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mirio togata x reader !!

maybe aged up to when their married?

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OOH

It’s a bit short, sorry!

ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ ღ

summary: what non/nonnette said

warnings: none, pure fluff

Coming home to you was always fun. He knew, of course. He had done so multiple times before, Mirio Togata.

You had a routine. He came home, usually bruised. You sat him down on the living room couch, and started to tend to his wounds.

While he could have gone to the hospital to get patched up, he preferred you, his wonderful wife.

But today was his off day. Putting his arms around you as you made dinner, for the both of him.

And being Mirio, he got an idea.

“Care for a dance?” You turn to see your husband, in a slight bow, hand in front of you.

You giggle, and take it, and he twirls you around the kitchen. It feels magical.

So you dance. Round and round.

The waltz. The Charleston. Old timey dances. You name it. Even the tango.

But, all good things have to come to an end.

For the soup is burning.

Oh, to be married to Mirio Togata is truly a wonderful thing.

Redamancy  iii

Redamancy (n.) The act of loving in return

pairings: mirio togata x female reader 

@sweet-but-yandere asked:  Could you do a part three of the yandere mirio x reader “redamancy” or maybe a sequel to it? ///   anonymous asked:Part 3 of Redamancy where he try’s to get the reader pregnant out of jealousy but she does not want a baby still Mirio forces him self on her.

warnings: nsfw, noncon, breeding kink, mirio being a scumbag. all characters are 18+

a/n: ok so this gotta be the last in this series lmao. i didnt really think people would be into mirio that much but ya all the love for sunshine daddy.  

word count.: 1948

Mirio’s gaze turned to you, sky blue eyes stared at how you sipped on your drink. Your glossy, pink stained lips puckered around the straw. Was that a new shade? You had never put something like that on before. Probably tasted like strawberries or cherries, “Mirio!” your voice drove him out his thoughts. You stood in front of him, your hands at your hip, “What are you thinking about?” Mirio felt his cheek heat up.

‘I was thinking about you sucking my dick, do you mind?’

“Nothing, we should get going. Lunch’s bout’ to get over soon.” He grabs your wrist and pulls you towards the school building, you almost trip over your feet, “Hey! Slow down!” You bump into his chest, which was hard as a rock. “You’re a klutz,” he laughs. “It’s your fault!” he pats your head and continues laughing, he finds him self thinking how much smaller you are compared to him. His entire hand can literally cover your face, he can easily pick you and throw you over his shoulder.

What is stopping him? Seriously?

His smile drops when he catches you staring at him. The guy he beat up months ago and threatened him to stay out of your life. You were staring at him chatting away, giggling with some nameless girl. He studied your sully expression, how your eyes looked sad, and lip turned into a sad pout; he could tell you were upset and that pissed him off. Why did you still think about him? Why did you still care about that jerk? Didn’t you move on yet?

Mirio felt himself get riled up from the same rage he had felt the first time he had seen you with this man. The frustration, anger, and jealousy all came surging back to him as he realized that you obviously did not feel the same way about him as he did about you. Maybe he’ll have to do more than just be nice to get you to understand he’s the one for you, the one and only.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You coming?” His hand rested on your shoulder as gripped on it a little tighter. He would show you who you belong to. You will get what is coming.

Mirio walked into an empty classroom which echoed soft sobs and sniffles. You sat on your seat, your head resting on the desk as you cried. Mirio’s face dropped and he rushed to you wrapping his arms around you, pulling your upper half to his chest. He rubbed your head, “It’s okay now. I am here,” he whispered into your ear shushing you. “What happened?” he asked after you had calmed down. “Why are you still here?” “I came to get you, now, what happened?” you gulped before answering, you feel the lump in your throat rise as your voice cracked. “Why?”

Mirio was confused, what were you about? “Am I not good enough? Why did he leave me?” tears fell to your cheeks again as you breath hitched.

Of course, you were thinking about him. Mirio felt something in him snap. He pulled away from the hug and stood in front of you, grabbing your jaw squishing your cheeks. Your eyes widened in horror as he pulled your face closer to him, his elbows rested on the desk separating the two of you. He looked down on you, his eyes bored into yours with malice and anger, “Mirio you’re-” “Shut the fuck up.” he snapped. “Do you know why he left? Why did your precious little pretty boy leave you?” you were too scared to answer, you didn’t get to anyways, “Because. I fucking told him to stay away from you. Got it?” Your eyebrows knit together and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, “I fucking beat him up. You know why I did that?” he asked again.

His voice was menacing, he was shouting at you and you were scared.

“Answer me! You fucking ungrateful bitch!” You started whimpering, Mirio had never talked to you this way before. A weak no left your trembling lips, “It’s because you’re mine.” he spat, he waited for you to say something but you were still trying to process his words. It was a lot to take in, you couldn’t believe that Mirio would ever do something like that. You wanted to think this was a joke but no, he was dead serious.

