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doflamingosstrings · 6 months

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Havik X Reader - Warnings: Severe gore, violence, blood and gore, bones breaking, guts, smut, AFAB reader! Period sex! ~ 4K words! 💕✨

Pain Is Salvation

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Havik stared upward, his eyes unable to shift from the picturesque scene above him. It was like he was stuck in a dream, a mirage of something he couldn't believe. He was almost afraid to look away, wondering if he did, would the image above him fade away, and he simply couldn't risk such a thing. He refused to blink, even as blood dripped onto his face, and fell down his cheek, his eyes were lidded with lust. He was huffing and heaving in desperation, his mouth open, and his tongue lolled out in hopes of getting even the slightest taste, but alas, even as he silently begged, red only dripped onto his nose and sat there unsatisfyingly instead of him getting a taste.

Your knees were placed on either side of Havik’s head, but you were holding off on taking a seat just yet, admiring the way the raven haired man struggled under you.

Havik was raising his head up, as if the few inches he could raise his neck would allow him to get a taste of the ruby red heaven.

Havik would have happily grabbed your legs and forced them down on his face, but his arms were laying aside, detached at the elbows as he layed on the ground, bleeding out, turning the concrete below him a dark crimson. His arms had been ripped off, which was obvious by the way his skin was torn apart, no clean cuts on either side, and the way his muscles had been split in a similar manner.

Havik’s chest was heaving up and down as it looked like he was having trouble catching his breath, but he was simply too busy trying to inhale your scent so deeply he couldn't keep his breath steady.

If it were cold you were sure you’d be able to see his breath in the air, his mouth wide open and impatient.

The only time Havik’s tongue moved was when a drop of your blood finally landed on it, closing his mouth immediately, wanting to taste you desperately. Havik hummed, but it was more of a groan as his voice was so rough as he savored your flavor, wanting nothing but to have more of you.

“..More…” Havik said between desperate breaths as he lifted his head up, pleading with your pussy to give him more of what he desired.

Havik was entranced by the vision above him, adoring, almost worshiping the way your pussy was tinted red, slick and moist, and so fucking wet. Your essence dripping out of you, it was messy, and it had no shape. Your blood mixed with your lust flowed where it pleased, unbothered by form or correction, in its most basic form, it was chaotic. And what more would Havik need to consider your pussy something worth his worship, than the simple fact that its essence took the properties of chaos in its stride?

“What do we say when we want something?” You ask deviously, as you playfully swayed your hips from side to side.

“Let me taste..let me have it..” Havik begged, but you just looked at him, silently telling him you wanted more.

“Bleed on my tongue, smear your sanguine lust from my nose, to my chin till it runs off my face,” Havik begged, and you couldn't deny he was one hell of a begger.

“I’m not sure if there's enough for that,” You said with a smile, even though it certainly felt like it.

“Then let’s make it otherwise,” Havik said as he raised what was left of his arms upward. He would have been grabbing your thighs and pulling you down if he could, but his hands were left twitching on the floor, unattached.

“Hmm,” You thought for a moment as you teased the man under you, Havik licking at nothing in the purest form of desperation. “That’s really cute,” You said as you saw another drop of your blood splash onto the other’s cheek.

Havik grunted, almost growling in frustration as he lifted his head as high as he could once more, and started biting, but he still couldn't reach. You thought he looked like a piranha being teased with its one and only meal of the day, but it was a look that suited him rather well.

“You want it that bad?” You asked, knowing the answer to your question already.

“YES!” Havik yelled in frustration, as if he were angry. “Now give it to me you temptress,” He said, but you just gave him an evil look.

“That’s not how we ask, now is it?” You asked, and Havik’s furrowed brows immediately softened, knowing he had just fucked up.

“No…no, I didn't mean to yell..” Havik said, his tone breathy and full of worry. “I just need it, It’s all I've been able to think about for weeks!” Havik explained in a panicked manner.

“Oh?” You asked with a grin, wondering why he had come crawling back to you.

“Damn your tantalizing body,” Havik said with a hiss. “To restrain my high to once a moon,” He said, and he almost sounded spiteful.

“If only you leaked red every day…” He said as his breathing became heavy. “I would be the throne you sit on, the bed you retire to, and the clothing that covers you,” Havik said, panting like an animal as he spoke.

“There is no one in any realm I've seen that can satisfy me the way you can,” Havik said, as your eyes lidded in response. “No one hurts me the way you do…” Havik said as he stared into your eyes.

“So please….” Havik begged, as his eyes pleaded with you. “Please let me have some…” Havik begged, and you couldn't help but shiver at his words.

“If you ask like that..” You said as the other’s eyes immediately widened at your positive tone. You laughed, and then lowered yourself onto his face, knowing he didn't want to hear any more words, and Havik immediately went to work.

Havik opened his mouth, his tongue immediately licking at your pussy, allowing his tongue to lay flat, and move from your opening, to your clit, immediately swallowing once he thought he had enough.

Havik couldn't help but shiver as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. In his mind, there truly was no better bliss than this.

Havik would have been singing your praises, adoring every part of you, but he didn't want to waste his breath speaking when he had the most precious thing in any realm in his mouth right now.

Havik’s tongue lapped at your insides hysterically, wanting more and more with every taste. If his arms were attached, he would have been clawing at your skin.

The noises the Chaosrealmer under you was making were more than depraved. His grunts and whines mixed with the slurping and sloppy licking had you almost unable to hold yourself up. He was so good at it, and your pussy was being fully attended to.

“Fuhh…” You attempted to curse, but Havik’s tongue was making you forget your words. For a man with no lips, he certainly didn't let that hold him back from pleasuring you. You shivered, grinding down on Havik’s face, smearing your creamy red essence all over his face, just as he requested, and the groan he let out was pathetic.

His tongue snaked up inside of you, causing you to fully sit on the other’s face, wanting his tongue to go deeper inside of you. He was lapping and swirling it around inside you, only taking it out so he could swallow, then a moment later, it was back inside of you, cleaning the blood from your walls.

His tongue was curling against your walls, in an attempt to collect any and everything that was inside you. If you let him, he’d eat you out till you couldn’t even tell you were bleeding, and he’d do it again and again, until his tongue fell off, and even then, he’d just regrow it and start once more.

“Hgnnghh..” Havik moaned under you, his eyes closed in pure bliss as he indulged himself in your flavor.

You smiled, and then pulled away, causing the man below you to shoot you a confused look, his mouth open in lust as his blood coated his teeth and gums, down to his chin, but not as much as he would have preferred.

Havik looked concerned, wondering if he had done something wrong, or if he wasn't pleasing you properly. Why did you pull that sweet nectar away from him mid feast?

You smiled down at him, which calmed his nerves ever so slightly, relieved that you weren't upset with him at the very least.

Your hands, and legs from the knee down were spotted in blood, but not yours. Your blood was staining the inside of your thighs, but that was nothing compared to the splotches of scarlet Havik had created on the floor. Your hands were damp from creating these injuries, but there were only small pools of red on the ground, so your knees had gotten splattered.

You smiled to yourself as you moved away, scooting your body down so you were now straddling the other’s legs, your knees on either side of Havik’s thighs.

Havik was entirely clothed, but he didn't wear much from the midriff up in the first place. You looked around, growing slightly when you couldn't find what you were looking for.

“I could've sworn I had a knife somewhere…” You said as you searched the room you were in with your eyes.

You were in a basement attached to your house, fully concrete, cold, and dark. There were four lights flickering in each corner, and a single one above you, illuminating the scene under you. It was hard to see what wasn't under the direct light, so you weren't surprised you couldn't find what you were looking for.

You glanced at Havik, and he turned his head, pointing with his eyes to his arm lying to the side of you. You followed where he was looking with your own eyes, realizing you had left your knife over on his arm.

While it was true his arms were ripped off, you were having trouble breaking the bone by yourself, so you first tried to hack away at it with a knife, but Havik proposed a better solution, and broke his bone off himself, which is why his arms were torn off at the joint.

You slumped, you didn't feel like crawling off of him to go fetch your knife, even if it only were a few feet away. You thought for a moment, and suddenly an idea came to your mind.

“Make me something sharp,” You requested as you sat right below his lap, on his thighs.

Havik felt a wave of lust wash over him, though he didn't know exactly what you were going to do, he knew where this was going. He knew you were going to hurt him, and the thought had him nervous with excitement.

With every moment he wasn't being actively torn into, he was on edge. He never knew if he was dreading or hoping for the pain, but he did know that there was always a rush before it happened, and that rush felt like a high.

Havik nodded, sat up, and regenerated his arms, flashes of pink light sparking as the limbs formed seemingly out of nothing. In an instant, his arms were back together, fully formed and fully healed. Havik tested his arms, flexing his muscles and curling his fingers, making sure they were working properly. He moved his arms at every joint, and as expected, there were no problems.

Havik then grabbed his right arm with his left, his hand wrapping around his forearm, right where it met his elbow. He then grit his teeth together, and bent his arm downward, opposite of how his joints allowed his arm to move. His heart sank when he felt an alarming pain in his arm, as his bones cracked, but didn't break. His heart sinking was the start of that rush he’d always get when his injuries were major.

Havik then moved his hand to his wrist and pulled downward even harder, this time his bones did more than crack, and they broke apart. His arm was still attached by skin and muscle on the bottom, so he had to pull his arm away by the wrist, feeling his muscles sting and burn as they were torn away from skin, ripping apart until his limb was once again free from his own body.

Havik shuddered as the inside of his flesh once again felt the cool air, a feeling most people would never experience. Havik then looked at his own arm in his hand, and brought it upward so he could look.

There were two pointed bones sticking out of his appendage, they’d both been broken off at the same angle so there was a notable point. This was a sight Havik was familiar with, as these bones were the easiest to break on the spot and did the most damage when stabbing.

Havik brought his arm upward and opened his mouth, biting onto his radius and closing his teeth down around it tightly. He let go of his arm, his teeth holding it up before he replaced his hand on his ulna. He gripped one bone with his teeth, and the other with his hand, and then started to pull it apart. Blood was spurting everywhere, getting Havik’s upper body messy in the process. Flesh was torn apart, the ripping noises almost inappropriate, until his arm was split in half.

Havik then tossed the extra half of his arm aside, still holding the other half up with his teeth. He then gripped the flesh around the other side of the bone, and started tearing away at it until the bone was clean, as clean as a freshly torn-out bone could be.

Havik was breathing heavily by the time he had scraped all of his meat off of his bone, but he was proud of how good of a job he did. He then held out his bone toward you, and your brows were raised in surprise, noting how quickly and flawlessly he completed your request.

You happily took the bone in your hand, examining it momentarily before smiling. The bone was split rather crudely, which made it jagged on one side, almost perfect for what you were intending to use it for.

Havik was leaning back, his one arm placed behind him as he leaned back and admired your form. You only had a shirt on, so it was quite a sight to behold.

Your gaze immediately focussed on Havik’s stomach, examining how he had armor on, attached by two straps. One strap slung across his chest, while the other crossed just above his navel.

“Perfect,” You thought, knowing you didn't have to cut any clothing away.

You placed a hand on the other’s stomach, using your middle and pointer fingers to rub soft circles against his skin. You glanced up at Havik and gave him a genuinely soft smile, which threw the other man off. You then softly lined up Havik’s detached bone right where his belly button was, and without any doubt or hesitation, you stabbed him. The bone entered easily, with only a pained grunt coming from the raven.

“Good job,” You said, truly meaning your praise.

Havik shivered, not at the pain, which was very much apparent, but at your praise.

“Just a little more,” You said as you started sawing the bone to the left, effectively cutting the man open.

“Haahh..” Havik moaned as he felt a rough tearing sensation in his stomach.

“That’s it,” You said with a smile as you looked back down to make sure you were making a straight line, moving the bone back and forth, forward and back as blood came pouring out of his stomach and into his lap.

“HNGhjhh…Uhhhh..Hahhhh…” Havik moaned rather loudly as he felt his blood start pouring out of his stomach.

You smiled at his moans, loving the way his breathing was being interrupted by your violent addition to his body.

“FUuckk…Ahhhh..” Havik moaned out loudly as you sawed away at his flesh.

You stopped your movements, and Havik was more than disappointed when you did. You gave him a grin as you pulled the bone away, blood still pouring out of him, your hand now covered in it up until your wrist.

You then stuck the bone right back into where you had originally plunged into him, turning the bone so the serrated side was facing the other way.

Before you could start sawing the other way in order to have a straight line cut into him, Havik leaned forward and placed his hand on your wrist, now having to lean the other way so he wouldn't fall over.

You looked up at him, wondering what the problem was, but his eyes were lidded with lust.

“I’m gonna cum…if you keep...ahhhh…going..” Havik said in between groans.

You felt your lower half throb when you heard him speak, you didn't think more attractive words could ever have been spoken. You looked down at his crotch, and though it was still clothed, but covered in blood, he was clearly fully erect.

You smirked, shoving the bone inside the man further, which had him huffing in pleasure. “Hold that,” You said, and he did as he was told, holding his bone inside of him.

You placed your hands on his pants and quickly slipped them away, Havik needing to lift his hips momentarily so you could. It’s not like they were doing him any good bathed in blood anyway.

You admired the basically naked man in front of you, not that you hadn't seen it before, but it was always a pleasure to see.

You then reached forward, and placed a hand on his cock, throbbing and standing to attention. Havik’s eyes twitched when he felt your hand on his dick. He was more than sensitive, and he wasn't sure he could handle you touching him.

“Fuhhh…fu..fuuhckk….” Havik said as he shook his head. “Dont-..Ahhh..don’t touch..” Havik moaned.

“Too sensitive baby?” You asked, and all you got back was a pathetic nod.

You chuckled, letting your hand slip away. “You can let go now,” You said, as you placed your hand back on Havik’s detached bone that was sticking out of his stomach. Havik moved his body to the same position he was in before, setting his hand on the ground behind him and leaning backward.

“If you keep going…” Havik warned you as his eyes stayed fixed on where you were ravaging his body.

“Go ahead,” You said as you started cutting, which made the other man throw his head back in pleasure. You then got back to work, cutting the other open, sawing his flesh apart till warm blood started gushing out of him even more. His cock was now covered in his own blood, though you were sure he would've loved to be covered in yours.

“Fuck..” Havik whimpered out, a tone you didn't hear often from the other man.

“Just a bit..” You said as you continued to cut through him. “More,” You said as the bone had finally gotten through to the other side of his stomach.

You swiftly pulled the bone out and admired your work. You glanced at the other’s cock, standing tall and leaking precum, drenched in red.

Havik was shaking, his eyes glossed over in pleasure as he knew one last thing would throw him over the edge.

“Awe,” You said as you placed the bone on the ground. For such a violent man, he was acting so cute right now.

You looked at your hands and tried to swipe the blood off of them, but all that really did was smear it around. You then shrugged and stood up. You would have brushed yourself off, but you were already covered in gore, so it wouldn't make much difference.

You stepped aside, over the other’s legs till you were standing directly beside him. Havik turned his head and looked up to see you, but his gaze was met with a heavy kick to the chest.

Havik barked, not expecting that to happen. He glanced back up at you, his eyes full of desire, but as soon as your eyes met, his body received another kick.

“AUgk-!” Havik yelled as he was thrown off balance. You kicked him to the side, flipping him over so he was now lying on his stomach in a pool of maroon.

Havik couldn't keep himself upright properly because he only had one arm to work with as he was kicked over to his stomach. His cheek was laying against concrete and he shook his head. He placed a hand on the ground and raised his upper body.

Havik raised his upper body till his chest was a solid foot off the ground, but that’s when he couldn't stop shivering and shuddering.

At that point, as soon as gravity hit him when he tried to sit up, his organs started slipping out of his body. Those cuts were so deep, and his

“Oohhh..ugh-...ahhh fuck-” Havik cursed as his intestines fell out of his body and onto the ground.

Havik could hardly keep his head up, as his insides slipped out of him, his blood painting the floor in an absurd amount of gore.

Havik’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt unable to stop himself from cumming right there and then.

“AHHhh! Hnghh- ahhh..” Havik whimpered out as he came all over his own blood and intestines.

Havik’s cheek was planted on the ground as he could hardly keep his eyes open. He felt his cock throb and twitch as spurts of cum came out of him.

He was moaning like a fool, his white streaks of pleasure disappearing into a seemingly endless ocean of red.

“Ahhhh. Fuuhhckk…” Havik said, though his words were hard to make out at this point.

You smiled and kneeled down, placing a hand on the other’s bare ass, rubbing his gore against his soft cheeks.

Havik huffed and writhed on the ground, he had always fantasized of his stomach being sliced open, and his organs leaking out like a sack of produce. He squirmed at the way his insides felt, his stomach and pancreas shifting as his intestines made space for them to move around.

Havik was drooling at this point, unable to feel anything but the purest form of pleasure. His fingers, toes, and cock were twitching, as he released the contents of his balls onto the floor

All you could hear was Havik’s panting, trying to catch his breath, but with such severe injuries, you were sure it was much more of a challenge.

You were caressing the raven's back, grabbing at his ass from time to time as you painted him in carnage.

