Yo! Can I Get Like A Really Shy Omega Just Like Chucking A Love Letter And Something Else Into Uhmm...

Yo! Can I get like a really shy omega just like chucking a love letter and something else into uhmm... maybe Dabi, Tomura, and Toga(All seperate), their arms and the letter says that if they want to accept the courting then they can scent the item and return it to the omega and if they don't want to then they can toss it out. Slight Yandere please? I am a bitch for yandere stuff.

MMm yes, the good yandere kush.

This is the angstyclowns blog how good can it be- 

I’m trying something new here, so stick with me.

Yandere! Alpha! Tomura Shigaraki, Himiko Toga, and Touya Todoroki Dabi  x Omega! Reader

Tomura Shigaraki

 You want him to what-

He’s so blindsided by you throwing you’re favorite blanket at him he’s stunned there for a hot second. 

Like, his sweet, ever loving little omega is suddenly throwing stuff at him before running off?

His first response is to bring it back to his room, hold it close and smell your leftover scent on it. 

But the crinkling of paper has him deterred from an afternoon of pure bliss

pulling it free from the confines of the clothing fold, he’s almost tempted to dust it, but he refrains, opening it with a look of distaste. 

‘Tenko, I understand you may not like me the way I like you- but if you find in your heart to give me a chance, do you think you could scent this for me? I understand if not though. With love, Y/N XO’

You were the only one brave enough to call him by his real name, it it warmed his heart. 

Of course, he was also warmed by your letter. 

The omega he had been pinning after for months noticed him. 

His heart thundered in his chest at the thought of having you by his side. 

Of course, he knew he was going to have you no matter what you thought or ‘believed. 

He was going to have you no matter what, but the fact that you wanted him back had his inner alpha growling at him to hurry up and scent your sweater. 

He did so quickly, rubbing it up and down his scent gland as he quickly skittered to your room 

He knocked twice before opening, smiling at your form as you laid in your nest, expectantly looking up to him. 

He joined you before long, wrapping you up in blankets before scenting you as you happily purred. 

He resisted the urge to bite you then and there, instead holding you almost painfully close to himself as he cherised having his omega in his arms. 

His omega that he would kill for. 

Himiko Toga

Toga was wiping her knife clean right after her latest kill when you yeeted your sweater at her.

She caught it with ease, being a trained killer after all. She looked at you confused but you ran off before she could say anything

She was confused but chose to inspect the sweater any way, smiling at the letter that came with it. 

One more keepsake to add to her shrine. 

She thought Deku was cute at first, but when you came into her life she was completely overwhelmed with your beauty, becoming enamored by you quickly. 

In fact, she was cleaning up from her latest act of love for you. 

See what happens next time some Karen decides to fuck with you

Unfolding the card in that was hidden in the pocket, she smiled to herself at the words.

‘Toga-chan \(^v^)/~ I hope this letter finds you well! I hope you can find it in your soul to maybe scent this for me >-<... I admire you as an alpha and hope you’ll be mine? <3<3<3 Y/N~ XOXOXOXOXOXO

Hopping off of her barroom stool, Toga followed her nose as she easily picked up on your scent, finding you on the outside porch. 

You seemed stressed as you dug the tip of your shoe in the dirt. 

You were startled when Toga placed a hand on your shoulder, leaning down to place her head on your shoulder as she handed you your newly scented sweater, listening to you purr.

Before abruptly biting into your scent gland. 

She waited this long for you and she wasn’t waiting for her omega any longer.

Touya Todoroki Dabi

You were used to dabi keeping you close without any regards to those around you. 

He would snarl. growls and snap at any one who attempted to get close to you. It was part of his charm. 

Dabi was not afraid to kill for. 

He’d done it once, and he’d do it again. 

He’d massacre for you if he had too. 

Anything to keep you by his side. 

He dreamed of keeping you by his side, giving you his pups

fucking you into mattresses until you pleaded for him to stop- which he wouldn’t.

He had done small things like subtly scenting your jackets and shirts, to small ‘accidental’ burns on conveniently located places. 

He swore never to love anyone ever again, but you were the only exception

He was so in love with you it hurt. 

So when you shakily sat in front of him, holding out one of the shirts he gave you a long time ago, he was confused. 

A note was resting delicately on top, since you knew you had troubles speaking about this out loud. 

You almost passed out when he opened it to read it. 

