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The Best
being UK’s number one and having a tension filled rivalry with the number one hero of USA. It makes sense, both country’s population don’t really like eachother. The online discourse on “which hero is best?” is a never ending battle of “you eat beans on toast haha” and “shut up you american prick”
you meet once a year for one week, during an awarding heroes event and every year, you meet in each others private hotel rooms to fuck each others brains out to prove whose really the best, because sparring would probably end up in several damaged buildings and several hospital bills or even a dead body. “this is the safest way” she persuaded you with that vapid naughty look , “whattt, are you scared I might win?”
you didn’t let her get to you though. every year, the violent teeth clashing always ended up with you claiming victory. her cocky hubris attitude dwindling away with each tug of her blonde locks and a vicious bite on whatever part of her body that was the closest and just like that you’d have the number one, omnipotent, supposedly omniscient hero of U fucking SA succumbing to you. her fingers entangle themselves in your hair when you drive up into her with your silicone dick her legs resting on your shoulders and her mouth falls open to gasp out at the immense stretch of your ribbed strap, all the oxygen leaving her lungs. “what’s wrong my love? can’t catch your breath?” the nickname makes her whine even though she knows you’re only messing with her. “Fuck— ah! — youu.” she tries to show at least some defiance but you know for certain she’s throughly enjoying it. “you’re manners are horrible because of course they are.” you speak casually rolling your eyes along with the comment as if you aren’t a few too many inches deep inside of her.
she cuts off your rambling insults with a pull of your hair that brings your mouth onto her lips and has you slowing the pace of your hips into a sweet rut that has her whimpering into your intertwined tongues. You pull away, moving down her body placing gratifying pecks down her collar bone. “m’cumming—” she hurries out resting a panicked hand on your thigh. “already? where are your manners?” you remind her.
“what?— ahn—,” her eyes flicker up into yours when she realises what you’re asking of her, “ohh—fuck you. I’m n—not begging.”
“I guess I’ll have to stop then?”
she swallows whats left of her pride one last time before letting out the most pathetic pleas of, “please please— Oh fuckk— please ugh- let me cum, let me cum— m’cummin”
“And whose the best, hm?” you coo at her,
“Fuck— you are. you— ah!“ you cut her off by leaning your remaining weight on top of her and resting your face in the space between her neck, her legs now almost parallel to her torso as you bend her in half as you pound into her punctuating your point with each of your thrusts. “Yeah thats right.” you say with bared teeth, “I’m the fuckin’—best.” by the end of the night you have her cumming with her teeth sunk deep into the fleshy junction between your neck and shoulder making you wince out in pain. “Ow—fuckk.”
She’s heaving for breath when you get off her body, her hands clinging onto you as you leave the bed to find your clothes. “what. the fuck.” she breathes out. “loser.” you chuckle as you slam the door shut behind you as you leave her hotel room.
at the end of the week, you’re watching her stride towards the woman holding the golden trophy ready to claim the piece of metal marking her as the “Number One Hero of The People.” and makes you scoff because you and her both know who the better hero really is.
A/N: lmfoa i forgot to mention that im british which makes my crush on cathleen a little funnier, also sorry for making you british but its for the plot guys!! tbh i dont really like this but oh well i spent time writing it might aswell post it, no?
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Beautiful (Cathleen Bate Smut)
Requested: No
Summary: Cathleen can't stop herself after you go to an event looking like that.
Word Count: 1144
Warning(s): Sex, Female reader
She couldn't take her eyes off you, your dress hugging your curves perfectly as you laugh with your friends. Star had invited you to an event with her, she loves showing you off and this was a perfect opportunity. You both dressed to the nines looking as gorgeous as ever.
What she didn't take into account was that some of your friends were also going to be there, pulling you away from her. You weren't far away from Cassie by any means, her hand resting on your hip, but your attention was else where, drink sloshing in your glass as you laugh.
"Hey baby, I think it's time to go," she whispers leaning closer to your ear, you smile and nod as you say goodbye to your friends and finish up the drink in your hand.
"We're leaving early," you chuckle, squeezing Cathleen's hand that is now in yours. "I can't wait any longer, you're too beautiful to resist," she lets you know, winking, a bright blush dusting your cheeks. Cassie starts briskly walking towards the waiting car outside, pulling you with her as you yelp, trying to catch up. "Wait up, I can't walk that fast in these heels," Her walk slows but not by a lot, the door to the car open as you both slide in quickly.
As the driver takes off, Cassie's hand rests on your thigh, rubbing small gentle stripes up and down with her thumb, giving you goosebumps, a wicked look in her eyes. The drive isn't very long, but her strong fingers have made their way higher and higher up your thigh, causing you to clench your thighs together, a wetness spreading in your probably already ruined underwear.
Before you can indulge in your arousal, the car comes to a halt, looking out the window you see the front of your shared home. "Well that was fast." you muse to yourself scootching closer to the door as you had been leaning into your better halves side without even realizing it.
The door opens, Cathleen's hand out reached. She helps you out of the car and without a second to process, she picks you up in a bridal carry, quickly making her way to the house.
The door slams behind her as she disregards her own shoes, quickly taking you to the bedroom. With your heels still on you're a lot closer to being of a similar height.
Her lips crash into yours like a tidal wave, your hands pulling her into you by her hips. She doesn't put up any resistance. Soon the back of your legs touch the bed and you both come up for air. "What's gotten into you?" you ask breathily, not complaining about the intimate situation. "When I saw you in this," she says running her hands up and down your sides "I honestly thought that we should skip the event all together." She informs you kissing your lips once more, her hand gently making it up your inner thigh, the dress lifting with it. The sensation sending a shiver down your spine. "But then seeing you smile at your friends like that....Damn am I lucky to have you, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on." She confesses effortlessly, kissing down the side of your neck, nibbling every now and then. A breathy moan escapes your throat, as you slide one of your hands down her arm, the other gently placed on the back of her neck.
