#they had him show up in a tshirt that said VILLAIN on it and I was like holy shit You Get It

[ocdhuacheng]

If you were around during my Bnha era like 6 years ago you’ll know that I can’t fucking stand villain deku aus. Anyway unrelated to that non-Newtonian is so fucking good

[moonchild701]

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Thighs, Thighs, Thighs

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: Touya is already weak for your thighs.

And then you decide to wear thigh high stockings.

Pairing: Dabi/Chubby! Female Reader

Content Warning: Smut, Face Sitting, Intercrural Sex, Cum Marking, Dabi has Genital Piercings, Plus Sized Reader, Dabi's a simp

Word Count: 2.9k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: For my fellow chubby girlies, ily 🫶🏽

My Masterlist

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Touya has a certain fixation with your thighs.

After long days, he loves to just lay his head in your comfy lap, holding you. When you straddle him, he's free to rub and squeeze them as he pleases, and he will take any and every opportunity to have them wrapped around any part of him.

He loves the jiggle of them when he smacks your ass, and squishing the plushness beneath his palm. Biting and sucking his marks into the soft flesh is one of his favourite things to do.

You in shorts or short skirts are a weakness for him; you in fishnets, lace or thigh highs are fucking lethal.

So when he's on the couch, just minding his own business, lounging in his sweats and tank top, and you come out in a pleated, black miniskirt that barely covers your ass, black, sheer thigh high stockings with lace edges, a matching lace garter belt holding them up by thin straps, and one of his white tshirts, clinging to your body but especially your tits, nipples printing through showing that you had no bra on, who could really blame him for snatching you by your waist and pulling you into his lap?

You balance yourself on his shoulders, getting yourself comfortable, before your hands slide up the side of his neck and back to tangle your fingers in his pale hair as you lean in.

Heated hands slide up and over your legs, the contrasting softness of your skin and the lace of the stockings satisfying. He gropes and fondles at your thighs, your ass and tits through your clothes, before inevitably back to your thighs, all as he kisses you slow and hot.

Trailing mismatched lips down your jaw and up to your ear, he mumbles, voice husky, "Fuck, look at you. Get all dolled-up for me, baby?". Scarred hands grope at you, one hand inching up under the skirt, the other sliding up under the tshirt.

"Hmm, maybe.", you hum, basking in his attention, moaning softly as he leaves kisses, licks and nips along your throat and collarbone, sucking pretty bruises into the skin as he goes, while pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. You love the way he gets when you dress like this.

His hand under your skirt pauses as all they meet is more skin. And he realizes that you aren't wearing any underwear at all. You feel his clothed cock twitch against your bare cunt, and you bite your lip to supress a smug smile.

"Shit." He breathes out a short, hot laugh against your neck before pulling back, "Fuck, okay. Sit on my face, baby. Please, I need to taste you."

You especially love that you could make this man, this big, bad villain, be basically at your beck and call, little more than a begging mess for you, with just the sight of your thighs and the promise of your pussy.

And seeing those wide, pretty blue eyes, looking at you with such reverance, how could you say no?

So you smile, sitting up on your knees for him to adjust. He shifts to lay on the couch properly, and his hand rests on your back, urging you to move upwards, until you're directly above him. You hold yourself steady with a hand beside you on the back of the couch, your legs framing his head, cunt hovering right over his mouth, as you hold the end of your skirt up to your stomach, biting your lip.

It's not exactly the first time you've sat on his face, and you love it of course, but it always makes you a bit nervous at first because, what if you break him? The first time he wanted you to, you asked him this and he just said, "What a way to go.", before pulling you in. So though the small nerves are there, it's drowned out by your arousal.

He grasps your thighs from behind as his eyes immediately snap to your pussy, glistening with your arousal. You see the way his pupils dilate, now just a ring of turquoise around a pool of black.

Your lips curl in a sly smile when his gaze locks on yours, eyes hungry, as he turns his head to mouth at your inner thigh after unhooking the straps and peeling down the tops of your stockings, blunt nails scraping along the skin.

You pant softly at his ministrations to the sensitive skin, smile still on your face as he laves and sucks marks into your flesh. A gasping moan is drawn out of you as he bites down on the meat of it, pussy weeping.

He pulls away, leaving the stinging mark to switch to the other thigh, his fingers digging possesively into your side, definitely leaving pretty bruises.

You're so wet you're leaking, your slick trailing down your thighs and Touya licks it right up, the flat of his hot tongue feeling branding as it slides over you, the metal of his piercing adding to that sentiment.

He groans, almost whimpering, at your taste as he shifts beneath you and you let out a breathy giggle.

At the urging tug at your hips, you finally lower yourself.

And Touya is in bliss as you sink your weight onto his face, thighs pressing to his cheeks. You feel the contrast of his healthy, soft skin and rough scars; his staples warm and digging into your skin is always surprisingly pleasant. He wraps his arms loosely over your legs, moving his hands down to rest on your thighs, moaning at your taste and the feeling of being completely surounded by you.

His flattened tongue licks a fat stripe up and through your folds, lips enveloping your throbbing clit, licking and sucking; you gasp as you release the couch to cup your breast through your shirt. Lapping at the sensitive nub, his scalding tongue swirls around it, his piercing enhancing every drag, before dipping into your wanting heat; and you moan lowly as you gently roll your hips, whining at the blunt scrape of his nails down your thighs.

Having his oxygen cut off, smothered in your sweet heat, has him completely hard and already leaking in his pants, but it's easy to ignore with your cunt and thighs suffocating him in the best of ways.

If he dies like this, he'd die a happy man.

Because he loves this. The feeling of you coming undone, thighs shaking and trembling and twitching around him, with his face buried in your hot cunt; clenching your slick walls around his tongue and rutting your clit against his nose.

He moans, slurping and panting against you ardently, the sounds filthy and wet, letting you know exactly how much he loves the taste of you and where he is.

Touya's hold on your thighs tighten as he pulls you down harder; hands heated to the point that they might just brand you.

"Come on, baby," he moans, voice slightly muffled. "Fuck my face, please."

You release your hold on your tits to tangle your fingers in his hair in a tight grip as you rock your hips, grinding over his hot tongue, the metal ball perfectly on your clit, your head thrown back as lewd moans spill from your parted lips. Your thighs squeeze around his face, practically suffocating him, and you see his eyes roll back, a deep groan vibrating through your cunt.

Your breathing and hips speed up as you pant, whining moans spilling out like spun sugar as your eyes roll shut in ecstasy when your orgasm crashes over you; your legs tremble and your breath stutters as you cum, gushing against him, slick running over his cheeks and chin, and down his throat. A gargled moan escapes him as his hips jerk up, rutting against nothing, his cock twitching as it leaks, making a mess in his sweatpants, as you ride his face through your high, dragging your sloppy pussy over his sinful tongue, using him.

Your movements stutter and broken moans fill the air, yet his mouth does not leave your heat; his hands do not move from their grip, holding you down to the sweet tortures of his tongue, licking firmly over your swollen, sensitive clit.

"Hnn, too much, Touya, baby—ahn—it's too much—"

He finally gives you reprieve and you move down to sit on his thighs, your legs still shaky, breathing still laboured, eyes hazy.

And when you finally focus enough to look at him, Touya is gorgeous.

Flushed and already looking fucked out, he peers up at you with pretty, azure eyes, glassy and hazy, and still so deliciously amorous.

You stare at him, at the glistening wetness all over his face and neck, and he holds your gaze, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb, popping it into his mouth.

Your face goes all soft and needy, pretty eyes wide and wanting; lips parted before your tongue peeks out to wet them as you swallow thickly, and you see something flash in his eyes. Something hot and dangerous and mouth-watering.

He abruptly sits up, leaving you no choice but to fall back into the seat of the couch with a small squeak, and he spreads your legs, one hooked on the back of the sofa, as he grinds his hardened bulge against your tender pussy, making you gasp sharply.

He leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You moan softly into his mouth as you taste yourself on him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him in; fingers in his hair, dragging your nails gently over his scalp, making him shiver and press down into the kiss more firmly as he rolls his hips against you, a scarred hand sliding up and under your shirt, fondling your breasts as his other hand grips your leg, fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh.

Pulling away, he sits up, kneeling, keeping your legs spread for him, running his hands across your thighs reverantly; fingers dancing along the hickeys and bitemarks littering the smooth expanse, admiring, biting his lip, before pushing your shirt up your chest, over your breasts.

He pinches and rolls a pebbled nipple between his fingers, making you squirm and whine, as he brushes his other thumb up through your slick folds, rubbing over your clit.

Panting, you watch him, a shiver running through you at the look in his eyes. It's hot and sly and so fucking sexy.

You prop yourself up on your elbows as he moves his hand from your chest and slips his cock out, the ladder of piercings along his shaft glistening with his arousal. He strokes himself idly as his eyes drink you in, before tapping the sticky head on your sensitive clit, the wet little sounds of it lewd and filthy.

Your head lolls to the side as you whimper softly at the small jolts of pleasure going through you at that, as your hands cup and fondle your own tits. Glancing up at you, he rubs the head of his cock into your clit, making a mess of it with his precum; the sight of you playing with yourself making him leak even more.

Pushing foward, he glides the shaft of his cock through your soaked folds, but he doesn't push in, making you whine as your cunt throbs.

He slowly slides back and forth, back and forth, coating his dick in your juices. Spreading you open, he dips just the head into your warm cunt, teasing your hole, before pulling back out.

The cruelty of feeling full yet so empty makes you whine and pout at him as you try to grind down onto him, because he's just toying with you dammit.

He swats at your inner thigh, smirking at the little gasping whimper you let out at the sting, before lolling open his mouth, letting his spit drip down onto your cunt and thighs, coating the marked skin there.

You make a small sound of confusion, mixed with a gasping moan, which is ignored as he grips your legs, pulling them closed and up, folding you nearly in half; your thighs pressed together, both feet over his left shoulder.

Trembling in desire, your eyes widen in realization when you feel his wet cock slide through the flesh of your thighs, hot and heavy.

Pressing a kiss just above your ankle, he sighs out, "Keep your thighs nice and tight for me, baby."

You obey, gripping your thighs around his erection. You feel him twitch against your skin, veins throbbing.

Touya grips your legs tightly as he slowly rocks forward, gliding into the tight pocket between your thighs.

"Oh fuck.", you moan as you look down, seeing the glistening head of his cock poke through them before disappearing again as he thrusts, slowly fucking your thighs.

His precum mixes with your slick in a sticky mess as each thrust has the underside of his cock gliding over your cunt, his ladder of piercings there rubbing deliciously over your clit and you shake in sensitivity and pleasure.

Fuck, he's not going to last long like this. You're too fucking pretty like this, your thighs too welcoming, your little sounds too sweet.

Ankles crossed, you wiggle your hips up and down the seat as your thighs flex, clenching rhythmically around him. "Good girl.", he groans, speeding up.

"Fuck.", you whimper at the sweet friction to your clit as your head buzzes at his desperation, feeling drunk on it. Your cunt continuously leaks, aiding the smooth slide of his thrusts.

You feel sensitive to every touch, every drag of his cock, as your second orgasm builds quickly.

Heated hands greedily squeeze and grope at your thighs and over the soft lace before he reaches up to play with your chest, squeezing and fondling, as he leans on the back of your legs, pressing your knees closer to you, folding you even more as he thrusts against you.

You squirm and writhe beneath him, your moans growing higher and louder as your pussy is so very thoroughly teased, and Touya can see that you're on that precipice yet again.

You cum with a cry as trembles wrack through your body; your thighs twitching around his length.

He thrusts a few more times, dragging out your peak before prying your legs apart and shifting a hand to his cock as he strokes himself to his completion with a deep groan.

Thick ropes of hot cum paint your thighs and pussy, a few drops staining your skirt. He presses his tip against your tender clit, smearing and rubbing his spend into you. You give a sweet, broken moan at that; at how filthy and perfect it feels to be marked up like that, claimed like that, as you watch the cum drip down your thighs obscenely.

Your breath hitches as he dips his hand between your legs, thumb swiping up his own release. He brings it up, smearing his cum on your parted lips, eyes locked on yours.

"Suck." His voice is thick and dark, gaze hot as he presses against your lips until you obey, taking it in; licking and sucking on his thumb, lapping at the cum soaked digit, making sure to get every last drop, as you moan softly at his taste.

He hums, pleased, as he pushes into your mouth, moving his thumb back and forth, fucking into it, playing with your mouth; rubbing it into the inside of your cheeks and along your gums as he watches you with lidded eyes and a wolfish grin.

And you wish it was more than just a thumb that's weighing on your tongue as you look up at Touya from under your lashes.

He pulls it out with a wet pop before pulling away fully.

You hold his gaze as you lick the remaining cum off your lips.

Wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb, you smile smugly as you watch him.

"On your knees for me, Dolly. Gotta clean me up, yeah?" Touya's expression is hungry as he looks at you, focused; like a predator stalking its prey and a shiver runs through you.

Because you do so love being his prey.

You happily get on your knees before him, thighs spread, looking up at him with such a self satisfied smile, he thinks you would purr if you could.

You lick him clean, teasing and sweet, until he's hard again, throbbing in your mouth. And then he bends you over the arm of the couch, fucking you stupid as you bounce back on his cock while he gropes and slaps at your ass and thighs, skin tender and stinging deliciously; before he fills you up till you're dripping with him.

And as you lay on the couch, spent and fucked out, covered in his marks and cum, watching his bare back walk out to the bathroom to get things to clean you up, you think to yourself.

