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thetwomeansofrefuge-musicandcats · 7 days

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May I request an a/b/o hitoshi shinso x cismale reader? They're all aged up, and a hero Shinso meets civilian reader. Just some fluffy interactions of shinso courting the reader, with a fluffy'n'smut ending? Thank you for your time!

wow this took so long to write lol

honestly i just took this idea and ran with it so i hope the wait was worth it ! also i haven't written for Shinso before so hopefully he isn't too ooc

(also he doesn't have a cannon hero name so i tried to get around that by the reader giving him a nickname instead)

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

CONTENT WARNINGS - 18+ MDNI, a/b/o, alpha!Shinso, omega!reader, slight scent and breeding kink, knotting, mating press, reader is a paramedic, reader treats shinso's minor wounds, fluff n smut, no beta we die like men w/c - 3.7k

Red and blue flashing lights made Shinso’s head hurt, straining his already tired eyes. Police cars and ambulances surrounded him and his fellow heroes, showing up after a particularly rough takedown. He had a couple of scrapes and bruises, but the paramedics wouldn’t let him leave before they assessed him. The only problem was, that there were others with more severe injuries than his own so it was taking a while.

As he sat on the curb, fiddling with his capture weapon, two work boot-clad feet entered his view. His purple eyes trailed up their legs, noticing the deep green uniform they wore with the paramedic shield embroidered over their chest pocket which held a couple of pens.

“Alright Mr. Hero, it’s your turn,” you grinned down at him, waving him towards one of the empty ambulances. He stood with a groan, feeling one of the cuts on his arm burn and sting. You climbed into the back of the ambulance, guiding Shinso to sit on the stretcher. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from you as you fluffed around his, slipping a sphygmomanometer around his arm and a pulse oximeter on his finger.

“Any pain anywhere?” You asked, and if he wasn’t looking at your lips he wouldn’t have noticed.

“No,” he muttered, watching how you gently inspected the cut on his arm. Even through the latex of the sanitised gloves, he could feel the warmth of your fingertips. Just when the band around his upper arm felt like it couldn’t get any tighter, it slowly deflated. You looked at the reading and smiled.

“Blood pressure is good.” But when you read the result of the oximeter, you frowned a little. Shinso didn’t like seeing you frown, and he wanted to do anything to see you smile again.

“Pulse is a little high,” you mumbled. If it was possible, he would’ve slowed his pulse at that moment, just to make this stranger happy. Readjusting the device on his finger, you also squeezed his hand in yours absentmindedly as you typed in his results onto your little laptop.

“I’ll keep this on a little longer, but otherwise you’re in good shape! I’ll just clean up your wounds a little and you should be good to go.” Finally, that smile was back on your face, showing off your pretty teeth while you changed your gloves.

The alcohol used to disinfect his cuts and scrapes stung, every time he would wince you would softly apologise. One by one, you tended to his wounds and with each bandage he felt himself growing more and more infatuated. As you softly dabbed an alcohol-soaked cotton pad over the smell scrapes near his hairline, he spotted something shiny under your uniform collar.

It was a scent-coating collar, torn and ragged around the edges, clearly old and worn out, but as he inhaled, he could smell the faint scent of you.

“You’re an omega,” he mumbled. You chuckled nervously, movements stuttering for a moment before you leaned away from him.

“Oh, yeah, guess I need a new one huh?” You joked, referring to the band that circled your neck. With a bandage in hand, you leaned back over Shinso and softly pressed it over the scrape, smoothing the edges down with your fingers.

“I’m just gonna check your eyes for any signs of a concussion,” you explained as you pulled out a pen from your pocket, clicking the small button on the side of it. The end lit up, and you pointed it towards his eyes.

“You should be fine… just making sure because you did hit your… head.” You trailed off, too concentrated on the way his pupils contracted and expanded. The way you bit your lip made his heart flutter, and he almost got worried the oximeter would read too high again. But that would mean he would get to stay with you longer so maybe it wasn’t a bad thing.

“Just keep staring at my nose.” Gladly. The light flickering in and out of his vision irritated his eyes even more, so he was thankful when you pocketed the pen and smiled.

“Alright, you’re good to go!” He almost wished there was something wrong just so you would stay with him, but alas, he left the ambulance. All of the other ambulances and police cars were gone, leaving just you, him and your partner.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

“No problem, Mr. Hero,” you grinned back.

“It’s-“ The walkie on your belt started barking out codes and addresses, to which you grimaced. Must not be good.

“Shit, gotta go,” you muttered, quickly turning and rushing back into the passenger seat of the ambulance. Your partner got in the driver's seat, and just before they turned on the lights and sirens, you leaned out the window and shouted goodbye to Shinso. He couldn’t stop his lazy grin as he waved back at you, watching you zoom away, off to save someone’s life, he presumed.

He didn’t realise how much of an impact you made on him until he had another rough take down and you weren’t one of the paramedics that showed up. He felt disappointed, and the way the paramedics tended to his injuries wasn’t as gentle as you were. He wasn’t sure why, but he missed you.

It took some searching, but eventually, he found you at an ambulance station during one of your few breaks from being on the road helping patients. As you were taking stock of the inventory in your ambulance, Shinso’s messy indigo hair.

“Hi Mr.Hero,” you greeted happily, climbing down from the back of the ambulance, clipboard in hand.

“What can I do for you? If you’re looking for medical assistance I’m required to tell you to go to the hospital, I can take you there if you need?”

“No, I’m okay,” Shinso denied. While your eyes flashed with confusion, the same gentle yet gleeful smile stayed on your lips.

“I just wanted to thank you.”

“Oh! There’s no need, I’m just doing my job,” you dismissed with a wave of your hand. It looked soft, and he wanted to hold it, brush his thumb over your knuckles, or maybe his lips. To stop him from grabbing your hand and doing just that, he fiddled with his capture weapon, just like he was doing when he first laid eyes on you.

While he didn’t like you denying your hard work as ‘just part of the job’, he understood where you were coming from. He often has the same mentality when it comes to being a hero, and that makes him feel closer to you.

