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All Might: [sneezes]
Aizawa:
All Might: you're not even going to say 'bless you'?
Aizawa: I'm sitting right here, you've clearly been blessed
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I've been thinking about honeymoon sex with Jake. How he refers to you as Mrs. Seresin every chance he gets and praises you for being such a good wife when you come on his cock
abby why must you do this to me? why must you make me thirst ever so much more for this stupid man? i love you 🌻 Jake x wife!reader; 18+ only; suggestive language and the lead up to filthy smut; not edited I am tired
You’d seen the muscles in Jake’s jaw tick when the hotel concierge had finished checking you into your suite with a warm smile and a please enjoy your stay and let us know if there’s anyway we can be of assistance, Mr. and Mrs. Seresin.
It’s almost amusing, the way Jake’s darkening green eyes watch as the elevator buttons light up one by one, his foot impatiently tapping as you both wait to be delivered to the suite on the tenth floor of the Hawaiian resort Jake had spared no cost in securing for your honeymoon.
“Tired?” Your question is innocent, your hand coming to rest gently on Jake’s bicep where it emerges from his fitted t-shirt. He quirks and eyebrow at you in response and you offer the sweetest smile you can muster. “You just seem eager to get to the room,” you continue, withdrawing your touch as the elevator doors begin to slide open on your floor. “I know you can never sleep on planes, so…”
Your teasing is cut off by Jake firmly planting a palm on your ass, a teasing smack as he steers you out of the elevator, your luggage already waiting by the door of your room.
“You think you’re mighty cute, huh Mrs. Seresin?”
Ah, so that’s what’s got him so hot and bothered. The idea of Jake being turned on by the fact that you’re his wife now makes your thighs tremble in anticipation. Nothing’s changed, not really. You still love each other the same as before you both signed that slip of paper and then fucked in the bathroom of the bridal suite while Jake tried not to tear your wedding dress. Still, you know Jake and you know his family and, despite how different he is from most of them, you know that as an eldest son from a pretty conservative Texan family, there’s something about the word wife that makes Jake feral.
“You tell me, baby,” you reply coyly, “You married me. You must think I’m adorable.”
Jake growls, fumbling to throw open the door while keeping a hand on you, his grip already rough through the denim on your shorts. “Super fuckin’ adorable,” he concedes, his accent coming out in a stronger than usual lilt, “Especially when you’re falling apart on my cock.”
You suck in a little gasp as you help Jake kick the luggage into the entryway of the suite and another, louder gasp that morphs into a giggle as he picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder, the door slamming shut behind the two of you.
“Tell me what you want,” Jake whispers as he releases you onto the bed, looking down at you with wide and pleading eyes. You swallow thickly, suddenly lost in his gaze.
“I want,” you manage to rasp out, “I want my husband to fuck me until I forget everything but my name.”
Jake leans over you, places a jarringly chaste kiss on your lips. “And what’s your name, baby?”
“Mrs. Seresin.”
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𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧
summary: you and Tim have a strained relationship and it boils over at the scene of the crime.
warnings: Tim Rockford x Fem Reporter!Reader. hate/love fucking. pining. FILTH. rough wall sex. fingering. cream pie. THAT LEATHER HOLSTER - yeah, he makes you hold it while he fucks you. fluffy feels. no beta.
word count: 1.9k
author's note: this all happened so fast. I saw this image, almost fainted and then wrote this. enjoy!
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲
“You’ve got some nerve showing your face around here.” The handsome Detective in charge grits shooting daggers in your direction. You send him a sly grin as you lean against the doorframe of the enormous library and scene of the scandalous crime.
“I read what you said about me. About my competency.” Tim seethes. “You think I’m in over my head. That I’ve got no fuckin-” He cuts himself off before his anger gets the best of him and takes a deep breath.
You scan the massive shelves as you walk into the impressive room, dragging your fingers along the spines as Tim follows your every move. He’s raging beneath the surface. His leather holstered shoulders rise and fall heavily with each breath, all because of your article in the local paper.
“Awe, did I strike a nerve?” You jab, showing off your pearly whites with a smug grin. You honestly didn’t think it’d matter to him but maybe you were on to something after all.
“So, have you found any clues then?” You ask, edging closer to the chalk outline of the recently deceased. Yellow tape cuts off your quest for a closer look, but you mentally note the markers around it.
“It’s time to go.” The burly detective grunts as he curls a hand around your upper arm and drags you across the room.
“Come on, Tim.” You argue with a soft sigh. No matter how hard you tried to free yourself his hold wouldn’t budge. “I was only doing my job.”
He stops in his tracks and turns on his heel standing over you with a feral gaze. Your belly swells with hot arousal from being so close to the stoic man. His size overwhelms you as he squares off his shoulders turning him into a brick wall. The grip on your arm locks ever tighter leaving you no chance to run.
“Doing your job? Really?” His lips curl into a snarl. “Could’ve fooled me. I think you get off on ruining people’s lives.”
“Fuck you.” You bite, poking his white button up chest. “I am doing my job. I’m just as invested in this case as you. We all want to know what happened.”
His eyes soften for a moment as your anger crests. Remorse balances on his tongue when tears prick your eyes. The chaotic relationship you two danced around for the last few years always beguiled him. No one has ever gotten under his skin quite like you.
You shove at his chest yearning to break free from the intense moment as bitterness laced with heavy desire consumes you. The throbbing between your legs has you close to whimpering and you can’t have him knowing the effect he’s had on you despite your long held affection for the older Detective.
He easily thwarts your escape by locking his free hand around your other arm and tugging you into his solid frame. “We’re not done yet. You can’t run from this.”
You close your eyes and will the burning torture away as your breasts press against the crisp white linen of his shirt. Your hands inadvertently smooth over his strong chest before a gasp tears from your throat when your fingers brush the straps of his holster.
His brows quirk at your response from touching the leather. “Look at me.” Tim gently commands. You shake your head and bite your lip too afraid that’ll give your feelings away.
He gives your body a slight shake, showing off his strength. “Open those pretty eyes now or I’m bending you over the nearest object and spanking your ass until you’re screaming.”
A needy mewl slips from your tongue at his sinful threat and you finally open your eyes.
“Thatta girl.” His wild, deep mocha eyes are tinged with slight softness as he slowly traces his thumb over your bottom lip. You purse your lips and kitten lick the pad making you both moan in unison.
He tests the waters and slips the thick digit into your mouth. Your eyes flutter closed as you suck on his thumb with a purr and lave the salty skin.
“All this time we could’ve been hate fucking. Such a waste.” He muses with a deep groan that makes your cunt clench. “You gonna be good and let me fuck my cock into that sweet pussy? Or are you gonna be a brat?”
The terse tone makes your cunt quiver and you moan unabashedly around his thumb like a writhing whore.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” His lips pull into a grin as he slips his thumb from your mouth only to shove your body into the nearest wall.
Air is forced from your lungs as your back hits the rich mahogany. You shudder along with the books on the shelves as he stalks toward you with ravenous energy. He smothers your lips and body with his own, pressing you cruelly into the hard wall.
He licks into your mouth with hot, heavy swipes and his mustache tickles your lips leaving you a moaning, wanting mess. Teeth clash as each kiss deepens more than the last. Large hands descend your body and weighty palms drag over your breasts, shoving the thin material of your dress down and exposing your soft globes before giving each a rough grasp that sucks the air from your lungs.
Tim smooths around the curve of your hips and settles his hold on your panty covered ass making you grind against his growing bulge.
He breaks the violent kiss with a heavy huff but smiles when you instinctively try to follow his lips.
“Grab ahold, Sweetheart.” Tim nods toward his right shoulder with a smirk.
Your brows pinch together in slight shame. He found one of your weaknesses.
That damn holster.
The man always looked good. Dressed to the nines in his suits. However, when he donned the shoulder holster without his suit coat all coherent thought went out the window.
“Go on. I know you want to.” He chides.
You teethe your bottom lip as you slide your fingers along the strap. The warm leather is butter soft under your fingers and it’s just like you imagined. Your belly swirls with nervous energy as you grab each strap and meet his frenzied stare.
“I’d hold on tight.”
A strong, nimble hand dives between your thighs and forces your legs apart. He rubs your panty covered core making your eyes roll back and grasp the holster hard.
He tuts. “You’ve soaked through your panties. Naughty girl.”A finger hooks under the sticky material and pulls it to the side before he deftly teases your drenched folds.
Tim watches your features twist from his torture, loving every single one of them as he learns what takes you apart. Your heart thumps against your ribs as he glides a heavy thumb over your swollen clit and elicits frantic mewls from your feverish form.
“Is that what you needed? Hmm?” His brows meet his hairline as he slightly mocks you but you couldn’t care less as the pleasure builds brighter and brighter.
He presses two thick fingers into your searing heat and groans as your body widens around his digits. Your cunt drools as he thrusts his fingers steadily and smacks his palm into your aching clit. Your hands tug anxiously on the holster for support when he grazes that serene spot that always left you breathless.
“Shit-” A cavernous groan rises from his chest when he feels the pulse in your cunt quicken. He fights past your tight opening as your walls begin to shudder and clench down, ready to drown him in your arousal.
Just like hot coals doused in water, your orgasm is stamped out when he rips his fingers from your warmth. You want to cry as he leaves you a withering mess while he shoves his fingers in his mouth and tastes you for the first time.
“You’re only coming on my cock.” A desperate groan rumbles from his throat as he tastes your sweet slick. His eyes flash a wolfish black when you mewl and grind your throbbing core against his own aching cock.
“This what you want, Sweetheart?” In a flash, he unbuttons his slacks and pulls out his swollen, girthy cock that’s leaking from its bulbous tip.“You need my cock to fill you up? Keep you from being a brat and getting on my nerves?”
“Yes, please.” You whine and tug the holster bringing his lips to yours in a delirious kiss. He holds one of your legs around his hip and taps his meaty length against your shiny folds as he holds your panties to the side and smears his pre cum all over your puffy center making you hiss.
He tips your chin with his slick stained fingers before curling it around the back of your neck forcing you to look at him. “I’m going to ruin you.”
Your head hits the back of the wall as he plunges his cock into your core in one long, unending thrust. He barely gives you time to breathe as he cants his hips and rapidly drives his length between your soaked folds. Your channel convulses with each brutal shove as he fucks you into the wall forcing you to the edge in record time.
“That sweet pussy wants to cum. She’s practically drooling down my balls, she needs it so bad.” He taunts making your insides flip.
“Please, Tim! Please! I need-” You beg with tears in your eyes as your velvet walls flutter from the rough treatment as he opens you up with his cock.
“Shh. Shh. I’ve got you, Sweetheart.” He slips the hand from behind your neck under your other leg and easily lifts your shaking frame with his strong arms. He settles your ass in his large palms and pins you under him. The stretch is obscene as he shoves every inch of his length in your tight hole and his crown cruelly kisses your cervix.
“Want to feel you come around me as I fill this cunt to the brim.”
He nails you to the wall with heavy, pounding thrusts that drag sinfully along your channel. The unyielding movement rattles your bones making you fight to hold onto the sweaty leather still in your grasp.
You can barely breathe as he wickedly grinds his pelvis into your clit forcing a strangled noise from your throat. He stokes the flames in your gut to rise and rise until you explode.
“Come on. That’s it. Let me feel you.” He commands, sinking his cock even deeper.
Your mouth goes slack as every muscle in your body tenses. Your shouts of bliss echo off the walls as you drag Tim over the edge. He grunts like an animal as your cunt spasms and locks around his girth and milks his balls. His heels leave the ground as he pumps you full, never leaving your warmth for a second as he fucks his seed into your cunt like it’s the last act he’ll ever do.
The tension that used to settle around the two of you like a heavy blanket is no longer. Tim gently cradles your face in his palm and kisses you so softly you’d think you were made of glass. Tenderness pours from his lips and drowns you in affection.
Your hands finally detach from his holster as he carefully sets you back on solid ground before tucking himself back into his slacks.
You share a knowing look that things would be different now as he reaches for your hand and interlocks your fingers.
He walks you over to the scene of the crime and points to the mantle above the fireplace. “See the candlestick? That’s the murder weapon. Happy now?”
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Jealous Bird (Smut)
Jealous! Hawks x Reader
Warnings: sexual themes, strong language, feral Hawks, rut, unprotected sex, and a jealous birb, 18+ only please! :D
If you’d like the fluff version and not the smut, you can go here! ➪ Fluff <3
“Mornin’ chicken wing. What’re we doin’ for breakfast? I paid last time so this is allll on you.” Hawks sent a playful wink towards you as he landed beside you from his previous place in the air, holding his hand up and rubbing his index and thumb together as a sign he wanted you to pay. You rolled your eyes and rose your hand, mocking him. “Don’t forget who spent hours doing YOUR paperwork because a certain birdbrain was too lazy to do it.” Hawks held up his hands in defeat and slumped over, sticking out his bottom lip, over exaggerating his facial expressions. He whined and let his wings droop. “C’mon just one more time? Pretty please with your favorite pretty bird on top?”
“Stop dragging your wings, you’re gonna get them dirty.” You scolded and pat his back, slightly feeling how tense his shoulder were. You were about to offer to give him a massage later, not wanting your friend to have to sleep tonight with stiff muscles until you noticed something. His wings were almost glowing a whole new shade now. Such a vibrant and beautiful color. It was then realizing how close you were that you could hear a faint cooing bubbling from his throat. “...? The fuck are you doing Hawks?” He looked over confused and tilted his head. You grumbled at his lack of knowing exactly what he was doing. “Do you even have complete control over your body? You don’t even realize you’re whistling and cooing like some pigeon.”
You completely missed the pissed off look that crossed his face at your comment. He plastered on a cheeky smile and put his hands behind his back, picking his wings off the ground and tucking them firmly behind his back. “Nah, sometimes my bird-side comes out, especially during spring. God I go fuckin’ crazy. Sometimes it’s early and I have to take a whole week off a work!” You looked up to a couple trees you both passed while you were walking to your usual breakfast place, KFC —Although you always debate you want to go somewhere else. It was late winter, very close to spring, about March. You never kept up with the date. “Why do you take a whole week off?”
“People with animal quirks like me would understand. Just like Mirko! Haha, I’m sure she’s the worst right now bein’ it’s early March!” He laughed and put his hands out, his hands snaking into his pockets to firmly stick there. You pouted, wanting to know exactly what Hawks was talking about. You told Hawks everything, but he didn’t give you the same treatment. “I’ll just ask Mirko later then if you refuse to tell me.” Hawks quickly wagged his finger side to side in front of your face, his other hand being placed on his hip now. You were familiar with his body language and how much he loved using his hands. “Nah ah, chicken wing. You do that and she’s gonna pounce on you. You won’t see light for days!”
“Mirko has accidentally jumped on me before, it’s not like we haven’t sparred before! I can withstand some punches and kicks!” Hawks sulked again, his hands digging back into his pockets, displaying his annoyance that you weren’t listening to him. He just looked away and shrugged his shoulders back. “Just trust me, kiddo. It’d be for the best you didn’ see Mirko, especially at a time like this. I know how she feels.” You were starting to get irritated at his lack of response to your question, only dodging it and making you sit in suspense. Finally you gave up and decided to bring it back up later. “I’m just gonna stop asking, you’re obviously not gonna answer me are you?”
“Haha! Nope! You know me too well, (Y/N).” You both arrived at KFC, immediately greeted by the manager and many of Hawks’ fans who knew he came there a lot. Many asked for his autograph or a selfie, but he refused politely. “I’ll do some after I get some chicken! I’m starved!” Super fans offered to even pay for his food, to which he declined, saying that you were kind enough to have already offered to pay for his food. A total fat lie! He begged you to pay! You sent him a glare and proceeded just to order both your meals while Hawks spoke with his fans. “Well, guess I can start now! Who’s first?” After he saw you were paying and ordering, he began to sign autographs and take selfies that would no doubt be on social media in minutes.
“Man! I sure do have a lot of supportive and loyal fans! Must suck never bein’ noticed.” Hawks passively insulted your rank as a pro hero by taking a jab at your ranking. You were somewhere in the mid thirties. Not popular at all, especially in this part of Japan where Hawks was born. “At least I have fans who aren’t thirsty for me! Getting all wet and horny at night thinking of their hero Hawks taking them from behind~” You smirked and rose your hands shrugging your shoulders, before hugging yourself. You bit your lip, closing your eyes and squirming with a dreamy smile, mocking his thirsty fan girls. “Oh Hawks! Please I’ll do anything for you! Take me! Oh please fuck my sopping pussy with your big fat cock til I can’t move anymore! Mm! Cum inside me! Let me bare your kids!
You didn’t notice the way his wings trembled and his face reddened, his avian eyes widening as he watched you speak so lewdly. He shook it off quickly before he got out of control and leaned forward towards you smirking. “At least I have fans thirstin’ for my cock~ haven’t heard of anyone wantin’ your boring ass!” He gave a closed eye smile and brought his hands up to give you a big fat thumbs down. Your eye twitched and you remained silent, not having a comment. That was until you remembered a villain hitting on you not too long ago. “Well at least I’ve had a villain fawn over me! I can still remember it clearly! ‘Oh fuck, I would turn good to get a piece of that ass!’”
