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Aizawa prepping you for anal the first time with his long, delicious fingers covered in lube- achingly slow and so slick, but you're not allowed to touch your throbbing clit. The mere thought hits some type of way

jd;safl well this was too much for me to think about right now but okay oh god. I imagine he’d spoon you from behind and just fucking take all goddamn day if he had to aldjsf;.

You’re so squirmy, whining as he takes his time with you.

“It hurts--”

Shouta chuckles. 

He knows you aren’t referring to the long, slick fingers, pumping slowly in and out of your tight ass. If that were the case, you wouldn’t be shivering and trying greedily to take him deeper.

No. 

It’s that aching little clit of yours that needs attention. 

“Mmm I know.” He kisses your head. “Just a little longer.”

“But-”

“Shhh.”

Shouta refuses to rush. He curls an arm around your waist, pulling you more securely into his chest. You arch beautifully when he slides his free hand between your thighs, spreading his middle and pointer finger to squeeze your puffy lips between them. 

You gasp, daring to hope for relief, but those hopes are dashed when he avoids your clit completely.

“Pleeeeaase-” you whine, humping into his fingers. And he can’t help smiling against your scalp at the delicious sound. 

“Not yet, kitten. I want to see you cum with my cock in your ass... So we’ll have to take it slow.” 

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“The Teacher’s Pet” (Aizawa x Reader x Shinsou Lemon)

This fic is deeply meaningful to me. It’s freshly edited to fit my recent writing style. Please note it’s authentic to a real D/s scene so you’ll see repeat dialogue. Patrons got this fic 2 months early. So join me there if you’re looking for exclusive content ^^ Thank you so much to @smutbardpeach for editing this monster. It’s on Ao3 as well.

Kinks: Daddy, Master, Sir petnames. Babygirl, little girl, little one, whore, slut, princess, used at different points. MMF threesome. Exhibitionism. Collars. Leashes. “Classic BDSM” aesthetic. Creampie. Oral sex (M x f and f x m). Reader calls Shouta “Mr. Aizawa” to fuck with Shinsou. Shinsou is a whole ass adult. Lots of praise, dirty talk, face fucking, choking. Obedient submissive. Established relationship. Romance fluffsmut

Word count: 10k

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Hitoshi didn’t think he’d be so… nervous.

It isn’t as though this was some impulsive rendezvous; it’s been in the making for months, over which the three of you spent ample time getting acquainted, discussing boundaries and limits, and becoming comfortable with one another. 

Hell, he’s known Aizawa for almost a decade, having been his mentee for the majority of that time. 

Now, though, as he waits in this, admittedly, super comfy armchair in your bedroom, an anticipative knot pulls ever-tighter in the hero’s stomach. He feels juvenile; an anxious teen about to ask their long-time crush to prom. 

Come on Hitoshi,  he chides himself, emptying his lungs. With a gentle tug, he runs his fingers through his hair, then allows them to fall on the armrest with a thud. 

This isn’t like him. He’s supposed to be collected. Composed. 

Perhaps he’ll relax once the ball gets rolling.

“Good evening, Hitoshi,” comes Aizawa’s low, soothing voice as he slips through the bedroom door to join him. He’d entered silently. Not unexpected for the seasoned pro. “How are you feeling?” 

A quiet concern shapes his mentor’s features. Aizawa is patient. He awaits Hitoshi’s confirmation, eyes scanning the young man to search for signs of discomfort or trepidation. 

This simple gesture alone has Hitoshi’s muscles melting with ease.

“I’m fine. Thanks.”

Hitoshi chuckles as he takes in Aizawa’s appearance. While there’s nothing particularly fascinating about his predecessor’s black slacks and white button-up shirt, he can’t help but notice that his hair is swept up in a loose bun.A surefire sign that the man means business. 

“Good. Then we’ll start in just a moment.” 

Assured of Shinsou’s comfort, Aizawa shifts his attention towards you. This, in turn, allows the younger hero a chance to do the same.

Doing so steals the breath right from his lungs.

While it isn’t the first time you’ve met, the bulk of your conversations have been through text. And he’s never seen you quite like this before. 

Undoubtedly due to the occasion, you’ve dolled yourself up: your hair’s done neat, your skin shimmers with moisturizer, —one that’s giving off an intoxicating scent— and you’re standing with a interesting combination of confidence and submission. It’s as though just knowing you belong to Shouta makes you want to stand a little straighter and fills your heart with pride. On top of all that, you’re wearing an incredibly sexy set of lingerie that leaves very little to the imagination. 

Which is fine, Hitoshi never had much of one anyway.

You’re absolutely stunning. Though, he’s well aware it goes much deeper than that. 

Strangely enough, Aizawa is a desirable man, but a man with little time and endless stress. And he rations that time accordingly. It’s obvious that he’d need to find his partner attractive,—and it seems Hitoshi and he have similar tastes in that regard— but they’d also need to understand the intimacy and cerebral connection that power play can bring. 

Shinsou knows you’re something special.

Aizawa begins to speak with you in hushed tones; loud enough to hear, but clearly intended for your ears only. Respectfully, Shinsou averts his attention, allowing you a private moment as he examines his surroundings. He hopes it might settle his nerves.

This room’s décor is not what he’d expect from his mentor. In short, it’s elegant. Soft, red lighting gives the room a romantic feel, setting the mood from the moment you enter. In its center rests a king-sized bed, draped in red linens and a sleek, black comforter. To the right of the armchair Shinsou occupies sits an end table, crafted from some sort of dark, polished wood that he can’t quite identify. Intricate, handmade carvings decorate its base; a special touch Hitoshi knows must’ve been quite expensive.

The only other object of interest is a crimson box perched atop your wardrobe. Its position betrays its importance. But, as the old adage goes, ‘curiosity kills the cat.’ So, Shinsou decides it’s best to keep his nose firmly in his own business for the time being. 

Hitoshi feels more at ease with each passing moment. Thankfully, he’d been offered something more than water when he’d first entered your home. It’s helped loosen him up. Leisurely, he sips from the crystal glass, swirling it before savoring the vintage whiskey with a satisfied sigh.

“Hi there, Hitoshi.” 

He jolts.

Okay. Maybe he’s still a little nervous. 

Mercifully, though, you don’t laugh at him for floundering in surprise, and he gathers himself quickly.

“Hello (Y/n).” He stands, bowing humbly at the waist. “Thank you for allowing me to observe Shouta and you during a scene.” Then, with all the charm of a prince, he takes your hand, kissing the top gently just to watch you fluster with a Cheshire grin on his face. 

“O-Oh. You’re very welcome, Hitoshi.” 

“Are you both ready?”  Aizawa suddenly interjects, and on instinct the two of you snap to attention, having long-since been programmed to anticipate rewards for following his commands.

“Yes,” Hitoshi confirms, adding, “Is there anything special you’d like me to do?” 

With a thoughtful hum, Aizawa begins loosening his cuffs, taking time to roll each to his elbow before answering.

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I’m alive I swear!

So I mostly spend time on my art blog but I have noticed that I keep getting new followers here and I am SO sorry for the inactivity. I am working on a part 2 to Infiltration, I don’t have a time for exactly when that will be posted but I am doing it I promise! I am very busy with art, university and home renovations so I really appreciate the followers who are sticking around <3 I WILL FEED YOU SOON! 

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Oh this was fun. I appreciated reading a dom reader perspective for a change. The reader was fun and mischievous and seeing Shiggy completely out of his depth with that flirting was so fun! Great job! <3

Two Sides, One Purpose

Hero! Tomura Shigaraki (Becoming corrupted) X Sassy Female Villain Reader!

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A/n: This is my first Collab piece on the Citrus Dome Server! The link to the Master list here! It was really tough, but it was fun to do! I hope you guys enjoy it! Word count: 3k TW: A bit of bondage, Dub-con(?), cursing

 The sounds of sirens could be heard in the distance, another villain attack! People shouted, not like you were responsible, heh. You were known as one of the most destructive villains, only known as (V/n). Sure you didn’t care much for heroes, nor the citizens caught in your destruction. All you cared for was destruction, that’s all you cared about. Know your Quirk was a close resemblance for a hero, but it only worked on non-living organisms, and his Quirk did.. Lucky bastard..

 You kept hearing things about that rescue hero, hearing things like. He could turn most things into dust, while yours erodes most things that don’t have a pulse. You had seen pictures of the young hero, Light pale skin, with ruby red eyes, always wearing his signature black gloves that covered his thumb, index, and middle finger. One thing that you saw as odd, was that his hair was all light blue except for a few places. A white color covered the tops of his hair, unlike the tips of his hair that were black. 

 You could hear a few heroes coming your way, which snapped you out of your thoughts, luckily for you, you had an escape route, or so you thought.. You were dashing your way out of the alleyway when you saw a small group of heroes, Lead by Death Arms. One other hero caught your arm, Tenko Shimura, the one who has a Quirk similar to yours. 

 You smirked seeing these heroes coming closer, you were ready to crumble the ground beneath them, “You better stop all your damn destruction, (V/n)..” a hero stated, as his fellow heroes started to surround you. “Hands away from the ground..” Tenko Shimura told you.

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God... I struggled to read this. I had to keep taking breaks to gather myself again... I’m fully convinced that you’re trying to kill us via smut!! This was so sexy and a totally believable way for Miruko to go rogue. You wrote her perfectly and I loved the dialogue. Cannot recommend enough!!!

Side Bet (Villain!Miruko x Fem Reader)

“Let me guess: they thought they were going to send you down here like some cute little carrot on a stick to lure me out.”

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Rating: Explicit 

Characters: Rumi Usagiyama (Miruko) 

Inspiration: My piece for the Citrus Dome Discord server’s Alignment Swap with Corruption/Redemption collab featuring villain!Miruko. Check out all of the other incredible fics here! 

Word Count: ~6.5k

(Also on Ao3 here!)

Warnings: Choking, Handcuffs, Mentions of Blood, Thigh Riding, Oral, Miruko-typical Levels Violence

“Have a seat.”

You do, settling into a chair on the opposite side of the desk.

The wall of windows behind the Hero Commission President darken before flickering to life as an enormous panel of screens.

You’ve seen the footage they’re playing a hundred times, cut a hundred thousand different ways.

It starts with the live news feed of heroes trying to beat back a tide of villains and Nomu laying siege to part of the city. 

Shaky recordings follow a compact woman stepping onto the scene. Phone cameras catch flashes of white hair and a wicked grin. Lenses zoom in to track the gleam of light on a freshly minted metal forearm as she spin-kicks a Nomu clean through a high rise. The footage always freezes for an instant at the sight of her long, lopsided white ears twitching with pleasure when the Nomu sails out the other side as a pincushion for glass shards and rebar. 

Miruko.

She had been missing for months following the disastrous Jaku General Hospital raid. The nation had been left to assume the worst. It was a tragic loss, but one that had been hard to properly mourn in the wake of so much other tragedy. 

Any relief at their hero’s return was short-lived. When another pro rushed in to aid Miruko in bringing down a second Nomu, Miruko responded by whipping around and grabbing them by the throat before growling out:

“It’s mine; stay out of my way.”  

Miruko tightened her grip and flung the then-unconscious hero to the side like a ragdoll.

She set to work after that, laying waste to heroes and villains alike until she was the last one standing in a 10 block radius of rubble and broken bodies.

Miruko’s highly publicized fall from grace had presented the Japanese government with a PR nightmare. What did it say about their pro-hero system that one of their best and brightest could apparently be swayed to the side of villainy? What confidence could the public possibly have in protectors who would abandon them so easily?

After this initial attack, months had passed with no sign of Miruko. 

As the rest of the country was left to speculate the former Rabbit Hero’s whereabouts, the Commission conducted its own private investigation. One which had finally turned up results. 

The President folds her hands as the screens at her back darken once more. 

“You’re being set in to flush Miruko out of her warren. The ideal outcome is, of course, to apprehend her alive so she can be interrogated and brought back into the fold. That is the ideal outcome. But I’m sure you understand, current circumstances don’t always allow us to follow our ideals to the letter.” 

Taking the ensuing silence as your dismissal, you stand. You bow at the waist. You head for the door.

“Confidence in our organization has already eroded in the face of Hawks’ botched infiltration and the League’s growing influence. We can’t afford the loss of credibility another failure would bring. Don’t disappoint us, (y/n).”

Your fingers twitch against the door handle. No one’s called you by anything other than your hero name since you were a child. This tug on your leash is as pointed as it is effective.

Your head lowers, though you’re able to camouflage it as a nod at the last second.

“Yes, Madam President.”

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‘Warren’ is more than just clever, covert operation jargon for Miruko’s current hideout. The underground fighting ring you’ve been sent to infiltrate is quite literally underground, in a train station deep in the countryside and even deeper beneath the earth. Doai Station is unattended and rarely used.