“I also wanted to,” he hesitated, feeling an unusual anxiety bubbling up into his throat. Why did this feel so difficult?

“Ask you to dinner.”

Your smile dropped, and so did Shinso’s stomach. Your cheeks grew warm as you looked away from the hero, covering your mouth with your hand to hide your giddy grin. If you had a tail, it would’ve been wagging at the speed of sound. Composing yourself, you looked back at Shinso, but nervously couldn’t meet his hooded eyes.

“I’d love to.”

The weight on his shoulders lifted, and he quietly sighed in relief with the faintest smile. But as soon as you started to organise when to go out, you both realised that your schedules didn’t align very well. Shinso kept on his stoic appearance even as he felt his hopes crumble. Was this really how it ended, before it even started, all because of conflicting schedules?

But finally, there was a night when you and him were free. It was a month away, but at least it was something. That date is what carried him through work. On tough days, he would remind himself of his dinner with you, counting down the days until it finally arrived.

He couldn’t believe how nervous he felt, but at least his stoic demeanour didn’t betray that fact. The flame of the candle on the table flickered and swayed, Shinso’s purple eyes watching its every move. Time felt like it was moving too slowly. What felt like ten minutes of watching the flame dance was truly only a minute, but every second of it made him more and more anxious.

The longer he waited, the more he fretted that you weren’t going to show up. Perhaps the month's wait had given you enough time to change your mind. Tugging on his sleeves and collar didn’t help to cool him down, but it was the only sign that he was upset. Just as he was about to get up and leave, the chair across from him was pulled back.

“I’m so sorry I’m late!” How could he be mad at you? Your skin glowed in the candlelight, your lips parted in an apologetic smile that showed your beautiful teeth (even with any imperfections). You sat down before holding up a single rose in your hand and handing it to him.

“As an apology.”

“I wasn’t sure what kind you liked,” you explained sheepishly, hands nervously fiddling in your lap under the table.

“Don’t worry, it’s perfect,” he smiled softly. Thankfully dinner continued without a hitch, except for when a fan wanted a picture with Shinso. He was annoyed until he caught you stifling a giggle across the table. He loved to see you laugh.

When dinner was over, he didn’t want to say goodbye, even as you stood outside the restaurant, a cab waiting, he didn’t want to let go of your hand. It just fit so well in his. As you turned to him, looking up into his tired eyes, you smiled.

“I had a really good time,” you admitted, squeezing his hand. Lifting up onto your toes, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. While it was only quick, to Shinso it felt like an eternity. Your soft lips on his skin, your scent clouding his senses, your palm on his chest to steady yourself. It took everything in him to not sweep you off your feet at that moment and claim you as his omega. But alas, you stepped away, with a final call for him to text you before you climbed into the taxi.

He was more infatuated than ever, finding more and more opportunities to visit you at the ambulance station. After learning your favourite snacks, he would drop them off for your lunch or dinner if you were working later. Sometimes he’d even leave flowers and on a Valentine’s Day when you were working, he left chocolates and a stuffed bear.

On nights when it was too late for a date but you were both free, you would talk on the phone for hours.

“And then she tried to hit me when I tried to check her blood pressure! I get that no one likes it, but come on! There’s no need to get violent,” you ranted.

“I know what you mean, I feel like old ladies just want to let their anger out at anyone who cares. One time I got a lady's purse back from a robber and she yelled at me for swinging her purse around too much,” Shinso replied with a soft chuckle. You bit your lip when you heard the sound. It was melodic.

“I mean, we’re just trying to help, aren’t we?” You agreed, rolling onto your stomach, legs idly swinging behind you.

“How did you go after the handoff today?” Shinso asked, running his fingers through his soft hair as he also lounged on his bed. Earlier that day, he caught a man in a hit-and-run who didn’t quite like being held accountable. He was claiming he had chest pains which meant an ambulance had to be called, and Shinso was super happy when he saw you climb out of the vehicle.

“He got worse once you and the cops were gone, the asshole even ripped off my collar,” you grumbled. Shinso felt possessiveness and anger at the thought of that guy putting his hands on you and harming you.

“You weren’t hurt, were you?” He asked.

“I’m fine, my partner managed to subdue him until we got him to the hospital.” It eased his worries to hear you were unharmed, but he was still worried about you.

“Are you doing anything tomorrow night?” He asked, chewing on the inside of his cheek. Your hum through the speaker sounded like a soothing drone, he could use it as white noise if he wanted to.

“Don’t think so, why?”

“Do you want to come over? Dinner and a movie at my place?” Your legs kicked behind you like an excited teen, butterflies swarming your stomach.

“I’d love to.”

Both you and Shinso slept with grins, excited for the next evening. Work felt like a breeze, nothing could get you down when you knew you would be seeing Shinso when your shift ended. He felt the same, if not more excited and anxious.

Before you knew it, you were standing on his doorstep, fist raised shakily to knock on the door. As soon as your knuckles hit the wood, it swung open, revealing Shinso. He must’ve been waiting on the other side of the door.

He invited you in, to which you graciously accepted. You didn’t miss how he held one arm behind his back, but you were too distracted by looking around his home to say anything. It was cute, and you noticed the cat toys strewn about. Shinso cleared his throat, your attention now trained on him.

“I got something for you,” he mumbled, revealing the box he was keeping hidden. He seemed nervous, which made you feel anxious in return. With ginger touches, you took the box and opened it enough to peek inside. It was a collar, amethyst in colour with shining silver metal on the buckle. A definite upgrade from your last one.

“Shinso!” You gasped, picking it up from the box. The inside of it was soft so it wouldn’t irritate your skin, and you could smell that slightly chemical scent that would cover yours.

“It’s beautiful!”

“Do you like it?” He still asked, wanting to quell his anxiety.

“I love it,” you grinned, wrapping your arms around his waist, and pulling him into a tight hug. He quickly reciprocated, head tucked into your shoulder. Without the old collar, he could smell your scent entirely. It was sweet, intoxicating. You pulled away and turned your back to him while holding up the collar.

