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yuichi-ro · 2 years

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cw: fem!Reader, dub/noncon, mommy kink, ignoring dynamics/safety words, vaginal fingering + penetration, spit /drool, pussy drunk!Deku, unprotected sex, unedited wc: 1.3k blank/ageless/minors DNI ࿐ ◕ᴗ◕✿ ─Izuku doesn't adhere to mommy's rules very well

“I’m the mommy and your the baby, simple as that.”

Now the simple sweet motion of Izuku crowding you to get closer. As if his fingers curling inside your velvety insides weren’t enough. He ached for more. Evident in the way his cock twitched between his eyes but green eyes set forward with an earnest look of concentration on his face. You’d never seen your baby so focused before.

“Shit Izuku-” Something felt off but that something was feeling too good for your own sanity. Toes curling and legs trembling you out stretched your arms above your head with a slight wiggle down on his fingers as the concentration remained, “Mmm that’s right- Mommy’s feeling good. Oh~”

A pump of his fingers into you. Writhing digits coated in your slick that were simply pushed back inside you. Dragging along with it a moan right from you. Plunging them down to his last knuckles in you Izuku was immune to your praise tonight but lost in the noises. Eyes set forward with a hunger you were too unaware to notice. He kept chewing on his bottom lip the faster his fingers were pushed into your gummy walls.

“Fuck! That’s a good boy! That’s- That’s right baby!” Pressure building in your walls. Clenching and tightening around him. Juices dripping down his scared knuckles when Izuku didn’t seem to care how messy it was really getting. He’d push them into you just to press harder against your sweet spot. Receiving a moan and praise like he always did.

It came in through like static though. He wasn’t listening.

Then came the sudden emptiness of his fingers. No longer stretching you out and wrongfully taking you away from the bliss right around the corner. Your eyes fluttered open to see what was the problem. Shocked to see him wiping his wet fingers along his cock and wedging himself between your legs already.

“Izuku-” You snapped with a twinge of irate for loosing your orgasms mojo so close to climax, “What do you think you’re doing baby I was about to-”

Thumb pressed to the swollen head of his cock he used what focus he could muster just to sink down to the hilt inside your gooeyness. A pathetic moan leaving his lips only for a second as Izuku gripped the underside of your knees and pressed them down. Availing to his cock hitting far past what his fingers were just doing.

“Fuck! God- Wait- I was about to cum Izuku what are you-”

Pleasure glossed over his eyes. He was lost to you for a second when he looked up. Grip tightening on your legs he rutted his hips into you with force. Causing a ripple right up your spine. Resulting in your words coming out like an incoherent slur. Reprimanding him for breaking scene but unable to do anything about it as he drew back his hips. Intentionally allowing his leaky head to slid up against your buzzing clit. Just to dip himself back into your cunt. Hissing with pleasure as he shook his head and held you down.

“Need it-” Izuku managed with a shaky breath, “Need it now- Need mommy’s cunt-”

His form above you. You looked up only to see through half lidded eyes that he was nowhere but lost in the pleasure. Each snap of his hips taking him further and further away. Driving you into the bed as his jaw hung slightly slack jawed just so he could pant helplessly as he fucked you.

Izuku’s lips shiny from the little dart his tongue made over his bottom one. Frantic snap of his hips as he chased his orgasm greedily. All of him consumed by it so much that he was beginning to forget to swallow. Hovering above you with fistfuls of the sheet beneath the two of you. He could come down to kiss you but there was nothing but groveling for his own orgasm on his mind. Unable to do anything but fuck you as your body jiggled under him. It wasn’t long before the first little pool of drool was forming on his bottom lip.

“Izuku-” You choked on a moan before anything else came out. Back arcing up to meet his thrusts. Legs spreading further and further apart as the weight of his hips kept yours splayed. The front of his pelvic bone mashing into your poor clit each time he buried himself inside you. It wasn’t enough to cum for you. Keeping you on that edge of insanity just as he fucked himself senseless like a pussy drunk fool.

Above you hovered his face. Spit drooling from his lips as he fucked you like a mutt in heat. Green curls sticking to his forehead as the moments got hotter and hotter with each thrust. Beads of sweat rolling down his pale temples. And the drool seeping from his slacked jaw fixated stare down on you. He couldn’t consume enough of you in this very moment as it felt like his body was on fire.