" I think the title for most beautiful is all yours baby," You moan as she makes her way to your collar bones.
Cassie gently pushes you to sit down on the bed, gently caressing your breasts, leaving small love bites before pulling one out of the confinement of your dress all together. Her tongue flicks your nipple causing you to let out a needy moan.
"Don't keep me waiting baby," You beg as she slowly plays with your nipple. "All in due time gorgeous," She says with a smile, teeth grazing over the sensitive skin. Your back arches into her, a moan so desperate leaving your lips.
Her wandering hand finally makes its way all the way to your soaked underwear as she gives your clothed pussy a small rub. " So wet already and we just started." She chuckles, her lips making their way back up to yours, the kiss fervent.
Her hand leaves your clothed cunt, causing you to whimper from the loss of contact. "Open up." Cassie commands, gently pushing on your thighs. You slide your legs open wider, as her finger hooks around your panties. She pulls them off in one swipe.
She kisses up your ankles, gently nibbling on your sensitive inner thighs as she makes her way to your weeping cunt. She licks a strip up from your hole to your clit a gorgeous moan coming from her. "I'll never get used to how good you taste." She tells you, going to town on your sensitive nub. Your head falls back as she pulls your heeled leg over her shoulder, giving her better access and lapping up all your juices, her skilled tongue working magic on your pussy. As Cathleen works her magic, the pleasure that has been building finally crashes over you with a breathy yet loud moan of your lovers name as your pussy pulsates. Cassie never stops, riding the high while liking up everything you give her. "Even you moaning my name is beautiful," She smiles as she looks up at you thru her lashes.
As your high subsides she moves her face away momentarily. "Hope you didn't think we were done yet, pretty." she says, slowly inserting a finger into you in one smooth movement, before pulling it back out. She sucks off your juices while looking at you, eliciting a moan.
She slowly inserts her finger again, this time her tongue making its way back to your sensitive bundle of nerves. She slowly pumps her finger, loving how your body reacts to her. She pulls your other leg over her shoulder, her movements getting faster.
Soon she ads another digit, curling them, making you feel oh so full. The ocean of pleasure receding again before coming down in a violent tsunami. "Y/n, I love you so much." she Mumbles between licks as she helps you ride thru the wave. she slowly pulls away and puts your legs on the ground gently.
"I don't think I can wear this dress again," you state in a matter of fact manor, causing Cassie to laugh. You grab her by the chin, pulling her up to you, giving her a kiss. It's much sweeter this time around, you can still taste your arousal on her lips.
You shift so she's laying on her back, lips never disconnecting.
"Your turn," you tell her with a wink.
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Cathleen ‘10” strap’ Bate
#.v speaks#.venus updated!#shit fucks up your guts#saw someone say ‘the syrup sounds like gunshots’ and i agree#her hips leave BRUSES#god she’s hot#..mha#..SS#star and stripes smut#mha smut#cathleen bate#cathleen bate smut#cathleen bate x reader
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For Star’s Birthday 🥳🍰🎈
18+ CONTENT AHEAD MDNI
❀pairing: Star and Stripe x afab!reader
❀warnings: questionable use of quirk, masturbation, voyeurism, fingering, overstimulation
Cathleen greets you at your doorstep with a harsh clutch of your hips, her lips swiftly meshing with yours in a messy, breathless collision. She captures your frantic words before they ever get the chance to spill, syllables a jumbled mishmash until what’s left of your speech is sighs and desperate moans.
Her hold on you tightens as she carries you away to your shared bedroom, with your legs secured around her waist as a path of kisses is stamped onto your skin.
Your back arches when placed against the silk sheets, and Cathy is quick to follow after you, grinding lightly between your spread legs as a flurry of heat surges through your core.
“Cathy?”, you interrupt, looking up at her with your hands resting against the sides of her face. “What’s with you today?”
A smile emerges at the corner of her lips, yet she doesn’t answer, opting to pull back and prop her head on one of her elbows as she lies beside you. She delicately fingers at the hem of your bottoms.
“Take this off and play with yourself for me”, she commands softly with New Order. You're quickly overcome with an excited chill at her straightforwardness.
Your body moves without a choice, tugging at the damp cloth with a jiggle of your hips until your cunt is set free. With an eager touch, you trail your fingers along the divots of your torso to reach your sex before gliding between your folds with clumsy motions then finally circling your apex.
Cathy watches your morphing features with lust-blown irises and a rigid expression, her gaze hardly shifting as your lips pucker with each rotation.
It's building; that minuscule pressure that's gathered in your gut grows difficult to maintain, whipping and thrashing inside you as you attempt to tame an arousal with a will of its own. Your hands merely continue to follow the vague order given to it, even as your walls begin to clamp wildly around the digits, and you're stiffening as your climax rolls over you.
Cathy still observes without giving you any directions to stop.
The overstimulation is agonizing, but only temporarily as the next blossoming itch overrides it to become a full-blown ache—a necessity.
“Go faster.” She adds, while tears tumble down your cheeks at the increased vigour of your movements from her words. You inevitably shriek as the pleasure erupts much quicker than the last time, flooding your poor nerves to the brink with sharp signals.
“C-can I stop?” You beg, wrist limp and burning at the lack of rest between orgasms.