What else can you do to make him crazy for you?

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[not-my-final-account]

Bad spelling + grammar because I wrote this down fast but let present:

Batman/Bruce Wayne as a collage student. Found a loophole in the rules and got a pet bat called Battison Mc Pattison, always wore sunglasses because of how big his eye bags were. Wore a dark (slightly crappy) Tshirt with DO NOT TALK TO ME scribbled on in sharply and with bad hand writing that he kept for the entire time he was there. The on-campus coffee shop requested to know when he was gradtuating so they didn’t over stock and his order was part of the employee initiation process. No one knew his name not even the teachers. He took every class (like every available class even if they over lapped he just watched the lectures) every year and got the highest or second highest grade in every subject. He was a room mate with either a rando who decided to live with their mom/in a friends dorm instead of with him (or Wings if you know my personal head cannons) and he passed out for a week every time on teh first day of teh holidays. One time the coffeee shop got recked in a storm and rumours spread around the entire school that he showed up with a brief case of cash and demands to fix it and a not-rumour-definitely-happened was that he treated the week it was gone like the purge.

He didn’t hesitate to punch bullies in the face and had a social life of minus one. One day -insert Batman villain who worked at a school- looks at him and suddenly realisation dawns on their face and they yell ‘THAT’S WHERE I KNOW YOU FROM!’ and

Gordon: what?

Villain: YOU ARE THAT KID! THAT ONE WHO TOOK EVER SUBJECT AND SHOWED UP TO CLASS WITH HIS PET BAT CALLED BATTISON MC PATTISON AND THE T-SHIRT THAT SAID DON’T TALK TO ME!

Batman: … that fits, wh- PROFESSOR ___?!

[rotiaftermath]

TD spoilers

Ok so I finally got around to watching the last few eps and god why was there so much praleb??? Like god. It was a slog to get through their scenes and they took up *so much* screen time!! Like they just kept dragging it on and on and on and it just was not necessary!!

Anywho I kinda wish. Julia had gone out instead of mk like I think the idol stealing stuff works better with mk y’know. The known thief and it would’ve been neat to see her scheme on her own but oh the mkulia hug!!! So so good!!!! Julia screwing her over and mk respecting/kinda liking that was good too

I do wish Raj was gone earlier since they wanted to separate the duo… give Wayne more time to develop on his own y’know??

And Damien… Damien should’ve been there for the tank of terror stuff!! He really really should’ve been there like c’mon. I don’t think I have to explain why I think that… would’ve loved it if he could’ve used the idol too instead of it being stolen… also on that note I wish we would’ve like. Seen the idol being stolen or something I dunno I just would’ve liked that

Priya… this season did priya so so dirty oh my god!! She was so good last season but like. They didn’t do anything with her backstory this season what the fuck. What the fuck. And her character. Sighs very very deeply I’m so sorry priya you don’t deserve how this season treated you. I wish you were eliminated earlier if only so that this shit didn’t happen

These last few challenges were pretty hit or miss like I enjoyed the doggies :) booger my beloved :) also Edward scissor teeth or whatever the white ones name was and hook one was actually pretty fun BUT LIKE WHY DID THEY GIVE MCARTHUR A REDESIGN BUT NOT OWEN??????????????? I DONT UNDERSTAND????????????? Gerry and Pete cameo was fun though

And the finale. Julia wanting to make a podcast for her and mk. Especially after she told mk she wasn’t gonna split the money with her Julia that’s kinda super gay… and mk being her only supporter… mkulia so real. BUT GOD THE MULLET kinda glad they didn’t make her bald kinda mad they had another villain lose their hair even if it wasn’t all of it for once

WAYNE WON!!! Out of the three finalists I think I would’ve preferred Julia winning but I’m pretty content with Wayne… but I’m gonna be honest Wayne winning feels kinda like Owen winning in the original tdi. Not super satisfying but not *bad*. At least it wasn’t Caleb. I do think it was funny how no one expected Wayne to make the finale and he was kinda funny at least

Caleb. The reboots Generic Love Interest™️. So glad he didn’t win. So so so glad. Praleb was. Yeah I can’t make a complaint that I haven’t heard or said before but rest assured I was just as frustrated as pretty much everyone else!! It could’ve been interesting and the winner of a season getting together with the first boot of that season is a neat concept but the execution. So bad. Caleb… I don’t say this about many characters but I could fix him. But this is Caleb the bar is so low I think it he could be fixed by accident… kinda glad we didn’t have another self absorbed pretty boy though

Anywho chref canon??? Like can I say that??? Like it’s not me misreading the ride in the balloon covered in hearts right

Also scary girl was a highlight of the finale I wish she had shot more people with the tshirt cannon she deserves it. Did not realize I missed her until she showed up

Anywho overall I don’t think this season is quite *as* bad as some people are saying but it’s definitely a downgrade from s1 of the reboot

[flightlessangelwings]

Magnetic Emotions ~ Chapter 2/3

Marcus Moreno x gn!reader (nicknamed Lunacy, no pronouns, no y/n)

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: enemies to lovers, villain!reader, injury/blood, pining, tropes galore! 

Notes: Though this fic is not explicit, my blog is 18+ only so please do not read or interact if you are a minor. No action this chapter, but tons of pining and feelings instead! And all the questions et up in chapter 1 will be answered! This is my favorite of the three chapters tho so I hope y’all enjoy!! Chapter 1 is on my masterlist and this fic is also tagged

If you’d like to be added to my taglist, my google form is on my masterlist, or you can also follow my update blog and turn on post notifications @flightlessangelwings-updates​.

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With a groan, you slowly opened your eyes and braced for the holding cell that you anticipated. However, instead of a bland white room, you found yourself in a warm living room on a comfortable couch. You furrowed your brows in confusion as you tried to push yourself up to sit, but a searing pain quickly had you flat on your back.

“Awake already?” a soothing familiar voice called your attention.

You let out a gasp of shock when you saw Marcus at the other end of the room, dressed down in just a tshirt and jeans and a pair of glasses on his face, “Where am I?”

His stern expression faltered for a moment, “You showed up at my house last night and passed out,” he let out a deep breath and sat down on a chair a few feet away from you.

“I remember that,” your voice was strained from the pain but you pushed through it, “But I thought you’d take me to your headquarters and lock me up, not keep me here,” you met his gaze and asked the burning question, “Why?”

His eyes went wide; truthfully, the thought didn’t even cross Marcus’ mind, but he wasn’t going to admit that to you. Instead, his excuse was, “You were hurt.”

You stifled a short laugh, “Ever the observant, Moreno,” silence filled the room as he stared at you while you inspected the bandages on your body. You still felt weak, but the bleeding stopped and the wounds were clean and wrapped with such care.

Marcus was about to say something, but a smaller voice sounded from behind him, “Dad?”

He quickly got to his feet and shielded Missy behind him, “Stay away, Missy,” he gave her a warning to not touch you for fear of you using your powers on her.

“Relax,” you rolled your eyes without malice, “I’m not gonna hurt your kid,” your expression dropped, “I couldn’t even if I wanted to… I’m too weak to use my powers,” you recovered your face and hid the pain you briefly showed, “My powers that you don’t know what they are by the way.”

Marcus opened and closed his mouth a few times before a ring at the doorbell interrupted his thoughts. All three of you tensed in surprise before Marcus ran his hand over his face, “Oh man, I forgot.”

Missy’s face lit up as she suddenly remembered who it could be at the door, “Training day.”

“Don’t move, And stay quiet,” Marcus told you sternly as he and Missy rushed around to get her ready to go.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be right here,” you called back to them from your spot on the couch. You listened as the voices faintly spoke from the doorway, but you couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. Maybe it was a ploy to get you to lower your guard and finally arrest you. It wasn’t like you could fight back at the moment anyway.

You let out a sigh; you deserved to be arrested anyway, so you wouldn’t blame Marcus for turning you in. Like you said to him, you expected him to take you in while you were passed out. It would have been better than where you came from anyway. But his unexpected kindness caught you off guard, and you had no idea what to make of the feeling in your chest.

“Ok, Missy is out for training for the day, so it’s just us,” Marcus spoke with his leader authority as he reentered the room.

His sudden presence made you jump, and your sudden movement made him jump in response. The two of you stayed locked in a tense moment for several moments before you conceded, “You scared me,” you spoke softly.

Marcus gave you a flash of an apologetic look, “Sorry,” but it didn’t last long and he immediately stiffened again, “Now that it’s just you and me,” he pulled up a chair as he sat just out of your arm’s reach, “You’re going to tell me everything you know, starting with how you know where I live.”

You groaned as you were finally able to push yourself up to sit, “I found that out a while ago,” you admitted. When you felt his burning gaze on you, you added, “No one else knows, I swear.”

“How can I believe that?”

“You’re just going to have to trust me I guess,” you offered, “No one has been by your house before, right?” 

Your logic was sound, “Were you followed?” Marcus asked next. When you shook your head no, he decided to let it go for now. But there was another question he had on his mind since your last fight, and he couldn't help but ask, “What actually is your power?”

You gave him a look that he couldn’t decipher before you answered him, “I can’t create emotions, I just enhance them,” you explained, “When someone is attacking me, they’re usually full of anger, so I use that and turn it around on them and send them into a blind rage until it wears off. But, I don’t create anything that isn’t already there.”

It made sense, Miracle Guy always led with his emotions more than the others, which is most likely why you always went after him first. Marcus wasn’t sure why, but he wanted to believe you. There was something in your face that told him there was more to your story, but he kept his guard up nonetheless. 

You easily read the conflict on his face and you smirked as you extended your hand, “Care to test it out? I can try and pull my strength just for you.”

Marcus watched your hand for a moment before he let out a heavy sigh, “Get some rest,” he spoke almost in defeat as he stood.

You watched him walk away with a dumbfounded expression; this was not the scenario you expected at all. Though you kept it to yourself, you were fully prepared to be turned in and wake up in a cell. It wouldn’t be the first time you ended up in Heroic custody, but this time you were ready to betray everything you knew. You wondered if Marcus would even believe you if you told him that. Vaguely, you wondered what would have happened if Marcus had taken your hand.

As your mind raced, sleep soon took you over again and you passed out under the weight of your pain. While you slept, you swore you heard Marcus’ voice and felt a comforting pair of large hands on you. But you never regained enough consciousness to be sure you didn’t dream of the soft voice in your ear.

When you woke again, the sun was long gone and you groaned as you realized you slept the entire day. You had been hurt before, but nothing this bad. Faintly, you heard voices from the other end of the house, and you guessed that Marcus was getting Missy ready for bed. A pang shot through your chest as you thought about how different their relationship was compared to your own family. 

“Are you awake?” Marcus’ voice rocked you from your thoughts.

With a gasp, your eyes focused on him as he leaned against the doorframe to the living room, “What does it look like?” you snarked back.

He huffed, but without malice as he shifted his weight to one leg, “Getting your strength back I see.”

You watched as he crossed the room and it wasn’t until he was closer to you that you noticed he brought you something to eat. You stayed still as you studied his every move, and you found that you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his face. When Marcus felt your gaze on him, he turned and looked at you with a bewildered expression.

That was when your face softened and before your brain caught up to your mouth you whispered, “You look handsome with glasses.”

Marcus’ mouth dropped open in surprise, and he stuttered as he tried to find his words. Heat rushed to his face and he never felt more vulnerable than he did in that moment. Yet, at the same time, he didn’t mind it since it was you. Marcus couldn’t deny that you were an attractive person, but he never let that on to you.

“You look nice when you’re not trying to kill me,” he finally responded in a hushed tone.

The two of you locked eyes as neither of you knew what to do next. You were enemies, on opposite sides of a war that you were both front line soldiers on. And yet, there didn’t seem to be any genuine hate between you and Marcus Moreno. As you both stared into each other’s eyes, the tension slowly melted away and both of you cracked small smiles. It was the most relaxed you felt around each other, and yet it felt natural in a way that neither of you could explain.

Marcus broke the now comfortable silence in the room as he stood, “Eat, you still need to recover.”

Just as he was about to leave you called out his first name instead of his last, “Hey Marcus,” you waited until he stilled before you continued in a soft voice, “Thank you.”

He turned slightly so that you only saw the side of his face before he nodded and left you alone with your thoughts. It wasn’t until he left your sight that you let out a deep breath, and unbeknownst to you, Marcus mirrored your action. 

“What am I doing?” Marcus whispered to himself.

A little over a week went by, and every day you gained more strength. Marcus still kept his guard up around you, especially when it came to Missy, but the walls he set up seemed to slowly chip away. It was as if deep down, he wanted to trust you, but he wasn’t sure how. Maybe, you figured, if you cooked him something while he and Missy were out for the day, it would help to change his mind.

It felt odd for you to be in his kitchen like this. Not only were you in his house, but you had never felt this type of domestic peace before. Sure, you had your own place, but it was constantly bombarded with fellow villains, and Chaos made himself a regular in your little space. It never felt warm and cozy like the Moreno home did, and you found that it was something you actually craved in your life.

“What are you doing?” a small voice broke you out of your thoughts.

You gasped as you spun around and found Missy back from school in the kitchen doorway, “I’m…” you suddenly felt silly. Here you were, the person who fought her father several times, in her kitchen like you were a friend attempting to make pancakes.

“The flour is over there,” she strolled into the kitchen without a hint of fear or worry as she crouched down and set a large bag of flour on the counter, “Dad isn’t the best at making pancakes, so this is practically new.”