“ ‘m gonna cum-” Izuku managed through clenched teeth as a moment of clarity brought him to swallow the spit pooling in his mouth instead of letting it drip down onto you, “Shit- I’m gonna cum-”

Words plucked from your mouth before you could say them. Eyes growing wide with your own pleasure just as it teetered at too much. Izuku pressed his weight down onto you without warning. Pinning you between the bed and his body. Hips pushing himself deeper and harder into you. Wet squelch of your cunt swallowing him up even if it was happening all too fast for you to register it all.

His groaning hiss meant only one thing. Hips rutting into yours with desperation the first really warm gooey feeling of cum hit you. Izuku hugging you as tight as he could as his cock twitched inside you. His load relentlessly being pushed deeper with each spurt. His ass dipping in with little thrusts here and there to assure his seed mindlessly ended up deeper in you. Your tight trembling body under him wasn’t even something he realized before his orgasm finally died down and the dribble of cum out around his cock snapped him back to reality.

“Oh my- I-” Izuku brought himself back on his hands to look down at you with a wide eyed stare, “I’m so sorry! I- I don’t know what came over me please I didn’t-”

“You didn’t get me off.” You reached back behind his head to grab a tight fistful of his hair. Yanking Izuku down to you with a little surprised yelp on his eye. Dragging your tongue up the side of his head as you wiggled and pushed up against him so his overly sensitive cock drug his cummy mess along your cunt walls. Izuku pathetic mewls above you at just the slightest bit of overstimulation after what he just did, “I’m the mommy and your the baby, you get me off first.”

“Y-Yes!” Izuku’s voice shaky as he was still stirring with panic after the pussy drunk fool he’d just made of himself in front of you.

Ready to pull himself from your gooey walls Izuku was shocked when you locked your legs behind him and pulled him closer to you. Green eyes flashing down at you and his mouth falling open ready to tell you he was going to get you off like he promised. You readjusted that handful of his hair. Bringing him with care so your lips danced against the shell of his ear. While your other hand forced his between your two bodies. Encouraging his fingers to fund your clit in the mess he’d made of your pussy. Now slick with his cum and your juices you urged Izuku to rub his fingers up against your aching clit just as you wiggled your hips and purposely squeezed your walls around his poor throbbing cock just to hear him mewl in the most pathetic tone yet, “I’m the mommy and I want you to get me off on you cock. Simple as that.”

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szivtalan · 3 years

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love is in the words unspoken

all these moments are golden,

forever is mine with you

the blossoming of the cherry trees always puts hawks in a strange mood. he thinks they’re romantic, magical - reminds him of a time when he was more naive, more dreamy, didn’t know much about the world. it’s nostalgic, to see the carpet of sakura petals on the streets, reminding him of what is and what could’ve been.

‘hawks!’

it’s ironic that he runs into endeavor’s child just as the flowers begin to fall.

‘hey, it’s todoroki.’ he grins, glancing at the two heroes behind the one already rushing up to him: deku and dynamight. ah yes, the three musketeers, as they call themselves. it’s nice to see the top three teaming up that way. ‘where’s the honorific though, kiddo? i’m still much older than you.’

‘not that much.’ shoto replies, and it feels like a shot to the heart. that’s right... they’re both in their twenties now. ‘and i figured i’d drop the honorifics now that i’m above you on the hero ranking list.’

the tilt of his head would be adorable if he weren’t such an asshole. tokoyami was right when he said that his youngest was different than endeavor - hawks only wished to see such a playful side of him.

‘the disrespect.’ hawks laughs, slapping shoto on the shoulder. he hits harder than what would be necessary, but the boy doesn’t even bat an eye. sturdy. and tall. holy shit, is he taller than hawks now? ‘anyway, i really don’t mind. are you guys patrolling around here?’

‘GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE HALF-AND-HALF, BEFORE I GO THERE AND BEAT IT!’ one youngster yells at them.

‘kacchan, don’t be so rude! he’s talking to hawks-san!’

‘friendly bunch.’ hawks snorts, and shoto just shakes his head with a smile.

‘they’re the best. i’m just trying to catch up.’ he admits, sounding sincere.

‘DON’T IGNORE ME, FUCKFACE!’

‘what are you doing around here anyway?’ shoto asks. ‘isn’t your office in a different city?’

‘yeah, i just came here to stretch my wings, take a walk.’ hawks says, ruffling his feathers a little for emphasis.

‘are you walking on your wings?’

‘n-no...?’

‘then how-’

‘WRAP IT UP NOW!’ at dynamight’s next shout, shoto visibly flinches. he seems more irritated than scared, at least to hawks.