“Not yet”, she purrs into your ear before kissing your damp cheeks. She pulls herself closer to allow one of her hands to wrap around you while the other takes control of your thrusting. “Cum on your hands one last time then stop”, she says, and the combined swipes of your clit with her pinpoint ministrations let you do just that; teeth tugging at your bottom lip as you tense within her arms then gasp.
You relax in her hold once it all subsides, only for the sensations to begin again. Your glossy eyes latch to the smirk that paints her lips as her hands renew their motions. "Now, don't cum unless I ask you to."
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Young Cathleen Bate x Fem!Reader
After yesterday's poll, i Made this thinking about a Young Cathleen dressed in the uniform With a bike, heavily 80's inspired "Take my breath away" kinda thing. Both Of You Are +18 in this fic, but there is no smut.
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Cathleen and you have something going on for a while... And no one noticed...Its a relief, both of you have religious parents, but at the same time, the thrill it's interesting to Say at least..
You were coming out of your university when you saw your girlfriend waiting for You, standing in her military outfit close to her motorbike, She looked badass!
Cathy seems to have some bandages in her face...
"Don't worry too much for it, babe... It was just a quirkless combat with Ethan" - she cooed, caressing your soft right cheek.
"Babe You look like a beaten up banana at this point, i'm worried" - Y/N pouted, altrought humoring Cathy, she was worried "i think you shouldn't go that hard, cant imagine how Ethan looks compared to You"
"Nahh, It was part of the exercise! He was holding back on Me, I insisted him going full Power" - She brushed it off with a smile, but when she tried to smile she ended up wincing in pain.
"I'm being serious, don't overwork yourself." - The worried girl crossed her arms, raising her head to look at her secret girlfriend seriously.
But Y/N didnt knew that Cathleen was having a bad day already, and was trying to not burst up at the minimun pressure "Listen, I might not be the Best cadet yet, but I'm not a child anymore, please don't treat me like one, I'm a full grown adult" - She was being hard headed again... Y/N could tell this was a sensitive matter for her, and She didnt wanted to make scene in the University entrance.
She huffed, not wasting saliva in what would be a public discussion, Cathleen sitted on the motorbike looking at Y/N without a word, just a cold face that if it spoke it would say "get on, no questions"
Y/N complied sitting and hugging Cathleen for security, but at the same time, that hig was showing her concern. Cathleen revved the bike, who roared back to life, soon they left University grounds and drive towards her parents house.
Cathleen's parents werent at Home, neither her Sister. They went to visit Cathleen's grandparents, Y/N knew that because of Cathleen's rants about wanting to go with them... But She couldnt. She had to sacrifice that in order to be the Best.
The women arrived to the cadet's Home, a large, fancy condo, she got off the bike, and took off her helmet, and then turned to look at you "They went to see our grandparents for the weekend , but don't worry, they know you, they told me you could come In whenever you wanted" - she said in a tired tone, she realized that Y/N didnt deserve her anger, so She took her secret lover's hand, guiding her to the cadet's house, lo later enter to her room.
Cathleen's room was filled With All Might pictures and posters of planes. A photo With little Cathy posing happily in All Might's arms was proudly showed in her nightstand. Y/N sat on the bed, downhearted about what happened before, the blonde hero aspirant closed the door. Taking off her jacket... Y/N gasped, Cathleen was beaten up, purple and red bruises collored her fair skin, she looked at You with a mix of seriousness, whim and... Sadness?
"This is what happens when You want to be the best" - She huffed, agitated "To be like him, i need to be strong" - she was being hard headed... Again
"All Might Isnt strong all the time!" - Y/N said, her voice trembling "Because he's a human! YOU don't have to be strong all the time, because YOU'RE human!!!"
"You don't understand, Y/N" - She said, gruff "How can You be the Best in a world of men, 'taking it easy'?" - She said the last Words in a mocking, sarcastic, yet jealous and hurtfull tone. Then She sighed, She was hurting her beloved. "I... I can't help it... W-when you're surrounded by men that are so strong... So powerful... I... I feel weak... I feel useless..." - Cathleen began to sob and tears of anger started to flow from her eyes, she was feeling pathetic... Weak... She wasn't the hero she wanted to be... Cathleen tought herself as a disgrace that didn't deserve that uniform...
Y/N had enough, jumping from the bed to cup her girlfriend's cheeks "You Are NOT weak! You're one Of the Best fucking students!" - She sighed, then kissed her cheek in comprehension "You're a student for Gods sake! A student can't be a Master if they compare themselves all the time!!! Stop pushing yourself!" - that was the last straw for Y/N to get on her tippy toes and kiss Cathleen on the lips.
The bigger woman gasped and hugged the more petite one as they both kissed softly. Cathleen muscly arms hugged her girlfriend's more smaller frame, it felt like it was thanking Y/N with her body languaje. When the sweet kiss ended, the now smiling cadet cupped her girlfriend' cheek, a gesture She always makes.
"I'm sorry doll.. i don't know what happened to me.. i'll make up to You, just wai-.. - she was interrumpted by Y/N kissing the bandage in Cathleen's cheek. "You Are so selfless, Cathy.. that makes You shine like a Star"
At the end of the day, they ended up cuddling on the couch, eating Cathleen favorite gummies. And She couldnt be happier of having Y/N in her life, her little Star...
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Hi guys! I hope You liked it! Please do tell me if i made a typo or grammatical error, i'm always learning. Anyways, if You have a idea for a One Shot like this please write a comment, i appreciate the feedback.