This time you noticed how his brows furrowed, and his wings fluffed up, almost as if he just had a whole shiver rake through his body. “When was this?” He asked, his head now resting in his right hand, staring intently. You thought about it for a minute, before taking a wild guess. “Ehh, about like a couple months ago.” This only put him in a more sour mood. You didn’t understand why he was acting so strange. Maybe it was what you talked about? Obviously you’d never talked about anything sexual with Hawks, but on the topic of thirty fans aching for him, you wanted to make jokes since he was always mocking you and making sly insults. “Sorry... I didn’t mean to make things awkward.”
“Nah, it’s fine. It’s not your fault. Well... it kinda is.” He admitted afterwards and smirked at you teasingly as if you would already know it was your fault. You frowned, about to open your mouth again before they called your number to get your food. You sighed and stood from your seat, walking over to the counter and retrieving the food, however, you were stopped by a man. He was young, about nineteen or twenty, quite handsome. “Excuse me miss, this may sound really straightforward and all but, you’re really pretty, and I was wondering if I could get your number?” You blushed a bit and looked away. You were a bit weary, but decided anyways. “I-I don’t know... I guess so. You seem nice. It’s-“
“Hey there, you gotta hobby of stealin’ other people’s things?” A gloved band came in contact with your shoulder, and a large shadow cast over you and the man in front of you. The man gasped in amazement at seeing the number two pro hero standing before him, it would’ve been a better experience if Hawks wasn’t threatening him with his looks and smart-ass remarks. “Huh? Oh! S-Sorry I didn’t-“ Hawks rudely interrupted the man, his gloved hand squeezing harder. His smile was obviously forced, and his feathers were starting to fluff up every second that past he stood in front of this guy. “Eh don’t worry about, you didn’ know. Now that ya do, don’t come near her again, Kay?”
And in the blink of an eye, Hawks pulled you away and out of the fast food restaurant. He aggressively pulled out the food and shoved yours against your chest, unwrapping his quickly and munching on it. “What the hell Hawks?! That was a bit much! He was being nice! It’s not like we’re dating or anything...” You trailed off, watching his wings twitch and fluff. You had noticed his strange behavior for a couple days now. His feathers would fluff up every now and again —you had no idea why— especially near men. “You should be thankin’ me chicken wing. I just saved you from a world of heartbreak.”
“That’s not your place to decide, Hawks. I don’t intervene when women ask for your phone number.” You crossed yours arms and turned your nose up at his childish behavior. He didn’t respond, finishing his breakfast and throwing away his trash in a nearby can. His hands slipping back into his pockets, displaying that he was closing himself off from you now. Of course, you began to become irritated at his lack of voice, but you decided to let it go and not pressure him further. “You’ve been acting weird lately ya know? I’m getting worried...”
“Don’t worry about it, I’m fine.” Oh how you hated his emotionless voice, so bland and robotic, it honestly pained you. His eyes were sharp, quick to notice your saddened expression. Hawks sighed heavily and stuck his bottom lip out, wrapping his arm around your arms and pulling you close to him. “I’m one of the top five pros, you don’ gotta worry about me, chicken wing. Cheer up.” You smiled and shoved him off, only a bit happy his cocky and arrogant behavior had returned. The Hawks you knew and cherished. “You know, I hate you sometimes, but I can’t help but love you at the same time.”
“Who doesn’t love me? The sexiest bird-man around.” He smirked and gave you a flirtatious look, a small sound bubbling from his throat similar to a whistle. You returned his smirk with a teasing smile. You were almost immune to his flirty charm, key-word; almost. Hawks was definitely an attractive man. Those piercing eyes with dark markings around them, only making the color pop and glow. His messy hair swept back and disheveled. Let’s not forget about those bushy eyebrows of his, they almost look like feathers from his wings, only a beautiful ashy blonde color just like his hair. You could probably do without his egotistical attitude and vulgar tongue, but that was still all part of his charm. “Move!”
You were surprised by Hawks suddenly grabbing you and jerking you out of the way of an attack from a villain. You were right there in his chest, feeling his warmth, hearing the harsh thumping of his heart at the thought of almost losing you. Before he had a chance to say what he wanted. “Well there goes our leisurely patrol. And more paper work on our desks.” Hawks grunted in annoyance and took to the air. You finally regained your composure and got into your fighting stance. “Ready to kick some ass Hawks?! Whoever lands the final blow is treated to lunch!”
“Heh, you don’t stand a chance! Show me whatcha got!”
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“Thanks Edgeshot... I totally owe you one.” You scratched their back of your neck with an awkward smile as you stood in front of the current number four hero. While Hawks was on the assault, eager to show off and boost his already high ego, you tried to get a sneak attack in, but the villain noticed you. They were about to attack you, before Edgeshot came and got you out of the way. Hawks didn’t take this too well. He became angry immediately and finished off the villain in a matter of seconds. “No thanks necessary, (H/N). I was just doing my job.” You hated being in debt to someone more than anything, so you quickly threw out an offer.
“Please! Let me take you out for drinks! Honestly! I’ve gotta do something! I-“ Suddenly a large shadow cast over you for the second time that day. You turned around and shrunk down noticing Hawks’ wings spread wide, fluffed to the brim and shaking in anger. His face was red and his eyes were narrowed at Edgeshot. He was angry at himself for not being able to protect you himself, and at Edgeshot for rescuing you and holding you close. That was supposed to be him. “H-Hawks? What’s wron-“ Edgeshot was the one who answered your main question earlier before Hawks could even get another word out. The answer shocked you to your core, finally understand why he was acting so weird.
“He’s showing his dominance, and in a public place no less, how careless.” You looked at the ninja hero confused before you turned your attention back to Hawks. Dominance? His wings were such a beautiful vibrant color now. A shade of red you’d never seen them before on him. A sudden flash captured your eyes, taking your attention away from his beautiful wings. The media was eating this up. Soon it would reach the Hero Public Safety Commission and the president would not like this one bit. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). But I’m impatient, I can’t wait any longer.” Your eyes widened as your attention was fully back on Hawks now. You opened your mouth about to ask what he meant, but something was preventing you from doing so.
Hawks’ lips were firmly placed upon your own, his bright red rings wrapping around the both of you to shield you from any watchful eyes wanting to take a peek at you. His lips were soft, his hands finding themselves on your waist, pulling you flush against his body. You were shocked, your eyes wide, heart hammering wildly out of your chest at the sudden action. Slowly, you began to kiss him back, falling victim to his charm and passionate ways. He was quickly heating up the kiss, but you placed your hands on his chest firmly, pushing him away just enough to separate your lips. He was chasing your lips, desperate to get another kiss. “Hawks what-“
“I’m tired of waiting. I can’t fucking hold it in any longer. I know I’m impatient, but you make it so fucking hard to hold back sometimes.” You opened your mouth about to question, but the only thing that came from your mouth was a terrified scream having Hawks launch you both into the air and fly quickly through the skies. You held onto him for dear life, screaming at him to put you down. You nearly hugged the ground when Hawks reached a luxury penthouse apartment. “What the hells the matter with y- mmm!” He forced his lips onto you quickly, roughly grabbing your body and pulling you against him. His wings still outstretched and flapping slightly.
His feathers went to open the sliding glass door, pushing you inside while still having your lips firmly connected. He was hungry, eating your mouth like it was the only thing he’d had in years. His tongue forced its way passed your lips, dominating the inside of your mouth with his fiery passion. Your hands clawed at his fluffy tan jacket, pulling him closer, your body now aching to be touched more by him. He was just so intoxicating. It was starting to get hard to breath after a while, and you tried to pull yourself away, but he moved with you, keeping your lips firmly together. He only parted away to growl out an order to you. “Breath through your nose.”
His hands were on you again, thick gloved hands trailing down your waist to grab a handful of your tasty ass. A squeak flew out of your lips, allowing him deeper access to your mouth than he already had. You couldn’t deny the dampness beginning to build down there. Your panties were now wet with your slick, making you slightly uncomfortable with the way the damp fabric rubbing against your folds. “God.” He breathed against your lips, not even giving you a second to catch your breath before he was on you again. His hands quickly got towork on getting your shirt off. “I can smell your fuckin’ arousal. Fuck it’s intoxicating. You drive me fucking crazy!”
“H-Hawks! W-Wait!” You voiced your want to stop and talk whatever he was feeling out, but just seeing that lustful passionate look in his eyes, it was a lost cause. His pupils were blown with lust, his breathing heavy and ragged, desperate to start touching you again. “It’s your fault... all your fuckin’ fault it came early. Now be a good baby bird and take responsibility.” You didn’t have time to refuse before he was on you again, his lips finding their way harshly to your neck, his teeth lightly biting. You jerked your head to the side, moaning softly at the feeling of his canines digging into your skin. Your heart was hammering harshly against your chest feeling his thick glove drift up your shirt, roughly grabbing your boobs, groaning at the squishy feeling in his hands. “I didn’ want you to see me like this... but after all the shit that’s happened today... I can’t hold back. Not anymore. That was out the door whenever you started mocking my thirty fans.”
He pulled your shirt over your head quickly, pushing you back into his couch while his hands grabbed your waist, his tongue sliding across the top of your breasts. A shiver raked through your body, low pants leaving your mouth as you watched his mouth move lower. In a flash of red, a feather came up and sliced your bra open, being the impatient man he is, he didn’t want to struggle with getting it off you just to see those perky nips of yours. You were quick to cover yourself, too embarrassed showing your best friend your body like that. It’s not like you would ever look at each other the same after this. A strong grip enclosed around your wrists, Hawks grabbing your wrists and pinning them by your sides.
“H-Hawks...” Your breathy whisper of his name drove him almost mad. He breathed onto one of your nipples, hot breath fanning over the entirety of your perky buds. You squirmed in discomfort and whimpered, your body betraying your mind, desperately wanting his mouth on you. “Hah... I knew you wanted me just as much as I fucking wanted you. How long, how long have you wanted me? Tell me. Tell me how much you crave me right now, ‘cause I can’t get enough!” He drew out the flat of his tongue, running it over your nipple, all while his golden eyes stared right at you expressions. Your legs clinched together tightly feeling a tingling sensation spread from his lick. “Hawks no, mmm~ you cant...”
“I can, and I will, you’re mine, and I’m not lettin’ you out of my apartment until I’ve marked you as mine, and you’ve got so much fucking cum inside you that you’ll already look pregnant.” Your eyes widened and you jerked away from him. Pregnant?! Was he out of his mind?! You weren’t even dating yet! Sure you’ve had feelings for him for a long time now but this was all moving too fast! “What did you expect? I’m gonna breed you so fuckin’ good. So fucking good. You won’t be able to think about anyone else but me.” Now it all clicked. What he said earlier, how he was acting now. Why hadn’t you noticed it sooner? He practically told you everything this morning, you were just too stupid to consider it.
Mating season.
That’s why his feathers had been brighter, the cooing and whistling coming from his throat. The displays of dominance to other men who you conversed with. Courting traits for a male trying to attract a female. You weren’t dumb, animals mated to do one thing, and one thing only. Reproduce. Their instinct immediately is to find a female and mate with them, reproduce and leave. However, this wasn’t always the case in some. “Fuck, you smell so damn good down here. Your pussy’s so wet for me already. And I haven’t even done anything, yet. Looks like you’ve become a thirsty fan, huh? Wanting my cum deep inside you and gettin’ wet while I manhandle you? Fuck, you’re so damn sexy.”
“Hawks m-more~” You were hesitant to ask him for more, worrying for your poor body and your sensitive heart. Only sensitive for him. You accepted your feelings for him, struggling to voice your new found notion to him. He growled lowly in response to your request, hands hastily pulling your pants off in one fell swoop. He was absolutely feral. “I wanna eat you out so fuckin’ bad. Your sweet pussy, sopping snd beggin’ to be stuffed, fuck.” He has a particularly vulgar tongue most of the time, but never like this. He always expressed how hard it was for him to hold back, but this was a completely different side of him you’d never seen. It was like he was feral. A complete animal. “Oh, I’m gonna tongue fuck the shit out of you. You’ll cum all over my tongue, just like how you’re gonna squirt all over my cock.”
He stood up quickly, his feathers dispersing to shrug his jacket off before he pulled his tight shirt over his head. Just like that his wings came back to life, flapping slightly as a readjustment. His gloves were removed as well, now you could feel his bare hands roaming over your exposed body. He dropped to his knees, spreading your legs and putting your inner thighs around his head, but not too tight. He approached your entrance, a damp spot clearly evident on your fabric panties. His fingertips dug into your thighs, pushing his face flush against your panties. He let out a breathy moan against your wet folds protected by your panties, subconsciously humping the couch for even the slightly bit of pressure against his hard cock.
“Hah, fuuuuck. I’m so horny, everything’s so hot. Let’s get these cute little panties off. Don’t wanna rip ‘em now. Need something to hold my cum inside your pretty pussy so you bare my kids.” Hawks grabbed your panties and pulled them down your legs and onto the floor. He kneeled on his knees in front of the couch, his head between your legs, your feet propped against the coffee table, and your hands gripping the couch anywhere you could, desperately wanting to grab his messy hair. “Oh god...” He moaned at the sight of your sopping pussy, your slick slowly dripping onto the couch much to your embarrassment.
“D-Don’t stare dumba- H-Hawks!” You cried out his name in surprise once he drove his face deep into your crotch. His nose firmly pressed against your sensitive clit, his tongue diving deep into your cunt without warning. Your hands dove straight to his hair, pulling at his blonde locks trying to keep yourself composed from his pleasure. “Oh fuck! Oh Hawks! Sh-Shit! Mmm baby yes~” Your head was spinning, his teeth lightly pressing against yours folds. It didn’t help anything with all of the lewd smacking and slurping of his tongue eating you out so damn good. “Ahh! N-No Wait! Your tongue! It’s so... Ngh! Deep!”
“Keep moaning for me, just like that. Moan for me and don’t you dare fuckin’ stop.” The vibrations of his lips against your sensitive pussy cause you to flinch and squirm against his sinful touch, fingers pulling at his hair harder. An unexpected groan escaped his lips as he went back to work, tongue swirling and digging around, searching for that one spot that would make your world come undone. You continued to moan and call out his name, instinctively pushing his head deeper. His movements were quick and sloppy, savoring every lick of your delicious fluids, groaning lewdly against your pussy’s lips once he found that spot. “Oh fuck! Right there! Mm~! More! Please a-again!”
He ruthlessly began to abuse that spot, pushing his tongue harshly against it and attempting to massage it. His fingers poked and prodded at your insides, pushing his fingers past and replacing his tongue with those long slim fingers of his. Your head was now thrown back against the couch, releasing his hair and clawing at the couch for dear life, desperately clinging to anything you could grab. You moaned at the foreign feeling, forgetting what if even felt like to have sex. You had a fleeting experience in your last year of high school, but that was it. One time thing. Now here you are doing it again, with your best friend no less, or were you even friends anymore? His fingers worked on making sure you were prepared for him. You were enjoying yourself, being pleasured by the man you’ve hidden your feelings from for years. Him however...
His cheeks were dusted pink, sweat trickling down his forehead with some of his curly blonde locks sticking to his face. His breathing was ragged, heavy and stuttered with a thick sense of desire behind it. His wings were quivering, the color so vibrant it could rival a neon sign. Now you didn’t know much about their nature, but you could tell just by looking at his wings that he was very excited and desperate. “Gotta get you nice and prepared for me right, chicken wing? Gotta get you ready to take my fat cock.” His lewd words made your world just so much hotter. You could feel your arousal leaking down your pussy to your puckered hole and down onto Hawks’ expensive couch. “Ahh! St-Stop! I’m-Im gonna cum! Oh god I’m gonna cum!”
He jerked his fingers out quickly, grunting in the process as he lustfully stared at his fingers coated in your juices. He breathed out a moan while he kicked away all your juices, growling lowly in possessiveness. “Sorry chicken wing but... I want you to cum on my cock. I want to feel you clampin’ down on me, cumming so hard you faint. Screaming my name at the top of your lungs so that everyone knows that you’re mine! All fuckin’ mine.” Your eyes widened seeing him sit up more, pushing his pants down the rest of the way before kicking them off, leaving him in only his red boxers. His arousal was definitively clear, noticing how the head of his cock peeked out from the waistband, leaking pre-cum, tip red and aching. The sight was undeniable steamy, your legs clenching together with your thighs slowly rubbing together. “That’s right baby. Already thirstin’ for my cock, aren’t you? Fuckin’ slut. My slut. Hah... fuck I gotta be inside you.”