“...Be..” Havik started between shudders. “..my queen,” He finished as he finally opened his eyes, and turned his head so he could see you.

You smiled and placed a kiss on his back, tasting his scarlet desire on your lips, and Havik needed no more answer than that, his blood in your mouth a mark of your devotion.

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master-build · 1 year

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Call of Duty Masterpost 2

Hello! Welcome to my Call of Duty Masterpost!! If you happen to see this, this is a masterpost of various Call of Duty fanfics and masterlists that I have come across from different authors. If you are one of these authors and do not want your work shared here, please message me. Other than that, please enjoy and check in often as this is continuously being edited.

Masterlists

Widow Series by euovennia prologue chapter one chapter two chapter three

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Professor Price Masterlist by guyfieriii

Knights in Shining Tactical Gear Masterlist by lay-z

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El Día Que Me Quieras Rudy x Reader by bitchysouljellyfish

Rudy playing piano x Reader by multi-fandom-imagine

Needed Comfort Ghost x Reader by beatificwriting

Late Night Talks Ghost x Reader by lay-z (part 2 included)

Following Orders Ghost x Reader by cotton-charms

König x Reader by whiskeynwriting

c’mon, use me König x Reader by tinykonig

Multiple CoD Men getting pussy drunk by thekeystothebasement

Lustful Gold and a Crimson-Stained Tongue Price x Reader by halcyone-of-the-sea

Task Force Headcanon Dump by lacedmead Simon Riley, John Mactavish, John Price

Blind Date Ghost x Reader by inkinflix (part 2 linked)

All My Ghosts Ghost x Reader by inkinflux

Sharing Body Heat Ghost x Reader by darkworkcourier

Sweet and Spicy Soap HCs by holdmyhand

SFW Alphabet with Rudy by vampsquerade

Task Force 141 x Reader being cradled by bingoboingobongo

Task Force 141 Protecting Their Daughters by bingoboingobongo

Sweet Dreams Ghost x Reader by danirizz

Ghost Proposes by dulceb3at

My Girls Ghost x Reader by circe69

Task Force 141 plus König, Rodolfo and Alejandro’s reactions to you being their waitress by personwhowrites

Mountains and Men by tropes-and-tales

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bombsquad9 · 2 months

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Hello! I am Ro, and I am 18-21 year old trans man. I write for many fandoms (which shall be listed below). This is indeed my second account, I deleted my last one because I needed to refresh everything (feed, posts, etc). I will try to post frequently, and if I do not then please be patient with me, because it probably means burn out or poor mental health. I also have a new Wattpad account, which the username is also bombsquad09 (it will also be linked below, along with a tag list). Every fandom and character within will be in alphabetical order. Some of the fandoms I do write for will not be listed, and that is due to me not taking requests for those specific fandoms. Thank you!

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curestardust · 1 year

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Dust Watched: Macross Δ Movie 2: Zettai Live!!!

Genres: Action, Mecha, Music, Space // 2h movie // M01 (x)

My experience with this movie could be summed up in a single sentence which is “Slow the fuck down!!”

✧ story ✧

Obligatory note that I’m not really into Macross or Mecha stuff. I do enjoy it but its plot leaves my brain the second the anime ends, which is kind of a problem when you’re trying to write about a franchise branching across 50 years.

Anyway, this movie is the sequel and ending to the previous one which shows us an Alternate Universe story of the events of the original Macross Delta series.

The biggest problem this movie suffers from is that it tries to tackle about 100 things at once. Character drama, character relationships, character progression, a movie only plot, expanding on the original plot, wrapping up elements of the original plot, wrapping up this movie only plot, referencing the previous franchises, bringing back old characters, introducing new characters, giving character focus to THESE characters, a huge dose of exposition dumping then add a sprinkle space battles in the mix and the flow and tonal shifts of the show felt like *I* was the one sitting in one of the mechas and going at lightspeed.

I feel like I’d need a thesis to talk about the story and not get something wrong so I won’t. All in all, it was your usual affair of Big Bad Mecha needs to be taken down, and then it is. Yay!

✧ characters ✧

Offta, they really tried to force a lot of things on the characters. The tonal shifts are the worst here; we can go from one scene where Makina is pushing her boobs up against Mirage and they’re goofing around only to then transition into a scene of someone dying a tragic death. A good example of just how much is going on is Bogue; he goes from hating humans still, to losing one of his comrades in battle, to joining up with the humans and taking orders from their commander. All the while, we basically see no reaction from him to all this besides one or two side comments. They try to give Mirage a plotline as well, and it... I mean it’s alright? RIP to all Hayate/Mirage shippers out there tho. And speaking of...

Freyja, oh my dear girl. Freyja (and Hayate’s) plotline gets the most focus even though with everything going on their scenes have a lot less impact than they should have had.

<spoiler> I almost was about to say that the last scene was truly heartbreaking but they pussied out. BRO!!! Show me her passing on properly! Her vanishing into the wind in her lover’s arms would’ve been so impactful but before that can happen they just show the credits? Why?? This an AU, you don’t have to do the “did-she-or-didn’t-she” game here, she is alive in the original series, so just commit to it! <spoiler>

Oh right, almost forgot about them. Yami_Q_Ray, who are even on the cover, went really underutilized which is a big shame. Would’ve loved to see more of them.

✧ art ✧

The art was also veeery wonky most of the time. The background art were gorgeous, the mechs looked good enough I guess (I don’t know anything about mechs) but the characters... in some scenes they looked like paper cutouts pasted on a background. They lacked detail and depth. The animation was the same. Weird and janky. The CGI looked the best (the inro sequence of Walküre was a treat). The battles were really hard to follow too.

✧ sound ✧

Fantastic as usual. Macross has always been about the music and I’m glad that at least that didn’t disappoint.

✧ overview ✧

In conclusion, I feel like they spent 90% of the budget on the 10 minute long Macross F short in the beginning of the movie. Which I didn’t talk about cause I genuinly have no clue what was going on but damn did it look great.

My Rating: 5/10

#macross #macross delta #dusty reviews

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peachsayshi · 2 years

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Secret Vows - Ex!Husband Suguru x F!Reader

A/N: [ MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI ] honestly, this was an excuse for me to write a short baby making smut drabble with suguru so here you go (we are going to assume that this is a happy au where suguru didn’t go crazy and wound up as a teacher at jujutsu tech) - I am taking ideas for Ex!husband Nanami & Suguru drabbles! -(still thinking of a good enough reason that broke these two up so sorry if it’s kind of vague)

Tags: smut, tension, slight breeding kink, slightly possessive suguru

“You’re not making any sense right now, gorgeous...” Suguru sweetly mocked your incoherent whimpers, a wicked grin shining from ear to ear admiring your delirious state.

Through your blurred vision you could make out the handsome devil that was your ex-husband, his obsidian hair framing those perfectly sculpted cheekbones and locking you in to his darkened stare. A cry escaped you instead of words, your lashes fluttering rapidly as your eyes rolled to the back of your head feeling Suguru thrust into your cunt. He bit his bottom lip, groaning with approval as he focused on the ring of cum that surrounded his cock, pushing deeper and further to fill you with his seed and surrendering himself to his own primal behavior.

“M’so full, Suguru...can’t handle more…” you whined, arms thrown overhead as you gripped onto the edge of the mattress for support. Your numb legs trembled as your ex husband cupped his hand underneath your thigh and lifted it up to better support you.

“I know,” he hummed, rutting into you just as he pulled your frame over to slide against the heat of his cock, “fuck, but you have no idea just how pretty your pussy is stuffed with my cum…"

The next push prompted a tear to roll down your cheek, your brows scrunching from the pleasurable torment as your body glittered from the sweat misting off you.

You didn’t anticipate Suguru in your bed tonight.

As a matter of fact, there was only one constant that maintained your relationship with your ex husband and that was your three year old son who was sleeping peacefully in the room across from you.

You couldn’t explain how the perfect relationship turned so sour only six months into your marriage. One minute you were secure in a partnership with somebody who understood you mind, body and soul, only for them to become a stranger right before your eyes. The fights were endless, the tension turning into sex as you both refused to communicate on your actual troubles. Then the manipulation games began, leading you both to torment each other to the point of exhaustion. The minute you were ready to get out of that toxic trap, you found out you were pregnant.

Your pregnancy was the point of your marriage that you dubbed as a “mirage”, an illusion you both created to the outsiders looking in.

Everybody believed that things were perfect. Suguru was incredibly supportive of you throughout the pregnancy, dropping the world at the dime of a hat if you needed him. No one would have suspected that you both weren’t living together, nor were you even speaking to one another unless it was about the baby.

The wedge that you both created during that darkest points of your marriage had done its damage.

After your son was born, that divide grew even further.

You and Suguru were practically strangers, except when you both were parenting your newborn child. Even then, like two star actors of a movie, you both worked your hardest to ensure that your child grew up fully aware that the three of you were, in fact, a family.

However, on the nights when you were alone with your thoughts you often wondered about your ex husband. Suguru was your partner physically, emotionally and mentally. How tragic that what you truly lost at the end of all this was your best friend.

A part of your past you knew you could never get back.

However, despite the unfortunate circumstances there is still a pull that drew you to each other. As a result, you’ve only ever slipped up twice around Suguru where you found yourself stripped of all hardened emotions.

The first time was after Gojo’s birthday party - the two of you wound up locked in the sorcerer’s bathroom close to fucking one another until Suguru’s best friend smartly interrupted the situation from escalating any further.

The second time was by sentiment. The two of you had just celebrated your son’s second birthday, and after tucking him in for the night you found yourselves lost in deep conversation. You were reminiscing about your child, wondering where all the time had gone when Suguru praised you for being such a great mom. In that moment his eyes were full of devotion that you couldn’t resist sharing a heated kiss before reciprocating the same sweet words back to him and emphasizing that he was an equally fantastic father.

Tonight was a different story.

Satoru had relayed a tidbit of gossip to his best friend, admitting that he overheard you telling Shoko that you were interested in having another baby.

Something about those words put a strain on your ex-lover’s head. The idea of another man fucking a child, that was not his, into you sent his mind spinning in circles.

He didn’t care about the vows on paper or the rings that were meaningless trinkets. What Suguru held sacred were the words you both shared in the privacy of each other’s company, particularly the declarations that were made when you both were at your most vulnerable.

As far as he was concerned your hearts were forever intertwined.

Suguru curled his body forward, his broad shoulders blanketing your smaller frame. He felt you circle your legs around his waist, squeezing tighter as he continued grinding eagerly into you. His chest brushed against your swollen, tender nipples, dizzying your mind from the overstimulation you were experiencing. One hand guided their way between your breasts, resting just above your lower belly as he circled his hips which caused his balls to massage against your bare skin.

“Feel how deep I am, sweetheart?” he cooed, grazing his knuckles over you and making you moan sinfully.

“Forgot…” you gasped, “so b-big…”

“Mmm but you still take my dick so fucking well, I can’t even count how many times I’ve made you come already….”

“Please, please, please…” you begged, shaking underneath him, unable to wriggle away from his weight pinning you down. His finger moved to touch your delicate clit, making you mewl as he pressed his lips against yours to silence your desperate scream.

“Shhh, we don’t want to wake up our boy, do we?” he whispered, his mouth roaming to your neck and licking up to taste a bead of sweat that formed. “One more…just one more, okay, sweetheart? It’s been so long I want you milking my dick…ungh, fuck!”

Your nails dug into his shoulders, tearing at his skin as you scratched down and making him hiss from the sensation. The act was only making him move rougher, fucking you with enough strength that had your bed creaking as the frame hit your wall.

Your orgasm was so close and you knew that you were completely at your limit. Your arms circled his neck, fingering the strands of his dark hair as you searched for his lips and allowing him to kiss you feverishly.

“…still love you…” you breathlessly confessed, drunk in your fucked out state that you didn’t even care that you let those words reach Suguru’s ears.

His eyes were closed, dazed with the image of you carrying his second child and his heart rapidly beating against his chest as he allowed those seven letters to absorb straight to his heart. The two of you were sharing breaths, his hands moving to interlace over yours as he pressed them down into the mattress.

“I never stopped,” he rasped.

You nearly blacked out from the explosion that raptured from deep in your core and within a few minutes could feel Suguru’s throbbing cock pump more of his release inside you.

He slipped himself from between your legs, making you press your sticky thighs together as you watched him unravel from your arms. You were both caught in the pendulum between reality and lust, your surroundings settling back into place as a heavy silence took over.

Suguru placed a gentle kiss on your belly, all the while holding on to the words you exchanged and realizing just how easily the twisted love you shared both killed and healed him.

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PART 2: CROSSING LINES

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snipersfucker · 10 months

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being friends with perv!mirage & him having the most intensestest crush on you.... practically having to refrain himself from revving his engine every single time you sit on any of his seats.... he acts completely normal around you, like there aren't thousands of thoughts in his mind about you stretched out around his spike...... he literally wants you so bad, to feel you, to taste you, to smell you, to see you.....

you're practically soaking wet from the rain, hiding in the garage, waiting for the rain to go away so you can get back home but it's just not stopping, the sky's all cloudy, poor you..... so you just decide to stay there for a bit but you definitely need to change into something less.... dripping. you find smth of noah's to wear, you undress...... and mirage, parked in the corner in his car form, whom you did not notice (or what if you did and still decided to give him a lil show......) just observes you, taking mental notes of the way your body moves every time you take off your clothing/put something on...... and goddamn if you decide that your underwear is too wet to comfortably wear? and you take it off?? he nearly revs when he notices your tits, your bare ass and pussy right in front of him...... and when you have to sit down on something to put your dry pants on, spreading your legs slightly he loses it..... the images of his digits inside you, his transfluid dripping out of your holes when he's finished with you...... and he's sososo disappointed when you get dressed fully in your new dry clothes and he feels bad for wanting you to stay naked for just a bit longer, even though you could get sick..... but your bare skin's not on display anymore..... he's so gross for watching you but he just can't stop himself :((

#yeah this is only the beginning of my perv!mirage series cuz #yeah you get me.#im so feral for him #i already have another idea #mirage x you #mirage x my pussy #mirage x reader #mirage #mirage rotb #mirage transformers #transformers rotb #rotb #transformers #perv!mirage

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georgiapeach30513 · 3 years

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Kinktober 2021, Day 23: Whipping

Summary: When you try to leave Chase, you get punished.

Pairings: Chase Collins X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, whipping, slapping, punishment, bondage, using magic to feel sex, phantom cream pie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 828

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This takes place in the Moon Rituals series

Chase Collins looks down at you with a smirk while you scoot back on the bed, his eyes go completely black and you know you’re in for a wild ride. “Safe word?”

“Mochi.”

“How many taps in case I make you too dumb?”

“Three,” your voice squeaks out.

“Already going dumb, huh moonbeam?”

You respond by shaking your head no, because it’s mostly excitement. With a blink of his eyes, Chase takes away your vision, waving his hands, you hear the ripping of the bed sheets. Your body writhes around at the sound and slight movement, sliding further up the bed, you move yourself away from Chase, not that it matters. He still can use his powers away from you.

You keen when the strips of the sheet winds themselves around your limbs. The smooth cotton wraps tightly around your wrists and ankles, and you feel it pull you apart, stretching your body off the bed, extending your limbs so Chase has a 360° view of your body, and with a quick flick of his head your clothes begin to slice apart. Finally feeling his fingers as he gently brushes against your cheek. Waving two of his fingers you feel the first whip across your ass, leading to a quick yelp.

Another movement with Chase’s head has you feeling like he’s slapped your spread pussy. “Chase,” you whimper, trying to close your legs.

“You don’t like it moonbeam?”

“No, I do. Need more.”

Chase knows you can handle more, and his fingers move backwards and forwards to issue several spankings across your fully exposed skin. Your eyes fully open, but you can’t see anything. The biting of your lip and the sobs coming up your throat, tears stream down your cheeks, but you still don’t say the words. “You need to tap me?” you shake your head no quickly. “What do you want?”

“You.”

“Aw, but you see, you haven't’ been a very good girl, have you?”

“I’m sorry...really I am.”

“You tried to leave me. Break our bonds. Moonbeam, we’re meant to be,” twitching his head you get a slap across the face, with a whip on your ass, and you moan at the sensation. “Had enough?” you don’t answer, and get another whip all across your back. “I thought I asked you a question.”

“No, I haven’t had enough, your Grace. I deserve this.”

The admission of deserving the punishment, has Chase’s fingers tapping around on his thigh, whimpering when it feels as if those fingers are creating tight circles on your bundle of nerves. Your neck leans back, praying to the moon as Chase makes you feel the most pleasure possible, not slowing down when you release, body trembling. “Chase...”

“I won’t stop until you say the word, or I feel you’re tapping. You know how to use my powers.”

Phantom touches continue all over your body. Feeling like his fingers stretch out your walls, two fingers stimulating your nipples, pinching and rolling them in their grasps. More fingers fill your puckered hole, and another hand pinches your clit. You try to scream out but Chase catches your mouth with his, nipping at your jaw, and then swallowing all your sounds. Your legs, still feeling like they’re tied up, lift up off the bed, and wrap you around what you think is Chase’s body. Still being blind, you can’t be sure if it’s the real Chase or the mirage Chase as your wet heat sinks over him.