Legend swirls around how haunted the station is. Locals say the bleak 10 minute walk from the tunnel entrance to the platform below feels like descending into hell itself. 

You stare down the endless series of steps, gaze skipping like a stone over the lights that cut through the dark at intervals to form murky rings of illumination along the tunnel walls. 

Wind shoots up from the tunnel, cutting through the layers of your coat and whipping at your face. The sudden gust almost drowns out the voice crackling to life in your earpiece: 

“Final status check in?”

“Checking in. Secure,” you clear your throat to speak, voice carefully neutral, into the device hidden in your coat collar. “In place,” 

“Send confirmation when the situation is neutralized.”

The steady electronic hum in your ear blips out. Just like that, you’re alone. 

Left with nothing but the mission ahead, you descend, shivering with cold and nerves the entire way.

A wall of sound slams into you first. Lots raucous cheering, interspersed with grunts and the harsh sound of flesh hitting flesh. 

Minutes later, you finally spot a sea of bodies swarming around a single fixed point on the narrow platform. Metal barricades erected in a circle serve as a makeshift fighting ring, keeping the fighters caged in. 

The air is thick with the sharp sting of alcohol, and a cloud of acrid cigarette smoke tendrils overhead, rendering the dim yellow glow from the lights even more hazy.

A bouncer stands guard at the base of the steps — a massive man with a crocodile mutant-type quirk, who gives you the once over, punctuated by a single reptilian blink. Finally, he tilts his head to wave you through.

His lack of concern is expected, everything previously accounted for. You hardly look like much of a threat anyway, and intel indicated that villains, vigilantes, and even low-level heroes frequent these meet-ups. It’s a way for people to let off steam, to settle scores, and — most importantly — to use and hone their unlicensed quirks in secret. 

“Hope you weren’t planning on stepping into the ring tonight, sweetheart,” the bouncer says to your back right as you reach the edge of the crowd. “They’ll eat you alive.” 

“That’s the plan,” you mutter, shoving your way forward. You earn a lifetime’s worth of dirty looks and elbow jabs for your trouble, but it’s worth it when you wash up against the barricade just in time to see one of the fighters within go down hard. The impact of it vibrates through the soles of your shoes and up your legs. 

Ears ringing, the swelling roar of voices around you muffles for just an instant.

Because in that instant your stunned gaze trails up from the broken, bruised form on the ground — the man looks like he just went toe-to-toe with a meat grinder — to fall on Miruko. She brushes the nonexistent dust from her gloved hands as she wipes a very real splatter of blood from her cheek with a roll of her shoulder.

Outside of the prosthetic arm and an all-black version of her old hero suit, she’s unchanged. 

“That’s a knockout! Your winner and undefeated champion: MIRUKO,” the announcer shouts into his megaphone, drawing out the vowels of Miruko’s name for an absurd stretch to feed into the frenzy of the crowd. 

Money changes hands in your peripheral, and even through the shouts and jeers, you pick up calmer voices declaring their prior bets ‘easy money.’ 

“Is this the best you’ve all got?” Miruko spits at her fallen opponent’s feet. “Fuckin’ pathetic.”

The effect is immediate — electric. The crowd heckles their displeasure.

“OH HO,” the announcer shouts as he stalks in a broad circle around Miruko. He has to take a loping step over the still unconscious fighter to complete the full circuit.  “Anyone think they’re up to the challenge? Who here thinks they have what it takes to bring her down?!”

Arms crossed, Miruko thumps her foot in a series of impatient beats.

She sneers when no one steps forward.

“Not sure what else I expected from a bunch of spineless bottom feeders.”

The crowd’s outrage hits a fever pitch. 

For all that Miruko is apparently this rings’ champion, she is certainly not their darling. As a former pro, and one of the nation’s best at that, she’s clearly earned her share of enemies among a crowd mostly made up of the villains she was once charged with taking down.

Their furious desire to knock her down a peg is palpable, like the taste of ozone in the air before a thunderstorm. But their fury is damped by fear. Miruko’s last challenger is still in a (hopefully just heavily concussed) heap at their feet. It’s hard to imagine a more effective reminder of how utterly outclassed they are, outside of Miruko lounging against a tombstone emblazoned with ‘Your Name Here.’

So no one steps forward. 

Miruko glances around, fiery expression tempered now by boredom. For a heart-stopping moment, that red gaze lands on you like a brand. 

Her ear, the one missing its tip, twitches. 

She finally, mercifully, looks away, the weight of her attention slides from you like molten lava flowing into the sea. The flare of panic in your core cools.

“Whatever. I’m done here.”

Miruko knocks aside one of the barricades, and the metal folds like tinfoil under the impact. The crowd parts as Miruko exits the ring. She has to catch the open hostility in the face of every person she passes. The weight of their loathing singes you even from a distance.

But it might as well be butterfly kisses for all Miruko reacts. She flicks a careless hand through her hair, nearly whipping several onlookers across the face, as she saunters off.

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 Miruko gets a head start in the time it takes you to shove your way back through the press of bodies. You just manage to spot her — a stream of white hair and the tuft of her tail — before she vanishes down the dark walkway between the tunnel wall and the tracks below. 

Like Alice chasing the White Rabbit down the rabbit hole, you think, fighting back a bubble of panicked laughter in favor of ducking into the walkway yourself. 

There’s a train stopped for the night farther down the tracks. You approach it with caution, on silent feet.

But it’s not enough. Just as you slink past them, a set of doors slides open. The naked fury on Miruko’s face registers in the instant before she lands a solid kick to your solar plexus and sends you crashing into the tunnel wall.

She prowls forward and has you by the throat before you can even attempt to regain your bearings. 

“I knew the Commission was going to send someone after me eventually.”

The hand that isn’t clamped around your windpipe twists your coat collar in a stranglehold. The communicator hidden inside it crumples with harsh crack.

“I just can’t believe it’s some incompetent no-name. They should know better; they should have sent an army to try and bring me down. That way at least I might’ve had some fun. This night’s a fucking wash.”

“I’m just-” Her grip tightens, and you grab at her wrist, trying to force your own fingers beneath hers to free up some of the pressure to allow for speech. “I’m just here to talk. ”

“Not interested,” she sneers. “The hell do you think I care about anything you have to say?”

“I just-” you rasp. “Wanted to know. Why?” 

“Why.” Her response is voiced without inflection, disinterested in the point you’re trying to make, but her grip loosens just enough for you to heave in a fresh gasp of air..

“Why did you — change sides?” You weakly jerk your chin to indicate the fighting ring; the muffled sound of shouting echoes down the tunnel. “Why did you let them change you?”

This question stokes a snarl across her features, the first sparks of rage fanning to life in her eyes.

“No one changed me. All I care about, all I’ve ever cared about, is whatever path lets me be the strongest, and whatever lets me reinforce that standing however and whenever I want. I just wised up and realized neither side was going to give me that, so I was better off on my own.”

Even with her hand wrapped around your throat you’re not sure you believe that’s all she’s ever cared about. Why would she have pursued heroism specifically in the first place if that’s the only thing that mattered? But, as her fingers tighten ever so slightly against the sides of your airway, you determine that line of argument might be better left for later.

Partly because you’ll likely need maximum oxygen intake to manage it. Also, being conscious is a pretty key competent to being persuasive, and black spots are already dancing at the corners of your vision. 

“You could have been the strongest as a hero.”

“No, I couldn’t. Not anymore,” she lets go of your throat entirely, letting you collapse back against the wall in a heap. You scramble to the side, trying to put some distance between the two of you, but Miruko prowls forward, matching you step for step. “The second that pros started to value team-ups over honing their individual skills, I was out. I never signed up for all that buddy-buddy shit.”

This line of petty reasoning irks you beyond reason, adding fuel to the fire licking at the ends of your words. “So did you just miss the day of pre-school where they taught everyone to play nice with others?”

“Why?” Her mocking tone is a poor imitation of your question from earlier. “You obviously don’t want me to play nice with you.”

She crowds into your space again, driving you steadily backwards into the empty train car. You just narrowly avoid catching your heel on the gap between the walkway and the open doors.

“Besides,” Miruko continues, “It’s a little hypocritical for you to stand here preaching to me about the value of teamwork when it’s pretty clear you came here alone. I kind of get the feeling the Commission set you up to fail,” she leans in close to better hammer down the final nail in her observation. “Which loose end were they hoping to be rid of after tonight—me or you?“

This hits a little too close to home. You’re swinging your open palm out before you can think better of it. Miruko catches you by the wrist with ease in the breath before your hit lands.

She huffs out a laugh, “C’mon, princess. A slap is an insult.”

Miruko grips your hand in her own just long enough to squeeze your fingers in against your palm. You slide your thumb out at the last second to form a proper fist. This seems to amuse her endlessly.

“Y’know, when I spotted you earlier, I was a little confused as to why the Commission sent someone like you to try and bring me down,” her lip curls. “I was frankly insulted they sent someone who’s clearly so damn green. All wide-eyed and soft-looking.”

Your heart trips. 

“I’m not here to fight you, Miruko.”

This earns you a snort of derision. Hot breath fans out over your face in its wake.

“That sissy-ass attempt at a slap kind of clued me in on that one, thanks.”

“I just want to talk,” you grit out, shoving down lingering panic as you settle back onto familiar ground, with feet planted and voice taunting. “I’m just trying to understand why you betrayed an entire country of people that put their faith in you — that loved you. And for what? So you can come down here and hide? So you—”

“Shut up,” Miruko growls. 

Bingo. You go for broke.

“So you can prove how tough you are to a bunch of assholes that would sooner spit on you than ever acknowledge that you’re stronger than them? That are so sure they can’t beat you that they don’t even try?”

Miruko uses her leverage on your still-formed fist to shove you back against the sealed doors on the opposite side of the train car. The impact is hard enough to rattle the glass and knock the air from your lungs. You take a heaving breath and plow on.

“Newsflash: being number one in a fighting ring full of low-levels just means you’re the number one loser. Did you get what you wanted? All alone. The champion of nothing and no one?”

“Shut your mouth.”

Miruko’s expression is beyond furious. She’s got your wrists pinned above your head with one hand, the metal of her prosthetic grip like a vice. The full length of her body, the plush softness of her chest and the uncompromising stretch of muscle everywhere else, is pressed against you so hard your head is spinning. 

“You want to talk about pathetic—?”

That’s all you get out before her lips are crashing into yours, effectively cutting off your words and short-circuiting your brain. 

She kisses hard enough to bruise. Your lips part on a gasp and she’s licking into your mouth, her tongue swiping along the insides of your cheeks and flicking at the sensitive roof of your mouth in turns. 

Miruko sinks her free hand into your hair and tugs, hard.

You can’t fight back the soft, broken sound this drags from deep in your chest, or the way another pointed yank has you arching further into the swell of her body.

With a self-satisfied hum, Miruko rolls your bottom lip between her teeth, nipping at it before she pulls away. Your tongue automatically seeks out the sore spot her bite leaves to assess the damage. 

“Y’know,” she pants. “The Commission isn’t half as slick as they think they are.”

Fuck. For an instant, your taste buds flood with the metallic sting of blood. 

“It was never really much of a secret that they left all the bullshit espionage stuff to Hawks, and he never did much to hide that he was always more than happy playing honeypot.” 

Her smile grows wide; it’s a sharp, bright crescent in the dim light of the train car. Your gaze catches helplessly on the points of her canines.

“But I’m guessing they picked up on the fact that his particular brand of seduction wouldn’t work on me.”

Wait. What?

“Let me guess: they thought they were going to send you down here like some cute little carrot on a stick to lure me out,” she leans in close to growl her assessment in your face, crimson stare trained on your reaction. “That the plan? Let a pretty face with a smart mouth get me riled up and stupid. Then you cuff me to a seat rail in the afterglow and wait for backup?”

As she speaks, her free hand works to unbutton your coat. It slips in, purposefully stroking along your side. Pure heat trails in the wake of her touch. Her hand resurfaces from your pocket a beat later with a pair of handcuffs dangling from the tip of her finger.

Light glints off the metal, winking at you in a taunt, as she gives them a lazy twirl.

You flush, rendered speechless and effectively pinned in place in more ways than one.

Because that actually hadn’t been ‘the plan’ at all. At least not entirely. 

Your quirk deals in eliciting strong emotional responses. More specifically, its specialty lies in stroking the flames of anger with your voice as the catalyst. The more you talk with your quirk activated, the more irrationally angry your conversation partner becomes. 

Miruko’s blind spot has always been her temper. You were supposed to come here tonight and exploit that. To get her alone when she was already fresh from a fight, to amp her up further to the point of rage so acute it rendered her careless. To then gain the upper hand, incapacitate her, and bring her to justice. 

But Miruko thinks that you were sent to seduce her. 

Your spiraling thoughts, your struggle to figure out where the wires crossed here —because your quirk was definitely activated, and she’s clearly aggravated because of it, so what is happening— are cut short by Miruko hauling you forward and yanking your arms up.