He pushed his boxers down, revealing his aching hard-on. Balls lulling down, full of cum, ready to be emptied out inside of your tight pussy. Without thinking, you sat up slowly coming close to his erection. You could smell his heavily masculine and musky scent from where you were, but you needed more of him. You sadly didn’t get far before he grabbed your head and pushed you back. “Nah ah, baby. Not today. I’m too fuckin’ horny and desperate to let you suck my cock today. Next time.” Next time? There was going to be a next time? Your heart hammered harshly knowing your long time friend and crush planned on doing all of this again with you. “Hang on tight, dove. It’s gonna be a long bumpy ride.”
“W-Wait!” You watched in worry as Hawks pinned you down, spreading your legs and positioning himself. You hadn’t taken him seriously, but now you regret it. “P-Protecti- Ahn~!” You couldn’t even protest once he pushed himself inside, moaning loudly at the sinful heat that engulfed his cock, heating up his entire body more than it already was. His wings flapped slowly, occasionally twitching as he impatiently waited for you to get used to his size. The cool breeze sorta calmed you down, taking your attention away from the pain nestled in your lower regions. “Fuck, can I move? Please, please let me move.”
Good god did he sound fucking hot begging.
“Yeah, y-you can- MMM! Fuck!” You threw your head back, pleasure spreading through your body. As soon as he heard the word “yeah” he immediately got to work on fucking your cunt until you were overflowing with his cum. You harshly bit your lip, holding in your embarrassing noises from his ears, however, he had no problem not hiding them from you. “Fuck, fuck, hah... don’t hide your moans from me. I wanna fuckin’ hear ‘em. Let everyone know who’s fucking you, who you belong to, and that you’re m-mine! Fuck!” He breathlessly moaned against your face, ramming himself into you repeatedly. Your hands were now on his back, clawing down his muscular back. He growled lowly into your ear, breathily cursing. “D-Damnit! Can’t... f-find it! Ahh... hah... fuck chicken wing, fuck yeah!”
His husky grunts were dangerously bordering animalistic. His pants were ragged, hips never faltering in movement, his wings flapping slightly and quivering every now and again. “Yeah baby? You like me fucking you? I’m gonna breed you so fuckin’ good. You’ll bare m-my clutch! You’re mine, ahhaahh! Fuck!” You were crying his name, clenching his back with your legs squeezing on either side of his waist. His cock was hammering against a bundle of nerves in your body you didn’t even know you had. “Hawks! Oh god! Please! Slow down-!” He pulled out quickly, leaving you a whimpered mess without that full feeling in your stomach. He flipped you over, hastily ramming himself back in you from behind, his wild thrusts getting harder. “Yeah, fuck yeah! There it is! Yeah! Gonna cum right in that womb if yours, you’re gonna be so round and pregnant with my kids! N-Nobody’ll ever come near you again! They’ll know you’re mine! My dove! My b-baby!”
His hot hands pushed your lower back, slamming you down against the couch and brutally fucking your tight pussy like no tomorrow, animalistic growls leaving his lips, teeth burying into your shoulder and neck. He was marking you as his. You were covered in his scent now, other men wouldn’t dare come near you now that you were filled with Hawks’ pheromones. “I’m gonna cum! Ahh! Hah! Hahn fuck I’m cumming Hawks! I’m cumming!” He rose his hand and smacked your ass harshly, the red tingling sensation spreading through your cheek. It felt so damn good. He grasped his hand over your stomach and pushed harshly. “You’re cumming, yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock? Gonna try and milk me are ya? Milk me, baby! Milk me so damn good and get every last drop of my fuckin’ cum in that ripe fertile womb of yours!”
“Hawks! Hah! Hah! Oh I’m cumming! Nhhh I’m c-cum...ming! Ahh!” You came harshly all over his still thrusting cock, your creamy juices spreading all over his cock and slipping down his balls full of his child baring cum. He didn’t stop yet, still bucking his hips through your orgasm even though you were still so sensitive. “Ohho! You’re such a good girl! So good! Fuck baby! Yeah, keep squeezin’ me! Keep fuckin’ squeezin’ meee! Agh!” He groaned deeply into your ear, desperately panting and grunting into your ear. You cried, physical tears running down your cheeks at the intensity of his brutal thrusts on your aching sore cunt. He slapped your ass again, squeezing it tightly afterwards with his nails creating crescents in your smooth skin. “F-Fuck I’m close! Yeah you want my cum? Tell me you want my cum deep inside you! C’mon baby, say it!”
“I want your cum Hawks! Mmm! Please! Please I want it! I wanna carry your kids! I want to be bred by you! Ah hahn! I can’t! Please!” You immediately regretted your words. His pace had become quicker, harsh pounds becoming desperate. You could feel his balls slapping against your inner thighs, a red itchy tingling bubbling up. His hands came around your neck, the other going to harshly rub your clit. You couldn’t contain the endless moans, cries, and screams of his name, his hero name to be precise. “Oh god! Oh my god! Feels so good! Mmm! Hawks, I-I’m gonna cum again!” He pants against your ear, snarling and growling about how good and round he’s gonna make you.
“Fuck I’m cumming! Hah, fuck!” He grunted loudly and released heavy shaky breathes, his raging hard on twitching inside your now gooey insides. You came harshly, your walls clamping down on him. He was fully embedded within you, balls pressed firmly against you, his scarlet wings twitching and flapping, stretching widely suddenly stiffening up. You could feel the warm spurts of his cum deep inside, forcing a low moan past your swollen lips. His wings happily drooped once he had finished, his head now hanging low, trying to catch his breath. “H-Hawks... I love you.” You finally admitted to him, watching intently to see his reaction to your words. He laughed huskily, his golden eyes raising back up to meet yours, still cloudy with lust. “You fuckin’ better. You’re my dove, now and forever, ya hear that? Now...”
“Let’s make sure you get pregnant.”
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Pain was the first thing you were met with the morning after your undeniably passionate night with Hawks. Feathers were scattered all over the place, large blankets thrown everywhere, and some of his clothes were thrown over you. Incredibly confused, you sat up but quickly jolted back down as a searing hot pain shot through your body from your hips. “Woah there, chicken wing! Relax, you must be in a lot of pain. I don’t blame you after the harsh fucking I put you through last night.” The man who had put you in such pain walked into the room, shirtless and only in a pair of boxers. The bed dipped slowly as he sat on the bed, handing you a cool glass of water. You painfully sat up, gently taking the glass from his rough hands, thanking him quietly. “What the hell did you do while I was out?”
The pro hero looked around the room before coming to lay eyes on you again, scratching the back of his neck with a faint blush on his cheeks. “I uh, made a nest!” He answered bashfully. It was an incredibly rare sight to see him embarrassed. Uncomfortable sometimes, but never embarrassed. You looked around the mess and raised a brow. “Nest? Why the hell did you-“ You stopped once you remembered what had happened last night between the both of you and what you had realized. You blushed and threw the covers off yourself quickly, horrified at the sticky mess dripping from your insides, still. Just how many rounds had you gone with him last night? “Hah, Sorry. I just couldn’ hold myself back. My ruts are really bad, which is why I always take a week off.”
“You didn’t have to cum inside me this much Hawks...” You said and cringed at all the fluids dripping out of your abused cunt. You didn’t notice, but his wings shivered, ruffling up a bit at the sight of your leaky pussy, until they settled down again. “It’s your fault ya know? Makin’ me so damn jealous I had to claim you for myself. Claim you before someone else took you.” Your cheeks reddened slightly, and you looked to the side, your heart racing. Of course, he could feel your sensitive heart racing, and slowly leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. Your eyes widened in surprise, melting into his sweet kiss. There was no sexual intention behind the kiss, only a reassurance that you didn’t have to worry about speaking your true feelings, that he already knew you loved him. “You’re my baby bird now. You’ve upgraded chicken wing. Congrats.”
“How many levels are there with you?” You laughed, enjoying this sweet moment with your new lover. He laughed and hopped into bed beside you, pulling you close to him in your little nest. His hands ran over your flat stomach slowly, cooing and flapping his wings lightly. “A lot more, step up your game, baby. You good though? How do you feel knowin’ you have the most popular hero’s cum inside of you. Mixin’ with all your fertile eggs to make my fuckin’ kids.” He growled possessively and wrapped his wings around you protectively, kissing your head and over your face. You couldn’t help but turn red at his words, embarrassed by how blunt he is. “Do... do you really want to have kids Hawks? I mean... we just started... d-dating...”
“Who cares the order, as long as you’re mine and that little bundle of feathers inside you is all mine, order can go fuck itself.” You rolled your eyes, flicking his arm gently. His whistling and cooing got louder the more he cuddled you, his lips peppering your face with kisses. “Ya know they already have story’s about us? They got my whole ‘top bird’ thing on video.” He seemed quite happy with it. The president of the HPSC would not be happy about this once she found out. But knowing Hawks, he couldn’t have given two fucks about it. He raised your chin, smirking smugly. “I also tweeted that we’re dating and that you’re mine, and that we’re gonna have chicks, and that all those other guys better stay away or I’ll kill ‘em.”
You rolled your eyes. “You jealous bird...”
#my hero academia#takami keigo#keigo takami x reader#takami keigo smut#hawks smut#feral hawks#mha hawks#hawks x reader#hawks x you#bnha hawks
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Ma'am have you considered writing non-quirk AU Dabi (possibly Touya...👁️👁️ Hint hint) as a dad with a baby mama he simps for?
@tobiohno and I discuss this so much... yes.... this is such a vibe
Dabi
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Well, non-quirk AU Dabi is much less ummm... HORRIBLE
He’s still kinda horrible though
He likes his kids. They’re annoying as shit sometimes, and when they piss him off, he tells them it’s not too late to put them up for adoption, but he doesn’t really mean it
At least not all the time
Ok wait rewind FULL STOP—this Dabi has tattoos instead of the scars. Sleeves on both arms, and still has the piercings
Just imagine... non-quirk Dabi (possibly Touya) doesn’t have the debilitating firepower that really messed up his body, so he’s been allowed to grow properly and be an absolute SPECIMEN of a man. Taller and more muscular and ugh lean-muscled perfect goth dad who probably wears beanies ok anyways... Basically, he’s a DILF
Just simply imagine this dad!Dabi at the grocery store showing off his tatted sleeves and all black outfit, pierced up, big metal belt, looking scary af, intimidating as hell—
But then he turns around and he’s just got his little infant baby in his arms and it’s.... so unexpected but... so cute? We stan an emo, unapproachable father with a giggling baby in his tattooed arms
It’s cute until the kid throws up on his black clothes though. Dabi throws a fit every damn time like HOW is he supposed to have any clothes if this damn kid spits up on all of them??? He’s tired of doing laundry. Baby mama can do it. He’s done
His kids will get in trouble at school because they’re absolute feral children and probably inherited Dabi’s attitude, and the teachers are like WHY? WHY ARE YALL LIKE THIS?
Dabi and his baby mama definitely get lots of calls from the school
Dabi: *shows up and calls the principal an asshole two minutes after meeting him*
The teachers: “Ah okay we see where the kids get it from now”
Dabi is a horrible influence on his kids ok
The kids definitely start cussing because of him. They accidentally repeat the stuff they’ve heard Dabi say. Like, at the dinner table, one of the kids is just, “Hey pass the salt dumbass”
Baby mama chokes but Dabi just laughs. He thinks it’s funny
Sometimes Dabi really just needs his time alone though. Like yeah his kids are funny sometimes, and bothering his baby mama when he’s bored is also fun, but damn are they a lot to deal with
Dabi can’t even take naps when he needs a fuckin break because his kid(s) will bust into the room (or learn to break in if Dabi locks it) to mess with him
Dabi also routinely calls his kids little shitheads or little assholes
Okay sorry but... his kids are sort of like an add-on. Dabi... definitely got his baby mama pregnant on accident kasjdhfakjsd
He didn’t want kids. He still doesn’t want their annoying asses <3 But... the kids were kinda cute as babies so... that’s a little uwu <3
Anyways yeah Dabi and his baby mama...
Dabi’s way of simping for his girl is just annoying her as much as humanly possible because he likes it when she gets all mad
He likes pinching her ass/feeling her up from behind when she’s trying to wash the dishes. She can’t get anything done in the house, he does not leave her the fuck ALONE
He does think it’s kinda hot that she’s mother to his kids though, despite his mixed feelings about the little brats. But she’s such a MILF and he loves that shit
Dabi can be a nice domestic boo at times, like, cleaning up the house when he can tell his baby mama is too exhausted to even lift a finger (he definitely forces the kids to help him too)
They do their morning routines together <3 so domestic <3 THEY TAKE SHOWERS TOGETHER <3 he washes his baby mama’s hair in the shower, gives her a nice body wash ugh.... this AU Dabi is such a mood
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Does anyone remeber that one tumblr post about mushrooms? The "you can't kill me in any way that matters"? Anyways, just having c!Dream in prison thoughts where people want to kill him bc of the revive book. Have a good day and I love your writing!!
hehe this was fun! have this short thing -> it’s kinda a mess, and kinda half-crack half-something that could actually be fun, and well uh. c!sam and c!quackity might be a little screwed.
tw: torture, death, blood, injuries, possession, disturbing imagery, dark content, dark imagery, violence, prison arc/pandora’s vault
Quackity snarls, pushing forward - Dream’s pinned between him and an obsidian wall of the cell, glaring into his eyes, eyebrows furrowed in anger as he snaps uselessly at him, almost feral. His eyes glint unnaturally, glowing a bright, neon green under the light of the lava, and he stifles a shiver. His hands slip over wood, struggle to grip against the handle of the axe that he’s plunged in the middle of the other’s chest.
“Say hi to God for me,” he forces himself to smile, hold the gaze of the other man who is still glaring at him angrily as if there’s not a netherite blade sticking out of his ribs, “you fuckin’ piece of shit.”
He waits - it should only be so long before the light in the other’s eyes fade, and he has to time his healing pot right if he doesn’t want to lose the revive book knowledge forever, but instead of falling, dying, Dream’s lips quirk up. It takes a moment for him to even realize what’s happening, see that the other’s teeth are bared at him in a bloodstained smile.
“Can you feel your heart burning?” Dream’s voice is a sibilant warble, piercing as his glowing green eyes, crawling under his skin and making his grip loosen on the axe he’s held between them - Quackity freezes.“Can you feel the struggle within?”
That isn’t Dream’s voice.
“Who- who the fuck are you?”
Dream- not-Dream- laughs, his eyes lightening from that burning, toxic green to a blinding gold, seemingly holding himself taller despite his numerous injuries, despite the gaping wound carved in the middle of his chest. “The fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make,” He leans in closer, his voice more distorted with every word, echoing in on itself and pitching lower, raspier, “You cannot kill me in any way that matters.”
“I’m- I’m not fucking scared of you-”
“Really?” Dream smiles wider - had his teeth always been that sharp? “Let’s see about that, shall we?”
“Sam- SAM!” Quackity steps back, bloodstained hands struggling to grip onto the sides of his communicator, ignoring the axe he left still hanging from the bleeding wound in the other’s chest, “Sam, get me out, Sam get me out-”
“Quackity? What?-”
Dream is laughing, steadily stalking forward, humming Quackity’s name as the awful, hissing whispers in his voice grow louder, filling Quackity’s ears like static - for a moment, a flashing symbol seems to glow gold over the other’s face - XD. “SAM GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE-”
The harming potion splashes, and he’s yanked to awareness on the other side of the lava curtain. Sam’s standing in front of him, a worried look in his eye, and Quackity struggles to slow his racing heart.
“Big Q- what happened in there?”
“Close down the prison,” Quackity curses, stumbling to his feet and ignoring Sam’s flurry of questions at his words. “Whoever- whatever’s in there?”
“That’s not Dream.”
#tw torture#tw death#tw blood#tw dark content#tw disturbing imagery#tw dark imagery#tw injuries#tw possession#tw violence#prison arc#pandora's vault#queue <3#my writing :D#my asks !!
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lust & love & light rain || toshinori yagi.
* pairing: toshinori yagi (all might) x fem!reader
* genre: smut, pwp, fluff, dating au
* words: 2,758
* warnings: aNd hE waS hiT bY a QuiRk trope, brief inference of pillow humping, safeword system in place but not used, dom!toshinori, sub!reader, cunnilingus, creampie, unprotected sex (use protection irl !!), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, degradation, daddy kink, praise kink, aftercare!!, mention of painkillers
* original request from toishi: plz all might big pp
* a/n: yes all might big pp. birthday gift to @toishi! sorry kiri and kenma. here’s an indulgent all might pwp. enjoy!
something is off with toshinori as he enters your shared home. there's something you can feel in your gut as his bangs drape over the sides of his face, their golden color dulled; you can barely see his eyes, and under the shadows of his face, they're a diminished sky blue. the light is gone, as if the sun was obscured by an endless sea of clouds. his expression is dark, as if holding something in, and his shoulders slump with the burden of a hero's work.
"t-toshinori?" you ask as he shuffles his shoes off. he's still in his hero costume, which is muddied and torn.
"are you hurt?" you scan his body, checking for blood stains or awkward body parts.
he grunts. no.
