#chizome akaguro x reader smut

[suggiesug]

stain x BRATTY AFAB reader

kink list: dirty talk, dom/sub, spanking, enemies to lovers(?) vibe, orgasm + pleasure denial

“Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me.”

Things had been going on like this for weeks now. It was no secret to anyone that you were a brat. You want control. You want power. You want the universe to be how you want it to be, and everything served on a silver platter. Every tick and tock of a clock is to be on your command and no one else's.

“Good kitten. Spread those pretty legs for me. I want to see everything.”

Every brat needs a disciplinary figure. You've found yours in the one man who never fails to bring you to your knees with his presence alone.

The tips of calloused fingers grazing the insides of your thighs has you shivering, instinctively bringing your legs closer together by dragging your knees across the hardwood floor. A sudden, scolding ’ah’ reaches your ears before a boot-clad foot kicks one of your knees out again, a huff leaving you as you're made to spread your quivering thighs apart.

“Don’t run from it.”

The hero killer’s voice used to grind on you in the worst of ways, rough and something else to hate about a man with so few other redeeming qualities. Now, it makes you shudder, visibly trembling as the fingers return to your thighs. An amused huff sounds out behind you, and you have half a mind to twist your head around and snap at the other.

But you don’t. You remain on your hands and knees, legs spread, anxious for what Chizome might do to you next. 

“You’ve become so well-behaved these past few weeks,” he purrs, voice dripping with a taunting sweetness as the tips of his fingers trace the curve over your ass, lingering over your left buttock. “Have you been not touching yourself as I asked?”

“Yes,” you mumble your reply, then let out a sharp gasp when the fingers tracing vague shapes on your ass cheek suddenly dip down between your legs, teasing over the lips of your pussy. The way you flinch and jerk forward slightly has a rumbling chuckle leaving the man behind you, your fingers curling to form trembling fists on the ground in front of you.

“Yes what?” Just as quickly as he’d been chuckling in amusement at your cute little flinch, Chizome’s winding a hand back and harshly bringing it forward against the same cheek he’d been caressing only moments ago. The smack reverberates through the room; as does the harsh yelp you let out, your entire body jolting and your eyes opening wide. You whimper, thighs and arms trembling as they struggle to keep you up. The burn on your cheek lets you know that there’s most certainly a nice, red handprint there. No doubt it’ll linger for a while.

“Yes… sir.”

“Good kitten.”

The same hand that had spanked you goes right back to gentle, painfully slow caresses to the same cheek. If you didn’t know any better, you'd say it was Chizome’s silent way of apologizing. But you know well enough to realize that he’s simply admiring his work. The hand dips down between your legs again, and you're prepared as fingers glide across your wet heat this time, doing nothing more than shuddering.

“You’re so wet,” Chizome coos, and you keep your mouth shut instead of congratulating him for stating the obvious. “You must be eager if this is all it takes. How long has it been now?”

“Two weeks.”

“Two weeks,” he repeats, and your hips twitch when a calloused fingertip rubs over your clit before pausing on it. “Two weeks since you last came. How much longer do you think you can go, hm?”

Your head turns at that, glaring at Chizome the best you can from such an awkward angle. How much longer? The whole point of Chizome coming here today was so that you could get off. Who does this bastard think he is?

Said bastard immediately huffs out a laugh at your little glare, a grin spreading wide across his face. 

The next second, you're lurching forward and yelping yet again when another smack is administered to your previously unmarked cheek, no doubt giving a matching handprint to it. You shudder and let out a whimper, trembling arms giving in and lowering you to the floor. With your forehead pressed to the ground and your forearms either side of you, your position only spreads you out all the more, and Chizome seems to enjoy the change, judging by how he hums and caresses the newly reddened cheek.

“I asked you a question, slut,” With a voice just as demanding as before, Chizome’s purrs turn into something rougher; something less teasing and more aggressive. 

You whimper, your hips instinctually wiggling from side to side.

“As long as you want me to, sir.”

A huff sounds out behind you, and you know you picked the correct answer when the other’s fingers return to gliding along your slick lips.

“That’s right. Good kitten.”

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[heartofjasmina]

am I evilly doing this just to drive @bakubunny insane? yes.

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I just think if Stain and All Might met earlier they would become the absolute most feral fuckers known to man. Do they fuck each other? You best believe it. Chizome has dreamed being a cocksleeve for Toshinori for too many years to count. But when they find a pretty lil thing who wants to be sandwhiched between them, even better. You can barely take Toshinori's horse cock in your pussy before Chizome is pressing into your ass. The two of them love nothing more than filling a hole to capacity. And given how well you take their cocks, they're definitely not letting you go.

[daisies-daydreams]

Stain NSFW Headcanons

Warnings: Like...everything under the sun.

A/N: Time for 2 AM horny thoughts.

Side Note: The gif 👀😩

(Headcanons below the cut)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sorry, but Stain's aftercare game is sorely lacking. He's more likely to kiss you before slipping out of bed and back into the dark night. You’d have to bring it up to him if you really want it. Stain would be a bit awkward with aftercare at first, but he'll get better with practice.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on himself is his hands. Sure, he uses them to dispose of “fake” heroes, but he also sees it as a way of protecting you and innocents. His favorite body parts on you are your breasts and eyes. He loves to grab and knead your breasts when he has you writhing beneath him or riding on top of him. Stain adores eye contact while he’s fucking you senseless, because it gives him a sense of belonging and confidence.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Stain loves to cum on your breasts. He’ll jerk himself off sometimes, his thighs slotted against your upper arms, his long tongue lolling out of his parted lips as he paints his thick cum across your clavicle and tits. His favorite place to cum, though, is inside of you. He feels like he’s claiming you as his and his alone. There’s a lot of it, too, and he loves to shove it back inside when it leaks out of your fucked out, puckering hole.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Stain stole your dirty underwear when you two were first starting to get to know each other. For several weeks, he jerked himself off in his dingy apartment as he constantly inhaled the scent of your musk and lapped at your panties. Stain’s never cummed so hard in his entire life.

(He still has the underwear at his apartment). 👀🤭

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I think he’d have little experience with how devoted he is to his mission. He might’ve had a few one-night stands, but that’s about it. It surprised Stain when he kept wanting to see you again and again, each time increasing with intensity and desire. He watched a little bit of porn when he was a teenager, too, so he’d know some basic things (and some not so basic things).

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, or any position where you’re below him and he can still see your face twist in pleasure. Mating press would be a close second. There’s just something intoxicating about spreading your legs wide and folding you in half while he stuffs you with his cum over and over again. Cowgirl would have to be his third, since he gets to see your tits bounce and jiggle in front of his face as you slide up and down his thick cock.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Definitely serious. Stain might tease you a little, but sex is something he wants to savor for the majority of it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He has a wild bush growing down there. Stain never saw it as necessary to groom himself, so it’s an untamed cluster of thick, black curls. (He might trim it up a bit if you ask him, though).

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Not very romantic (sorry). He’s more feral than anything, growling and snarling and manhandling you as he pumps his cock into you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Stain masturbated before he met you, though the frequency was pretty scarce. Now that he has you, though, his urge to jerk off is almost non-existent.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I think Stain has a hidden praise kink, like if you were to say “You’re such a good boy”, he’d freeze while pounding you and just go 😳😶. Praising him will always give him a boost, since most of what he’s known in his life is rejection or neglect from other people.

Stain definitely has a bondage kink, too, and would be persistent with using his Quirk on you (only with your permission, though).

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

100% the bedroom. When he fucks you on the bed, he gets to watch as you unravel beneath him while he can view his cock plugging into your sweet pussy. He's fantasized about taking you from behind in a dark alley, though he's too well aware of the legal repercussions if both of you get caught.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you in tight-fitting clothing or randomly sitting in his lap. Also, small compliments or simple, lingering touches (poor thing is so touched starved 🥺).

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Shit/piss play is a big turn off for him. Pegging is also something he’s weary of and will refuse if you ask him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Holy fuck, does this man love giving you oral. The sweet taste of your juices is intoxicating to him, let alone the feeling of your walls writhing around his wet muscle. He’s got a big tongue, too, so you know he could easily fill you up and rub your clit at the same time.

As for receiving, he enjoys it just as much as giving. Stain’s a little bit on the longer side so it would take some getting used to. The moment your lips are wrapped around the head of his cock, Stain swears he’s going to cum right there and then.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Stain is usually pretty rough with you (it's so easy for him to get pussy drunk😩). However, if he's feeling more relaxed, he'll more likely than not take his time with you, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are a norm with Stain, especially if he feels the need to release some pent up tension.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Two words: knife play. He won’t do it if you’re uncomfortable, but given how many blades he’s packing, he's bound to bring it up eventually.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This man’s stamina is through the fucking roof. Good luck trying to keep up with him, because even with his refractory period(s), he can go for a good four to five rounds, each lasting five to twenty minutes.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Stain doesn’t prefer to use toys. He wants to be the only one to make you cum. He actually gets pretty jealous if you choose to use a dildo/vibrator on yourself. 🤭

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Some teasing, and he's always smug when he does it.

“Hm? You’re already cumming? It hasn’t even been five minutes yet, doll”.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Stain’s not very loud. Maybe some grunting and growling. Even his teasing is said through low, husky whispers.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Stain has one small frenum piercing just below the head of his cock. He got it when he was drunk one night and just kept it, since it “matched his style”.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Stain has an average girth, but he’s hung like a horse. A good 8.5 inches with a bit of curve. His cock's a bit darker than the rest of his body and the tip turns a bright, cherry red when he's turned on. Uncut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Somewhat higher than average. The man can go without it for long periods of time, though the consequence is making up for lost time (4-5 rounds, anyone?).

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Is fairly quick to fall asleep afterwards. He’s not much of a talker, but he’ll always feel a longing keep you close after a particularly long session.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

NSFW Alphabet Prompt By @the-coldest-goodbye

[frickingnerd]

Villain Masterlist

Tomura Shigaraki

gamer boyfriend shigaraki - headcanons

blinded by jealousy - oneshot

dating tomura shigaraki - headcanons

patching up shigaraki after a battle - headcanons

yandere shigaraki crushing on his neighbour - headcanons

Touya Todoroki / Dabi

family feud - drabble

dating dabi / touya todoroki - headcanons

patching up touya todoroki - headcanons

dabi with a s/o who has a healing quirk - headcanons

dabi comforting you after a break up - headcanons

dabi with a s/o who's sensitive to loud noises - headcanons

touya's childhood best friend dating natsuo - headcanons

dabi crushing on a hero - headcanons

friends with benefits hawks & dabi - headcanons

Jin Bubaigawara / Twice

romance isn't dead (yet) - oneshot

Shuichi Iguchi / Spinner

dating spinner / shuichi iguchi - headcanons

having your first fight with spinner - headcanons

Atsuhiro Sako/Mr. Compress

breaking up with mr. compress - headcanons

Himiko Toga

dating himiko toga - headcanons

himiko with a s/o who likes her smile - headcanons

Oboro Shirakumo / Kurogiri

memories of who we used to be - oneshot

Kai Chisaki / Overhaul

call me your favorite, call me the worst - oneshot

Kaina Tsutsumi / Lady Nagant

poly relationship with mirko & lady nagant - headcanons

Akaguro Chizome/Stain

yandere stain - headcanons

stain meeting a shapeshifter - headcanons

[bloody-peach]

Ok. It's decided.