While he wished you didn’t have to cover your scent, he still complied, clipping on the collar, wanting to do anything to make you happy. Using your phone as a mirror, you admired how the piece looked around your neck, unable to hold in your excited squeal.

Pulling the hero in for another hug, you muttered repeated thank yous. He held you in his arms as you pulled back to look up at him. Shinso’s smile was soft, but it was enough to make you feel jittery. With your gaze locked on his, the world around you fell silent.

Slowly, he leaned down, lips meeting yours in a kiss so passionate it made your knees weak. But you weren’t worried, you knew he would catch you. His hands groped and tugged on your body, palms rough from years of hero work. Your hands found his hair, threading through the soft strands. Everything grew heated, clothes striped and initial date plans pushed to the side until you were finished.

The rest of the night felt feather light, and like there was a warm glow around Shinso, the edges of your vision tinted in rose. Dinner tasted like magic because he cooked it. And the movie was perfect because he picked it. Everything about him was amazing. You were on cloud nine, even as you went to bed alone in your home.

But that all changed by the next morning. Your body felt hot, coated in a sheen of sweat, and struggling to breathe. Stumbling out of bed and making your way to the bathroom, you could feel the slick between your thighs and realise how hard you were. Your reflection showed your sweat-dotted face and messy hair. Your cheeks didn’t cool even after you splashed cold water on your face, so all you could do was slink back into bed.

Your encounter with Shinso last night must’ve had more of an effect on you than you thought, leaving you in heat and needing more. Even as your hands shook, you managed to dial the man in question.

“Hello?” He spoke into the phone. His voice made you whimper, which he heard.

“‘toshi,” you whimpered.

“Is everything okay, baby?” He asked.

“Need you. So bad,” you panted, unable to resist the temptation of palming yourself through your underwear.

“What’s wrong?” The concerned tone in his voice was noticeable.

“In, ah, heat.” You swore you could hear him fumble the phone.

“I’ll be right there okay? Just hold on for me.” He hung up, much to your chagrin as you wanted to keep listening to his voice. It felt like an eternity before he finally showed up. You met him at the door, almost tackling him the second the door opened. He managed to get you back inside, even as you tried to climb him like a tree.

With your arms and legs wrapped around him, he carried you back inside, trying to ignore the way your scent made his body react. He felt himself growing hard, and a hot flush washed over his body. He wanted nothing more than to fuck you right then and there, but he needed to wait a little while longer, then he could have you. Carrying you to your bedroom was the easy part, but getting you to let go of him was another level of difficulty.

You ended up just dragging him onto the bed with you, desperately clawing at his back to keep him close, to drown in him. His hands shook, his grip on you wavering as he fought his urges. As much as he wanted to breed you, he wanted to make his omega as comfortable as possible.

Finally unlatching you from his body, leaving you to whine and squirm on the bed. Hitoshi shrugged the duffle bag off his shoulder, one you hadn’t even noticed. Blanket after blanket, he pulled them from the bag and placed them around you on the bed, creating a nest for you.

“I wanted to bring pillows but I didn’t have enough room-” your lips collided with his, arms pulling him close till your body was flush against his.

“It’s perfect,” you whispered between kisses, slowly pulling him down to the bed. Desperately needing air, he parted from your kiss as your back hit the mattress. You looked like a god below him, the sweat dotting your skin made your body glow. Your hands cupped his face, warm palms on warmer cheeks.

“Please Hitoshi, make me your omega, be my alpha.” All self-control left him when he heard those words fall from your sweet lips. Capturing your lips once more, his needy hands started pulling on your clothes, desperately wanting to feel your bare skin against his. He couldn’t get them off fast enough, almost resorting to tearing them off when your lips trailed down his neck. Your scent had flooded his senses, his vision clouded fuchsia and all he could think about was you, you, you.

The moment your underwear was pushed down enough, your hand travelled down between your thighs, fingers collecting the slick around your hole before gently but eagerly pressing them inside. You couldn’t wait for Hitoshi to undress himself, and the sight of you preparing yourself for his cock was something he never wanted to forget. As soon as his clothes were off, his fingers prodded your entrance. Reluctantly you removed your fingers, but you were given little time to dwell before his thicker digits fingered you.

You occupied your hand by jerking your cock, the wetness on your fingers helping your hand glided smoothly. There were practically hearts in Hitoshi’s eyes as he watched your face contort with pleasure, your eyebrows knitting together when he added a third finger to your wet hole.

He couldn’t wait any longer, retracting his fingers and hooking your knees over his shoulders. Using your slick as lube on his cock, he pressed his tip to your tight ring of muscle, biting his lip to hold in a hiss of pleasure when he slowly thrusted himself inside you. You, however, moaned unabashedly as his cock carved itself inside you, making it fit perfectly like two puzzle pieces.

Hitoshi was quick to start an even pace, pressing your knees to your shoulders so his cock could thrust even deeper inside you. You couldn’t grab him in this position as much as you wished you could, instead twisting his blankets in a white-knuckled grip. Your eyes rolled back, swearing he was rearranging your guts at that very moment. Hitoshi couldn’t stop his groans as he felt your walls cling to his cock, pulling him back in every time his hips pulled away.

Precum dribbled from your tip, leaving glistening droplets on your stomach. The purple-haired man above you leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours to inhale your scent, angling his cock to hit your prostate in the process. Each thrust against the spot sent shockwave after shockwave of pleasure through your body, making your fingers and toes tingle.

Groans turned to growls as Hitoshi felt his peak building, his knot beginning to swell. He rut could only rut himself inside you, letting go of your knees to wrap his arms around your arched back instead, bodies pressed together. Your ankles quickly locked behind his back, preventing him from pulling out, as if he even wanted to, nails leaving red marks across his shoulder blades. Hitoshi tucked his head between your neck and shoulder, teeth brushing against your skin, but not yet biting down.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he growled over and over, his voice straining and growing in pitch until he reached his peak, ropes of cum coating your insides as his teeth finally sunk into flesh. The feeling of him filling you with his seed, his knot locking you together, and him officially making you his omega brought you to orgasm. Hitoshi’s hips finally stilled, panting against your neck as you both came down from your highs. Your fingers played with his soft hair, unable to stop a smile from gracing your lips.