The ray of sunshine, the great hero to be, Mirio Togata was a scumbag, no, he was worse.

You started releasing the situation you were in, there was no doubt, he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt you too. The flight or fight instinct kicked in and you tried to free your face from his grasp, successfully freeing yourself from his chains you got up from the desk and made a run for the door. Mirio stared at you in disbelief, his eyes wide and lips curled upwards he internally laughed at your foolishness. Wasting no time, he quickly got behind you capturing your wrist and pulling you back to his chest. A large hand wrapped around your waist, keeping you securely pinned to his torso.

You are so stupid. Did you seriously think you could get away from him? He is twice your size.

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Unpredictable (Nighteye X Reader X Mirio) NSFW

Summary: Even with his Foresight, Mirai doesn’t predict having a threesome with his old mentee and said mentee’s new girlfriend. He isn’t upset about it, though. Some things are better left as a surprise.

Pairing: Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye) X fem!reader X Mirio Togata Word Count: ~ 7.3K Warnings: spoilers for season 4 (but everybody lives), swearing, graphic sex, threesome, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, squirting, spitroasting, no condom, spitting, improper use of Quirk Author’s Note: Y’all pray for me. This is definitely the most explicit thing I’ve ever written. So much sinning involved, good god. After reading this, make me feel better about my disgusting self.  ~

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ku ku ku ku i has another one for you :3

this one is actually close to my heart, they are the reason i realized i can handle a Poly relationship and my first Poly self ship ^_^

can i have Mirio and Tamaki x reader Poly ship pwease? i would love some spicy head cannons as well as fluffy ones ^^ how they would be in a poly ship with you? ^_^

i love these two so much and im curious what you think they will do? *smirks*

Absolutely, bestie!! <3 I'm so sorry this took so long!

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Content: Mirio x GN!reader x Tamaki

Warnings: NSFW at the end, so minors, DNI

Notes: All characters aged up 18+. I haven't seen MHA in a long time, so I apologize if Mirio and Tamaki are OOC!

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SFW

Firstly, these two are vastly different

Mirio would be the one to drag you two out on dates and initiate a lot of the first moves

Mirio is the bold one lol

Tamaki just kinda goes with it

Tamaki very rarely plans out dates, since Mirio pretty much has that role, but his dates are usually super nice and sentimental. Also quiet

Mirio is very much into PDA and will 100% hold both yours and Tamaki's hands at any given chance

Mirio is the most outspoken one, so he'll make it very clear that you two are his

I don't see either of them as particularly jealous over you or each other, unless somebody was blatantly trying to make some moves on you

Mirio would be the one to say something, while Tamaki starts to grow insecure and face the wall

Tamaki isn't too into PDA, the farthest he'd go is holding your hand in public, and even that makes him anxious

Mirio wont be shy about kissing you and Tamaki

He even makes it a point to kiss Tamaki so much that he starts facing the wall, and he even gets you in on it

These two would also compliment you a whole bunch

Tamaki would probably play with your hair silently while Mirio rants about something

Tamaki would spoon you while cuddling, Mirio putting you on his chest

Or, Mirio would have both of you on either of his sides while you cuddle

They both love attention from you, often stealing kisses and asking you to give kisses

Unless it was out in public, then only Mirio would do that. Poor Tamaki will face the wall if you kiss him

NSFW

Tamaki is a switch leaning bottom, Mirio is a top FOR SURE

I can see Tamaki initiaing sex more than he would with dates, but it's always within the comfort of your home

Mirio does initiate it more than Tamaki, though

These boys are both very soft, treating you with respect

Mirio might do most of the foreplay on you while Tamaki either watches while holding you, or focuses all his attention on one part of your body

Mirio will take care of you two

Mirio also likes to be challenged if you're a top or a brat, or if Tamaki suddenly feels spicy

Mirio doesn't take a challenge lightly, though. He'd happily put either of you back in your place

Tamaki's a biter, Mirio is a sucker

Tamaki likes to bite you, but in places clothes can cover. If you purposely show off some marks of his, he's going to face the wall all day long

Mirio sucks hickies into your skin, and is especially good at sucking between your legs, no matter what you have

I can't really see Mirio as kinky, but Tamaki would have some kinks

Obviously biting, sub/dom themes, and I can see him liking collars. That's about it

Tamaki would prefer if the collar was on him, but he thinks you look just as pretty with the collar on you, your body under both him and Mirio

They'd most likely spit roast you (one takes your mouth and one takes the space between your legs/cheeks) and it wouldn't be too messy after

Their compliments carry over to the bedroom, where they both praise you

If Tamaki or Mirio is below you, they would like to be praised as well

Tamaki might be into hair pulling? But I feel like it depends on the time

Sex only happens in the house, btw. Tamaki would be too embarrased and Mirio doesn't like the idea of getting caught

Mirio... 😍😳😳😳✨ 🌟

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nsfw, 18+ only, minors dni

Mirio on the mind for some reason…

Mirio cockwarming you in a bathtub. He’s filling you up so well, watching you squirm and slightly move your hips wanting him to move his hips up—further kissing your cervix.