The deep timbre that whispers in your ear, “So tight moonbeam,” leads you to believe that it is the real Chase. His length pumps into you, splitting you in two while your body is forced to wrap around his, but you don’t want it to stop.

“Chase...” he clears his throat, “Your Grace, wanna see you.”

Chase blinks his eyes, and when your eyes finally adjust to the instant sight, it’s a mirage Chase you’re wrapped around. Chase’s body, pumps into air, and looking down at your spread cunt, it appears as if an invisible cock is stabbing into you. Your lips wrap around nothing at all, but you feel the stretch and pleasure. Chase’s twisted face lets you know he feels it as well. “How fucking amazing is this? I love playing with my little moonbeam.”

His hips stutter, and you know how close he is. “Just fucking cum,” he issues another slap to your ass, and your body wants to fold in on itself with pleasure. Screaming his name like a prayer, walking closer to you, you swear you feel his hot cum fill you up, but you see him spurt his spend on your stomach. “You're so perfect,” snapping his fingers, and blinking deeply the black removes from his eyes. A few more blinks and the beautiful blue of his orbs come into view. “Next time I’ll punish you by not allowing you to orgasm. Don’t try to leave me again.”

“I won’t your grace.”

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 3 years

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Gloved

Pairings | Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Warnings | fingering, swearing

Word count | 656

Summary | Bucky and the gloves. That's it.

A/n | I came across your request, so uh, here it is @bunkerbucky! I hope you like it☺️ Also TFATWS came out today and I don't know how to feel *SPOILERS IN THIS NOTE JUST SKIP TO THE STIRY IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED THE EPISODE*...not gonna lie I was slightly disappointed that we don't see Bucky and Sam together in the first episode but I am LOVING the backstory & character development that Sam is getting. Also Bucky having a fuckin FLIP PHONE is the cutest thing ever and you cannot tell me otherwise.

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The pads were soft against your skin, tranquil as they grazed ever-so-teasingly along your spread thighs. Head lolled over to the side, you watched the smirking super soldier with a dopey smile - lips curled up into something of an expression filled with adoration, love. But there was something more...wanton there too, a pool of lust and want and thirst and-

A gasp, sharp and sudden ripped from the back of your throat. It was drawn from you, coaxed by those damned gloved fingers now swirling measured circles across your throbbing clit.

Bucky could feel it, each throb echoing across the tips of his gloved fingers like a melody; the swollen skin pressing back against him as his fingers moved leisurely. A plump, pink lip is pulled between striking teeth, compressed and dented with a soft bite down as the sight before him made Bucky's cerulean eyes glint with something that seemed to resemble pure, raw want.

"Look at you, so fuckin' good for me." His voice a low rumble, building and climbing from the expanse of his chest - clad in nothing except the jingling dangle of silver tags, the inscribed words those that played over your love-tainted mind over and over and over: Property Of Bucky Barnes.

"Please." Your breathy, weak whimper is the only reply you can muster. Your hips jerk, jumping under the man's touch as the tendrils of pleasure wrap their arms firmly around your thighs, pulling them open as a obvious, pleading invitation for more. More, more, more.

The chuckle is low, your moan arguably lower when the black leather picks up it's deliberate pace. Your eyes are shut now - crinkling like paper around the edges, lines of overwhelming pleasure that Bucky can't help but admire.

He takes great pride, the way he can haul you to this cusp, this precipice of breaking with a few, simple swipes of textured fingers. The amusement is a glimmer in his eye, dancing like a flame as the pace picks up a little more.

"C'mon, doll. I know you just love to make a mess." The tone is soft, enticing as the words form on his tongue, push past Bucky's perfect lips. But it's a mirage, a manipulation of sorts. And you fall for it. You fall so goddamn hard that you hit that release with the force of mountains, a cry so flawless twisting your lips that Bucky felt his heart in his throat.

Oh, it was a breathtaking sight. Your lips were parted, red tongue merely a slither of colour behind your lips, your teeth. Eyes screwed shut, as if the intensity was so much that your earth was spinning - which, would clearly be the correct assumption - whilst those cute little lines made a picture of Bucky's success in your skin. Your head was tilted back now, unable to stay upright as your pussy clenched and quivered around nothing. Your hips bucked - once, twice, three times as your rode out the orgasm, grinding against the slow roll of Bucky's fingers.

And he wasn't stopping.

Oh, no. If anything, the pace was set again. And it was torturous. Truly. Your moan was broken this time, disjointed as it left your silky lips and Bucky smirked. The look in his eyes paired with that mischievous, plotting smile only made you dread, a thick swallow causing your tight, dry throat to bob when his command came.

"I want another, Doll."

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burnedbyshoto · 3 years

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go the distance

(will you) go the distance

— You’re perfectly content in life except for the fact that you are not dating Deku. When his best friend won’t help you out, you turn to the dark side to get what you want.

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pairing: pro hero!midoriya izuku x bad villain!reader

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, manga spoilers, pro hero!au, villain!reader, ofa usage for sex lol, size difference, manhandling, public sex, slight degradation and praise, deku eats his cum outta ya pussy, big dick deku, corruption but make it opposite, deku is a pervert change my mind

word count: 12,715

a/n: well, yall already knew I wanted to make this fic a reality, so here it is for bnharems villain collab!! check out all the already amazing stories if you haven’t already. thank you to kara, sky, and jo for reading this for me because lmao im ass rn. I’m gonna go to bed because I partied a bit too hard last night.

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your quirk: distortion – can make afflicted persons vision shift 6 cm to the left or right at the cost of having their own vision shift the same way

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“Breaking news: We have yet another report to add to the slew of attacks this month, this comes just days after we broadcasted rumors of a villain running rampant over the city. This spate of attacks has put the entire metropolitan area at a standstill, road closures, and damaged property making it difficult for commuters to get to work in the morning.

“Road maintenance endeavors to do its best to keep the city running, but it seems futile when these attacks continue to increase. The entire city was brought to a standstill by the mysterious villain who has still not been named, but reports show they are nothing like we have ever experienced before.

“Where are the heroes now? Who will save us from the terror overwhelming our city?

“Every day the crime toll continues to rise and we have no one here to protect us. The Hero Public Safety Commission assured us earlier in the week that the crime rate would go down, that the top Heroes are out there protecting our city, but if so, where are they? Is it really safe to go out anymore, who can we trust? Would you put your life in the hands of a Hero today? When they have proved our streets are no longer safe. We still have no information on what is going on, or who is involved, but we must remain observant. We will continue to report the latest news as we receive it, but for now, we must implore you to heed the warnings of the city-wide curfew that is soon to be implemented. If anyone has any information on these occurrences in the city, please send them to us or contact the police, you can remain anonymous. The safety of our citizens is what is most important, stay vigilant and don’t go out unless it is absolutely necessary. One thing we know for sure: we can no longer rely on Heroes to protect us. The streets of our once-great city are no longer safe, we are no longer safe.”

The female reporter closes her eyes, despite still being on the air, her eyebrows furrowed as she exasperatedly sighs.

“Was that good enough, Mirage?”

You look at her with a pout, your eyes then clenching shut as your lips move with unsaid words as you motion for the cameras to stop rolling. You tilt your head right and left, muttering a bit.

“Did that seem better to you this time? I don’t know, I don’t think it was scary enough...”

You open your eyes to see the exasperated reporter looking at you as if she personally sought to end you right where you were sitting.

“You are the worst villain I’ve ever encountered,” she deadpans, and you laugh in agreement.

You weren’t really a villain.

If you must put a label on what you were, you would say that you were the best PR head any hero agency could ask for. You were, after all, the top student graduate from UA’s Business Course and had been ushered into a condensed agency the moment you were finished taking your graduation pictures.

And well, if you are actually curious about the… villainy, you would like to uphold and continue to stress that you weren’t a villain! You were just a public nuisance – like those stupid YouTubers – with the ability to garner Pro Heroes’ attention! People had no reason to scoff at what you did on the daily.

You took both of these jobs very seriously!

It was like being straight out of a comic for you!

A simple – hopefully should the heroes you’re in charge of not be stupid – nine to five job by day, and a badass, crime-committing, sexy as shit villain by night! How could anyone ever hate you for your lifestyle! How could anyone ever hate you?!

But we are all noisy people, and everyone wondered just why you became a villain because you had a beautifully stable job with an impressive salary! Why would such an amazing woman such as yourself dabble in the evilness of humanity?

Well, you did have an answer for the public.

“Why do you engage in evil, villainous schemes?” the reporter deadpans, absolutely and utterly not being paid enough to humor you in this forced interview.

The public loved drama, pizazz, a little showmanship even from what they deemed humanities worst! So, you told the world why you chose to be evil instead of good:

“Because I want to be!” you grin, flashing a pose as you make your away from the interviewer you had very much illegally forced to interview you. “And because a hero killed my cat!’

Of course, that was a lie! Why would you ever hand over the real reason as to why you decided to become a villain! You’d be laughed right out of Japan, possibly be murdered by a horde of fangirls!

For you see, there was one reason and one reason alone as to why you decided to take your place within the villainy hall of fame. Why you chose to do more in your day outside of your already demanding job.

And that one reason was: Pro Hero Deku, civilian name Midoriya Izuku.

Now, trying not to come off as some creepy, weirdo, stalker fangirl, you could fully admit that you were in love with the stupidly large hunk of a man that debuted as an official pro a year before you graduated from high school.

You remember how the world was finally recovering from the year-long nightmare that had ensued. To be honest, you were stupidly surprised you had even managed to graduate, given that most of schooling had become somewhat of a joke.

FIVE YEARS AGO, MARCH, 2XXX:

It had been in the evening, the clear blue sky becoming ruby red and blood orange as you made your way out of campus. The air somehow smelled of sweet hay and gasoline, but you didn’t mind. There was hardly anyone out at this time, most students had made their way home already, and the only sounds were the moving cars of businessmen just trying to get back home.

There really wasn’t any reason to suspect anything to go wrong, this was a simple daily walk back home after school that wasn’t like any other. But then there had been a loud pop, an ever louder screech, and finally, you managed to whip your head in time to see a car tumbling through the air straight at you.

There was hardly any time to think, even less to react, and the only thing you knew was that you were not going to survive.

You braced yourself, eyes clenching and body curling, your mind screaming because this was not going to be the way things ended. But before it could happen, before the car could come down upon you and squish you like a bug under a shoe, something picked you up and you were weightless.

Waiting for an impact that never came, the tears that were endlessly streaming down your face were suddenly stopped by rough, warm fingers smoothly wiping them away.

“Hey, it’s okay! You’re safe now!” a voice says softly to you, endearingly warm and comforting. “I’m here, don’t worry.”

“Am I… did I die?” you whisper, unsure if you even want the answer, your eyes remaining closed because you refused to open them up to some angel that could confirm your death. “God, what an embarrassing way to die!”

“Oh – um, no! You’re not dead! I promise!” the voice laughs brightly, just softly enough that you believe him and not be entirely horrified by the amused reaction. Your eyes crack open slowly, just barely peering back into the world, still half praying you weren’t dead. But all you saw was green.

Green eyes, green hair, green clothes.

You blink, once, twice, realizing only then you were staring into the eyes of a boy about your age.

He had curly hair, freckles littering his face, and eyes that easily pierced through your very soul.

Without meaning to, your breath stopped, frozen in your lungs as you were captivated by a handsome man with a curving, beautiful smile.

“See, I told you it was okay!” he teased you, head cocking to the side as he grinned largely.

The action itself seemed to strangle the strangest noise out of your mouth as you realized suddenly and immediately that your face was burning and all you could think was:

A cute hero rescued me, a cute hero rescued me, a cute hero rescued me, acuteherorescuedme!

“Sorry about that scare! I would’ve caught that car sooner, but I wasn’t paying attention to who was around!” the green boy apologized, bowing deeply in front of you in his apology. “There’s a commotion just up ahead, so I recommend you take the next road over.”

You nod numbly, unable to conjure even the slightest hint of your voice again as he stood up to his full length. He was average in height it seemed, taller than you, but still not towering. The hero looked behind his shoulder, those big green eyes focusing onto the distance, onto something you couldn’t even begin to imagine – or see, really. He blinked and turned back to you, smile gone but the gentle aura to him remained, but now his face, his mouth, was underlined with a sense of urgency and engagement to whatever sent a vehicle tumbling your way.

“Which train do you take home?” he asked, eyebrows relaxing from his stern position, as his smile picked up again. “I’ll take you closer to your station!”

“B train,” you manage to wheeze out – unable to be the reason why he was held up but also confused as to just what he could do to get you closer to the station that was at least a mile away from here.

“Perfect! I know where that is!” he laughs for just a moment, and before you could even ask if this was going to be some escorted thing – because you definitely did not need it – his arms were fastly secured around you, and suddenly you were weightless.

A cold wind rushed against your face, nipping at your nose, cheeks, and ears, sending your hair flying around – into your mouth! Oh, you were screaming! You were soaring through the skyline, being held by some hero you couldn’t name, and you were screeching at the top of your lungs.

Making the mistake of looking down, your arms were suddenly around his shoulders, your voice growing even sharper and louder as you squeezed against his body and refused to let go. His hands, despite the gloves, were warm on your back, and his soft chuckle warming you from nose to toes as he secured his grip on you.

“I got you,” he spoke, “I won’t let you go, I promise.”

Those words don’t exactly ease you, but there’s a comfort to the genuinity to his words. You nod nonetheless, your face buried deep into his neck. The cold wind continues to whip around you, the only thing sounding in your ears is the cruel whipping wind and quiet city below.

“I’m landing now,” he informed you, body shifting in the wind, and reflexively, you clung even tighter to him, expecting the similar stomach dropping motion of a roller coaster going straight down. “You’re – ack – c-choking me!”

The knowledge of that, hearing the strain and entirely unhidden sound of him choking against the current chokehold you had on him, you released him entirely with a shriek of your own. Was it a smart move? No, definitely not because you were how many hundreds – if not thousands – of feet in the air with a quirk that could not, and would not save you.

“It’s okay! I’m fine!” he quickly said, his arms shifting around your waist as you felt your body weight drop just the smallest bit. To which your focus landed to the concrete floor so far down, and you began screaming again. He panicked just a bit too. “Y-You’re okay too! We’re landing! We’re landing!”

Soon, but not soon enough, the concrete floor came underneath your feet, and you practically felt your knees buckle underneath you. The train station behind you was practically invisible, and you felt the floor come in contact with your knees, and you collapsed onto your hands and knees. You could feel the tears streaming down your face as you wheezed and panted, unable to move from your position.

“Hey, look, we made it!” he laughed gently, probably being said in hopes that you would feel better. (It did make you feel slightly better, his laugh was light and pretty to listen to.) You could feel him approaching you, iron covered red shoes appearing before your vision. Looking up, you saw that the young hero was crouching, his face holding a wobbly smile that was earnest, worried, and full of unspoken hope. “I do need to get back, but before I do, are you good enough to be left alone?”

You blinked your soaked eyelashes at him, still largely unable to say anything at the cute hero in front of you who had a few scratches on his cheek, right below his freckles.

“Y-Yeah, um,” you say, your tongue cotten and lead in your dry mouth. “I-I’ll be fine, I think.”

The green eyed hero nods, offering you a hand and assisting you to your trembling legs, “That’s good to hear!” he chirped, his wobbly smile becoming a grand, bright grin. “You were really brave! I was impressed!”

Now, you were an idiot at times, but even you could spot a stupid lie. Still, hearing it said with such honesty, as if this hero who was no taller than five foot eight truly believed it, made something bubble in your chest, and soon you found yourself laughing.

“No need to lie to me, h-hero,” you manage to speak between stammering breaths, “thank you for saving me, though. I appreciate it.”

You grin crookedly at him, and to your utter delight, he reciprocates it.

“It’s the least I can do. I’d offer to take you home but… I’m not quite finished yet,” he says, and you can only nod, the conversation obviously reaching its last strides. You watch as he floats up, his eyes looking at you, but somehow focused how many miles away from where he had brought you from. “Stay safe?”

“I’ll try my best,” you agree to his question, hands clasping before your lap. “Finish the job quick, hero?”

He grins, “I’ll try my best.”

You feel a breathless sort of laugh escape you as you watch him beginning to shoot back up, but a sort of horror shoots through you as you rush forward, running right after him, hands cupping around your mouth as you scream:

“What’s your name?!”

The blur of green in the air freezes, and you stop running as you see green eyes and freckles focusing back onto you.

“Deku! My hero name is Deku!”

You stop at the curb of the street, eyes focused on the sky as the green eyed hero named Deku grins one last time before shooting off at a speed probably much faster than when he held onto you. The wind blows around you, and you can only feel the heat sitting on your cheeks and the way you’re smiling as you stare after his figure that's long, long gone.

“Deku...” you whisper to yourself, ignorant to the world of commuters beginning to appear at the station. “Thank you.”

And thus came the very apparent and obvious day in which you fell head over heels for Pro Hero Deku.

