickly, as if he’s trying to convince himself more than you.

He isn’t looking at you, rather, he’s avoiding looking at you completely. Bright green eyes stare into the horizon, dimmed by the setting sun.

“Then?”

“You won’t come with me,” He phrases it as a statement. A certainty.

“I won’t,” You agree, “Why are you so worried with my presence?”

“I just-” He doesn’t respond, trying to figure out the correct words. He takes a minute. Then another.

“I wish you could.” He gives a glance at your flute. You can’t make out his expression. “But you can’t.”

You hum.

“Have you ever wanted to leave this place?” Izuku asks.

That question has never crossed your mind before. You peer into the forest, alongside him. You can see treetops, hills, valleys. It’s all yours.

But have you ever wanted more than that?

How have the humans developed? How has the world changed? The fruits Izuku brought, the clothes he wore, you wanted to see the place they came from.

“I think It’d be nice if I could,” You reply honestly.

This gift was a curse, as well as a blessing. But you were happy with that. Content. The world will change around you, evolve, possibly leave you behind. But you’re fine in your little world filled with green.

You know Izuku doesn’t see it that way. No mortal would, not with their finite days.

“You never told me,” Izuku says.

“Told you what?”

“Which God gifted you.”

You smile, “Why does it matter?”

He frowns, “Is that you saying you won’t tell me?”

“Not quite,” You honestly state, “I’ve given you some hints, I believe.”

“Isn’t it more fun to figure it out yourself?”

He doesn’t respond, not to your last statement, at the very least.

“I’m not strong enough to help you, yet.” He whispers, turning to look at you.

“But I will be, one day.”

You smile at him. But, for some reason, his words feel like a warning.

The next day, Izuku heads into the kingdom.

You don’t see him off. You know he understands.

It’s not like you could.

You lied to him.

You remember how you got your gift. Just pieces, shatters of a complete memory. Sometimes you try piecing them together, trying to create a concrete storyline. Something always feels wrong, uncomplete.

You always give up.

In the end, it was pointless to try to explain remnants of a memory to a boy who can hardly fathom your passage of time.

Tonight, once again, the moon doesn’t join you.

To you, 11 years is only a moment.

To Izuku, it’s more than a decade.

He’s bigger now. Earlier, he was shorter than you, thinner. Now, he feels larger than most trees, towering over you. Untamed green hair is shorter now, and those giant emerald irises have matured.

The only thing you recognize is the smile. Soft, hesitant. Nervous.

As if he’s unsure if you even want to see him.

He timidly waits by the entrance of your temple, patiently waiting for you to acknowledge him. It’s a little comical, with how big he is, yet his posture remained the same. Polite, to the end.

You wait for a minute, then two.

Finally, you sigh.

“Come here, Izuku,”

He’s huge, practically dwarfing you. He has to bend over a little, hunch, in order to wrap his arms around your smaller body. But you’re just as warm, just as welcoming.

You pat his broad back, and you can feel him relax into your hold.

“Welcome home.”

“You can only stay for a few days?” You cock your head, disappointed.

He’s nodding, just as remorseful.

“I already visited the village,” He’s sighing, leaning back, “So much has changed.”

You laugh, “I can imagine. Tell me, what was it like?”

Izuku tells you stories. Stories of his travels. Stories of the adventures he’s had. Stories of the long harsh battles. Stories of finally slaying the nightmare that had plagued this world for decades. Stories of being a hero.

You wonder if he feels guilt, guilt that you weren’t there to watch him. You can’t blame him. That’s how he is. He needs to be everyone’s savior. You often wondered if that was just his personality, or the traits of every hero.

You like to think that it was just Izuku’s.

He’s smiling when he finishes his tales. The sun is setting in the sky. You won’t let him stay the night.

He’s matured between his younger years. There’s no disappointment on his freckled features. He nods, with a smile.

“You can only stay for a few days,” You say, tilting your head.

“I’m offended you aren’t more saddened about leaving.”

He jerks, stumbling over apologies and you laugh.

“No it’s just, I have a feeling.” He smiles knowingly, a light blush over his tanned faced.

You prod, “Feeling?”

He nods, “I won’t be leaving you.”

You don’t know what he means by that. It sounds metaphorical, because he must know you’ll never leave this forest. You’ll live forever, while he, the great hero, withers away with mortality. Another will take his place.

Still, his last words feel strangely cryptic. You force yourself not to linger on it.

Something was wrong.

You woke up. The forest was screaming. You could hear the horrid cries of the trees, the saplings.

They were screaming for you.

You’re stumbling through the halls of your temple. It’s night, but the moon isn’t out, not this time. There’s no one to see you. To hear you. You feel alone.

But you aren’t.

Izuku is right there, in the edge of your temple. You want to feel relief, but you can’t, not when the thing he’s holding in his arms is too familiar to you. Something he shouldn’t even be touching.

“What are you doing?”

“I’ve figured it out,” Izuku is smiling, spinning your flute in his hands. He’s too reckless, and you have a feeling he won’t listen to you if you tell him to be careful.

It strangely feels like it’s the intention.

“Figured what out?” You cautiously ask. Izuku doesn’t feel like the companion you trained all those years ago. He feels more than that. Bigger.

It scares you.

“It was the Lunar God. The one who gifted you.” Izuku says, his eyes trail up to the sky. There’s nothing. Nothing nothing nothing.

“You never let me visit on days there’s no moon. You don’t have power on those days,” He looks down at the flute, “Neither does this.”

“Izuku,” You feel like you’re begging but you don’t know why, “Izuku what are you doing?”

His eyes are softer, like he believes his own words, rather than your tearful ones. You suddenly realize the forest wasn’t crying for you to come and save it.

It was crying for you to run and save yourself.

“Don’t you get it?” He says, “I’m saving you.”

There’s a crack. And you don’t have the courage to keep staring as he drops the instrument to the floor. There’s two distinct clatters, and you know it’s over.

You can feel it. All of it, lifting from your skin. Your tether to the moon is disappearing. Your power is returning to someone who once gave it to you with a smile. The voices of the forest are growing weaker and weaker and weaker.

Then you stop hearing it entirely.

You sink to the floor, no longer someone with a god’s gift, just you.

Just Izuku’s.

He’s quick to retrieve his prize, following you to the floor of a temple that you once owned. His hands rub your back in a soothing gesture that lacks the intent, just the greed.

“You’ll be okay,” He’s murmuring, “I’ll take care of you now.”

He’s humming, just barely over your hushed sobs.

“All you ever need, is me.”

Izuku draws you into a hug, and you suddenly feel very foolish.

Despite all the years you’ve lived, you were simply a mere human.

Who were you, to play God?

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