His large hands would run up against your wet skin, relishing in every curve, imperfection, mark, scar, etc. on your body. His lips would be connected with your neck gently nibbling your sensitive skin, whispering how good you are for him and how much you deserve this attention.

“My baby is such a beautiful hard worker. You just need to relax some. Lemme take care of you sunshine.”

You wouldn’t be able to get a word in from how often he’s capturing those lips of his. At this point the water in your bath would become cold. He’s definitely going to take his time with you, having you savor every brush, kiss and affection he has to offer.

And after your bath, he’s the one going to massage those lotions and creams on your skin, his hands firmly unknotting those painful cramps on your back, feet and legs. He wouldn’t be able to help himself grabbing a handful of your ass though.

Wholesome... ✂💺💻💽💾

BNHA PRO HUSBAND SCENARIOS: Reacting to them getting baby fever when you’re both Pro Heroes

Feat: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, and Mirio Togata

Warning: highly suggestive content

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Izuku Midoriya

It was completely your fault, you had no right looking so beautiful holding the small month old baby in your arms. Battered, bruised, and covered in cuts, and yet you looked absolutely stunning with that glowing motherly smile on your face as you hushed and rocked the baby to sleep. Izuku’s head was spinning seeing you like this, something in his heart stirred yelling at him that you’d be a perfect mother.

“Oh hi honey, didn’t see you there.”, you giggled quietly trying to stay professional.

Izuku wanted to speak but seeing you hold the baby had left his mind stuck on one thought, “A-Are you both okay?”, he asked stupidly watching the sleeping baby wrap it’s small hand around your ring finger.

“We’re fine love. The mission was a success and the Baby’s mom and dad have been found we’re just waiting for them to come.”, you whisper smiling down at the small baby in your arms.

“It suits you.”, Izuku mumbles out loud making you stare at him, he’s about to stutter out an excuse but you’re both scared when a woman’s cries fill your ears.

The baby’s parents had finally found you and ran to you with open arms, they both tackled you honestly just trying to hold their baby. You gave the baby back to her mother and the father hugged you with tears spilling from his eyes and thanked you. You smiled and nodded feeling your heart clench tightly once the baby had left your arms. Izuku notices and his mind fills with the thought of giving you a baby of your own.

You both return home in silence and while you started dinner you notice Izuku missing.

“Izuku? Zu? Honey where’d you go?”, you called throughout the house eventually finding him in his office taking down his things.

“Izuku what’re you doin-“

“I need to make the nursery.”

You’re left completely shocked by his response watching him work diligently to carefully and quickly put his stuff away. He stops for a moment and rushes up to you, cupping your cheeks in his hands before slamming a deep passionate kiss on your lips. You accidentally moan against his lips and find yourself being pressed against the wall by his large sculpted body.

“I-Izuku what’s gotten into you?”, you gasp turning away from him as embarrassment danced over your face.

“I want a baby, I want to give you a baby.”, he admits sternly, “I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately but seeing you today…glowing the way you did with that baby in your arms…I-it made me want one even more.”

You flushed bright red to his response, but his hungry emerald hues caught how your thighs clenched and squirmed to his words. You wanted this just as bad as he did, that baby had given you both baby fever and you weren’t even mad.

“I-I…I want a boy.”, you admit staring up into his hungry eyes.

Izuku had completely changed, he’d become feral for you, confident and cocky, “Then I’ll give you one.”

The house almost burnt down since you had forgotten about dinner on the stove.

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Katsuki Bakugou

Bakugou was in his prime, barely to be 28, and already happily married to the sassiest woman he’d ever met but he felt something digging at him. After getting to hold Kirishima’s little girl and being dubbed her god father Katsuki was left with some brewing thoughts. Everywhere he looked there was a pregnant woman or a baby in its stroller or it’s parents arms. He longed for that same sensation, he grew the need to have a baby of his own, he wasn’t sure what was happening to him but on his day off he somehow stumbled into a baby clothing store and his heart was overflowing. He found Dynamight themed onesies and compulsively bought it, it was just to cute for him to ignore.

“Oh that would look lovely on our baby.”, a young woman smiled gently rubbing her round stomach, her husband was holding up two separate sets for her to choose from and Katsuki’s feverish mind pictured that happy couple as you and him.