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Deceiving the Duke | 3 | Todoroki Shouto
pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Female Reader
length: 3.1k of 30k words | 3rd of 9 chapters
summary: When Camie Utsushimi elopes on the eve of her society debut, scandal threatens to destroy the family’s prospects. It’s up to you, a maid, to impersonate Camie throughout the Season, long enough that her elder sister can make a match. The only trouble? Lord Shouto Todoroki is also intent on making a match—and that match, quite impossibly, appears to involve you.
tags/warnings: romance, regency au, class differences, hidden identity/identity porn, aged up characters, eventual smut
Things were quiet the following week.
You successfully attended two other balls with no mishaps like your first, and an afternoon tea with some lady or another. You were careful to duck out of sight any time you caught a flash of red or white hair, and you stuck close to Caroline except for when she was whisked onto the dancefloor by some interested gentleman.
You seemed to draw little notice, except for a few younger sons of minor families. You eagerly waved your dance card full of made-up names at them when they approached, feigning regret. If any of them noticed you did not stand up with anyone after that, however, they were too polite to say so.
You spent the rest of your time outside of events agonizingly refitting all of Camie’s new dresses, astounded by the sheer number, going to bed every evening with your fingers numb and your eyes burning. Caroline kept up your dance lessons and tried valiantly to appoint you with some conversational tips that would keep you from exposing yourself as the servant you were, which you dutifully memorized.
You also wrote to Camie, addressing the letter to her eventual home at Lord Yoarashi’s estate. His staff would hopefully know where to forward it to. You told her of the harebrained scheme you had gotten yourself into, the horrifying run-in with Lord Shouto Todoroki, and your absolute certainty that this had all been a mistake.
A week and a half into said harebrained scheme, Lady Cathleen Bate hosted a ball at the assembly rooms. You wiggled into a cream-colored gown you’d prioritized fixing because the wispy material was so easy to work with—but you were quite regretting it now. It was awfully sheer, enough that you kept returning to Camie’s looking glass, nervous that your underpinnings might be fully visible through the fabric.
You tried to call as little attention to your bare decolletage as possible with a borrowed set of Caroline’s tiniest paste jewel set, but felt like every judgmental eye in the assembly rooms would flicker your way regardless. You hoped the relatively low profile you’d cultivated thus far would spare you.
When you arrived, you quickly filled your dance card with a suite of made up names once more, snickering to yourself as you penned in former king Yaoyorozu’s name and a slew of stupid things like Lord Scotchwaffles and Mr. Placeholder.
There was a small commotion as you made your way to the Utsushimis’ usual camp out along the fringes of the dance floor, watching across the room as a young lady in an elaborate headdress suddenly swooned onto the gentleman next to her.
You started when you realized the gentleman in question was none other than Lord Shouto Todoroki–and he looked bemused to suddenly have an armful of unresponsive woman. His face went carefully blank and he held her out from him, the way one did a baby that had soiled itself. You had to bite a laugh off into your glove. He really looked like nothing would make him happier than just dropping her.
Two mismatched eyes suddenly darted up, catching yours. Your laughter seized in your throat, turning into sputtering coughs, and you ducked behind Mrs. Utsushimi for cover.
You kept yourself hidden behind her silhouette as best you could for the next few hours, with the occasional break to fetch lemonade. Caroline was on and off the dance floor, and you thought you recognized one of her partners as a gentleman from last time–a Mr. Yosetsu Awase, untitled but kind and reliable, according to town gossip.
Fumbling around behind Mrs. Utsushimi, you accidentally bumped elbows with a pair of gentlewomen halfway through the ball. You murmured an apology, but they waved you off cheerfully, and leaned in to introduce themselves instead.
One of them was short and voluptuously curvy, with fawn brown hair and rosy cheeks–Miss Ochako Uraraka, whose family, like Camie’s, was untitled but landed, occupying the lower rungs of the peerage. The other woman had long green tresses that complimented her spring green gown, and wore them bound up at the back of her head, with big dark eyes fringed with long lashes–the Viscountess Tsuyu Asui.
“You’re Camie Utsushimi,” Miss Uraraka said, her voice high and sweet. “I saw you at the Monomas’, running for some lemonade.”
You choked, and fluttered your fan uselessly for a moment. “I—well, yes. It’s all rather a lot, isn’t it? The season?”
Lady Asui nodded vigorously. “Horrible, really. Like we’re at market.”
You laughed. You had to agree. Even knowing you’d be able to retire this scheme at the end of the season, this brief period had felt much like you were a fruit put out on a seller’s stand, to be inspected and purchased at a shopper’s whim. In this thing, the nobility were so much less fortunate than you were.
“Are there really no gentlemen you fancy?” you asked curiously, and Miss Uraraka blushed a furious shade of pink.
“No,” she squeaked out, a transparent yes even to someone who’d only just met her.
“She does but she’ll never admit it,” Lady Asui told you, smiling. “He’s not in attendance this season, at any rate, but she still comes hoping to hear news of him from his friends.”
“Who?” you asked.
Lady Asui cast a fond look at Miss Uraraka. “I’ll not say, but if you want to figure it out yourself, a chat with Lord Tenya or Lord Shouto would be most enlightening.”
You froze up at the mention of Lord Shouto again, eyes quickly darting about to make sure he hadn’t spotted you again. The last thing you needed was for him to accidentally spill the details of your conversation—and how improperly you’d spoken to a man who was possibly the future prince-consort of the empire, if rumors about his interest in Princess Yaoyorozu were to be believed.
Lord Tenya Iida, you remembered from the strategic dissections Mrs. Utsushimi and Caroline had done last season, was a baron, extensively landed, and a very respectable match for any young lady of good breeding. Like Lord Shouto, he was someone you would not want to be seen with, if you cared to minimize the fallout once your scheme had been exposed.