"toshi? what's wrong?" you're worried now - did something happen on the job? hero work was always demanding, affecting even the strongest.
"nothing," his voice is hoarse, weary. "don't worry about it." he starts to walk towards your shared bedroom. "don't-" his voice catches, "don't follow. i need to be alone." he avoids eye contact, and that's when you know something's really wrong. toshinori never, never avoids eye contact when honest. on his darkest day, he'll make sure to look you in the eye and say something - whether it be a reassurance or a confession.
like hell you won't follow him.
you let him go first to your room, so he can't stop you from following. you can hear the soft click of the door shutting, and a low shuffling in the room. you creep up to the door, listening. there's stuttered breathing - is he crying? - and a shifting of fabric. there's no lock on the door - you and toshinori never felt the need - so you slowly push the door open, one hand on the knob and the other pressed against the wood.
nothing could've prepared you for the sight in front of your eyes.
"toshi?" you breathe. your eyes linger in confusion, and your brain connects the scene.
his chest heaves, and sweat beads his forehead. his bangs hang down in front of him, slightly obscuring his face, but the rest is unmistakable. his clothing has long been abandoned on the floor, and your gaze follows lower and lower; first tracing the lines of his abs, his sharp v-line...
he catches your eye and he looks completely different. his lips are parted and his pupils are blown; gone is the blue sky his eyes, replaced by an unquenched sea. his breath shakes.
"d-don't. don't touch me, d-don't go near me. it's not safe." he seems to force the words out like bile, as if each pains him incredibly. his voice is weak. "p-please," he rasps.
"toshi? why? what's wrong?" you're confused - what's going on? his adam's apple bobs uncertainly.
your eyes search for anything, any sign of something wrong, and then they land on it. something completely overlooked before. below the smooth dips of his pelvis, below his waistband. he's hard. his thighs twitch and oh god, he's hard. his boxers seem to strain against him and there's already a wet spot forming. a pillow is squeezed in between his thighs. upon realizing what he was doing, you feel your panties dampen at the sheer desperation your boyfriend has.
toshinori takes a breath, "s-some quirk. it should blow over by tomorrow morning, s-so i can handle it." he averts his gaze and mutters, "feels like shit, though."
"toshinori, i can help you," you say, gently. "we're - y'know - dating, and it's not like we haven't-"
"i-i don't want to hurt you," he says with more conviction this time. "once i start... i don't think i'll be able to control myself."
you step towards him, and he hisses as if in pain. "please..."
"i can help, toshi. we've talked it over. i trust you, and if there's anything i can do to ease the pain..." you outstretch your hand, but he shudders away from it. you step nearer and nearer towards the man, until your legs touch the edge of the bed. from here, you can hear his shaky, heavy breaths and see the way he heaves, shoulders moving up and down. your hand first starts on his shoulder, then drags down to his abdomen, tracing the ridges of his abs. it stops just at the waistband of his boxers, tugging on it. you look up at him, but his eyes are transfixed on where your hand has stopped.
"toshinori," you say softly. "it's okay. you can have all of me, now." you watch his features carefully as his face slowly contorts into many different emotions at once.
"s-safeword?" he stutters.
"caramel," you say.
"fuck." there's a growl in his throat, and you're suddenly staring at the ceiling on your bed. his fingers find the hem of your shirt, and before he can roughly pull it off, you take it off instead. the look in his eyes tells you he'll have no regard towards your clothing for now. you can't pinpoint exactly when the shift in the air was; all you can tell is that the air hangs heavily over you. the atmosphere is completely dominated by toshinori.
your chest is now bare, goosebumps forming on the exposed skin. you're acutely aware of your breathing; keeping a steady rhythm as your chest rises and falls. your panties dampen with anticipation as quiet seconds pass. you're locked in a daze before you feel the bed dip under someone's weight.
you feel a hand tracing up your thigh, and your hairs stand on end. you dare not look at your boyfriend as he nears your so desired place. instead, you stare straight at the ceiling and keep yourself from clamping your legs shut on his hand. you don't want to provoke him while he's in such a sensitive state. his fingers reach the fabric of your panties without hesitation, and they press onto your clothed clit, challenging the wet spot to spread.
"fuckin' slut." your breath hitches at the obscenity that breaks the silence. "i've done nothing at all and you..." he chuckles darkly. "i bet this is what you've wanted the entire time, huh, dollface? i bet you wanted my thick cock to stretch your pretty little pussy for me since i came home, huh?"
you find yourself shaking your head by instinct, avoiding eye contact with toshinori.
"little girl can't even admit to it properly, huh? does she need a little help from daddy?" his finger's hooked into the waistband of your underwear, tugging the garment down. this is a completely different toshinori from the one you knew in bed. typically, he'd ease you into it, coaxing you with words, but he now has no regard towards it.
you buck into him on instinct, but you're completely pinned down. he pulls your ankles over his shoulders, leaning into your pussy and suckling like a man starved. you're completely at his mercy as you writhe in pleasure under the pro-hero, his strength completely dominating you. the pleasure is almost too much; you grasp at the bedsheets for any type of anchor as toshinori plays with your cunt unrelentlessly. you suddenly feel the sensation rising onto you all too fast, and you're unable to hold back the moans that spill from you. you clench against nothing, cum dripping from your messy cunt. your legs are tensed, and had toshinori not been holding them apart, they would've clamped down. you shudder, but his tongue still laps at your sopping core, prolonging your climax for too long.
air hits your glistening, wet folds; you can feel toshinori's gaze on your stiff bud.
"so wet," he marvels. without warning, he pushes your legs apart and wraps his lips against your clit.
"toshinori- daddy!" you cry, trying to pull his head away as the overwhelming sensation of overstimulation pours onto you. "can't!"
your legs tense so tight they could cramp, but toshinori still fervently sucks and licks your folds. you hold the bedsheets in a death grip, nails making deep indents in your palms. moans slip out one after another and your body convulses for any break.
your second orgasm crashes down on you and you wail, pain blurred with pleasure.
"daddy," your cries are weak, breaking at the tip of your tongue. he pulls back and your walls contract even more; his swollen lips shine with an unmistakable white gloss and his eyes are undoubtably feral.
he plunges into your wet hole with no problem; you've created more than enough lubricant to allow him to do so. together, his tongue and his fingers ceaselessly attack your worn pussy, unaffected by your weak cries and constant clenching. you gulp for air, panting heavily, in an attempt to get out proper words.
"beg for it." his words drip with thickened lust, like he derives some sadistic pleasure from your weakened state. he attacks once again, and allows his grip on your legs to loosen. your body has gone limp already, eyes glassy with tears.
his tongue circles your clit, prodding and abusing the swollen nub. a hand reaches out, collecting your arousal on its fingers. toshinori rubs the entrance of your slickened folds, the callouses on his fingerpads adding extra friction.
"toshi- please," you gasp. "please, i need yo-ur cock-k, now." it's torturous against his fingers, who've left you no mercy to even create a coherent thought. he grunts, and for a second you allow yourself a glimmer of hope that he'd relent; when you look down, though, it's the opposite. a sly grin tugs at toshinori's lips, and his pace slows down. his fingers thrust slowly - dare you say sloppily - into your battered cunt, wet slapping noises filling the room. the man stops a second, his knuckle brushing your clit, and he curls his fingers in one precise movement that has you shuddering under him.
your body convulses, and your face contorts into that of pure pleasure. you moan his name indignantly as your orgasm washes over you. you hadn't realized until too late what he'd done, and it was a true show of the completely power he had over your body. his lips are swollen and glisten with your cum, eyes heavy-lidded as they watch you.
you heave in breaths, head clouded with arousal and toshinori's name. you barely register that toshinori's stood up from his place at the foot of the bed and that his boxers are gone.
his erection stands against his abdomen, leaking precum. your mouth waters at the sight, but it's clear the pro-hero has no patience for that now.
"i-is this okay?" he grunts. it's clear the quirk has a strong hold on him, with the way his face holds back a grimace.
"yes." with the simple word, he's plunging into you. the stretch is one of delectable pain; it hurts, but it's addictive.
"d-daddy," you whimper as he bottoms out. it's too much; you throw an arm over your face as you squeeze your eyes shut. god, he's big, and you're not used to the sudden intrusion.
but toshinori is merciless. as soon as he hits your deepest spot, he's reeling out again. it leaves your aching pussy desperate for more, and that's what he delivers. he thrusts into you hard and fast, your thighs shaking from the impact.
and oh, does it feel so, so good. you tremble from the waves of pleasure rolling over you. you threw any self-control you might have out of the window, the room filling with your pretty moans and gasps. this only fuels toshinori more, snapping his hips vigorously against your pelvis. his fingers find your swollen clit, and the stimulation makes you jerk in his hold. he seems satisfied at the reaction - yet he doesn't stop.
"ple- ase," you gasp out, blinking through the tears.
"t-toshi, stop!" you moan as toshinori rubs quick circles on the bud.
his form towering above you is blurred, and you feel your cheeks get wet as tears drip from your eyes.
"look at my little pretty baby," he sneers. the words would've been comforting had it not been for the tone it was said. "fuckin' sobbing on my cock. is my pretty slut just that desperate?"
you shake your head rapidly. "no more, please," you wail. his pressure on your clit gets harder, as if daring you to cum.
"don't lie, baby," he coos, but it's laced with condescension. "you're fuckin' creaming around my cock already. see? you're clenching around me like the good cumslut you are. isn't that right?"
his words are muffled in your brain; you're completely enthralled by the pleasure, nearing your climax.
you grab onto toshinori's wrist with a steel grip as you cum, twitching as your cunt contracts around him incessantly. he makes a guttural noise, pupils completely blown with lust.
"almost there baby, you gonna be a good cumdump for daddy, yeah?" he affirms softly.
you aren't given time to reply as he pushes your knees to your chest, leaving yourself completely vulnerable to his ministrations. he thrusts harder and deeper, his thick member bruising your cervix. the new position allows him to deliciously hit your g-spot with precision, and your mind blanks with euphoria every time he does so.
"ah-h-! d-daddy!" you cry, putting your arms around toshinori's torso for leverage. he hisses in pain as you dug your nails into his back, your face distorting into pure ecstasy.
toshinori's lips land on yours. it's messy; a clash of tongues as he sucks your bottom lip. you're far too gone to notice the coil in your stomach snap as you cum once again, and finally, his seed is spilling into you, painting your walls white.
for a second or a minute, you stay like that. your breathing is the only sound in the room as you lay beneath the man. your head is hazy and you're overcome by the vague sensation of floating. toshinori's name is the only thing on your tongue, but you don't let it out.
"hey, baby." in your daze, you can make out toshinori's gentle voice coaxing you. "i'm gonna pull out, yeah? gonna get you all cleaned up."
you nod, wincing as he pulls out of you. everything's a blur; warm hands at your thighs and a warm, damp towel gently prodding your entrance. there's a fuzzy feeling in your mind, and your heart's aflutter. you smile at toshinori, who gives a confused but genuine smile in return. he dresses you like that, a soft smile on his face, and slips a blanket over you. he hands you a glass of water, which you take gingerly. your surroundings start to come back to you; the softness of the sheets, the love in toshinori's eyes. you take deep breaths, finishing the water.
after you regain your senses fully, he asks, "did i go too hard?"
you shake your head. "it felt good, toshi."
"does anything hurt?"
you glance down at your nether folds sheepishly. a growing feeling of soreness started to grow; not to mention your poor thighs from all the tensing and moving.
"ah," he blushes. "sorry. i, uh... i think the quirk's effect has faded now..." he chuckles nervously. "i love you?"
you pout at him, but it's impossible to stay mad at toshinori. "i love you too," you say with a sigh.
he gives you a soft peck on the lips, and tenderly thumbs your jaw. "you did so well."
the praise has you keening into his touch and you hum.
"goodnight, love."
there's a shifting of sheets behind you as your boyfriend blearily says an apology.
"g'night, toshi."
afterword:
"jesus fucking christ," you curse the next morning, attempting to get out of bed. everything is sore. "toshinori... i love you, but..."
"really, what kind of quirk was that...?" you groan, reaching for painkillers on your nightstand. you swallow them, gulping down water, and turn to toshinori. he pads down to your side of the bed, plopping next to you. he sets his chin on your shoulder as you wait for the painkillers to kick in, a mischievous glint in his eye.
he puts on his hero voice (or so you refer to it as) and says, "it's alright now!" you groan, recognizing his signature catchphrase. you expected him to pull something cheesy like this. that doesn't stop you from chiming in with him, "why? because i am here!"
what you didn't expect, however, was being carried for the rest of the morning with toshinori's strength even after your painkillers kicked in. yeah, you love him.
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Speak Easy Part 15
Dabi x Reader, Bakugo x Reader
Words : 3491
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Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together.
Words with ‘this’ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.
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Dabi was unusually clingy the first couple of days he was back. True to his word, he didn’t let you out of his sight. You needed to take a shower? He was hopping in with you. You were cooking dinner? He was right behind you bugging you to let him taste. You were working out in the gym? He was working out right next to you.
You weren’t sure what happened to him while he was away, and he refused to talk about it. You would have to remember to ask Katsuki. Katsuki never kept anything from you, especially if it had to do with Dabi.
Right now, you were in the kitchen working on dinner while he sat on the kitchen floor with Bravo trying to teach him how to bark on command.
“Okay Bravo… Talk shit.” You rolled your eyes at his dumb command. “Come on dummy… Talk Shit!”
Bravo’s tale wagged as a low hum rumbled from him.
“Say it with your chest!”
Bravo started barking and growling at Dabi. For someone who didn’t like Bravo when he first got here, they were slowly becoming buddies. Dabi was surprisingly really good with training him. You wouldn’t have thought he was patient enough to teach a puppy anything, yet here he was, sitting on the floor, having the time of his life.
You giggled has you continued to stir your noodles, “Look at my boys, finally getting along.”
Dabi growled, “Boys? No, no, no. I am a man.” He stood up and made his way to stand behind you. Arms wrapping around your middle and his chin resting on your shoulder. “I know I was gone for a while, but there’s no way you forgot who the man of the house is?”
You sighed as you turned the stove off and moved a safe distance away from it. “You know your threats are almost as empty as Bravo’s sweet little head.” His grip tightened on you and his lips found the juncture of your neck and shoulder.
“You want to elaborate there, baby?”
You sucked in a nervous breath, you missed teasing this man. He had been so soft lately, and you loved it, but you also missed his rough side. He hadn’t done anything sexual with you since he got back, and it was starting to drive you crazy. “You always say you’re going to bend me over your knee and spank me. You always say you’re going to punish me. You threaten to fuck me until I cry… You said you were going to put a baby in me…but you never follow through.” You bent your neck to give him more access. “Seems to me… you’re all bark and no bite.”
His chest rumbled as he bit into your shoulder. You cried out as his teeth sunk in and his hands slithered under your shirt. “Hmmm sounds to me like my good little girl wants to be a brat today.” His teeth nibbled on your earlobe and his fingers started to tweak your nipple. “If it’s bite you want baby, then I’ll make sure I taste every inch of you.” He roughly shoved you over the island and his hand connected with your ass cheek in a sharp slap. “I didn’t know my good girl wanted me to breed her so badly.” He slapped your other ass cheek and pulled your shorts down. “Desperate for me to own you in every single way possible.”
He bent over and bit your ass cheek. He slapped your thigh, “Open ‘em up for me baby.” Your thighs immediately parted for him. He grunted at the sight of your dripping cunt. “Mmm good giiiiirl. Already dripping for me.” Without any warning his hand found your hair and shoved himself inside of you. “You want it rough? Huh?” He thrust hard inside of you making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Use. Your. Words.” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust.
You moaned, “Yes! Yes! I want it rough. Oh GOD!” His hand tightened in your hair while the other gripped your hip hard enough to leave bruises.
You groaned loudly and pushed yourself back onto him hard. “Oh shit you really are desperate tonight!”
You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “You haven’t fucked me in over a month. Of course I’m desperate!”
Dabi stilled inside of you, making you whine. “You better watch that fucking attitude.” He bit your shoulder, “Just for that… I want you to beg for it. Beg me to fuck you.”
You tried to move your hips to fuck yourself on him, but he leaned over and put his full body weight on top of you. Trapping you on the kitchen counter. “Oh you naughty girl. I will stay balls deep in you until you beg me to move. I’m fine with you being my pretty little cock sleeve.”
You huffed in frustration as tears started to leak out of your eyes. “Please DABI! Please fuck me. Please. I missed you…”
His pace was practically feral. His strokes were long and hard and he hit that spot inside you every fucking time. He picked up one of your legs and put it on the counter and this new angle had you screaming. His hand came down in a hard slab to your ass as he continued to pound into you.
Your legs began to shake and his pace slowed. You let out a frustrated whine. “You cum when I say you get to cum. Is that understood?”
You bit your lip and nodded your head.
“Words Princess!”
“YES! I understand.”
“What do you understand?”
You took a huge breath. “I won’t cum until you say I get to cum.”
His pace picked back up, “Atta girl. Listening so well tonight.”