You watched in bewilderment as Missy gathered the rest of the ingredients for you. She stood closer to you than Marcus did, and you wondered why she was so carefree. “You’re… You’re not afraid of me?”

Missy looked at you with a sure and determined expression, “Nope.”

“Why?” 

She shrugged, “Intuition I guess,” she opened the bag of flour for you, “You don’t seem like a typical villain. And you haven’t tried to kill us yet.”

“Yet,” you scoffed quietly.

Either Missy didn’t hear you, or she ignored your comment. Mindful of Marcus’ warning, you kept your distance from his daughter and she helped you mix everything. She chatted with you as if you were a regular in her home. You wondered if this what your life could have been like if you weren’t born into the family that you were. The topic shifted to Marcus, and Missy talked about everything he did for her and how close they were. You swallowed hard as you felt your pulse quicken at the mention of him.

“You’re lucky, Missy,” you told her in a sincere tone, “Your dad is a good man. And I know a thing or two about bad men.”

Missy looked up at you with a genuine smile on her face, and she was about to say something when another voice interrupted.

“Missy!” Marcus’s voice was panicked as he came into the room and found her so close to you, “Stay away,” he quickly crossed the space and pulled her away from you.

“Dad, it’s fine,” she protested from his arms, “Lunacy won’t hurt me.”

He let out a sigh as he faced her, “I can’t take that chance, Missy. You’re already a better hero than I am, but I’m still your dad and it’s still my job to look after you,” he looked at her with big, worried eyes and she let out an exasperated sigh, “Go on,” he added in a hushed tone as he kissed her forehead.

Missy shot you a look over his shoulder before he turned and left the room. Once he came back, Marcus’ expression hardened as he looked at you.

“I’m not going to hurt her, Marcus,” you raised your hands in surrender, “I don’t hurt kids.”

“Let me guess, that’s what got you in this situation,” he scoffed as he moved closer to you. Marcus’ walls were back up after they briefly cracked that night when the two of you shared a moment.

You were quiet as you dropped your hands and leaned against the counter. The pained look in your eyes told Marcus that his guess was right on. It wasn’t a look that someone could easily fake, and his heart jumped when he saw the sincerity and vulnerability in your face.

Oh… 

“Wait…”

“Chaos did this, yeah…” you whispered as you looked down at your hands on the counter, “I told him I was done being his minion after he wanted me to go after the kids,” you looked back up and met his eyes, “I couldn’t do it, Marcus,” you paused before you added, “I never wanted this life to begin with, but that’s what happens when you’re family.”

“Family?” Marcus couldn’t hide the shock in his voice.

“Yeah,” you trembled as you finally told him your secret, “Chaos is my older brother.”

He moved closer to you, “And your own brother did this to you?”

You bit your lip and nodded.

“Lunacy, I’m so sorry,” he sounded so genuine it made tears form in the corners of your eyes.

A gasp escaped your lips as your heart skipped a beat. Marcus’ soft brown eyes seemed to look into your soul, and though you felt vulnerable under his gaze, you also felt safe. And no one in your life had ever shown you such concern before. You weren’t exactly sure how to handle it.

 “Do you trust me?” you asked in a whisper as you held your hand out to him. Your hand trembled with nerves, and you weren’t even sure why you were doing this, but something told you that it would be ok.

Marcus stared at your hand for several moments, unsure of what to do. He wanted to trust you, but he wasn’t sure if that came from his head or his heart. You were nothing like what he expected, and seeing you vulnerable made the feelings that he tried too hard to bury come to the surface. And Marcus knew if he touched you, there was no going back.

After some long moments of contemplation, Marcus reached out his hand to you. Slowly, the two of you moved your hands closer and closer together until they finally connected. Marcus closed his eyes and braced himself, but instead of pain or rage, he felt a rush of euphoria. His heart pounded in his chest as he felt overwhelming affection for you. It was as if he might burst if he didn’t hold you right then and there, and Marcus hadn’t felt such powerful emotions since his wife.

With a gasp, he opened his eyes and his first thought was so badly he wanted to kiss you. And the look on your face told him that your thoughts mirrored his own. Slowly, Marcus leaned in and hovered his lips over yours and whispered sincerely, “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded, but, before you closed the gap, you whispered a name.

“What?”

You said the name again, “It’s my name… My real name.” Suddenly, the letters you carved into his sword made sense: they were your initials.

Marcus repeated your name and his voice sent a shiver down your spine before you finally closed the gap between your faces with a soft, sweet, but emotional kiss. It started slow, but after your lips lingered on his, it quickly turned more heated and desperate. It was as if the two of you needed each other like air. You clung to Marcus as he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly while still careful to avoid your injuries. A soft moan escaped your lips as he led you back into his bedroom.

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Relflections

hello, hello,

welcome to the dark side... this is my second collab with bnharem. Please, please, read through the rest of the collab list HERE. I am so grateful to be working with so many other talented writers and artists on this. Special shout out to @doinmybesthere for beta reading and for @kuso-deku whom I dedicate this piece fror giving me the Mirio brain rot...

TW: NSFW, 18++++ Villains, dub-con moments, sex, violence, YANDERE MIRIO, two crazy people, inter dimensional travel, killing, mentions of blood, dirty talk, some cum play

Around 7000 words

Breaking news: We have yet another report to add to the slew of attacks this month, this comes just days after we broadcast rumours of villains running rampant over the city. This spate of attacks has put the entire metropolitan area at a standstill, road closures and damaged property making it difficult for commuters to get to work in the morning. Road maintenance endeavour to do its best to keep the city running, but it seems futile when these attacks continue to increase. The entire city was brought to a standstill by the mysterious villain who has still not been named, but reports show they are nothing like we have ever experienced before. Where are the heroes now? Who will save us from the terror overwhelming our city? Every day the crime toll continues to rise and we have no one here to protect us. The Hero Public Safety Commission assured us earlier in the week that the crime rate would go down, that the top Heroes are out there protecting our city, but if so, where are they? Is it really safe to go out anymore, who can we trust? Would you put your life in the hands of a Hero today? When they have proved our streets are no longer safe. We still have no information on what is going on, or who is involved but we must remain observant. We will continue to report the latest news as we receive it, but for now, we must implore you to heed the warnings of the city-wide curfew that is soon to be implemented. If anyone has any information on these occurrences in the city please send them to us or contact the police, you can remain anonymous. The safety of our citizens is what is most important, stay vigilant and don’t go out unless it is absolutely necessary. One thing we know for sure: we can no longer rely on Heroes to protect us. The streets of our once-great city are no longer safe, we are no longer safe.

You flip off the television and rise from your seat on the couch. Your roommate and the object of your affection had already left for the night. Mirio would never obey that curfew, not as long as there were people he could be saving. That’s Mirio for you… always being the hero, even if he’d lost his quirk ages ago. But ever since the onslaught of new villains, and heroes turning to the darkside you’re patching him up more than normal… He returns with wounds more serious now, the scars abundant on his once smooth skin. He is becoming a reflection of the ruin and carnage that floods the streets. This is why you had come up with, planned out, and prepared for a way to fix everything. You could never stop him from being a hero, it was who he was… but you can get his quirk back… 

You check your pocket one last time… it’s there, wrapped in that small blue handkerchief. You examine the strange item one last time, careful not to prick yourself with it by mistake. It’s shaped like a sewing pin, only slightly larger. One prick, that’s all it takes, one prick and it will absorb the power from the first thing that it touches. Then one more prick, and the next thing it touches will absorb the gathered power. One chance, that’s all you have. 

You grip the chain around your neck and pull the locket out from inside your shirt. You read the engraving on the back, as you always do, and you smile. 

Come back to me ~ Mirio

It had been a gift, something to help you when you were learning how to use your quirk. The going part had always been easy, it was the returning from your travels that had been difficult. You open the locket, one side is a watch, the other a mirror. You check the time and write it down to the second on your arm in biro. 

7:43. 26 PM

You have 8 hours exactly and you fear you’ll need much more time than that. But your quirk’s limits are not forgiving in the slightest. A second longer and you’ll die. 

You take a deep breath, eyes now focussing on the mirror side of the locket. You’d returned this way ever since Mirio gave you the locket, but never once travelled forward through the mirror before. You meet your own eyes and start to feel the familiar pull, your face turning that strange shade of blue. 

Please let this work. Please, take me to Mirio. 

The gravity in the mirror builds and you can feel the surging power of your quirk. You feel yourself meet your reflection, becoming one with it for a split second before you’re absorbed to the other side of the mirror. 

You land in a darkened alley. The smell of stale beer and piss invading your senses, making your head swim even more than normal. The thickness of the summer air does nothing to help. It doesn't matter how many times you use your quirk, it always leaves you dizzy, disoriented. But that was to be expected when travelling to another dimension. Your quirk was dubbed Mirror Image, it allowed you to travel to different dimensions by looking at your own reflection. 

You check your pockets again… it’s still there. The “quirk extractor”, that’s not really what it was called but you’d forgotten the actual name of it. It had taken trying quite a few different dimensions to find something like it. It was very possible that you might never find that place again. You had to treat this like it was the only one in existence, afterall, it was the only one in this existence. But where exactly was this existence?

You blink, vision clearing and you examine the alley. It looks like a regular alley, slimy brick walls, dumpster, broken liquor bottles. A few people walk past on the main street, their laughter echoing off the alley’s walls. A lightbulb buzzes over a shut metal door. But there was no Mirio. The plan was to find a mirror Mirio, a Mirio that had never lost his quirk... extract this Mirio’s quirk and bring it back to your Mirio, the Mirio you loved. 

You had done enough dimensional travel to know that every version of the self was weirdly connected. That’s why you had travelled forward through the mirror he had given you this time. You had hoped it would bring you to another Mirio, since the mirror had never failed to take you back to him… even if you were in a strange corner of the universe. But alas, it was like travelling through any other reflection. As usual, you stand in an unknown location, trying your best to figure out where you’ve ended up. 

You kick a stray tin can in frustration as you walk towards the more populated streets. You laugh at your own stupidity. You knew the real reason you were doing this. Maybe, this act of love, retrieving his stolen quirk would change his mind. Maybe he would take back what he had said all those years ago… the words that would never stop ringing in your ears.

You’re standing on the sidewalk, trying to decide which way to go when the sound of rusty hinges snaps you from your thoughts. You turn to look back down the dim lit alley. A man with shaggy blue hair exits the building, his red eyes gleam and your heart drops. It’s hard to see but you’d know his face anywhere, he’s practically taken over your city, Shigaraki Tomura. Take a few steps to where you’re concealed by the wall of the building. He speaks to someone who is still inside the building. You angle your head to try and hear over the busy street. “They’ve just been getting in the way is all, and I need you to get them out of the way… see?” 

Why did your quirk take you to Shigaraki when you had specifically thought of Mirio? The streetlight’s shadows help to hide your shape. You peek around to see who he is talking to. Your breath hitches in your throat as you see the tall blonde exit from the building’s wall. Mirio. You watch as he leans his shoulder against the brick from which he just emerged. He looks taller, stronger, and still has his quirk… would your Mirio have looked like this if his power had never been robbed?  His grey tshirt is pulled tight around his body and his usually done hair is ungelled, almost messy, bangs hanging just above his eyes. “That’s easy, you have anything actually worth my time?” he jokes. Shigaraki looks unamused, eyes closing in annoyance.

 “Just do it, and don’t make it so messy this time… you tend to leave a trail wherever you go,” Shigaraki scolds. Mirio grins, but it’s not the same warm smile you’d grown to love, this smile is darker, more sinister. “I’ll take care of it boss, sheesh, you worry too much,” he rolls his shoulder on the wall until his back is flush against the brick. He pushes off of it and heads towards the end of the alley. You panic as he heads your way. “It’s that hotel on the corner of Roosevelt and Third,” Shigaraki screeches after Mirio who gives him a wave of his hand. “If you weren’t so useful I’d kill you,” Shigaraki adds. Mirio’s laugh bounces off of the alley walls. “You could try,” he calls as he rounds the corner, just passing you as you crouch near some bags of garbage praying he doesn’t notice you. But he passes you, languidly walking towards the destination he was just given by Shigaraki Tomura. That’s when it hits you… by going through Mirio’s mirror, you have found yourself a mirror Mirio. An exact opposite to the man you know.  

The thoughts are swirling around in your head but there’s no time to sort through them… you have to follow him. You slowly rise from your hiding place and melt into the crowds of people. It’s lucky that Mirio is so tall, it makes him easy to follow from a safe distance away. The crowded main streets turn to less populated side streets and you have to maneuver accordingly to stay well hidden. Mirio approaches a building with a neon sign that spells out HOTEL in red letters. A glowing arrow points to the double doors at the front of the building. He hurries up the steps before slipping inside.  

You follow close behind to make sure not to lose him inside but leave a long enough gap so that it isn’t too obvious. Upon entering, you’re met with the old red carpet that should have been replaced twenty years ago. Dust clings to the fabric of the sofa and cobwebs dangle from the antique crystal chandelier. The floor is well polished however, reflecting the lights that hang from the ceiling. It’s strange that there’s no clerk at the desk but a few people piddle about the lobby. A man makes eye contact with you, furrowing his brow in confusion. A woman in a short, low cut dress slips her hand below another man's belt and whispers something in his ear. No one blinks when Mirio makes a beeline down the hallway to the left. This was not an ordinary hotel. You walk calmly after Mirio and peer down the long dark corridor. There’s not sight of him but you watch the door at the end of the hall close. There. The lights in this section of the hall are off and everything seems quiet, whereas the hall to the right was lit and loud. Sounds of pleasure and partying spilling from underneath each door. You curse Mirio for walking down the more sinister path and follow begrudgingly. 