Now some people called you a stupid fangirl, obsessive stalker, and sometimes, yeah, you were obsessive and weird about your slight infatuation with a stranger. It was strange, you knew that! But you also knew that you had practically no chances of ever being able to woe the man behind the image of Deku because Midoriya Izuku practically existed as Deku 24/7.

After you graduated from high school, you were put into the same agency that was currently holding Deku. Without tooting your own rom-com obsessed horn too much, you fully expected to walk in and be handed Deku’s file as his PR manager and be able to thank him for not only saving you all that time ago, but also eventually sweep him off his feet.

But your reputation preceded you well, probably too well, because the first day you entered the office and was handed your list of three clients to work with, neither one was for Deku. Being a PR manager for heroes was hard, a job that practically held no set hours because, unlike your typical celebrities, heroes had no type of privacy or protection. They were constantly under the spotlight, being viewed by adoring fans and scornful critics. Your job served as the first line of defense for heroes against the public, and there were some heroes that were quite hilariously easy to work for because they were genuinely good.

The older PR managers typically held the quieter, easy tempered, or less combat heavy heroes. These heroes typically never had a bad thing said about them, their job was a glorified PA job but even less because there was no expected demands from the heroes they had to take in. Unless, of course, a hero wanted to do some sort of public event they hadn’t considered.

But there were the louder, quick to temper, or the heavy combat heroes that while made you an insane amount of money, also brought you a near 120 hour work week because there was so much to do, so much to consider, so much to keep your eyes on. There was the constant slander, the people who hated the louder, quick to temper heroes because they didn’t like their attitude, completely disregarding that they had been unsafe and a liability the entire time the hero was dealing with them. The talk shows that took months to convince to allow for an interview because they heard false rumors, and so you have to practically wrestle a boa constrictor to get a measly five minute interview done. And then the combat-heavy heroes… no one would ever shut up about building damages and how this hero broke his nose while he was stealing a store!

Not to mention having to have every single piece of social media on your phone, set to notify you whenever your clients names were brought up so that you could look at it. You’ve seen more than enough lewd drawings of your clients to last you a lifetime, enough fanfiction, and fan edits that left you with blazing cheeks and the need to never look at your client ever again. But mostly you checked each and every update because you were their first and only line of legal defense on these sorts of things.

You’ve taken down leaked nudes, fake news, and qualmed rumors and speculations.

It was hard.

So when you were shown to your desk on your first day and three files were handed to you, you were shocked to see the hero names you would be working with.

Dynamight

Phantom Thief

Shouto

Somehow, without having yet to speak with a single one of your now current clients, you knew that you were going to have your work cut out for you.

“Good luck newbie!” the woman who gave you the initial tour chirped, clapping you on the back. “You got this!”

Good lord.

Without much to do other than reading through the three’s files, you realized that you already knew a bunch about two of three of your clients. DynaMight and Shouto were two heroes that you knew teamed up with and hung out with Deku a lot, both on-field and off-field if any of the out of costume pictures said anything. Because of their connection with Deku, you had at one point learned a bit about them.

You knew that Shouto was a crowd favorite. He was tall and sweet and a complete airhead at the best moments despite him being smart. Controversy still surrounded his character, despite all the good he did, because of the past history that was brought out about his father Endeavor and his brother Dabi. The country couldn’t figure out where they stood in terms of that reveal. Endeavor did a lot before the reveal, and continued to rise up to everything in his path despite the skeletons in his closet being thrown out for the world to see. They neither forgave him, nor hated him, they only watched and waited. Then Dabi, of course, was seen as a could-have-been version of Shouto, and many tried to ask if he was really a hero and not actually siding with the League. After all, why on Earth would he be defensive of his father too?

The public had an unmoving image of Shouto based on anything but who he was as an individual, and you decided immediately that it would be your job to fix that. He was also, after all, a dear friend of Deku, so you’d do anything.

Phantom Thief was your easiest of the three clients. A relatively well mannered man who was kind and a bit weird in a fun way. He had a great sense of self and was a reliable person on the field. He made a great hero, but you could see the way his spirit blazed with an unspoken rivalry between him and the other two of your clients. Well, it seemed like he was the best until his former self appointed rivals came into the picture, but that was hardly ever, and according to Shouto, he was way worse back in their first year.

The greatest scandal he’s had so far in your three years of working at their agency was the one time he was lied to about a quirk and accidentally copied a woman's quirk that gave her the ability to change her cup size. Safe to say that Phantom Thief accidentally broke a few buttons on his shirt and was unable to stop civilians from snapping pictures.

But of course, the one that had you practically crying yourself to sleep nightly for more than one reason was Dynamight.

You’d known about him the moment you looked up Deku on your phone.

They were practically a hero duo in everything but name. They were always seen doing the same things together, whether that be on patrol together or maybe getting dinner, most of their top recorded fights were done with each other by their sides. You had also learned that they were childhood friends, and you practically vibrated at the thought that even though Deku was not your client, the chances of meeting him were still astronomically high.

There was no way you wouldn’t not meet Deku!

But you were wrong, so very, very wrong.

Turns out the hero duo in everything but name meant that Dynamight refused to let Deku be anywhere near him in the agency – the very small amount of time they spent in here. The few times they were in the same room, Dynamight absolutely refused to be interrupted because that was their paperwork hour. You had only ever been blessed with seeing green curls turning the corner as Dynamight gripped your forearm, refusing to let you follow.

“Like hell I’ll let you distract the shitnerd,” he stated simply, his red eyes narrowed as he stared down his nose at you. You opened your mouth, ready to defend your not so innocent intentions. “I’m not stupid, so don’t pretend like you won’t try anything.”

Your jaw snapped shut.

Safe to say that you couldn’t do anything about Deku so long as Dynamight was around.

But Dynamight as a client was exhausting to put it kindly.

There were so many opinions and thoughts and issues and praises coming from everywhere. Hell, even the fucking Americans and westerners had caught wind of the Wonder Duo at one point and while you were well knowledgable on their opinions on Deku, the ones on Dynamight were the ones that you had to focus on now.

People still called him a villain, so many unhappy with the fact that he still screamed and cursed and threatened. There were many conspiracy theories that he was working with the long dead League of Villains. They turned their nose up at the fact that he was childhood friends with Deku, claiming that no way an asshole like him could have ever been friends with him. And of course the bullying revelation that had come out shortly after your debut.

That had been a trip, one that had you even shocked as Dynamight approached the table in front of the media, his body calm and composed. You had watched as he simply said he owed nothing to the media, that he had already done all that he could to deserve his atonement and deserve Deku’s forgiveness. He had spoken clearly, concisely that it wasn’t any of their damn business as to what he did, and if he apologized to them, the unaffected, the ones that had nothing to do with his early years of bullying Deku, of his previous weakness and insecurity, it would be a waste of his breath.

It isn’t to them he should ever be apologizing to anyways.

You had watched as he stood up, face calm, and hands shoved into his pockets as he stood and walked away despite the screaming reporters. You had wanted to stay longer, have your own hand in damage control, but a swoop of green came in and Deku was at the microphone eyebrows furrowed as he pointed a finger at them all and said that his past with Kacchan was between him and Kacchan only, and his decision to forgive Kacchan were his and only his.

You didn’t hear the rest, didn’t even get the option to hear the way the hero you loved defended the hero you worked for – his childhood friend.

No.

Dynamight had grabbed your elbow and dragged you out of the room with him, the metal doors clanging closed the moment fierce green eyes met yours.

You watched in the company car as Dynamight looked outside the window, one elbow on the doorframe holding his chin; his gaze focused sharply on nothing but the passing sidewalk. Had it not been for the way the hand on top of his lap trembled, you would have thought he was perfectly okay.

Neither one of you talked about that again.

But just because you didn’t talk about it again, didn’t mean the world was the same. People claimed he brainwashed Deku, others demanded that Deku beat the shit out of Dynamight. You knew that Dynamight would want nothing to do with this, but you would stay in the office (an almost useless, empty office as most PR managers did their business at home) for hours long after you were supposed to be gone, practically arguing with someone who only existed behind a screen and didn’t even care that much – but you couldn’t stop.

Seeing Dynamight’s shaking hand had really done a number on you.

“The hell are you still doing here, eyelashes,” Dynamite asked from the dark entrance of the floor. “Go home already, don’t waste your time.”

You had startled at the initial intrusion, but you immediately relaxed seeing the smudged paint around red eyes and blond hair. You barely kept your gaze on him before turning back to your computer and continuing your argument.

“I’m not wasting my time, I’m doing my job,” you remark, eyes squinting at your keyboard because your vision is definitely blurry. “I’ll be heading out soon anyways.”

“God you’re fucking annoying and stubborn!” Dynamight barked, the heel of his hand slamming into his forehead. “This is exactly why I won’t introduce you to the fucking nerd!”

“What?!” you shriek, suddenly looking at your client as if he had personally attacked you – and in a way he did. “What do you mean you won’t introduce me to Deku because of that?! I’ve already met Red Riot, Chargebolt, Cellophane, and Pinky through you!”

“Yeah, because they’re not stubborn idiots too!” Dynamight accuses, jamming a gloved finger at you as he begins stomping your way. You startle, your chair shooting backward as the explosion hero makes his way towards you at alarming speed.

“What are you—?!” you shriek, hands flailing about as he grabs you by the collar of your distressed shirt.

Dynamight lifts you up to your feet as if you were a sack of flour and you grasp onto his forearm.

“I might tell you that you’re the most annoying and stubborn bitch in the world, but you’re not worse than fucking Deku,” Dynamight sneers, his red eyes narrowed and stern. “I’m not going to let you meet him until you learn how to give or you’ll hurt him, and I’m not going to be part of any reason as to why he gets hurt again.”

Your jaw dropped, clearly offended, but you closed it just as fast; the weight of his words made you a bit sad, even for just a bit.

“You’re kinda cute when you care for Deku, you sure I’m his biggest fan?” you tease, grinning at the hero to which he rolls his eyes.

“Shut the hell up and go home already; it’s annoying seeing you fight a losing battle that’s none of your damn business,” Dynamight simply said, putting you back onto your feet and blocking out your desk.

“I’ll go home on the condition that for my birthday you at least consider introducing us!” you say, unwilling to move from your spot. “I’ve been working for you for three years! You’ve kept me away for three years!”

Dynamight’s stare didn’t even shift the slightest millimeter, his red eyes unamused as you groaned in grief and annoyance.

“I’m stubborn? Have you met yourself?!” you grumble snatching your jacket and purse from the hook on your cubicle and shoving them on. “My names God of Explosion Murder: Dynamight and I am Stubborn™ but will never admit it.”

You continued mocking your long time client and most definitely friend if you dared to say so, and dragged the heel of your foot all the way to the elevator to which you were joined by Dynamight. The trip down the elevator is silent, and you keep your gaze locked on the closed doors, unwilling to even look at the hero next to you.

Soon enough, the elevator reached the ground floor, and you got ready to walk out.

“I’ll consider it,” Dynamight said as the elevator doors opened. “Also, fucking stop calling me Dynamight, Bakugou’s fine.”

He walked off the elevator with his hands shoved into the pockets of his pants.

“Thank you, Bakugou!” you shriek, your lungs failing you at the thought of finally being introduced to Deku! You hadn’t moved from your spot from the elevator, your chest hammering with the thought of getting to meet Deku.

“Don’t get your hopes up, you’re still irritatingly stubborn,” Bakugou merely calls over his shoulder before lifting his hand in a halfhearted wave before stepping out of the glass door.

That brought you back to reality just a bit and you scowled, knowing you would have to go beyond and above to prove that.

But you see, there were many reasons to cry about having Bakugou as your client. Besides the stinkhole of his previous bullying, people just were not understanding his typically prickly exterior. You had to go head to head with reputation tarnished, had to slap fangirls away who demanded that Bakugou degrade them where they stood. It was hard to not be stubborn as not only his PR manager but his friend, and in less than a month, still plenty of time before your birthday, you had already grown irritated of the meeting-Deku-card he waved over your head.

“Mei, if I have to go any longer than this, I will die and hope I am reborn as Deku’s new guardian angel,” you pouted, chin pressed against a cold metal tabletop. Your hands being used as glove models for one of your best friends Hatsume Mei. “It’s first of all impossible getting anywhere near him with his guard dog Bakugou literally stopping me whenever I’m within a ten foot radius! And then I’m not even sure what will happen when we do meet again! Would I even be able to talk to him?!”

“Why wouldn’t you? You talk to all my babies with me! There’s practically nothing you can’t do,” Mei laughs, smacking you against your back before returning her intense gaze back to the gloves. “Deku’s uh… I actually can’t remember him but I’m sure he’s a great conversationalist! I think he helped me with the Sports Festival my first year.”

“That was Iida,” you laugh, wiggling your fingers as Mei demanded. “You’re so bad with names and faces, I’m impressed you know mine.”

“You saved my baby, of course I remember you,” Mei turned her grin towards you, “but come on, why can’t you get with him besides this Bakugou guy?”

“Well, he’s just like Bakugou! He’s practically married to his job! Their schedules basically match together perfectly! There’s literally only three hours a day while they’re on the job that they’re not together! And that’s when they patrol their own parts of town because there’s hardly any activity they don’t need to be attached by the neck.” You explain and rant, your cheeks puffing as you stand up and allow Mei to run further tests on the glove.

“Sounds like you gotta become a villain to woo this hero guy, huh,” Mei spoke, eyes focused on the glove as you pointed a finger at the far wall and watched as a beam exploded from the fingertip and pierced through the steel wall like butter. “Too bad you’re a goody two-shoes or else I could make you some serious villain gear and make you a fearsome villain to then prove that Hatusme Mei’s babies and creations are untouchable and the best in the world! Muah-ha-ha-ha!”

You know her words are more joking than serious, but that doesn’t stop your eyes from widening. Your body shifts over to where she was standing and you screech pointing at her and just narrowly missing setting off the laser again.

“THAT'S IT!”

“What’s it?” she asked, completely confused.

“You have to make me a villain!” you exclaim, rushing over to Mei, who is eagerly waiting for her babies returnal especially since it ran perfectly. “You have to make me near-invisible gear that can keep me going toe to toe with Deku until I can seduce him!”

“You want to turn evil?” Mei questions, finger pressing quizzically to her chin. “That doesn’t seem right.”

“I am definitely not villainous to pull that off, but like I pretend to be a villain so that he talks to me and we can like get to know each other!” you exclaim, you’re unable to keep from hopping up and down on your feet, your grin unfathomably bright. “It's practically a romcom in the making!”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Mei laughs, altering the band of fabric around your waist. “You do know heroes and villains hardly speak? It’s more like… ‘I’m more powerful,’ ‘No me!,’ ‘No, ME!’”

“Um, I’m pretty sure that’s not true, but whatever! I’ll figure out a way!” you continue on unaffected because this plan was genius! Especially if you had Mei in your corner?! Her recent development of not using such… steampunk designs made her creations elusive and dangerous to own. Hence why she was an extremely sought out manufacturer, by villains and heroes alike. “And if I can go toe to toe with Deku of all people, you’ll know that you and your babies are the undeniable best!”

“Hm, that is promising,” Mei agrees with a nod as she forces you around. “Is this Deku guy all that good?”

“He’s the one you made the iron soles for!” you chirp and watch as the recognition and challenge spark immediately in Mei’s yellow eyes.

“Oh,” Mei chuckles, turning away from you and looking at her pile of made babies. “This would be good.”

“So we have an agreement?” you grin excitedly.

“Give me a month, and we’ll have your debut!”

Fuck Bakugou for thinking you weren’t good enough!

You hadn’t expected the initial phases of villainy to be quite as hard as it was, if you were being honest. The late nights at Mei’s personal lab made sure to keep your plans a solid secret, but you had to prepare for the wild range of what Deku’s quirk entailed.

There was smoke, something you were already used to working in because of Bakugou and his quirk. You’ve navigated quite a bit in his smog, and as long as you knew where you were, you would be fine.

There was also that danger sense, which allowed him to know when things were coming – something that shouldn’t be too big an issue considering you weren’t actually attempting to extract danger onto him.

Blackwhip was a big issue. How far or how much could you do if he even grabbed a hold of you. With sleuthing and the help of Mei having files on everyone's quirks, you were able to find information that blackwhip was a creation made of energy. Meaning that Mei was now making some type of destructing material to lessen the energy of the quirk, allowing for you to escape should he attempt to capture you this way.

Float was stopped by having most of your fights occur within a confined area, which was needed for you anyways! You didn’t need to be caught by anyone else but him! You didn’t actually need to land in jail – you would prefer to not be handled by anyone but Deku, actually.

Then of course the stupid superstrength and superspeed, both of which you knew you could handle with your quirk. You’ve been head to head with people with quirks similar to that before, and you knew your quirk was tricky enough that you’d manage to slip right past his fingers just fine. After all, you knew full and well that the Deku who took down S class villains was worlds quicker than F class villains – aka you.

You would be fine.

But today was day one, first of how many days it would take to get Pro Hero Deku, aka Midoriya Izuku to fall in love with you.