He yanked you up, so your back was flush against his chest. His hot fingers burned through your shirt and tore it away from your body. Still unbearably hot, those same fingers came to play with your nipples making you bite your lip to keep from screaming out.
His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, making you release it from your teeth. He held his thumb up in front of you so you could see the blood. “Hm does it feel that good? Don’t keep it in baby. You wanna scream, then fuckin scream.”
He picked you and walked over to the living room and plopped down in the recliner. He pulled you off his dick and turned you around to face him. “Now… I want you to ride me. I want to see every expression on that pretty little face, and I want to hear every single noise. I want to watch you fall apart.”
You braced yourself on his shoulders and tried to slowly lower yourself onto his dick, but he wasn’t having that. His hands found your hips and shoved you down. “Come on, don’t get shy on me now.”
He leaned forward and started leaving open mouth kisses on your neck and his hands squeezed your ass. You started to rock your hips and almost lost it at the sound of the low rumble that vibrated through his chest as you did. He was giving you control to fuck yourself at your pace. But it was such a mind fuck because you knew that even though you were on top, he would always be in control.
You rode him at a slow pace that was driving him crazy. You could feel his fingers twitch. Your legs began to shake from the exertion, and you could hear his low cocky chuckle in your ear. “Aww are you already tired?” You weren’t, but you also really wanted him to take back over. You weren’t lazy, but after a month of missing his touch, you just wanted to drown in it.
You leaned your forehead on his, “I need you to finish for me.”
He hugged you tight to him and thrust into you. “Just so we’re clear, I don’t believe for a second you’re tired. I know you’ve been in the gym every fucking day since I’ve been gone.” He spread your cheeks apart and railed into you. “But the way you said that was so fucking cute, I don’t even care.”
You could feel your orgasm building and you clutched his shoulders. “Dabi… DABI I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum!”
“Yeah, baby. Go ahead. Let go for me.”
You felt your climax crash over you, and you screamed into his neck. Your legs shook and you came all over his lap. It felt different this time though.
“Shiiiit. I think you just squirted. God that’s so hot. I can’t keep this up anymore. Fuck you’re so perfect.” His hips snapped in an erratic pace and you could tell he was close. “You wanted me to fuck a baby in you huh? Wanted me to knock you up and make you mine?”
His hips stilled and he pinned you to him as he painted your insides with his cum.
Your head spun with the intensity of how hard you just came. Both of you were sweaty and your chests were heaving. He cupped your cheeks and pulled you back to look at him. “Are you okay? I was rougher with you then usual?”
You nodded your head and leaned into his touch. He brushed your sweaty hair away from your forehead, “Hey I know you’re tired, but I need a verbal answer. Or at least one for yes, two for no.”
You gave him a soft smile and tapped his hand once. He slowly helped you off of him, but he just turned you around so you back was leaning on his chest. He grabbed a blanket and propped the feet of the recliner up. He used his thumb to push his cum back inside of you. “Let’s just lay here a while.”
You hummed and nuzzled into him. His arm wrapped around you and rubbed your back. “Can I ask you something?” His voice sounded so vulnerable.
“Yeah, of course.”
He was quiet for a second before he cleared his throat. “Were you serious? About wanting to have a baby?”
You stiffened, “Were you serious when you said you wanted to put a baby in me?”
His kissed the top of your head. “I know we’re not like… you know… conventional. And we haven’t known each other long. But the other day… I don’t know. I just never wanted a family before, so it surprised me that the thought of having one with you didn’t… it didn’t sound so bad.”
You blushed. “If we’re being honest. I don’t really know I how I feel about it.” You interlaced his fingers with yours. “I’m not saying I’m opposed to the idea forever. Right now just doesn’t seem like the best time.” He was oddly quiet, and you were nervous you upset him. “Like you said we haven’t known each other long. I have god knows how many people out to kill me. We live in a world where people think it’s okay to kidnap and torture people based on their quirk. We both suffered because our quirks didn’t fit into this fucked up system. Can you imagine if we had a kid and they had either or our quirks, or god, what if they got both? They’d have the biggest fucking target on their back.”
His thumb brushed over the back of your hand, “Well that would have been nice to know before I came inside you a few minutes ago.”
You giggled, “It’s okay. I’m pretty sure I’m on birth control.”
“You’re pretty sure?”
Your eyes dimmed, “Yeah well… They liked to “play” with me back at the lab, and it wouldn’t be very fun if I got pregnant. So, I got shots every three months. Except I don’t remember when the last one was. To be safe I guess we could ware condoms from now on.”
He groaned, “I hate how casually you can talk about what those assholes did to you.” He sighed, “But I guess there’s lots of fucked up trauma I’m casual about. I get it. It makes it easier to deal with.”
You smiled at him, “We’re kind of fucked up huh?”
He kissed your nose, “No kinda about it doll. We are most definitely fucked up.”
You felt crazy laughing about how you both have just accepted your trauma. But you had to admit, it did make it feel lighter on your conscious.
“You know if we ever did do it… you know have a kid. They’d be the safest fucking brats on the planet. They’d have to go through us, as well as all of your dumb little hero friends. Only an idiot would even try.”
You rolled your eyes, “Well there’s a lot of steps between us now and us having a kid. You haven’t said you love me yet, and you want me to give you an heir?”
“An heir? Who the fuck are we? The Tudors?”
Your stomach growled really loud which reminded you of the dinner you had abandoned.
He gently maneuvered until he could get up and left you in the chair. “I’ll bring the food to you. I think you earned it.”
He was gone for a few minutes and came back with a plate of food and a big shirt for you.
“I have some business I need to take care of in the office. Some calls to make. So… I’m going to eat in there. Come get me before you go to bed.”
Your stomach sank. You felt like you had really upset him. You knew he would never show it though.
You had just been thinking about he was been so clingy since he got back. So, his sudden absence left you feeling cold. It made you want to follow him into his office and sit in his lap.
You knew that was a bad idea though. You needed to give him some space. If he had wanted you in there with him, he would have said so.
You could hear his muffled conversation and his voice sounded rough and angry. Even when you pushed his last button, he never sounded that angry when he spoke to you. At one point he changed into a different language. Was that Russian? He sounded even angrier in a different language. You could hear your name every so often, so you knew he was talking about you.
There was still a lot about Dabi you didn’t know. Like apparently, he was multilingual. He was a scary businessman. He recently had decided he wanted kids. What else did you not know?
You took your time eating and cleaning up the kitchen. When you couldn’t stall any longer you headed towards the office. Part of you felt guilty for interrupting his calls. But he was the one who told you to come get him before you went to bed.
You gently knocked on the door and opened it. He hadn’t heard you and his back was to the entrance. “For the hundredth time, the answer is no.” There was silence as someone on the other line yelled. “Dabi’s voice dropped to a scary volume. “First of all, you’re going to lower your damn voice when you talk to me. Secondly, if you ever say that shit again… I will burn down your fucking house.”
He sounded angry and you didn’t know if you interrupting him would make it better, or worse.
You tip toed over to him, but right before you could reach him, he slammed a hand on his desk. “SHE’S FUCKING OFF LIMITS!”
You yelped in surprise and took a step back. Dabi whirled around in his chair, his wild eyes connecting with yours and they were blood thirsty.
“I-I’m sorry. I knocked… but you didn’t hear me… a-and you said to come get you—”
You didn’t know why you were stuttering. This was Dabi, the same man who practically worshiped you.
“Get out… now…” The malice in his voice sent a chill down your spine.
Your eyebrows furrowed, “But you said to—”
He pulled the phone away from him and stared through you, “I know what I said. Now I’m telling you to get out.”
You schooled your expression to keep him from seeing the hurt that was now clutching at your heart. You nodded, flipped him off, and stormed off to your old room.
He wanted to play that game? Fine. He can be the big, scary, asshole all he wants. But you don’t have to put up with it.
You locked your door behind you, which really didn’t do much considering there was still a hole in the door from the last time you locked it. You sighed as you stared at the door’s handle before reaching out to unlock it again. You were mad, but you weren’t going to break your own law. Hopefully the fact you were in here would be enough to let him know he fucked up.
You changed into some comfy clothes for bed. Choosing a Dynamight shirt as an extra fuck you. You didn’t waste any time staying up for him. You weren’t going to let his mood swings affect your sleep schedule.
You put in some headphones, played some soothing music to calm your nerves, and went to sleep. You’d deal with Dabi tomorrow.
Well tomorrow came all too soon when your door was slammed open a few hours later, causing you to sit straight up in a panic.
You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes as a frantic hand yanked the headphones out of your ears.
“OW! What was that for?”
Dabi’s hands grabbed your shoulders. “I’ve been fucking yelling your name! I couldn’t find you. What the hell are you doing in here?”
You crossed your arms across your chest, and you saw his eyes darken when he saw the shirt you were wearing. “Why do you think? I’m giving you the space you obviously need to throw your stupid little temper tantrum.”
You could see so many emotions pass over his face in a matter of seconds. Anger, relief, panic, regret, but it seemed the one he decided to settle on was frustration.
“Temper tantrum? You think… I was throwing a temper tantrum. Hm. Interesting. Because the way I see it, when someone threatens to take you away from me… that’s a good enough reason to be pissed!” Your eyes widened but you he wasn’t done with his rant. “You want to know who I was on the phone with? My fucking father. You want to know why? Because he’s helping us fish out crooked heroes… Twice a week since you’ve gotten here, I’ve had to talk to that mother fucker on the phone about progress. Now all of the sudden he’s decided I’m too invested. I’m too close to you. HE THINKS IT CLOUDS MY JUDGEMENT!”
You could see him working himself back up, but the only thing you could do was let him get it all out.
“He thinks you could be more useful working for him. He thinks we’re wasting your talents by hiding you away. HE THINKS, he can snap his fingers and I’m just going to hand you over.” He shook his head and yelled, “And I didn’t tell you to get out because I was mad at you. I told you to get out because I didn’t want you to watch me lose my mind. I didn’t want you to see me when I’m that angry.”
He pointed at your face, “And that’s why. Right there, that fucking look you’re giving me. All the shit I’ve done and said you never look at me like I’m a monster, or like I’m someone to be pitied. I can take that look from anyone else… but not you.”
You saw him start to deflate. His fists unclenched at his sides as he took some deep breaths.
You reached for his hand and pulled him next to you. “Hey. I’m not going anywhere. I don’t care what anyone says, or who comes to fetch me. I’m staying wherever you are.” Your fingers ran through his white hair. “You can tell your dad I said he can go fuck himself. I’m never working for a hero again. Especially not a hero that emotionally traumatized not one, but two of my favorite people.”
He didn’t say anything for a while, he just leaned into your touch.
“I’m sorry I scared you.”
You hummed and kissed the top of his head, “It’s okay, I’m sorry I made you worry.”
“It’s alright, I kinda deserved it… so can you please take it off now.” His hand tugged at the Dynamight shirt you were wearing. “It’s playing dirty and you fucking know it you brat.”
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*The Laws*
1. No fucking shrugging
2. No drugs
3. No saying sorry for something that isn’t your fault
4.We work on communication every day
5. Wake up whenever the hell you want
6. No locked doors
7. We eat three full meals a day
8. No means no, no negotiations
9. We work on exercise every day
10. Ice cream must be kept in stock at all times
11. Accept help when it is offered
12. No lying
13. I will not initiate the sexy time without written or verbal consent.
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Happy Birthday, Epel Felmier! 🍎
Its AppleJack's birthday and I am fuckin gagging to give him some love! I'll sound like a broken record, but he grew on me over the time we got to know him. I was definitely drawn to him because of his cute face. Fuck, hes so cute. You don't understand, I love gap moe guys like Epel. Him and Yuki Rurikawa hit my buttons just right!!!!!
But I won't gush about it here. I don't wanna scare yall.
So, Let's chat about Epel!
Okay so his birthday interview confirms a lotta stuff we already know: he's got short man syndrome. Small, upset and sometimes overcompensating for something. If you ask me, his feral side is funny. Like Riddle, he's got a temper when you mention his size. But like, how many people enjoy these two for that exact reason? Everyone.
Anyway, Epel’s first interaction with Vil probably was fateful. We find out when he got her, Vil was already picking over him before he got sorted. He was a little dirtball with a bumpkin accent (someone sold me on the idea of him sounding Canadian. Look up Newfie accents. Do it). His resentment is strong when he's criticized for his looks. And now he's here.
I think Epel was put there for both his pretty boy facade and his relentless efforts to change himself. His biggest hurdle is his insecurity. So much so that he's predictable. Floyd has to tell him to pick a different dorm because everyone knows him as the "i wanna be sporty" guy. And Floyd is right. Epel is narrow minded about what he wants to be that he's not considering who he is now.
Sure, he's cute. But he's also smart, realistic, reliable, and earnest. Epel tells you how he feels in his own way. You see him get angry sometimes, but it's justified. He punctuates some of his opinions with 'i think' and 'maybe'. A lot of pauses because he is thinking about what he says before he says it. This prevents his accent sometimes but also gives him time to be careful of how he talks to others. We see when he's in his element (the Harveston event) he's a lot more extroverted, jolly and sweet. And he's a romantic too. The way he talks about his gparents is so cute!! He's such a sweetheart. Epel likes cute things. He just resents being stereotyped.
As a Taurus, he's also stubborn as fuck, which is why he can't see the forest for the trees. Epel's growing up to be someone who is strong and noble, but he thinks his appearance holds him back. That's why Vil is so hard on him. He has traditional ideas of gender, power dynamics and strength. It's kind of toxic.
Growing up around older people probably didn't help him expand his horizons. So someone like Vil or Lilia seems foreign to him. Lilia chooses to be small. He chooses to dress as a little guy all while knowing his true worth. Lilia’s lab coat story is really a great interaction because Lilia seems to be more relatable to Epel, making him receptive to what he has to say. Lilia broke thru the insecurity and guarded emotions he developed.
I remember someone gently criticizing his special magic because unlike deuce, it seems counterproductive to his development, which I guess is trying to say his magic doesn't fit him? I don't think so. Sleep Kiss is versatile since it is pretty offensive as well as defensive. It's also a scary one too since you're at his mercy when you're asleep. Epel wants to protect his friends and family so his quirk reflects something that will defend them. So i think it's a reflection of Epel needing to play into his strengths as a shield rather than a sword, yanno?
He wants Leona as a brother and I think it's a good match. Leona and Epel are pretty independent guys, but I think Epel may be a bit too active for Leona. Still, I think they'd be cute together in general. I also think a good big brother would be Lilia. Not only is Lilia a fuckin beast, he's also wise and trained in combat. I could imagine them doing all types of friendly tussles, which would give Epel the wake up call he needs.
And of course he wanted to go to Savanaclaw which I also disagree with. Yeah, he can go to SC, but considering how traditional he is, Igni would be a lot more beneficial. Epel's into magical wheels, which, C'mon Disney. Give us some magic wheel racing cards. I need Deuce n Epel in jumpsuits. Anyway Epel's interest in magi wheels is pretty cool. It's how he and Deuce bond in Chap 5.
Actually comparing the two, their reactions to Vil are very different. Deuce willingly takes up on Vil's lessons because he realizes how machismo he is. Deuce is a former bad boy and we can tell he's not quite comfortable with some parts of his identity. The only pink thing he owns is a garish leopard suit for some reason? Deuce had to admit his faults over the course of the story and he's coming to terms with who he is. Epel is still struggling.
In chap 5 + 6, I think we are cracking into his vulnerability. His meltdowns are justified because Vil oversteps his boundaries sometimes. Teaching Epel about breaking society's standards is great! Using him to get back at a guy he's got nothing to do with? Not. Epel's already gunning to overthrow him one day (just like Ace) so making it a vindictive thing will probably blind them from realizing how close they're growing. Epel will see that his dorm leader had good intentions of teaching him and Vill will see that he needs to be more accepting to people who don't fit his idea of beauty/perfection.
So what do I hope for Epel? Aside from longer hair, I wanna see him accept himself. Epel isn't comfortable in his own skin. That's really what a few of these guys need. They need to accept themselves, flaws and all. I hope the chapter gives Epel a good resolution to compliment his magic. He's a sweet guy and I'm glad we got to see more of him!
Happy Birthday, Big Mac!!! 🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎
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Hi! Can please request some spicy headcanons for Tamaki, Hawks and Shoto losing their virginity with a fem reader ? Thank you!
Oh man yES, ahh I love these boys, I will do my best for the ✨spice✨
[Master List]
Amajiki Tamaki (Sun Eater):
boi that anxiety
Realistically it would take a long term relationship to get to second or even third base
He understands sexual desire but god if it only makes him feel more anxious
You need to become his wall
Literally
Instead of him putting his head into a wall he will start putting his head against your head or shoulder or back (idk how tall you are)
He LOVES your body
Claims you’re soft in all the right places
Loves the way you feel pressed into his embrace not that he could ever admit that
With that in mind
It would start with just embracing him
You’d offer your lap and play with his hair
He feels safe in your embrace
So
The two of you are cuddling
You’re both facing each other
You’ve pulled him into your bust like it’s a pillow and start playing with his hair with your arms wrapped around each other
And then it happens
Your breath hits his ear
You move slightly to adjust
It happens
You feel his grip tighten around you, forcing you to stop moving
“Maki? Are you okay?”