‘i just wanted to thank you for helping my dad all those years ago.’ shoto says then, bowing his head a little. hawks takes it back, he doesn’t have an ounce of disrespect in his body. he’s just a little warped in the social area, and hawks has a fairly good guess where he gets that from. ‘i’ll be going now.’

‘wait, ah- how, how’s the old man?’ hawks tries to aim for anything but desperate. ‘i haven’t heard from him since the retirement.’

shoto looks at him thoughtfully, and those dual-colored eyes make hawks immeasurably nervous. he feels like he’s staring into his soul, opening up the secrets he’s got locked inside.

‘he’s well. i go home on weekends.’ shoto says, pulling up a notebook and a pen. ‘here’s the address. i think he’d appreciate the visit.’

the road to the todoroki estate was the most tiring one hawks had taken in a while. it’s not like it was far from where they met with shoto, but he spent the entire time worrying if he’s dressed well for the occasion, if he should just walk instead of flying to not get gross and sweaty - if endeavor will even let him in, or he’ll just pass by and get told off.

the house is huge, traditional, designed in classic enji taste. hawks could see the roof from a street away, almost walks into a lamppost while staring, his heart picking up the speed both from the scare and the nerves. his feet feel heavier with every step, walking down the street, finally getting to the gate-

and seeing todoroki enji, former number one hero, the feared endeavor sweep the walkway to his door, the scene way too casual to not send an already spring-up hawks into hysterics.

‘what the hell is that?’ hawks spits, laughter erupting from deep in his belly. the look on endeavor’s face just makes him shriek louder, his abs clenching with it. ‘is that- a fucking broom for ants, endeavor, you look so funny-’

‘can’t a man just do his chores in peace?!’ endeavor’s yelling now; sparks fly on his heated skin, and then they burst into flames.

‘now that’s the endeavor-san i know and love.’ he laughs, holding onto his own stomach, wiping his tears. endeavor’s face appears red under all that fire, he walks up to the gate to let him in.

‘what are you doing here, anyway?’ he mumbles, extinguishing himself as hawks walked in. he holds his broom under his armpit rather awkwardly, with the gracelessness of a man not quite used to doing the cleaning. hawks looks at him, observes: the slouch in his shoulders, the specks of grey in his stubble, the blush high on his cheek, the early wrinkles. he smiles to himself, reasons unknown, buried deep in a secluded part of his heart.

‘ran into your kid downtown, he said i should drop by and say hello.’ hawks lifts the nylon bags he’s been carrying, offers a lopsided grin. ‘i brought takeout.’

‘hmpft.’ endeavor is elaborate, as always. a man of few words and plenty actions, something hawks has always admired in him. ‘you can stay. only for the food.’

‘so you’re still very much hopeless in the kitchen, eh?’

‘don’t make me change my mind, brat!’

the house is huge on the inside, at least five bedrooms, two bathrooms, a big kitchen and dining room, and one living room all fit into one floor. all of it echoes from their steps, empty and lonely.

‘your boy said that he’s visiting you on weekend.’ hawks pries, shrugging his coat off as he hands over the bag. his fingers brush against endeavor’s fight-hardened, calloused ones and his heart feels like it could jump out of his chest again.

‘whenever he has the time. shoto’s a busy man.’ endeavor nods, his voice dripping with pride. hawks doesn’t need him to say any more to know how fond he is of his son. it makes him smile, actually. ‘why?’

‘and the rest of your family?’ he asks, a little more cautious.

‘i see rei and natsuo on holidays, and fuyumi usually spends her school breaks here.’ enji sets down the bag at the low table, grabs a pair of chopsticks from the dish rack. there are plates piled high there: it seems like he can clean up after himself, but refuses to put things away. hawks figures it’s pretty comfortable, considers that for a second before he realizes how much he can see into endeavor’s private life.

they sit down at the same time, and their eyes meet. ‘i’m not lonely.’ enji immediately turns defensive. there’s probably pity or sadness in hawks’ eyes, he wasn’t paying attention to his expression for a second.

‘i wasn’t suggesting you were.’

‘being alone is something i deserve. so i take my punishment with pride and strength.’ enji squares his shoulder, sitting up impossibly straight at his uncomfortable seat. he takes the boxes out, scatters them across the table for them to reach. no plates, though. ‘itadakimasu.’

they eat mostly in silence, warm, comfortable, and hawks can’t take his eyes off him. endeavor looks so casual, so approachable like this. he looks soft, in the slightly frayed sweatpants, a little weary from use, and the soft cotton shirt hugging his bulging muscles, stretching across his enormous shoulders. his face is a little thin, the wrinkles obvious on its unharmed half. from this close, hawks can see the grey hairs on his temple, too.