There’s a soft, doubled click.

Stunned, you look up to find that she’s looped the cuffs through a hanging strap and locked your hands in place. 

In the echoing silence, all you can hear is the Commission President’s voice repeating: ‘…current circumstances don’t always allow us to follow our ideals to the letter.’

This hadn’t been your plan. But maybe you can find a way to twist it in your favor.

“Guess we’ll never know how it would’ve played out,” you give her a slow once over, letting yourself admire every beautiful, powerful feature you’d never been allowed to appreciate before now. “Shame.”

“I could beat you to a bloody pulp, leave you in a heap for them to scrape up whenever they actually notice you’re missing. Or.�� Miruko grabs your chin, tilting your face from side to side in appraisal. “I could play into the Commission’s little game and win it. Leave you a fucked out, trembling mess, hanging here for tomorrow’s morning commuters to find.”

As you turn her offer over in your mind, her ears swivel to hone in on your elevated heartbeat. 

“Getting the sense that you’d prefer door number 2.”

“That’s the most mutually beneficial option, don’t you think? And it’s the one that keeps my ‘pretty face’ intact, so I’m game.”

Miruko snorts.

“Gonna need a yes or no, princess.”

You lock eyes. 

“Yes.”

That’s all she needs.

Her fingers trail down your throat and over the ridges of your collarbones, moving with purpose down the meridian of your body until they meet the barricade of fabric. Miruko unbuttons your shirt with deft flicks of her fingers, setting you shivering at the sudden rush of cold against your flushed skin. With a final flick of the wrist, she unhooks the front clasp of your bra and pushes the cups aside. The soft weight of your breasts spill forth, and your nipples, already pebbled with arousal, peak fully in the chill air. 

Miruko stares down at you, slitted pupils blown wide. She looks unmistakably hungry. More predatory than anyone with a prey-animal based quirk has a right to look. 

Though you’re still technically fully clothed, you’ve never felt more exposed in your life. 

“You just going to stare at me all night to hide that you’re all talk and no action?”

Miruko hums.

“Just for that smart-ass comment, you’re gonna to have to earn my mouth and my fingers. Here’s the deal, princess,” she shoves her thigh between your legs, hiking your body up and grinding hard, once, into your core. 

Whatever piece of snark had been ready to spring from your lips free falls into a whimper. 

“You get yourself to come on your own like this, rutting against my thigh, in say,” she tilts her head in consideration. “Three minutes? Then you get your real prize.” 

She hauls you in by the back of your neck to kiss you deep and filthy, ravaging you with her tongue in a clear implication of what it can do other places. Your hips start a steady roll on pure instinct. 

“Guess that means the countdown starts now,” she breathes against your mouth as she pulls away completely. The only other point of contact she leaves you are her hands braced over your hips for balance. “Break a leg.”

“Fucking cheat,” you gasp, head spinning as you struggle to force your split attention onto the task at hand. 

Your attention fractures again when your sass earns you a harsh nip against the fresh bruises forming on your throat. The unspoken order to ‘Behave,’ is evident in the bite and the blood-red stain of her stare. 

Alright, fine.

Your full weight is balanced on the thick length of her thigh, your toes only just brushing the floor on either side. The rock hard muscles roping her upper leg make your own thighs feel like down pillows where they part and mold around it. Miruko looks totally unphased, her bent leg as solid and unmoving as a steel support beam.

Christ.

Focus narrowing down to what it’s going to take to get yourself off like this, you clamp down at the knees to keep the motion of your hips loose. Using your core muscles, you begin a languid series of rolls that slowly build the tightness just behind your navel.

“Two minutes,” Miruko warns. Her words are clipped; she’s fixated on the motion of your body, every flex of your muscles and every heavy bounce of your breasts, all just a few teasing inches from her face.

Her attention eggs you on. 

“Feel that?” you taunt. She has to feel the slickness soaking through the layers of your panties and pants, coating the fabric of her thigh-highs. “It’d be such a waste to leave me here like this, sopping and aching for you.”

“Sounds like a personal problem,” her gaze is a signal flare. “One minute. ” 

Your trapped hands fly up, grabbing desperately for the hand strap in a bid for more leverage to help you seek out the delicious friction that’s sending you closer and closer to the edge.

“Thirty seconds.”

Her voice comes through like noise through deep water. You’re so close, so desperate to prove yourself, to earn her mouth on your sensitized cunt, every lap of her tongue surging up your spine like pure sensation over an exposed nerve—

That image does it. Just as Miruko begins the ten second countdown, you fall apart. The coil of heat you’d been winding ever tighter unfurls with a final rolling grind of your hips. You slowly stutter to a halt, riding out the lingering pleasure when Miruko finally deigns to offer a helping hand, in the form of pumping her thigh against your sensitized sex until it sets you whimpering and squirming away.

Grin back in full force, Miruko catches you before you manage to wiggle off.

“Look at you, such a little overachiever,” she praises, nipping at the skin of your exposed chest, then laving the flat of her tongue over a pert nipple for good measure. You whine at the attention, helpless to try and push her off when every touch is veering into ‘too much.’

“Wait, what are-”

She tugs your pants and underwear down and off in one go. 

“I’m a woman of my word.”

You’re given seconds to adjust to the shock of having your lower body completely bared. Miruko slips into a half-crouch with ease, hefting your thighs over her shoulders and winding her arms over the tops to lock you in place. 

You don’t bash your head against the ceiling, but it’s a very near thing. The metal cuffs braceleting your wrists clink wildly as you scramble to adjust your grip on the hanging strap. 

“And you earned this, princess,” her breath is hot as steam against your quivering sex. This is the moment of carelessness you’d been banking on, though it’s come in a form you’d never anticipated. You could end this here. Latch around her neck with your thighs, twist them just so and hold on for dear life until Miruko finally slumped to the ground, unconscious. If you twisted even harder, it would snap her spine. 

But all of your best laid plans fall to ruin the second she laps up your slit with a long, forceful glide. And it’s so good, so much, that your mind empties entirely. 

You moan out a fractured version of her name. With a growl that zings through you like a jolt of electricity, Miruko sets into you like a woman starved. 

She doesn’t talk much, but she doesn’t have to. Both of you know full well you won’t last long like this, and Miruko doesn’t seem to care. Her efforts are split between using her grip on your legs to better help you grind against your face and taking you apart with her tongue. 

There’s an old myth about the tongue being the strongest muscle in the human body. It’s not actually true, but with Miruko’s tongue pistoning in and out of your pussy, you can see how rumors like that get started.

When Miruko does finally speak, it’s an order: “C’mon princess. Come on my tongue.”

All it takes is her nose hitting your clit just so, her tongue curling inside of you with precision, and you’re coming again with a soft cry. She swears at the way your thighs clamp tight around her face, like you’re hanging on for dear life. Her arms hold you in place through it all, palms stroking along your flank as she revels in the way you flutter, then twitch, then progressively go soft against her tongue. 

Pressed this close, Miruko can feel the rapid kick of your pulse as you come undone at her hand and then the gradual way it falls back into rhythm, lulled into security by her touch. It fills some base need she didn’t even know she had, but in the moment it’s hard to determine if it’s a need to hunt, capture, and claim or a need to shield and protect. 

It’s bad news either way; she determines she needs to get the hell out of here, now.

Easing your trembling legs from around her neck, Miruko sets you back on your feet.

With smug satisfaction, Miruko lets herself lean back for at least a moment and appreciate the orgiastic devastation she’s reduced you to. Her tongue peeks out to lap up what it can reach of your slick smeared over her face, and what she can’t reach she wipes off on the back of her arm and immediately licks back off. 

Her eyes never leave you. Whatever she sees in your expression reflects back to soften something in hers.

In an unexpectedly tender gesture, she slides her hands inside your coat to stroke along your bare sides until your breathing starts to level out and the clarity returns to your eyes. 

The quiet ‘good girl,’ she murmurs when you lift one leg and then the other as she works to re-dress you plucks at something in your chest. She re-clasps your bra, buttons up your shirt, and fastens your coat closed for good measure.

And once she’s determined you won’t die of hypothermia, she turns toward the open door.

“You’re really just going to leave me here?” Still high from the lingering chemical cocktail of the afterglow, you can’t quiet tamp down the note of panic that crackles through your voice. 

Miruko halts. Then she begins to slowly circle your still-handing form.

“Give me one good reason not to leave you exactly like this for some other Commission crony to find.”

You flush, face twisting in alarm at the idea of any of your superiors finding you in this rumpled state. It wouldn’t be hard for them to put the pieces together on this one. Miruko just grins, feral and endlessly pleased. 

Okay, fine. Maybe now is a good time for some honesty. Not like you have much to lose at this point.

“The Commission will terminate me. This mission was meant for me to prove their investment, taking me in and training me, was worth it. If they find me like this, then I’ll have outlived my usefulness.” 

This brings Miruko up short. 

“Also, I can’t return the favor if I’m dead,” you wave your still-cuff hands the best you can to indicate your spent body. Then you hold them palm up to her in a gesture of supplication. “Survey says the fastest, funnest way to get me to shut my mouth would be shoving my head between your thighs.”

She just huffs in disbelief. 

"Someone thinks highly of themselves,” Miruko quirks a brow. “You think I’m going to turn myself over on the off chance that you’re a good lay?”

“Only way for you to call my bluff is if you come with me,” you pause. “Pun not intended.”

Miruko blinks, taken aback. She slaps a hand over her mouth to muffle a snort before doubling over with laughter. 

Something stunned and fond unfurls in your chest at the sound of her boisterous laugh. You can count on less than one hand the number of times any of your backtalk has been appreciated. This is certainly the first time it’s ever made someone laugh.

“Does the Commission make all their agents go through some crash course on mouthing off?”

“I think it’s just a side effect of being ordered around so much.”

“Oh yeah?” She stalks forward. “Funny, you didn’t seem to mind me telling you what to do a minute ago when I was tongue-fucking you to climax.”

“Maybe I just need the right motivation.”

“Hm,” is all the warning you get before she’s reaching up and crushing the metal chain connecting your cuffs. The blood rushes back into your arms, filling them with pins and needles as you rub feeling back into your wrists.

Miruko turns on her heel, plops down onto a nearby bench, spreads her legs. 

You blink, awed realization dawning over your features. 

“What are you-”

“Giving you some motivation. Show me that your mouth game isn’t all talk, and I’ll come with you. Pun intended.”

You’ve never moved faster in your entire life. You’re on your knees between her legs before either of you can blink. This is the deal of the century. You’d be literally insane not to take it.

You nuzzle your cheek against her inner thigh.

“What a good girl,” she purrs. “So eager to prove yourself.”

Her hair is so long, the ends of it trail, feather-soft, across your forehead and over your cheeks from where she leans over you to curl her hand around the back of your neck to guide you in.

Miruko tugs aside the small bit of dark, slick-damp fabric shielding her pussy. It’s glistening, flushed and wet and so unbelievably appetizing it sets your mouth watering.

You fall on her like a lush presented with a feast. 

In this moment you are a precision instrument, your sole focus narrowed to eating this goddess out with relish. You use the rising pitch of Miruko’s voice, every infinitesimal movement of her body to guide your actions. Every touch of your hands, every reverent swipe and curl and flick of your tongue, the sink of your fingers into the velvet softness of her folds, is a gauge that feeds into your growing understanding of how to best please her. 

The most beautifully drawn out, aching version of the word ‘Fuck’ rises from her lips before sound is snatched away from you entirely, and you’re reduced to pure sensation.

Her heel digs into your back, forcing you to stay right where you are. As if you ever stood a chance of pulling away otherwise. The pressure of her thighs clamping around your head is unbelievable; you’re halfway sure your eardrums just popped. You can’t imagine the level of restraint she has to be exerting not to crack your miserable skull like a walnut.

Your fingers are locked in a similar vice grip from where they’re sunk deep in her pussy, still curled up against the spongy bit of flesh that sent her careening over the edge. When she finally begins to ease the stranglehold, when her tight grip falls away to a series of slowing flexes, your tongue laps up the fresh slick that splashes forth. 

You lick her clean, not stopping until you’ve swallowed every drop she has to give you. 

“Thank you, Mistress,” you murmur, finally pulling away to press a grateful kiss to the inside of her trembling knee.

“Jesus fuck. What are you, my own personal demon?” she breathes, grabbing at your shoulders until she’s hauled you into her lap to lick the lingering taste of herself from your mouth. 

When she’s done the work of kissing the very soul from your body, you roll your spent form, now boneless and thoroughly exhausted from going three rounds with Miruko, onto the seat beside her. 

Still high on a cloud of lingering euphoria and hoping she’s in a similarly giddy mood, you voice the first thought that pops into your head. It’s one that’s dogged you for months, and it’s the only thing that ever gave you any hope you’d come out on the other side of this mission in one piece.