He’s hidden his face and you can feel the heat radiating from his blush
“I, uh, well… I d-don’t know…”
You’re obviously confused
Then you feel it
“We can stop if-“
He cut you off with a sudden burst in confidence and has you on your back while hovering over you
“I-I don’t want to…” His eyes slowly glance over you
Your shirt is loosely pulled down your shoulder exposing your collar bone and the top of your breasts and racked up your stomach slightly exposing your skin
His face was beat red
Yours was heated
You reach up for his face and pull him in for a kiss
When you start touching him something snaps
He’s almost feral with need for you
He has no idea what he’s doing
You have to tell him what to do
If it’s your first time too you MUST tell him when you like things
Greedy for how you taste
He’s needy
Praise kink
JeSUS THE PRAISE KINK
You must tell him that he feels good or what he’s doing is great etc
Will eat you out like you’re his last meal before death
*Ahem.*
Will 100% ask you what you need during/after
He will not know how to look at you afterwards but will cuddle tf out of you
Takami Keigo (Hawks):
So, on a real note
He probably didn’t lose his V card until after he got his own agency
He was raised and monitored by the HPSC since he was 6, I highly doubt they gave him the time
As much as we all agree he has a rut I doubt having one would make a difference in him popping his cherry
He got his agency at 18 and rose the ranks to being a top ten hero by age 20
So I high key doubt he had time to relax and take care of his sexual needs until about 20
The boi also doesn’t actually have friends
He wasn’t raised to make friends, only connections
Realistically you were probably a sidekick at his agency
You found him attractive sure but knew he never gave himself ‘personal time’
You made it your mission to give him the break you knew he deserved
You’d finish all his paperwork that didn’t need his signature
You’d manage to help make sure all the documents he’d have to submit daily would be quick and easy to go through
You’d kick him out of the office to make sure he went and got lunch
You bring/order him lunch when he refused
You kick him out to go home early when he could afford to
At first he didn’t notice
After a week he was confused
After a month he’d start to understand
He’d take time to thank you and make sure you were doing well with all the extra work you decided to take on
The first time he complimented you and your work you blushed a shade he didn’t even know you could get
It was over for you
He made it his goal to see that again
It started with flirty comments
Then he took you on a date
He researched everything he could on dating and what is ‘required’
He was aware of sexual intimacies
He had a sex-Ed class with the HPSC
What he wasn’t prepared for was having to use that education on someone he cared for (not that he’s ever used it before)
He watched you work at the office one day after doing his research like a predator would watch a prey it’s been stalking
Without realizing it he started fantasizing about how your thighs would feel in his hands
How your bust would taste
He wondered what you’d look like under him
He was curious to know what you’d sound like crying out his name
“-wks? Hawks?” Your voice calling him snapped him out of his perverted fantasy
His face blushed brightly as you stared at him with an eyebrow raised
“Can you come look at this for me?” You pointed to your computer
He nods and goes to stand up but quickly sits back down with his legs crossed “N-No I can’t, can you send it to me?” He give a nervous TV approved smile
Did he just stutter?
You give him a once over and he refused to make eye contact with you
You smirk when you see his ‘problem’
“I guess I can just take it home tonight” you shrugged nonchalantly and give him the side eye, “You’re welcome to come help if you’d like.” You crossed your arms under your bust making it more eye catching
He just nodded furiously
Never had he ever finished paperwork so fast
He nearly crashed into your patio’s sliding glass door like a concussed bird as he arrived
When you let him in he smothered your face with kisses as he kicks off his shoes and sheds his jacket and goggles
They were messy and needy
His usually accurate hands fumbled with the fabric of your clothing
You walk backwards and usher him to your room
You only pull away from the sloppy make out session when you fall back on your bed and pant for air
What he’s actually doing doesn’t hit him until he sees you under him
Clothes disheveled, skin and bra exposed, blushing and panting from his attention
A nervous blush set in on his face
You cupped his cheek, “Is this your-“
He nods before you can finish the question
What a cute baby
You didn’t press him any further but helped him with the clothing removal
You told him you can stop at anytime
He refused every time
The whines this boi makes when you first touch him
He’s a quick learner
You make suggestions and he quickly finds out how to please you
Before you’re even close to finishing you’re nearly certain that he wasn’t a virgin
Nearly
He seems to get harder when you praise him
He has the stamina of a god
He makes sure to memorize everything about your body
Memorizes what makes you cry and melt in his grasp
Stays inside you when you both finish
Buried his face into your bare breasts afterwards
Makes happy noises as he dozed off to you combing your fingers through his hair
Happy birb
Todoroki Shoto:
oh man
This fuckin’ guy
Realistically never cared for the topic
Not that he doesn’t feel the urge but just thinks nothing of it
He probably never realized he even liked you until someone pointed it out
Similar to Hawks he never really got the opportunity to think of such matters
Also same as Hawks would research the shit out of the topic
Boi didn’t know the word for ‘concert’ you really think he’d know shit about dating at first?
*ahem*
He’d take you on dates
He’d realize quickly how much he likes touching you
Touch starved babe
He’d go out of his way to touch you after he noticed how much he likes it
He’d initiate holding hands
He’d hug you randomly
Lay his head on yours or your shoulder or lap
One day he’d hug you from behind as you were doing something in your room
He’d wrap his arms around you under your bust
You’d smile and look up at him
You’d adjust yourself to holding his arms but you’d rub against him just right
Then it happens
The shock of the situation would cause him to freeze
You can feel his temperature control go haywire
“Sho?” You’d ask quietly
Then you’d feel it
To be fair it would be low key stabbing you
N E WAYS
You’d blush loudly
He’d blush and bury his face into the crook of your neck
You’d make a soft noise in surprise
He’d only get harder and more embarrassed because of said noise
You’d ask if he wants to do anything about it
“What?” He asks
I swear this boy doesn’t understand real life you can’t change my mind
You’d whisper what you meant
His grip on you would get tighter
He’d agree
He had a basic understand of how it works
You’d sit him on your bed and you’d sit on his lap
The two of you would make out and remove articles of clothing
The best at unhooking a bra clasp out of the three
Calm externally
Internally freaking out
You can tell by the crazy fluctuation in his temperature
“We don’t have to if you’re not ready” you’d say pressing your forehead to his
He smiles softly and kisses your collarbone
“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready but I want this”
You blush loudly at the comment
He moves you so that he’s hovering over you
You pull him into you and run your hands down his muscular frame
He’s surprised at how easily he melts in your touch
Like Hawks he’s a quick learner
Makes a point to ask if you like how things feel
Could get off on just making you feel good
Uses his quirk unintentionally to make you feel good
Leaves marks all over you without meaning to
Low key wants to mark his territory subconsciously
Kisses all the marks he’s left in the end
Does everything for aftercare without being asked
Pulls you into his chest and smiles into your hair
Snuggle bug
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Keep the Heat | Andy Barber
summary: Andy fucks you in the coat.
warnings: SMUT. 18+ only. Quick & Rough Sex. Dirty Talk. Sex on a Car. Sex in the woods.
word count: 1305
author’s note: A fuckin’ coat inspired this. I can’t help myself when it comes to this man, ok?
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“What’re we doing here?” You question as Andy parks the car close to the cliff edge overlooking the darkened city.
“Come on, indulge me.” He smirks before stepping from the car.
Andy walks around and leans against the hood of the Audi as you shake your head in disbelief. “I cannot believe you drove us to Make Out Point.” Your heels made you unsteady on the pine needle covered ground as you cozy up to him.
He chuckles and shoves his hands in his coat pockets. “Hey, come on. It’s still early. I figured this would be fun. Even if we don’t make out.” You roll your eyes at the wink he sends you.
A gust of chilly, fall air blew by causing a shiver to run up your spine. You tighten your thin jacket around your frame until Andy sweeps you into his hold.
Warmth and a slight hint of fading cologne surround you as you find yourself wrapped snuggly in Andy’s jacket. You sink into his chest, feeling his heat radiate along your back as you gaze over the twinkling lights of the suburb.
Wanting a kiss, he nudges your cheek with his nose, forcing you to turn in his hold. You grin into the embrace. His plump lips always slid over yours with a certain amount of restraint but you could tell he was getting riled. When he pulls away you tug him closer by the lapels making him snort.
“What? You know what this jacket does to me.”
That jacket. That jacket always made your heart race whenever he put it on. Andy had a good sense of style; it was one of your favorite things about him. He knew he looked good in a suit and he made sure he had the finest presses.
That day he brought home the jacket from Hugo Boss, your world changed.
The second he put it on for you in the kitchen you knew you were done for. Something about the collar and how high it rose, almost as if he had a secret to hide. Not to mention the fit and the deep blue color brought out his eyes.
It drove you wild.
“Perhaps I wear it as much as I can to make you insatiable.” He teases.
“Well, it’s working.”
Heated kisses and soft grunts fill the night sky as he lifts you onto the hood. Your legs lock around his waist tugging him close, your core bumps against his growing excitement.
He breaks the kiss and quirks an eyebrow, “Want to engage in some public indecency?”
You laugh against his lips as you pull him down on top of you, sandwiching you between two warm objects. One made of steel, the other flesh and bones.
“Couldn’t we get arrested for that Mr. ADA?” You croon while shifting your dress up around your hips.
Andy groans when he spies a wet spot already soaking the crotch of your panties. “We just have to hope no one wants to take in the sights of Newton for the next 10 minutes.”
He shifts his shoulders ready to shake the jacket off when you stop him. “Leave it on?” Your face heats from embarrassment. You’ve gone through hell and back with him and he stills leaves you feeling like a school girl.
Andy grins and readjusts the jacket before unzipping his slacks and pulling out his cock. The sight of his throbbing girth catches your stare as it bobs slightly and then thumps against your clothed cunt.
A harsh grip to your chin drags yours eyes back to those azure pools, “You wanted this. So now you’re gettin’ all of me.”
His first two fingers yank your sopping panties to the side. A string a slick stretching from your core to the thin material showcasing your arousal. His jaw clenches at the sight, “Fuck.”
You shift forward nudging your pussy against his swollen crown, desperate to have him inside of you. Andy tilts his hips and pushes past your folds with a solid punch, molding your walls around him and knocking the air from your lungs.
You fist the thick material of his jacket and let out a ragged moan when he withdraws.
“Feel good, Honey?” His cock pushing your folds to their limit, “Like it when I stretch out this little pussy?”
All you could do was nod and mumble incoherently in response. The way he stood over you and thrusted into your soaked depths while wearing that jacket ignited something feral in you.
You pushed yourself onto your elbows in a haze and frantically shoved your core desperately onto his length. The drive to come gnawed madly at your belly, you wanted nothing more than to come around him while he took you apart in that jacket.
Andy dipped his head low, eyes wild and bright, “That’s it, fuck that pretty pussy onto my cock.”
You picked up the pace, grinding down on his girth; his crude words spurring you on. “Lemme feel that cunt,” His fingers dug into your hips but let you take the lead. “Come all over my cock. Make a fucking mess.”
Your walls fluttered causing Andy to bite back a groan as you forced yourself onto his cock over and over again. Your nails scratched the black surface of the Audi, nerves beginning to ignite from the overwhelming pleasure.
Andy watched as your body locks, eyes rolling backward and the intimate sounds that left your lips made his blood boil. You couldn’t keep up the movement as your orgasm hit, hips stalling and left his length buried only halfway in your heat.
He grits his teeth and impales you completely on his cock adding to the intense shocks running through your system. Your body lurches in his hold but he bends over, trapping you to the hood of the car and drives his cock in and out of your drenched heat prolonging the pleasure.
“Gonna come so deep inside you, Honey. Your sweet cunt’ll be drippin’ for days.”
His left arm weaves under your neck and his hand locks on your shoulder to keep you flush against him as he nears his peak. His nose bumps your own as he leans down for a kiss, teeth and tongues colliding in a fiery passion.
You nip his bottom lip eliciting a pained groan and you feel him swell inside you. Andy comes with a ragged grunt and bottoms out, grazing your cervix with a harsh caress until his hips falter and slowly come to a stop.
You stay locked together in the peaceful, warm embrace, breathing in one another until you hear a motor in the distance.
Frantically, Andy shoves his cock back into his slacks and helps you off the hood just as a car parks next to the Audi. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and escorts you back into the car.
You noticed a small family exit their vehicle with flashlights and hear Andy say hello and something about a lovely night before he ducks into the car.
His face was flushed but it wasn’t from the sex. “That was so fucking close,” he rubbed a hand over his jaw, “We are never doing that again. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
You tried to hold back your laughter but between the nerves and the endorphins you couldn’t control it. “ADA and wife locked up for public indecency. The newspapers would have a field day.”
It was his turn to shake his head as he started the ignition, “All because of a jacket.”
“Hey, if you didn’t look so sexy in it you wouldn’t have a problem.” You playfully admitted.
He switched gears to reverse, turning his body to wrap an arm around the headrest of your seat before teasing, “Maybe I’ll surprise you one day and wear nothing but the jacket.”
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Request for anon: oml write big bro midoriya hcs please ? 😭🥺
Big brother Izu
• You would think, Izu would be a much softer brother, and in ways you'd be right.
• But he's also fucking FERAL
• THE FIGHTS BETWEEN YALL?? DIRTY AS F U C K
• Your mom is always like yo what the fuck
• Always a mix between superb strategy and just downright dirty moves
• You two keep a tally on whos winning
• In any case, he loves you, he really does.
• You're younger, only by a year but he still had this insane amount of urge to protect you however he can
• He was jealous of you when he was a kid. You had a quirk, he didn't.
• But he never acted on that jealousy. He never paid it just mind.
• You have the same quirk as mom, just on a bigger scale.
• You could move more, lift heavier objects, and there was a greater span of energy, less limits.
• And into academy you went, following the footsteps of your feral yet shy brother
• first and foremost, you two keep very little secrets
• God youre both always oversharing
• so it KILLED him inside to keep one for all from you
• to keep all-might from you
• he told you eventually, shortly before Katsuki figured it out
• c'mon, youre izukus sibling, youre smart too
• ONE HUNDRED PERCENT tried to fight all might at one point for MULTIPLE reasons
• Tried to beat the fuck out of kacchan to
• you: *in the middle of beating allmight* THATS for locking kacchan up at the sports festival, what kind of dumb shit was that
Kacchan: haha nice
You: nah nah nah you getting these hands to tf??
Izuku: y/n n o! Use the spiders like we talked about
• It wasnt uncommon to see you two together at school. You were usually his side during his free time, not that either of you minded
• Class 1A 'little sister' vibes
• Izuku is very protective.
• he knows you can take care of yourself, he does. He knows you're MORE than capable, truly- but that doesn't stop him from worrying constantly
• Mineta said something about you once, Izu put him in the hospital
• He tries to watch your training when he can.
• He does this 1. Because the thought of you hurt makes him antsy and 2. He takes notes and reads them back so you can improve
• he trains with you a lot too
• the two of you duke shit out this way, arguments and what not.
• whoever wins the fight wins the argument, unless its something serious, in which case intellect is involved
• almost every morning, he brings you lunch (usually something kacchan made, he's trying to make some type of ammends for yalls childhood) He'll walk into your dorm building and either set it in the fridge or give it to you before the two of you head out
• he also tries to walk you to class in the morning when he can
• now, izuku is very supportive, but you two are siblings, youre going to get kn eachothers nerves
• and when this happens the insults are brutal 😭
• he's put into a shitty mood whenever yall fight
• he can deal with fighting w kacchan or his class mates, sure he doesn't like to but he can deal w them being made at him. It won't really bother him
• but fighting with you?
• he hates it
• puts him in a fuck all mood until its resolved
• izu in a bad mood is just plain scary and class A just reaps the fuckin days it happens
• this man sends you the weirdest shit i SWEAR 😭
• Talking bout some 'this tree reminds me of you that one time ma whooped your ass'
• and its just a picture of this really scrangly scrawny and bent tree
• hit him with 'that tree finna be you when I whoop your ass'
• allmight memes 😭
• UA memes 😭
• literally just jokes only yall will understand
• the s n a p s bruh
• its not super often yall snap but the shit you two send back and forth is just comedic gold
• v u l g a r jokes bruh
• planned crime fr
• he includes you in that shit you
• and you, being the gremlin you are, re MORE than happy to fuck shit up
• is definitely that brother to take you out to do things so you know how you should be treated
• he wants you to be happy and even though he can be annoying, and over protective, yall have a really great bond
• yall ride or die siblings for real
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Hehehehe you opened up a can of worms with this one baby. How many times can i request for your ask game cause some of those have some good people they can work with!