You were dressed in a black and purple bodysuit that was definitely not inspired by Shego from Kim Possible’s costume. Your hair was dyed purple by a special spray Mei created that would be washed out by the end of the day, but wouldn’t ever give away that it was fake. You wore a mask over your eyes, and grinned seeing that you couldn’t see a fleck of color on your irises.

Perfect.

And with far too much confidence, nauseating excitement, and unjustified attitude, you marched down towards your first spot, ready and adopting the identity of who you were about to become.

Mirage.

It was time to act. Deku and Dynamight were on different patrol routes right now, and you sent your threat, readying for the moment for the man in green to come in with the desire to stop you. With the very real threat of stealing every puppy within the tristate area being broadcasted within the area unless and hero bests you, you waited for your savior to come and stop you.

“I am here to stop your villainous acts, you villain!” a voice shattered the silence just as it shattered your heart. You looked over your shoulder to see some hero you couldn’t name standing at the other stairwell entrance with his fists clenched and ready to fight.

You groaned, shoulders crumbling with your well hidden disappointment.

“I wasn’t looking for you!” you exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at the flabbergasted hero who was just trying to figure out what was happening. “Where’s Deku?!”

“He’s – he’s not here yet,” he stammers, eyes wide. “It’s not his day anymore to patrol this area?”

“Aw fuck!” you complain, pouting at the realization that you had messed up. “Okay, I’ll be back later, please don’t come back. Bye!”

With a small wave, you easily stepped through the door to the stairwell next to you and left, your threat empty and the hero victorious despite not actually stopping you. And unfortunately, although you had wished and prayed even, this was not the last time a screw up like this would happen.

At the threat of destroying all the cats in the area, you had another hero show up, not Deku, and you groaned and left before they could even finish their call of stopping you.

You then threatened to poison the watering system, to which you found out that Deku was held up at another major villain threat in a different city. You groaned and stomped off after that.

Then there was the time you swore you would increase the overall temperature of the city per one degree celsius should your demands not be made. Shouto answered that one and you immediately walked away the moment you saw the familiar head of red and white coming your way.

Time and time again you kept being caught by heroes you could not care about, being confronted by no names and nobodies. It was tiring, and Mei was beginning to sigh just the smallest bit whenever you showed up to try yet again.

But you weren’t a quitter!

You would win!

This was your last attempt at getting Deku to notice you.

After threatening to wrap all the citizens in the area with a giant froot by the foot, you were almost sad to say that the heroes ignored your cry for chaos and no one had come to check on you.

You sat outside the building you used as your trap for Deku, pouting into a hot dog that the neighborhood's grandma gave you because you looked like you needed something to eat. It’s a good thing you weren’t actually a villain or else they’d be fucked, you bitterly thought as you took another bite of your food.

It had been a month of empty, no Deku appearances, and you were going to bite the bullet and pretend to be not stubborn just so stupid Bakugou of all people could introduce you.

You kicked your feet as you sat on the staircase, humming as you watched the empty streets bend with the wind. It was quiet, beautiful, peaceful.

“YOU!” a voice shrieked to your left, and you watched a pudgy, red nosed man racing over towards you, a flash drive clenched in his hands. “TAKE THIS! RUN! DON’T LET THE HEROES TAKE IT!”

You gawked at him, feeling the small plastic device being shoved into your hands as the man collapsed at your feet. You squeaked when you heard a voice yelling stop and you bounced to your feet, turned into the building and raced in.

Your breathing was erratic, heart in your throat as you raced up the stairwell, unable to begin to imagine what the hell the information on the flash drive held. You were practically hyperventilating as you reached the floor you had come to know extremely well, and you stood near the window with shaky hands and legs.

What did you take?!

“I’m going to need that back, I’m afraid,” a low smooth voice said from behind you, and you froze immediately. Old anxiety overcome by a new anxiety, one that made your stomach flip and blood burn.

Turning around, you felt awestruck to see the one man you’ve been waiting for… for fucking years now, really, to appear before you, finally be there. In the flesh, completely, entirely. Your jaw dropped, your gaze looking down from your clenched hand that held the USB to the way that Deku looked at you with warm eyes that were underlined with steel that made you want to drop to your knees, confess everything, and beg to be his. God, he was so fucking tall. He had only been about five foot eight the last time you had actually talked, and now he was at least a foot taller. His teenager haircut was long gone, now replaced with his curls trimmed at the nape of his neck before filling out on top – not quite an undercut. He had more freckles now, surely. His skin just a bit tanner, a scar trailing from his cheek to his jaw. You knew there were more scars, just as you knew that there were dimples when he smiled.

You wanted to have him between your legs while you begged for mercy, holy shit.

Tucking the USB into your pocket, you tilted your head as you will yourself to relax.

“I went through all the trouble of getting it... I think if I’m going to hand it over quickly, I deserve to know what’s on it, no?” you tease, your confidence coming out of nowhere while a smile spreads ever so largely over your features. Deku’s eyes widened just a bit, shock overcoming his green eyes.

“I’m sorry, but that’s confidential,” Deku stresses, taking a step forward toward you. You click your tongue, taking a step backward while grinning.

“I don’t think that’s what I asked for,” you giggle as you watch Deku’s face go through an array of emotions before settling onto one – curiosity.

“What do you want?” he asked, apparently entirely ready to discuss any and all terms and conditions with you.

“Honestly?” you reply, tapping a gloved finger to your chin as you ‘think.’ Deku, however, nods. His stance relaxing, becoming one of preparedness but not the takedown he had previously entered with.

“A date with you.”

You watch as Deku’s eyes slam wide open, his jaw dropping immediately and he stammered. Oh, how your heart soared and how you felt giddy and wonderful as he seemed to slip and slide on his own tongue!

“A-A date?!” he ends up almost shrieking, his head shaking left and right. “T-That’s a total lie! You can’t possibly – well, no! Please tell me the truth!”

But you were giddy, practically drunk off the fact that you were making the most powerful hero in the world blush like a little schoolboy. You suddenly were on the offensive, stepping towards your hero who was much larger than you with power and drive behind each step. And it must have been the way you stared him down, the way you walked towards him at blank range with such brimming confidence that Deku takes a step back. But it’s something that makes you want to laugh as the heel of his foot gets caught on a raised tile, and you watch the mountain of a man tumble to the floor.

You’re on top of him immediately, hands pressed to his shoulders, knee settling near his crotch with most of your weight so he got the idea to not do anything funny. The USB sits between your fingers, and you lean over his flushed face that looks up at you with wide eyes.

“Actually, I changed my mind, I know what I want,” you say instead, nose ghosting over his. “Everytime I decide to do something… naughty… I want you to be the hero on the case to stop me. You and just you.”

You lean in closer, so close that you could see the specks of gold in his green, green eyes.

Deku hasn’t spoken, and you’re pretty sure his chest isn’t moving as you press your breasts against his.

“Understood, De-ku?”

Your teeth tug at his bottom lip and let go as he nods.

“Good, good,” you grin, sitting up on his chest and taking the USB in your fingers and slipping it into his utility belt. “Take good care of that for me, I’ll see you next time, hero…”

You had only managed to flash a quick wave before disappearing through your usual door, hoping and praying to god that whatever the hell possessed you would continue until you reached Mei’s. It wouldn’t hit you until much, much later than you had stunned Pro Hero Deku speechless within the first meeting.

Hell, you thought giddily as you answered Bakugou’s call about how he probably just got into a bit of a messy situation, maybe you do have the potential to woo him like this.

Thus truly began your descent as the villain Mirage.

It was quickly accepted and discovered that the moment you stepped into that costume and colored hair that you were the prey for Deku and Deku only. Most of your interactions with Deku occurred within buildings, and you used Mei’s gear to gain the final laugh each and every time to allow for you to escape. There were times, however, where you could be seen racing through the sky. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop as Deku followed after you, leaping, tumbling, and even catching you at times.

You flirted with him heavily, allowing yourself to be caught so that you could bat your pretty lashes and press your chest against his. It didn’t matter how professional he was, how good at his job he was, Deku was a pervert – so obviously a pervert it made slipping away almost too easy.

But because you had the world-renowned, world known Pro Hero Deku as the only hero on your case, soon the small block who had to play victims to your horrendous crimes became only a small percentage of people who were watching your crimes. These near daily crimes (or inconveniences/botherings as the people on the internet say to defend you and your actions) are becoming both a worldwide sensation, and so, it took nothing for you to continue having Deku at your feet and the world chipped in. So you agreed to do interviews, forcing uneager reporters to do segments on you so that the hype behind you and Deku’s relationship grew.

You didn’t want him to leave you, not until you got what you wanted, and unless you were an idiot, you were nearly positive you were almost there.

Why would you say that?

Well, a few reasons.

The first came about a week after you had first met Deku again.

You had joyously gathered the means to create a machine to shave down an eighth of an inch of everyone's shoes in the entire country of Japan without their knowledge. You had ever so evilly explained that the point of this was to ensure that for a full day, everyone would feel off and unbalanced but would not know why.

You had said this, grinning widely as you turned around to see Deku standing there attempting to fight off a very amused smile.

“I don’t think that would be all too evil, Mirage,” he called out to you, arms folding across his chest as he watched you set up the machine to do exactly what you said you would do.

“Mm, that’s what you say now, but just wait until you’re one of the losers stumbling around,” you say back, grinning as you turn around for just a second, wagging the knife at Deku from the distance.

“Well, regardless, you know I can’t let you do that,” Deku laughs just slightly, and you grin, standing up.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yes, so I’m going to have to ask you to stop right there.”

You giggle.

“Make me.”

You’re not sure what happens, but there’s dodging and weaving, spinning and sliding. You’re practically wheezing from how hard you’re laughing as Deku can not manage to land a finger on you with the help of Mei’s items and your quirk. It all comes to an end when instead of dodging, you throw yourself right at him, and Deku has not anticipated that.

His eyes are wide open and you fiercely grin as he falls back onto the floor, unbalanced and only slightly frantic. You have the knife pointed at his neck, the dull blade sitting gently on his skin.

“So, Deku,” you taunt teasingly, your teeth burying into your bottom lip for just a moment at the sight of the dark flash in his green, beautiful eyes. “Tell me one thing, or I’ll continue on with my vile plans.”

“O-Okay?”

“Are you single?”

The second attempt came a few many weeks later.

You had gathered about 75 tons of glitter bombs and were in the current process of making them one. You had plans of setting it off over Tokyo so that for practically the rest of eternity, the entire city would have glitter everywhere. The only thing is that you did have to glue the glitter bombs together because, well, no one made super giant ones.

“This is so annoying, there’s glitter everywhere, and I’m only ten glitter bombs in!” you complain to the ‘empty’ room but knowing full and well that Deku had appeared through the broken window at least five minutes ago.

“If it’s annoying to you, then shouldn’t you stop?” Deku replied and you grinned.

He really couldn’t stay quiet, huh?

“Well, if it’s annoying to me, then that means every one of my victims will also find it annoying. Win-win situation.” you say, turning around towards him and winking. Facing back towards the glitter bombs you scowl, “stupid fucking glue gets everywhere, too!”

“Regardless, you know I can’t let you do that,” Deku said as leveled as he could although you swore you heard a laugh in his voice.

“Just try and stop me,” you reply back stone cold.

You stand up and watch as Deku stands up from the windowsill and sighs just a bit too heavily.

“Guess I have to,” he says and shoots out before you’re well prepared.

Typically, and probably in any other situation, this would have been the end. Pro Hero Deku had come at you with the speed and power as he took out any other Class F criminals, but unfortunately for him, and definitely fortunately for you that glue was EVERYWHERE.

Deku’s hand was stuck onto your arm, and your chest was glued to his stomach, and you swear you never quite got the strawberry Deku references until right now.

The perverted hero burned scarlet, his face practically simmering with heat as your body became undeniably stuck to his. You had to fight off the vindictive smirk, the practically snarling grin as you could feel something hot and heavy twitch at your hip.

“Fuck,” Deku wheezed.

“Fuck, yeah,” you grinned.

“WHAT?!”

Deku could not look you in the eyes for about 10 more interactions following that, but you counted that as a win. But undoubtedly, your starred and favorite memory of it all was something that occurred just last week of the current present events.

You had stood on top of a building, threatening the entire government of stealing (i.e., cutting off) the aglet of their shoes and sweaters and then removing all the laces so that it would result in their wasted time and entire humiliation!

“I don’t think most people even know what aglets are, to be honest,” Deku said from behind you. You turned around to see that he was standing there with an unsuppressed grin. “It’s not a good enough threat.”

You go unfazed by his judgement, choosing to instead bat your eyelashes and push your hair behind your ear.

“Not a good enough threat, and yet, you’re still here?” you tease, enjoying the way pink flushes to his cheeks.

“Where else would I be?” he says, and you have to ignore the way your stomach fills with butterflies.

“You’re not cute when you flirt back,” you deadpan, biting your tongue harshly when he says ‘hey!’ “Enough chit chat, let me kick your ass now and then do what I need to do.”

Unlike probably what is 95% of the time, you made the first move today.

You were on the offensive, jabbing and weaving, sweeping and punching. Deku’s green eyes were nearly black as he watched you, analyzing and taking in your movements, countering them all without so much of an issue.

“I still don’t get your quirk,” Deku grunted as his hand swiped at the empty air. “Why won’t you tell me?”

“So then you can turn me in to the government who are still salty about their aglets? I don’t think so!” you say with a laugh, rolling out of the way as Deku lunges forward. “Try again, baby, I have full faith that you’ll get it.”

Deku puffed out a chuckle and lunged again, his huge gloved hand swiping at you, with nearly accuracy despite your quirk being on. But… he wasn’t exactly perfect.

RIIIIIIIIIP!

Cold air hit your breast and your jaw dropped as your very exposed breast appeared before you and Deku. Pro Hero Deku had torn the breast of your costume, the costume that you purposefully did not wear a bra for because you had wanted this exact scenario to play out.

“DEKU!” you screech, pretending to be modest and covering your tit as Deku finally yanked himself out of staring at your breast and whipped around.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry! I didn’t think that was going to happen! I didn’t even mean to look at your boob! It just sort of all happened too fast and it was very shocking! N-Not that you have an ugly boob or anything because actually I think you have a very great boob! But oh my god, I need to shut up please ignore me!” Deku spoke so fast in a matter of five seconds, and you couldn’t even tell him to come back as he sprinted away.

His ears burned red and you swore even as he was gone, you could still see the red of his ears illuminating the sky.

You laugh.

“What a perv.”

And so, we are back to the beginning.

Back to how you forced a local news channel to read your demands so that you could hopefully take your final bow as Mirage forever.

With the threat of having a machine that would make dogs bark at a frequency for hours on end until humans eardrums broke then bleed. You made your way to your typical building and hummed as you waited.

The world outside was the same as always.

There were a few people out, a few cars driving through the street, and a few birds chirping here and there.

It was peaceful.

“Don’t you think the new reporter thing was a bit dramatic?” Deku chuckled from behind you.

You were used to him approaching like that, used to him trying to portray being elusive and cool. In your opinion, it just made him dorky.

“No such thing as being dramatic when I’m trying to go head to head with the greatest hero ever,” you respond back effortlessly. You spin on your heel and look back at Deku, who is leaning against a doorframe that he most definitely is slouching on so that the top of his head doesn’t hit the frame. “Hi, Deku.”

“Hi, y/l/n,” he says with a soft smile, one that's slightly victorious, one that makes your stomach knot in a pleasant way.

“Ah, you discovered my secret identity,” you observe, grinning as you begin approaching Deku. “Should I be scared?”

“Probably not, I don’t think I could do anything to you,” Deku sighs, pushing off the door frame and walking towards you too. “You’re pretty amazing, y/l/n.”

“Let’s prove that then,” you grin while zipping forward.

As if the both of you knew that this was the end of the line, the final confrontation, the battle this time was different. It was showy, flirty, full of spins and side steps, playing a game of cat and mouse while dodging and weaving. You laughed as blackwhip dissolved around your costume, and you frowned as he began using more of his power to get from point A to point B much quicker.

You’re not quite sure how it happened, what exactly you did wrong, or maybe Deku just finally figured out the pattern you used for your quirk because suddenly you were being tackled from behind. You shrieked as the two of you went down, his body flushed on top of you, his chest pressing to your shoulders.

The both of you were heaving, panting, completely out of breath from the five minutes you took playing around. He holds your wrists in one hand, pinned above your head, and the other one is on your waist. You were trapped beneath him, unable to move the absolute unit of a man above you, arms and hips weak to his weight. You shoved your hips up, attempting to shift some of his weight off you, but you froze as he choked on a breath by your ear.

Your ass was pressed against something hard, thick, and hot.

Oh.

Ohhh fuck.

It was happening.

Holy fucking shit.

Your breathing hitches as you thrusted your ass up again, confirming you were grinding on what was definitely Deku’s hardening cock. And once again, Deku makes the prettiest, most embarrassed gravelly grunt at the back of his throat and you feel like every strand of resistance and strength snaps.

The hand on your waist pulls you even closer against his crotch, and there's lips pressing against your neck, and you absolutely lose it.