The hall is dark save one room where hysterical cries seep out. You don’t want to know what was going on and instead keep your eyes trained on the small bit of light that pours from the window inside that end door. Upon closer inspection there is a coating of condensation on the glass. This must be the pool. 

You retrieve the quirk extractor from your pocket and remove it from it’s wrapping, careful not to prick yourself.  You slowly open the door he had gone through just moments ago. You slid inside the door slowly and carefully, making more sound than you would have liked, but it can’t be helped. Any sound easily bounces off the water of the glistening blue pool. The smell of chlorine is overwhelming and you start to realise that there aren’t very many good hiding places in a place like this.... And Mirio is nowhere to be found. You grip the quirk extractor as you hear a door towards the back of the room slam shut. Another exit… your footsteps echo far more than you would like for them to as you head towards the door. 

“Gotchya.”

The voice startles you. Your grip on the quirk extractor falters, coupled with the way you jump… you watch as it slowly descends into the water, effectively pricking the pool. The ball at the end of the extractor emits a green light as it sinks to the bottom. “You idiot!” you shout before you can think better of it. Mirio steps from the wall and quirks an eyebrow up at you. “Me idiot? You’re the one following me with the stealth of one of the 3 stooges.”

He looks even more dangerous up close. A long scar descends from his chin down his neck. And while his eyes are the same colour, there’s a glint in them which your Mirio lacks. He’s faster as this version of himself, and you don’t have time to think before your back is against the cold tile wall. “So gorgeous, gonna tell me what that thing was and why you’re following me… or will I just rip the answers out of you one by one.” You’re too confused watching as he looms over you. His expression is half pleased, half irritated. You inhale to speak but the words don’t come. The smile on his face right now… it’s the expression of someone who has killed and enjoyed it. It’s never something you could have pictured to play across Mirio’s face and it jars you. A chill runs up your spine and goosebumps prickle on your arms. He’s terrifying but also so beautiful. 

One of his hands moves up to grip your throat as he growls, “I’m waiting, bitch.” You flail as his grip tightens, scratching your nails into his arm in hopes that he will let go.  “Please Mirio, I-I’m sorry.” His grip loosens suddenly but his hand stays around your neck. “What did you call me?” You cough and inhale, then meet his eyes. There is a familiar curiosity within his gaze but it’s joined by something else, that same strange glint. Is it amusement or something much more sinister? You can’t put your finger on it. “Mirio, your name is Mirio,” you murmur. A sly smile crosses his face as he moves closer to you, his hips pinning yours to the tile. “Yes, but how do you know that?” 

You stutter, trying to find the right words, a sigh haphazardly escaping your lips as the heat from his body becomes intoxicating. “You been sent to spy by the heroes?” You shake your head and try to wiggle free, but only succeed in grinding against him. A low laugh bubbles from his throat as he pins your wrists above your head with one hand and stills your hips with his other. “That’s real cute, but not gonna get you out of trouble with me…” His eyes flick down your body then back up. “Quite the opposite actually,” he teases. Your face feels warm and your eyes dart down and away. “Aww you’re so shy now, makes me wanna eat you up.” Mirio tilts your chin upwards so you’re looking at him. His eyes have softened slightly. “Just tell me,okay? I don’t wanna have to hurt ya.” There's a strange pleading in his tone, a sincerity you didn't expect. “We know each other, Mirio… well sort of,” you match the tone of his voice. A smirk breaks on his face, “are you my stalker?” You roll your eyes, he still had a sense of humour in this universe. It’s nice to know some things never change. 

“No, no we’re friends, but I know a different… you.” He blinks before his eyes narrow. He starts to speak but you continue to explain… about your quirk, the Mirio you know, and how you’d planned to steal his quirk. You show him your locket, the engraving. He still seems suspicious as he turns it over in his hands, examining it. “You’re a crafty little liar, I’ll give you that, had this made and all, but now I’ll have to pull the truth out of you, and like I said, I really didn’t want to have to do that to you.” “Wait… I can prove it, just let me use the mirror… then I’ll leave you alone.” Mirio looks you up and down again before opening the locket and holding it out for you. 

You focus on your reflection and watch as your face turns that strange blue black colour. Guilt seeps from your mind and travels down your spine as you’re pulled towards your reflection. The quirk extractor was sitting at the bottom of the pool, now carrying within it the power of chlorine… You hadn’t helped Mirio, only discovered a dark side to his existence… which wasn’t all that bad it seemed. He hadn’t harmed you at all, just threatened you slightly and even then it had seemed he was teasing and flirting more than anything. Your Mirio had never flirted with you… on purpose. The pull of the mirror became stronger and there was a strange sadness, a feeling that you would miss this version of Mirio. This version of Mirio was void of the sunshine that the original Mirio held within him at all times, but this Mirio seemed to see you. This Mirio had given you more in a few seconds than the original Mirio had in years. You shut your eyes as you began to fall into the mirror’s reflection. The original Mirio’s words that he’d said to you that day still hanging heavy in your heart. You laugh at your own pathetic nature for the second time today. You fantasies of Mirio were just that… just fantasies. In all universes. 

A hand pushes you backwards away from the mirror. The impact is so strong you stumble, but the same hand catches you and pulls you into him. You gasp for air, your head reeling from being ripped from the portal. Mirio holds you close, rubbing a hand up and down your back. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just- I didn’t want you to go.” His voice is riddled with guilt, shaking slightly. You fist your hands into his shirt, gripping the fabric as you struggle to stand. “Whoa whoa, hey,” he consoles as he sinks to his knees, bringing you with him. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his lap. “I really didn’t mean to- I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I’m okay, I’ve just never been pulled from a portal before,” you stutter. His thumb brushes over your face temple. “You remember your name?” You state your name and he repeats it, “Y/n… I love it.” A smile plays on your features, cheeks heating once again upon hearing the compliment. “Hey, what’s 2 + 2?” 

“4,”

“Damn, well I guess you’re a math wiz.”

Your eyes flutter open and he smiles, “there she is.” You squeeze your eyes shut then open them once more in an effort to stop the room from spinning. “Are you gonna kill me now?” you drawl. Mirio pouts, “well that depends, are you still gonna steal my quirk for other me?” You laugh and roll your head away from him. “I can’t, it’s in the pool now, it’s absorbed the fucking power of chlorine.” Mirio laughs, “well whose fault is that?” You look up at him, there’s an intensity to his gaze when you meet his eyes. Your heart hammers against your chest… “yours.” You start to sit up, his arms still cling to you. “You’re the dummy who let go just ‘cuz I scared you.” You hum considering his words, “you don’t scare me Mirio.” 

His arms relax around you and you move to lay down on the tile floor. Your back relaxes against the floor and you move your arms over your head to rest your head in your hands. “You should be afraid, I’m a whole different me, sweetheart,” he remarks. He moves to lay next to you, mimicking your position. “You’re still Mirio,” you sigh, your eyes taking in the blank space of the ceiling. “You don’t know the things I’ve done, my body count, nothing.” “You’re still Mirio,” you insist. Laying like this you can hear the echo of your words bouncing off of the water. “He’s lucky, other me… to have a girl like you.” His last few words are whispered, failing to bounce around the room. They hang over you, adding weight to the atmosphere. “Ah well, the Mirio in my universe doesn’t see it that way,” you deflect. Mirio rolls to face you, his head laying in the crook of his arm. “I know we don’t know each other… not really, but it’s strange, I feel like I’ve known you forever.” You turn your head to look at him. His eyes are practically on fire now, that small glint having grown into a flame. “In a way we have, I know a version of you… what I’ve come to find is every universe has overlaps of some sort… you and the Mirio I know will share some things… memories even.” Mirio’s face lights up, “yes exactly, I feel like I’ve seen you in a dream or something…” You shrug, “it’s possible.” Mirio smiles, it’s a familiar smile, a sincere happiness that the Mirio of your universe wears often. Much different than the smiles this Mirio had even just a few moments ago. 

“Why are you a villain?” you ask him. Mirio clutches his chest in mock pain. “That hurts, sweetheart… Just because I don’t accept the truths the rule makers of our world have given me… that’s what makes me a “villain”?” You narrow your eyes, “I meant more that you’re a hitman working for Shigaraki Tomura.” He laughs, “heard that did you? Guess you were following me for longer than I’d realised.” He pauses and moves closer to you. “I have no problem getting rid of a few people who won’t contribute anything of value… most lives are a total waste, I’m merely an exterminator… getting rid of the bad to make more space for the good…” He says it so casually that it makes chills run up your spine. “So does that make you the good or the bad?” He laughs again though this time he is less amused with your question. “I’m just a sacrificial pawn, sweetheart… can’t be good to make space for it.” 

You reach out and touch his bare arm. His skin is hot against his fingertips. “You didn’t hurt me… when you thought I was lying, you can’t be bad…” He smiles, “That’s just because I see how good you are and I want to protect that… protect you.” His hand begins to mirror yours, stroking up and down your arm with light fingertips. “If you can see the good, then that makes you good.” 

His fingers grip into your arm and he pulls you closer to him. He reaches for the back of your neck when he notices the smudge of ink on his hand. He examines your arm and finds the numbers. “What’s this?” he asks. You sigh, “it’s the time I have to go…” He pulls your face closer to his, your noses almost touching. “You can’t stay?” You shake your head, “Only for 8 hours, else I’ll be torn apart by the universal pulls… I’m not really supposed to be here ya know,” you joke. Mirio’s face falls, “Can you come back?” You shrug, “I can but the time I can stay is deducted every single time I return to a universe until I can no longer visit anymore…” Mirio’s thumb rubs soft circles into the flesh of your cheek. “What should we do then?” he asks. You smile sadly before sitting up. You give him an impish smirk. “Well, there’s a pool, I say we swim.” 

You start by removing your top, slowly peeling it away and discarding it to the floor. Mirio follows, taking off his grey tshirt. His figure is chiseled, each muscle toned and defined. You start unbuttoning your trousers when you feel the heat of his chest flush against your back. “Can I?” he asks as his hands rest on your hips. You nod and he slowly pulls your pants down your legs. He helps you step out of them before throwing them towards the growing pile of clothes. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs into your skin, trailing kisses up your thighs. You grab his face with two hands and pull him to standing. “My turn,” you smirk, looping your fingers in his belt loops and pulling him towards you. You undo his pants, kissing down his chest. Savoring the taste of his skin. He groans at your touch and you feel the heat pooling low in your belly. His pants removed his stands only in grey underwear, while you remain in your bra and panties. 

You teasingly move away from him and stand on the first rung of the ladder in the deep end of the pool. You look back to where he stands, calling him to you with your gaze. He groans as he moves towards you. “I’m really holding back you know,” he growls, pressing his chest against your back, his a. “Why hold back? You can have whatever you want… Just take it, make it yours.” Mirio trails his lips up your neck, ready to suckle a mark into your skin, when you add, “if you can,” and step off the ladder into the blue water. 

As soon as the water touches your skin you’re swimming towards the other side. You hear Mirio dive in after you and know that this has all been futile. He grabs your hand and slings you gently towards the wall. He places both of his hands on either side of your body, pinning you. You wipe the water from your eyes before wrapping them around his neck. “You caught me so fast… I thought you’d chase me around more,” you provoke. He shakes the water from his hair and moves his body closer to yours. “Chasing you is a waste of fucking time right? I want to have you,” he growls. You open your mouth to say something but are silenced by his lips on yours. 

The kiss is needy, sloppy. He kisses you like he’s starving, finally being fed. His tongue draws circles around yours before sucking it into his mouth. You moan into the kiss and he responds by pulling you closer, grinding on your clothed cunt with his hardening cock. He moves to run his tongue along your bottom lip before nipping at it. You sight into the kiss, turning your head to deepen it. You pull away a wry smile on your face. Mirio’s pupils are blown, that unfamiliar glint in his eye now having a name for it, desire. 

“Miri, I want you,” his hips stutter against yours upon hearing this. “Fuck princess, I won’t be able to hold back anymore if you keep looking at me like that.” You pepper kisses to his face, tasting the chlorine on his skin. “Don’t hold back,” you whisper, “I trust you, you’re good to me, I’m yours if that’s what you really want.” His breath shakes upon hearing this and he presses his forehead to yours. “Mine? All fucking mine? Like this me?” You nod and kiss him again. This time you catch his bottom lip and suck it, pulling on it just to hear him moan. 

He helps lift you to where you’re sitting on the edge of the pool. He peels your panties down your legs before spreading them. He kisses one of your thighs before massaging the other. “So fucking perfect,” he praises, “all fucking mine.” He trails his hand and mouth up the inside of your thigh. He spreads your folds, drinking in the sight of your bare cunt. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he sighs. “I’m gonna make you forget about any other versions of me, you’re going to be all mine.” He presses a kiss to your clit, “gonna be all fucking mine, princess.” 