‘Dear Touya, that sounds too formal, doesn’t it? I don’t know how else to to start this letter out though, so I suppose it’s here to stay. I know you and I have been building a relationship for the past few months, and I was wondering if you could scent this for me? I totally understand if not though, as I know you don’t believe in mates-’

He stopped reading, quickly grabbing the shirt and rubbing it along his scent gland. 

He then pulled you close, wrapping you in his arms as you chirped. 

you then calmed down before purring into his chest, smiling into his chest.

He wasn’t letting go any time soon.

Kirishima as a GNC/Gym Worker

Walking in to the GNC at your favorite mall was fucking nerve wracking

Especially since you were on the bigger side

You had never really been able to lose weight, always classified as “big boned”

After one too many family and friend comments about your weight, you thought that losing weight would be the best option

You were nervous as it is, but you were definitely not expecting the big bulking mass of a man to be the only worker there

He was fucking huge, ripped with pure muscle, spiky red hair, and the sharpest grin you’d ever seen

He had welcomed you in though, no lingering stare of disgust pointed at your body as he walked up to you,

“Hey there, pretty girl! Welcome to GNC. How can I help you?”

To say you instantly fell in love was an understatement

But, being the self deprecating person you were, you convinced yourself that he’d never like you back

Even with the little stares he’d give you with half lidded eyes, his sharp teeth biting into his bottom lip as he raked his gaze over your form

He couldn’t have liked you and especially not your body

...Right?

Although, when you confessed your need to start working out, he offered to become your trainer

“Yeah! You know that gym on the lowest level? I own it actually! I mainly teach women self defense, but I can train you, if you want.”

“It’s no problem, I promise! I’d love to work your body out.”

The wink he sent you had you questioning if the looks he gave you were as innocent as you tried to make yourself believe

(They weren’t)

You quickly realized that the next week when he had you pinned against the wall in the weight room in the gym

You tried to get him to put your heavy body down, but he only curled you in his arms a few times, never even breaking a sweat

He really proved his strength when he backed away from the wall to lift and drop you down repeatedly on his cock

You kept whimpering that you were too heavy, but he only fucked you harder, pressed you back against the wall, one hand under your thigh, the other fondling your tummy as he whispered,

“Heavy, my ass. You feel so fucking good in my arms, pretty baby, like you fucking belong here. Don’t you think you belong here, in my arms and on my cock?”

“If you were mine, you’d never have to lift a finger. I’d keep you right in my bed, thick ass thighs spread and your cunt dripping for me.”

“Wouldn’t have to lose weight for me, pretty baby, shouldn’t do this shit for anyone but yourself. Just know, I love your fine ass body just how it is.”

“God, I want you to crush me with your thighs and smother me with your ass.”

While you did go back to the gym every weekend, it wasn’t for the type of exercise your friends and family believed

a/n: the full fic for this should be up sometime in the next day hopefully! ❤️

simp!todoroki x gn!reader <3

i hope you like it anon! :) i did a ua student!reader as well, so all characters are ~16 years old.

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y’all wow—

Your most recent emoji describes your mother’s thoughts when you were born

Daisies - Shouto Todoroki x Reader

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO KOHEI HORIKOSHI

I should really be going to bed rn but instead I had an idea while listening to some music and got really in my feels SO HERE IT IS <3

Warnings: Angst ending in fluff You could see it in the way that he carried himself. Shouto was nowhere near who he used to be when you first started dating. You missed the stolen glances the two of you shared, the red that took up residence on his cheeks whenever you came into the room, and the subtle touch he gave your hand which indicated that he wanted to hold it in his. You remembered when he would do anything in his power to get home to your shared apartment so that you could have dinner together and maybe watch a movie. Now when he got home, if he came home at all, it would be way past dinner and bordering on the next day. You used to stay up for him, waiting to put his meal you had prepared in the microwave so it could be warm by the time you helped him put away his coat and work bag when he came home from the agency. At first, you believed that it would only be a couple days of this, but those days turned into weeks, and those weeks turned into 3 months. You stopped staying up almost 3 days ago.

Currently, you were on the phone with your mother who was begging you for more details on your two year relationship.

“I know you know this, but your father proposed to me after two years of dating, about as long as you and your boyfriend have been dating,” she said, making you swallow a lump that was lodged in your throat. 

“You’re right Mom, I do know this. You tell me every chance you get,” you say in a joking voice with your voice as blank as a slate. You loved your mother, you really did. However, recently, she felt the need to hint at a proposal that you knew was not coming soon, if at all. For the duration, the two of you had never talked about marriage or if you thought about wanting to get married.