1: A smut fic with Hero Killer Stain x F!Reader based on my adventures with a Stain chatbot (I'll explain when I post the finished fic)

2. A Shigaraki x F!Reader x Dabi threesome smut fic where the reader is their pet. (Based on my fantasy posted in my personal blog)

May take a while, but they will be made! Stay tuned and keep an eye out!

[danishpastri]

Thinking about Stain coming home from “work.” He’s tired and smells faintly of copper. He yawns as he flops down onto his couch.

You come over, flopping next to him. You close your eyes, relishing in the sensation of Stain’s warmth next to you.

“Have a good day?” You ask, nuzzling slightly into his chest.

Stain replies with a grumble, wrapping his arm around you. You chuckle, “Of course.” You hum, letting out a yawn, “It’s late, Chizome. So late it’s early.”

Stain hummed, “Well then let me get undressed so I can at least be comfortable when I sleep.”

You comply, getting off your lover before watching him strip down to just his underwear. You smile, loving each and every single curve he had on his body. You couldn’t help but just move over and push him down onto your couch. Your lips locked against his, a smirk creeping up on your face.

Stain pulls away, “Oh? You down for a little playtime before we go?” He chuckled, a hand snaking down to squeeze at your plushy ass. You hum, giving him an eager grin.

“Make sure I can’t walk in the morning.”

Stain chuckled, “Deal.”

[roses-and-whisky]

I started writing a morally ambiguous reader series on ao3 and I just want to thank @frostthecupcake for willingly beta reading over 5k words of Stain x Reader smut. 🙏❤️

I'm not going to post it here though for the following reasons (CW/TWs):

implied consent, knife play, abduction, dubcon, usage of Stain's quirk on Reader, nonconsensual bondage, blood play, biting, very brief mention of death (the man is a serial killer after all), verbal humiliation, degradation kink, unprotected sex, rough sex, brief petname usage (he knows your name, just chooses to call you something else), overstim, dacryphilia, dom/sub play, brief usage of honorifics, handcuffs, creampie, feral behavior

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40709931

[atomic-taco-muffin]

Stain x Fem!Reader: Big Crush

Request: Pro hero reader has a big crush on stain and the reader is fighting stain and stain pins the reader down and eats her out

Warnings: smut, mentions of blood, pussy eating

NSFW under the cut 

When you first became a hero, you hoped that you would run into the hero killer, Stain. You had a good reason to find him and it was it because you had a huge crush on him. You never told anybody this in fear that they would think that you were weird and possibly lose your job. 

One night, you were on patrol searching for villains. You were mainly looking for Stain but still wanted to do your job. Unfortunately, you couldn’t find him. When your shift was over, you walked back to the agency but was interrupted by a blood curdling scream. You followed the scream into an alleyway and found Stain killing a hero. A hero from your agency, might I add. Stain took his katana and cleaned the blood off with his tongue. He turned around and spotted you. 

“Another hero? This just might be my lucky day.” he said. You got into stance and you two broke out into a fight. You used your quirk the best you could but it wasn’t enough to defeat Stain. Stain pinned you down and cut your arm. You moaned in pain at the sting. You watched as he licked the blood off and his quirk activated. You gasped as your body became paralyzed and looked at him. 

“Please don’t kill me. I’m not like the other heroes. I don’t care about the money. Just please, let me go.” you begged. Stain looked at you closely at saw that you were telling the truth. But, he still had the urge to kill you. He then came up with an idea that might help clear his thoughts. 

“Alright. I’ll let you go. On one condition.” he said. 

“A-and what would that be?” you asked.

“You let me eat out your cunt.” You blushed and looked away. Holy shit! This is a dream come true minus the whole pinned down and paralyzed part. You looked back at him and agreed. He smirked and crashed his lips onto yours. You kissed back and let him insert his tongue into your mouth, tasting your blood a little bit. He used a small knife to cut your hero costume. You moaned softly as he sucked on your breasts.  

“God, I wasn’t expecting you to like this that much. You got a crush on me or something?” he growled. 

“Yeah, I-I have a crush on you. A-a big one at that.” you moaned. He smirked and left hickies down to your now dripping cunt. 

“Jesus Christ, you’re wet. You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” he said.

“Yeah. Please fuck me with your tongue, Stain.” you whimpered. 

“Chizome.” 

“What?” 

“Call me Chizome.” 

“O-okay.” He smirked and buried his face in your cunt. You moaned loudly as sucked on your clit and tongue fucked you. 

“Holy shit, you taste so fucking good.” he groaned. He kept going till you came hard on his tongue. 

“That’s a good girl.” he moaned. You felt that his quirk stop and tried to stand up but ended up falling into Stain’s arms. 

“How about I take you back to my place and we can have round two there?” he asked smirking. You smiled at him and nodded. He picked you up and headed back to his place for round two and many more.

[suggiesug]

✧ MY HERO ACADEMIA ✧

٭ - fluff ⁑ - angst ⁂ - smut

★ - character(s) x reader ⍟ - character(s) x character(s)

✧ CHIZOME AKAGURO ✧

⁂★ - stain x bratty AFAB reader (ficlet - spanking + dom/sub)

✧ KAI CHISAKI ✧

⁂⍟ kai x dabi - clean (ficlet)

⁂٭ kai x touya - an angel's season (multi-chapter fic, cafe AU)

✧ DABI ✧

⁂⍟ kai x dabi - clean (ficlet)

✧ TOYA TODOROKI ✧

⁂٭ kai x touya - an angel's season (multi-chapter (1) fic, cafe AU)

✧✧✧✧✧

[daisies-daydreams]

Say ‘Please’ (Stain x F!Reader)

Pairing: Chizome Akaguro (Stain) x F!Reader Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: Dom/Sub Elements, Biting, Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Male Masturbation, Eye Contact, Edging, Swearing Word Count: 2.1k+

Summary: Stain decides to pamper you in his own special way.

A/N: Surprise, surprise, it’s another fic by me where the reader gets eaten out. 👅💦

Song Rec For This Fic: Streets (Doja Cat - Silhouette Remix)

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You jolted in your bed when you heard your bedroom window creak open. A dark, ominous figure crouched on the window sill, his dark, tattered clothes waving in the cold wind. You sighed as you collapsed back into your mattress.

“Chizo-I’ve told you to just use the front door,” you groaned. The figure dropped inside, making sure to slide the window closed and secure it. His red, hungry eyes flicked over to you.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I don’t think people would take kindly to the Hero Killer waltzing into their apartment complex,” your lover stated with a grin. You purse your lips as he lumbers towards your shared bed. His heavy boots thudded against the floor as he shucked them off. You watched as he stripped himself of his outfit, his clothes falling into a large pile on the floor.

A sense of calm washed over you as Chizome slid onto the mattress, his wiry, naked body still slightly cold and damp from his recent escapade. Your eyes flew open when you felt your lover wrap his arms around your torso, pulling you flush against his chest. He smelled of rain, sweat, and blood-a musk you’ve grown accustomed to as you’re little paramour became more frequent within the past few months. Chizome inhaled deeply into your neck as he tenderly pressed his mouth to your skin. You shuddered as he rolled his large tongue over your pulse.

“Chizo,” you whined, grinding your ass on his hardening length. He grunted behind you as he wrapped his lips around your neck.

“Bet you taste so good,” he rumbled. You gasped as he tightened his grip around you, driving his cock forward with small thrusts. Both of you panted as you continued grinding on each other, heat building inside your core with each passing second. “Would you like that, sweet thing? Like my tongue tasting you…all of you?” Chizome husked. You bit your lip and wiggled in his grasp. It was so late-and yet, you couldn't deny the fire that stoked with each swipe of his tongue and thrust of his hips. He groaned before planting a sloppy kiss on your neck, then your jaw, and finally, the corner of your mouth.

“Come on, sweet thing-let me make you feel good,” he husked. His rough voice sent a shiver down your spine, a white hot arousal spreading through you from head to toe. You swallowed thickly.

“Okay,” you sighed. Chizome grinned as he turned you to lay on your back. He slid himself on top of you, his heavy cock throbbing as he rubbed it against your clothed sex. You squealed when his tongue slid across your bottom lip as he kissed you deeply. You smiled coquettishly as you parted your lips. A moan bubbled from your chest as his tongue filled and explored your mouth.

Chizome stroked and swirled his wet muscle around yours. His kisses were always heated and sloppy-especially when he was riled up from a night of action. Both of you gasped for air when you finally pulled back, a string of spit connecting your swollen lips. Your lover’s pupils were blown as he gazed at you, his hips shallowly grinding against yours once more.

“Mmm, Chizo,” you keened while gripping his bare, rugged shoulders. He emitted a low growl before ripping your nightgown to shreds with his bare hands. You gasped. “Hey!” you pouted.

“I’ll get you a new one the next time I’m out,” he muttered. He smacked his lips as he ogled your breasts. Your face flushed as he lowered his head and flicked his tongue around your areola.

“Oh,” you moaned, your fingers curling into his flesh. Chizome closed his eyes as he swirled his tongue around your breast, slobbering over the whole thing. Pleasure began to build as he licked up and down your perky nipple, your other breast being massaged by his hand. He tugged on your nipple with his teeth before releasing himself with a wet ‘pop’. You gazed down at him with hooded eyes, your bottom lip tucked beneath your teeth.

“Such a pretty little thing,” he rumbled before blowing on your coated tit. You shivered as goosebumps erupted across the slick patch of skin. Chizome gave you no respite as he switched to your other breast. You heard him inhale deeply through what remained of his nostrils, his tongue kneaded and massaging your plump flesh. Your walls clenched as he lavished your breasts with love. Your head felt dizzy as your underwear became soaked with your arousal.

“Chizo, I need you, baby,” you gasped. His head snapped up at your words. “Baby” was always a pet name that got him riled up really fast. His lips curled up as his hands trailed down to your hips, fiddling with the hem of your wet panties.

“Thought you’d never ask,” Chizome said. Your heart fluttered as he pulled your panties down your legs and tossed them aside. He trailed his lips down the valley of your breasts and over your torso. Your breathing stuttered when he paused over your mound, his eyes slowly gazing up at your blushing face. “You sure you want this, sweetheart?” he asked, his hands pushing your thighs apart. You nodded your head vigorously.