He drags his tongue, slow, up your slit and circles it around your clit before sucking on it gently. You stifle a whine and you can feel him smiling in pride. “That is princess, lemme hear those sweet sounds.” He does the same move again and this time you don’t hold it in. Your sounds of pleasure echo around the pool, bouncing around and finally landing back on your own ears. But you don’t hear them, as you’re too lost in the pleasure. Mirio grips the wall of the pool with one hand while the other comes up to rest on your lower abdomen. His thumb starts rubbing soft circles on your clit while his tongue circles your hole. “Tastes so fucking good,” he growls and then shoves his tongue inside. The muscle is hot, wet, and he slowly begins to add more pressure to your clit while tongue fucking you. You’re completely overcome with a mind melting pleasure as you fall back onto your elbows, your hips grinding against his face. You aren’t sure how, but you can already feel that familiar knot forming in the pit of your stomach. You’re close and Mirio seems to know as he picks up the pace. “Cum all over my face- wanna taste you-” His permission was all you needed and soon you’re clamping down around his tongue, calling broken syllables of his name. He kisses your cunt as you come down from your high. “Such a good girl for me, cumming when I say.”

He lifts himself out of the pool and removes his underwear. He’s thick, incredibly so and long. The head is red, leaking pre cum. You groan at the sight, cunt aching to be filled. You reach for him, pulling him on top of you. He kisses you, deep, passionate, with lots of tongue and teeth. You can feel his cock, thick and hard pressing into your thigh. He ruts his hips into yours, his cock sliding along your thigh. “Please,” you beg. He growls and flips you to where you’re on top and he sits pressing you to him, cock wedged between the two of you. You grind against him in anticipation. “Please Miri,” you plead. He lifts you and in one swift move, you’re impaled on his cock. 

You cry out, and it echoes back to you. The stretch is incredible, a pleasurable, dull pain that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. He carefully thrusts up into you, and you crumble, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “I don’t wanna hurt my baby,” he coos, body stilling. You shake your head, “no it feels good, y-you're just so big.” He laughs darkly, “you love the pain, don't you?” He gives another thrust to test your reaction and this time he can feel it. Your pussy dripping down his cock.He looks down, eyes blowing at the sight, “fuck baby look, I’m not even all the way inside…” You look down and moan, his cock is a little over half inside. It’s too big to fit all the way. “You cute little cunt keeps throbbing on my cock, and when she does, she drools.” He wipes up some of your combined juices with his thumb and rubs into your clit again, just as he had before. Then he starts to move. 

He starts slowly bouncing you in his lap at a gentle pace, but soon his eyes change and his thrusts become harder and faster. “I’m sorry princess, but you feel too good, I need more of you, need all of you.” Mirio fucks into you harder, his cock so big he hits every spot inside of you that makes you weak with each thrust. Your cries become louder and more desperate. His cock kissing your cervix with each thrust causes you to disintegrate in his lap. The lewd sounds of his hips smacking into your ass fills the pool. Mirio’s eyes flick down and he growls. “Look at that baby, ‘m all the way inside now, doing so good, so fucking perfect taking every inch I have to give. God you’re fucking made for me.” You sink your teeth into his neck in a desperate effort to stave off your orgasm, to savor the moment you’d waited so long for. The moment where you and Mirio Togata become one. But it feels too good, the pleasure so intense that you’re pushed over the edge again, clenching tightly around Mirio’s fat cock. “Fuck baby, do that again, milk my cock for me while I fuck you into my shape.” 

His thrusts become sloppier but he manages to continue to hit all your spots, driving his cock into you at a bruising pace. You’re shaking in his lap, body convulsing from your last orgasm as another starts to build. “Fucking hell baby, you’re so fucking perfect, and you’re mine, all fucking mine.” His hips start to stutter but his pace quickens. “I’m all yours Miri, yes, I’m yours,” you moan. He pulls your head towards him and kisses you with that same hunger as before, teeth gripping at your lower lip and him sucking on your tongue. You moan into his mouth as your orgasm washes over you, white hot. It’s too much and sends him over the edge. “That’s it, milk my cock, milk my fucking cock,” he pants, pouring his cum deep inside you. “I’m gonna get you pregnant, gonna make you mine forever,” he growls as his hot ropes of cum still paint your walls. 

Your body is shaking, the post orgasm cold mixed with your wet body has goosebumps prickling your body. He pulls his cock out and groans at the way his cum drips from your hole. He smiles, “you’re even more beautiful now that I’ve claimed you.” You smile against his skin. “I feel more beautiful,” you reply. But Mirio’s words ring in your ears. You sit up quickly but wince. “I hurt you, I’m so-” “No, that isn’t it…” You lay your head in the crook of his neck. “The longer I’m here in this dimension the weaker I become… but I’m okay, don't worry.” You nuzzle into him, trying to steal some of his warmth. He caresses your back, “I wish you could stay…” “I-I have to go back, we can’t be together forever, even though it’s all I want,” when you finally say the words you start to cry. Mirio wraps his arms around you. “You’re cold,” he says. He helps you up holding your hands, “can you stand?” You nod and he walks you back towards the shallow end of the water. He eases himself in first and then takes your hand to help you do the same. 

He cradles you to him, “but you can go back to other me, and when you make love to him, you can just think of me… we’re the same.” You look into his eyes, face pleading, “that’s just it Mirio, you aren’t the same at all… he will never love me.” Mirio’s face darkens, anger, pure anger resides in his features. “Why not?” You take a deep breath. These were the words that haunted you from the moment the other Mirio had spoken them. “He told me, I will always love you, but I will never, ever, love you like that.” You whisper this secret to him.

Mirio can see it, the weight you’ve carried in your heart. That Mirio might save people all day long, be an actual hero, but he’s the one that’s more fucked… evil. Breaking the most perfect girl he has ever known into small pieces. No, Mirio could never let such evil exist, even if that evil was technically himself. “I’m gonna kill him,” he vows as he cradles you protectively. 

Your eyes widen, and you grip onto his face. He looks at you, smiling. “Miri, do you really want to be with me forever?” He nods and kisses you, “more than anything, you’re mine now, I’ve claimed you, you belong to me.” “I belong to you,” you echo and press your forehead against his. “I think I know a way,” you inform, the grin breaking over your face. He awaits an explanation with wide eyes. “You can come back to my world with me.” Mirio narrows his eyes in confusion, “won’t that kill me? Like it kills you?” You shake your head, “no… that just has to do with the limitations of my quirk… I’ve brought someone back with me before, the only thing is… that there’s already a Mirio in my universe, which could technically throw time and space out of balance. But there’s a small window where it wouldn’t… and if you really want to kill him… then there would only be one again.” You smile and hold his face, peppering it with kisses. “You can kill him and take his place!” 

You’re met with Mirio’s grin and another sloppy kiss. “I knew I was right about you, you’re perfect.” You both climb out of the pool and dress in your clothes again. You put the locket around your neck and open it focussing on your reflection. For the first time, holding the mirror, you don’t feel the weight of the other Mirio’s words. This Mirio, now your Mirio, has filled the void that the Mirio of your universe put inside your heart. You wonder now if you’d really loved him all this time or if it was a disguised hatred and rage. You’d always found blood somewhat disturbing but now you were excited to see it. Excited to watch the man who hurt you bleed out and be destroyed by the man you loved. Excited to watch him die. 

 You grip Mirio’s hand in yours, finger interlaced. “Just don’t let go, no matter what, okay?” Mirio kisses your hand. “I won’t, swear,” he confirms. 

Your face begins to change and you feel the gravity sucking you back into your reflection, but this time, you won’t be returning to him alone and in pieces. You’ll be returning to him whole.  This time… it would be him lying in pieces on the floor. 

[yougetoneshot]

Suicide Squad: Reversal

What if team 1 and team 2 switched missions?

Focus is on Team 1: Flag, Harley, Captain Boomerang, Savant, Mongal, Weasel, Blackguard, TDK, and Javelin

Everyone lives AU

Chapter One

Flag looked around at his team and lamented his choices in life. His eyes fell on Harley, the therapist turned supervillain with a penchant for hyenas and large hammers. She was clapping excitedly at the despair of the man across from her struggling with his seatbelt.

“This thing’s a werewolf?! Yo, I don’t mess with werewolves, get me outta here!”

Captain Boomerang’s roaring laugh filled the entire helicopter as he joined Harley in enjoying Blackguard’s panic.

“Sit down! He’s not a werewolf. He’s a weasel.” Flag snarled to quiet down the situation. Blackguard was his least favorite addition to his team which was saying something considering weasel, the beast villain he’d just believed was a werewolf, was equally as useless. He’d begged Waller not to add him but she insisted his strength would be an asset despite his low IQ. At least the weasel didn’t talk.

“Get ready for the drop.” The pilot called back to Flag who nodded and ushered the others to stand as the back of the helicopter opened over the water.

“Go!” He yelled as the first of his team leapt from the chopper. Javelin, whose name pretty much encompassed his entire personality aside from the added foreign accent, hit the water first. He was followed by TDK, a villain Flag actually didn’t know anything about but trusted Waller enough that he must have some strength of benefit to the team. Savant, the forgetful genius fighter, and Mongal, the alien tyrant, jumped next. They were followed by Harley and Boomerang who made a competition over who could do the best dive. Flag had to shove Blackguard out before he and weasel jumped. As they all hit the water they heard the sound of weasel struggling against the current.

“Did no one find out if he could swim?!” Flag growled into his communicator. The team back at base remained quiet as he moved to help Savant save the unsavory beast from drowning.

“Is he dead.” Waller’s irritated tone buzzed over coms as Savant shook his head.

“He’ll live.”

An explosion lit up another part of the island and Flag furrowed his brow. “Waller-“

“It’s fine. Keep on mission, Flag.” Her tone sounded knowing so he pushed any concern for it aside. He had to trust her. What other choice did he have?

The rest of his team trudged onto the beach and groaned about being wet. He once again lamented not having a proper military team as Harley and Boomerang began convincing Blackguard he was covered in leeches. The dim witted villain was frantically and a bit too loudly checking himself for the leeches as Flag moved towards them. “Shhh! Stop messing with him or you’re going to get us all killed! We don’t have much time before a patrol comes by. We need to get deep into the jungle and make camp.” He grabbed Blackguard by the shoulder to stop him from ripping his clothes off. “There are no leeches on yo-“ Flag’s sentence halted as he spotted it- not a leech but definitely something akin to it stuck to the back of Blackguard’s neck. “Don’t move.”

“What?! Why?!! What is it?!! There are leeches aren’t there?!-“

“I said don’t move!” Flag pulled a knife from a holster around his thigh and began prying the small mass from Blackguard’s skin. The criminal howled which prompted Flag to slap a hand over his mouth. “Shut up or I’ll let this thing stay on your neck.” He finally provided enough leverage to pop the creature off of Blackguard’s neck and send it careening into the sand where it dug down into the dune like a tremor.

“…what was that.” Harley’s eyes were locked onto the spot in the sand that the creature had sunk into.

“Just a leech. Now come on, we need to get off this beach.” He waited for his team to all make it off the beach before he noticed a light in the distance.

A sharp pain in his shoulder then another in his leg sent him sinking to the sand. He heard shouts down the beach and yelled at his team to run as Harley moved towards him. “Go! Stay on mission!”

Waller echoed Flag’s order into Harley’s earpiece.

“Come on. He’s right, Harls.” Boomerang tugged her back into the foliage as soldiers surrounded Flag. “They ain’t gonna kill him, right?” Harley looked up at her Aussie pal and he tugged her down to hide in the brush.

“I dunno but we’re dead if we stay here.” He whispered into her ear as they watched Flag be apprehended.

“This changes nothing. You will still need to find the Thinker and infiltrate Jotunheim.” Waller’s voice hissed through their earpieces. “Don’t take this as some opportunity to bail. I can still monitor you from here without Flag’s supervision. One wrong move and I’ll blow your heads off. Now move.”

As Waller finished her threat, Harley looked around at the group who were all looking at her. “What are you looking at me for? Do I got something on my face?”

“I think they’re looking at you to lead us.” Boomerang whispered in her ear.

“Leader? No. Uh uh. I ain’t a leader.” She turned to Boomerang to argue in a less than hushed tone. “Boomer, I don’t know the first thing about leading a bunch of idiots!”

“Hey!” Blackguard hissed. “We can hear you.”

“Oh sorry, I meant six idiots and a lummox.” She sassed but then quickly realized he thought she was complimenting him. Harley turned back to Boomerang. “We are so doomed.”

“I believe in you, Harls. What would you do if you didn’t have a team?”

“I dunno. Probably get disguises?”

“Then that’s a start. Let’s go find some disguises.”

-

The group had little issue getting into town and breaking into a department store. Even here on this tiny island, American corporations had made their mark in the most American way- overpriced apparel.

“Alright everyone. I want you to look your most Corto Maltese-esque-ian.”

“What?” Half of them chimed in and she shook her head frustrated.

“Just don’t look like a tourist, yea?” She shooed them away to pick their own disguises. After a while, Javelin approached her in bright plaid overalls with no shirt underneath and a vibrant pink hat.

“..that is… PERFECT!” Harley clapped excited then noticed weasel next to him with a large novelty mustache stuck to his face. “Oh my, I didn’t even recognize you. That’s so good. Keep it.”

“I dunno, Harley none of these clothes fit me.” Blackguard walked over in what was clearly a child’s tshirt that hugged him like a crop top. Harley suppressed some laughter but nodded. “No. You look great. Promise.” She nudged Boomerang as he was shuffling through some AC DC shirts to find his size. He lifted his head and spotted the very tight children’s clothing clinging to Blackguard. He was less than successful at containing his laughter.

“He loves it.” Harley nodded.

“Then why’s he laughing?”

“Oh it’s just a joke I told him earlier. Nothing to do with you.”