‘i’m looking for a place to stay.’ hawks announces once they’re finished eating. the look of surprise and something else - hope? no, it can’t be... - flashing across endeavor’s face startles him, but he’s not about to back down, now. ‘what-... ugh, how much do you think you’d rent out a room for?’

‘what?’ endeavor appears shell-shocked. ‘wh- why?’

‘well, because my apartment building is remodeling, and i’m pretty sick of living in the busier side of the city anyway. figured i’d change it up, move into the suburbs-’

‘that’s not what i’m asking.’ he snaps. ‘why me? don’t you have friends who’d let you stay with them?’

‘not anyone i’d like to move in with.’ hawks shrugs, playing with a few leftover grains of rice. ‘you know, i can cook, and i’m also willing to dry off and put away your damn dishes.’

‘hawks...’

‘c’mon, we can have sleepovers! i can braid your hair and you can braid mine. it will be fun!’

‘i can’t let you do that, hawks.’

‘okay, yes, i admit, your mane’s a little short for a proper french braid, but i can make do-’

‘hawks.’ enji’s voice booms. ‘no.’

‘you’ve known me for almost a decade, old man.’ hawks is talking back, suddenly fired up. ‘why won’t you just let me take care of you?’

‘because i’m a perfectly capable person who doesn’t need anyone to take care of them.’ he huffs, steam seeping from his nose. ‘and because i can’t let you do that to yourself.’

‘what, enji?’ he’s loud. is he shouting? he can’t tell.

‘waste your time on a bitter old man who isn’t worthy of you.’

now they’re pulling up the big guns. hawks deflates, props his head up on his elbows.

‘retired, but still on your self-deprecating bullshit.’ he sighs. ‘will you take it to the grave?’

‘hawks, i’m serious-’

‘and i’ve been serious, too. my entire life, about my feelings for you. you kept shaking me off, saying it wasn’t appropriate for someone your age dating someone so young, saying you were married, but all this time, i kept getting refused because you hate yourself too much to allow yourself to be loved?’

hawks doesn’t know when he stood up, but he’s falling to his knees beside enji now.

‘what kind of an asshole does that...?’ he whispers, staring right into enji’s fearful eyes.

‘an asshole who cares about you.’ enji murmurs, letting hawks hit him in the chest.

‘this isn’t “caring” about someone! this is just lying to yourself and keeping yourself from being happy!’ his fingers tangle in the front of his shirt, pulling him closer.

‘keigo-’ enji hisses, losing his balance and gripping the edge of the table so he doesn’t fall against the other man.

‘tell me no.’ hawks proposes, his free hand coming up to cradle his jaw, so prickly and manly and strong, the shudder that ripples through him from the gentle touch, making him so weak and vulnerable. ‘no more running away, enji, no more games. tell me no right now, and i won’t ever bother you again.’

endeavor furrows his brows, the skin around his scar pulling grotesquely over his face with the struggle. he takes a deep breath, and hawks gets goosebumps as the hot air from the exhale hits his skin.

‘i can’t...’ enji whispers, and hawks can barely hear over the sound of his heart shattering. he starts to let go, but he forgets to breathe and move altogether as enji leans in instead, hand coming up to hold him close by the back of his head. ‘i can’t say no, not anymore...’

the first touch of lips against his have his insides flutter, almost working him into a panicked frenzy. he can only hope that enji can’t feel his heart beating in his throat as he kisses him, deep and desperate and oh so careful. hawks clings into him, lets him chase him for a change, holds on for the ride.

when they separate, hawks feels dizzy, drunk with heat and pleasure. enji looks just about as much present, he seems dumbfounded.

‘well, uh.’ he says, and hawks would kick anyone who says he doesn’t have a way with words.

‘i can come on thursdays and fridays.’ he offers, for now. ‘that way your kids can still have you on weekends.’

‘thanks.’ that’s all endeavor says before he pushes a few stray strands of hair back from hawks’ face, leans in for another kiss.

it’s a date, then.

#bnha #endhawks #anime #enho #todoroki enji #takami keigo #todoroki shouto #vmine #fluff #future fic #oh look at me not respecting my art and writing in a tumblr post again #oh but well i worked on it all afternoon so enjoy?#tododekubaku #if u squint lol #bakugo katsuki #midoriya izuku

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