“Yes-fucking destroy me with your tongue,” you begged as you bucked your hips forward. He chuckled, his hot breath cascading over your wet lower lips.

“Such filthy words. Might have to teach you a lesson before I make you cum,” Chizome hummed. You clenched your walls as he spread your labia apart with his thick fingers. His blown pupils seemed to shroud his crimson irises as he licked his lips. “You’re so wet-and just from me playing with your tits,” he chuckled. A small squeal left you as you looked away in embarrassment. This earned you a sudden bite on your inner thigh.

“I want to see your pretty face while I’m eating you out. Keep your eyes on me, understand?” Chizome rumbled before smoothing his tongue across the red bite mark. You nodded, tears of arousal pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“That’s my good girl,” your lover praised. He kissed the top of your mound before hovering his face over your slit. A moan tore through your throat as he flattened his tongue over your whole cunt. Fuck, you never realized just how big it was.

Your fists curled into the bedsheets as Chizome drew slow, sloppy stripes up and down your slit, his thumbs still spreading your lower lips apart. Your legs trembled as he locked eyes with you, watching your face twist and writhe with pleasure. His red eyes brimmed with desire and a hunger so deep. A bolt of arousal struck through your body as you arched your back.

“Yes, that’s so good-fuck,” you whimpered. Your mouth restricted into a tight “o” when he clamped his teeth down on your throbbing clit. He flattened his tongue over your nub, the pressure indescribable. Your hands moved to grip at his wild, raven locks as he swirled the tip of his muscle around it, drawing you closer to the edge.

“Ah, Chizome,” you keened. He pulled his mouth away just as your face began to scrunch up. Your nostrils flared as you glared down at him. Chizome’s whole lower face was absolutely soaked in a lewd mixture of your slick and his spit. He licked at the corners of his mouth, grinning all the while.

“Don’t you remember? I have to teach you a lesson,” he mused. You scoffed. “Since you swore twice, I think I’ll have to edge you one more time,” Chizome stated. Your eyes widened.

“No, wait. I promise I-I won’t do it again,” you mewled desperately. He laughed as he gave you a hungry smirk.

“I don’t think so,” Chizome clicked his tongue. “Don’t worry-I’ll take it upon myself to teach you some manners...starting with saying 'please',” he rumbled. How generous of him. Your heart pounded as you waited for him to move, his eyes never leaving your line of sight. Your silent prayers were answered when he slid his hands to your inner thighs and began to gently lap at your folds. You fell back onto the mattress as he lavished your pussy with wet kitten licks.

“Ah,” you gasped out as he prodded your entrance with the tip of his muscle. He took in a deep breath through his nostrils as he teased your hole. He licked and poked around your tender entrance, yet refused to slip inside.

“C-Chizome,” you stammered. Your mind felt like it was turning to mush. He groaned into your heat, the vibrations turning into shockwaves that rocked your nervous system. With a soft sigh, Chizome finally shoved his muscle into your core.

You keened as you began to see stars sprinkle your vision, his tip reaching all the way to your cervix. You watched his eyes flicker with light as one of his hands fell away from your thigh. Your walls fluttered when he wiggled his tongue inside, your pussy squelching with each minute stroke.

“That’s it baby, yes yes yes. You make me feel so good,” you praised as you rocked your hips onto his face. You flinched when he made a hiccupping sound followed by a deep grunt. You shifted your head slightly and blushed when you saw one of his hands stroking his hardened cock, his brows knitted together as he lost himself.

A sudden, juicy thrust inside your cunt made you throw your head back into the pillow. A gentle slap streaked across your thigh, reminding you of his command. You craned your upper body to watch as he thrusted his tongue in and out of your eager, weeping hole. You felt every bump of his papillae stroke against your gummy walls. One simple stroke across your g-spot made your head spin and stomach flip. The pornographic sounds of squelching and thrusting and moaning reverberated throughout your small bedroom, surely waking up the neighbors. You whined as the cord inside of you began to twist into a tight knot.

“Chizo, I-I’m close,” you gasped out as hot tears spilled down your ecstasy-ridden face. Your lover immediately pulled his face away. You whined and pounded your fists into the mattress. You felt like you were dangling on the precipice of your release. What was a few minutes felt like hours before you finally snapped.

“Please let me cum, Chizome!” you cried out. You heard him chuckle, his mouth curved in a triumphant smirk.

“I think you’ve finally learned your lesson," Chizome remarked. You nodded your head in agreement. He groaned before enveloping his lips over your entire cunt, shoving his muscle back inside. Your brain could barely catch up at a hungry pace he set. The muscles in your lower stomach began to wind into themselves. Tighter and tighter-

“CHIZOME!” you screamed as your orgasm tore through you. Your whole body shook as you clamped down on his massive tongue. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he suddenly stiffened, your juices squirting over his face as your walls intensely contracted. You drifted through wave after wave of bliss, relishing in the warmth that bloomed throughout your body.

Your high began to fade as you swallowed thickly, tears still pouring from your eyes. You blinked a few times, your vision blurry from the sheer intensity of your orgasm. Chizome kept his tongue submerged inside of you for a little bit longer before he slowly pulled out. You shivered at the feeling of emptiness.

Sparks suddenly flew through you as he lapped at your folds, collecting your juices and guzzling it down his throat. Chizome smacked his lips and sighed before he pressed a kiss to your cunt. You jolted, causing him to chuckle. A light pink dusted his cheeks as he scooped you up into his arms.

“Where are you taking me?” you blinked, your voice slightly slurred. Chizome just continued to look forward as he made his way towards the bathroom.

“I haven’t showered in a bit. You might as well come with me… since I made such a mess of you and all,” he smirked before tenderly licking up the side of your face. Your breath hitched as he went to nibble on the shell of your ear.

This night was far from over.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

[yandere-mha]

Stain’s favourite sex position is weird enough to make his darling consider their life choices while he plows them. Is he actually successful in making his darling feel good?

GRAPHIC NSFW ahead!!

Lmaooooo I hate to get so tmi here but speaking from experience, getting fucked sideways is the shit. You feel like you’re getting split open like a coconut nyuirehwgfui

It really depends on your preference, but if you can get past how weird it feels and how it might hurt a little at the beginning, it’s actually way more stimulating than regular face to face sex imo. 

Stain likes to think he knows every little thing about you and honestly sometimes it feels that way too. However, though he knows you very well and I’m sure he will make you at least feel very pleasured, he doesn’t know EVERYTHING but he won’t listen to any suggestions either.

For instance, If you don’t like the side sex position and you tell him it hurts too much, he’ll take pity on you but he’ll tell you to tough through it. It’ll feel good soon he promises.

I know I described it a little weird so if you’re a more visual person, here’s what it would look like:

[danishpastri]

Stain / Male!Reader Smut Drabble

Stain loves edging. He loves pinning you down, tongue wrapped around your shaft as his fingers fuck your hole. He loves watching you squirm under him. Those little noises you make, the pleas and begs you say, it’s all magic to his ears.

It’s even tougher on your body when you finally release into his mouth. He wraps his lips around your whole shaft, milking you with his tongue as your liquids fill his throat.

He pulls away, dragging his tongue on the underside of your shaft to tease you more. After two hours of edging, you finally felt that release…

But when he puts you back into his mouth, you knew that there was more fun to be had.

Now it’s going to be two moire hours of overstimulation. He’s gonna milk your pretty little balls dry.

[honeytama]

Wanted for Pleasure

Spinner (Shuichi Iguchi) X Fem!Reader X Stain (Chizome Akaguro)

A/N: Read this post if you’d like. Thank you to @royal-after-dark​ and @hawks-senseis​ for inspiring me to do a threesome peice!! Spinner is in so deep with Stain that he for sure would let his girlfriend be ravaged by the Hero Killer himself if given the chance. Also, I’m entering this into @kazooli​ ‘s Contest! Just now did I realize it fit the themes Hero & Villain and Sharing is Caring...

Summary: Your boyfriend and yourself attend a private event celebrating the Hero Killer; Spinner’s undoubted paragon of villainy. But, one look of you in the costume you wear to the function, Stain himself can’t let you leave without putting you in your place.

Warnings: Smut (18+), established relationship, villain x hero x villain rolepay, threesome, oral (giving/receiving), degradation, dacryphilia, knife play, temperature play, spanking, bondage, double penetration, squirting, overstimulation, light blood mention

Word Count: 7k

Just gotten out of the shower, the carpet of your room warms the soles of your feet as you stride around in a silk robe. Sunlight beams in from your bedroom window while you begin to get ready for the exciting day ahead of you. Today, yourself and your boyfriend would attend a small, private event in the namesake of the Hero Killer, Stain. You smile and hum thinking about the fun you’ll have with your boyfriend at the function he’s been waiting to attend for a year.

He’d set up an itinerary including when and where you'd have lunch, see a showcase of new weapons and wares, and meet Stain himself along with 500 others. The event itself requires everyone to attend wearing some sort of disguise; to wear a costume as to not alarm law enforcement of your assembly.

—

Finishing applying some smoked-out, sultry makeup, you walk to the closet where your outfit hangs against the door in a clear vinyl bag. Spinner had no clues about the costume you would be attending the event in, but you knew he’ll be thrilled to see you in it. You unzip the bag and pull out a stark black, long sleeve, matte latex catsuit with a hidden zipper that runs up along the front. The material is supportive enough to go without a bra, but you choose to wear a small pair of underwear in case of outfit malfunction.

Slipping one leg of the suit onto yourself, you feel the soft thin layer of cotton that helps from letting the latex outside layer from sticking to your skin. The suit pulls close to your body in the most comfortable way; a combination of stretch and snugness to hug your best features.

The catsuit is pulled easily onto your body; laying flush to your skin all the way up the section underneath your bust. You roll the sleeves a bit to push your arms through, hoping they would go on as easy as the rest. Your body sways as you walk around your room almost in a sweat trying to get the rest of the outfit on. You let out a relieved sigh when both long sleeves have finally adjusted to your form. The thoughts of you having to call someone in to come to help you while in that position only begin to fade away as you start pulling the long zipper that rests at your sternum towards your neck.

“Oh no,” you whisper. The zipper is unmoving, resting in between your breasts; the zipper only made it millimeters up your bust line before giving up. “C’mon, c’mon” you plead in a whisper as you attempt to fidget with the latex iso that the zipper would hopefully flow through. You tug and tug at it but nothing seems to help. Breathing out your frustrations, you hope Spinner is outside of your door waiting for you to be ready.

“Shuichi? Are you there?” you yell from the middle of the room. A moment of silence passes before your boyfriend speaks up.

“Yeah, I’m just on my phone! You’re fine, take as long as you need!” he yells at your door as he leans against the hallway wall.