“It shall remain a mystery,” you said decisively.
Miss Uraraka looked surprised. “You don’t intend to meet either?”
You shook your head. “I’d prefer to wait, um, several more seasons before setting sights on a gentleman.”
Lady Asui tapped her chin with her fan. “Lord Shouto is sure to make a match this season or next—he’s got his pick, if he wants it. I take it you’ve heard about his courting Princess Yaoyorozu?”
Your skin prickled with the mention of him again, the memory of his eyes picking over you in the dark replaying itself in the back of your mind. “I have, yes. Perhaps that’s the wisdom in my choice–I’d hate to covet something of the princess’s.”
Miss Uraraka laughed, high and pretty. “This whole empire is hers–I wish you luck.”
You smiled. “I’ll set my sights on something smaller she’ll miss less, then.” Like a pile of money and a comfortable position at Camie’s new estate.
Lady Asui made a small noise in her throat, and you turned to look at her curiously. “That rather large something is headed this way,” she said, looking interested.
Your heartbeat spiked. Surely Lord Shouto wasn’t coming over to talk to you–to reprimand you for pelting him with apricot cakes, was he? He’d so far kept his distance, and you’d thought he meant to forget the whole thing. Regardless, you searched out a gap in the throng of people lining the dance floor, identifying your quickest escape route.
“I find I am suddenly parched,” you announced, snapping your fan shut. “A delight to make your acquaintances.” You made to dart for safety, but a deep voice stopped you.
“You must allow me,” someone intoned from behind you, and all your blood stopped in your veins. Slowly, you turned, finding Lord Shouto himself standing in front of you, immaculately outfitted in a dark coat and waistcoat, a silk neckcloth tied at his throat. He was even more handsome in direct candlelight, his features so careful and symmetrical, those mismatched eyes pinned directly to yours.
“I—you—um, Your Grace,” you said, frantically digging up the modes of address Caroline had gone over with you. You dropped a curtsey, heart pounding. “You’ll have to excuse me—I, the lemonade—”
A tiny smile prodded at the corner of his mouth, and you followed his gaze as it dropped to a glass of lemonade clutched in his fingers, which he pressed towards you.
“I recall you are fond of it,” he said, and your panic fully seized you. Miss Uraraka and Lady Asui’s attentions fixed on you with sharpened interest.
“I–-thank you,” you said miserably, accepting the proffered drink. You pressed it to your mouth to save you from having to supply any other conversation. You thought his eyes followed it to your mouth, and you wondered if there was some aspect of social etiquette you’d just violated for him to watch you so.
“I had hoped you might accompany me for a dance,” Lord Shouto said in that mind-numbingly low tone.
The lemonade hit the back of your throat wrong. You hurriedly flapped your dance card at him, feigning apology. “I’m afraid I’m terribly overcommitted,” you choked out quickly.
Those eyes darted up to yours curiously again, and he rather unexpectedly reached forward to grasp your dance card, reading it over with some interest.
“‘Lord Scotchwaffles’, ‘Mr. Placeholder’,” he echoed, the hint of a smirk pulling at his full mouth. “I cannot say I am acquainted with either.” He paused. “It looks like your next dance is reserved for King Yaoyorozu himself.”
Your insides shriveled up. “I—”
“Unfortunate that he will be unable to make it, bedridden as he’s been for the past decade,” Lord Shouto said. “I will be happy to stand up with you instead.”
Ice crept up your veins, stiffening your limbs. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck!
What was he plotting? Why go to the trouble of asking you for a dance if he was put out with the way you’d acted at the Monomas’? Was this some ploy designed to embarrass Camie and her family?
“I’ll hold your lemonade for you,” Miss Uraraka said, incredibly unhelpfully. Dainty fingers pulled the glass out of your hand, and Lord Shouto seized the moment, taking your hand and tugging you out onto the dancefloor just as the players readied themselves for a new song.
Your heart hammered in your mouth as you arranged yourself against him. His shoulder was horribly strong under your hand, his grip on you gentle but firm. You looked up into his face to find him watching you impassively.
You dimly recognized the music as it began, frantically dredging your brain for the steps Caroline had drilled into you. Thankfully you were able to slip into step along Lord Shouto, following his lead effectively, if not smoothly.
“You’ll have to forgive me,” you told him, for something to say. “This is my first dance–I’m relatively unpracticed.”
His fingers flexed where they held you, and he looked rather—smug?–-to note it.
“So long as it is better than your Ancient Greek,” he said, “I believe you will do well.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, your ears heating. “Well if that’s the case, I’m a comparative expert.”
A hint of a smile touched his mouth, and he spun you, catching your waist back in his hand in a way that sent a shiver skittering up your spine. “You are well-outfitted for prospect stealing, then.”
You scowled up at him, catching a little indent at the corner of his mouth, like he was teasing you.
“My objective is not thievery,” you sniffed. “For the purposes of this season I am simply observing, like a naturalist.”
“And what have you observed?” he asked as he spun you into him again. He was so close you could feel rather than hear the end of his question.
“That there is nothing natural about it,” you said, catching a glimpse of a couple frowning mother-daughter pairs at the end of the dance floor. It made you want to curl into Lord Shouto–to hide from their calculating gaze–but of course he was the whole reason they were glaring.
You decided to take the opportunity to remind him there were better dance partners available, whatever his purpose for calling you out here. “And that I’m rather underqualified. Did you know my Latin is just as bad as my Greek?”
“Your interests must lie elsewhere, then,” Lord Shouto said, gazing down at you curiously. “What are your hobbies?”