“That Nomu fight from a few months back.”

“Yeah? What about it?”

“You did a lot of damage; hurt a lot of people, villains and heroes alike. It seemed like random, senseless violence. The general consensus was that you’d just snapped. Which, to be fair, I think is at least partly true.”

Her eyes are closed, but her ear twitches, curving in your direction to indicate she’s listening. 

“But you didn’t actually kill anyone except for the Nomu. All the villains and heroes were pretty badly roughed up, but none of their injuries were life-threatening. And earlier, when I told you the Commission would have me killed if I didn’t bring you back with me, that’s what changed your mind, right?”

“You’re just half-way decent at giving head. Don’t read into it too much, princess.”

You huff out a laugh, your breath puffing out in a faint cloud. It suddenly occurs to you: if you’re cold, Miruko, clad only in her bodysuit, must be freezing. You unbutton and shrug out of your coat, nudging her with your shoulder until she sits up enough for you to wrap the garment around her. 

She looks utterly bewildered by this gesture. But she balls her hands in the fabric to wrap it more firmly around herself.

“Aren’t you supposed to let someone know you managed to apprehend me, Ms. Big-Shot Secret Agent?”

“Ooh,” you croon. “A title upgrade.”

Miruko jabs you with her elbow, and the force of it nearly knocks you to the ground. You sit up, laughing. 

“I’ll figure it out in the morning,” You note, absently rubbing the fresh sore spot on your upper arm. “You broke my communicator, remember?”

“I did, didn’t I? Shame.”

Feeling bold, you rest your head on Miruko’s shoulder. “I’m not worried about it. No hard feelings, yeah?”

Miruko goes very still. For a moment, you worry that this was an intimate gesture too far; that this will be finally what spooks her, sending her running faster and farther than you could ever hope to catch in your current state.

But she just sighs. And tilts her head to tuck her cheek in against the crown of yours. Your muscles fully relax for the first time in literal hours. 

“Yeah. No hard feelings.”

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Good lord I adore how you wrote Sero here. He’s cocky, cheeky and frustratingly likeable. I love the set up and the back and forth between the characters <3 As always your writing is amazing and unbelievably sexy holy shit. The kink is perfect, Sero knows what he’s fucking doing and my god I melted. Amazing!!!

liability // villain!sero hanta x femreader

Rating: Explicit Characters: (Villain) Sero Hanta Inspiration: My piece for the Citrus Dome Discord server’s Hero/Villain Redemption Collaboration. Okay listen, I love Sero Hanta and this boy does not nearly get enough credit for what a good boy he is. Get ready to thirst for a tape dispenser folks. Prompt:  You’re captured by a villain/hero. This is a double whammy! The character you pick must be written with the opposite alignment. So, if they are heroes, they must be portrayed as villains. If they are villains, they must be depicted as heroes. On top of that, you (reader) or they must try and corrupt or redeem the other character! Tags: Villain!Sero Hanta, bondage, shibari, overstimulation, oral, vaginal sex,  abuse, talk of sexual assault. (The last two are not Sero and only last like, a paragraph or two.) Word Count: ~6.4k Collab Masterlist here

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The museum was dead silent with the exception of your brush making slow, careful strokes on the painting you were working on. Of course, it was expected that it was dead silent. You were at work near in the middle of the night. It wasn’t that the restoration department was noisy during the day, but there was always some sort of audio. Someone talking, other people working, someone sipping tea. And for this specific piece, you wanted absolute silence to concentrate. Not even music. Dead silence. It was the first time you’d found a piece by your absolute favorite artist and you had begged to be the one to restore it. But in order to concentrate as much as you felt you needed to, there had to be no noise. So you’d gotten permission to stay late, after the museum closed. And you were grateful. This was going to be the absolute highlight of your career. You pause to dip your brush into the specialty varnish remover and hear a noise. You pause, and glance at the clock. It wasn’t time for the security guard to make the rounds. You immediately feel on edge. No one else is supposed to be here. Maybe… maybe something just fell over in the artifact room.  You grab your cell phone, trying not to think about how utterly impossible that is, and turn on your flashlight app. You exit your offices in the restoration department and head to the next door, where the artifacts not currently on display are held. It’s possible that the security guard made rounds early. Likely more possible than something falling over. Especially since the door to the artifact room is ajar. You’d go in, see the guard, and then maybe it was time to head home. You make it only a handful of steps in before you hear something that sounds vaguely familiar, and you’re quickly wrapped in some kind of tape. You immediately struggle but lose your balance, falling to the ground. Your phone skids away from you and slides directly under a shelf. You stare at the spot in dismay and when someone speaks up behind you, you freeze at the voice.

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Argh this was heartbreaking and heartwarming and sexy as hell!! Lots of great dialogue, jumps from adorable to sexy in a hot minute and handled really well! You put so much into this and I can’t recommend it enough!!! <3 Alt Midoriya is so upsetting to see but not unbelievable, you really nailed the idea of this AU!!

12 years 8 days & Counting.

(Villain!Deku x Hero!Fem!Reader)

Hiya! Here’s my piece for the lovely, beautiful @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten​‘s  Citrus Dome Sever Collab. You can read the other entries here! 

Rating: E, NSFW. 

Warnings: Unprotected sex. Emotional rides. Bullying (not on behalf of the main party).

Sidenotes: No character hate! Issues within the plot are for the purposes of plot guys. The reader has a healing quirk, she can transfer wounds from others onto herself. This is also my first fully fledged fic, so I hope you guys enjoy. 🥰

Word Count: ~15k (Almost)

Thank you so much for being my Beta Reader and making my banner @katsontherun! I love it and Ily girl ;; thanks so much.

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One of your best without a fucking doubt, I adore this so fucking much I can’t put it into words. Amazing plot, incredible descriptions and oh god if this isn’t sexy as hell. It’s also scary how well Hitoshi falls into the role of a Witcher too...

From Sorrow to Serenity (Witcher!Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader lemon)

This is part of the BNHAREM fantasy collab! Please check out all the amazing pieces in this masterlist. It’s a mix of SFW and NSFW, all fantasy themed :3 My two favorite universes are BNHA and the Witcher. I have a lot of love for both and I hope you can see that in this piece ^^ Please note: I am aware of my  anachronism (thank you for teaching me that word mel uwu eyes) it was in jest!

Word count: 6875

Pairing: Witcher!Hitoshi Shinsou x Female reader

Assumed reader traits: basic personality traits, some back story, commoner

Other Social Media for me: Twitter, Patreon

Warnings/kinks: Unprotected sex, violence against monsters, implied grief/loss of family, bondage, being possessed, light choking, happy ending

Special thanks: Puns for helping me with some monster traits, @present-mel​ for the awesome banner and editing, and @smutbardpeach​ for editing!

You’d heard whispers in your village.

They spoke of a woman with hair as black as pitch, eyes of deep cerulean, and curves even more enchanting than the magic she commanded.

Rumor had it she was a sorceress, and had moved to a long abandoned cottage by the river not too long ago. 

Despite the villagers’ curiosity, they never dared to greet her, keeping a wide berth to avoid earning her ire.

When you started having nightmares, you didn’t pay them much mind. The recent plague heaped loss upon your village— an occurrence that wasn’t uncommon, but painful nonetheless. 

You assumed these fits were simply caused by grief.  

With time, these dreams became more vivid, and with them came fatigue, a pallor to your nails, and an overwhelming sense of physical weakness. On occasion, you’d wake to a sound like a slither. A rustling in the sheets, followed by a deep, phantom rumbling.

Even this you could excuse as madness, had it not been for the marks that bloomed across your skin soon after. 

As your symptoms worsened, you sought guidance from the local priest.

“I can’t offer counsel for this,” he stammered, blood draining from his face as you told him of your plight. This man had witnessed the atrocities of war, yet stood pale and shaken before you. “This is something better suited for a Witcher.”

He didn’t bother explaining the reason for his fear when he ushered you out the door.

The thought of contracting a Witcher was… less than ideal. You’d heard that they were dangerous tricksters, ruled by a penchant for coin and an unholy thirst for blood. You’d also heard that they were nearly extinct, so your odds of finding one were slim at best.

After meeting with the priest, your situation became much, much worse.

Your body resisted sleep entirely, jerking you awake with gasping breaths and a sense of impending dread. On the fourth night of this torment, you witnessed something that filled your heart with terror.

Having felt a strange tickling at your side, you threw off your blankets, only to see what appeared to be the shimmering tip of a leech’s tail vanishing inside your skin.

In your panic, you stumbled towards the sorceress’s house, fueled by fear and desperation. 

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Cannot recommend this enough guys!! 

Current Patreon Fics (Previews!)

(What the fuck I love that this is a gif option now alsdjkf)

Here are the current fics that are available exclusively to Patrons! Every month I do two- one for the $3 tier and one for $6 tier. My highest tier is $12 and that includes NSFW art! I also do little short fics whenever the mood strikes as bonus content ^^

Thank you so much for your support. I never would’ve expected that I would go this far with my writing, and I hope to keep providing you guys with stuff you enjoy!

“Comfortably Mine” Alpha Aizawa breeding fic (and romance somehow) (Omegaverse)

He wrenches a hand in your hair.

You yelp.

“You’re mine. Omega,” he snarls, “Say it.”

“I’m yours, Alpha! Only yours. Please fuck me,  please!”

“Louder. So the whole dorm can hear you.”

Oh boy. Surely he doesn’t mean that.

Thank God for soundproofing.

You grovel like your life depends on it, babbling out a stream of pleas and praises for your Alpha until he shivers and sighs in satisfaction.

“Catch and Release” - Shouta Aizawa, Hunter/prey Dynamic

“Who owns this pussy, y/n? Think carefully.”

As if you could. He wasn’t giving you a break. You just pant weakly, shuddering whines escaping as he finger fucks you within an inch of your life.

“Such a slut… Too fucked up to answer? Don’t you dare cum without permission.”

Something in you snaps and you can’t stop yourself from begging, “Sir, PLEASE!! PLEASE let me cum!!

“Tittilation” - Shinsou Hitoshi, Lactation Kink

“Damn you feel so fucking good,” he huffed, pulling you up and down the length of him. You moaned out his name as he bottomed out inside you, every thrust forcing you to drip more and more as he fucked you.  "Fuck… good girl… ride my cock just like that.“ 

“Hide and Seek” - EraserMic threesome

“Never woulda guessed you’d be that filthy, Shou,” Hizashi tuts and you giggle.

“Can’t expect me to keep my head in this situation,” he mutters in response, teasing your sensitive clit. “She’s too sexy.”

“Are you gonna milk his cock like a good girl, baby?” Hizashi purrs, kissing your forehead softly and running his fingers through your hair before whispering, “Show him what a dirty little thing you are for me.”

“Heat and breeding” Alpha Aizawa short fic (Omegaverse)

The growl he produces is so low that it chills you to the bone. Your cunt clenches reflexively, excited by his animalistic behavior. His body curls over yours, cock forced deep inside your pulsing pussy. 

“Careful, Kitten,” he warns, nipping your throat, “Don’t say things you don’t mean. I might stuff you with more cum than you can handle,” the words are a dangerous whisper against your ear. His tongue rolls along your bond mark, causing you to shiver and mewl.

“Escape” Submissive Shinsou Hitoshi

“Fuck” he huffed, mind already swimming, “you’re killin’ me.”

“What is it, Kitten?” you pulled your panties to the side, parting your folds for him, “Tell me what you want…”

Hitoshi’s mind went blank when your fingers swiped up your slit. You held them up to the light, humming at the way they glistened with your essence. His “thoughts” were nothing but a mash of primal emotions: desire and craving, want, and need.

“All Mine” Nighteye x reader. Two versions. One with… w-water sports *cough*

“Listen to you. I wonder what Yagi would think if he saw what a dirty little slut you are.”

“PLEASE!” was all you managed as he rubbed you harder, ignoring the way your hips twitched away from the sensitivity. His skilled fingers played you like a violin, every lewd sound you made only adding to his perfectly perverse symphony. After a few more well-aimed thrusts, you devolve to a pile of nonsensical begging.

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Oh god this was so wonderful I wanna scream. Dabi as the reformed hero was so interesting to read, I love how torn he was and you really showed the struggles between his present self and his past. I loved the bravado of the reader villain and how that changes through out and HOLY CRAP WAS THIS SEXY AS FUCK. I don’t wanna say anymore I just want people to fuckin’ read it! Oh and that ending, omg that ending was so satisfying <3 <3 

Temptations

Reformed Hero!Dabi (Touya Todoroki) x Villain! Reader

A collab piece for @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten Citru s Dome Server 

Read the other entries HERE 

Warnings: it’s pwp, lil bit of choking, lil bit of degradation little bit of anal play. Reader calls him Daddy like twice. Filth all around

5kish words (shout out to the lovely @teddieh​​ who beta read it for me UwU) 

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It was like an itch, Touya knew he shouldn’t walk over, knew he should be staying away from you until reinforcements arrived. He knew that if he stepped foot into that room everything he’d been working for, his redemption, it would all go down the drain. But reinforcements wouldn’t be reaching their location for at least another hour and he really couldn’t help himself. 