71 with Deku
(Also i love you and you kick ass in uno. Sorry for fuckin you so hard in it every time)
so uh this was supposed to be like 500-ish words and here we are at almost 900 because stuttering pro hero deku makes bitches go ✨feral✨
it’s me i’m bitches
✨no beta, no editing, we die like men✨
The last time you saw Izuku Midoriya, the poor man looked exhausted. So really, it’s no surprise to you that he texted you, asking if you wanted to go for a cup of coffee to relax with a friend today. It was one of his rare days off.
y/n: what, think you’re gonna meet a pretty girl there? :p
deku: i haven’t really had time for anything like that 😅
y/n: that settles it, i’ll help you get laid
y/n: it’ll help you relax, i promise!
deku: what?
deku: alright then, i trust you…
Izuku reads, rereads, and reads again over your short conversation. He should be excited that his friend, someone he cares about, wants to help him. He’d be more excited, of course, if that friend wasn’t the person he’s been crushing on and fisting his cock to for months. But the thought of you getting all dolled up to go somewhere with him is enough to push through the idea of leaving with someone other than you.
2:44… 2:45, alright. Izuku swallows, hand hesitating just below the numbers on your apartment door. Steeling his nerves, he knocks. He’s glad he did, heat rushing just below his collar when he sees you in a pretty little sundress.
“Look, ‘zuku! It has pockets!” you say excitedly. “See how big they are? You could even fit your hand in here! Go on, try it.” You push your hip out towards him, urging him to try it.
“Oh, uh, s-sure,” he says, trying not to let his distraction show. He flicks his eyes down once, as a treat, to peek at your nipples through the thin fabric. The cut of your sundress, he notices, doesn’t really allow for a bra. Just his luck. How is he going to get through an afternoon of you trying to set him up when you look like this?
“Izuku?” You quirk an eyebrow at him. “You alright?”
“Huh? O-oh, yeah, ‘m fine. Let me see the pocket.” He holds his hand out, tentatively sliding it into your pocket. Spreading his fingers, he takes his chance to brush his hand against your hip. Not much, but a memory of almost holding you to get him through the lonely nights again. He grazes his thumb down your hip, and you giggle. His breath sucks in quietly when he realizes, and he takes a moment to speak.
“Y-you’re not… w-wearing anything under that, are you?” he asks. You turn your head to face him directly, lip caught between your teeth, and you shake your head no.
“Told you I was gonna help you get laid, didn’t I? Wore this just for you, ‘zuku. I want you, and from the way I see you look at me, I think you want me too. Am I wrong?”
“No, no, you’re not,” he shivers despite the heat crawling up his neck. His other large hand slides into your other pocket, holding your back against his chest. “I, uh, I do want you. Please.” He holds your hips without shame now. Cock straining at his pants, Izuku pulls you impossibly closer to him.
“Take me, will you? It’s been a while, and I want it to be with you,” you confess. The feeling of him nodding over your shoulder, skin barely brushing yours, sends a shiver down your spine. Tentatively, you lead him to the couch, reluctantly letting him take his hands off of you, and sit. He kneels in front of you and spreads your legs. Lifting your skirt up, he lets out a low groan at the sight of you. Slick already glistening at your pussy lips, clit angry and puffy, as if you’d been working yourself up to this moment before he came over.
“”S pretty, sweetheart. So pretty. Think about it all the time when I’m alone. Think about you at night. Bet it feels so much better than my hand,” he babbles, licking his lips. It’s as if a switch is flipped, the sweet man you know replaced with a darker version of himself. Without warning, he dives in, licking a long stripe from the base of your hole to your clit with a broad, flat tongue. “Wanted this for so long, sweetheart.” He ignores your squirms, instead making circles around your sweet nub, so close yet not quite touching. You whine for him, beg for some contact, and who is he to not give you what you so desperately want?
He slides a finger into you, then two, reaching for that spongy spot on your walls. He knows he’s found it when you buck your hips into his face and keen.
“You’re being so good for me, sweetheart. I wanna see you cum on my tongue and fingers, okay? Think you can do that for me?” You nod, desperate for release, friction, anything. Izuku latches his lips around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue over your bud as he curls his fingers inside you. White hot light blinds your vision as you fall apart all over him, just how he wants.
You lace your fingers through his hair, rubbing gently.
“Thank you, ‘zuku. Was so good, thank you,” you pant, coming down from your high.
“Not so fast, sweetheart. ‘M not done with you yet.”
#it’s ok bby uno is the hardest i’ve gotten fucked in a long time lmao#sammy gets mail#ask games#💗.cutemoots#user.jayde#sammy.drabbles#izuku#bnha smut
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When MVA/MLA Arc gets animated, what will you be looking forward to the most? What (canon-compliant) additions and/or changed do you want or think Bones should make, if any?
There’s--a lot. Does that surprise anyone? There’s a lot.
o I have been foaming at the mouth for voice actor announcements for almost a year now, particularly for Trumpet, Geten and RD.
Trumpet’s superpower is literally his voice! I mean, nothing about that statement requires that voice be particularly entrancing, but it certainly seems like it should be, right??
Geten is a boku-type in the manga, but that was literally the only hint foreshadowing his pretty boy face through 21 solid chapters of Pure Feral Gremlin. Everyone was shocked by Geten’s face reveal! How do you maintain that surprise value with an actual voice actor in the mix? Do you not even try? Do you play up the disparity--in which direction? I can’t wait to see what they do.
And Re-Destro! Re-Destro requires so much range! From his peppy, silly businessman persona, to the urbane commander, from the overeager yes-man to the raving zealot--who on earth do you get to believably cover all that ground? I can’t even begin to guess, but I am living in anticipation of that article going up on ANN or the official Twitter sources.
o I’m also much looking forward to getting official coloring on Trumpet and Geten. Skeptic seems pretty straightforward--black, black, more black--and RD and Curious, we have color art for, but I wonder if Trumpet will also be all black clothes, to go with that dignified politician image of his, or if he’ll get some color to pep him up a little. What color are those tinted shades of his? His eyes? The wicked-cool Sevens Loud?
I assume Geten is all wintery shades, but it’ll be great to confirm which ones. I mean, we all assume he’s white-haired to better annoy Dabi with family parallels, but what if he turns out to be platinum blond? And are his eyes blue? Gray? White? What color is that awful parka?
Also, Re-Destro’s stress powers. Having been writing them as black since at least August--Rorschach test blots are generally black, after all, and they’re the clear inspiration--I would much like it if the anime would have my back on this. They made Destro’s mask a dark cinnamon brown, though, so I’m prepared to be unpleasantly surprised in this matter.
o Predictable MLA adaptational choices aside, I’m also eager/anxious about how they’ll handle Spinner’s narration. What I really hope is that they actually straight-up hand him ALL the narration duties--not just the stuff he dictates directly in the manga, but also e.g. the name and quirk explanation material that Present Mic normally gets, or the previews that are always handled by Deku.
The opening and closing sequences are another big structural thing, of course--based on the flashed snippets of Hawks and Endeavor in both our current and the previous OP, I’m expecting we’ll see at least a bit of something referencing the upcoming internship arc (which I expect to close out the season), but I hope the villains just walk away with the closing entirely. I want my slice of life villainy ED, dangit.
o Another thing I’m eager/anxious about would be Kotarou, and the Shimura flashback generally. There’s a brittle edge of to Kotarou that I really love, and I hope he manages to keep it in the anime, despite the anime being generally not so great at moments that I would describe as “delicate.” For example, I’d like it if he doesn’t get a super deep voice, and if they could manage to keep his pretty face, and capture how deeply bitter and tired he looks in the scene where he’s reading the letter Nana left him.
Also, I hope they keep the little montage bits and, crucially, the changes of clothes the family goes through. We see Tenko in no less than five, possibly as many as seven, different T-shirts through the course of that flashback. It seems like a small thing, but it’s one of the factors that makes me skeptical that AFO gave Tenko Decay, when so many days clearly go by between the opening with the man at the door and the tragic end. It’d be nice not to see too much resurgence on that just because the anime can’t be bothered to come up with more than one outfit for the Shimuras.
I have enough issues with the anime’s usual adaptation choices that I’m trying not to get my hopes up too high on the actual content of the episodes. The staff is diverting too much of its major talent to the movies (BAH) these days for me to expect the whole season to look all that great, and it’s never been particularly creative or daring outside of its climactic sakuga-heavy fight scenes anyway. I’ve also long had a bone to pick with its scoring decisions, and am already eyeballing the climax of the RD/Shigaraki fight and imagining the minor-keyed terrifying dirge I fear the anime will play there, at the moment that Re-Destro (and, shortly afterward, Spinner) are supposed to be experiencing something akin to religious awakenings.
There’s also the issue of the violence and gore--judging by how the anime handled the scene where Shigaraki and Compress maim Overhaul, I have some severe reservations about how much blood they’ll be allowed to get away with, particularly in the scene where the League brutally decimates that CRC group and, of course, Shigaraki’s backstory. I’m looking at MVA to serve as a preview for how all the same issues will be addressed in the War Arc.
That bit of pessimism aside, as to what I’m hoping they’ll add or change? Well, off the top of my head.....
o I would love to get a full episode devoted to the time the League spends fighting Machia. Not that first tussle, but the six grueling weeks in the mountains. There’s so much you could add there for character building and atmosphere that Hori didn’t so much as montage through. Where was their food coming from? How’d they pick out places to pitch camp? How much access to news from outside did they have, and how frequently? What were the circumstances in which Gigantomachia “told them himself” about his great sense of smell?? Stuff like that!
I don’t think we’re at all likely to get this--honestly, the series of late has had enough of a problem with trimming bits and pieces that I’m as worried about what they might cut as I am hyped about things they might add--but the one thing that gives me some hope is the training camp arc. Specifically, the moment 1-A first gets to the Pussycats’ forest, they get jumped by earth golems, a fight that the manga off-panels entirely, but the anime spends a modest amount of time on, giving the kids a little bit of time to show off their moves and such. I’d love to get something equivalent for the League.
o On a similar note, I wouldn’t turn it down if they fleshed out some of those running street fights a bit. One obvious thing comes to mind: there’s a weird jump in the manga between Skeptic and a horde of his golems being all but on top of Twice at the beginning of 233 and then that fight just--doesn’t happen. There’s no mention of it at all. I think the suggestion is that either Machia’s appearance or the tower going down interrupted it--Skeptic breaks off from his fight the same way Geten and Trumpet do theirs, shifting focus to protecting Re-Destro--but it’d be nice to see the anime touch on it.
o It’d be nice to get a bit of expansion on the nature of the bullying Spinner endured. We’re told he was, but was it limited to verbal? Did he get beaten up a lot? Was there an online element? Deku’s our only other reference point for “bullied kid,” and whatever one might think about the story’s development of Bakugou’s mentality, it’s been made clear in retrospect that there was a lot more too that than just the matter of Deku’s quirklessness. I’d love to know how Spinner’s bullying looked in comparison (not least because of some of the theories about Spinner and Deku needing to come to some kind of accord to free Shigaraki from AFO).
o Make the Villa (both here and during the War Arc) look more realistic. By which I mean, I know Horikoshi is capable of drawing interesting and lived-in interior spaces--he has an entire chapter dedicated to it in the 1-A dorm room contest, after all--but he normally doesn’t bother much with it. At UA, it’s not too distracting, because we know good and well that that whole building is probably maintained by Cementoss anyway. Ditto places like Tartarus (intentionally, dehumanizingly barren) or the League’s post-Kamino hideouts (abandoned homes and industrial spaces). But the Villa?
For heaven’s sake, it’s called a mountain villa. It has a clear reception desk on the ground floor; it’s obviously some sort of high-end hotel, if not an outright resort or rentable retreat lodge. Speaking as someone who’s worked in one, places like that don’t look as fuckin’ bare as the rooms we see there always seem to. For fanfic purposes, I’m happy to go on telling myself that e.g. the pool and the bar and the restaurant(s) and the gym are in the building Cementoss doesn’t tear in half, but it’d be nice if the anime could class the whole place up a little, maybe put some real furniture and decor in the rooms that are in use. (Yes, I know this is a ridiculous nitpick.)
o This is less a change and more a correction, but for fuck’s sake, BONES, give us white-haired Shigaraki. The climax of Deika is a solid time for it, given that it’s obvious in the manga that Shigaraki’s hair gets paler in Deika--you can see it in the way Horikoshi inks it (which is to say, the way he stops inking it)! I think if we ever get white-haired Shigaraki in the anime, a somewhat better time as far as narrative justification goes would be when Shigaraki gets out of the tube in the War Arc; you could easily justify it as a side-effect of the surgery. Still, I’d rather see it here. I want white-haired Shigaraki, gleaming and brilliant through the scattering ash in that crater, a veritable angel of sacred destruction.
Honestly, more than anything, the crater sequence is the one I hope I love. It’s probably my favorite single moment in the entire manga, as Shigaraki wins over Re-Destro, Spinner and Gigantomachia in the same moment, and finally comes into his own. If they can at least nail that, I’ll consider myself pretty satisfied.
#stillness-answers#my villain academia#meta liberation army#boku no hero academia#bnha#hopes and dreams
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One Last Hit +18
[Part 3]
[+18]
[I own none of the characters nor any art posted.]
[warnings: language, mentions of blood]
[Bakugou Katsuki X Female Reader]
[Mafia Bakugou X Stripper Reader]
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You opened the door with a worried expression.
"Kiri... what happened what's wrong?" You almost immediately asked, something in your gut told you that something was off.
Where was Katsuki?
Kirishima pushed past you and closed the door behind you.
"Get dressed and pack a bag with clothes." He ordered as he went over to Katsuki's office, you followed after him.
"Kirishima, what the hell happened?" You asked again, this time a little more urgency in your voice.
"I can't... I can't tell you just please... go pack a bag and change." He sounded upset, he looked as though he wanted to tell you everything but he didn't.
You didn't protest and you decided to go pack a bag of the essentials and clothes that are easy to move around in.
You changed into a pair of black shorts, a blue tank top and one of Katsukis button up shirts.
You slipped on a pair of sneakers and went over to Kirishima who had a backpack in his hand.
"You ready, do you have everything?" He asked and you gave him a slow nod, he took your hand in his and led you outside to his car, he was looking around, being cautious.
Once you two got into the car and he started driving you're mind started wondering if Katsuki was okay...
Was there something that happened to him?
Is he hurt...?
Does he need help...?
Panic filled your body.
"He's okay. He just got shot but Shoto took him to Yaoyorozu and Urakaka to get him fixed up." Kirishima spoke keeping his gaze on the road.
Your panic eased but you were still worried where was he shot?
"Who.. who shot him?" Your voice was quiet.
"We were in the middle of getting information about Shigaraki... but some of his underlings managed to catch us and we ended up in a shootout... we managed to take down most of them but someone... shot Katsuki, the bullet just barely missed his lung." As Kirishima spoke you sunk back into your seat, your hands were clasped together.
"I'm sorry... he told me to get hold of you as fast as possible to make sure you aren't in any danger. So I'm glad you're okay..." Kirishima spoke.
"Thanks for coming for me Kirishima, I'm grateful that he has such a good friend." You said, you wanted to cry but nothing came out.
"By the way where are we going?" You asked him looking outside for a moment, this part of town looked a lot rougher than where Katsuki had you staying.
"You'll see." Was all Kirishima said and you trusted him, you thought nothing of it.
When you arrived to a run down building, you felt like something was off, but you couldn't put your finger on it...
Kirishima led you inside, holding your bag in his hand. You walked behind him your gaze shifting from your surrounding to him, you noticed something strange in his walk, it looked more feminine than how he usually walked, you didn't notice it before.
Something felt very wrong...
You shook it off and followed him into a room, it was dark, you could barely even make out Kirishima's silhouette.
The smell of blood filled your senses, in your panic your senses had become dulled.
"You know... I didn't think you would follow someone so easily... didn't Bakugou Katsuki teach you not to trust anyone?" Kirishima said and in a flash your wrist was grabbed and you were pulled in close, cold metal bracelets, or what you assumed to be cuffs wrapped around your wrists.
Before you could react there was a bang behind you and you were pulled down fast, your legs were immediately cuffed down too.
Your hands were in your lap, a light turned on illuminating the room, you didn't see Kirishima in front of you, but rather... a blonde girl with bright yellow hues staring at you as if she was hungry.
"Hi hi! Hehe!" The blonde said moving out the way, your eyes widened at the sight in front of you, both Kirishima and Deku were bound to a chair, gags in their mouths arms bound behind their backs, they both had blood dripping from their mouths.
They looked... beaten, but they were still breathing.
In your moment of distraction the blonde hand managed to cuff your hands to the legs of the chair.
"Deku! Kirishima! No... what the hell do you want you psycho!?" You wanted to tug, but if you did you wouldn't be able to get up.
"Now now, no need to get angry we didn't think you'd foolishly follow his right hand man..." there was a pause, two men walked in, one had purple mist floating around his face and the other had light blue hair and dry skin, his hands occasionally scratching at his neck.