How to tell a nobleman that you had almost none? Servitude did not leave much time for hobbies, except for when Camie had insisted to her mother she had absolutely ruined a gown and would need to borrow you for hours–only to surprise you with a tray full of snacks, a few lurid novels, and hours of gossip. You could also play a mean game of cards, but of course it would be improper to tell a gentleman that.
“They’re secret,” you told him.
A white eyebrow went up. “Hurling apricot cakes at unsuspecting gentlemen, perhaps?” he asked.
You sniffed and purposefully trod on his foot. “Only when they surprise me in dark rooms.”
“I believe you surprised me,” Lord Shouto said. “I’d thought you meant to spring a trap closed on me.”
You look up at him, perplexed—then flushed furiously when it dawned on you. No wonder he’d asked whether he was free to go! “You thought I’d meant to trap you in an indecency scandal when I’d never even met you?”
Lord Shouto blinked slowly. “It would have been a bold debut.”
You shook your head furiously. “Rest assured, I have no designs on marriage at this time. Even if I wanted–” You cut yourself off, horrified that you’d almost just let slip your predicament, to the most powerful of persons you meant to fool.
Lord Shouto looked curious and bent his head towards you. “Even if you wanted—?”
You shook your head, and a small frown marred the beauty of his perfect mouth. “I’m talking nonsense.”
“I like nonsense,” he said earnestly—his tone surprising you.
You were thankfully saved from having to respond by the song ending, forcing the two of you into genuflections across from one another. You quickly backed up, as if to leave the dancefloor, but Lord Shouto’s hand snapped out, catching your wrist.
“Perhaps you might tell me about it over another dance?” He asked, his tone low, almost intimate.
Your stomach churned. A horrible little part of you wanted to–had liked how strong he felt under your hands, how sure his hands were around your waist, how upsettingly beautiful his face was up close. But you would not say more. And Caroline had informed you just this afternoon that an invitation to share more than one dance indicated some interest.
You doubted Lord Shouto had any real interest in you–but you could ill afford to draw more attention to the Utsushimi family than you already had.
“I am afraid I am spoken for—” you started, and Lord Shouto’s mouth hitched at the corner.
“I don’t see Lord Scotchwaffles at present,” he said, stepping closer to you.
It brought his horribly beautiful face that much close to yours, and you panicked, searching for a solution.
A memory of Lord Shouto earlier this evening flashed past your eyes–the swooning maiden, whom he’d looked like he wanted to drop. You could see his blank, uncomfortable expression, the way he’d held her away from him in fairly overt distaste. It was clear he did not much appreciate the dramatic machinations of eager young ladies.
Well, you could afford a bruised tailbone in pursuit of your escape. Here went nothing.
You quickly fluttered your hand in front of you, clutching your side like you were winded. You let out a noise like a wounded animal gasping for breath. You caught Lord Shouto’s eyes widening before you pitched sideways, closing your eyes and bracing for impact.
But the impact never came–-instead you collided with something firm, but much softer than the hardwood. Your stomach jolted as you were suddenly shifted and two strong arms went under you, pulling you close to a warm, hard chest.
“Miss Utsushimi,” Lord Shouto’s deep voice resounded in your ear, sounding concerned. Your heart rate doubled, realizing he’d picked you up, and the swaying motion meant he was carrying you somewhere.
Seven hells, you’d not meant for him to catch you!
“Miss Utsushimi, are you well?” Lord Shouto’s voice came again, and you were gently deposited upright, onto something cushiony–a chair. Two warm hands roamed over you, and you peeked an eye open to catch sight of Lord Shouto’s attentive gaze on you. His hand came up to take your chin, tilting your face to his.
An entire conservatory of butterflies erupted in your stomach at the gentle touch. Those mismatched eyes roved over you with worry–and something shrewder, almost like intrigue.
“Are you well?” he asked again, as over his shoulder you could see a crowd beginning to form–Lady Asui and Miss Uraraka, Caroline and Mrs. Utsushimi.
“I–yes–the dance must have winded me,” you said, quickly supplying an excuse. “I’m alright. But I’m afraid I should not dance any more.”
Lord Shouto watched you for a moment longer, before something that was most definitely a knowing little smile touched the corner of his mouth. “Of course,” he said, a strange hitch like amusement in his voice.
You startled, disliking his unexpectedly warm reaction. The point had been to scare him off, not entertain him!
But then Mrs. Utsushimi was carving a path through the crowd with Caroline at her side. Caroline looked worried, but Mrs. Utsushimi could not have looked more put out with you had she tried, though she rallied a valiant cry of, “Camie! Are you alright? We’ll take you home at once.”
“Yes, yes, I’m quite alright,” you said again, quickly sitting up, which brought you in even closer proximity to Lord Shouto, who hadn’t moved.
And it was then, in that moment, with Lord Shouto leaning over you with his eyes glittering, that you thought you were perhaps not alright. With butterflies tickling your stomach, and all your nerves alight under his touch—you realized you were, in fact, the opposite of alright.
You were in trouble.
Horrible, terrible trouble—in the shape of one handsome duke, who was perhaps shaping up to be much more shrewd than you had expected.
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My Hero Academia Masterlist
Toshinori Yagi (All Might):
Try again (smut)
You want to add another addition to the family, he’s unsure.
Cathleen Bate (Star And Stripe):
Rainy Day
Cassie has a rare day off with you, spending it cuddling.
Beautiful (Smut)
Cathleen can't stop herself after you go to an event looking like that.
Eijiro Kirishima (Red Riot):
You Dropped this
First date.