It’s how Touya Todoroki, Bright Burn, reformed cremation hero, ends up standing in front of his bound target. You were just as beautiful as Touya remembered. Despite the muzzle snug tight against your face, and the quirk canceling collar clasped around your neck. Touya admired the ever-present ferocity behind your stare. Your eyes were trained on him the second he walked into the room he was keeping you captive in. Shifting against your restraints, a sly smile creeps its way onto your lips as Touya ventures closer into the room. 

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8K Follower Celebration (Commissions open!)

Welp holy shit. You guys have done it again. 

Thank you so much for the support here and on Patreon. I’ve been blown away by the response, and it’s impossible for me to properly express my gratitude. As I mentioned earlier Private Lessons will be revamped and a new chapter will come out in the next two weeks. 

For this celebration I will be opening writing coms for a few slots. If I am able to complete them easily enough I’ll open up for more.

DM me if interested!

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Writing Commissions!

Hey guys, so I’m going to offer up writing commissions if anybody is interested! There are 5 slots available so please message me to grab a place. This does NOT mean I will stop putting free to read fanfiction on this blog and you should expect more soon. If you do order I will send you a questionnaire to fill in and we’ll go from there! Info and rules below!

Cherry’s Writing Commissions

5 Slots available

£8 per 1k words 

Maximum length 5k

Rules:

1) Price is not negotiable, no haggling or discounts

2) Payment upfront.

3) Do not repost my work, commissions will not be posted to my blog unless we have agreed on it beforehand.

4) No minors. All characters I write are aged up appropriately. 

5) No refunds after I have sent you the finished product.

6) The questionnaire must be filled in to the best of your ability. The more detail you give, the better your commission can be tailored to you. 

7) Please allow one week from when I start your commission to complete it. 

8) No excessive angst. I can write it in moderation but nothing too heavy, this can be discussed before I take the commission. 

9) Official characters will remain in character. Alignment swaps are fine but I will not write extreme personality changes.

10) If you commission me you do so with an understanding of my writing style. This will not change so make sure you are familiar with it before you buy. 

11) I reserve the right to refuse a commission, I will give an explanation for why if I choose not to take it.

12) I will send the first 1k words for the 4k and 5k commissions as a WIP and to make sure you’re happy to continue. 

Fandoms I will write for:

My Hero Academia

Attack on Titan

Haikyuu

I will not write: 

Scat/Vomit

Ageplay

Death/Detailed Gore

Minors/Highschool 

Feeding

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Y-yeah I dunno how to start with this one... Holy shit. 

Literally this ticks so many boxes for me. The chase, the teasing, the back and forth as they fuck is just so much fun and so damned sexy. I love the kind of villain Bakugou is here (I don’t much like villain Baku you know this), he’s still so likable and my goddddd what a flirt. I love the ending too, how they both know they need each other just... I want a series of this!! I’m not asking you to write it but I STILL WANT IT OK!? 

Thank you for the Baku food...

“Ebb and Flow” Villain!Katsuki Bakugou x Reader Lemon

Art by Brittpage on Twitter! Thank you for permission to use the picture that inspired me <3

My addition to the Citrus Dome alignment swap collab! Please view the other entries here! I struggled with this one. In fact, I wrote 99% of it today after restarting multiple times. T^T I’m mostly happy with it though. Hope you enjoy- Needless to say, this is fantasy. Warnings: unprotected sex, blood, violence, mild degradation, it’s a dirty fuck in an alleyway idk

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“Come out come out wherever you are.” 

You sighed, letting your body slump against a damp brick wall. The graveled, jeering voice that echoed off the city walls was not unfamiliar to you. In fact, you’d been running from it all damn day. 

“Time’s up, little hero. Now come out and PLAY!!!”

A deafening explosion detonated to your right, launching chunks of jagged stone through the air. You had to no choice but to avoid it. With as much speed as you could muster, you dove off behind some trash bags, barely dodging the debris crashing down around you. 

So much for staying hidden.

“There you are…” the words were devilishly delivered through a pride-filled smirk. The frightening villain navigated the fresh mountain of rubble easily. It was like he hadn’t a care in the world… as if catching you was no more difficult than trapping flies in a milk carton.

“Stupid cocky prick,” you muttered before cursing yourself. All you had to do was keep your big mouth shut, and he would have gone on his merry way.

Slowly, you evacuated your spot behind the grafitied dumpster, hands rising cautiously as you flashed a friendly smile. You were greeted with a pair of fierce vermilion eyes, and a menacing, too-wide grin.

You knew this villain well. 

His name was Katsuki Bakugou; the leader of a band of bank robbing asshats who made your life a living hell. 

“Hey buddy. Looks like you caught me,” you conceded with a nervous chuckle. 

“You didn’t really think you could outrun me, did you?” he mocked, shaking his head in disappointment. With a few lazy strides he had you up against the wall, flooding your senses with the warm scent of caramel. Unconsciously, you took a deep breath in, savoring the pleasant aroma. 

Annoying, arrogant, and dickish though he was, you had to admit, Katsuki was the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen.

His ruby gaze was ferocious, terrifying, and yet…shamefully arousing. Even in the dimly lit alleyway, his eyes were ablaze with violent passion. Jagged spikes of blonde jutted out around his sweat-soaked headband, and those sculpted, soot covered muscles stayed perfectly visible in his skimpy excuse for a costume. 

Not that you were complaining. 

He scoffed at the breathy sigh that ghosted past your lips as you drank him in.

“You know what I think, little hero?” Heat radiated off his body, tempting you to touch the well-earned muscles rippling beneath his glistening caramel skin. As if he could sense your need, he brought his face down to your level, just to taunt you further,  “I think you like being caught.” 

The accusation made you whimper. He wasn’t wrong, and that impressive knack for observation was one of many reasons you wanted him inside you. The pitiful, eager sound you made excited Bakugou, and his hand drifted down to graze your hip.

“N-No.” 

“No?” he snickered, “So you don’t want me to touch you then?”  

There was no uncertainty in his voice. Katsuki knew exactly how much he was affecting you. Nevertheless, he pulled back, unwilling to lay another finger on you unless you asked him to. Unless you begged him to.

“I-I,” your eyes scanned his handsome torso as you tried to remember words. This wasn’t the first time the explosive villain had you cornered. For the past few months, the two of you had been caught in an endless cycle. Like moths to a flame you found each other. Whenever one drew close, the other would flee, only to seek out that familiar heat when the distance left you feeling cold.

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you weren’t as helpless as you seemed. Deep down, you wanted this to happen. Somehow, some way, you’d allowed yourself to be seduced by a villain.

Just as you were about to come clean and admit to all your dark desires, a splash of crimson caught your attention. His arms were covered in it, and your eyes grew wide with the ghoulish implications, “W-Whose is that?” 

“Huh?” He tracked your gaze. It led him to a pair of bloody palms that he regarded with a chuckle, “Remember that loser you were with? Yeah. He thought he caught me. Didn’t know I could blast my way out of his quirk,” Katsuki turned up his palm to pop off a few explosions. “Moron.”

After a moment of confusion, it dawned on you.

“You mean Vlad King did that to you?” 

“I don’t know who the fuck he is,” he scoffed, “but those creepy ass blood cuffs or whatever he calls them couldn’t hold me. Next time you see him, let him know he shouldn’t get so sloppy.” 

There it was again; that arrogant smirk that made your heart race and skip.

You exhaled slowly in relief. Thank goodness. You knew from his record that Bakugou had never killed anyone, and that simple fact helped you rationalize your future actions.

It was then you noticed with alarm how wet you were.

“Tryna dodge the question, huh?” he pressed, burying himself into your neck and shoulder. His accusation came in a heated breath against your skin, “come on little girl, show me how sloppy you can be.”

Your hands moved on their own. As though uncaged, you lurched for his pecs, kneading the sculpted flesh with an appreciative hum.

“Tsk. Only villains touch without permission.” 

Your lips curled at the edges, a cheeky look that made him tense and shiver.

 “Monkey see, monkey do.” The words positively dripped with sass, and Katsuki lapped that shit right up. 

“Well aren’t you fuckin’ clever?” 

“Suki…” you pouted, testing out the cutesy nickname. You weren’t disappointed when he let out an indignant grunt. Your pussy ached. You wanted him to touch you. To tease and toy with you. He was so strong, so wild and fuck you NEEDED him! You didn’t care who saw or heard you scream his name. “Please touch me, I want it. I’m yours.” 

With a low growl he gripped your belt, using it to yank you chest to chest with him. “That’s what I thought. Now get these fucking clothes off.”

Arousal clouded your senses. You fumbled with your belt, grip failing as you tried to work yourself free of the cumbersome outfit. It was hard to focus with your mind so fogged and scattered. Who knew those added layers of protection would become such a pain in the ass. 

Impatient, he smacked your hand away. “How much do you like this costume?”

“Fucking rip it-” you demanded, foot bouncing in anticipation. 

He was all to happy to oblige you. 

Katsuki cupped your sex, using his quirk to burn away the fabric. His precision was impressive, and the sensation was… kind of pleasant? Like poprocks on your skin. 

Weird, but tingly and delightful. 

“Man, you’re so into me,” he teased. You were about to say fuck it and just jump his cocky ass, but suddenly a finger swiped up your exposed slit. “and so wet. Look at you… dirty little villain fucker.”

Oh fuck. Degradation might not have been your thing, but the filthy words had your legs spreading wider, offering up more of the slick, soft flesh for him to toy with. Two thick fingers dipped inside you. He wasn’t gentle. After a few experimental thrusts, he had you up against the wall again, finger fucking you roughly as he pinned your shoulder with his own. 

“I wanna hear it-” he hissed against your ear. You clawed at the muscles of his back, moaning loudly and not giving a single fuck who heard you, “Say you’re my naughty hero slut.”

“F-Fuck you!” you whined, hips wiggling against him as you tried to take his fingers deeper. You were so close… right on the edge. All you needed were a few more deep thrusts and- “What the fucK!” Right when you had almost reached your peak, he removed his fingers, denying you the sweet relief of orgasm.

What did you expect? He is a villain, after all. 

“Let’s see if you taste as good as you sound.” You moaned as he brought the fingers to his lips, grinning as he cleaned them with a twice-pierced tongue. A low growl rumbled in his chest. Just as sweet as he’d imagined, “I’m gonna want more of that later.”

Later? What did that mea-

You had no time to mull it over. Your mind went blank when he pulled out his cock and began to stroke it right in front of you.

“Get on your knees.” 

Honestly, you didn’t have it in you to protest. The past few months felt like the longest game of tease and denial ever. So without a second thought, you dropped to the ground, more than willing to give the man exactly what he wanted. 

Katsuki bit his lip at the sudden obedience. Fuck. Sure, you were a real thorn in his side and gotten in the way more times than he could count, but it was fucking worth it if he got to see you act like that. He would never admit it, but your strength and tenacity in the face of his deadly quirk had turned him the fuck on. In his mind, you were more than worthy of his time. 

“Shit, you look good like that,” he huffed, stroking himself to the image of you on your knees. He moaned softly, head lolling to the side as he asked, “You like when I say dirty things to you?”

“Maybe…” 

“Don’t play coy, speak up. I wanna see you use that mouth for somethin’ besides talking shit.”

You flashed your best doe eyes and he almost crumbled on the spot. It was clear that he was in control, but that didn’t make you powerless.  “Yes Katsuki. Make me your ‘’little hero slut.’”

“Oh fuck,” the word was a growl as his palm found the back of your head, guiding you over to his leaking tip. Your lips parted, eyes flicking up to ask him for permission. Instead, he took what he wanted, slipping himself inside your mouth and groaning as the silky hole enveloped him. You looked up at him, watching as he fucked your mouth. A sinful sight that had him throbbing on your tongue.

“Fuck. You want it rough?” You choked out a confirmation, earning a breathy chuckle in return, “Alright. Don’t forget you asked for it.” Palms held your head fast as he used you, moaning and cursing when you twirled your tongue in time with his thrusts. Your cheeks hallowed perfectly with every back stroke, and you brought a hand up to gently cup his balls. “God damn. Do they teach you how to suck dick in the hero course or something?”

You couldn’t help but giggle, a move that let him slip even further down your throat. He held himself there for a moment, forcing your head to stay in place. You tapped his thigh, signaling a need for air and he let you pull away.

“You’re a mess…” he muttered, the words sounding more like a compliment.

The face fucking had you absolutely feral. 

You gazed up at him through your lashes, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Your hand dipped between your thighs, parting your pretty folds to toy with for his viewing pleasure. 