Hitoshi pressed a soft kiss to the bite mark on your shoulder before lifting his head. He smiled softly, threading his fingers with yours as he kissed you deeply.

“My omega.”

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i hope you enjoyed :) also writing the next chapter of personal pornstar so stay tuned ;)

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thetwomeansofrefuge-musicandcats · 9 days

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worship at the foot of my throne

Demon King!Enji Todoroki x f!Reader

summary: as the bait of a sacrificial cult, reader realises the reason she may have been recruited lies solely with her being a virgin—the perfect offering for the king of demons

wc: 3.1k

cw: fem!reader, reader is wearing a little dress and has her hair pulled, reader is a sacrifice, power imbalance, age gap (bc demon age), big size kink, corruption kink, reader is tied up in the beginning but is untied before smut, virginity, mention of drugging but not actually, oral(m!), masturbation(f!), pussyjob, noncon/dubcon, mention of blood/gore, dark content ahead — unedited, nsfw, MDNI

The pentagram painted in red paint reminded you sickeningly of blood. You hadn’t really believed they would actually sacrifice people, least of all put you on that metaphorical platter to be served up, but their insistence that it would work this time now they had a virgin to offer was… troubling.

It was a stupid move to let your friend convince you it would be fun to join her for a religious ritual with her friends, but it was too late that you found out she had been hiding this group were worshippers of evil and she had befriended you solely as an offering to solidify her indoctrination.

It was too late when they tied you up in intricate rope bindings and laid you in the centre of the pentagram, standing around you in a circle, chanting.

You hadn’t thought anything would really happen, but you were still scared. You didn’t know how far this went, or what they planned. The extent of this ritual was all a mystery you were only being revealed bit by bit, and whether they decided the final piece of this ritual was killing you and letting your blood mix with the red paint on the wooden floorboards was something only time would tell.

You struggled against the bindings, muffled attempts at begging them to untie you going unnoticed from underneath your cloth gag—you could only be glad they hadn’t laced it with chloroform and that you still had some chance of fighting for your life if it came to that.

Beyond the flickering flames lighting the tall red candles they had surrounding the circle, separating you and them, the shadows danced across the walls, creating shapes your creeped out mind could make out as warped faces, hands reaching out, open and hungry jaws with rows and rows of sharp teeth.

You closed your eyes to avoid looking, not wanting to see the horrors the human mind could conjure.

The old basement of this house was unnerving enough, plunged in darkness. You had been hooded to be brought here—for initiation, you had been told—so even if you could get away, you wouldn’t know your way even out of the house after you had gotten up those creaky stairs. You were truly lost and afraid on this night.

Only a miracle would see you out of the basement unscathed, and your bindings were already rubbing your wrists sore as you squirmed.

When they left, single file, going up those steps to lock you down in the darkness alone, lit by candlelight that was quickly burning out, you let out a frustrated scream, arching against the restrained expertly weaved and knotted. If you hadn’t known better, you might have guessed you had been brought to a type of sex club with how the ropes looked.

The air went cold, a breeze flooding over your body making you shiver and blowing all the candles out, changing the light in the room to the ominous red glow of the pentagram painted beneath you.

It felt warm on your exposed skin, comparatively nicer than the cool dank of the basement. You shivered from the change, eyes darting around, straining to see anything, but the dark loomed closer now and had consumed the room with a new depth that was palpable, as if you could reach out and take a handful of it. Not only couldn’t you see, but the darkness was infectious. It seeped into you, a swirling, living inky mass that ticked along your arms and flipped your stomach.

What felt like a finger, but too large to be human, traced a line down from your sternum to your bellybutton.

“They finally got it right.” His voice came from everywhere and nowhere, not from any direction you could pinpoint. “Fools.”

You simpered, alarm bells ringing in your head but you were frozen in place, barely breathing, heart pounding. The deep tones of the demonic voice, rumbling and low and enrapturing, shouldn’t have sounded so pleasing.

If their ritual worked and they had actually managed to summon the demon they worshipped, things were going to get a lot worse. You really were going to need a miracle to get out alive.

The glow below you brightened, blindingly so, enveloping you in its light. As quick as it came, it went, vanishing altogether, but no longer were you in the sightless dark. Still, it was hard to see, but from your place on the floor now, you could see you were no longer in that dingy basement.

You could see flames lighting the walls, and the air was hot like a summer’s evening.

When you raised your head, shaky and in full disbelief that any part of this was genuinely happening, you gazed up at a large throne, and upon it, splayed with thick thighs spread to reveal a noticeable bulge beneath a loincloth, was a large, red-skinned demon.

With a snap of his fingers, the rope and gag singed away to little more than residual ash, allowing you to breathe easier, inhaling deeper than before.

You panted, not being able to tear your gaze from his massive form, his unwavering, hungry stare making you feel like a rabbit to a fox, pulse hammering under your ribs while he waited for his time to snatch the life from you.

“Don’t look so afraid of me.” He beckoned you to his side. “Here. Sit.”

You don’t respond. You can’t.

“I’m not going to hurt you. If you do as I say.”

With weak limbs, you crawled closer, hesitant to get too close, but everything here was unknown and unnatural to you. He burned away your bindings and though the fire flashed brightly, it didn’t burn your skin. He could have been telling the truth, that he wouldn’t hurt you, but he was also a demon from a realm unfamiliar to you—were demons known for their honesty? You doubted it.

“Good girl.”

You wanted to be more embarrassed of your lack of clothing, small dress showing cleavage and barely covering your ass as you sat on your knees at the edge of his throne, but he wasn’t modest either. The cloth over his crotch left nothing to the imagination. You could tell he was big.

“What do you want?”

“I want what is mine.” He reached down to cup your face in one large hand, palm cradling your chin and fingers curled to dip into your cheek. He ran hot, and you wanted to lean into his touch, but refrained. “And you are mine.”

“Why me?”