#my hero academia fanfic#all might x reader#yagi toshinori#toshinori x reader#aizawa x reader#eraserhead x reader#all might#present mic x reader#present mic#hizashi yamada#bakugou katsuki#bakugo x reader#todoroki x reader#touya todoroki#bnha x reader#bnha fanfiction#hitoshi shinso x reader#hitoshi shinsou#deku x reader#izuku midoriya#eijiro kirishima x reader#kirishima eijirou#bnha eijiro kirishima#kirishima eijiro x reader#bnha fic
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she would defo use your pony tail/pig tails as handle bars when she takes you from behind w her strap btw just saying.
#cathleen bate#stars and stripes x reader#cathleen bate x reader#mha x reader#star and stripe#stars and stripes#cathleen bate smut
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POV: If she actually won :(
cathleen x number two hero! reader (fem)
“better if ya died i could’ve been number one.” you scoff when you finally see her again, bandaged up purple bruises splotched on her body. Your heart almost breaks looking at her.
“what? you wouldn’t miss mee?” she drags teasingly. miss her? no way.
so why is it that you let a few tears slip when she’s kissing you so sweetly behind closed doors and when she uses her scarred hands to wipe them away you sob harder. “don’t cry.” she whispers her lips lingering on yours holding the sides of your face brushing away the strands of hair stuck to your face. hearing her voice you thought you wouldn’t hear again has you choking on your tears as she shushes your woes with a chaste kiss. “i thought you were going to fucking die cathy.” you drag in a long breath, your hiccupping cries not helping. cathleen does nothing but stare at the state you’re in for a few minutes her eyes flickering to various parts of your face with a solemn expression; you really were her perfect girl. so sweet, too sweet, too good.
she pulls you into a tight embrace, her hands tracing the designs of your hero costume on your back. “m’ not going anywhere don’t worry.” she assures you her face squished as she lay her head on top of yours, languidly playing with your hair with her other hand.
“okay stop crying, you look ugly when you cry.” She tries to console you—badly.
“you look like shit.” you spit back as your eyes were still glazed with tears
“I mean it’s understandable, some japanese twink nearly killed me.”
“shut up— or I swear I’ll kill you myself.” You lightly slap her whilst she still held onto you, the chuckle escaping her bouncing you slightly and there it was. her laugh. her laugh that could cure all the cruel ills of the world. the laugh of the woman you truly loved.
#cathleen bate#cathleen bate x reader#stars and stripes x reader#mha x reader#star and stripe#cathleen bate smut#stars and stripes
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Im trynna indulge in that (cathleen bate x number two hero reader)
questionable use of quirk…
A/N:hi guys this is sorta kinda a continuation of my number two hero x cathleen bate fic urmmm enjoy, i am kinda crazy over this woman. Also im supposed to be revising for my finals but… Cathleen is more important!! also this us a repost
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Cathleen pushes up against the backs of your thighs, your legs dangling over her thick shoulders as she thrusts into you with her cock, unrelenting.
“stop staring, asshole.” you say as you clutched onto her biceps for some leverage as the force of her hips kept pushing you up the creaking bed.
“Enjoy it, gorgeous.” She says with baited breath, “this cock isn’t going to last forever, y’know?” 
When she mentioned using her new order on herself to physically grow a dick, you knew she was crazy but now that it was actually being put to use… you didn’t mind much.
“Oh- fuckkk-.. I’m cumming.” You clench your eyes shut, throwing your head back onto the pillows, your hand pushing against her hip in a futile attempt for her to slow down.
“Already, number two?—” She teases chuckling, her voice faltering because my god your cunt was just so tight. The feeling of being inside you was just exhilarating, this was way better than having your mouth on her cunt, this was way better than having your fingers stuffed inside of her. She got to be physically inside you.
She leans down towards you, pushing her whole body weight onto you ultimately pushing your knees to your chest. “You gonna take my load, huh pretty?” She asks you, rhetorically because she already knew the answer. You look her directly in the eyes you felt your impending orgasm, your eyebrows creasing and your mouth opening up just slightly watching her stare directly at you with an coaxing smile and thats what breaks you. you pull her down for a kiss whilst arching your back off the mattress and she comes in you with a slight groan her lips still connected to yours while her hands kept a vice grip on your hips, eventually slowing the rhythm of her hips.
#cathleen bate#star and stripe#mha x reader#stars and stripes x reader#cathleen bate x reader#cathleen bate smut
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hi guys imagine sinking ur fingers knuckles deep inside the number one hero of usa under the table during a really important meeting about reducing crime rates or whatever. Your attention solely on the woman beside you who accidentally slams the underside of the table with her knee when she jolts from the sudden intrusion of your fingers. Muttering apologies as she settles back down, quickly glancing your way with furrowed eyebrows. The pumping of your fingers has her gripping onto the table, looking straight ahead at the projector displaying various charts but she is oh definitely not focused. Her brain working hard to keep the muscles around her jaw clenched as he tries to hold in her gasps and cries anddd just as shes about to come she decides she’s had enough. Grabbing onto your wrists she halts the languid movement of your fingers, sighing out a stuttered breath as she runs a hand over her flushed face. Her self restraint is incredible.
When the meeting is over and the various pro-heroes and policemen disperse, leaving just you two. Alone. Is when you decide to finish what you started, ushering her towards the large meeting desk as she scolds you for your brazen behaviour. You pry one of her legs up by her thigh when she’s finally perched so perfectly on the table. . Shes panting, frustrated and angry at you for pulling such a sneaky trick on her. But all that anger dissipates when she feels the familiar shape of your fingers enter her, making her gasp out in pleasure.
“This what you wanted?” You mock her, “hm?”