He kisses your neck sloppily, teeth nipping at your exposed flesh, and you grind against him, moaning and thrusting back as your body feels like it's on fire. He wanted you! He wanted you and your plan to woo him worked!

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” you keen breathlessly. “Wanted you so badly, Deku.”

“Fuck,” Deku curses, his hips thrusting back against your clothed ass with power you couldn’t fucking wait to feel. “I wanted you too. Wanted you so badly, but didn’t think – holy shit.”

His hand that pins your wrists lets go of you, and moves to grab your jaw. You nearly fucking melt as his full lips slam against yours, and you moan as his lips move against yours. There’s something indescribable about how he’s kissing you, the want, the need, the months of suppressed tension bursting through every move and curve of his mouth. It doesn’t matter to you that you’re pressed up against the concrete floor, you feel like you’ve been placed into another world, an area where you can never come back.

Your arm reaches behind you and buries into his soft curls, you tug at them as your ass circles against his thrusting hips. His tongue slips into your mouth, and you whine at the hot, wet muscle in your mouth, and it sends your head spinning. You can’t take it anymore, you need him, want him flushed against your front.

“Can I fuck you?” Deku asks swollen lips pulling away from yours, his mouth frantic and trailing kisses up your cheeks and down your jaw. “Please, I wanna fuck you so bad. Wanna fuck you on the floor and against the wall. Can I make you mine?”

You nod your head frantically, unable to come up with the words to say in order to tell him yes.

Deku laughs breathlessly and flips you over so that it’s your back against the floor now.

And just like you want him to, Deku comes down to reclaim your mouth. Hot, open mouthed kisses, teeth tugging at your lips and hands grabbing your waist. His hands are huge against you filling up the space between your hip and your waist without an issue. Your legs wrap around his waist, feeling entirely small underneath him, but entirely ready to be fucked by him.

His lips move expertly against yours, teeth nibbling at your lips, mouth then sucking on your tongue. You can’t keep the continuous moans from leaking out, can’t keep yourself from staying quiet as your eyes flutter open and see green eyes so dark they look black, staring down at you with the intensity of a predator.

You were his prey, and you would present to him at the drop of a hat.

His body is hot, heat rolling off of his hero costume in waves, making you feel like you were near burning against him. And the heat between his thighs sits at the bottom of your ass, thrusting up and grinding against you so that you don’t forget even for a moment that you are making him this way.

“I always knew you’d have such a pretty moan,” Deku mumbles as his fingers find the zipper to your costume and begin to tug it down. His lips trail down your neck, biting and nipping at the newly exposed flesh. “Knew you’d look so pretty under me, waiting to be fucked into submission.”

The words spark something within you, your eyes fluttering as your hips grind just a tad bit faster and you whine.

“Aw, is that what you wanted this entire time, y/l/n?” Deku asks, his grin pressed against your collarbone. “Wanted to be stretched out and fucked until you can’t anymore?”

“I want it,” you gasp, your fingers burying deep into his curls. “I want you, I want it, I want your dick in me already!”

“Not into foreplay?” Deku chuckles just a bit, tongue then tracing up your neck.

“Oh I am,” you snap, fingers finding the zipper of his own costume. “You can find out later how much I’m into it, but right now, I have been wanting you for years, and you will not make me wait any longer!”

Deku only nods frantically, and it's a mess of limbs, sloppy kisses, and clothes as the both of you strip to nothing.

Deku’s in between your legs, one hand pressed to the back of your knee, the other gripping what you believe is his dick because it makes everything in the world freeze as you see it. It’s huge, so thick that his hand wraps around it in a nice grip, and it long, curling up to his abs, curved and veiny.

“Holy shit,” you squeak, your cunt already clenching at the thought of taking that in.

“Are you ready?” Deku asks, the hand on your leg moving away for a moment as he cards his fingers back through his hair. “I don’t have a condom, though.”

“That’s fine, I don't care,” you dismiss his words, eyes too focused on the flush cock in his hand. “I don’t think I’ll live after you kill me with that anyways.”

Deku laughs just a bit, his dimples flashing as he leans in and kisses you deeply. You tremble underneath him, feeling so small pressed up against him, and you mewl when you feel the head of his cock pressing between your folds.

“Put it in,” you gasp, leg lifting and wrapping around his waist, “put it in! I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk, do you understand?!”

Deku nods, and with a sense of frantic need, his hand guides his cock into you.

It feels like you’re splitting in half. The girth of his cock stretching your walls out to the max, and he’s only going in. You scream loudly, both in pain and pleasure because it hurts so good.

“Take it, baby, take me all in,” Deku pants, his hips pushing out small, tiny thrusts to ram his cock further and further into your twitching cunt. “That’s i-it, holy fuck, that’s it! You’re taking me all the way in. F-Fuck… you’re so amazing! So fucking perfect!”

Tears are pouring out of your eyes, and your nails are tearing into his back, you sob slightly overwhelmed with his cock and the absolute pleasure of finally getting what you want and it being so much better than you thought. Your cunt throbs almost violently as Deku’s cock finally hits your cervix and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he thrusts in further, lips attempting to claim yours.

“Fuck me, Deku,” you beg, hips beginning to slam and fuck up onto his cock. “Please! I need you!”

“Such a desperate little villain though,” Deku sighs, teasingly, giving you one strong thrust for good measure. It goes a long way though, the power behind his thrust and thighs promising you a bruised ass, thighs, and cunt makes your mouth water for more. “I need you to promise to never do anything like that again and be a good little manager for Kacchan.”

“W-Wha–”

“Be good and stop being Mirage, or else you won’t be fucked.”

There was no hesitation.

“Okay.”

And just like that, Deku’s soft smile curves into a knowing, fierce smirk, and you can do nothing as his hands press to the back of your knees and he begins thrusting his hips into you. And it takes you completely out of control.

It’s a messy, frantic dance, your body holding onto his, your lips pressing against his, desperate and needy for his, and he is basically trying to imprint his body onto yours, the concrete, and the walls. Your bodies are so foreign to each other, and yet, when he fucks into you just a bit hard, just a bit faster, you come undone, back arching and toes curling as you sob his name.

It’s overwhelming to know that he can read you this well and for you to have never fucked him before. It’s empowering to see that he likes every forced and involuntary squeeze and clench of your cunt. He loved when your nails dug into his skin, raking their existence against the plane of broad muscles and scars.

Deku curses your name as you clench around him, his hands moving to your jaw so that he can lift your face to kiss him just so. He kisses you with a heated passion, a need that strips your entire being bare, and his hips slam so loudly against you, the slicked wetness is squelching and slapping with every grunt and moan.

In and out his cock goes, and you praise him and his cock.

You praise him for making you feel so good, for stretching out your pussy with that fat cock of his. You beg for more, and more, and more. You want every snap of his hips to send new colors to your vision, and every echoing squelch of your meeting, sloppy sexes only adds to the blabbering, unmanaged sentences from your lips.

“Harder, faster, more!” you beg, practically wailing against his shoulders, needing him more and more. The concrete hurts against your back, but you don’t care. You don’t care if he breaks your back, it’s a fall you’ll take. “Don’t hold back! Don’t you dare hold back!”

“Fuck, you’re crazy,” Deku gasps, his sweaty brow burying into your cheek. “I won’t though, I won't. Be ready, I’m not sure if you can take it.”

Before you can snap back that you can in fact take it, Deku’s weight falls heavier onto you and the angle shifts just slightly, and your words are ripped right out of your throat for a pitched, window shattering screech. Deku fucks into you with a new power, some untapped strength as greenspark falls from his skin as he ruins you for anyone ever again.

Your voice begins to scream out, the feeling of his vicious, thick cock snapping into you, shoving your shoulders further and further into the concrete was sending your head spinning. Your body is convulsing as he fucks you with new vulgar need and strength. But before you could scream your praises, Deku’s fingers shove into your mouth, and his other hand wraps around your neck, silencing your words and noises as he fucks up into you again and again and again.

“So loud, angel,” Deku smirks, fingers stroking and pinching your tongue as saliva pours endlessly from your mouth. His voice isn’t strained however, doesn’t have any indication that he’s out of breath or ready to tap out and that nearly makes you go insane. “I can’t wait to see everything that makes you look like this… you’re so pretty when you’re getting fucked.”

Your head is spinning, the heated tightness in your core clenching and throbbing as his conquesting cock never once stops or lessens. It just grows and grows and grows. His cock twitches in you, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he lets out a deep moan.

“Such a good and wet cunt you are,” Deku gasps as you gag against his fingers that press roughly against the back of your tongue. Your vision feels hazy, but you feel like you’re on cloud nine as his hand on your throat opens and closes, demonstrating his power over you. “I’m so glad you went through all this hard work to get me to fuck you.”

You can’t speak, so you nod desperately, you were so happy you did this too.

Your hips buck up into him with sheer stubborn drive to get him to toss his head back and moan, you wanted to see him unhinged too. Your eyelashes flutter, as his hands remove themselves from your face, and they move to your hips to help you out. But the building tightness and demanding need in your cunt was growing louder, hotter, completely undeniable. Your teeth sinking against his skin as you whimpered loudly, absolutely pathetically as you shifted faster, fucking against him harder.

“I-I’m so close,” you manage to moan out, and a sharp escape of air comes from his nose at that revelation.

Deku nods, his head moving so that his forehead rests against yours as he looks deep into your eyes. “I need you to look at the way your belly bulges while I fuck you before you cum, I want you to watch it bulge as you cum.”

You whimper, the strain in your neck almost insufferable as you peer down at your hastily exposed stomach, and you nearly faint at the pornographic, near-insane image of your stomach bulging with his hammering monster of a cock. And just like that, the tight heat in you snaps without a hitch, and you come tumbling down from the heights of your building orgasm. White heat and light spread through your body, your jaw slacking as you moan loudly, screaming his name as you convulse against him, body entirely limp. Deku, who was barely hanging by a strand, completely loses it when your core clenches like a vice against him.

Hot, thick ropes of cum spurt from his cock, his heavy, shaking gasps the only thing you can hear as he fucks into you once, twice more for good measure he collapses onto his forearms above you. It’s hot, almost too hot as he lays on top of you, the sticky fluid of his cum radiating against your already blazing walls, and for a bit, there’s silence.

Deku is the first to move afterward, and you whine as he pulls his cock out of your sore, abused pussy. You make a noise of curiosity then fear as Deku spreads your legs even more open and moves so that his head is face to face with your cum filled pussy.

“What are you–?!” you screech as Deku takes a lick out of your dripping cunt.

“Fuck, this does taste good,” Deku smirks as he once again licks your overstimulated pussy and you sob. “Besides, who said we were done?”

bonus!

“Everyone, this is my girlfriend y/l/n y/n!” Izuku happily introduced you to his group of friends.

“What the hell?!” Bakugou screamed, thrusting a finger at you and all you did was laugh.

So much for not being stubborn, huh.

#midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya smut #bnha #bnha x reader

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Faking Beauty || Dom!Hisoka x Reader

Genre: Smut

Category: Dom!Hisoka x Fem!Sub!Reader

Warning(s): Blowjobs, Cum Play, Degradation, Dirty Talk, Grinding, Pet Names, Rough Sex, Somnophilia, Unsafe Sex

A/N: Decided to dust off Dom!Hisoka and release him out into the world

“Y/N~ I’m homeeeeee”

Hisoka walked through the entrance of your shared bedroom, quickly spotting your sleeping form under the covers. He made note of the way one of his crop tops gripped your curves, barely covering your breasts that seemed to perk up just a bit more at the sound of his voice. He didn’t let the slight potential movement disrupt his current course of action, taking another quick moment to bask in your appearance. You always seemed to calm him down, or excite him even more, there was never a dull moment with the two of you.

His eyes drifted over your body, a small sigh leaving his mouth along with some of the tension he was oh so aware of. He always tended to get a bit riled up after fights, never feeling he had been able to release enough of his bloodlust on his opponents, which was all the more reason to take it out on you in other more life-friendly ways, as he liked to describe it.

Hisoka quickly undressed, preferring to sleep completely bare, which you were never one to complain about. He peeled the covers away from your body and snuggled up behind you, curling his form to accommodate your smaller frame. He couldn’t help but let out a small moan at the sweet contact, trying his hardest not to wake you - it would spoil his fun.

You shifted slightly, gripping firmer onto the pillow that rested in between your arms, a small hum of contentment forming in your throat. That little sound was all the encouragement Hisoka needed to go forward with his plans. His perfectly sharpened nails grazed over your hip, settling firmly onto the soft skin, pressing you firmer against him while he began to move leisurely against your ass. His nose grazed the side of your neck, nuzzling just underneath your ear as his breathing intensified.

You could feel the small smile that played on his lips as his mouth opened slightly in a breathy moan. "You're such a good little thing for me, even when sleeping," he spoke in a low whisper, finishing his sentence with a mirage of kisses before biting down gently on your lobe. You arched into the touch without a second thought, causing him to tear his lips away from the weak spot.

"And what are you doing little one?" He growled gaining an even harsher hold on your hips. You could feel the way his claws threatened to puncture through your skin and how his hands were slightly colder than your own body creating a cooling sensation in the same area he held a painful grip on.

His thrusts began picking up their pace, it was no longer relaxed rocking but rather harsh grinding against your backside. "You're so cute when you pretend you aren't desperate for me," he said licking a stripe up the base of your throat, curling slightly over you," I know you're awake. There's no need for all these silly little games of yours now pet."

You allowed your eyes to crack open and meet his glowing ones. The small smile on his lips morphed into a cruel smirk, typically reserved for his victims, which in this situation I guess you were. Though, a willing one at that.

"C'mon now love," he said, voice filled with deceitful sweetness. He had quickly removed himself from behind you despite his noticeable hindrance and snuck your hand into his palm. "I said come on." He still chose to speak in a light airy tone yet the force in which he used to pull you up with him was nothing of the sort. You wouldn't have been able to stop yourself from moving along with his insistent hand even if you tried.

Right before you managed to be yanked fully off the bed Hisoka paused, allowing you a small moment to ready yourself for the next forceful jerk. This time it led you to the floor, staring up at the man in front of you. Your fear lessened at the knowledge that he was still far in control of himself. You trusted Hisoka -- to an extent -- but you still felt more secure when there was noticeable conscious thought into his next course of action.

He tapped lightly on your lips. "Open on up now pet." His eyes shined down on you uncannily. You remained looking up at him, positioned painfully on your knees, as his fingers found their way into your mouth, using their newfound position to pry your lips open wider. His naked form hardly surprised you but you couldn't help but feel intimidated as his arousal laid fully on display.

The two digits dipped in and out of your mouth, sliding smoothly along your tongue as you sucked lightly on the welcome intrusion. A few more seconds passed as he continued to watch them sink deeper and deeper. Finally, he finished, but not before shoving them harshly to the back of your throat -- mindful to yank them back quickly so as not to cut up the inside of your throat with the sharpened points.

Tears gathered in your eyes as he traced the lining of your open lips. His finger left your skin-tone sensitive head of his cock, throbbing painfully as precum gathered at the tip. He gave himself a few measured pumps before setting himself softly on your laid-out tongue. He slid in slowly, ignoring your wanting stare in turn of gazing hungrily at his slowly disappearing length.

His pace didn't remain slow for long, plunging the last couple inches in rapidly. A groan left his lips at the sudden sensation encasing his cock, head tilted back as he breathed out shakily. His smile brightened as he spotted the drool leaking from your mouth as he pulled out at a slow pace only to slam back in harshly.

“Who’s the dumb one now? Drooling over the nearest cock like a little fucking whore? I wonder if you’re still asleep, so desperate for dick that you dream about taking me into that slutty throat of yours.”

“Mhmm.” You moaned at his words, eyes watering with soon-to-be-shed tears as his member roughly hit the back of your throat. His nails dug surprisingly light into your scalp compared to the force he used to hold you against him.

He didn’t seem to be satisfied with your response though because less than a second later he grabbed a hold of the back of your hair, roughly pulling you off of him. A thin strand of spit connecting the two of you broke and his gaze darkened even further as he watched it snap back to your thoroughly fucked lips.

The magician stepped leisurely towards you, you could see the small smile adorning his face, expression clashing enticingly with the firm grasp he gained on your chin, forcing your eyes up to meet his before allowing his thumb to replace his cock’s previous spot in your mouth. He roughly massaged the muscle found there, smearing his precum around, before making a tsk sound as he shoved your face away once again.

“I said,” the aura surrounding his frame filled with a concerning amount of bloodlust, “who’s the dumb one now? Or are you stupid and deaf?” In these moments you didn’t see your protective and playful boyfriend, but rather the blood-thirsty hunter he had earned himself the title as. You knew better than to even worry about your safety at times like these, even if you did run, he’d always catch you. Not that you’d ever want to. The fun that ensued was always worth the risk.

His eyes glared down at you, the gold of his iris taking on a cold intensity, but you could see the waves of lust hidden behind the cruel exterior, or perhaps they were intertwined; two sides of the same coin as the man liked to say.