“You can come in! I’m almost ready,” you try to keep your voice calm as his friends from work might have already arrived for you all to carpool to the venue. In front of you, the door pushes open and Shuichi’s looking down at his phone. Probably triple-checking your day itinerary to the letter. You clear your throat before calling out to him, “I need your help.” Your hands rest at your sides, fingers lightly pulling the suit material from your thighs.

Spinner gaze rises up from his phone up before stopping at the open material against your chest. He clears his throat before raising his blushed face to meet your gaze. “Damn,” he blushes the seconds his eyes lay on you. Walking to meet you he reaches out. "Are you, uh leaving it open, like this?” he tugs on the two halves of the opening.

“No, oh my, Shuichi!” You cover your chest with both hands, the material of the suit barely covering your nipples. “I’ve been trying to pull the zipper up, but it isn’t cooperating. Can you try to pull it up for me, please?” you ask giving your most innocent tone of voice, along with glassy doe eyes that seem to always convince him to do your bidding.

“Right… uh, sure,” he stutters. He tosses his phone on your bed before taking questioning steps closer. The zipper is grasped between his index finger and thumb and pulled up toward the middle of your breasts. The motion of the zipper is watched by Spinner’s dark eyes as it travels between your supple mounds. The zipper tugs slightly at the pressure of your bosom against the material. When he finally reaches the end of the zipper track, he eye-line idles for a second at the amount of cleavage the fitting suit gives. You give him a grateful look, “Thanks babe, I just have to put on my boots, and we’ll be ready to go.”

Spinner sits back on the edge of your bed to admire you in full. The insinuated muscle in your ass and thighs grab his attention immediately. He watches your behind as you lean over to grab your boots from the corner of the room.

Turning, you just catch the moment when his eyes avert away from your body, You walk over and sit beside him on the bed to zip up the backs of your heeled boots.

“Can you check if I missed anything?” You ask. Spinner smiles while gesturing for you to get up while twirling his index finger. You give a spin and laugh at his forward request.

“You look amazing,” his eyes linger on the silver detailing that runs up your thighs. “But, I gotta say…,” he rubs the back of his neck nervous to call his observation. “You look like one of the Pro Heroes, princess.”

“Hey, not every Villain has to wear the Stain look, Shuchi,” you laugh. “Unless you think the Villain fans at this event will berate me for looking so heroic?”

“Tch, you know I’d never let any of them lay a finger on you,” he smirks.

“Then, I’ll wear this, thank you, handsome,” you say before setting your hands on his knee pads and leaning into his snout to kiss him gently. “What’s in your pocket? Or, are you just happy to see me?” you tease.

“It’s one of my knives, love. I know there'll be some dangerous people attending. I want to be able to protect you,” he explains. He takes the chance to reach a hand to your latex covered asscheek and squeezes the supple flesh underneath. A squeal escapes your throat, but he just swallows it into an even deeper kiss. Your hands roam up his thighs and rub dangerously close to his growing bulge.

Shuichi reluctantly pulls away from your lips so as to not get riled up and be late to the event he’s long-awaited for. “Alright, alright! Jeez, I can’t imagine what the other people at the convention would think about a Hero like you making out with a Villain like me,” he jokes while giving smacks to your behind to motion you to get up.

“Ooooh, am I your Hero, Mr. Villain?” you fake gasp, “I could be your arch-rival, babe,” you tease “We could reenact one of those Enemies to Lovers stories you read so often.” You wink while wiggling your hips before tugging one of the belts that wrap his waist.

“Hey, shhh,” a rough hand rushes to cover your mouth. “The guys are in the other room.”

“Yes, silence me, Villain don't let them hear!” you laugh while pulling his hand from your face. “I think it’s sexy you like to read your fans’ writing, babe.”

“Whatever, you,” he lowly chuckles before bringing you in from the waist to give a quick kiss. “Now let’s go, I don't want to be late to the meet up.”

He takes your hand to pull you to the bedroom door and to walk through the hallway out to the living room where Shigarkai and Dabi wait. You dance to the front door and sing, “My boyfriend is going to meet his icon~~!”

“Y/N,” Spinner whines.

—

You take a car to the small event venue while sitting between your boyfriend and Tomura. Getting close, you see tens of people dressed in outfits similar to Spinner’s walking the sidewalk from their parked cars. Your heart beats in excitement at all of the people that align with your boyfriend and his friends. These are their people.

“Look at all of them,” you whisper to your boyfriend. He nods and smiles widely back at you.

“The entrance is on the right,” Spinner turns to the driver. “Let Y/N and I out up here, we’ve got a place to be.”

The car slows next to the curb and you exit with a wave goodbye to the other boys. You grab the matching black eye mask to your outfit and apply it to your face once stepping onto the sidewalk.

Walking hand in hand with your boyfriend into the secret venue, you notice how much your outfit stands out compared to the other fanatics there. Some civilians sneak quick glances at you, but others stare at your unique costume and mask as they walk by to their next meeting.

However, the attention does little to bother you. You know that there are some people staring at Spinner standing next to you as well, but he’s too excited to be bothered about prying eyes.

—

Shuichi and yourself end up making it to the front of a long meet up line for Stain himself. You try to listen as your boyfriend rambles on about the questions he’ll ask and how he’ll shake his idol’s hand, but watching the nature of the number of people around you draws your mind away from him. The tightness in your stomach would say you're nervous as hell.

All of a sudden, a curtain is pulled back and the Hero Killer peeks out from the side of it. Your heart jumps, but no one else around you, not even Shuichi, seems to notice. Stain looks to grunt and roll his eyes before running a hand through his black, silk-like hair.

His piercing eyes scan the crowd until both of yours’ lock together.

Your heart jumps. His unwavering gaze into your eyes feels uncomfortable, eerie even. Before you can turn away from his stare, you notice his tongue. His deep pink tongue slides over his top lip sensually. All he gives you is a head nod and a once over, top to bottom, with his eyes before slipping back behind the curtain partition.

You stand next to your boyfriend with chills running up your spine. Did that just happen? You turn to Spinner to see his expression, hoping he did not see the lewd implication his idol just gave you. But, he’s still excited as ever.

A few minutes later, an announcer calls out Stain’s meetup will begin. Stain saunters through the curtain and stands before all of you. The rest of the crowd gets loud spotting Stain for the first time.

A large man approaches your boyfriend and yourself. He hands Spinner a folded piece of paper before saying, “Please leave the line, and have a nice rest of your day.” The man ushers the next fan behind you to step up.

You both look at each other in awe as you are pushed to the side. Spinner opens the folded paper before reading aloud.

“Congratulations. Stain is inviting you, the first in line, to his private hotel room for drinks and a chat. Go to Room 416 of the Hotel at 9 pm tonight. He hopes to see you both there.”

—

Your boyfriend and yourself sit on a couch of the room’s living space together; his hand covering yours as a means of protection. He had babbled on and on all day about the things he wanted to talk with his idol about, but over the time of entering the man’s suite, only a few words were exchanged. You had gone to shake the host’s hand as you entered the room, but he pulled you into a lingering hug. You can still feel the caress of his hands on your lower back.

Stain calls out from the kitchenette in the corner of the living room, “Either of you want somethin’ strong to drink?”

You ponder for a second if to drink alcohol, it would certainly lift the mood and take the edge off of everyone. But, you answer with a soft, “Just a glass of water, please.”

Looking back at Shuichi, you give a squeeze to his hand in encouragement. “Babe, you should talk with him!” you lean in to whisper, “I think he would really like to hear your ideas.” You give him a smile and a kiss to the cheek before pulling away.

Stain returns to the living couch carrying a glass of water and two bottles of beer. An open bottle is handed to Spinner, and the water glass is handed to you. Your hand brushes with his; it sends goosebumps to your chest as the slight feeling of his cold skin.

He then sits across you both finally striking up a conversation with your man. They talk, laugh, and drink together for an hour. All the while, you keep either a hand on Shuichi’s thigh or a comforting touch on his exposed bicep in solidarity with him coming out of his shell.

Listening to you boyfriend talk always got you excited, the passion that burns within him escapes into intelligent streams of words. You can never help but be enthralled yourself, and even slightly turned on, especially after the making out you did that morning. However, the other man in the room seems to notice this.

“Y/N, I can feel you sweating from here,” Stain says bluntly. “That suit of yours makes a lot of noise.” Your cheeks flush rapidly realizing you’d been rubbing your thighs together in anticipation of getting your love alone that night. “Why don’t you tell your girlfriend to relax, Spinner?”

“Excuse me?” Spinner questions with his amber eyes widened.

“Oh, I guess I did realize that she’s the one to tell you what to do, huh?” he laughs. “I overheard her coddling you to get you to speak up earlier. You're just going to let a girl dressed like a little Hero tell you when to speak?” he laughs while gesturing to you sitting pretty on the cushions across from him.

Oh, fuck, is all you can think before Spinner is lunging at Stain and pulling him up from his chair by the collar of his tank.

“What the fuck did you just ask me?” Your own hand flies to your mouth when you see the knife that he packed in his pants that morning being held against the neck of his idol. “Apologize. Apologize to Y/N before I draw some blood, asshole,” he sneers through his teeth.

You lift yourself from the couch slowly, silently hoping Stain will just say what needs be. But, that doesn't happen.

Stain laughs loudly while a grin grows across his face. The knife against his neck being shifted up and down slightly by the movement of his Adam’s apple. “Have you ever pulled a knife on your girl, Shuichi?”

“No, I’d never hurt her! What the hell are you saying?” he yells in confusion. “You know what, whatever, we’re leaving.” Spinner pockets the knife and lets Stain fall to his chair from his hold. He stomps over to where you stand with his chest puffed and arm muscles flexed.

You’ve witnessed the criminal work your boyfriend does before. Frankly, you enjoyed the shake it made your legs give to watch him be so dominant.

“You can't tell, huh? Look at her. She's trembling in lust just from your threat against me, man,” Stain snickers while fixing his clothes across the room.

“Shut the hell up,” Spinner grunts over his shoulder while yanking the hotel suite door open.

“Wait, Spinner, please,” you huff while tugging his hand to get his attention before he can step out into the hallway.

“If you want to tell him off, go ahead.”

“I was just thinking about how you said my costume looked like a Hero’s this morning.” You raise your brows at him, “I'm just a weak, little Hero, right?”

Stain gets up from his lounge chair and walks to the door to close it himself. Encasing you both in the room with him.

“Scumbag, let us go before I—,” Spinner snarls.

“Stain, it seems you agree? I think a Hero like myself should be punished for speaking out of turn to two big, bad Villains, like yourselves.”

“Punished? What are you saying, princess?” You can see a hint of pink grace his face.

You smile to yourself and try to entice your lover into your brilliant idea by leaning into him for a desperate kiss. Your hands roam and pull at his vest and belts before you tug yourself away to stand in front of Stain.