Now here he was at home, sitting at the edge of his bed mindlessly rubbing his thumbs over the small onesie as more and more thoughts stirred in his mind. He wanted a baby, no needed one, needed to have a baby with his pretty little Queen. “Fuck I’m losing my mind, stupid fucking shitty hair and his cute ass baby.”, Katsuki groaned flopping onto the bed.

“Suki I’m home.”

Katsuki groaned letting you know he was in the room but completely forgot about the onesie in his hand, “Hey baby cakes, long day?”, he sighed sitting up to get his sugar from you.

You pressed a deep kiss to his lips making him hum in delight, you noticed the onesie in the corner of your bed and squealed seeing it. Bakugou realized he’d been caught and groaned, “Katsuki what is this?”, you smiled holding it up in the air.

“A baby onesie…I-I picked it up at the store today.”, he sighed staring anywhere but you.

“This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, bet our baby would look super cute in it.”, you said out loud.

His red eyes were immediately glaring at your stomach once you had said that but he didn’t see anything different.

“Wait what?”

“Oh yeah I’m pregnant, I wasn’t gonna tell you until I was showing but since someone has baby fever I guess it’s okay to tell you early.”, you giggled running off to find your positive pregnancy test.

God Katsuki was all over you once he read the positive test, you smiled and tried to escape him but that was not happening anytime soon. His lips were all over your face and neck, leaving a warm trail all over your skin. “K-Katsuki down boy.”, you whined feeling his bulge against your crotch.

“No way. Not now, not ever. I’m gonna make sure you stay filled and then we’re going shopping, you need maternity clothes and the baby needs all her shit too.”, Katsuki growled seductively stripping himself of his shirt.

“We don’t even know if it’ll be a girl!”, you screamed flushing bright red to his naked form.

“It’s gonna be a girl I know it, my little Queen is gonna give me my little Princess.”, he growls slowly stripping you.

Katsuki keeps his word, he does make sure to keep you filled and honestly you’re pretty sure he just wasted a fortune on everything he just bought you and the baby.

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Mirio Togata

Being a pro was never an easy job, but seeing all the families around him made Mirio long for a family of his own. He had brought up the idea to you before but you never really gave him a solid answer. Then it happened, during your anniversary dinner you both caught sight of a beautiful little baby that absolutely adored staring at you. Mirio couldn’t help himself and started making faces at the baby making him laugh with glee. The baby’s laugh was contagious, it made you both feel so warm inside. Seeing the way Mirio swooned for the baby made you smile, Mirio was always good with kids, he’d proved it more then once but now…now the idea of a family sounded good in your head.

“Wasn’t that baby just the cutest?”, Mirio cheered.

“Yeah super cute.”

Mirio suddenly became quiet, his face twisted into a strange frown. You snapped out of his mood with a kiss to the lips and smiled at him, “Our times coming soon, I promise.”, you whispered.

Mirio’s mind went blank to those words and slowly but surely he showed you just how much he wanted this. He made one of the spare bedrooms into a nursery and decorated it full of superheroes, of course he didn’t let you in the room for anything which sucked since you couldn’t even get the keys. I’m that room he hid everything, your maternity gear, baby clothes, strollers, car seats, everything until the fated day you told him you were pregnant.

Mirio broke down sobbing finding your positive test sitting atop a corny shirt that read ‘I have the strongest daddy.’. Mirio wore that shirt for a month straight awaiting his sweet round baby but his baby fever never went away.

“Honey I’m on babysitting duty tonight! Look I have the Amajiki twins!”, Mirio cheered holding both the elf eared toddlers in his arms.

You smiled at waved at your nephews who immediately sought out to play games with their favorite uncle. Mirio has become extremely caring and nurturing, doing whatever the kids wanted, playing, drawing, sleeping, anything at all just to see them happy.

“Hey uncle when will we get a new baby cousin?”

“Oh soon little one. Aunty (Y/n) is raising the baby right now in her belly.”, Mirio smiled watching you waddle around the kitchen while you made dinner.

Both the twins stared at you and then at each other before popping the question, “Where do babies come from?”

You nearly tripped hearing that sentence and glared at Mirio to keep his mouth shut but he answered.

“When a mommy and daddy love each other very much they do a magic trick together and the daddy puts hi-“

“THEIR MAGIC CALLS A STORK AND THE STORK BRINGS THE BABY!”, you screamed throwing a pillow at your stupid husband.

The twins giggled and rushed to the kitchen to cling to your legs, the both rubbed your growing belly and smiled excited for their new friend.

... Why the fuck do I find this hot!!!??? (♡˙︶˙♡)

𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚍

Pairing: Mirio/Reader

Word count: 2002

Tags: 18+ ONLY, dark content, dubious consent, non-con (just to be safe), bull hybrid!mirio, lamb hybrid!reader, reader is gender neutral, but they are written with a vagina, they're also referenced to be chubby very briefly, creampie, rough sex, mentions of scratches and v minor sex related injuries, stomach bulging (from mirio's monster dong), breeding kink.