You left his question unanswered, so out of it at the moment that you couldn’t form a proper response by the time he sat himself down on the edge of the bed. His eyes glanced down at your form as he silently beckoned you over, using his middle and ring finger in a lewd gesture.

You silently made your way to him and made to sit down, straddling his thighs. Just as you began to graze his noticeably hard length he lifted you by your hips, turning himself around so you both were higher up on the bed, him hovering above the spot in between your legs.

Pulling down the thin piece of fabric covering the spot between your legs, Hisoka maintained eye contact with you, smiling softly.

He used his position to his advantage, staring obscenely at the layer of juices coating your inner thighs despite the thin lace covering your most sensitive spots. “Such an impatient little thing. Are you that desperate my dear?” The rhetorical question had you clenching around nothing, your boyfriend must have noticed because a soft laugh sounded between the two of you. “I knew it. You can’t hide anything from my pet, your pussy’s too honest for all that.”

As a wet sensation hit your stomach, your gaze was easily drawn down to his arousal. A fresh feeling of wetness soaked your core at how he allowed it to leak down onto you unabashedly. You were tempted to make a comment about which one of you was the desperate one here but the thought quickly left your mind as he placed his mouth gently onto yours. Keeping a slow pace, allowing his tongue to slip between your lips, you didn't even fight as he took control of the kiss.

His movements quickly became rougher before he stopped altogether, tugging your bottom lip as he pulled away. “You were so cruel to me little fruit,” he whined fake-hurt, “lying so easily to me. Who’s the transmuter here darling?” You whined at his words, you knew he wasn't hurt but that didn't stop his words from affecting you.

"I didn't want to ruin your fun," you explained in a small voice.

"You thought it was fun to make a fool of me? To lie to me? What ever have I done to deserve such treatment?"

You felt the teasing hum against your throat as he dipped his head to your neck, effectively pressed his chest to yours. The magician chuckled against your collarbone, lowering the rest of his body to connect with yours, his cock resting firmly against your lower stomach. You could feel how it pulsed against you as he moved his hips up and down in smooth languid strokes.

You could feel his teeth graze slowly down your neck, his hands making their way up the shirt to grip harshly at your chest before gripping onto the fabric. A harsh tearing startled you but he still refused to let you up, biting down hard on the junction of your neck and shoulder. The shirt was quickly thrown to the floor as he sucked harshly on the flat expanse of your breastbone.

You saw his hand slip down between the two of you before you felt a small tap at your core. He groaned out lowly as he allowed his tip to slide up and down between your folds, smearing his precum across your hole and clit. You gave him a shaky nod you're not sure he noticed as he slipped into the tight heat. He gave you a few seconds to adjust to intrusion before his hips began to buck. His nails dug into your thighs as he held them up to fit you around his waist.

"Does it hurt, my fruit? Well, lucky for me that's not my problem now, is it? Tighten your legs for me, I'm not done with you just yet. You're taking me whole, just stay still looking all pretty for me. Let me do all the work for my dumb little plaything."

He massaged roughly into your thigh muscles as his movement began to pick up pace. "Aren't you going to say you're sorry," he cooed down at you. His grip hardened and you could tell he would break the skin if he didn't let up his force soon.

"H-Hisoka! I'm sorry," you whined, your eyes struggling to meet his as your body began to arch towards the source of its pleasure. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He chuckled lightly at your whispered chanting, leaning down to give your nose a soft kiss, changing the angle of his thrusts in the process.

"That's all I wanted to hear, darling."

His face fell directly by your ear, he whispered praises against your neck while his hips continued their onslaught. “I think you've made up for your little mistake earlier. I think you deserve to come today, what about you?”

"I t-think I've been good," your voice shook as he hit your sweet spot over and over again. "I think I-I d-deserve to c-come." You cried out as his pace quickened for a final time. His unrelenting movements caused waves of pleasure to run through your body, unable to control the noises that he praised so admiringly.

"You feel so good for me you know that," Hisoka began on a tangent. "You wrap around me so fucking tightly but I can still feel you leaking more and more down my cock as I fuck you. I love it and I know you love it too."

His voice was reduced to no more than harsh grunts and moans usually reserved for his more entertaining fights. He peppered your neck in lightly kisses as you felt the familiar tightening of your core, shakily lightly in your arms as he let out a small chuckle. He maintained his cruel pace as you clenched around his cock, your arms came up to drape over his neck as you rode out your orgasm. You could feel as he began to spill into your heat, carding your fingers through the back of his hair as you held him against you as he used your body to milk his cock.

The magician did nothing but breathe out steadily for a moment before pulling away to detach the two of you. You felt him spill out onto your thigh before falling limp against your neck once again, heavy breathing spread across your pulse point.

"You should have 'woken up' sooner Y/N."

#Smut #Hisoka #Hisoka Smut #Hisoka x Reader #Dom!Hisoka #Dom Hisoka #Hunter x Hunter #HxH #Anime #Hisoka Morow

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(when you never) see the light (n*fw, Colt x MC, RoD)

A/N: So @shondideaira-blog comes up with AMAZING ideas and requested a rewrite of RoD Chapter 16 but with MC getting shot (apologies for the delay and if this isn’t what you were looking for). Title from Rihanna’s ‘Stay’

Length: ~5,900 words

Rating/Warnings: N*FW (warnings out the wazoo- cops, gun shots, injury, blood, hospital, swearing, sex)

Summary: “... she thinks of nightmares that slide into daylight and then almost the opposite, times like now when the morning sunlight is gauzy and warm and the fears from the dark of night (gunfire and explosions and a scream caught in a throat that won’t open and being left behind by those you love) seem so distant that she knows she can’t return. ‘Colt, come with me.’ He still doesn’t answer, and it’s embarrassing how her voice cracks. ‘Please.’”

Her heart beats 63 times per minute.

It’s an average, of course; she’s studied the display, the colored lights flashing each number, vital signs and jagged lines dipping and rising with her movement, her stress level, the all-encompassing terror snaking cold through her bloodstream. By now, she can predict the digits shown stark on the machinery: rolling to her side increases it by a single beat, focusing on every breath decreases it by three, and thinking about that night and the fear in his eyes and the warmth pooling from between her fingers, well, that sends the numbers skyrocketing and the nurses running.

The shrill tone emitting from the machine echoes the hammering in her chest, a constant noise even in the awkward silence stretching into the corners of the hospital room.

“Are you sure you’ll be ok if I…” Her dad pauses and his eyes bore into the side of her head. It’s a conscious effort not to turn her leaden gaze from the tv. “... If I go to work for a bit?”

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

Her heart rate holds steady, steel will and mental effort holding her annoyance at bay.

Of course he can leave.

He had been there constantly, was at her side when she awoke from surgery, when her vision warped so blurry she had almost mistaken him for another, dark hair floating in and out of her field of vision, a mirage of her deepest desires fading to bitter reality when she realized who was by her side. And then her father had refused to leave her side, sitting in for every visit from the doctor, scrutinizing every movement as they tended wounds and replaced IVs, taking calls stationed outside the door to her room as she watched his shadow pace through the frosted glass. He vacillated between anger expanding coldly through the sterile walls of the hospital room and relief that she was alive seeping into his smile.

“I just want… I want you to be ok.” He pauses and this time, she turns her head, taking in his knuckles paling against the door frame, the lines of his face wrinkled and sallow in the blazing hallway lights. It’s unsaid: he wants things to go back to the way they were.

But they can’t. They never will. There’s no looking back, ever; the world has changed too much for that, and the only path is forward.

Her side still hurts, tiny white pills not enough to knock her out but enough to turn the stabbing pain in her abdomen into a dull ache, and she is tired, eyelids heavy from three nights in an unfamiliar bed; the physical pain pales compared to her sadness, bone-deep and weary. He wasn’t asking about that hurt. “I’ll be fine, dad.”

She almost wasn’t fine.

The barrel of the gun was dark, looming large before her, a sinister circle ready to engulf everything in its path the longer she stared. It was mere seconds, but it felt like hours as she stood, frozen. She couldn’t pull her eyes from the metal; she knew Jason was holding the gun, her high school looming somewhere behind him, her car in shatters behind her, and her friends in the periphery in various states of horror, but the gun consumed her entire field of view.

Would she ever step foot inside this very school again?

There was movement, somewhere behind Jason, Mona, god, Mona was trying to interrupt.

Would she even graduate?

And Colt’s voice echoing to her right, a yell, too far away to help, but close enough to hurt.

God, would she ever see Colt again?

The light was first, a flash, a bright flicker in the inky black night, dancing hauntingly by Jason’s thumb.

Then sound, the crack echoing in the parking lot, bouncing about until she was disoriented, not knowing where one rapport ended and the next began.

And then the pain.

“Ellie!”

More noise. A scream. Was it her?

A fight.

It couldn’t be her; she was looking at the sky, the endless night above, even the streetlights growing darker with every blink of her eyes.

“Ellie!”

The parking lot was cold beneath her. She couldn’t feel it through her leather jacket (red, red, everything was red) but her bare hands traced the pebbles below, uneven and jagged.

Everything hurt.

“Ellie!”

Another scream, the squeal of tires. Someone was pulling out (was she at the sideshow?), rubber burning, caustic and sour as it reached her nose. The engine roar faded, softer in the distance (was she racing?), replaced by movement around her (if she was racing, she was losing-the world was spinning, but she was immobile).

No. Her side… something burned, flaming hot, pain radiating up her side with every choking inhale.

She grimaced and lifted her hand, pressing it to her side, wince deepening. Her side hurt, sharply, as her fingers prodded a gash. It was hot, whatever it was (not skin, not anymore), and there was something liquid on her fingers, tacky, warm.

A cold sweat covered her body; she could feel its path tracing her hairline where the salt burned glass-torn wounds. She wanted to wipe it off, dig out some shards digging into her skin, but every move was draining, labored.

She bit her lip.

“Fuck, Ellie!’

Iron flooded onto her tongue, metallic, sharp. A few stars fought their way through the smog and the thin cloud layer overhead; streetlights shone in the parking lot.

Everything else was darkness.

Except for the red smears on her fingertips.

“Ellie!” Colt entered her field of view, suddenly, eyes wide and panicked. “Are you--- fuck?”

“I…” Everything hurt, God, her stomach felt like… like she had been shot. “Colt? What- what happened?”

“You…” His fingers trembled as they trace her face. “Ellie, you’re gonna be ok. We just gotta…” He looked down at her stomach and his hands pressed into her side, warm and far more comforting than the tears welling in his eyes. “We just gotta…”

Logan dropped to his knees at her other side. “Troublemaker… God…” Mona appeared behind him and even her eyes were wide, face pale.

A siren pierced the night.

She reached up; her fingers shook, and she was tired, oh so tired, but she forced her hand to rise until she cupped Colt’s cheek, thumbing at the moisture trickling over his skin.

He choked out her name, and she dropped her hand. A path of blood, a dark and foul smear over sharpened cheekbone, remained.

“We need… we need to get you out of here.” His voice shook.

She nodded, pushing herself up to her elbows, wincing when even the simple motion hurt.

“C’mon, Troublemaker.” Logan slid an arm around her waist, nudging his shoulder under her arm. “Can you get up?”

She nodded, wrapping her other arm around Colt’s shoulders. He was trembling slightly, lips in a tight white line, but he folded in next to her, taking her weight as her feet found the pavement. Her knees buckled, but the boys held firm and, though she swayed, she stood, hunched and weak. “I’m ok.” In the distance, the siren screamed louder, closer.

“You’re not,” Mona said, eyes assessing her wound. “You need to go to the hospital.”

She nodded; she obviously did. The pavement was tilting under her feet, and she had to focus to take in the parking lot. “Where’s Shaw?”

“Took off like a pussy.” Mona crossed her arms over her chest. Ellie let out a smile; at least the plan was working.

Colt curled his fingers over her hipbone. “Come on.”

“No.” Ellie shook her head, and the pavement swam in time with her movements. “The cars.”

“What? Ellie… we gotta… who cares? You…” She could sense it, the moment he looked down to see the blood spreading over her shirt. “Ellie…” Colt reached out, fingers visibly shaking now, to gently touch her side. Even through the fabric, they came away wet and glossy red. “Ellie, we gotta…” He stared at his hand, at the fingertips damp with her blood. “We gotta…” The siren was speeding on the highway now; they were running out of time.

“Colt.” She touched his cheek, smearing the blood even more. “We need a plan. We gotta get the cars out of here, your bike. We need to move.” He blinked at her and she tipped forward, to where he opened his arms at the last possible second, landing against his chest. They were both covered in blood now but it didn’t even matter, nothing mattered but finishing this last ride. His arms wrapped around her waist and she couldn’t even pretend anymore, just let him hold her up, fully, legs weak and unresponsive. His arms still shook. She tilted her head up, right against his ear, and whispered, “Colt, we need a plan. And I can’t… we need a plan.”

Because that was the meaning of partnership, of trust and support and love. When one person fell, the other was there to catch them. And while it was Colt physically holding her up, she was there to make sure he didn’t collapse either.

When he blinked again, his eyes opened clear. “Logan, get in your car and get out of here.” He balanced her against his own body to fish keys from his pocket, tossing them over to her without pulling his eyes from Ellie’s. “Mona. Take my bike. I’ll contact you later with where to stash it.”

Ellie smiled, head lolling against his chest. She could rest now that someone else was in charge.

“Open your eyes.” His voice was harsh but, when she opened them, she could only read concern in his wide gaze. “Stay awake. We gotta go. Walk.”

And, one foot in front of the other, she did.

~~~~~

Despite her dad’s concern, she’s fine.

After the surgery and the stitches and the unrealized fear that she might lose part of her liver, she had been fine. She had watched tv, avoided conversation with her dad, and reached for the comforting bottle whenever her side ached.

The meds, chatter of the pills ricocheting in her palm, helped ease her physical pain.

If only all pains were as easy to soothe.

She has just reached for the cannister when the door creaks open; she rolls her eyes, again. It had barely been 10 minutes. “Dad, I’m-” The word dies in her mouth as she turns to the door “-fine.”

“You sure? ‘Cuz I’m offended. I think you definitely need your vision checked.”

“Colt…” It’s not even speech; she breathes the word out in an exhale that makes her ribs twinge. “How did you get in?” The sheets shift underneath her as she struggles to sit, letting out a small groan as her side throbs before she’s finally up, watching him edge closer, hands in his pockets and dark circles haunting his eyes.

“What do you mean?” he scoffs. “You think I can’t get access to a fucking hospital room?”

“My dad- he’s been here the whole time, he just left.”

“I know.”

She shakes her head. “What happened? I don’t really…”

“You got shot. Remember that?”

“Oh my God, yes, I remember that.” He’s close enough to touch now, out of place next to the IV machines and constant beeping, leather and smirk tangible and real amidst the white-walled sterility; she pulls him closer, finger tucked into the cuff of his jacket. “What about everyone else? Logan? Mona? X and Toby? Is everyone ok?”

Colt shrugs, easing down next to her to perch on the hospital bed. “They’re fine. Logan’s on his way to Detroit. Mona’s halfway across the country. And X and Toby both went to Oakland.”

“My dad told me Jason got arrested.”

“He did. Your plan worked.” The smile stays small, but Ellie can see the pride and relief shine through. “Not an eye for an eye, but…”

She threads her fingers through his, her thumb tracing calming circles even though he also carries pain impossible to soothe. “It’s good enough. You need to live, Colt. Not be haunted by what’s behind you.”

“I can’t dream, El?”

“You have better dreams than vengeance.” In the hospital room lighting, his every feature is stark, cheekbones sharp over the hollow sloping to his jaw. He looks proud and pensive and defeated, all at once; though her side twinges when she leans over, it’s secondary to the ache in her heart. “Colt?”

“Yeah?”

“I want to go home.”

He surveys the tube still running into her arm, the pills at her bedside. “You sure that’s such a good idea?”

“Yeah. I can’t stay here anymore.”

“I don’t think they are ready to discharge you. You kinda look like you got shot recently.”

“I’ll go AMA, I don’t care?” She pressed the call button.

“You’ll go what?”

“Against Medical Advice. They can’t trap me here.” She jabs it again, frantically; a plan is forming. Finally, the fear and boredom and monotony of the hospital are being replaced, and she’s floating on something that feels implausibly like hope. “Meet me out front.”

He studies her, for so long she wonders if her demand is too presumptuous, and then he breaks out into a grin. “You’re sexy when you’re bossy.”

“Even in a hospital gown?”

His fingers trace the tie at her neck. “Especially then.”

“Really.”

“Easy access.” His eyes gleam, fluorescent shine of the hospital room reflected in beautiful black, and she’s sure his excitement is mirrored on her own face.

“Oh, my God. Just meet me downstairs, you’re my getaway driver.”

He stands, mattress creaking underneath her, and rocks back on his heels. “You sure about this?”

“I have never been more sure about anything.”

When she emerges into the brilliant LA sunshine, he’s leaning against a dark sedan, sunglasses on and every inch the cocky mastermind she remembers. She falls into his arms, replacing antiseptic and sterility with every inhale of motor oil and aftershave.

“No motorcycle?”

“Are you already forgetting you were shot?”

As if she could ever. “I want to go home,” she murmurs into his tee.

“Whatever you want.” He opens the door, eyes hidden by shades, but his shoulders tense. “We can drop you there.”

“No.” Her hand on his forearm stops him and he turns, eyebrow raised. “I want to go home with you.”

His lips against hers are hard, demanding, hand twitching toward her hip but then settling against her jaw, cupping her close as she nestles closer, relieved sigh as she feels her muscles relax for the first time in days.

As they accelerate away, she’s glued to his side, nestled in leather, and the sunlight blinding outside the windshield adds to the warming calm in the backseat.