“With him? Right now?” Spinner’s stomach drops at the idea of sharing your body with the guy he’s looked up to for so long.

You nod, trying not to break the sense of role-play you've begun. Biting your lip, you turn to Stain who’s looking down at you, “What do you think, Hero Killer?”

“I think this other Villain should pull out his knife again, sweet little thing.” He leans down to meet your gaze and you can feel his breath against the soft skin of your lips. “Show just how a Hero like yourself should be knocked down a peg.”

All of a sudden, your boyfriend is standing right behind you. Your bottom presses into his groin, but his newfound dominance feels as if he’s towering over you. You feel his breath against your ear for a second before he commands you in a low tone, “Go to the bedroom, Hero.”

Your throat catches before letting out a high pitched moan as his words. All of a sudden, you feel the sharp tip of a blade in the middle of your back. You clench your eyes before squeaking out, “Yes, Villain.”

You walk carefully to the bedroom and he follows you with the knife lightly pressed into your spine. You obey his command and sit on the edge of the king-sized bed. Stain and Spinner walk in closely behind you and stand alongside one another in front of your small form beneath them.

“Spinner,” Stain starts, “you found this one. How should we begin?” He goes to take off parts of his outfit into a puddle of tan and red garments on the floor. He stands there waiting for a response only in a dark gray tank top and black form-fitting pants. The bandage wraps on his arms still present.

“Hero, get up,” Spinner commands.

You stand up quickly from your seat on the bed. The excitement makes your legs wobble, but you try to show to be as calm as possible.

“Help me undress her, Chizome,” your boyfriend continues. The two men encase you between them once again. Spinner’s eyes trail along your features in front of him while Stain presses himself into your back waiting for him to unzip you.

You hear the zipper come down from your chest towards your belly button. The two sides of the outfit are pulled away from your skin by Spinner. The sleeves and shoulders are pulled down your back by Stain’s rough hands.

The material is pulled down your waist roughly. Stain mutters about the “dumb costume” while pulling your feet through the bottom. By the time the entire catsuit is off of you and in a sad pile, your lover is already attacking your chest and stomach with his hands.

He nuzzles his snout into your open neck and breathes in deeply taking in the remaining amount of your perfume from the day. He groans at the sight of your bare skin for him to ravage, finally. His scaled hands tickle your sides. The number of locations your body is being touched makes your mind go wild. The knot in your stomach grows larger. You and Spinner have never shared any sexual activities with anyone before. But, you can feel his calming presence -- even role-playing as a dangerous stranger.

“Oh my god--,” you squeal. Two hands grope the cheeks of your ass roughly. Your small panties hang on for dear life as the man behind you grinds himself into you. Your heartbeat quickens at the thought of another man touching you so differently from Spinner’s usual careful nature.

“Shh, it’ll all be okay, little one,” Spinner whispers against your neck while rolling a nipple between his thumb and index. You try to control your breathing knowing he’s said that for you to feel safe.

“Damn,” Stain grunts. His lips are now trailing the side of your neck; almost either placing a wet kiss or threatening to bite into your skin. “Maybe Heroes are good for something, huh, Spinner? This one’s got such a tight ass.”

His right-hand leaves your cheek only to be brought back as a harsh slap against your mound. “Ah! Please,” you whine.

“Is that the kind of punishment you wanted?” Stain grumbles. You lean into his strong chest as he starts to place open mouth kisses along the nape of your neck.

“I think I deserve-,” you stutter, ”more than that, Hero Killer.” You hold in whines from how amazing his lips feel against your skin. Two fingers come to hold your chin tightly, and your eyes widen as your boyfriend pulls your attention to him with a deep, breath-taking kiss. You roam your hands along the muscle and limbs of his familiar body. You undo the belts you’ve undone hundreds of times before and you rid him of his vest and knee pads. Lastly, all other loose ends. He stands and kisses you with his usual arm wraps, gray trousers, and a white tank top. Of course, Stain and himself are still adorned with their signature eye masks.

Stain leaves your back end only to drop to the carpet. While kissing Shuichi, you can feel a set of fingers experimentally pull a cheek to the side. Your glistening slit and other private hole are on display for Stain to see. You yelp again once he brings a harsh hand across your ass; he smiles while watching your holes clench in fear and anticipation.

“Hah fuck, already so goddamn wet,” one of his thick, calloused fingers prods your folds and takes millimetres of a dip into your cunt. “Am I going to get a turn with this?”

You hold your breath waiting for Shuichi’s response.

“No way, you’re using her ass or mouth. And, these lips—,” he kisses you deeply, taking your breath away. “they're mine.”

A growl rumbles against the side of your thigh before Stain dives his south between your legs. But not in the area you need him most just yet. You feel his teeth doing the most to leave marks on the skin of your inner thighs.

“Ah, shit, not so hard,” you whisper under your breath. The two men chuckle at your remark before the one on his knees bites deep into the fat of your asscheek. He sucks and kisses the oval mark harshly. You feel your thighs already forming small welts where his teeth closed in on your skin.

All of a sudden, you feel his long, hot tongue licking a thick stripe along the crest of your ass. The tip flicks and leaves his saliva as he pulls away. “Stain,” you whine while jolting away from his prehensile-like tongue. You feel the thing following your body, attempting to taste you, even as you clench onto your boyfriend's shoulders as a means of staying away.

Drool slides down the ends of his mouth, but he wipes it away proudly seeing the disgusted look on your face. “Oh, c’mon, you liked that didn’t you, Hero.”

“I’m sure she did. You should feel how much she’s shaking against me. You want him to eat your cunt out nice and good with that tongue, yeah, Hero?” He shows a smug face, but he feels his face flush thinking about other ways to make you cum before you all get on the bed. He holds your chin in his hand to let you know to give attention to his next words. “Or, what do you think of both of our mouths feasting on you? How does that sound?” His eyes are unwavering from his lock onto your own.

“H-how, would you?” You stumble on your words trying to imagine being ravaged by both of them in that way.

“Relax. Go put a leg up onto the bed,” he commands.

You get closer to the bed dawned in white hotel sheets. Keeping your balance, you lift one foot up onto the plush mattress while the two Villains sandwich you again. You subconsciously wanted to cover your private areas in such a vulnerable state, even though the man ogling the front side of you is your lover.

He grasps the undersides of your thighs before starting kissing a trail down the length of your body roughly; he nips on your stomach and hip bones along the way. He sits back on his knees, closes his eyes, and lets his mouth fall open in front of you. You watch as his pink muscle rolls out of his mouth before it wraps to latch onto your throbbing clit.

Your breath catches and you reach out to his hair to hold with a hand to balance. Spinner nods signaling Stain to get started on his own part.

“Fucking finally,” Stain hisses falling to his knees once again before letting his tongue lull out the side of his mouth. You feel his face press into you while Spinner continues sucking your clit from the front. The pointed tip of Stain’s hot muscle massages your entrance. He groans at the sweet taste of your cunt. You feel his tongue violate every square inch of your private area. You clench your eyes and brace yourself knowing he’s unapologetic to licking an eclipse around your rimmed hole as well.

Your elevated leg shakes on the bed when Spinner speaks again. “Fuck her deep with your tongue, Stain. You better not fucking disappoint.”

“Can you feel it, Hero? Him defiling your hidden places? You know his quirk, right? One drop of blood from you by either of our knives… or our teeth. And he laps it up? You’d be paralyzed and we’d be free to do whatever we’d want to with your body, sweetheart.”

“I understand,” you try to say. But, your voice comes out small and mousy. Your mouth feels dry from holding it open for so long. For several minutes you had let pleading moans in the form of quick, shallow breaths escape your throat.

Your pussy, drenched of saliva and puffy from stimulation, is stretched as Stain lets his tongue extend even more out of his mouth.

“Oh, my God,” you cry out. The new sensation feels so amazing that you can't help but grind on the pointed tip reaching dangerously close to your cervix. Tears swell up and form in the outer parts of your eyes as you lean back onto Stain’s face. “Fuck, that feels so good,” you whine as a tear falls down your hot cheek.

“Ahhh, yes baby, bounce on his face for me,” Spinner encourages.

This only makes you rock faster on Stain’s thick tongue that pumps ever so relentlessly into your cunt. It’s tip lingering on the outside of your hole whenever he pulls it completely out to tease and taste you.

Spinner, who's standing in front of you now and motivating this absolute sin, trails his scaled hand down your exposed stomach. He groans into your ear while you grind desperately on his “friend’s” face. His face even feels hot against yours; it's a sight to see you in such a vulnerable state.

“Could you imagine if his tongue was big enough for me to see your stomach bulge?” he whispers on your lips. He dips his hand from your stomach lower and lower until reaching your clit. Engorged and aching. He starts using two fingers to rub small circles into the spot with the most perfect amount of pressure.

“How does it feel? C’mon, answer me, beautiful,” he urges while wiping the salty droplets collecting near your lips. He rests a comforting hand on your cheek and you start to sob.

“She’s crying, Stain.”

A loud, angry grunt is spoken in place of, “Fuck, I wish I could see.”

Still holding your face in the most supportive way, he massages into your clit at a more quick, but steady pace. He locks his gaze with yours while a tension builds in your core. “You’re gonna cum on his tongue while I play with your little clit. Can you do that for us, Hero?

And in that second, your body builds up for the most intense orgasm before letting it out in a rush. Your legs wobble and you struggle to keep your balance. You cant help but clench onto Spinner’s chest and shoulder.

“There she goes. Fuck, look at you! Good girl, just like that. Keep cumming,” he encourages.  “Can you feel her clench on your tongue?”

Stain nods before retracting his tongue back into his mouth and wiping his lips with his wrist. “Fuck that was hot, I gotta go get something.” He stands and rubs his bulge while exiting the bedroom.

Your boyfriend picks you up from the end of the bed to set you on the sheets with a pillow placed carefully under your head. You can tell part of him is anxious to get started. “Princess, I’ve always wanted to do this with you. But, I—,” he cuts off when you try to pull yourself up from the bed.

You reach into the pocket of his pants and wrap your fingers around a thick metal object before pulling it out slowly. Holding it up, you press the button on the side and a shiny, silver, 3-inch blade flies out. You jump slightly as it clicks into its upright position.

“I’m afraid that you won’t feel safe,” he breathes out.

“I’m safe when I’m with you, love,” you smile.

“That’s all I need to hear,” he smiles while blushing.

With a kiss to the forehead, Spinner quickly stands from hovering over you when he hears Stain start to enter the doorway. Returning to play, Shuichi’s large, scaled hand comes to your chest and pushes you slowly onto your back. The quick motion knocks the air from your lungs. Your boyfriend stands above you on the side of the bed with the open blade held between 3 fingers.