“..oh.. okay!” Blackguard joined the other two members who were done picking their disguises.

Mongal returned in a large fluffy red dress and Harley gave her two thumbs up. Savant came back in plain jeans and a white v neck. Harley stopped him and plopped a ball cap on his head that said “World’s Best Grandpa” before giving him approval. TDK finally returned dressed like a cowboy complete with chaps and a cowboy hat. Harley had chosen checkered black and red jeggings paired with a workout top that said “would rather be sleeping” and a red leather jacket. Boomerang had finally found the appropriate sized AC DC shirt- sans sleeves as he tugged them off and tossed them aside.

Harley looked over the group one last time before placing her hands on her hips confidently. “Let’s go catch a Thinker.”

-

Outside the club, Harley briefed the group in the small van they’d stolen from a very cooperative Pepsi delivery guy. “Okay, the plan is to blend in and wait for this Thinker guy to show up. He should be here anytime in the next three hours so we gotta stay alert. That includes you.” She gestured to Javelin.

“Why do you single me out?”

“Because that devilish accent of yours could get us caught. Best if you stay quiet.”

“But-“

“No. Your voice is now a precious gem that you must protect at all costs. Not another word.”

He nodded sadly as Harley turned to the rest of the group. “Let’s go.”

-

The group walked into the club and despite having a giant weasel with them, managed to get on great with everyone there. Most of the drunken patrons thought they came from a costume party and Weasel was wearing some kind of Halloween costume. Harley had the group split up to look for the Thinker. She paired them up with Mongal and TDK taking the back door, Boomerang and Savant at the pool table in the corner, Blackguard and Javelin on the dance floor, and she took the bar with Weasel by the entrance.

After about an hour, Harley started to become bored. As entertaining as it was watching Weasel get drunk, Boomerang lose at pool twice in a row to Savant, and Javelin teach Blackguard how to do the Cupid shuffle, she was getting antsy for a fight. Lucky for Harley, a fight was walking in as Corto Maltese soldiers walked in escorting the Thinker.

“I’ve got eyes on the Thinker.” Harley nodded over to Javelin who was by the jukebox. He then pressed a few buttons and Ballroom Blitz blared through the club. “Time to party, boys!”

Harley ran full speed at the nearest soldier and slid down between his legs to pop up behind him right next to the Thinker. She gave him a smile. “You might wanna duck.” Harley grabbed the back of his head and pushed it down as Javelin nailed the soldier posted behind the Thinker with his javelin from across the room. Boomerang took out the first two soldiers and Savant used his pool stick to prevent more soldiers rushing in from the entrance from getting closer to the group by targeting pressure points on their bodies with absolute precision.

At the back door, Mongal and TDK were having a blast letting a soldier walk in only to hang them by their vests on the tall coatrack mounted to the wall and knocking them out. Weasel ran around downing all the drinks of the patrons who’d abandoned them to leave the establishment. The entrance began to flood with more soldiers until Blackguard lifted the large jukebox and hefted it at the doorway with complete ease, halting the music and leaving the room in complete silence for a few moments.

“…you telling me you coulda done that the whole time?!” Harley choked out in shock. “I didn’t know he could that- did you know he could do that?!” Harley looked around at some of the rest of the group who shook their heads. “That coulda been very useful to know, just sayin.”

“Who are you people?” Thinker questioned irritably.

“Hey!” She shook him by his shirt collar. “We ask the questions round here!” Harley began shoving the Thinker towards the back exit as the team followed. They all squeezed back into the Pepsi delivery fan with Thinker placed in the middle of them.

“Okay, Bumble Ball Head, you listen good, you’re gonna take us to Jotunheim.”

“You’ll never make it past the front door. They already know what you’re trying to do. Your little friends on the beach have already been taken care of too.”

“..wait.. there were other people on the beach? Did we leave somebody else?!” Harley began counting the group as Thinker furrowed his brow confused.

“Are you not the Americans? The ones with the shark man?”

“Wait there’s a shark man?!” Harley squealed. “You mean to tell me Waller sent another team with a shark man and he wasn’t on my team?!”

“I don’t like sharks.” TDK brought up nonchalantly. “They could bite your arm off, you know?”

“Yea but not if you was friends with them, right?” Harley proposed and TDK shrugged.

“Fair point.”

“You’re all mad.” Thinker interjected.

“Well, that ain’t nothing new.” Harley chortled. “Now, tell me about the team at the beach. What happened to them?” Harley furrowed her brows as she raised a knife. “And if you ain’t telling me the truth, I’ll start cuttin off them pegs in your head.”

“They were apprehended and taken to the capital. With the exception of the shark man who is now a delightful new subject for me to experiment on.”

“Oh, you are just a piece of work, you know that?!” Harley waved the knife at him then looked at the group. “Listen, I ain’t much of a planner but seems to me like we could use all the help we can get getting into Jotunheim. We should go rescue the rest of the team to help us.”

“If they’re even still alive. El Presidente isn’t exactly keen on Americans. He’s likely already publicly executed them by now.”

“Well ain’t you just a bucket of rainbows!” She bonked him on the head with the back of the knife before looking back at the group. “It’s worth checking to see if any of em are alive.”

“I agree.” Savant nodded. “We got power in numbers, especially if the others are just as gifted in their abilities.”

“Right, anyone oppose?”

Mongal raised her hand slowly and Harley blinked a few times while pouting out her lips. “Yes?”

“I think we left the werewolf.”

Harley looked around at the group and sure enough the Weasel was not there. “Oh, fudge!” She sighed and nodded for TDK at the back to go back inside and fetch him. He returned with an unconscious and smelly Weasel, tossing him inside the van before it drove off towards the capital.

- Stay tuned for Chapter 2! -

[honeypirate]

A Day At The Beach

Hizashi Yamada x y/n

Rating 17+. I think. Idk. I’m bad at this. It’s very suggestive and sexual but no real smut.

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“Oh YEAHHHHH!!!” Hizashi busts open the door before the van is even all the way parked and takes off down to the beach. You smile, he’s so amusing to you, always bringing you joy. You felt his glances on you this ride to the beach, every time you made eye contact on the drive he would smile and continue talking to whomever he was talking to. His excitement of swimming getting the best of him when you arrived. The van parks and the rest of you hop out, your beach party group consisted of you, Hizashi, Toshinori, Aizawa, as well as a few others you weren’t as close to, although you’ll be meeting up with the rest of the teachers here. It was your annual teachers retreat and this year you’ll all be staying two nights at a resort on the beach next to the ocean. You were delighted, you couldn’t wait to drink on the beach and lay in the sun with your friends, and you were excited to hang out more in a casual setting with Hizashi. You were good friends but it was based off of work and being a hero, you were excited to see him outside of your normal setting. “Y/n, your room ended up next to Hizashi’s so take his stuff and I’ll let him know you have it” you smile and nod “alright! Sounds good” Aizawa hands you your room key and a backpack which you sling over one arm, your dufflebag on your other shoulder. You go up your room, fourth floor over looking the beach and pool with a shared balcony connecting to Hizashi’s room. As you stand on the balcony you look down at the pool and see everyone gathering at the poolside bar and you change into your black high waisted bikini that ties up the sides of the bottom and between your cleavage on the top, accentuating your butt and boobs, you put a big tshirt as a cover over the top and pair of cute sandals. You looked amazing. You grabbed a towel and made your way down to see what everyone else was doing. “Hey everyone! What’s our plan tonight?” You smile at them all and Aizawa nudges Hizashi when you walk up. He looks up at you and gets suddenly uncommonly quiet, your hero suit covers up everything so this is the most skin he’s ever seen on you. Toshinori covers his mouth when he sees you and see a little blood from the corner of his mouth “wow y/l/n, you look amazing” he says and when Aizawa hits him he hurry and adds “we’re just gonna have some drinks and sit by the pool for a bit and then we’re gonna have a bonfire on the beach and cook some food on the fire” you laugh at them “that sounds like a good plan” you make your way over to the bar area where Midnight was sitting. You order a drink and sip it while you chat with her and a few of the teachers before being called over to the pool by Hizashi, “y/l/n come over here!” your heart rate gets faster as excuse yourself making your way over to them. “What’s up boys?” You smile at them and notice you feel a little bit tipsy when you crouch down and talk to them in the pool. “Hizashi was bragging about your quirk” Aizawa calls him out and you laugh “was he now?” You look at him and he blushes a little “only because it’s AMAZING” he swims over to you “show ‘em what you can dooo!!” He was so energetic and loud but without fail that made you feel like you could do anything, the strength in his energy flows into you, it’s why you love being around him, he added a fun energy to everything. You stand and kick off your sandals before pulling off your swim cover, noticing how the boys watched you and the pink flush in their cheeks. Even so, your focus was on Hizashi. The way he smiled warmly, internally groaning when he saw how good you looked in your suit.

You fought with Hizashi the most when you were up against any villains so he’s the only one that really knows your quirk in action. You sit on the side of the pool before hopping into the water. Your quirk seemed simple but you had trained so hard to be where you are at now. You stood in the middle of the the three men as they watch you, a few other teachers coming over from Hizashi’s loud talking. You look Hizashi in the eyes, he was practically buzzing while watching you, in awe of your power and grace, and soon you’d realize that his admiration of you runs deeper than you realize.

You wink at him and then you activate your quirk, taking all the sound waves from the music and talking in the air, the sound of the ocean and the pool, it felt like you absorbed every sound and things when eerily quiet for a few seconds before you took that energy and pushed the water to the end of the pool so you three were standing in the shallow end of an empty pool with the water swirling up in the air. It felt like everything was far away before his voice you pulled you back to reality, the water calmly filling the rest of the pool again “See!! I told you she was AMAZINGG” he yelled in excitement and a few onlookers thought it was pretty cool. “Just a drunk pool trick” you say shyly and laugh with him. Hizashi was still gushing to Aizawa “She controls the sound waves and turns them into energy that lets her control objects. So you can SEE JUST how AMAZING we fight together!!” you can tell he’s a little tipsy by how much he’s talking about you. He will compliment you every once in a while but he usually talks about other cool heros. You touch him on his shoulder and brush your fingers down to his elbow sending fingers through this body and bringing his attention back to you.

“that’s all you need me for? I’m gonna go sit in the hot tub now” as you get out of the pool the boys tease Hizashi, looking back over your shoulder at him and seeing him watch you leave you smile at him and make your way over to get another drink before you settle into the hot water, the hot tub was empty and you were just relaxing with your eyes closed. “Hey” his deep gruff voice makes you smile and you open your eyes “Hi Aizawa” he gets in the water and sits down across from you “glad you could join me” you say and finish your second drink, now wishing you had some water “I wanted to talk to you” he says and you straighten up looking at him now seriously “about what?” He leans toward you “how do you feel about Hizashi?” He says seriously looking right into your eyes, you blush and glance over at him over at the bar talking to Toshinori, every few seconds glancing at you and Aizawa in the hot tub, you noticed he looked a little worried. “Why?” You ask him, still looking over at Hizashi. Aizawa reaches over and softly turns your face back to face him “tell me y/n” he says softly you blush and whisper “I ... I feel very strongly for him” Aizawa nods as you finish speaking. “Good, that’s all I wanted to know” he stands and leaves just as Hizashi approaches “leaving?” “Yeah. Too hot” he says and walks over to talk to Toshinori. “would you like some water?” Hizashi offers a cold bottle as he gets in the hot tub and sits next to you “yes please!” You close the distance he left between you guys, turning so you’re facing him with your right leg folded up on the seat. You take the bottle from him and drink half of it pretty quickly. “Sorry I guess I was thirstier than I realized” you laugh and hand it back to him and he places it to the side. “You’re fine! I brought it for you anyway” he smiles at you, his hair damp from the pool and skin glistening pink in the sunset. You feel a little sunburn on your shoulders and cheeks as you talk with Hizashi about all sorts of things.

You end up with your left hand on his knee, his left hand on top of yours, and your right hand up playing with his hair your elbow resting on the concrete behind him as your fingers card through the hair above his ear and down the side. you’re listening to him tell a story about when he was a kid and his family went to the beach for a week, he somehow ended up with a crab in his shorts and you laugh so hard your stomach hurts. Before you know it you’re the only two left there that you guys know. The sun’s down, the sky beautiful shades of pink and orange, and everyone’s already migrated over to the beach without you guys.

You can see the glow of a bonfire on the horizon. “Hizashi?” You say and he looks into your eyes, there’s an emotion there, you didn’t know what to call it. “Y/n?” His voice is quiet and you smile at him “you ready to go over to the bonfire?”He squeezes your hand in his “ yeah I AM STARVING” he shouts and you laugh at the loudness of it. He frowns “sorry I guess I just got excited” he laughs nervously “Don’t worry about it. I like to see you excited” you smile and squeeze his hand before getting out of the hot tub.

You grab your towel, wiping down your body and getting some of the water out of your hair, putting back on the shirt you wore and shoes. you smile when he walks back over to you now in a t shirt and holding a sweatshirt, you feel jealous of his sweatshirt as you realize all you have to coverup is a thin piece of material. “Let’s hurry down to the, fire I’m starting to get cold” you grab his hand and entwine your fingers together. he grins and walks with you, talking about how excited he is and how hungry he is. You loved how he was always talking to you, always comfortable with you. You were walking down the path from the hotel to the beach and you can see up ahead is the fire and all of your friends and fellow teachers. You blush when you notice Aizawa give Toshinori a look when you guys walk up. “Hey guys” you say calmly and lay out your towel to sit on next to the fire, Hizashi doing the same next to you. “I’ll go grab us some food” Hizashi said and before he left he put the sweatshirt he had brought over your shoulders. You blushed and slipped it on while he was walking away, he smiled when he looked over his shoulder at you and saw you in his sweatshirt.