~~~~~

She couldn’t tell if it’s pitch black outside… or if it’s the back of her eyelids.

“Ellie, eyes open. Now.” Oh. She opened her eyes, dome light illuminating the car interior where Colt was reaching over to buckle her seat belt, nudging the strap away from her side. “You gotta stay awake.”

“Yeah.” She nodded but her eyelids were so heavy, falling closed even when she struggled them awake, and he kissed her, hard, desperate. She kissed back, lips weak but sure, revived in the dead of night.

He slammed the door, sprinting around the car to leap into the driver’s seat, throwing the car in drive and shutting his own door simultaneously. The sirens were blaring now, she could see the blue and red flashing through the night, reflecting off the sterile concrete of the school, and Colt gunned it through the parking lot, the world flying by as he maneuvered onto the street and into the night.

“You’re gonna be ok, you hear me?”

She hummed, watching him change gears. When he drove to her driver’s test, she remembered how confidently he drove, experienced hands easy around the wheel, but now those same hands were moving fast, almost frantic as the speedometer flew higher.

“Ellie?”

“Yeah?” Her eyelids were so heavy.

“Tell me about Langston.”

“What?” Her head rested against the leather as she squinted at him. “Why do you… What?”

“I want to keep you awake and it’s all I got right now,” he responded, chuckling darkly.

“I… Langston.” In truth, she had barely thought about Langston in weeks. “It’s the best college out east. And I was lucky to get in. I always wanted to go there and now…”

“Now what?”

“Am I even gonna go?”

“You’re gonna go.” His hand gripped her knee. “You’re gonna be fine. You’re gonna go...“ He moved his hand to downshift as they maneuvered through traffic, but it landed on her leg immediately after, strong and sure. “You’re gonna do great.”

“No. No, you don’t understand.” She sighed. “I don’t know if I… I’m not ready for this to end.”

“For what to end?”

She felt the moisture spilling from her eyes, streaking down her cheeks. Of course she was going to Langston, it was all she wanted, and yet. “I don’t want to leave you.”

He had nothing to say to that, no smart reply; he only squeezed her knee and headlights flashed by, interrupting the night sky that encroached into her darkening vision.

“I just… I don’t want to go back to how I was before.”

“You won’t.”

“Are you just saying that because I now have a hole in my stomach?”

“Christ, El… Gonna be a hell of a scar.”

The tires squealed as he pulled a left, sign declaring the Emergency Department brilliantly red above them. “Gonna be a hell of a story.” She shifted uncomfortably as they pulled to a stop; she could see a smattering of doctors and police officers inside the glass doors when she peeked over.

“Our story’s not over yet, El.” Her tears are pouring out now, stream turned to a river, and they slipped through his fingers as he cupped her face in his hands. “It’s not.” His voice was harsh, sure, and it made the tears even worse.

“I have to go.”

He unbuckled his seat belt. “Yeah, let’s go.”

“No.”

“What do you-”

“See those cops?” He glanced behind her, still cradling her cheeks, and his gaze darkened. “This is something I need to do on my own, Colt.”

“Ellie.”

“I can’t have you get arrested, I-I can’t.”

His lips turn down, his own eyes welling, glistening in the red glow. She pushed forward, as much as she could through the pain, because she might die from her wound but she couldn’t live without threading her fingers through his hair, kissing him with every ounce of trust and surety and love she had been gifted in return.

And then she steps out of the car alone.

She doesn’t look back. She can’t. Even the tiniest glance behind her would make her disappear, Euridyce vanishing in the dawn; a mere turn of her head would force her to stay, compel her to fall into his arms and flee into the night, and her blood would spill rivers onto Mona’s leather interior.

By the time a nurse rushed over, she was bawling, sobs pouring from her mouth, blood ground into the lines of her palms and the tears painting watery pink paths down her forearms.

She shook her head when they asked how badly it hurt.

She couldn’t feel a thing.

~~~~~

The nightmare shocks her awake.

It’s her first night of freedom and it’s quiet, still, the light of the moon replacing the flash of gunfire behind her eyelids, soft exhales beside her replacing the exhaust of a Santagata speeding away.

She can still see her father’s face, stern and disappointed and angry, so angry, when she struggles to sit up, wincing at the flash of pain radiating up her side.

“Mh? Wass… El?” Colt turns under the sheet, hand grasping at nothing until his fingers find her arm, wrapping around her fragile wrist.

“I’m ok…” His skin is warm where hers is corpse-cold, and she’s obviously not convincing enough because he sits up, the line of heat at her spine not enough to quell her shaking muscles. “Really, I’m ok.”

“You need more of those meds?” he slurs, still half-asleep, and she grins despite herself. He’s been surprisingly great, having her holed up in his temporary apartment, dispensing her painkillers upon request, grabbing the ice cream she wants from the 24-hour store down the block.

Maybe she shouldn’t have been surprised.

For all the gruff exterior and snarky bite, he had seen her potential, respected her abilities, challenged her and fought for her and, now, speaks low into her shoulder blade in the pitch-black room, LA haze blocking out the glow of the moon. She can’t see inches in front of her face, can only sense where he is by the crinkle of sheets, the warmth of his skin at her back.

“I’m fine. I… it’s fine.”

He shifts, arm threading around to trace under her shirt, between her breasts, so he can cup her shoulder. “What happened?” She can feel the warmth seeping through her chest; it makes it easier for her to inhale through the terror caught in her throat.

“I…” He waits, shifting so his nose nudges into the curve of her shoulder. “I just saw… I just saw the gun. The flash, when pulled the trigger and I… all I could hear is the crack of the gunshot and I-”

He maneuvers her so she can see his face, barely, white of his eyes framing the darkest of eyes, a flash of white teeth when he mutters her name. “Ellie…”

“And the surgery and days in the hospital room and I didn’t know if I was going to see you again and I…”

His thumb is gentle on her cheekbone, wiping away tears she didn’t even realize were coming. He’s still warm, hand on her face and other palm solid on her back, and she breathes out slowly, heart rate returning to her typical range. “I still dream about my old man.”

“Oh, Colt.”

“I still dream about the bridge, the explosion, and then...” The whites of his eyes flash as he turns his head, sharply. “You. You bleeding out in the parking lot, bleeding through my fingers, and I couldn’t...”

Her fingers find his and squeeze. “What helps?”

“...don’t know yet.”

Her hand on his cheek turns his face back to hers and she has no words, no magic solution, no idea how to overcome the trauma and pain of their shared past. All she can do is bring her lips to his.

Maybe the memories will always be with them, written in scars like the puckering skin on her abdomen, but maybe they can forget, together, to make it through the night.

He responds eagerly, hands cupping her face, trailing down her neck. His thumb traces down her spine and it’s singularly all she can focus on; every nerve ending in her body is so sharply attuned to the callus at the joint sliding inch by inch down her skin that she can feel nothing else, not the sheet pooling around her waist or the contact of her legs against the mattress or the itch and tug of the scab pulling at her skin. It’s so soft, so gentle, and his name falls from her lips, all needy whine and desperate plea, and the flush that covers her skin is sudden, fire hot, spreading down to her toes in a blaze of combustion and if he doesn’t touch her, more, somewhere else, anywhere else, God please, she’s going to explode as a quivering mess in this bed.

He’s gentle, easing her closer to kiss a scorching line down her spine, following the path of his fingers with the fire of his lips. They drag achingly down the sensitive skin of her thinner forearm, up her inner thigh, and it’s somehow more intimate than anything they’ve ever done. She’s already tense, toes curling as his hands make their way under her underwear, and her fingers anchor into his hair as his teeth trace up her thigh.

He avoids her side, where the stitches curl dark into her skin, instead teasing his tongue through her folds, his fingers over her clit; when her vision turns white (not the cold light of gunfire but the warm glow of pleasure and connection and love and lust and freedom), she forgets about her injury, forgets about the hospital, forgets about everything except the strands of hair sliding through her hands and the boy taking care of her in every way that matters.

Sated, she reaches for him as he collapses beside her, straightening her pajamas and tucking a wisp of hair from her face. She’s suddenly exhausted, muscles weak and shaky, but she curves her hand into his t-shirt. The sheets muffle her voice; she wouldn’t be surprised if drool pools underneath her chin, but she’s too tired to care. “Don’t look back.”

“What.”

“Don’t look back.”

“What are you talking-”

“There’s nothing behind us.” If she was going to leave that life behind, she was going to take part of it with her. “Come with me.”

“What? Ellie?”

“Please.”

She doesn’t hear his response; behind her eyes, there’s only darkness (no gunfire flash, no rhythmic beeps). It’s quiet and still and warm, and she sleeps without dreaming.

~~~~~

She could get used to this.

While Colt had taken a few hushed phone calls in the hallway, he was a constant every other second, just in reach, as if his mere presence were enough to protect her from murderous cops and an untimely demise.

A few days into her convalescence, she awakens from a nap, degree by warming degree, curled into his side. Her sleeping schedule has been erratic ever since her frantic discharge escape, and it’s now twilight, golden sunbeams sinking into the horizon behind the highway. Colt is sprawled next to her, playing a game on his phone; she’s curled into his side, eyes blinking open against soft cotton grey, and he drops a kiss on her forehead when she stirs.

“How are you going to sleep tonight?” he asks, smirking through every word and dropping his cell onto the bed. “It’s almost 8. You’ve slept all day.”

“Dunno. Count sheep?” she murmurs against his chest. “Count stars?”

“No stars in LA.”

She mumbles some reply, unintelligible and low. While she was regaining some of her strength, it was a slow improvement; she still generally felt weak and worn. She would have no trouble sleeping.

“Count headlights,” he continues and she tilts her head to watch the white lights fly over the road, glittering diamonds slicing through the horizon.

“Is that what you do?”

He shrugs. “It’s all there is to see.” His fingers thread through her hair, avoiding her forehead where cuts from barreling over the overpass still sit open and obvious along her hairline, but gently tracing down to her back, hands gentler than they have any right to be, belonging to a wanted criminal on the lam from the LAPD. It’s rhythmic and calming, and she wants nothing more than to stay in this bed forever.

“There’s headlights in New York.” She holds her breath. She hadn’t asked again since the nightmare, too terrified of the reply to broach the topic.

“Lots of them.”

She hazards a glance up; to her surprise, he is staring right at her, eyes soft, cautious. He swallows, Adam’s apple tightly bobbing, and nibbles his bottom lip. “Colt, please.”

He glances away, out the window; he doesn’t answer, doesn’t promise anything, and she tightens the arm draped over his chest. The headlights still glow, bright white cutting through the city landscape, and she watches them as the twilight slides into darkness.

~~~~~

Even though she gets stronger, she still makes him help her, pouting through simple challenges like carrying grocery bags or reaching high shelves. He grumbles through it, but she can’t hide her smirk when he obliges regardless.

(Tougher challenges, like holding her after nightmares that leave her quaking, those are done without complaint and the gratitude gets stuck in her throat, lodged against where her heart races at triple the normal tempo.)

When she feels up to it, he needs no persuading to help her shower. He’s surprisingly gentle with her hair, fingers massaging shampoo against her scalp as she mewls piteously, and lathers her body in careful strokes that build heat in her core. His fingers slow as he nears her side, bypassing the bruise beginning to green and the scab that’s beginning to crust about the stitches. His hands avoid the wound noticeably.

“Do you not like blood or something?”

He quirks an eyebrow, droplets raining from his hair. “I’m fine with it. I got shot too, remember?” Her eyes drop to his shoulder. Yes, she remembers and, even if she managed to forget that horrific night, his own scar would remind her, dark mark noticeable against the curve of muscle. “Not as bad as you.”

“Yeah… it’s just… you just seem wigged out at the sight of blood…”

He looks behind her, straight at the shower wall, but she has the sense that he doesn’t see a single white tile square. She sees images in her own mind, flashes of her blood on his fingertips in a shadowy parking lot, his father’s blood a morbid trail across the garage. “I don’t like seeing the blood of people I care about.”

Well, she doesn’t have an answer to that. She can only reach up, wet hair sliding through her fingers, to pull him down, closer, until they’re sharing the same breath and his lips consume hers with practiced ease. He backs her against the wall, so gentle, as if she were spun glass, fingers tender about her waist even though his lips capture hers insistently.

They kiss with abandon, making out until the steady stream of water cools, turning tepid, and then cold, and then he interlaces their fingers together to pull her out of the shower. By the time they get out of the bathroom, they made a weak attempt at towel drying, but her back is still wet as he lays her down against the sheets.

But the sensation of water cooling is quickly replaced by others.

And the only flashes of light are stars behind her eyes.

And the only sound is his muttered curse, harsh fingertips digging deep into the muscles of her ass.

And when she trails fingertips over his cheekbone, only sweat remains.

~~~~~

He makes her breakfast, too.

It’s only a few days before she’s scheduled to head east, and it looms large on her mind. She requests pomegranate seeds and yogurt, granola and a drizzle of honey, something fancy and annoying just to see him fluster.

“Seriously?”

“Please, Colt?” She bats her eyelashes, burrowed under blankets, and he huffs, throwing on a shirt before trudging to the store.

She giggles when he cuts into the fruit; it’s going to stain the cheap formica counter, but he apparently doesn’t care, hacking into the pomegranate skin with a paring knife and cursing under his breath.

“This is such a pain in the ass.”

“Remember when you said I could have anything I wanted.”

He raises an eyebrow. “We were in bed, sweetheart. I wasn’t asking for a meal plan.”

“Well…” She gingerly steps against the counter and stands on her tiptoes, testing her side. When there’s no pain, she hops up to sit next to the bowl with only a slight grimace. “This is what I wanted. I wanted you to make me breakfast.” Triumphant, she pops a seed into her mouth.

His gaze drops to the fruit in front of him as he shakes his head ruefully. She watches the sculpted biceps move as he separates the seeds from the pale flesh, dropping them into her yogurt. There are easier ways to cut the fruit, taught by her mother over quiet breakfasts even more precious in retrospect, but watching him bite his lip in concentration, she keeps the information to herself.

She’s so focused on the tip of his tongue between his lips and the bicep shifting under his tee that it takes a moment to realize that he stands frozen beside her. “Colt?” His gaze is fixed on his hand, and she leans close to look over. Eyes haunted, he’s staring at a pomegranate seed, smashed against his finger; it takes her a moment but, at this angle, it looks like blood, a red smear staining his thumb, an eerie jarring flashback to blood on his hands.

She doesn’t even think, only reaches over to drag her teeth across the fleshy pad of finger, sucking the sweet juice onto her tongue. When his gaze flits to hers, heat rises in her cheeks.

“What?” He doesn’t respond, and she thinks of nightmares that slide into daylight and then almost the opposite, times like now when the morning sunlight is gauzy and warm and the fears from the dark of night (gunfire and explosions and a scream caught in a throat that won’t open and being left behind by those you love) seem so distant that she knows she can’t return. “Colt, come with me.” He still doesn’t answer, and it’s embarrassing how her voice cracks. “Please.”

“Ellie…”

“You don’t need to stay here. There’s nothing good here for us.”

“I’m not running. I’m not gonna run from anything.”

“What if you ran towards something instead?”

“Like what?” There’s a pomegranate juice smear bright against his cheekbone, a reminder of her hands on him, a mark that won’t scar but is permanent, regardless.

“...A new future.”

~~~~~

Breakfast with her dad is as awkward and stilted as she feared.

He makes the Ellie Special, and she crams forkfuls of waffles in her mouth as they try and fail to find any safe topic of conversation, past bond cleaved, strained silence left behind.

Even though his fear for her life had tempered his fury, he still saw her as a songbird, resigned to a gilded cage to sing on command and lead a life of clipped wings.

But she learned what she could do - chase dreams and fly high and soar into a new life with its own scars and tears and triumphs.

She walks out the door with a plate of food and a promise to call. When he shuts the front door, it sounds like the closing of a book, her childhood written and read, its last few months unsatisfactory in her father’s review.

When she thinks about it, she wouldn’t have changed a thing.

She plops into the driver’s seat and takes a deep breath, hands tight around the steering wheel, watching as the curtains drift shut. Away from her father’s prying eyes, head in her hands, she lets it out, tears pouring through her fingers, tears of joy, of heartache, of hope, of wonder... and of love.

Then, she reverses out of her driveway, smoothly popping the clutch into first as she heads to retrieve the motorcycle jockey whose calloused hands hold her heart.

It will take days to make it out east.

They had better get started.

There’s nothing but the open road ahead and they get to speed along, together.

And, at dawn, the sun peeking over the interstate is wholly brilliant, warm and peaceful, every single day.