Stain enters the room with a silver bucket in one arm and three tall drinking glasses in his opposite hand. “If you’re going to use that on her skin, might as well make it even more interesting.” He places the bucket of ice on the nightstand near Spinner and then walks to the opposite side of the bed. Your boyfriend’s eyes almost glow seeing you become suddenly unsettled by the situation. You anticipate how the ice will change the temperature of the knife to that it stings to have placed onto you. “And, if she’s going to move around like that, then we might as well restrain her,” Stain suggests in a low, smug tone.

“Fine then, go get my scarf from the floor,” Spinner’s eyes never leave your nude body laid out for him as he commands Stain to fetch your bonds.

Stain returns and your wrists are immediately bound together to one bed-post roughly by your lover’s red cotton scarf. “You better be ready.”

Spinner holds his open knife in his right hand. He glances at the bucket of ice to his side before reaching to hold the blade inside of it.

As you squirm imagining how the frost metal will feel against your skin, Stain gropes your breasts with his calloused hands. You can’t push him away now. All you can do is moan for him at the unwanted pleasure he gives.

Spinner pulls the blade from the bucket and holds the cold, wet silver for you to see. “Little Hero, I really hope you like how this feels. Because there’ll be more of it.” You watch as the blade comes down to your lower stomach. He sets the flat end against your skin and watches as your eyes clench in pain and pleasure.

You try not to move as to keep the sharp end of the blade from slicing you, but the cold… It sends a rush to your core you’ve never experienced before. The heat from your skin warms up the metal quickly, yet you’d almost hoped that it would stay to sting you a bit longer.

“Give it to me.” Stain’s hand not pinching your nipple reaches out to Spinner’s knife.

Your boyfriend gives a reassuring look to you before handing it over to the other Villain.

“How about we finally get these off of you?” Stain uses a finger to hook under the front of you soaked thong. “A slut like you, can’t believe they’ve been on so long,” Stain hisses while fixing the blade firmly between his fingers.

You whimper when the sharp tip comes toward your precious area. Spinner watches intently; one wrong move and the guy is dead.

“Please, don’t hurt me,” you whimper before biting your lip as the first cut is made to your underwear.

Stain’s chest rumbles at your request. He already feels high just having his usual sharp appendage attached to him for a short amount of time. Stain moves his wrist in quick motions while holding your soft material between his fingers. Slice after slice down your mons pubis and then once to the side. Your wrecked garment is pulled from your body and pocketed by him.

Spinner glares at him and rolls his eyes. His attention is brought back to you. “Spread and lift up your legs, beautiful,” your thigh is smacked by Spinner’s strong hand. You obediently lift your legs to your chest. The two mean ogle your wet, wrecked pussy spread open just for them. “Stain, the knife?”

Stain reluctantly hands the blade back before unbuttoning the front of his pants and sliding the zipper down quickly. He pulls his half hardened prick through the front of his pants and stroked languidly at the sight of your cunt and bruised tits. “Like what you see? You’re gonna suck on my cock soon, Hero?”

Spinner holds the blade in the ice bucket once more. “Hero, you’re gonna let this guy use your mouth or ass?”

“I can let him use both,” you squeak.

“Both? You’re so naughty you’d let me go from your dirty ass to your hot mouth? Stain laughs.

“No, no, not like that,” you whine with your brows furrowed.

“Hero, you only get one choice. Ass or mouth?” Spinner reiterates.

“My mouth,” you decided with a soft voice.

“Fuck,” Stain groans at your response.

“Good girl.” Spinner uses his finger from a free hand to prod at your stretched hole. The blade icy, and near white it presses flat against your hooded clit while he lets two of his scales fingers into you cunt.

“Ohh,” you whine. Spinner fingers pump and hook into your g-spot while he vibrates cooling metal against your clit.

“Shit, that’s hot,” Stain hisses. His uncut cock grows gradually as he strokes. The head is hot pink with sexual frustration. He leans over your body from the side of the bed and groans close to your ear, “Filthy girl. Dirty and unnecessary Hero, I want to watch you cum again on his fingers real soon.” His breath is hot against your neck. You scream when his tongue licks a stripe against the side of your ear. “‘Cus, I need to cum, too.

You clench on Spinner’s fingers from his words. You watch between your legs as the knife is placed in between his teeth it’s stimulation to your clit is replaced by the heel Spinner’s palm. He rubs your tiny nub aggressively and the pressure is unimaginable.

Stain moves his long tongue to your hardened nipples. The lips of his pink muscle wraps tightly around one and sucked in between his lips.

“Ah, ah, fuck, please make me-,” you whimper.

Spinner thumbs your folds to the side to make room to press in another two of his thick fingers. You know exactly what he’s doing; he’s prepping you for himself to take you all the way just as he has tens of times before.

The grinding of his ridged fingers against your g-spot brings you to the edge quickly. You squirm and rock against the mattress trying to escape from their grasp. To just have one moment without the imminent need to pee.

“Fucking little Hero, I feel you clenching. You’re close, just cum so we can continue and get you out of here,” Spinner growls with his voice muffles from holding the knife in his mouth.

“Spinner, please slow dow- I’m gonna,” your eyes roll back into you’re head and your body releases itself involuntarily.

Stain watches from the sidelines as your cunt twitches irregularly. Spinner smirks knowing you’re about to drench his fingers. Your cunt convulses and streams of clear liquid let themselves shoot out against your boyfriend’s chest and chin. You’re verbally encouraged by both men as you squirt relentlessly.

Spinner slows his hands and lets you breathe through the end of your second orgasm. Your wrists feel tired from writhing around against the red bonds.

“Little Hero, look what you did,” Stain pulls the knife from Spinner’s teeth and holds it to your flushed face to see. “Your pussy got his knife all dirty. Clean it up.” The knife is lowered to your lips. Without hesitation, for fear of his punishment, your let your tongue lick a stripe up the length of the blade all while locking with his dark eyes. The bittersweet taste of your juices grazes over your palate. “Let’s get you on your knees,” he grunts.

Spinner and Stain remove their tank tops, pants, and boxers and throw them to the corner of the room. You take a moment while being untied from the bed-post by your boyfriend to ingrain the physique of his favorite Villain into your brain. Stain is a bit more slender than Spinner, but his arms are just as rippled. His cock, as you watched him jerk before, is hung and uncut. You can’t help but stare a the way it’s fully erect, but its size weighs it down.

With your wrists now untied, you scramble to get on your hands and knees as instructed by the Hero Killer. Finally, both of the men climb into bed with you. Stain stands on his knees in front of your face; your forehead beads with sweat.

“Open up your mouth.”

You'd never thought you’d feel your mouth water for another man’s cock, let alone Stain’s. You mouth your hips back and forth against your boyfriends erect pricks on your ass. You let your jaw slack open before licking the dropping bead of precum from Stain’s cockslit.

He tastes a world different from your lover, but your impatient to be filled by someone right now. Stain lets groans sound out from his throat, but not from pleasure. They’re more predatory; you can tell he’s pissed he won’t get to experience either of your privates. He grasps the back of your head with one hand while pulling back the foreskin of his cock for you to take him all in. You sigh on his dick relieved that he’s clean.

“Ready, Hero?” Spinner growls behind you. You nod with Stain’s dick in your mouth.

“You can take both of these at the same time, can’t you?” Two hard, scaled rods slap your clit repeatedly. You wince and whine from the sensitivity of your cunt from before. The familiarity of Spinner’s cocks excites you more than ever. You can imagine him with one large hand wrapping the circumference of both of them pressed together. They rub against your soppy folds while dipping shallowly into your welcoming hole.

Pulling off of Stain’s dick, drool slides down your chin. “Are you gonna fuck me or what, Villain?”

“Yeah, get fucking started,” Stain reaches with both hands to the back of your neck to impale himself back into your gaping mouth. The tip of his dick presses into the back of your throat as holds your nose to his groin.

Shuichi holds you in place by the hips and his nails dig into your flesh giving you a reason to stay still. You feel him start thrusting his hips into your ass; his ridged cocks slowly stretching you with each move. A harsh slap is brought down on your ass; you feel the swell of your lover’s hand print already forming.

“Mmmph,” you moan on Stain’s dick thrusting in your mouth in tandem with the other’s rhythm. Stain pumps his hips quickly while you force yourself to focus on breathing through your nose. He laughs as more tears form in your eyes once you start to gag on his cockhead.

“Take it,” he sneers with a grin. “If you can take what he’s packing, then you can swallow my cock, you dirty slut.” You follow his orders and suck harder on his weeping cock. It thins hard in your mouth against your sore tongue. “Shit, shit, you’re gonna make me cum,” he growls.

You’re surprised when he rips his cock from your mouth to stroke it quickly in front of your face. You hold your mouth open ready to take his load in full. The soft white sheets beneath you are clenched hard by your hands. You close your eyes to shield them from being hit by the ropes of goopey semen shooting from his cock into your mouth. You hold his white seed on your cupped tongue in disgust.

“You better swallow every last drop. Fuck, I’m gonna c-cum in this messy hole of yours, Hero.” Spinner lifts one of your legs from the bed with ease and fucks into you as fast as possible. You clench on his weeping cocks remembering the night before that he’s manhandled your body just to paint your inner walls with his seed.

You swallow Stain’s thick cum while clenching your eyes and holding your breath. “Cum in me, V-Villain, claim me as yours,” you stutter as he impales you. “Your little cumslut,” you whimper as tears fall down your cheeks.

“So, tight,” he growls. “Ah, fuck,” You feel your insides warm after his thrusts become less steady. His throat catches and you hear him rumble with loud groans while his load is spent inside of you. You rock your hips a small amount to ride him through his ecstasy. The moment he pulls out, your legs buckle and make you fall to the sheets in exhaustion.

Fucked out and tired, you lay like a starfish on the sheets soaked with various bodily liquids. Your hips have various bruises forming across them, while your stomach presents crescent shapes and scratches from your boyfriend’s claws.

Glancing to the side, Stain lays next to you with his leg thrown off of the bed. He’s completely knocked out. Feeling completely high, your body is heavy and only wanting to sleep just like him.

“C’mon, love,” Spinner whispers with a smile. He wipes the tears from your cheeks and chin. You give a sleepy, half-smile back as he pulls your arms for you to sit upon the edge of the mattress.

Spinner rushes around the room to collect his clothing and yours on his arm before snatching his knife from the nightstand. Returning to you, with your head in your hands from the headache forming under your temples, he pulls his long tank top over your head for you to wear as a dress out of there.

To cover himself, he pulls on his trousers and boots, and buckles on his riot vest to hide his naked torso as much as possible. Shuichi takes your hand to help you off of the bed and leads you through the living room out to the hotel floor hallway. The bright hallway lights wake you up enough to head to the emergency exit to walk home.