AN: so this is a repost from a fic i wrote a while back on my old account, so if you somehow recognise this, that's why. i've also edited a bit of it, so if you see any new typos, no you didn't <3

Everyone knew to never venture near the field tucked away at the edge of the farm, hybrids and workers alike. They’ve all heard the stories, the legends of the creature who inhabits the pasture tucked as far away from the public eye as possible. But you’ve always been such a curious little thing, that much is obvious to Mirio, who lies under the shade of an overgrown tree, pretending as if he doesn't see you out of his peripheral vision. You show up every day without fail, despite the countless warnings you’re sure to have received; only your eyes and fluffy white lamb ears protrude over the wall to his field as you stare at him with a wide-eyed gaze, positively sparkling with awe and unbridled curiosity.

He knows he must look fascinating to such a small, delicate thing like yourself. Where you’re all soft curves and dainty features, he’s colossal, with bulging muscles, sharp eyes, a galaxy of scars carved into his flesh. But clearly something calls you to venture down to his territory, to spend your time marvelling at his horns, his tail, the rings that adorn his nose and nipples, as if he’s some kind of mythical creature. And in a way, he muses, whatever the other hybrids whisper about him in the security of their barn must craft him into something only seen in fantasy, the farm's very own minotaur.

But of course, for such an inquisitive creature, he knows it’s only a matter of time until the wall isn't close enough for you, until your little legs clamber up the stonewall in a desperate attempt to sneak a closer look. After all, something so large surely couldn’t move as fast as an agile hybrid as you?

He snorts in faint amusement as he continues sharpening his horns against the tough bark of a tree. He can hear the grass rustling behind him, the sound of quickened breaths and a racing heartbeat make it obvious just who is cowering in the tall reeds. But he waits, feigning obliviousness, waiting until you creep just a little closer… Just a little more...

Before you have a chance to blink, he’s diving into the bushes behind him, pinning your helpless, naked figure to the dirt floor by your neck as he towers over your writhing body. He pays no mind to the sharp, panicked squeaks and bleats that tumble from your agape lips, your eyes now wide with fear rather than mere intrigue.

“P-Please mister! I wasn’t going to steal anything, I j-just wanted a closer look, please l-let me go, you’re 'urting me!”

Cute.

You look so adorable begging beneath him with pretty, teary eyes, akin to diamonds as they gleam under the fading sun. He takes his time raking his eyes over you, finally having the opportunity to observe you in all your glory, opposed to the small percentage of your pretty face he had been teased with for so many torturous weeks.

“But I’ve been all by myself for so long, little lamb, now I have some company I’m not so sure I’m willing to let you go.” There’s still panicked adrenaline rushing through your veins, that much he can tell, but with every inhale through his nose, the unmistakable scent of arousal only gets stronger. He leans down, exhaling heavily through his nose just so he can watch the way his breath cascades across your face, your little ears flinching from where they lay pressed into the dirt.

“And by the way your body is responding, it seems as though you want me to keep you here.” You’re frozen now, prey instincts overtaking any of your human ones as you submit wholly to the hulking hybrid leering over you, your body going lax against the dirt floor. Mirio doesn’t see the need for any more words, not when the fear slowly ebbs from your once wide eyes, now glossed over with barely constrained lust, your hips twitching upwards to grind against his hardening cock.

He watches with keen eyes as your head snaps down to stare at the hot, heavy length that currently rests upon your stomach, the only response you’re able to provide being an adorable stuttered gasp. He knows you’ve only ever seen his cock when it’s limp, resting against his thigh as he basks in the sun, and while it’s still impressive then, it’s a whole different experience seeing the size of it compared to your body.

It throbs painfully from where it lays trapped between his defined abdomen and the soft skin of your tummy, the reddened tip of his cock twitching just below your chest. It’s adorable, he thinks as he watches you gaze at it, the same look of wonderment dancing in your irises as when you’d peak at him from over the wall. But there’s also a hunger he recognises too, one that is no doubt reflected in his own eyes as he measures up just how bloated your already adorably chubby stomach will be once he’s buried inside of you. It’s a thought that has the last shred of his patience dissipating with the gentle country breeze, large hands folding your legs up, and up, until your knees are pushed into the soil by your now dirtied ears, your pretty, dripping cunt now exposed to his ravenous, predatory eyes.