In a few minutes he was back with a bag of chips and some hotdogs and waters for you both. “Thank you. You’re so kind to me” you can’t stop smiling around him, you never could even just as friends, but now that you feel this spark between you it’s even harder to ignore. He sits down and sits right next to you on your right, his left arm behind your back on the ground to your left side, kind of like his arm was around you but not. You ate and talked and laughed with your friends and as the night went on you found yourself turned more and more towards Hizashi. You were curled up, your knees bent to your chest and your head was on his shoulder now and both of his arms around you holding you. It was a quiet night everyone just enjoying the company and calmness you don’t normally get, you loved the way the fire made your skin wam and the way it felt right to be held by him. You can’t help but thinking of how it would feel to kiss him.

“Go for a walk with me” he whispers into your ear, you didn’t even know he was capable of whispering that quiet, you nod and he stands quietly helping you up with him, you were happy to find that you didn’t feel the alcohol in your system anymore because of the food and time. You leave your shoes and everything else as he held your hand as you walked off towards the water togetherand away from everyone else.

When the fire was pretty far away he stopped and turned to you, pulling you into his arms, he was so warm you didn’t understand how when it was such a cold night. Your face fit perfectly in the crook of his neck and he held you against him, your arms wrapping around his neck in the hug. You shiver and he holds you tighter to warm you up a little, you laugh and breathe in his smell, like sunshine and chlorine and the undeniable scent of him. You loved it. You pressed a soft kiss to his neck and he dramatically pulled away “was that your lips?! They’re that cold?!” You laugh and nod as you pull yourself back closer to him to take some of his warmth that was radiating off his body.

One of his arms is holding you to his chest and his other hand was on your jaw, his thumb brushing across your cheek. Your eyes were locked to his and the air felt electric. “Do you feel this too?” He whispers softly “Yes” your response was breathy and thick, your heart beating so hard you thought he could hear it. You had so many butterflies in your stomach going wild as you bring your cold fingers to his neck, chuckling at his reaction, before you bury your fingers in his lightly damp hair. You stand on your toes to get as close to his as possible to him and you can feel his raggedy breathing, your chests touching, and you lick your lips with a smirk as look up from his lips to his eyes. You can feel his soft breath against your lips as he lets out a breath he was holding.

His eyes told you so much “Hizas...” before you could even finish speaking his lips are against yours. Soft and fervent. As he softly nips at your bottom lip you can’t help a small moan from escaping your throat and then a soft giggle after that when you feel his smile against your lips. His arms held you pressed against him and you had your arms around his neck buried in his hair.

His left hand went to the small of your back and pulled you tighter against him making you moan against his mouth. You tug on his hair and when he moans softly you can’t help but feel electric knowing you were the one that caused to make such a delicious sound. You broke the kiss to catch your breath and you stared up into his eyes, his face giddy and his pupils blown. You kissed him again, hot and slow, small moans coming from both of you. You started kissing down his jaw slowly, moaning his name into his ear quietly, the sound that came out of him was so delicious you felt yourself soak your swimsuit bottoms. You were sucking and biting down his neck making sure to leave marks of evidence. His hero costume covers his neck anyway so what’s the harm? “Y/n” he moans your name when you bite him a little harder and you chuckle softly before pulling back and looking into his eyes. His hands move to your waist squeezing softly as he pulls your hips as close to his as possible and you can see the need in his and you feel his cock under his swim shorts press into your abdomen. You both realize you need to slow down, you were in public and your first time together would not be ruined by sand. He continues to speak as you fix his hair, tucking it behind his ears and smoothing it down “would you believe me if I said I wanted to bring you here to have a conversation?” You laugh softly and ask “what did you want to talk about?” He smooths your hair down and brings it all to the side so he can lean down and softly kiss your neck “I was gonna ask if you wanted to get dinner with me tomorrow night” he continues to kiss up your neck softly “but now that I can kiss you I don’t want to stop. I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, my y/n” he presses a small kiss to your lips and pulls away looking deep into your eyes “I would love to go on a date with you” You blushed looking away “if I knew you felt the same way we could have been kissing a lot soone...” before you could finish talking he pulled your lips back into a kiss “damn it y/n *kiss* we’ve been friends *kiss* for so long *kiss* I thought I knew everything about you *kiss* and I couldn’t even tell that the girl I loved had feelings for me. *kiss* I’m such an idiot.” He pressed his forehead into yours with a sigh and you were frozen in shock “what?” You say quietly. He stands straighter and looks down at you “I’m so stupid for not asking you out sooner. I thought you liked Aiza..!” You cut him off with another kiss, your heart was shining and beating brightly and your skin felt on fire, you didn’t even feel the cold weather anymore “I love you too” you say softly and his breath catches in his throat as he slowly grins “hey lovebirds!” Aizawa’s uninterested, semi-grossed out, gruff voice cuts through your bubble and brings you back to earth “the beach is closed now, we’re heading back” you can’t help but laugh and kiss the man you loved before you took his hand heading back for your stuff. “Did I mention that your room is next to mine? And that your stuff is already in my room?” “WHAT? That’s PERFECT! A B L E S S I N G FOR ME ” He shouts and you laugh slipping your sandals on and picking up your towels which he takes from you before taking your hand again. “A blessing for me too Zashi” you lay your head on his shoulder as you walk. “Maybe you could help me conserve water too” you blush and your stomach flips when you suggest it. “how so?” He knows the answer he just wants to hear you say it. you were at the elevators and you pressed the up button before leaning up to his ear “shower with me” you whispered and lightly bit his earlobe. The short elevator ride and walk to your room was filled with kisses and touches, your body felt electric, you finally got the man of your dreams and he loved you back, you laughed as you tried to unlock the door your hands shaking from excitement, he just kissed your cheek softly taking the key from you and opening the door easily. As soon as the door closed he was slowly undressing you both and leading you to the bathroom.

“I know we’re feeling very sexy time now, and god I want you Zashi, but” you voice was quiet and look at your hands that were slowly moving down his shirtless body to his swim shorts “please if you love me, let me wash your hair for you?”

Your shower together was pure love adoration. When he first saw your naked body he could have wept at your beauty. He wanted to kiss every inch of you, but instead he’d save that worship for the bed. He told you how beautiful you are and took your hands in his, kissing your knuckles, before leading you into a hot shower.

There are no words to describe how absolutely loved he feels when your fingers comb through his hair as you rinse the conditioner out, it’s been washed out for a few seconds now but you can’t help but softly run your fingers through his hair and kiss his shoulders. Your hands start to give him a neck rub and he moans from how good it feels.

“I love you” you whisper to him softly as he wraps a towel around you, his heart bursts in his chest when he hears you say it, he still can hardly believe this is real. “I love you too y/n” his voice quiet as you face him, running four hands over his shoulders. “You’re beautiful, Hizashi” he blushes such a deep shade of pink, no ones ever called him that. Cute and hot but never beautiful. Never in such a loving way. You take his hand and kiss his knuckles softly, leading him into the bedroom where you would show each other just how much you loved each other.

[hopelesshawks]

Physical Fatality Part 16- Epilogue

18+ Hawks x fem, pro hero!reader

Summary: You’re a rising star in All Might’s agency. Hawks is the darling of Endeavor’s. By virtue of your job descriptions, the two of you are supposed to hate each other, or at the very least be cautiously neutral. For a long time that’s exactly what the two of you did. You stayed out of each other’s way and formed little opinion of the other. One fateful night at an HPSC gala changes all that. Based on the album Hopeless Fountain Kingdom by Halsey.

If you don’t want to see Physical Fatality content blacklist #hopelesspf

This story will have multiple NSFW parts so it is 18+ ONLY minors dni

Warnings for su*cide mention, alcoholism mention, oral (receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk

Masterlist Kofi

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Remembering the Lost Lovers

Today marks the anniversary of the day that shook Japanese hero society to its core.

Three years ago pro heroes Artemis and Hawks went missing after the two went after a dangerous terrorist cell on their own. Although their bodies were never recovered, the two have been presumed dead after the structure was almost completely leveled in the fight. The two have been credited for subduing all but one of the villains, who was apprehended shortly after by pro heroes Deku and Tsukuyomi.

As to the reason why the two lovers took on such a dangerous feat on their own?

According to pro-heroes Dynamight and Shoto, the decades long feud between All Might and Endeavor is to blame. Rumor has it Artemis was set to lose her job over her and Hawks’ involvement and the supposed drama it brought. Desperate to prove that their love wasn’t a hindrance to their work, the two boldly took on a mission too big for just two people to take on without back up. In the wake of their tragic deaths, both All Might and Endeavor received backlash for their role in pushing Hawks and Artemis too far and the clear damage their rivalry had caused. Both agreed to end the feud in order to avoid such tragedy again and, as a show of good faith, stepped down as the heads of their respective agencies. Shoto and Deku have been running things ever since.

On this day let us remember the Lost Lovers of Japan and their bold sacrifice, not just to keep us safe but for each other and their love.

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“Pancakes or waffles?”

“Pancakes.”

“Got it.”

Keigo walks into the kitchen where you’re making breakfast, your back to him as you stand over the stove, flipping the bacon in one pan as you begin heating up another. He moves up right behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and dropping a kiss to your shoulder.

“Good morning Love, happy anniversary,” Keigo coos in your ear. “Happy anniversary,” you grin as you turn to press a kiss to his lips. “You see the article Sho sent us?” he asks. “Not yet. What’s it about?” you reply. “Us. Apparently they’re calling us the Lost Lovers of Japan.” “Sounds romantic.” “It is. Apparently we took on the entire terrorist organization together to prove our love wasn’t a hindrance to our work.” You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Damn even in death they won’t give me full credit,” you joke. “I’m a little offended to be honest. If both of us had gone together from the start? Would’ve had ‘em easy,” Keigo scoffs. “Really now?” “Absolutely. Power of love and all that.” “You’re an idiot.” “But I’m your idiot.” “That you are.”

You turn back to the stove to pour the pancake batter into the now hot pan but Keigo has other plans. He presses tighter against you, dropping another kiss to your shoulder before moving up to your neck. At first you pay him no mind, even though you can feel his growing erection starting to press insistently against you. Then he starts sucking and nipping at your neck more earnestly. You feel your panties dampen immediately but still try to shy away from his touch. “Don’t Kei, the breakfast,” you whine good-naturedly causing him to chuckle even as he tightens his hold around you to make sure you can’t escape. “Fuck breakfast, come back to bed with me,” he insists, grinding his erection into you for emphasis as his hands slip under your shirt and wander to your breasts. “You’re incorrigible,” you groan but the wide grin stretching your face belies any rebuke in the sentence. “Well?” He asks. “Ok just let me take everything off the stove at least.” “No need,” he replies as he literally drags you away from the stove and then using a few feathers to help him hefts you over his shoulder and starts carrying you to the bedroom. Your laughter echoes through your modest apartment as he sends a few more feathers to move things off the stove.

It’s insane to think it’s already been three years since that fateful day you and Hawks decided to give up everything.

You still remember Bakugo blasting in and finding the two of you holding each other close as Shoto created several ice columns to support the roof. He’d been pissed at first but something in the resigned and hopeless look you and Hawks must have had on your faces had made Bakugo pull up short. You and Hawks running away had been his idea, in fact. He and Shoto agreed to tell everyone they never found you and so you and Hawks had stolen away. Since then you’ve bounced from country to country, continent to continent, traveling and performing occasional vigilante work until about a year ago when the two of you finally settled down in one place. Your vigilante work has made the two of you urban legends around town but the city is large enough that no one has managed to identify you both as the vigilantes, nor has anyone recognized the two of you from your previous lives. Initially only Todoroki and Bakugo knew of your true location but the guilt of watching your other friends mourn had soon convinced them to tell Midoriya, Tokoyami, Mina, and Denki. All of you had agreed that visiting was too risky but you and Hawks made sure to call frequently and send postcards from your travels.

Things weren’t always pancakes and sunshine, especially in the beginning. The power of love didn’t magically cure your alcoholism and the two of you had had to contend with the fact you’d literally almost killed yourselves. It had taken time and a lot of healing, but without the pressures of the press and your bosses and work, the two of you had been able to work through it together. Through your vigilantism you’d even developed a healthier relationship with heroics and re-learned precisely what it was that made you want to be a hero in the first place.

It’s not perfect, both of you contend with your occasional bouts of homesickness, but it’s so much better than where you were when the two of you left and for that you are endlessly grateful.