“Because you are a virgin,” he said bluntly. “I wouldn’t have graced those fools with my presence otherwise.”

Your face ran hot as you squirmed. You had never been embarrassed about that before, fine with waiting for the right person, the right time, but being seen, having it said out loud so crassly, made you drop your eyes from his face, his wide shoulders, his broad, solid strength.

He was intimidating, and could read you with such ease. It was an unfair advantage.

He didn’t smile, or tease, or gently coo down at you. The scar across his face made the unreadable blank look on his face all the more unnerving.

“What do you think I’d want someone like you for?”

Your mouth ran dry thinking of the possibilities. Of how he’d take you, ruin you. You peeked up through your eyelashes at the side of his thighs, muscular and thick, bracketing his cock. He wouldn’t be kind. He wouldn’t be patient. He’d hurt you.

He’d defile you.

You were only able to nod your head, the words stuck in your throat.

“Good. Then you know what to do.”

You blink up at him, eyes wide and innocent.

His hand moved from under your chin to the back of your head and guided you face-first towards his cock, pressing your cheek against it when you tried to push back, turning your face from him.

“Stop. I don’t want to—”

“I am your King.” Sternly, he pressed you further into his bulge, already semi-hard, not easing his hold on the back of your neck. “Learn your place is here, sooner if you don’t want me to take you unprepared, in front of my kin.”

Your place: here, at his feet, servicing his cock.

You whimpered, pussy clenching around nothing at the thought, his brutishness reminding you of erotica novels, devilishly handsome, strong men or monsters claiming their woman. The way they’d let others look but not touch what was theirs. How they’d show them off as a symbol of their status and power, confident that no matter how much was on display, no one would dare cross the line and risk facing their wrath.

Would he care about showing you off? About you being used by them once he was done with you?

He said you were his, but how much did he really value you? If another virgin was sacrificed, would you be yesterday’s prize?

Shyly, you raised your hands to uncover his cock, taking hold of it. You needed two hands to wrap around it’s entire girth, and when you gave it an experimental pump, he sighed and leaned back into his throne to watch you, so small and delicate at his feet.

He could crush you so easily between his hands or thighs, but he didn’t. He wanted you to lower yourself to sin. He wanted to watch as you rolled in the mud and covered your body in the filth. He wanted to feed you dirt until all you could taste was it’s sweetness, slurping on worms and crunching on bugs, sticking out a blackened tongue to ask him for more, more, more.

He admired you lazily, stuck on the bounce of your breasts as you jerked him, twisting your hands around his length, clumsy and inexperienced and so cute.

Exactly why he liked girls like you.

Corrupting girls like you felt like stealing from the saints, just the right amount of hedonism to disrupt the equilibrium. The forces of good would know what he was doing, would know they had lost a sweet, good little thing like you to the likes of him.

And oh, they’d be so disappointed to know you’d fallen wayward under his influence.

When you opened your mouth enough to lick at his leaky tip, there was no going back for you. One taste led to another, to you sucking on the tip, to his hand on the back of your head once more, helping you take as much as you could manage. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. It was salacious, you looking up at him with misty eyes, lips shiny with spit, and he knew you were well and truly his, mind shaped to obey.

He was addicted to the uncoordinated, unrhythmic motions of your hands, disconnected from you tongue, from the little sucks and hums and breaths puffing against him from your nose as he held you down.

It was adorable, how you tried to please with no instruction of what he wanted, of what he liked.

He thought he could ask you anything now, and you’d do it straight away.

“Show me your tits.”

Your body burned under his gaze, consuming the length of your throat and the expanse of chest exposed as you pulled down the flimsy fabric to under your breasts, letting them fall out into the open, baring plush flesh begging to be touched and pebbled nipples.

He tugged your hair, pulling your mouth from his cock and leaving strands of spit connecting his hot tip to your bottom lip, to admire the way your tits hung, revealed to a lustful, heinous stare for the first time.

Never a more beautiful sight in the world.

“Touch yourself.”

He didn’t look you in the eye when he told you what to do, enraptured by the way you panted, catching your breath, thinking of how your heart inside your ribs, imagining how it must have been pulsing and alive like its own animal. Thought about how it might jump in his open hand if he were to hold it. Thought about how your lungs filled and expanded, how they, too, might be so captivating to watch work hard to keep you living.

And how that time spent living would now be spent living to worship and pleasure him. How precious.

“You’ve done it before, haven’t you?” His fingers tangled in your hair, tightening his grip to tug just that bit harder, to make you wince. That’s when he tore his gaze from your heaving breasts to your face. “You’ve had your fantasies. Virgins are never without their desires. Never have been. You’re no different.”

There was a cruelty in the way he spoke down to you, but you should have expected that. He was not your gentleman, but a beast, a monster that had nothing but malicious intentions for your body.

It dampened the fluttering of your arousal.

You hitched the skirt of your dress up, sucking in your bottom lip as you dipped your fingers beneath the fabric of your underwear to rub your clit, leaning back just enough that he could see what you did.

“Keep going.” He held you still as he rutted his hips forward, grinding his cock against your face. “Stretch your little cunt out on your fingers. I want to hear you become a slut for me.”

You stared back at him with one eye open as he fucked your face, his balls hitting your chin, his tip dribbling and leaking into your hair.

“As many as you can. You want to be able to take this cock, don’t you? Hm?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll make sure you do.”

He rumbled in his chest, jaw set as he looked at the mess he was making of you, not loosening his hold on your hair—he liked seeing the furrow of your forehead too much.

His cock seemed like it was steaming from how hot he was above you, nostrils flaring.

You were pumping two fingers into your pussy, adding a third, the stretch reminding you that he would stretch you further, maybe even split you open. He could, if he wanted to, if he decided that would amuse him more. He could make you bleed, he could fuck you so deep it would be unbearably painful.

“Show me how wet you are.”

With a dissatisfied sigh trembling from your lips, getting closer to orgasm but still to far to take a solid hold of it, you took your hand away from your ministrations and held it up for him to study, splitting your fingers to show the webs of essence that clung to your skin.