If the sounds you made as you lay shaking in fear under him were a delight to his ears, then the sweet, melodic mewls that he coaxes from your lips with the first contact of his tongue to your dripping pussy is truly a masterpiece to behold. Every swipe of his wet muscle against your clit only encourages higher pitched whines, your little hands curling around his protruding horns for much needed purchase as he eats you out akin to a starved man presented with his first full meal in months. It’s messy, with a mixture of saliva and arousal coating both his chin and your thighs as he fucks his tongue mercilessly into your dripping hole. It’s clear that you’re not too experienced, not when your legs tremble from where they’re pressed into the soil, your cunt already pulsating around his tongue as you mindlessly babble through your first climax. But he doesn’t stop, it’s as though he can’t get enough of you; your euphonious whimpers, the sweet taste of your pussy as you cream against his mouth for the nth time.

By the time he’s finally lifting his face from your spasming pussy, you’re boneless, harsh inhales coupled with choked off sobs wrack your fragile chest, and you look positively delicious. He keeps you folded in half as he clambers atop you, moving to mount your pussy as he aligns his cock to your trembling hole, his fingers coming up to wrap into the bark of the tree to anchor himself.

Despite spending countless minutes with his tongue buried in your cunt, he watches with intrigue as the first push of his cock past the heat of your pussy has your mouth parting in a silent scream, a stream of endless tears cascading down your face, intermingling with the soil as it drips onto the dirt below. Anyone else in his situation would coo, still their hips, and croon an endless stream of praise and encouragement against your trembling little lamb ears.

But Mirio doesn't do soft, or sweet. Not in any capacity.

Instead of fond pity, your tears only serve to ignite a fire in his gut, his eyes zeros in on the way you’re split in half by his cock. He’s like a man possessed as he cants his hips downward with such force that his balls slap against your ass, not hesitating to immediately set a pace so brutal it’s unsurprising that he has your screams echoing through the dusk air.

His trance is broken when he feels your nails clawing desperately at his thighs, his gaze zeroing in on your expression, the fucked out and vacant sheen to your once awestruck eyes only makes him double down on his thrusts, pushing himself to go faster, to fuck you harder into the dirt until you’ve left a permentant impression of your body into his field.

He can feel any control he had over his body rapidly slipping, between the way your pussy is wrapped so tightly around his cock, and the feeling of your tremulous heartbeat through the walls of your cunt, it’s a miracle he doesn’t look as gone as you.

But the one thing that has him teetering on the edge of full blown ferality is the unfathomably large outline of his cock that protrudes from your swollen stomach. He’s in awe at how such a small cunt can even fit all of him in, yet it doesn’t once cross his mind to think about how much pain you must be in, nor does he care about the pathetic little bleats and hiccuped wails that flow freely from your tear soaked lips. No, the only thing that occupies his mind is an echoing chant to “breed, breed, breed”.

His fingers flex harder against the cracked bark, the tree groaning in protest as he leans his full weight against its trunk, rough snorts of frustration forced from his nostrils as the roots begin to give in, unable to hold his weight. Just before he forces the tree over, he pries his fingers from splintered wood, and hooks his arms under your body, pulling you roughly up to his chest, manoeuvring you like a ragdoll until your face is pressed against one of the metal rings through his pierced nipples, your arms left to loosely grip at whatever flesh you can reach before his hips kick up again, his cock never once having left the heat of your now dripping, abused hole.

“There we go, there’s my good little lamb. You’re takin’ a bull’s cock like you were made for it, precious, hah, who knows, maybe you were? A lamb, destined to be bred by me, to be bloated with my cum.”

He’s positively feral now, his hips pounding against your limp body with enough force to bruise, not that he fares much better with the scratches along his back and arms to prove it. It’s purely animalistic, deep grunts and growls intermingled with your high, keening moans as you both lose your minds in each other’s bodies.

Any hope either of you had of clinging on to your dwindling sanity is snapped the second one of his hands moves to grip your fluffy tail that rests just above the swell of your sore ass, your cunt clamping down on his cock as you cum so hard you lose all sense of direction, near blacking out as your arousal soaks his cock and abdomen. He can’t help but follow straight after you, cumming with a baritone growl as he slaps his hips to yours one final time, seemingly endless ropes of his cum slowly filling out more of your stomach until you’re left looking exactly how Mirio wants you to: well and truly bred. He’s slow to pull out, grinning cockily when he hears you whine at how empty your abused pussy feels, only for the smile to morph into a predatory snarl as he watches his cum leak from your slit in thick rivulets.

He’s quick to drop you to the ground, lining his rapidly softening length back to your hole and pushing his seed back into your cunt with determination, uncaring of your overstimulated sobs and he once again gets lost in your positively addictive heat.

By the time the farmers notice that one of their sweet little lambs is missing, they’re already far too late. Because there’s nothing they can do, watching with a mixture of horror and lust as they stare on at the way your drooling cunt swallows every inch of their bull hybrid’s cock, not when he’s staring back at them, eyes gleaming with murderous intent,

“This is my hole to breed, try and take it from me and I’ll fuckin’ kill you.”