“I’m just saying, you would look beautiful in a white dress with a bouquet of daisies walking down the aisle. Where is Shouto? I haven’t been able to reach him in a while, can you put him on the phone for me?” At her words, you rub your eyes with your right hand and will yourself not to cry. You’ve already cried enough these past two weeks.

“U-um,” you begin, your voice wavering, “he’s n-not home. Probably won’t be for a while.”

“…Honey, is something the matter?” She asks, concern laced in her voice. It’s the soft comfort in her voice that makes you break. You sob into the phone, letting your tears run down your face.

“M-mom I’m so scared,” you say, crying through your words. “I-I don’t think he loves me anymore.” You feel your body shake from your weeping, now holding onto the edge of the kitchen counter for support. 

“Oh, Y/N…” your mother says, her voice quiet.

“He hasn’t come home for days and when he does come home, I feel like we’re strangers. I haven’t been able to talk to him and see what’s actually going in his life in so long that now our conversations are one of us commenting on the weather. THE WEATHER!” You scream into the phone as you walk over to your couch and collapse onto it. Your mother stays quiet as you vent, and boy, do you vent. On how Shouto’s given you the excuse of ‘work’ when you know for a fact that your friend Ochaco’s husband, Midoriya, worked at the same level that Shouto did and he came home at 7:30 sharp every night, and she lived ten minutes farther away from the agency than you did. How he hasn’t made an effort to try and take you on a date in months. How he’s stopped doing anything to make you feel like you were in a relationship.

“Y/N, you know what you have to do.” Your mother says, her voice serious.

“If you’re implying that I should break up with him-”

“No honey. You need to talk to him, and not about the weather. You need to tell him what you just told me and how much his actions have been hurting you. And, if he doesn’t see the fault in his actions, that’s when I would let him go. If anything happens, you can always have your old room back. I miss your cooking anyways, I feel like the house has downgraded from a 5-star restaurant to a 2-star one ever since you moved out.” This earned her a light laugh from you as you began to wipe the salty tears from your cheeks and take a deep breath.

“Thank you Mom,” you say.

“I’m always here for you Y/N, you know that. I’ll always be in your corner,” she says. You say goodbye and exit from your phone app to open up messages. You send Shouto a simple and concise message.

Y/N: I would really appreciate it if you could get home a little earlier tonight. We need to talk.

What shocked you was that almost immediately after, you saw the three dots pop up on the opposite side of the screen.

Shouto: Okay. Something up?

You were definitely not going to be starting this conversation over text. Absolutely not.

Y/N: We’ll talk when you get home.

The three dots didn’t pop up again, so instead, you decided to make dinner. You prepared a simple yet fail-safe comfort dinner for yourself, (favorite meal). Just as you finished fixing a plate for yourself and covered the rest in foil, you heard the faint jingle of keys outside of the apartment door. Your eyes dart up and your heart begins to beat wildly. Not in months has he been home early enough to have dinner with you - you thought you would’ve had more time to prepare what you were going to say to him. The door swings open to reveal Shouto with his work bag slung around his shoulder, hero costume stuffed in it. That detail stood out to you - never has Shouto not folded it carefully in order to prevent wrinkles. He dropped his bag near the front door and slid off his shoes. When he met your eyes, you stopped chewing instantly. The two of you stayed in your positions, perfectly still, until you slowly got up and grabbed an extra plate, putting a good portion of the meal you made onto it, and set it across from your spot at the dining room table. As you were sitting back down, Shouto walked towards you slowly, warily. It was like he was trying not to spook you. Like if he made any abrupt movements, you would jump up out of your chair and run for the hills. In his hand, you noticed, he held a daisy, which he placed on the table. Daisies always used to be a thing between the two of you. On your first date, he had taken you on a picnic in a meadow surrounded by the white dainty flowers. Daisies meant that you loved the other person. Taking a forkful of the food and placing it into his mouth, you could see him relax a bit. He always had a soft spot for your cooking, no matter what he felt like. The silence was overwhelming as the two of you ate, so Shouto decided to clear his throat.

“It’s been a long time since we had dinner together, huh.” He says. This simple sentence, just those 11 words, set you off. You slam your fork onto the table making Shouto jump a bit in his chair.