“Fucking tease…” he growled, as if he didn’t love the view. He stroked himself faster, lip tucked between his teeth as he watched you misbehave.

Suggestive moans escaped with every deep push of your fingers. You traced your nipples through your suit, looking up at him with false innocence as you choked out his name. When you said you wished it was his cock, he lost himself to carnal desire.

“Get your ass up here,” he growled, lurching out to grab your hand. He hauled you to your feet, lifting and encouraging you to wrap your legs around him.  Your hips bucked as he rubbed himself along your slit. It seemed he was returning the favor; dragging things out by teasing you with just the tip of his cock. 

“Fuck me-“ you breathed, needy and desperate.

Without an ounce of hesitation, he pushed himself to the hilt, filling your aching cunt in one harsh thrust. You cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. You hadn’t expected him to be so rough, but you were delighted that he wasn’t holding back.

Your arms snaked around his neck, pulling him in for a searing kiss. The ring you noticed earlier made a reappearance as it flicked across your tongue, twirling and teasing until you moaned into his mouth. 

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you for months,” he gritted his teeth, pulling back to watch as he bounced you on him. Holding you was no great feat. His strength was extraordinary. He could fuck you like a rag doll and it drove you fucking crazy.

Forceful thrusts brought you closer to the edge. His eyes never left you, watching with vested interest as you gasped in pleasure when he finally hit your sweet spot. “Yeaaah, there it is.”  His thumb went to work, drawing little figure eights on your clit that filled your mind with sparks.

“Ah, Katsuki fuck- right there!”

“Mmm I like it when you say my name like that. Come on. Cum on my cock.” 

Your lashes fluttered, stomach lurching as he fucked you harder. After he found it, every single thrust hit that special spot inside you. Soon, your walls were clenching around him, pulling groans of satisfaction from his throat.

“Shit. You really are a good girl huh?” 

A weak whine was all you could manage, You were absolutely fucked out. Body almost limp but he wasn’t willing to stop just yet. His movements slowed but he never stopped, hips rocking deep and steady as you rode out your peak. Affection welled inside you. One of the many curses of the female orgasm.

You looked to him with pleading eyes, needing to feel closer to him. 

To your surprise, he took the hint. 

Katsuki kissed you. It wasn’t raw and filthy like before. It was calm and careful, a gentle glide of tongues that made you sigh and shiver. He pulled back, holding your cheek with one hand while he looked down at you, puzzled. What the fuck were you doing?

“It doesn’t have to be like this,” you murmured against his lips. Sounds of comfort rolled inside his chest as your nails trailed along his back. Was it possible you were taming this fearsome beast? you almost giggled at the thought. “I know all about your record. It’s not that bad.”

He chuckled at that, “Bargaining while I’m inside you? What a dirty trick.” You yelped as he pushed himself deeper before kissing his way down your jaw, “What about you, hm? Wanna be a bad girl and run away with me?” His lips were at your neck, kissing and nibbling between long licks. “I could fuck you like this every night.” 

You couldn’t take it anymore. Talking would have to wait. You weaved your fingers through his hair, tugging gently as you brought your lips to his ear.

“Shut up and cum in me Katsuki.”

He growled out a curse, burying himself in your chest as he bounced you faster. You knew exactly how to make him fall apart. You pleaded for his cum, whispering filthy fucked up promises to pull him over the edge, “So sexy. Fuck. Don’t stop begging like that-“

You did exactly as he asked, not stopping until his cock throbbed and he filled you up completely. “F-Fuck,” he held himself deep, not wanting to waste a drop.  You felt so fucking good. So right and comfortable wrapped around him like this. He’d expected you to let him fuck you silly, but he didn’t know you’d turn around and blow his mind.

 “That was good…” he mumbled, pressing tender kisses to your neck.

For a while, it appeared as though you were basking in the afterglow, but in reality, you were at a loss for proper words.

Who wouldn’t be? What could you even say at a time like this?

Your mind swirled with thoughts of turning traitor, and he wondered if the simple life would really be so bad. Maybe a life of crime wasn’t all that great. Perhaps he could trade it for something nice… and comfortable… and… fucking fluffy or something he doesn’t fucking know.

 “What are you gonna do now?” you finally spoke, uncertainty weaved between your words. He cupped your cheeks, for the first time in his life unsure of what to say or do. 

You both knew one thing. This had to end. One of you would have to give in, because it was clear you couldn’t live without each other.

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@ lovebytes1191-blog honestly I think I may have to continue it... and I will absolutely put you on the tag list ^^ thanks for asking!

Infiltration

My Piece for the Citrus Dome Collab featuring Villain!Hawks :D

Rating: Explicit

Characters: Hawks/ Keigo Takami

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Kidnapping, Light Bondage, Sub/Dom Dynamics

The night was hot as hell. Strands of hair stuck to your forehead and sweat tickled your cheeks. Summer humidity was bad enough and it was near unbearable to stand while you were stuffed inside a ventilation shaft. Despite its dilapidated state, the old hospital had been locked down tighter than Tartarus. Iron bars at every window, thick, new padlocks with hefty chains strewn across every door. It had taken a while to map out the internal workings of the building and even now with every precaution you had taken, you still prayed your target was blissfully unaware that the entry to the airways could indeed be silently pried open and, were actually big enough for you to fit; as long as you remained stealthy enough. At some points the rusted metal had groaned under your weight, forcing your heart into your throat as you froze and waited. Your target wasn’t due here just yet, in fact he wasn’t due for another hour or so. Patience would reward you on this job, since Hawks was damn near impossible to sneak up on. You would wait as long as it took. Arriving later would run the risk of being seen either by him or some other lackey at his disposal. You would wait, no matter how damned uncomfortable it was or how much you craved a cleansing shower when all of this was said and done. 

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Infiltration

My Piece for the Citrus Dome Collab featuring Villain!Hawks :D

Rating: Explicit

Characters: Hawks/ Keigo Takami

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Kidnapping, Light Bondage, Sub/Dom Dynamics

The night was hot as hell. Strands of hair stuck to your forehead and sweat tickled your cheeks. Summer humidity was bad enough and it was near unbearable to stand while you were stuffed inside a ventilation shaft. Despite its dilapidated state, the old hospital had been locked down tighter than Tartarus. Iron bars at every window, thick, new padlocks with hefty chains strewn across every door. It had taken a while to map out the internal workings of the building and even now with every precaution you had taken, you still prayed your target was blissfully unaware that the entry to the airways could indeed be silently pried open and, were actually big enough for you to fit; as long as you remained stealthy enough. At some points the rusted metal had groaned under your weight, forcing your heart into your throat as you froze and waited. Your target wasn’t due here just yet, in fact he wasn’t due for another hour or so. Patience would reward you on this job, since Hawks was damn near impossible to sneak up on. You would wait as long as it took. Arriving later would run the risk of being seen either by him or some other lackey at his disposal. You would wait, no matter how damned uncomfortable it was or how much you craved a cleansing shower when all of this was said and done. 

Minutes ticked by like hours. The only thing worse than the thick air was the encompassing darkness. Well that, or the fuzzy layer of dust that coated the surface of the shaft as well as your clothes. At least it wasn’t your hero outfit, that would have been too recognisable. Every movement through the air ducts had been measured, care taken not to disturb the dirt and knock it into your nose. It was strenuous and your muscles were already aching, but if you managed to obtain the intel you needed, all of this nonsense would be so very worth it. Slowly, gently you adjusted your legs to ease the dull ache forming in them. It would all be worth it, it had to be. A few months back your agency had been informed that Hawks had gone rogue. His double agent activities had been completely hidden from the public, as well as most of the heroes working in the area. Higher ups stuffed in expensive suits were mopping their brows as they revealed the situation. Keigo’s abilities we’re too good, he was the number two hero and they refused to believe he had been captured. The only other reason he would stop all communication was defection. It seemed far fetched to you, but not impossible. 

Your breath caught in your throat as your vision suddenly flooded with dull light. Through the thin grating before you, slots of sickly yellow illuminated the cramped space, revealing just how grimy it was and you didn’t wanna think about the metres of muck you’d just crawled through. Heavy double doors swung open in the room beneath you. After all your tracking, shaking down informants and crappy civilian disguises to map out Hawk’s movements, the bastard had deviated his schedule and arrived much earlier than anticipated. That flush of crimson feathers was a dead giveaway as he sauntered over to a desk and took a seat at his leisure. Strangely, he was alone. Adrenaline was rushing through your veins as you peered through the grating from your hidden perch. Tailing this man had been near impossible. Everybody was tightlipped about the whole affair, either through fear or loyalty. Thankfully, the application of alcohol in a seedy, underground bar finally loosened the tongue of a low ranking villain , that and your favourite little black dress. All he gave you was a slurred complaint of his newest colleague and how the “young featherbrained upstart” didn’t know his place. 

Hawks breathed out a languid sigh, propping his booted feet onto the desk as he stretched his arms above his head as though he’d just come home from his daily nine to five job. After following the movements of the loudmouth villain, you’d been able to tail the number two hero after a brief meeting. He hadn’t been an easy mark, but at the very least you had a feasible time table for a few evenings out of the week. He always came to this abandoned hospital as a sort of base of operations and up until now, he hadn’t been alone. Your muscles tensed as you continued to watch him, waiting for others to show up, for something tangible to happen that you could record and report back with. After moments of sweet nothing, he pushed himself away from the desk, chair legs screeching across the cracked floor as he gave himself enough room to stand. His wings spread in another stretch with an impressive span that almost hit wall to wall. They shuddered, feathers bristling before he tucked them close to his back once again and started removing his jacket. 

At this point you couldn’t blame him, the heat was intolerable regardless of what tiny space you just so happened to be crammed in. That black shirt beneath clung to his skin, tight and form fitted to every curve and bump of his lean muscle. There was no avoiding it; the man was damned beautiful, though you internally kicked yourself for such a thought while you were on a mission. Bringing your focus back to your target proved difficult however when he took hold of the bottom of his shirt and started to lift. Your mouth was cotton dry,  even at this angle you could see his firm abdominals as they were slowly revealed. You almost forgot to swallow, biting your lip hard enough to bruise it. Heat was rising, threatening to make you boil beneath your skin. Your stomach felt like it was twisting your guts and you had to grit your teeth to keep your body from twitching. Was this really ok? Granted you were here to spy on the hero but this seemed to take it a step too far. For a second you shut your eyes, carefully wiping your brow before forcing your attention back to Hawks who was now shirtless.

Just as you resigned yourself to your fate, a light tingle fluttered against the back of your neck. You ignored it, brushing off the feeling to remain still. Hawks spread his wings, flapping them as he stood to create a light pulse of air to rush through the grate you were looking through. Dust curled upwards and you felt your nose tickle and your eyes itch. He couldn’t have done that on purpose, he couldn’t have detected you in here just yet. Nose pinched and eyelids fluttering the tears away, you kept quiet and still, until that crawling sensation returned to the back of your neck. It was too firm to be sweat and it couldn’t have been your hair. Nausea swirled in your stomach at the thought of an insect exploring your skin. Gently you reached behind you, especially careful not to shift your weight as you reached for the offending creature. Your eyes bulged in their sockets as your fingertips brushed against a row of soft fronds. Fear swelled in your throat too thick to swallow. Instinctively you snatched and the second your fist curled around the object, you recognised the shape. Still you brought it to the light, dread clawing at your skin as you confirmed the crimson red feather between your fingers. 

“Enjoying the show?” 

The cocky drawl of his voice had you clenching your jaw. He knew you were here, he knew exactly where you were thanks to that blasted feather. The mission was over; now you were the target. There was no time to reason or bargain, you were dealing with a traitor who just so happened to be one of the strongest heroes in Japan. Golden eyes were now fully focused in your direction, though he couldn’t see you through the metal. His wings shuddered, opening fully before dozens of feathers released around him and pointed straight up. Time to run. Employing your quirk, you lashed yourself to the side of the vent behind you. You moved quickly, drawn to the surface like a magnet until you hit it with both feet. Feathers ripped through the airway and followed your lead, giving you no time to waste. Adjusting your position, you lashed yourself to the next side, effectively reversing back out of the shafts at a frantic speed. Finally you were able to point your feet up and bust back out onto the roof. The weaving vents helped in slowing down the feathers, but you had no doubt they were still following behind. Landing with a clumsy roll, you righted yourself and sprinted to the edge of the hospital. 

The breeze was a relief as you focused on the side of another building, the force of your quirk pulling your body towards it as though you’d been thrown. Your quirk had been difficult to master, often it would send you hurtling across a room with no control. Now you could switch it off and on at will, using it to lash yourself to an object as long as it was enough to support your weight. It allowed you to clear impossible distances in one jump, hopefully tonight it would allow you to shake off your pursuer. The city flashed by you in a blur as you picked up speed, rocketing from building to building. You twisted your body, chancing a look behind you. Hawks was following your movements quickly, beating his powerful wings to close the distance. The cocky bastard even had time to put his jacket back on before he gave chase. He would catch you if you continued like this, if not him then the horde of feathers that were also headed your way. It was obvious from his recent activity that Hawks didn’t want to be seen, so you had to bring this pursuit within the view of the public. 