He chuckled, sickly amused by how to became a whore just to obey him.

“Good girl,” he hummed, admiring the wet shine of your hand. The words held a new meaning, because you weren’t good, not really. Not in the innocent way. You hadn’t been for a long time, not in your most depraved daydreams, but you were good for him.

He looked smug at how you were splayed under him, on your knees with your thighs spread, sticky arousal leaking from you. Ideas were spinning in his head. He wanted to pry you open, sink inside that unfucked hole and make it his, make it so nothing could fill you as good as he could, but that could wait. He wanted to see how desperate you were to get off, to see just how needy and shameless you could get just for a taste of your pleasure at his mercy.

He guided you to your feet, making you sit on his lap as he sunk back into his throne, your cunt so close to his cock that laid against his stomach. You hovered above him, afraid to sit flush against him, but he pulled your hips down so you pussy was pressed against the underside of his cock, his heavy balls right under your ass.

“Make yourself cum,” he instructed, moving your hips to drag along his length, catching your clit against the tip. “Use me, slut.”

You knew better than to disobey, certain he could think of worse things as punishment. It was embarrassing, but you were throbbing and your clit was begging for attention, you could feel your pulse in your pussy.

It wasn’t so bad if he wanted you to get off using him, right?

He was so thick and heavy, sliding your pussy along it let you feel just how big he was compared to you, the ridges and veins making you want to grind down harder.

You watched where you were connected, where you covered him in your slick and pre dribbled into the dark layer of hair of his toned stomach, to where your hands looked so small on his chest. It made you shiver, but you were addicted to how it made you feel. A toy in his lap, disposable, replaceable, his to manipulate. He could use you however he wanted and you wouldn’t have a choice in the matter, but being his cockwarming slut sounded appealing. Being in his lap, soaking in his body heat and rubbing yourself all over him like a cat in heat was so wrong it felt right.

After all, weren’t humans just animals? How could it be wrong to indulge those instincts?

The rumbling of his delight under your palms urged you on, grabbing at your breasts as you got yourself off, pinching your nipples and moaning for sin hadn’t felt so good. If you knew you could feel pleasure like this, you wouldn’t have waited, holding out on yourself. You’d have lost your virginity before your so-called friend would have had the chance to consider sacrificing you to this Demon King.

But who better to learn from than the king of sin? It had to feel the best in his experienced clutches compared to just any human man.

This had to be fate. This had to be a blessing in disguise.

You were gone on top of him, head thrown back in ecstasy as you rode out your orgasm, but when you came down, falling into him, you could only think of how much better it would feel for him to touch you, to stretch you on his thick, rough fingers, to prepare you for his hulk of a cock.

“Please,” you mumbled, lifting your head to look up at him with glistening eyes, drool on your chin that you hadn’t even been aware of. “Fuck me more.”

“There you are. No going back for you now. You’re mine.”

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thetwomeansofrefuge-musicandcats · 9 days

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scenario where shinsou and reader (fem) were having "fun" then they got caught by aizawa 🤭 [u dont have to write this lol!!] - v

Authors Note: Hello V!! Omg, thank you for using a sign off your the first person to do that I really hope I see you regularly! Oh! And please feel free to use emoji sign off if you’d like too, ＼(≧▽≦)／

OFC I’D WRITE THIS FOR YOU! I made it into more of a short fic bc like you said its like a scenario but hope you like it my friend! Also thank you for requesting Shinso, I LOVE Bakugo but I felt kinda bad for him being the only one in my MHA/BNHA masterlist

|♡| Red Handed |♡|

Shinso Hitoshi x F!Reader

Description: After a very tiresome meeting with Aizawa, your pro hero boyfriend decided you were the perfect candidate to let off some steam. Not only was he enjoying himself, but he was also getting some much needed revenge by fucking over his mentor’s desk. Too bad Aizawa decided to enter his office at the wrong time.

Rating: Smut

Disclaimer: Spanking, Light Choking, Exhibitionism, Degration + Praise, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Sex, Getting Caught Doin The Nasty, Angry Sex

Word Count: 1222

Links: Masterlist, Ask Me Anything, Tag List

“Fucking slut,” Shinso growled out, his thrusts slapping hard against your ass with every syllable. He was pissed, since becoming a pro hero Aizawa had managed to be up his ass about every mistake for the past month, and it seemed today was the last straw for your boyfriend.

This is what caused your current position, bent over his boss's desk, clothes haphazardly pulled down just enough so he had access to your aching cunt. You whimpered, pushing your ass to meet his leaking cockhead halfway, scratching at the dark oak desk from the ecstasy Shinso provoked.

"Toshi!" You cried when he hit a sensitive spot on your spongey walls, your pussy fluttering around him in a way that made his hips stutter before quickly working back into his rough pace.

Shinso's hands moved from his place on your back to trail up your sides, making sure to give your breasts a sharp squeeze, before placing two of his fingers on your pouty red lips. "Open," he commanded, a slight pant in his voice.

You whined once more but decided to obey since he already wasn't in the best of moods. You parted your lips, making sure to swipe your tongue along his fingers as two of his pale appendages into your mouth.

"Suck 'em, you know what I like," your boyfriend used his other hand to slap your ass, creating another red mark on top of the many finger-print-sized bruises you adorned. Quickly you got to work, swirling your tongue and moaning around his digits.

"Damn, had to shut you up with my fingers so we don't get caught," he laughed mockingly, although he himself was in no better shape than you. His usually flared-out purple hair was now starting to droop, sweat beading at his forehead as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes and the most adorable scrunch to his eyebrows as he focused on pushing himself as deep as possible in you. Fuck, why did he have to be so pretty?

You couldn't take it anymore, the way his dick stretched you out so deliciously, the way he moaned and grunted, the way he had a tight grip on your ass and tongue. "Toshi, Hitowshi bwaby, so gwood," you moaned, voice muffled by his fingers which were now stroking your tongue, thumb rubbing your cheek from the outside.

Shinso pulls out of your warm heat till only the tip was left, laughing at the way you cried out. You attempted to rub yourself on him, searching for any type of friction but Shinso was quick to push on your back, your breasts smashing against some very important documents Aizawa had.