As you make your way down, the cold of the stairwell hardens your nipples. The liquids tuning down your thigh chill your skin as you step out into the night.

Spinner bends over to help you slip on your boots before you begin your trek through town. Looking up at you while zipping them, he teases, “So, what did you think of him, babe?”

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[ao3feed-aizawashouta]

by FullFire

The Symbol of Peace and the Pillar of Justice. The Top Two. Husband and wife.

Call it whatever you like, but you blinked and suddenly you were both revered like deities. There were many names for the two of you, but their most favorite sent chills down your spine. Toshinori would say "just bear it", but you knew it was hard for him, too. Expectations were always towering, and the two of you always outdid yourselves, but you were thrust on a pedestal so high that you couldn't possibly find your way down - so you kept your eyes focused on him. Just like always.

With great power comes great responsibility, and even greater danger. So they gave you a title, but the new generation is hungry, and the villains are merciless. Just how long will you remain known to the world as the Reigning Monarchs?

"A monarchs time rises and falls like the sun, and you both cast a hell of a shadow. A new generation is dawning, so where will you stand? Will you bask in the glory of a new sun, or become swallowed and extinguished within the shadows?"

All Might x Reader

Words: 1640, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Gran Torino (My Hero Academia), Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, League of Villains (My Hero Academia), Sensei | All For One, One For All - Character, Dabi (My Hero Academia), Toogata Mirio, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Akaguro Chizome | Stain, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Relationships: Yagi Toshinori | All Might/Reader, Yagi Toshinori | All Might & Reader

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Fluff, Angst, Comedy, Romance, Drama, Mild Smut, Reader Has a Quirk (My Hero Academia), reader is op, Pregnancy, Marriage, Reader is pregnant, reader is hella op tbh, reader is a top hero, Characters Are Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Pining, Reader is married, All Might is married

[michaelmyersmalewife]

stitches | chapter 4

masterlist | playlist

summary: You’re a nurse for a fairy reputable emergency clinic with a fairly useful quirk. And you also happen to be the hero killer’s closest ally.

words: 3k+

ship: akaguro chizome/stain x reader

warning(s): light gore, smut

A/N: alright uhh so this is gonna be the last chapter for stitches and i gotta say writing for stain’s been fun !! so i hope you guys enjoyed this mini series !!

Given your profession, you were required to be patient.

Patient and precise. But when you were faced with anything that didn't keep you on your feet you found yourself as restless as a busy road. Sitting down for an extended period of time with a book was one of these things but here you were.

Today was one of the rare days you got off of work early (though, "early" was a bit of a stretch), and having nothing to do for the rest of the night you decided to pick up one of the books you had meant to finish months ago. You made yourself as comfortable as possible, wrapped in a thin blanket on your couch with a half-empty cup of tea on the coffee table in front of you. Your tv was left on some channel you hadn't paid any attention to as a form of background noise. The book you picked wasn't a page-turner by any means - it had been recommended to you by a friend actually - but it was just interesting enough that you found yourself flipping through it for the past hour.

You didn't know how much time had passed - you didn't really care enough to be keeping track - but you found yourself nodding off. Eyes becoming heavy and drooping closed for a split second before quickly opening only to repeat that same process a dozen times more. Soon enough you decided to rest your eyes for just a minute, not willing to give into your fatigue just yet.

It wasn't the book in your hands falling to the floor that woke you up too abruptly for your taste.

A slow yet frantic pounding at the window from your room jolted you upright from your seat, immediately causing your grip on the book to slip and go thudding to the floor. You were used to being woken at random by a certain someone knocking on your window, but this felt different. This felt wrong.

You blinked in a rapid succession, eyes stinging from the sudden change in brightness as you clumsily made your way to your room. The pounding from the fire escape hadn't stopped, and neither had your increasing anxiety. It didn't get any better once you heard the sound cease altogether. You squinted once you entered your room, not bothering to turn on the light. It had gotten much darker out than it was the last time you checked, and you could barely see past the curtains outside. Only a dark figure hunched over behind your window was visible, his hand tightly clenched into a fist resting against the glass. From your distance you knew it was Stain, but there was something that struck you as wrong that you couldn't quite place. Shoving aside the curtains, what was wrong couldn't have been clearer.

Where Stain's hand had been were now droplets of drying blood clinging together like small, red beads. You stifled a gasp. This wasn't the first time you had seen him anywhere near this bad, but it always put your nerves in a frenzy. It wasn't easy for a regular person - quirkless or otherwise - to land a hit on Stain, let alone injure him to a certain degree. But now wasn't the time to consider who it was that did this to him. You had a job to do.

Not missing a beat, you lifted the window. Stain struggled to get one hand under to push it up the rest of the way as he usually did, and for the first time in a long time you helped him through. As he put one hand on the window's ledge his arm buckled, almost falling to your floor if it hadn't been for you catching him in time. If there was even a shred of you still tired at this point, you didn't notice. You hooked your arms under his, hesitating for a split second when he let out a strangled hiss. One of his arms reached backward, grabbing one of yours a little too firmly, the other clamping around his side. It wasn't until you pulled him the rest of the way through that you saw the extent of his injuries.

The hand he had covering his stomach was glistening in the dim light of the room with blood. It ran down his waist and onto his legs, and by that time the floor of your room wasn't untouched either. Shrugging him over your shoulder, Stain was practically dead weight, one heavy arm draped around you and head lolling to the side. He was barely conscious, eyes hardly being able to focus on one thing let alone staying open. That whole time he had been muttering something and you wished you could've been able to make out just a shred of it. You had no idea how far he had been from your apartment but you knew that at this point he had lost too much blood for it to matter. You snapped your fingers in front of his face as a desperate attempt to keep him awake.

"Stay with me, tough guy. Can you do that?" There was an urgent underlying tone to your voice. In situations like these you hated sounding like anything other than level-headed, but it was hard seeing someone like this. Especially Stain.

He was so much taller than you. And it didn't really occur to you how heavy the man actually was until you started walking to your bathroom only to stumble over yourself after a handful of steps. He was barely able to walk even with your help, his knees threatening to give out from under him the more you moved. You stopped, allowing him to lean on your small form.

"You're gonna have to help me, okay? You've gotta try to walk with me." you spoke through gritted teeth, muscles straining to keep him upright.

With Stain's weight on your shoulders, you were only able to take a step or two before he began to nod off. You had to think of something. You had to keep him at least a little lucid.

"So who got you this time? Was it some new guy or-"

Stain's head lolled to the side, uncomfortably resting on top of yours. His voice was strained, barely able to wheeze out a single word.

"No," He took in a short, labored breath.

"Mind telling me more?"

Stain didn't respond, only letting out a pained growl. As he exhaled, a labored and wheezing noise, another small gush of blood spilled from his fingers and onto the floor. You'd definitely have to clean that up later.

"Shit," you hissed. This wasn't going to work.

Your bathroom never seemed so far away. Carefully, you lowered him to the floor, sitting him up against the foot of your bed. As you slid your hands out from under his arms you felt his grab at you, a bloodied hand tugging at your shirt. You set your hands on his, gently urging them to let go of you.

"I - Stain, please - I'll only be gone for a second."

Quickly, he let go of you, and without missing a beat you sped off to your bathroom. It was like you were on autopilot, grabbing what you needed without having to think. First aid kit, check. Water, check. Towels, check. Before you forgot, you washed your hands, not even bothering to dry them. When you returned, Stain was still struggling to keep himself conscious. His breathing was ragged, and you could see his hands shaking against the wound that still oozed blood with every breath. You sat by his side, carefully moving his hand away and replacing it with a towel. He inhaled sharply, eyes clamped shut.

"Alright, now I gotta clean it okay?"

He nodded.

Stain shifted as you removed his vest that served as a portable knife collection and set it down next to you. You leaned forward, lifting his shirt up and finally see the source of all the blood. You could see the injury he had gotten much clearer, a thin, deep gash across his stomach that was slightly visible through the tear in his shirt. He wheezed, hands clenched into tight fists that trembled every time he let out a labored breath. You had seen injuries like these more than you'd like to count, and you were well-equipped to deal with something like this at any moment.

You gripped the small cup of water you managed to snag from your bathroom in one hand. This was probably going to hurt him, but you'd seen him handle worse. He'd be fine. You repeated that to yourself as you poured the cool water over his gash, flushing out the fresh blood that dripped down his body and onto his lap. You grabbed a pair of antiseptic wipes, ripping them open in one expert move and hastily wiping away the caked-on blood that still clung to his skin. You had to hand it to Stain, he was taking this pretty well. You fidgeted with your hands for a second, unintentionally cracking your knuckles.

"Try to stay still for me."

There was a slight hesitation, but he nodded.

Stain hissed when your fingers pinched his gash together. It took all your concentration to keep your growing emotions at bay, burying them under a layer of professionalism that you had naturally built up over the years. Like molding clay, you began to work. Painstakingly dragging your fingers across his skin, pushing down harder on the areas where it was deepest. You connected muscle to muscle, tissue to tissue, stitching together the damaged blood vessels to the best of your ability and finally closing the top layer of flesh. Stain's breathing began to steady itself. He laid his head back against your bed frame, eyes closed and arms limp at his side. You were halfway done when he started speaking again.

"This one's all on me," he snickered to himself, a short, raspy sound.

You paused for just a fraction of a second, startled by the sudden break in the drawn out silence.

"They were experienced. I'll give them that."

You gave yourself a second to glance up at him. There was the ghost of a smile on his face as he became lost in thought.

"I underestimated them, misjudged their character and I paid the price."

"How so?" It came out sounding more like a statement than a question but you were too focused on putting him back together. At this rate you didn't think it would take you long to finish.

"I thought they were worthy. And like a fool I spared their life at the cost of my own."

After what felt like hours you finally reached the end of his wound, what was left would likely heal on its own without help. You sat upright, resting your tired hands on your lap.

"Well, you're okay now so stop beating yourself up about it."

You didn't mean to come off as sounding so forceful, but you couldn't help it. You spoke with such conviction that not even Stain responded. He only stared at you, though his expression softened, it seemed like he was deep in thought.

You tenderly placed your hand on his freshly formed scar.

You heard him breathe in sharply, and your hand flew away as quickly as you had put it there.

"Shit, does it still hurt? I have some painkillers in the-"

"I'm fine." Stain put his hand to his forehead, brushing away the shaggy hair that fell in front of his face.

You huffed. You'd think he'd be used to this by now.

Gently, you lifted his shirt, eyes scanning for any more injuries you missed in the rush to get the big one out of the way. You ran your hands along the area close to the scar, fingers brushing across his sensitive skin. You never really payed that much attention to how toned he was but seeing him this close was Stain was exceptionally good at pretending he wasn't hurt, so it wasn't exactly easy for you to take his protests seriously at face value.