Midway through your leap, you cancelled out your quirk and allowed yourself to freefall. Turning your head slightly, you couldn’t resist but throw a mock salute at the winged hero. Though he was a fair distance away, you could have sworn you could see a smirk splitting his face. You dropped between vast blocks of concrete. Before you fell too low, you reached out with your quirk once again and shot your way to the side of an office building. The chase was far from over and despite the stakes, a part of you was enjoying the thrill. You zipped through the city, lashing yourself from structure to structure. Hawks likely wouldn’t follow you himself, but there was a chance his feathers would. Charging through the twists and turns of the city at full speed was rapidly draining your energy. Limbs burned with promises of aches and pain for days to come after this. It didn’t matter though, all you had to do was retreat far enough in one burst then report back to your agency. Your lungs were burning by the time you made it to a dark corner of the city, a quiet area you seldom came to. You let yourself drop, utilising a weak pull of your quirk to drop yourself down and continue on foot. 

After rushing into an alley, you finally stopped to check your surroundings. No sign of feathers, no sign of Hawks. For a precaution you gave it a few moments before you allowed yourself to breathe a sigh of relief. Your body ached, covered in a sheen of sticky sweat and who knows what else from the dusty air ducts. As you stripped your kevlar, you tapped your communicator and waited for a reply.

“Hey, I uh hit a snag.” you panted, leaning against the wall for support.

“So I can see, why the sudden escape?” Command had been tracking your movements, though you had to wonder if that had compromised you somehow.

Strictly for rescue they said, you had no reason to argue against it. 

“He knew I was there. More than that, he knew I was going to be there ahead of time. The second he arrived he was searching for me.” you explained, sweeping hair from your forehead. 

“I see. Are you safe?” 

At this point you could only make the assumption that you were. You didn’t think Hawks would risk being seen, not after he’d tried so hard to stay off the radar. 

“I’m pretty sure I lost him. Populated area, he won’t want to be seen here. He’s too easily recognised.” you replied, scoping out the buildings nearby. 

“He saw my quirk though, probably knows who I am…” 

Silence fell from the other line before you heard an exasperated sigh. 

“Then we’ll secure your home. I’ll send an escort to pick you up from this hotel, check in and get some rest while you’re waiting.” 

You expected as much. Though the thought of Villain lackeys invading your personal space made you sick to your stomach. 

“Thanks… I’ll head over there now.” 

After the adrenaline filtered out of your system you were left with a lead weight in your gut. The hotel location fed through on your watch and you trudged in it’s direction, limbs tingling and heavy from fatigue. The mission had failed and you had been revealed to the enemy, what a night… 

The hotel was pretty basic, not that it mattered. After checking in you had only one thing on your mind, a hot, soothing shower. Even stripping off your clothes was a chore, peeling them from your wet skin, they were left to fall into a heap, kevlar and all. Cooling water hit your flesh like a cleansing wash over your body. A low moan escaped you as you stood beneath the flow, gently covering the entirety of your tired form. Muscled relaxed, your tense shoulders finally dropped and you were finally at a comfortable temperature after enduring that damned humidity.  Mulling over the events of the day however, had you rubbing your temples in frustration. How did he know? That wolfish grin stuck in your mind like a splinter. Followed by the image of Hawks casually stripping before your eyes. Maybe you could at least take that as a consolation prize, it was a damned pleasing sight after all. You were almost disappointed that he hadn’t carried the charade on a little longer, given himself enough time to drop those trousers as well.

Mentally you shook yourself, attempting to push the thought out of your head but the more you tried, the deeper it was planted. Your hands roamed your body as you rinsed away the last of the shower gel. The thought of those gold, piercing eyes staring straight into yours sent pleasant tingles beneath your skin. You bit your lip before releasing a breath you didn’t even know you were holding before parting your legs. The mission failed, there was no harm in cheering yourself up a little, was there? The instant your fingers slipped between your thighs you began to feel relief from the building ache. Your breath hitched as you allowed your fingertips to roam the length of your folds before gently circling your already swollen clit. There was no stifling the mewl that drifted from your open mouth. His chiseled face, that cocky smile and that sculpted body were all you could see. You yearned to touch him, flutter your fingertips against his chest, along the ridges of his abs and further still. You wanted to see him above you, caging you in with those powerful arms. Fingers slipped between your slick petals, easily sliding inside you and you sighed in pleasure. Doing this to yourself over a suspected villain no less, was different. The danger, the rush you associated with him only made your body increase in sensitivity and you just couldn’t keep yourself quiet.

“Fuck…” you breathed, leaning against the cool tiling of the shower. 

You released a shaky breath, your fingers pulsing faster and faster at the thought of that beautiful man fucking you into next week. 

“H-Hawks…” 

Whispering his name only heightened the rush. With your free hand you reached for your breast, teasing and rolling your swollen nipple between your fingers.  

“Hawks… fuck me Hawks…” you whimpered a little louder for your own benefit.

“Maybe if you ask nicely…” 

The world stopped. Your body froze in place. That voice was unmistakable. That outline of a winged man waiting beyond the translucent shower curtain could only belong to one person. 

“Oh...shit.” was all you could muster as you pulled your fingers out. 

The bathroom became silent once you turned off the water, aside from a few nervous drips that seemed to emulate your pounding heartbeat. 

“I’ll save you some face, little bird.” he told you and you could hear the insufferable grin in his voice. 

“You can put this on before we have a little...chat.” 

He stepped towards the shower, slipping the bathrobe provided by the hotel past the curtain while the rest of him remained respectfully hidden. What choice did you have but to take it? Gingerly you accepted the robe, slipping it over your naked form and gaining back at least a little dignity. Once the belt was tied securely, the curtain was pulled back to reveal your target, free hand settled on his hips.

“Pardon the phrase but, if you come quietly it’ll make it easier on the both of us.” 

His tone was almost sickeningly pleasant and you could feel heat rushing to your cheeks. He offered his hand to you, which understandably you were very hesitant to take. His smile faded, golden eyes flashing dangerously every second that lurched by. 

“I don’t have time for this.” he said bluntly.

Some of his larger feathers detached, floating to his sides to point directly at your throat. You lifted your head and backed away, knowing just how deadly these crimson blades could be. 

“If you’re gonna be stubborn about it, you can take a nap.” 

Before you could react, Hawks pulled a small capsule from his pocket and flicked it straight at you. Before it made impact, it split in two and it’s contents and burst into a small cloud of fine powder. You flinched and turned your head but it made no difference. The powder hit your nostrils and the effect was almost instant. Your head felt heavy as it swayed, your legs buckling as you were overwhelmed by a sickening dizziness.  Darkness enveloped the corners of your vision as you fell forward, caught by a pair of strong arms before everything faded to black.

The ground was cold beneath your bare feet. Your head lolled back in your sleepy haze. A firm grip bruised your wrist until your arms were locked into place above your head. Once the hold was released, you slumped to your knees and landed clumsily on a floor of concrete. Slowly your senses sharpened. A musty, damp scent filled your nose. The sticky humidity of the night air was chased away by the chill of your wet hair. Your limbs were still weak, bones as useful as jelly as your eyelids fluttered open. The light was dim and it took a while for your eyes to adjust. Warm fingertips slid against your jaw, gently lifting your head as a bottle of water was placed against your parted lips. 

“Drink up little bird, don’t want you getting sick on me now…” 

His voice could have been soothing in the right setting. But Hawks wasn’t playing the part of a hero anymore. 

“How considerate…” you mumbled, blurred vision slowly climbing back to normalcy. 

He chuckled, dragging a steel chair to sit across backwards. 

“Still got that smart mouth even now... does that make you gutsy, or stupid?” 

Tugging at your wrists proved worthless. The rope was secured tight, fastened neatly around both arms yet surprisingly it wasn’t uncomfortable.

“Which one gets me outta here alive?” you replied back, a weak smile forming on your lips. 

He clicked his teeth, wings folding neatly behind him as he rest his chin on his forearms. 

“Oh does it have to be so final? I just wanted to ask you some questions…” 

He sounded eerily calm, as though he hadn’t just kidnapped a pro hero and tied them up in a grungy warehouse. You shifted your weight, the drowsy feeling now dissolved into irritating tingles throughout your arms and legs. 

“My name is (y/n), I like long walks on the beach if  you wanna know my star sign is-”

A bark of laughter cut you off. 

“Funny little bird, aren’t you?” he said between giggling, “But the sooner you comply, the quicker we can get outta here… so let’s get serious…” 

His tone lowered, his gaze fixed with those dangerous golden orbs locked with yours. Casually he plucked out a feather, idly twirling between his fingers. 

“I already know your agency, figured that much out when I saw your quirk.” 

Your lips pressed together in a tight line. If Hawks was working with the Villains now, did that mean he could focus their attention on you? A shudder danced up your spine and you weren’t sure if it was due to the cold, or the way Hawks was looking you up and down, like a predator cornering it’s wounded prey. 

“But I wanna know who put you on this mission, which suit gave the order to spy on me?”

It was a simple enough question, too bad you didn’t have a decent answer for him. Averting your gaze, you chewed your bottom lip as you tried to access the situation. Part of you wanted to believe Hawks hadn’t quite crossed over to the other side, that he wouldn’t harm you even if you didn’t obey him. He clicked his teeth and released the feather. 

“C’mon now little bird, don’t force my hand here…” he grunted. 

You watched as the scarlet blade floated closer, inching it’s way nearer to your face. In a split second more had joined of various sizes, all pointed at your prone body. 

“I’m sure you know these feathers aren’t gonna tickle, so how about you tell me what I need to know…” 

His face had darkened, his grip on the back of the chair tightened making it creak. 

“I… I don’t know. I wasn’t there for the meeting, I was just asked to take this on by my usual team…” you meekly replied, gauging his face for some sort of reaction. 

He simply stared for a moment before exhaling a breath he’d apparently been holding. Yet the feathers remained pointed at you. 

“Fine. Then what were your orders?” 

He sighed out that last question. In the low light you could just about see dark circles resting beneath both eyes. His hair was in it’s usual shaggy style, flopping over his brow in strands that you wanted to smooth back in spite of yourself. Yet there were more than a few fly aways, something a little more unkempt to   what you were used to seeing. 

“Uh, you want me to recount the entire briefing?” you bit back with a raised eyebrow. 

The chair screeched as he shoved it away, stepping clear of it to close the gap between you and crouch down to your level. At this proximity you could smell his cologne, along with another scent reminiscent of baked goods. Even now, tied up with feather blades inches away from cutting your flesh, you could feel the heat at your core returning. He said nothing, instead letting his deadpan expression make the threats for him. 

“L-look I… I don’t have any details. You stopped contact with the Heroes, they sent somebody to check on you.” 

It was true to a point. You weren’t entirely sure what else he needed to hear, but you stopped searching for extras when that smile slowly reappeared on his handsome face. 

“They sent you. A fresh faced new hero to catch me in the act. They sent you after the number two hero expecting a job well done?” 

His feathers drooped, turning away from you before they fit back into his wings as he stretched them out to accommodate. His head dropped, fingers pinching his brow in frustration. His words stung. It was true you were a relatively new hero, but you had still made it into a prestigious agency. Hawks rubbed his eyes before raising his gaze back up to meet yours. 

“Oh little bird don’t give me that face, you’ll break my heart.” 

He reached out, tucking wayward hair back behind your ear. His fingertips barely grazed your skin, yet the effect was powerful. Gooseflesh erupted down your arms and a tingling shiver rattled your limbs. 

“Honestly I was impressed. You’re scarily good at covering your tracks. The only problem is when you find a mark with a big mouth, the information goes both ways.” he grinned. 

You flashed back to your nights at the bar. The suited man you had flirted relentlessly with for just a hint of a trail must have mentioned you to his colleagues. As careful as you had been in your line of questioning, it stood to reason that Hawks would have been overly cautious about who had his name in their mouth. Your head dropped a little, a defeated smile on your face. 

“I guess the gamble didn’t quite pay off…” you lamented, shifting your legs and pressing your thighs together. 

He was still close, close enough to feel the warmth of his skin even when he wasn’t directly touching you.

“That’s the way it goes sometimes… Though I have to say I’m disappointed I didn’t get to see the short, black number he described… what was it he said exactly? That it left nothing to the imagination?” 

Oh now he looked damned pleased with himself. That wolfish grin urged you to shuffle back against the wall as much as you could, not that you could go any further. Blood rushed to your cheeks and your eyes were wide and unblinking.  THis cocky bastard was flirting. 