"Look at you wiggle," he teased, watching at your cute little hole squeezed around nothing. "So fucking dirty, crying for my cock on my boss's desk," he paused to moan when you squeezed your cunt around his sensitive cockhead. His hand reached down to spread your lips, watching as he slammed his full length into you.

"Hitoshi!" You screamed, voice not coming clear since his hand abandoned your drooling mouth and moved to grip on your neck. He squeezed gently, providing a delicious pressure on your throat as he fucked you silly, thrusts so hard they caused ripples on your ass.

"Mmph, baby fuck! So fucking cute, do whatever I ask huh?" Shinso asked, spanking you once more. Your eyes closed as you let your tongue hand out of your mouth, completely drunk off the feeling your boyfriend provided you.

"Yeah, that's it, think you deserve a little reward," his hand reached down to rub your clit, messaging small circles in a way that had your toes curling. "Go ahead and cum baby, cum all over his desk.

There was just something so overwhelmingly hot about fucking on Aizawa's desk, the risk of being caught, the anger behind your boyfriend's movements, how Shinso mixed his degrading with sweet praises, so filthy to the point you couldn't keep quiet anymore despite your weak attempts. Shinso just felt too good, his long fingers lingering on your neck, your ass burning from his heavy hands, him toying with your clit, and of course, his large cock rubbing your sensitive walls in a way only he could. Within seconds the combination of these aspects had you creaming around Shinso's dick.

"C-Cumming! 'm cumming, Hitoshi please!" You begged, legs shaking from the intense feeling, surely you would have fallen if it wasn't for the desk beneath you. Your hands reached out to claw at whatever you could, knocking down some items in the process. "Toshi, please cum, wanna feel you so bad." Drool dribbles down your cheek you lean your head down onto the cool surface beneath you, withering in this intense feeling.

"Fuck, fuck! Why do you have to be so fucking tight—fuck hahh!" Shinso had let go of his grip on your neck and clit, leaving red marks from where his hands had previously been, and used both his hands to grab your waist, pulling you to meet his heavy thrusts.

By now your pussy was sopping wet, a thick creamy ring forming around the base of hm and dripping to his balls. Your pussy fluttered around him, squeezing him tightly almost making it hard to pull out. You always milked him so fucking good.

"Shit, why do you have to be like this? My perfect slut."

Shinso panted when he finally pumped one final time, reveling in the wet slapping sound that came from it before emptying his balls in your cavern. Even while he was cumming his thrusts never stopped, although now softer and more sparatic. In the end, you two were a mess, Shinso leaving over your body basking in the afterglow.

It felt so nice, feeling his cum slosh around inside you, his hands petting your head and allowing you to catch your breath. While Shinso could be rough he never failed to treat you like a princess after, you knew when you got home you would be showered in praises, kisses, and massages.

"You okay honey?" He rasped, humping you against the desk. Your cunt couldn't help but flutter around him despite being exhausted. You turned your head to meet his tired eyes, watching as his once angry face from earlier melted into a pretty smile.

"'m okay, but what about you baby? You feel better from earlier?" He chuckled at your response, always so attentive was his girlfriend. With a grin plastered on his lips, he placed gentle kisses on your back, his thurst finally halting as he pulled his head back to watch his cum leak out of you and back onto his cock.

"I'm fucking fantastic."

The intimate moment was halted by loud commotion coming from outside the office, angry stomps trailing down the hallway to the front of the door.

"They fucking did it again! I swear to god these kids will kill me, they destroyed so much fucking property! In fucking ruins!" The voice of Aizawa growled out, most likely screaming at his assistant before slamming his office door open.

Shinso was fast to react, quickly pulling out of your warm heat with a hiss before scrambling to pull his pants up and using his body to hide your naked body from the very angry pro hero.

"Oh my fucking god!" If Shinso thought Aizawa was annoying before, he was in for a real treat.

Authors Note: OKAY OKAY YOU CAN IMAGINE THE REST! I think Shinso would attempt to use his quirk to make Aizawa forget this whole fiasco but idk if he’s quick enough (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) Also sorry this is shorter than usual! But I hope you enjoyed anyways <33 Please leave a comment, lemme know what you think! Don’t forget to check out my other works, and requests are currently open!! BYE BYE (ノ*°▽°*)

Links: Masterlist, Ask Me Anything, Tag List

Tag List: @katscki, @libidinous-weeb

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thetwomeansofrefuge-musicandcats · 9 days

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scenario where shinsou and reader (fem) were having "fun" then they got caught by aizawa 🤭 [u dont have to write this lol!!] - v

|♡| Red Handed |♡|

Shinso Hitoshi x F!Reader

Rating: Smut

Disclaimer: Spanking, Light Choking, Exhibitionism, Degration + Praise, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Sex, Getting Caught Doin The Nasty, Angry Sex

Word Count: 1222

Links: Masterlist, Ask Me Anything, Tag List

"Toshi!" You cried when he hit a sensitive spot on your spongey walls, your pussy fluttering around him in a way that made his hips stutter before quickly working back into his rough pace.

"Shit, why do you have to be like this? My perfect slut."

"I'm fucking fantastic."

The intimate moment was halted by loud commotion coming from outside the office, angry stomps trailing down the hallway to the front of the door.

Shinso was fast to react, quickly pulling out of your warm heat with a hiss before scrambling to pull his pants up and using his body to hide your naked body from the very angry pro hero.

"Oh my fucking god!" If Shinso thought Aizawa was annoying before, he was in for a real treat.

Links: Masterlist, Ask Me Anything, Tag List

Tag List: @katscki, @libidinous-weeb

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Unknown Pleasures Ch.1

You’ve had a crush on Katsuki Bakugo since joining UA, but will another student change your mind?

Warnings: Minor angst

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The hum of the engine filled the car as the song stopped and Denki continued driving down the road. The last few weekends had consisted of Denki riling up whoever he could to come out on an adventure in his new car.