It didn't take you long, only a few seconds at most, but by the time you made a move to pull away you caught a glimpse of Stain's expression. That whole time you were inspecting him for any more damages he had his head turned to the side, and the parts of his face that weren't covered up were as red as his headband. You rolled your eyes.

"Dude you don't have to be embarrassed this isn't the first time it's happened."

Stain said nothing, only staring at you out of the corner of his eye. It didn't take you long to notice you were sitting between his legs, your hands still placed on his bare abdomen.

"S-Seriously?" You sat upright, crossing your arms in an attempt to ignore how you could feel your face flush. "Ugh after all these years you'd think you'd be a little more mature." You briskly mumbled to yourself.

"You, um," you pressed your hands against the floor, making a move to stand up. "You know the way out."

Before you could so much as twitch a muscle, you felt one strong arm nudge your back, pressing you forward. Not hesitating, you shifted yourself, letting those calloused hands glued to your side pulling you down so that you were straddling him. You framed his face with your hands, bringing his gaze back to you. You sighed, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

"I was just worried about you, idiot."

He laughed, eyes shutting. You felt one of his hands wrap around the back of your head, lightly guiding you to rest against his chest. Even now he still smelled like blood and rain. His other hand snaked its way to the small of your back, playing with the edge of your leggings.

"I know."

His hand trailed down further, and you felt your body tense.

"Really? Now?" you asked with a mocking smile.

Stain kissed the top of your head all while stroking one long finger against the fabric of your leggings, right where your opening would be. Your breath hitched, a jolt of arousal rippling up your abdomen. You looked up at him.

"Are you sure you're feeling up to tha - h-haa,"

You could feel your vision getting hazy the more he rubbed against your entrance, the friction building an ache in your abdomen.

"You're so good to me," you could almost hear him smile. "You also deserve at least a little relief."

"You h-hha-have no shame, d-do you?" your voice was shaky, and you could feel your chest rising and falling at a growing pace with every second Stain spent between your legs.

You tucked your head into the space between his neck and his shoulder, trying desperately to keep your breathing under control. Stain leaned his head against yours, and you could feel your face grow hotter. Even through the barrier your leggings made between you, you could feel yourself growing damp. But as soon as it started the feeling stopped, only for you to feel that same hand tugging down your leggings. You moved your arms, pushing yourself away from him so that you could pull them down as far as they could go and kicking the rest off your legs. Stain laughed, pressing a deep kiss to your forehead.

He wasted no time returning to his previous position, continuing to rub circles against your clit. You let a weak moan escape you as you rolled your hips down on his hand, desperately trying to push him deeper. Stain stroked the back of your head, fingers entwining themselves in your hair as he pushed one finger past your underwear and into your folds. You exhaled, one of your hands flying to grip his shoulder like an anchor while the other was pressed down onto your thigh.

Stain plunged another finger into you, eliciting a louder, breathy moan that rumbled against his skin. You heard his normally controlled breathing waver, a low husky growl reverberating through you as he continued slipping in and out of your core.

You turned your head to the side, lips brushing against his neck as you pressed light kisses in time with his pumping. With one particularly rough curl of his fingers, you bit back a cry, instead gently scraping your teeth against his flesh. Stain bent his head back, letting out a choked hiss. He always had been sensitive there.

After that he was relentless, rhythmically thrusting his fingers between your clit and your folds, curling and stretching inside you until you could feel a pressure building at the base of your stomach. You looked up, catching Stain in a kiss. Admittedly, he wasn't the best. It was messy and ravenous and always ended in his tongue engulfing yours. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it.

Pulling away to give yourself a moment to breathe, you could feel the muscles in your legs threatening to give out the more your now swollen clit throbbed. Stain's pace slowed as you rocked against his hand, drawing out your orgasm as long as he could.

"Stain I-I-"

His lips returned to yours, teeth grazing  your bottom lip as you moaned into his mouth, letting your climax wash over you like a wave. You could feel yourself dripping onto his hand, gasping when Stain slowly slipped his fingers out of you.

"S-Sorry." you breathed out as you rested your head against his chest.

Stain smirked, holding up the two fingers coated in your release and bringing them to his mouth. You feigned a disgusted expression at the sight of his tongue curling around his fingers. You jokingly shoved his head to the side.

"Pfft, gross." you giggled.

"Who's mature now?"

"Ha ha. Didn't know Hero Killer Stain had jokes." you said as you made a move to stand up, only to fail and stumble against your bed frame.

You clung to its arms, trying to gain your balance. Stain didn't move, instead watching you pull yourself onto your bed, flopping over face-first on the mattress. After a second you turned your head to the side, grabbing the phone you left on your nightstand. It was 1am. You groaned, planting your face back on the mattress. Stain peeked his head out from the other side of the bed.

"What is it?"

"I got an early shift today." you mumbled.

You heard him chuckle, though it always came out sounding more like a raspy exhale.

"I'll see myself out." he said while shrugging on his vest, knives clanking against each other.

You looked up, watching him unlatch your window and push it upward, curtains wavering against the crisp night air. He leaned forward, stepping one foot out onto the fire escape. Before he could fully exit your room, you called out to him.

"Hey, Chizome," the fatigue in your voice was palpable.

Stain paused.

"I, uh," your voice was just above a whisper, only audible in the silence of your room. "Love you."

God, you were probably blushing like a high schooler.

His expression was unreadable, not surprisingly managing to keep his reaction hidden. Even so, not even Stain could hide the lump in his throat.

"I know."

You could feel your eyes getting heavy, and just before you drifted off into sleep the last thing you heard was the sound of your window closing shut.

[macthevirgo]

He’s actually the hottest babe

Stain NSFW Headcanons

Warnings: Like...everything under the sun.

A/N: Time for 2 AM horny thoughts.

Side Note: The gif 👀😩

(Headcanons below the cut)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sorry, but Stain's aftercare game is sorely lacking. He's more likely to kiss you before slipping out of bed and back into the dark night. You’d have to bring it up to him if you really want it. Stain would be a bit awkward with aftercare at first, but he'll get better with practice.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on himself is his hands. Sure, he uses them to dispose of “fake” heroes, but he also sees it as a way of protecting you and innocents. His favorite body parts on you are your breasts and eyes. He loves to grab and knead your breasts when he has you writhing beneath him or riding on top of him. Stain adores eye contact while he’s fucking you senseless, because it gives him a sense of belonging and confidence.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Stain loves to cum on your breasts. He’ll jerk himself off sometimes, his thighs slotted against your upper arms, his long tongue lolling out of his parted lips as he paints his thick cum across your clavicle and tits. His favorite place to cum, though, is inside of you. He feels like he’s claiming you as his and his alone. There’s a lot of it, too, and he loves to shove it back inside when it leaks out of your fucked out, puckering hole.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Stain stole your dirty underwear when you two were first starting to get to know each other. For several weeks, he jerked himself off in his dingy apartment as he constantly inhaled the scent of your musk and lapped at your panties. Stain’s never cummed so hard in his entire life.

(He still has the underwear at his apartment). 👀🤭

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I think he’d have little experience with how devoted he is to his mission. He might’ve had a few one-night stands, but that’s about it. It surprised Stain when he kept wanting to see you again and again, each time increasing with intensity and desire. He watched a little bit of porn when he was a teenager, too, so he’d know some basic things (and some not so basic things).

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, or any position where you’re below him and he can still see your face twist in pleasure. Mating press would be a close second. There’s just something intoxicating about spreading your legs wide and folding you in half while he stuffs you with his cum over and over again. Cowgirl would have to be his third, since he gets to see your tits bounce and jiggle in front of his face as you slide up and down his thick cock.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Definitely serious. Stain might tease you a little, but sex is something he wants to savor for the majority of it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He has a wild bush growing down there. Stain never saw it as necessary to groom himself, so it’s an untamed cluster of thick, black curls. (He might trim it up a bit if you ask him, though).

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Not very romantic (sorry). He’s more feral than anything, growling and snarling and manhandling you as he pumps his cock into you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Stain masturbated before he met you, though the frequency was pretty scarce. Now that he has you, though, his urge to jerk off is almost non-existent.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I think Stain has a hidden praise kink, like if you were to say “You’re such a good boy”, he’d freeze while pounding you and just go 😳😶. Praising him will always give him a boost, since most of what he’s known in his life is rejection or neglect from other people.

Stain definitely has a bondage kink, too, and would be persistent with using his Quirk on you (only with your permission, though).

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

100% the bedroom. When he fucks you on the bed, he gets to watch as you unravel beneath him while he can view his cock plugging into your sweet pussy. He's fantasized about taking you from behind in a dark alley, though he's too well aware of the legal repercussions if both of you get caught.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you in tight-fitting clothing or randomly sitting in his lap. Also, small compliments or simple, lingering touches (poor thing is so touched starved 🥺).

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Shit/piss play is a big turn off for him. Pegging is also something he’s weary of and will refuse if you ask him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Holy fuck, does this man love giving you oral. The sweet taste of your juices is intoxicating to him, let alone the feeling of your walls writhing around his wet muscle. He’s got a big tongue, too, so you know he could easily fill you up and rub your clit at the same time.

As for receiving, he enjoys it just as much as giving. Stain’s a little bit on the longer side so it would take some getting used to. The moment your lips are wrapped around the head of his cock, Stain swears he’s going to cum right there and then.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Stain is usually pretty rough with you (it's so easy for him to get pussy drunk😩). However, if he's feeling more relaxed, he'll more likely than not take his time with you, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are a norm with Stain, especially if he feels the need to release some pent up tension.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Two words: knife play. He won’t do it if you’re uncomfortable, but given how many blades he’s packing, he's bound to bring it up eventually.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This man’s stamina is through the fucking roof. Good luck trying to keep up with him, because even with his refractory period(s), he can go for a good four to five rounds, each lasting five to twenty minutes.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Stain doesn’t prefer to use toys. He wants to be the only one to make you cum. He actually gets pretty jealous if you choose to use a dildo/vibrator on yourself. 🤭

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Some teasing, and he's always smug when he does it.

“Hm? You’re already cumming? It hasn’t even been five minutes yet, doll”.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Stain’s not very loud. Maybe some grunting and growling. Even his teasing is said through low, husky whispers.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Stain has one small frenum piercing just below the head of his cock. He got it when he was drunk one night and just kept it, since it “matched his style”.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Stain has an average girth, but he’s hung like a horse. A good 8.5 inches with a bit of curve. His cock's a bit darker than the rest of his body and the tip turns a bright, cherry red when he's turned on. Uncut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Somewhat higher than average. The man can go without it for long periods of time, though the consequence is making up for lost time (4-5 rounds, anyone?).

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Is fairly quick to fall asleep afterwards. He’s not much of a talker, but he’ll always feel a longing keep you close after a particularly long session.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

NSFW Alphabet Prompt By @the-coldest-goodbye