⍣ ೋ Cupid's Chokehold.

˚ · . mirio x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ love at first sight to unrequited love to mutual pining, mentions of character death, a lil angst, reader is a cunty brat, smut, this is more fluff and angst than smut, choking, overstimulation, riding, unprotected sex, cervix, fucking, creampie, multiple orgasms, belly bulge, implied breeding, implied size kink, reader is sir nighteye's daughter, this is all over the place

you walk in, and my heart beats different.

admiring you from afar, mirio had only thought the only way he could really be with you was caring of you in place of your father, sir nighteye.

the moment he had met you, he already knew you would be an important figure within his lifetime. he was practically in awe when sir nighteye had introduced you to him as his only daughter. whilst you were less than cold and almost unreciprocated his warm introductions and questions about you, he was persistent, shaking your hand with a stern yet gentle grip.

personality wise, you had taken after your father, for you had inherited your father's stoicism, almost wary of all. yet, you were rebellious, almost bratty. your father ended up admitting he had spoiled you a little too much, resulting from you being his only precious child.

it came to mirio quickly that you were a stark contrast compared to his more bright and optimistic outlook. nevertheless, later the night of the first time he had met you, he could not help but let out an awkward chuckle at the fact that he just might've fallen in love with you at first sight. he doesn't know whether it was your witty attitude, or if it was your soft and easy-on-the-eyes features, or maybe even just because you were his teacher's daughter.

all he knew, was that from the moment he met you, he had a hard and almost unquenchable longing for you.

whilst the the situation was more than unplanned and undesired, he couldn't decline when your dying father had asked him to take care of you in place of his soon to-be permanent absence. the moment those words please take care of my daughter had left his weak teacher's trembling mouth, he had to agree. he agreed and swore with his entire life, that he would take care of you until the end of time.

he understood when you had at first pushed him away, not taking it to heart when you condemned him to hell. you had just lost your father, you just wanted to be alone. you didn't want what you thought was mirio's pity or sad condolences. you just wanted your father back.

however, he did not see it as appropriate for you to be alone during such a dark time. while feeling almost empty at the loss of his own teacher, he knew what you were feeling was much more than the loss of a teacher. it was a horrible time, but he didn't recommend trying to stride it out by yourself. from what information sir nighteye had told him about you, your father was your only family.

so, he tried again. and again. and again. he tried many times to win over you over, either with promises of getting you a bite to eat or just simple questions about you, he didn't allow himself to feel defeat when you almost always cussed him out each attempt.

the day you had finally let your walls down was a little unexpected. he remembered walking throughout the U.A dorms at night, simply because he wanted to take a late night stroll to relieve some stress. he was surprised to see you on the couch of the shared public living room.

while you did not notice him, he thought you had fallen asleep on the couch as you were limp against the soft cushions, face hidden and leaned against the crevice of your elbow. he was about five feet away from you when he realized you were actually awake. awake, and crying, soft whimpers and sobs escaping despite being muffled by your elbow.

with a soft call of your name, you had shot your head up, face morphing into an expression of distaste when you had, once again, set your eyes upon a helpless mirio. before you could cuss him out once more, he had shushed you, taking place on the couch next to you.

you were about to storm off before mirio finally confessed his intentions. your father had asked me to take care of you. regardless, i'm here for you, and if you want to cuss at me or whatever, then go ahead, i'll be right here the entire time for you, and i'll be here the next time as well.

silence followed afterwards, the next few minutes you didn't even seemingly breathe. mirio so much as let out a relieved sigh when you started to cry even harder, body flopping sideways like a cat into his lap. while you mumbled out obscenities at him, hands coming up to lay weak punches against his thigh, you giving into his support was no doubt one of the best relieving things in the world.

following that, you seemed to have finally accepted his place within your life. at first, you were still begrudgingly giving him a forced smile, engaging in short conversations with him before you just ignored him after a few words. after a while, you began to give genuine smiles at him, eyes crinkling up into pretty crescents when he was able to make you laugh. he didn't know how addicting your sweet laugh was.

he had confessed his feelings for you the morning of a particularly dangerous battle you were assigned to. he was almost crying, feeling almost helpless and scared, unable to help because his stupid quirk was taken away. he babbled out little "i love you"s, and recounts of how he's supposed to be taking care of you. although he knew that your duty as a hero was important to you, he still wanted to declare his love for you before anything could happen, hoping maybe you'd stay behind for him.

but you didn't. it felt as if you confessing your love back was saying goodbye. why would you say goodbye if you planned on returning back to him?

the two days following your departure, he watched the news intently, almost no sign of sleep within him. he pestered his teachers for updates on the situation, clawing at his hair whenever a devastating explosion followed the battle-site. he could only pray when he saw little saw the familiar dark green illumination of your quirk, praying you'd return safe and healthy.