You sat in the middle back seat between Hanta and Katsuki, leaning your head against the headrest you let out a heavy sigh. A wave of relief washed over you finally being able to take your mind off responsibilities for a moment.

These random weekend adventures always lifted a weight off your shoulders and allowed you to enjoy your youth.

In the front seat, Hitoshi shifted uncomfortably. Hitoshi was a new addition to your usual cast of shenanigans. Denki had quickly befriended him much to the dismay of Katsuki who detested anyone new.

"What's Kirishima doing tonight?" Hanta asked curiously. Denki fiddled with his phone at a red light attempting to change the song.

"Oh, he is busy with Ashido~," Denki said in a sing-song voice.

"Tch- that's why you picked up this mind freak?" Katsuki huffed, making his disdain for a new face heard.

"Hey play nice blasty!" Denki called back to him.

Katsuki grunted and you giggled pinching his cheek, "Come on don't be rude," You teased.

"Cut it out!" Katsuki yelled smacking your hand away.

The light turned green, and Denki shoved his phone into Hitoshi's hand. "Why don't you be DJ man?" Denki suggested as he focused back on driving.

"You want me to choose a song?" Hitoshi clarified.

"Yeah, go ahead! I want to hear what you usually listen to!" Denki said encouragingly.

Hitoshi fiddled with Denki's phone until selecting the song Atmosphere by Joy Division.

"Oh! I love this song!" You exclaimed and began to sing.

Hitoshi's eyes wandered to the rearview mirror where he caught the reflection of you singing. The calm smile that painted your face as you sang the words perfectly caused his stomach to flutter.

However, the euphoria your playfulness gave him came crashing down when he noticed how your eyes wandered to Katsuki. Your eyes danced as they admired his face as if you were waiting for Katsuki to acknowledge you.

But what if you knew he looked at you the way you longed for Katsuki too?

His stomach only soured the more he observed the interaction. Katsuki's gaze stayed out the window completely indifferent to the softness of your expressions and the longingness in your eyes.

As if your soft features and carefree personality weren't enough to do him in, your voice was intoxicating as well. Hitoshi was sure he could spend a whole day listening to you sing his favorite songs.

Denki's voice infiltrated Hitoshi's daydream shattering his lovely image of you singing just for him.

"Alright, we're here!" Denki announced.

"About fucking time- had enough of being in this stupid car," Katsuki exclaimed and threw open the door exiting eagerly.

Hitoshi's eyes followed your figure as you quickly jumped out after Katsuki. The way the moonlight hit your skin as soon as you stepped out and your features bounced as you happily sprang in excitement forced him to suck in air to ground himself.

"You ready man?" Denki asked, noticing Hitoshi's slowness.

"Yeah," Hitoshi answered, forcing himself to blink away his desires and exit the car.

You five began to walk up a hiking trail. Denki had claimed the view had to be amazing at night, and hiking was one of the only things he could get Katsuki to agree to come to.

Hitoshi was new to the group and hung back observing the four of your interactions. It didn't take long for him to notice your gaze never left Katsuki. He was always in your line of vision and most of all he was the main person you responded to in the conversation. The other two boys might as well not have been there at all in your eyes.

Eventually, the conversation pushed you out as the three boys got into a heated discussion regarding something pointless.

Hitoshi quickened his pace, taking this opportunity to speak more with you.

"Hey," He called out to get your attention.

"Hey general studies~," You teased.

Hitoshi would have corrected you that he was enrolling in the hero course now, but your teasing caught him off guard and it took all his concentration not to be flustered by your comment.

"How are you enjoying the hike so far?" You asked.

"It's fine-," He shrugged his shoulders." So- what usually happens on these night outs?" he asked.

"Hmm- well usually we try to get in as much trouble as we can before Bakugo yells at us to go back," You giggled.

Hitoshi's nose scrunched up at the sound of how you sang out Katsuki's name. Your crush on him was all too evident.

But why?

What did you see in that belligerent blond?

“Are you excited to be in the hero course now?” you asked, snapping Hitoshi out of his thoughts.

“Yes of course. It’s all I’ve ever wanted… I’m especially excited to get to know everyone more.” He stated.

“Oh, that’s funny~ last I remember you said you weren’t here to make friends.” You teased.

Hitoshi flushed slightly at your comment, “Yes, I did say that- however, I find myself particularly excited to get to know you more. Speaking of that- would you like to go out to eat sometime?” He asked.

His words took the breath out of your lungs and froze your footsteps. Hitoshi stopped and turned to face you, taking in your shocked expression. You had never been asked out so straightforward before- nor did you expect it from your new classmate. And then there was your feelings for-…

Hitoshi spoke, bringing you out of your spiraling thoughts.

“It’s Bakugo, isn’t it?” He asked simply.

His words sent you into even more peril. In the brief time Hitoshi has spent with you he had picked up your crush on Katsuki. Was it that obvious?

“Is he your boyfriend?” Hitoshi asked further.

You stuttered like an idiot not knowing how to form a sentence after being so taken off guard. “He- well no he’s not but- I uh- I don’t-,” you tried to get out anything that would make sense. Thankfully, Hitoshi hated seeing you in such discomfort.

“It’s all right. You don’t have to explain, I think I understand. However… if you’re ever tired of waiting for him to appreciate you like he should- I can assure you I’d do a better job.” He spoke.

Your eyes searched his, completely overwhelmed by his boldness. His expression was genuine, calm, and serious. Hitoshi had every intention of laying out his affinity for you honestly and politely. It was unlike anything you had experienced before- and left you speechless.

“The hell are you two doing back there?” Katsuki spewed looking back at you both. In the fleeting moment you two had stopped to speak, the three boys had made some considerable distance.

Hitoshi let out a disgruntled sigh, the angry chihuahua's temper poked at his nerves. It was past cruel that such a vulgar man would have your affection. However, as Hitoshi averted his gaze from you to Katsuki he saw for the first time a quick shimmer of possessiveness in the blond's eyes.

Did Katsuki have some feelings for you after all? Or was it just his ego that appreciated your attention? Whatever the case, the tension that held between the two students was not going to be the last.

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee

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