She can barely reply back when you start properly drilling into her curling your fingers making her whine so pretty. You can’t help hold eye contact with her, her desperate eyes locking into your mischievous ones. A few swipes of her clit with your thumb in harmony with the bullying of your fingers has her arching, letting out a choked moan. “Oh— fu—uckkk. shitshitshit.” Her hips involuntarily bucking up against your fingers, her hands instinctively grabbing onto your wrists to stop you from your ruthless ministrations as she rides out her high.
#cathleen bate#cathleen bate x reader#stars and stripes x reader#mha x reader#star and stripe#cathleen bate smut#stars and stripes#mha
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PUSSY SLAPPEERRR, she would SLAP the SHIT out of your cunt to see you jerk and whine with the biggest grin and it hurts 10x more because shes a big ass woman with her big ass calloused hands. CATHLEEN BATE THE ULTIMATE PUSSY SLAPPEERR!!!
#cathleen bate#stars and stripes x reader#cathleen bate x reader#mha x reader#star and stripe#stars and stripes#cathleen bate smut
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how big yall think the radius of her nipples r cus her tits are huge
#cathleen bate#stars and stripes x reader#cathleen bate x reader#mha x reader#star and stripe#stars and stripes#cathleen bate smut
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A D-LISTER HERO
cathleen bate x female hero reader
This got weirdly sad, initially i wrote this cus my friend told me that my acrylic nails made me look like someones sugar baby LMFAOO
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Imagine being Star’s D-lister hero sugar baby. A D-lister hero that barely does her job and is only present at disaster scenes to sit and look pretty. The perfect little thing she can walk around with, her arm slung loosely around your waist. Your hero costume barely covers your body and she digs that, “Easy access.” She teases as her fingers dip below the waistline of your short-shorts.
She pays up large sums of money upfront.. after you make her cum, ofcourse. Being the number one hero is difficult and what better doctor is there to help her feel better than her cute d-lister hero relieving her stress every night.
She pays for your nails, your clothes, your apartment and your bills. Anything you want you get. She doesn’t really care if you’re using her because there’s no way you’re ever getting away from her, so why worry? She laughs when the media finds out about you and calls you a gold-digger because you most definitely are, but overtime you’ve stopped seeing ‘Stars and Stripes’ and started seeing more of ‘Cathleen Bate’.
She holds an exterior so unpliable it’s difficult to break down. Behind her champagne giggles and all her brawn she’s a struggling woman trying to keep everyone safe, because she can’t handle the guilt of those she’s lost. On the night’s like these she wants you. She needs you even. She pries you in between her legs so you can lap up at her cunt, promising a hefty pay— but at this point you don’t really care about the money. You care about her, but she really doesn’t know that. So you do as you’re told, you let her have her way with you, but you also look up at her with such big worried eyes it makes her want to kiss you, over and over again because she realises fuck you care, you really do.
#cathleen bate#stars and stripes x reader#cathleen bate x reader#mha x reader#star and stripe#cathleen bate smut#stars and stripes
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sitting on her lap would fix me.
#cathleen bate#cathleen bate x reader#stars and stripes x reader#mha x reader#star and stripe#cathleen bate smut#stars and stripes
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A HEROES GOLDEN BOOTS
cathleen bate x number two hero! reader
A/N: this got so dirty
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hovering over her boot, your thighs on either side you look up at her with a meek expression but her stern face never falters, “get on with it.” she commands.
hesitantly, you sit. The chill of her golden leather boot on your cunt sending a shiver up your spine. Moving your hips back and forth, whimpering, the material doing nothing to provide any force of friction. “I can’t—“ you whine but she cuts you off sharply, “What happened to all that confidence, number two?” She mocks you as she ruffles your hair lovingly looking down at you, quickly transitioning into grabbing fist fulls of your hair to force you to look up at her towering form, “don’t complain you bought this on yourself, remember?” her grip on your hair tightened causing you to let out a choked moan gaining a chuckle out of her, “promise I’ll eat ya’ out if you make yourself come like this.”
that’s really all the encouragement you needed. you placed your shaky hands on her burly thigh aiding you to move your hips vigorously your cunt squelching with every shift. your clit dragging against the leather of her boots repeatedly, making ragged moans escape your lips. “atta girl.” she praises you. You wrapped your arms around the expanse of her leg, resting your face against her girthy thigh making the movement of your hips more enthusiastic as you let out “hah, hah, hnng” with each stroke of your hips getting lost in the pleasure. “look at you.” she coos, pulling out her phone with one hand and using the other to tilt your chin raising your head towards the camera. “say cheese..!” she teased pointing the phone in-front of your fucked out face and low eyelids not even registering the flashes and click of the camera. a purposeful shift of her boot up against your sopping cunt makes you cry out in pleasure, your hips stuttering in movement leading to you clinging onto her upper thigh as she kept mechanically moving her boot against your cunt. “you like that? gonna cum?” she bombards you with condescending questions as you reach the precipice of your release, you can’t even say a word.
“fuck— yesyesyes—“ you sob biting into the fabric over her thigh as you splattered your juice all over her boot, arching your back towards her. you could hear her chortle at you throughout the entirety of your unusually long orgasm as the movement of her boot slowed. she huffed out looking at your disheveled form on the ground, “so fucking pathetic.. makin’ such a mess, number two.” Theres a mischievous glint when she asks, “how do you suggest cleaning this up then?” before making you lick your own cum off her shoes like icecream. Yum.
#cathleen bate#stars and stripes x reader#cathleen bate x reader#mha x reader#star and stripe#stars and stripes#cathleen bate smut#skeptic mha#wlw ns/fw#wlw smut
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