"Well done crazy you lured in the one person that will probably get that Bakugou-kid here." Another male spoke, you hadn't even noticed him in your panicked state, his skin was burnt it was held up by staples.
Those cerulean hues piercing you, they were similar to Shotos eyes... well just the one anyway.
"Who... who the hell are you people?!" Anger bubbled inside you, you hated that you could be the reason why Katsuki may get hurt...
"We're just rivals, that Izuku kid over there was another one our obstacles, we're thinking of killing them both in front of that annoying loud mouth and Endeavors son."
Shigaraki... you knew it was Shigarki, you heard that he was childish and did whatever he pleased, rambles that came from Katsuki.
"You won't get away with it!" You snapped.
"Hey princess, you better shut up before you get hurt." The burnt man spoke.
"Hurt me I ain't gonna stop talking!" You snapped glaring, you've been around Katsuki for too long.
"Oh? Little princess thinks shes so tough~" The male walked over to you, lifting your chin forcing you to look up at him.
"Yeah, I'm pretty fuckin' tough." You had no room for panic, you had to stall... just enough for Katsuki to find you.
He had put a tracking device in you. As much as you hated it, he feared that someone would do just this...
And he knew you wouldn't just randomly move around without telling him.
"Well then I'm sure beating you to death would be perfect, but I think it'll piss him off more to-... ah no no I can't spoil the fun." His thumb padded over your bottom lip you attempted to bite his thumb but he pulled his hand back and smacked your face.
You didn't react, you just grit your teeth and glared at the male.
"As soon as your shitty boyfriend or whatever it is comes through that door we'll kill these two over here and then them. Dont you think that's just swell y/n? To kill someone with no remorse~" Shigaraki sounded happy, extremely happy as though he was planning more than just killing them.
You kept quiet.
"I mean it's not like you wouldn't know you're pretty good at hiding things, it took an awful lot of digging to find out that you killed a man at a club you worked at before you moved here..."
As he spoke your body had become rigid, how... how did he know about that? You covered it up... you made sure no one found out...
"Hmm, killing him with that pretty quirk of yours~ and you had done so much more with it too~ you covered it up so well... throwing acid at the poor man." Shigaraki laughed.
"You're so smart too~ I'm thinking of keeping you alive and turning you into one of my little toys~ of course Dabi will be making sure you're well kept and looked after~" he hummed.
"I would rather kill myself." You snapped.
"Hmm too bad~ ya know! I'm thinking about this but when your boyfriend comes, I think I should keep him alive and force him to watch as you slowly become ours~ we could use your skills..." Shigaraki started.
"And you're attractive so no one would even give it a second thought... and that quirk is so powerful too~" Dabi then added on.
You hated your quirk, as much as it was helpful, after that... situation you had no choice but to stop using it.
But it was a really beautiful quirk too...
Your quirk turned you into a feral beast almost, but you had a strength that was passed down by your family, your quirk was from the goddess Inari.
A fox goddess, you turned into a beautiful woman with white fluffy ears and nine tails to match, no one would be able to tell the difference between you and the fox, you two looked like polar opposites.
It was dangerous but oh so beautiful.
You heard groaning coming from Deku and Kirishima. They were waking up, when they looked around and saw you they tugged at the cuffs trying to get out and even use their quirks but it was no use.
"Hmm those are special cuffs, no quirk can break them~ not even one for all~ it took a while to figure out the formula for them." Shigaraki scratched his neck and laughed a little.
Your body tensed as the blonde girl found her way into Dekus lap, he tensed up as her hands trailed along his body as though she was familiar with his body.
"Ah~♡ Izuku-kun you smell so good~♡ your blood smells so good~♡" she hummed happily, a blade dragging along his cheek, beads of blood falling from his cheek.
"Please let them go..." you said quietly.
"Huh? What was that?" Shigaraki turned to face you looking down at your bowed head.
"Please let them go you want me and Katsuki. Theres no reason to drag them into something they have no part in." You spoke as if they weren't just planning on killing them...
"Ah we can't~ see we gotta kill them or they'll thwart our plans~ like that angry little boyfriend of yours~"
"Please, just let them go, I'll do anything like you said, my quirk is powerful use me. Let them go." You tugged at the cuffs again.
"Oh~ I love it when you beg~ it's so cute~" Dabi mumbled as he got behind you trailing a finger along your arm.
You couldn't tell what Dabi mouthed to Shigaraki but he laughed.
"They'll be let free soon enough, but as for you I must admit~ it's going to be exciting to watch his reaction when he arrives."
"What the hell do you mean?!" Your body almost lunged forward but you were met with a powerful hit to the back of your neck. Knocking you out instantly.
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[Ah no sexual stuff yet lmao this really did take a twist, I'm literally starting the next part :3 it'll have the spice you crave. I also hope it isn't too much I was just thinking about angst and I got caught up in my own head about writing it like this XD I'm really sorry.]
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Part 2a
Part 2b
#izuku midoriya#kirishima eijirou#bakugou x reader#bnha bakugou#katsuki bakugou#bakugou katsuki#bakugou smut#bnha smut#boku no hero academia smut#boku no hero x reader#boku no hero academia#my hero academy fanfiction#my hero academia#mha bakugou#+18#smut#reader x character smut#himiko toga#dabi#shigaraki tomura#kurogiri
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Clockwork
A/N: it’s ya girl, back at it again after OVER A YEAR of not posting a fic. I’ve been working really hard this year in getting back into writing, and I’d like to think I’ve improved since I last posted here. So, let me know what you think. Like, comment, REBLOG, I go feral for the last two. Also S/O to @writeyourmindaway whose custom line divider I used! Much love, in these oh so trying times.
Summary: Bucky x Female!Reader (established relationship). Reader is a part of the team, and endowed with the skills of MacGyver and a science degree. She’s also been kidnapped, disarmed, and locked inside with a ticking bomb. It’s not great.
Word count: 2296
Category: fluff, light angst and self-deprecation. We been there. No warnings. Enjoy!
You’ve got 10 minutes before the walls come caving in. Four red, white and blue wires snake around four identical corners joined by enough incendiary to turn you to ash. The door is locked from the outside and your previous attempts at breaking it open have proved both a waste of time and a bruising task.
At 8 minutes and 35 seconds, you’ve assessed the bomb’s components and begin to thoroughly scan the small bathroom. A wall radiator attached to brown metallic pipes, definitely gas fed, is beside the ceramic toilet bowl. It tells you that not only are they planning on wiping you out, but burying the entire building beneath flames and rubble. On the floor there’s cleaning bleach and a blue bottle of standard toilet cleaner. You grab one of them and put it on the sink. In the mirror-cabinet above, you find a small manicure pouch. Immediately, you pull out tweezers and a metallic file. There’s no trimming scissors so you take the nail clipper instead.
The impending explosion is the most immediate threat, so that’s where you begin. Using the tweezers you unscrew the plating, and pry open the metal casing with the nail file to expose wiring. Four wires, same sequence as the external, red—blue—white—blue. You snip the last blue wire with the nail clippers. The timer stops at 7 minutes and 1 second.
It’s not over yet. In 7 minutes and 1 second, the assholes who locked you inside with a bomb will be wondering why there weren’t any fireworks. Then, they’ll be back. You may be able to diffuse a bomb but your capabilities end at stopping an army of bullets.
There’s a knock on the door.
You stop breathing. Tilting your head toward the door, you listen closely and hear heavy pants. Inching back to the sink you pick up the bottle of bleach.
Another knock, this time followed by a tentative call.
“Y/N?”.
You put the bottle down. “Bucky?”
A sigh comes from the other side. “Fuckin’ hell. Next time you get kidnapped, try not to lose your comms.”
Tilting your head back, you let out a deep breath before moving closer to the door. “I’ll try to remember that. Can you let me out now? There’s a bomb-“
“Shit.” A ruffling followed by a grunt comes from Bucky’s side. “Move away from the door.”
You immediately scurry to the sink, as three pops to the door’s hinges allow Bucky to enter the small room.
His dark hair is matted to his face, drenched in sweat. His thick blue vest holds a darker spot on his left side, not much bigger than the size of a fist. Blood, maybe. ‘His’, you wonder. ‘Or someone else’s’. He’s grinning at you, skin stretched at the corners of his mouth, a pleasant image despite the huge semi-automatic attached to his back. ‘Definitely someone else’s’.
You smile back at him. “You took your sweet time.”
He glances at the left wall hosting the disarmed bomb and quirks an eyebrow at you. You shrug your shoulders in response. “Couldn’t wait forever, babe.”
Bucky moves to respond, but is interrupted by distant shouts. “New friends of yours?” he asks.
“Clearly,” you reply, nodding to the explosives. “Did you by chance bring some friends of your own? A small army, perhaps?”
“Not exactly. We knew you’d be somewhere in the area, but there’s about five industrial bases within a 10 mile radius.” He removes the gun from behind his back, reloading the magazine. “The team had to split up. Didn’t think you’d be kept here though.”
Which is exactly why he checked, he goes on to explain. When the others reported unoccupied spaces, he’d almost given up. Until Tony conveniently mentioned how odd it was for there to be a 3-storey colonial home in the middle of an industrial outlet.
You hum in acknowledgement, moving once more toward the sink. “My man, ever the hero.” You send a wink his way. You open the cabinet once more and pull out a bottle of clear liquid. “Buck, pass me the bleach.”
The thundering footsteps of armed idiots inch closer towards your position. Your 7 minutes are up.
He hands you the heavy container, and you immediately pour the clear liquid into it, screw the cap and hand it back to him. You move back to the bomb, detaching the C-4 explosives from the rest of the mechanism.
“Care to explain what it is you’re doing?” Bucky shifts to move closer to you, but you hold a hand up at him.
“Please don’t move. There’s some highly exothermic chemistry waiting to happen in that,” you point at the bottle in his hand, “and I’d rather it didn’t happen here.” You grab the beige blocks of C-4 with their fuses still attached.
“Right. Usually I’d find this really hot but, we’re on a clock sugar.” The group of Hydra militants have entered the bottom floor, and you can hear commands being shouted.
“Then let’s dip. Hand me the bleach, you take this,” you say, piling the explosives into his unarmed hand. You take the bottle and finally exit the bathroom meant to be your final resting place. Gross. You leave those thoughts for later.
Short static buzzes come from Bucky’s ear, as he presses down on the hidden earpiece. “Yeah, I’ve got her……. There’s too many of ‘em right now for just the two of us….. think you can pick us up from the roof?”
Another final buzz and Bucky looks to you and nods. “Whatever you’re planning on doing, do it now. Sam’s ETA is 2 minutes.
Your assailants have cleared out the first floor, and are making their way up the second. You estimate 30 seconds before they find your position.
You shake the bottle in your hands and immediately feel heavy waves of heat permeating through the plastic. “Then this should buy us some time.”
As you make your way down the corridor with Bucky scoping ahead, you uncover the bottle and let its contents run out in front of you, immediately backing away and covering your mouth. Toxic white fumes escape and a small, but dense fog settles ahead of the spill, growing as more liquid evaporates.
The pair of you run towards the window at the end of the hall. As you reach your destination, a smattering series of coughs and heaving erupts behind you.
“What the fuck is that?!”
“Shit! Cover your nose!”
“I think...I’m gonna…gonna…pass-” followed by a heavy thunk.
Bucky turns to you, bewildered and confused. “What was that?”
“Really crude chloroform. Very nasty stuff, concerningly easy to make.” He gives you an impressed smile, as if to say “not bad”, and proceeds to break through the window with his metal arm.
Clearing out the glass shards, he beckons you to go first. You climb onto the roof and he hands you the plastic bricks of C-4 before slinging himself up to join you.
“How long till Sam gets here?” you ask him, squinting as harsh winds blow into your face.
“Why don’t you look up, sweetheart,” a familiar voice announces. You glance towards the sky and see Sam hovering above you, a halo of sunlight framing his head. A very fitting image indeed.
“Y’all ready to bounce or what?” Grinning from ear to ear, he lowers down onto the roof and engulfs you in a hug. “Damn girl, you really had us scared for a minute.”
“Only a minute?” You scoff. “Might as well leave me here then.” Smiling into his shoulder, you hug him back, happy to feel safe again.
“Please don’t. Let’s move before you don’t have an actual choice,” Bucky interjects, his eyebrows tensed but his light expression remaining.
“Right. Hope y’all don’t get air sick,” Sam grabs onto each of your hands, extending his wings.
“Wait!” You shout. Grabbing the explosives you ask, “Any of you guys got a match?”
You take the lighter Bucky provides you with and ignite it. You move towards the edge of the roof and burn the fuses of each brick of C-4, before throwing them into the broken window below.
Immediately you sprint towards the waiting men, and grab Sam’s hand. “Okay, go go go go go!”
Without any further delays, Sam takes off with a grunt, arms straining as he takes you three airborne. Not even 13 feet into the air do the explosions begin, the roof you previously stood on exploding in a fiery blaze. Almost immediately, the horde of enemies who had hunted you flee the house through the bottom floor. From your view, they looked like ants being fumigated from their burrow. How appropriate.
“They’re escaping!” You shout over the whipping wind, but Bucky hears you. He nods no, before pointing in the distance behind you.
Looking back, you see an ever distant figure breaking through the scene of blue sky with streaks of red and gold. On the ground, Steve’s shield knocks down a round of men in one swoop whilst Wanda’s red magic incapacitates another.
You look back at Bucky and grin.
“Man, I love you guys.”
“I brought you something.” Bucky’s low voice interrupts your star-gazing as he joins you on the balcony. You look back at him. Steam rises upward and into his face from your favourite mug (the bright pink one with a 2005 Barbie movie plastered on its side).
“Aw, you remembered,” you coo at him, grasping the mug between your palms. The hot air rises to your face and you sigh deeply. Your hands tremble a little. It’s been a long day.
“The colour’s hard to forget,” he grins. “How are you though?” Bucky stands beside you, so closely you can hear him breathing. You can feel his eyes on you, and decidedly ignore his question. You blow gently into the tea and take a sip.
The disgust on your face is evident.
Your boyfriend rushes to explain. “It’s Valerian root. It’s supposed to help relieve stress or somethin’…” he trails off. You’re crying. “Is it that bad? You don’t have to finish it or-,”
“No,” you turn to face him. He’s looking at you gently, calmly, like he already knows what you’re going to say.
You say it anyway. “I should be happy. We did what we were supposed to do, and nobody who wasn’t supposed to get hurt, didn’t. We got the bad guys, again.” You scrunch up your face, and briefly squeeze your eyes shut, feeling even more pathetic for crying. “And I got captured, again. Someone had to save me, again.” It stings. This is the second time it’s happened in this month and though it has little to do with your performance, it definitely feels that way.
“I didn’t get hurt, and I know I should be happy about that. Everything worked out in the end, but, god Bucky!” The tea sloshes out of the cup and onto both your feet. You pause to look down at the mess, then up at him, and you lose it.
Bucky quickly takes the mug and places it out of reach. Wrapping his arms around you, he holds you as you cry into his shoulder.
“I-I don’t even know why I’m losing it.” You feel palms gently moving across your back, and for some reason it makes you cry harder. “I-, we got out, we’re safe. I just-”
“Just because you left unmarked, doesn’t mean you left unaffected Y/N,” he speaks into your ear, hugging you tighter. “What happened to you could’ve happened to any one of us. No matter how much we plan, we don’t always know how our enemy is gonna react. You got out. More than once. That definitely counts for something.” He unwraps his arms from your body and steps back to look into your eyes.
Your crying has dwindled to tearing, but tracks (and a little bit of snot) remain.
He cups your face, forcing you to look at him. “If it were me trapped in there, I probably woulda been barbecue.” You sniffle. “Smoked. Grilled. Roasted.” He continues and smiles at the breathy laugh you give in return.
“Toasted?” You continue, giving in to his jesting. He moves his hand from your face as you wipe the remnants of your tears away.
“Exactly. Not to mention you’ve probably terrified them for life. Chemical warfare and an incendiary attack in less than 5 minutes? I’d be pissin’ myself if I didn’t know you were on our side,” he teases, grinning as you shake your head.
“You should still be pissing yourself. Valerian’s got actinidine, Bucky. Fly pheromones. That tea was so gross,” and with that, Bucky knew he’d done his job, at least for tonight. He could give you tonight.
“Yeah yeah,” he grabs you again and pulls you into his embrace. You weren’t gone for long, he knows, but a gram of anxiety niggled at him regardless. His worry and consequent relief was well hidden for your sake. But you knew. You always knew.
Lightly pressing your palm to his cheek, you lean in to kiss him, feeling his lips on yours in a sweet and delicate reciprocity. The air tonight is cold. It should be prickly, but it softens between the both of you. You let him know you love him, and how much you appreciate him. You also kindly remind him that he shouldn’t rely on every Google suggestion.
When you go inside, Bucky asks you about making chloroform, then gleefully interrupts you mid-explanation with another kiss. “You’re so hot when you science at me, babe.”
You fling a pillow at him and the night ends in love and laughter.
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