“Yes, Shoto, it has been. It’s been 3 months and 5 days since we last shared a meal together.” You say, venom leaking from your voice. Shouto instantly knew what this ‘talk’ you wanted to have was about. Just as he was about to open his mouth to respond, you cut him off. “No,” you simply say, “let me speak first. I could forgive the first couple of weeks when you came home late or said you had to stay over at the agency, but good god, what has been consuming all of your time that has made you spend more hours there than you have at home? I know for a fact that Midoriya works in the same department and has the same title and responsibilities that he has, but he’s home at 7:30 on the dot every night to see his wife and have dinner with her.” You snarl. “You haven’t been visiting home, I’ve called Natsuo and Fuyumi to ask if you were there and they said no. You haven’t been visiting your mother because the nurse makes sure to send an alert to our computer system for security reasons. So what, what has consumed your life in such a way that you don’t want to spend your time with me anymore?” As much as you tried, you couldn’t help it. You feel the moisture on your cheeks before you can comprehend that you’re crying. Shouto’s face falls, his heart breaking as he can see yours has been crumbled for a long time.

“Y/N… I’m so sorry,” he says, his gaze never faltering from yours. He takes a deep breath and stands from his seat, making his way over to yours and kneeling in front of you. “I…,” he choked out. You always knew that putting his feelings into words has never been one of Shouto’s strong suits, so you granted him the time to slowly get his thoughts together. “I freaked out.” He said simply.

“W-what?” You said, confused.

“I know we’ve been together for a long time, and I know that you’re looking for someone to settle down with and I freaked out because I didn’t think that I was a person who could do that.” You close your eyes and exhale. “I’ve been staying out late because I’ve been going to counseling, and I couldn’t let it get in the way of work. I wanted to help myself so that I could make the both of us happy and partake in an equal and loving relationship. I know I should’ve told you, but I… I just couldn’t get myself to spit it out.” You slid from the chair to your knees so you could be on the same level as Shouto was. Shouto rustled around in his jacket pocket and what was in his hands made your eyes widen. It was a small velvet box which left little to imagine what was inside. Before he could say another word, you put a hand on top of it to prevent him from opening it. This caused panic to flash in his eyes as they darted up to look into yours. 

“Shouto… I love you. You know that I love you, but are you sure?” You make sure to squeeze his hand. “I need you to be completely sure before you do this, because I am, and I can’t imagine myself with anyone else.”

“Yes.” He says, instantly. You smile and lean your forehead against his. What confuses him is when you grab the box and nestle it back into his coat pocket.

“This is not me saying no. I just think we need to get back into our old groove before this happens. We both know that we want to reach that milestone, but we need to run there first, okay?” You ask. Shouto exhales and reaches his hand up to cup your cheek.

“Okay. You share a kiss and let yourselves cry and hold the other. Shouto’s strong arms now move to tighten around your waist, which sends you over the moon. He hadn’t done that in a long time. 

“Let’s go to bed, yeah? I don’t want you to be late tomorrow.” You whisper, sniffling.

“No. I’ll shoot Midoriya a text telling him that I’m not gonna be in tomorrow. I want to make up for lost time.” Elated, more tears trail down your cheek, but these were happy ones. Letting Shouto pick you up, he carried you with such care to your soft bed and helped you get changed into pajamas. He taps your shoulders to get you to hold your arms straight up so that he can slide the blouse you wore to work today off of you. You unclip the pinchy bra you wore yourself and slid down the flowy pants you wore until they pooled around your feet. Shouto handed you one of his shirts, the one you’ve always had a soft spot for. It was now ragged with holes and falling apart at the seams, but the softness of the material enveloped you as he helped your arms through the sleeves. When you poked your head through the top of the shirt, Shouto gently gathered your hair and pulled it out of the shirt, laying it down your back. He himself then got changed and climbed into bed next to you. The two of you were like magnets with opposite poles, immediately being attracted to the other’s side. You lay your head on his chest and you feel his chin find its place on top of your head. You finally felt peaceful. Felt loved. And, more importantly, felt Shouto at your side.

“I love you,” he breathes. The air he exhales tickles your neck which only makes you nestle into him more.

“And I love you,” You murmur.

“We’re going to get married one day, okay?” He says, brushing a hand over your hair and playing with the ends of it.

“Okay.” You smile, a smile gracing your face as you drift off. Shouto’s heart didn’t slow to its normal pace until hours later. He was proud of himself. He finally admitted to himself that he was ready to enter a relationship where he knew that both of you felt the same way. For the entire time the two of you dated, he knew that he loved you, but he was terrified that one day, a switch would go off and his parents’ relationship would become yours. But now, with you in his arms agreeing to marry him one day, although he hadn’t yet formally proposed, guided him into a blissful sleep. Dreamworld decided to be nice to him, because all he could picture in his mind as he slumbered away were images of you, rings, and daisies