he remembers the high dopamine hit you gave him when he first saw you after your return. your hero costume was tattered, hair and body distressed with little debris and minor wounds, you looked as if you were ran over by a semi-truck. yet, he still considered you the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, running up to you and embracing you with a strong hug.

he was on cloud nine when you kissed him.

the next few months were absolute bliss. he never knew how happy someone could make him by just laughing. he spent his time playing around with you, annoying you for fun, holding your hand, or just simply lazying around in your dorm room.

he felt so lucky to be able to score someone as amazing and beautiful as you. you were so charming and witty, yet still a spoiled brat. he didn't mind giving into your little whines of "i want this," or "can we/or you get [ ]..," absolutely enjoying the satisfaction of you opening his gifts with haste and excitement, even if it came at the expense of an empty bank account.

not even batting an eye at your more tedious "flaws", not taking it to heart when you would, almost like a child, cry out or get angry when something didn't go your way. a chagrin on his face when he once again, despite being very sleepy himself, had to carry you up two floors to your dorm room after you had fallen asleep in the most random place ever.

rest assured, he'd do anything to keep you happy. even if he had to do the weirdest of things to do so.

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

the obnoxious creaks of the bed springs echoed throughout the walls of your dorm room, accompanied by the soft pants, pleasurable moans and the lewd fapping of skin-on skin as you rode mirio for the nth time that night.

you whined out as you rode out your nth orgasm of the night, hips unfaltering with skill. you showed no signs of stopping, tight pussy walls clenching around mirio's thick cock. you were so blissed out in pleasure, focusing on relieving the angry stress that had you so mad earlier that you ended up just flopping onto the floor like a cat with defeat.

you were using mirio as if he was a high quality dildo, certainly too focused on yourself to care about the way his hands gripped at your hips with overstimulated pleasure and pain. "hah.. you feel so good.." you mewl out, hand coming down to rub at your clit.

a rough calloused hand travels up your warm belly, mirio lets out a choked breath as his hand continues upwards towards your perky breast, groping it as if it were dough within his hands. his cock twitches at the sight of you riding him like theres no tomorrow. he'd never thought a guy so simple looking would be chosen by a girl of the likes of you.

you're everything but normal, rather he considers you exotic in a way that has him fucking his hand at night. maybe it's the way your plump lips pout as you whine his name, leftover gloss giving an irresistible look to them. it could be the way your long pink acrylic nails scratch new cuts onto his forearm. his other hand moves up from your thigh to caress and worship your body, fingers making sure to not touch the pink glittery jewel of your pierced navel.

maybe that's what has him so addicted to you, so interested in your everyday moves, because you're so different to him it's fascinating.

you're practically fucking him like a bunny in heat, riding him so hard he can audibly hear the lewd impacts of his cock's tip hit your cervix. he's wondered how nobody has woken up to the sounds of your creamy cunt gushing or your loud moans. with the way the headboard slams into the wall, he's sure someone is bound to wake up eventually.

crap, that has his hands traveling back down to your ass, kneading the flesh with his hands while pulling your baby pink thong to the side so that way his cock can enter your cunt without your panties getting in the way. "you're riding me s-so good baby.. fuck. you want me to cum in this pussy again? fill you up nicely?" he gasps out, cursing out when you clench tightly around him again.

he's already came so many times tonight, his thighs are twitching and sore with overstimulation. but he can't bring himself to push you off and decline you. how could he say no to his precious girl? he promised to take care of you in any way after all.

ignoring the almost painful jolt that washes throughout his body, he brings himself to yet another orgasm. his thick seed fulls you up so deliciously for the nth time tonight. you feel so full, the soft of your belly bulging with his cum. your eyes flutter shut, lowly moaning, pussy milking him as another orgasm washes over you just with that.

but it's still not enough. not enough for a greedy girl like you. mirio gives a weak smile when you lean down to connect your lips with his, lazily intertwining your tongue with his. softly moaning into the kiss, his hands stay on your ass, softly massaging the flesh. your lips fit perfectly against his, like two puzzle pieces meant to be together.

your eyebrows furrow as you angle your head at an ungodly angle, almost digging your tongue down his throat. you silently groan at the lewd sounds of fucking face, thick saliva dripping down from mirio's chin.

you only pull away once the itch in your core once again tickles you uncomfortably. you look down at mirio with those puppy eyes of yours, though the heart eyes and darkness of them shows your true intent. "togata.." you mewl out, pedicured hand coming down to caress soothing touches against his hard sore abs as to win him over. "i want more.."

though, you already know his answer, only giving a sly smile when he tries his best to smile through the overstimulation, lightly tapping your thigh to urge you on. he can only try to focus on the pleasure and ignore the pain as you slowly begin to ride him once more.

how could he say no to you? he promised to take care of you after all.

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