“W-well I don’t see how you can complain given you caught me in my birthday suit!” 

The words came out of your mouth before your brain could catch up and stop you. He caught you alright, he caught you two fingers deep and calling out his damned name and you just reminded him of that. He held up his hand, eyes sparkling in amusement. 

“Ah no, I saw your silhouette. I wouldn’t peek on a lady taking a shower, I’m not some sort of pervert…” 

Something about his crooked smile sparked rebellion. You pulled at your ropes and moved closer to him.

“Oh? Then what was with that mini strip show at the hospital?” 

Your voice wavered a little more than you wanted it to. Hawks’s wings twitched and he turned his head to the side. 

“Did you enjoy the view, little bird?”

His voice spilled from him like liquid velvet. Your breath hitched, heart drumming obnoxiously against your chest and he was getting closer. 

“Is this how I’ll get my answers from you? With honey instead of vinegar…” 

He was an inch away. If your hands weren’t bound you could have touched him so easily. He rocked onto his knees, his fingers curled beneath your chin to keep you still.

“Why don’t we recreate that little fantasy you were having at the hotel…” 

His voice was a whisper before his lips pressed against yours. His mouth was hot, demanding and suffocating, everything you imagined it would be. You whimpered against him, wide eyes shutting as you dropped your defenses and fell into his movements.

“What a pretty sound…” he growled, breaking the kiss with a bite on your bottom lip. “I wanna hear more…” 

You gasped as he trailed a path of kisses along your jawline, locks of hair tickling your face as he closed in on your sensitive neck. Teeth grazing your skin left you breathless and wanting. Fingertips trailed up your exposed thigh, giving it a firm squeeze as his lips and tongue continued to toy with you. 

“Ah-Hawks…” you breathed, voice shamelessly laden with lust. 

He hummed as he sucked your flesh, biting down softly. 

“D-did you betray the heroes? Are you… are you really working with the Villains?” 

His mouth stilled, leaving a soft kiss behind before he pulled back to meet your gaze. 

“If I say yes, will you want me to stop?” he asked simply, hand resting on your leg. 

The hero side of you screamed internally. You couldn’t sleep with a goddamned traitor, you were supposed to be part of the solution. A role model, a shining light in the dark. Yet for weeks on end this man had occupied your thoughts. You had gone to extreme lengths to find him, reading up about every little detail you could to get to know him. It had become something of an obsession, the drive to succeed and impress your agency transformed into figuring out the mystery that was Keigo. And now he had you captured and the only feeling that was clear in the confusion was the heat thrumming from your core. 

“..No, I don’t want you to stop…” you admitted, falling further into the pit. 

His feathers bristled, audibly rustling before they settled once again. His shoulders dropped, as though tension had been released. 

“Good… cause I really didn’t want to.” 

He captured your mouth again, kissing you without restraint. His hands slipped beneath your thighs and suddenly you were lifted as he stood. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. The rope binding you was slack yet you were still restrained, pushed up against the wall and trapped between it and the muscular body pressing your front. He took your arms and looped them around his neck, ensuring you were both trapped with each other.

“You’re fuckin’ beautiful, you know that?” he growled as he bit your neck, sucking and bruising it, marking you as his.

“You’re not the only one who’s been spying little bird…” 

You wanted to respond, hell you would have if your head wasn’t swimming in lust as though it was the only thing that mattered. One arm was all he needed to hold you steady, while the other slipped between you and untied the belt to your gown. 

“Once I knew you were tailing me, I had to know more.”  

The robe fell open, exposing you completely to him. He took his sweet time, fingertips trailing a line between your breasts. 

“You’re a hardworking hero… throwing yourself at danger whenever you can…” 

Your mouth fell open in a needy mewl as he took hold of your breast and ran his thumb over your nipple. 

“Y-you… you were watching me?” you moaned. 

He closed his lips over the swollen bud, tongue circling and flicking and teasing. Your hips rolled against him and he groaned against your skin as you pressed against his painfully hard cock that was still trapped in his clothes. He released your nipple with a gentle bite. 

“A little… but it was enough.” 

He drifted lower, drawing a light pattern on your tummy, looping your hip bone before finally slipping between your wide open legs. He sucked his teeth as he gently slid a finger tip over your clit and down to your swollen, silken petals. 

“Fffffuck… you’re so wet for me little bird.” 

He growled at your ear, slowly toying with your slick flesh. You threw your head back and moaned without restraint, shifting your hips in an attempt for more much needed friction. 

“E-enough f-for what?” you managed to ask, lips trembling as you spoke. 

His hand stilled and he gave you a soft kiss before he plunged two of his long fingers inside you. 

“Enough for me to know I fucking wanted you…” 

You practically squealed, your soaking wet hole welcoming him with ease. He pressed upwards, curling his finger against that soft, spongy flesh he knew would drive you crazy. 

“Damn… this pussy feels good little bird, so fuckin’ tight…” 

He added a second finger and fucked you with them, pumping in and out of you vigorously. You barely noticed when he let you go with his other arm given how hard you were clinging to him. He unzipped his fly and popped the button, his belt jingling as he let it fall with the waistband of his pants. Your breath came in short, sharp gasps as you moved with his rhythm, desperate for more, needing to be filled. 

“Fuck! H-Hawks… please!” 

So ready for him it hurt, a tingling ache that could only be sated by him. He shoved his mouth against yours, muffling your desperate mewls. 

“You know what I’m waiting for baby… say it again for me, I need to hear it…”

He was just as breathless as you, his cheeks and ears tinged a bright pink. 

“Fuck me, Hawks… please? Oh god fuck me Hawks!” 

He cursed like a sailor, snarling as he grabbed your hips squeezing hard enough to leave bruises. 

“Good girl…” was all he could manage before fully sheathing himself within your tight entrance. 

He took a second to adjust, groaning against your neck as though he felt the same sense of relief that you did. Locked together, holding on tight as you could and your toes curled when he shifted his hips and finally started to thrust. 

“Oh fuck… little bird you feel better than I imagined… fuuuuck…” 

Your cries echoed throughout the warehouse. The huge space filled with the noise of your clashing flesh. He filled you so well, hitting every sensitive spot inside you and you could feel your core tighten with pleasure, building up to that explosive release you so desperately needed. 

“Yeah baby, keep makin’ those sounds… I fuckin’ live for them…” 

His hair was splayed in locks over his face and his forehead was shiny with sweat. He grit his teeth, face contorted with animalistic pleasure and you couldn’t help but think that he was more beautiful than ever. With your arms still clasped around his neck, you pulled him into a kiss, tongue hungrily invading his mouth as he continued to fuck you up against the wall. 

“K-Keigo… oh god…”

He grunted against you, pushing himself deeper inside. Your thighs trembled as they gripped his slim waist. 

“What is it little bird… you wanna cum for me?” 

His teeth raked along the shell of your ear, his voice vibrating against it. 

“Then start fucking begging…”

Your voice collapsed into a needy whine. His demands simultaneously frustrated and exhilarated you, enhancing every touch, every thrust of his hips and lick of his tongue. He owned you in this moment and god you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“P-please… Keigo please I need it!” 

Your eyes brimmed with unshed tears as the build slowed along with his pace. He filled you to the hilt, only to slowly retract, making you jerk your hips for more friction.

“Please make me cum… Please make me cum Keigo!” 

He groaned low in his chest, kissing your ear before he adjusted his position. 

“Ooohh that’s it, good girl… such a fucking good girl.” 

His arm slipped between you, his thumb gently pressing against that swollen pearl of nerves. He circled it, moving it in rhythm with his powerful trusts. Heat spread from your core, like flames licking at your skin. Your limbs were trembling as he pulled you to the brink, you couldn’t think and you could barely breathe as he fucked you closer and closer to that freeing release you were both craving. 

“Fuck little bird… fuck I’m gonna…” 

You cried out his name, morals thoroughly abandoned as you thanked him for every touch, every thrust he gave to you. Darkness teased at the corners of your vision, threatening to pull you under as waves of white, hot pleasure rocked through your body. Your grip around him tightened, as did his around you and he continued to fuck you hard through your climax. It didn’t take much for him to reach his own, mouth hanging open as he moaned your name, painting the walls of your cunt with thick, streams of cum. His forearm crashed against the wall, ensuring he didn’t crush you when he slumped forward, his forehead resting gently against yours as you both panted for air. He let loose a breathy chuckle as he carefully pulled himself out. 

“That did it for you huh? You wanted to get nasty and fuck a Villain?” he breathed, unhooking your tired arms from around his neck. 

Carefully he lowered your legs, allowing you to stand with his assistance. 

“No… just you.” 

Your answer seemed to catch him off guard. Arrogance drained from his features and was replaced by a genuine, almost shy smile. Using the wall for support, you wrapped yourself back up in the robe. But still your legs were bare and your feet were pressed against a relentlessly cold floor, sending an unwelcome shiver up your spine. Hawks’ mouth pressed into a tight line as he buckled himself back up again. 

“Come here little bird…” 

This time you took his hand, letting him turn you around and hold you from behind. His wings spread, wrapping around the both of you in a welcomingly soft cocoon. You hummed as you felt their warmth, snuggling a little closer in his arms. 

“You know… the Heroes Association sent you as bait.” he began, his mouth moving against your scalp. 

“They got no proof I’ve done anything wrong, not yet. So they sent a naive little hero after me… hoping I would be pushed into doing something desperate to cover my tracks…” 

You turned your head, catching his tired eyes with yours. 

“Are you doing something wrong Hawks?” 

The wings around you shivered and a breeze of air ruffled your hair as he sighed above you.

“There’s… there’s something I have to do and… the Villains can help me do that.” 

His hands seemed to tense up against you as he waited for your response. 

“And the heroes can’t?” 

His hands met your waist and he turned you to face him, keeping his wings in place. 

“The heroes are the problem little bird.”

His knuckles grazed your cheekbone and for once you saw no trace of that trademark confidence in his face.

“I’m tired of those untouchable bastards pulling the strings and watching us puppets dance.”

Something about him was so sincere, so vulnerable that you couldn’t find it in yourself to call him a liar. There had been rumors and whisperings since you started getting scouted, corruption at the top of the chain. Maybe that’s what he was referring to. 

“Then… does that mean you won’t accept help from a hero anymore?” 

He huffed a stifled laugh, kissing you softly on your nose. 

“That depends on the hero. Maybe I could be persuaded…”

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Phew! This one is a pleasant slow burn (pun very much intended) plenty of teasing and cocky attitude from our resident burnt chicken nuggie. It’s dark in places as to be expected but there’s plenty of fun back and forth between him and the reader. Then ohgodthepayoff... Dabi has a dirty mouth and fuck does he know how to use it. I really enjoyed the idea of him being a god of revenge, it absolutely suits him and makes for a mischievous pairing. Such filth, such love, fucking kudos.

Late Night Devil

A/N: This is my fic for the Citrus Dome Server collab! I’ve spent many hours crying over it, I hope you enjoy it! Make sure you check out the other pieces of the collab too because they’re written by amazing writers!! @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten​

Read the other fics for the collab here!

Word count: 5.7k

Thank you @suckersuki for saving my ass and making this beautiful banner 💕

 Worship has always been a part of your daily routine. Each season you place the fruits of your labor at the altar. Every day you pray. It’s human nature, seeking answers from the Gods. But you never expected one to answer…

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Hoooooooooh boy this was hot... 

This just appealed to all of my guilty pleasures. Bakugou is written so fucking well, arrogant and smug and absolutely to die for. The way he’s described had me blushing like crazy and the smut was divine! This was the first fic I’ve read out of the collab that was dubcon and my gawd... you fuckin’ delivered. I loved the past he had with the reader and honestly would really like a part two :3 

Catch and Release

God of Defense Against Evil! Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

[Gods AU]

[words : 9.2k]

tags : @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten​ as apart of the citrus dome’s server collab. masterlist can be found here. 

warning : explicit sexual content. tw: dubcon/coercion into sex, fingering, bit of a size kink and some breeding mixed in there. the reader fucks a god basically I don’t know what else to tell you. 

Do not read if under the age of 18.

—illness has ravaged your region, most recently sweeping through your village like smoke; an indivisible foe, silent but deadly. Having claimed your dear younger sibling as it’s latest victim, you were at your wits end and in search of nothing short of a miracle to save his life. In a time of intense need, you turned to the Gods for help.   

Though, you never expected an answer back.

before reading : The God I based this off of was the God Bishamonten - A God of warriors originated from India but is regarded as one of Japan’s Seven Lucky Gods. He is prayed to for victory before battle and is a God of defense against foreign invaders overall - this includes illness. In artwork the group of deities have been depicted riding a takabune (treasure ship) in which they land in ports and give out gifts. 

setting : not historically accurate. around 1600′s in Japan.

  I make references to these things so it would help you guys understand some of the metaphors and overall storyline to give that a look before reading!

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