Keigo drops you onto the bed, taking a moment to appreciate your bright laugh as his feathers return to him. It doesn’t take long for him to climb on top of you, pressing kisses all the way up to further encourage those giddy giggles that keep bubbling their way out of your chest. When he finally gets to your lips both of you are almost smiling too much to kiss properly, but then he grinds his hips down in just the right way to draw a moan out of both of you. The kiss turns hungry as Keigo slips his tongue in your mouth. You slide your hands beneath his old tshirt to drag your fingers along his torso before lifting his shirt off and over his head. He returns the favor, making quick work of your shirt before kissing down your torso to the waistband of your pajama pants. He carefully slides them and your panties down at the same time, drinking in every newly revealed inch of bare skin with a reverence you’ll never get used to. Once he’s finally removed the garments he presses kisses to your inner thighs, ever the tease, before finally licking a stripe up your waiting sex. You shiver under his attentive touch as he slowly begins to lave your folds with his tongue before slipping it inside you. He savors the taste of you on his tongue, knowing exactly where to apply pressure and how to lick to have you keening above him and moaning his praises. One of your hands finds its way to his hair to tangle there. At first you just idly play with the locks as you close your eyes and let yourself enjoy the feeling of his tongue inside you, but then his nose brushes along your sensitive clit and you can’t help but tighten your hand into a fist, tugging his hair in the process. He takes that as his cue to replace his tongue with his fingers and move his mouth to instead lavish attention on your clit. He licks and sucks at it as if his life depends on it, finger fucking you at a steady pace until you’re crying out your ecstasy, orgasm sending what feels like electricity crackling down your spine and through your fingertips.

Keigo draws back once your orgasm has passed but he isn’t done with you. He presses a gentle kiss to each and every scar he finds on your body, some of which are even from that fateful night three years ago, before he kisses your lips again. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it sends shivers down your spine. “Ready for another round already baby?” Keigo asks as one of his fingers finds its way to your pussy. “I’m always ready for you,” you respond as one of your hands goes to tangle in his wings. His reaction is immediate, eyes fluttering shut as he groans. He uses his feathers to roughly shuck off his sweatpants, his hands otherwise occupied as one supports his weight and the other collects the wetness gathering along your folds again already. “You’re so wet for me baby. You weren’t kidding when you said you were ready,” he teases as he massages your clit briefly before slipping two fingers in you almost immediately. “I want you. Want you inside me,” you tell him, tugging on his feathers to emphasize your point. He hisses, squeezing his eyes shut to focus on not spewing his load over your beautiful body immediately. “Patience baby,” he replies instead, adding another finger inside, but how can you be patient when he looks so beautiful above you? You wrap one hand around his achingly hard cock, gathering the precum already welling at the tip and use it as lube as you begin to stroke along his shaft. You have to resist the urge to smirk when his fingers stutter in their rhythm.

He abruptly removes his fingers and you whine at the sudden emptiness, although you can’t complain too much when you notice him use it to hold his balance as he curses and squeezes his eyes shut again. His hips move of their own volition, canting into your hand as he almost instinctively chases the pleasure you’re bringing him. “I’m not gonna last if you keep that up sweetheart,” he pants. “Maybe that’s the idea,” you tease but he shakes his head before gently grasping hold of your wrist to stop your hand’s movement. “I want to fill you up baby. Can’t do that if I’m painting that beautiful body of yours instead,” he tells you and it makes something melt inside of you. “What are you waiting for then?” you ask fondly. “So sassy today Love,” he chuckles as he lines himself up. You’re plenty prepared for him, taking each and every inch of his considerable girth with ease as if you were made for him and his dick. “You always take me so well,” he pants out. “You always prep me so well,” you counter. “I’m gonna start moving.” “Ok baby, do it.”

You will never get used to how perfect it feels to have Keigo thrusting into you. He starts out slow and languid, easing you into things before he starts to pick up the pace. Each tug on his feathers and every moan of his name just spurs him on more as he fucks into you. “Fuck baby I love you so much,” he moans. “I love you too. I love you so much Keigo,” you reply without hesitation. He continues to fuck into you harder and harder until finally he hits that perfect spot inside you and you cry out as you fly into your second orgasm of the night. Your walls clench and flutter around him, as he chases his own pleasure now. His rhythm starts to get sloppy as he gets closer and closer, your fingers and quirk playing through his wings to help get him there faster. With one final thrust he moans out your name and topples into his own orgasm, his cum filling you up in the most sinful way as he presses his face into the crook of your neck. After a moment he’s finally spent so he slips out and collapses onto the bed next to you. He’s quick to pull you in to cuddle against him, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

The two of you just stay like that, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms and the companionable silence. After awhile, as he rubs your back soothingly and you listen to his heartbeat through his chest, he finally speaks up. “I think it’s about time we head back to Japan,” he admits. You perk up at that, raising your head to look up at your boyfriend properly. “You think so?” you ask and he nods almost immediately. “I know you’ve been getting just as homesick as I have and I think we’re ready.” “It won’t be easy. Three years is a long time to be away with everyone thinking we’re dead.” “I know, but as long as you’re with me I think we’ll be ok. What do you think?” “I think you’re right,” you smile up at him. “Good, because the others would kill me if I tried to marry you when they couldn’t come,” he replies nonchalantly. “What did you just say?” you ask, bolting more upright in bed. “I said-“ “No, no I heard what you said. What do you mean?” you ask cutting him off. He chuckles at the bewildered look on your face as he sits up in the bed too. He leans over to open the bedside drawer, rummaging around for a minute before producing a small box. He turns back to face you fully and opens the box to reveal a simple diamond ring inside. Your hands instinctively fly up to cover your mouth in shock. “(Y/n) (y/l/n),” he begins and you can already feel tears welling in your eyes, “I have loved you since the first night we met. I know it took a lot for us to get here but I would do it all again and again and again so long as it meant I got to stay by your side. Will you make me the luckiest idiot in this whole stupid world and marry me?” “Yes! Absolutely yes,” you gasp around happy tears as you launch yourself into Keigo’s arms. He laughs and it’s the most pure and idyllic sound you’ve ever heard. He pulls back just enough to take the ring from its box and slip it onto the ring finger of your left hand. You stare at it in wonder for a moment before turning back to your boyfriend- no- fiancé and kissing him with all of the overflowing love you feel for him in that moment. “I can’t wait to start a family with you,” Keigo confesses and it makes your heart swell up even more. “Me neither. Let’s hurry up and get back home. I’ve got a wedding to plan,” you smile. “Sounds perfect,” Keigo grins back.

For a long time you thought you were destined for just a good enough ending with a man you didn’t really love. Now you’re staring into the eyes of the love of your life, standing on the cusp of your very own happily ever after.

You’ve never been so glad to be wrong in your life.

Author’s Note: I said a happy ending and I meant it! It made me very happy to write this chapter because Hawks and (y/n), but especially (y/n), have been through so much, it’s great to write them finally happy. This fic was a bit of a monster of an endeavor because of the music element and the themes it was going to have to cover and it’s such a different vibe than Official Accounts that I didn’t know how well it would do on my blog. I am so so happy that it’s received so much love and I’m grateful for all of you that stuck with it. Hopefully I’ll see you on my next fic ❤️

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[zuffer-weird-girl]

Hey, Could you do a overhaul scenario Dedicated to the song "Kiss it all better" By he is we?

ANGST 😈 *maniacal laugh*

Tartarus was such a cold and cruel place... Of course it had to be that way, it imprisioned the worst and most dangerous villains of all Japan on there.

One of those prisoners had the once young leader of the Shie Hassaikai, his villain name was once Overhaul, the same of his own quirk... but his actual name was Chisaki. Chisaki Kai.

He sits in his cell

and he lays on his bed.

Sorrow and emptiness enveloping his entire body and mind as the events pass through his head, like a torturous flashback he was obligated to watch over and over again.

They didn't know why he did all of that... they just told and assumed he was a heartless and some type of bastard monster... but no. He had his reasons for all of he had done. The bullets... the experiments... all of them had purpose.

Not only to give Pops his gratitude, bring the Shie Hassakai back to their glory days... no. It had another reason... one that was permanent craved on his heart and soul to remind him of how useless he was on that night of years ago...

Shakily breathing out, the memories of a distant past started to overtake the recent events... but yet, he thought those were the most painful ones...

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"Ouch!" He snapped his head from the book he was reading to see his lover hissing, clenching her wrist with her other hand as she muttered some curse words.

He sighed out loud and got up from his seat, marking the page where he had stopped to grab the first kit aid nearby as he got back to the kitchen isle where she was located.

"Third time only this week." He said in false annoyance as she pouted with puppy dog eyes at him, those beautiful (E/c)'s eyes he came to love. He rolled his eyes while muttering to her to hand him the sliced finger.

"You're so clusmy... 19 years already, and can't even cut something without cutting yourself along with it." he commented nonchantly as he ignored her wincing when he applied some disinfectant on the injury before wrapping it up with a band aid.

"Yet you love me for it!" He deadpanned at her before rolling his amber eyes again, closing the first kit aid before arching a eyebrow when his girlfriend fake coughed at him to catch his attention.

She extended her wrapped up finger with shyness yet playfulness on her eyes as she whispered the words for only him to hear, ones he had nostalgia of and still cringed a bit.

"Kiss it better?"

"... no. Grow up." He muttered and cringed a bit when she grabbed onto his sleeve and stared at him with kicked puppy eyes again. He groaned at that and picked her hand on his gloved one, lowering his mask with a 'I despise you sometimes', before lightly kissing the area where he had just wrapped up.

The smile she gaved to him was what gave him happines, a feeling that he was always deprived of when she wasn't around....

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He blinked up at the ceiling at remembering that one scene... he always used to complain when you sliced your finger accidentaly on a paper or cutting something... now, oh what he would do to do that again... Kissing slightly your injury again...

Feel you again...

The love of his life was you. No doubts... he had this feeling that you were The one ever since he was a child... and he lost it...

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"Chisaki-kun?" A girly and childish voice echoed in the air, interrupting his muttering and sniffling before he looked up in both annoyance and shock.

"What do you want?" He hissed while looking at the opposed direction of where the girl was taking a seat next to him.

"I heard you got into a fight again..." she muttered with her hands on her lap before taking the courage to look up at him again "Are you okay?"

He looked at her with dead eyes while arching an eyebrow, the bandage on his left cheek evident while she cringed a bit.

"Right, stupid question... does it still hurt?" You asked in innocence while he scoffed, waiting for Pops to get out of that room as he talked with the principal and teacher.

He jerked a bit away when you touched his cheek, glaring at you as a warning for not touching again.

"It does..." you said sadly with furrowed eyebrows as he muttered for you to leave him alone... yet you didn't, noticing how he tightened his jaw as his eyes were slowly turning to pink instead of white...

You poked your fingers together before snapping them when an idea popped into your head.

"Can I try something? It maybe will get better a bit..."

He doubted that, the pain was bearable... but the one on his chest wasn't...

Though, when he felt the pair of your lips touching his cheek, right on the injury wrapped up, he felt all the cold on the room being replaced by a warm feeling... a rather good type of warm.

He looked at you as if you had grew three head while covering the place where you had kissed it... he felt his face burning up at not only by your action but also by that smile you gave him.

"I kissed it to make it all better." You said before you let out a chuckle "it's not very efficient but it does help a bit sometimes... so? Did it help?"

He didn't even blinked as his expression of shock was still permanent on his face... he couldn't even answer you since Pops had gotten out right on the moment his lips had moved to speak again...

"We talk tommorow then, bye Chisaki!" You waved at him when he looked a bit back while walking alongsides Pops...

He touched the place again, still finding weird the warmth that it brought to him...

'Kiss it all better' huh?

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He took a sharp breath as he remembered taht inep memroy in specific... metal arms and hands coming to covers his face as the most painful moment of his life started to replay all over it again.

The motivitation to him to have started to give it a end to those heroes.... the one day where he became that cruel and cold monster that everyone told that he was...

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An night out... he never was once a fan of those, but he couldn't help but attend to your wishes once or twice... after all, you were special to him. Dearest to his called cold heart.

"Such a great place Kai!" You chirped happily as you both walked side by side towards his newest car "But you know you didn't had to spend all of that on me you know?"

That little pout on your lips was just so adorable... it showed him how innocent, pure and a bit of a brat that you were. His loved one.

"Nonsense." He scoffed as he adjusted his black mask on his face "If you kept insisting like that over at least 2 weeks to go out, then the least I could do was to afford a place where it has their dignity."

Your giggles echoed on the empty street as the lights of the streets iluminated your path to his car.

He took slowly your hand on his covered one, thumb brushing over your palm as he didn't mind it to look at your smile to prevent a blush to spot him.

Just in the moment he went to take his car keys, his ears caught some suspecting sounds on the near alleyway. Arching his eyebrow at it he brought you close to the car muttering for you to stay back as he took a couple of steps to catch a glimpse of what was that.

Your giggles made him deadpan when he noticed what was exactly making the sound... a stray cat on the dumpster.

"Never expected that you would get protective of me due to a cat Kai."

"Shut your mouth." He growled before you widened your eyes at him... he didn't got why exactly that until he heard a 'click' right on the back of his head.

"Hands on the air yakusa thug where I can see them." A young man with a cape said arrogantly as he rolled his eyes but still complied...

He wasn't on the mood to deal with that kind of bullshit.

"S-Sir what's going on?" You asked shakily as another gun was aimed right to you after by the same guy.

"Shut it. Both of you are from some yakusa am I right? You two are coming with me!"

"Says the motive and we might think about it." Chisaki rolled his eyes before giving the guy a cold glare "We didn't do anything for this incopentent."

"I SAID NOT TO MOVE!" He clicked the gun and Chisaki still took a couple of steps to stand in front of you.

"K-Kai..." you whined silently while gripping on his black tshirt... he could sense it and see it how scared you were, and that pained him to no ends. He couldn't get on a fight with a hero, and he still didn't know one hundred per cent the anatomy of the human kind, so he had to be careful with his choices to not prejudice neither the Shie Hassaikai neither his lover.

"Listen." He growled "Whatever you gave as a excuse to scout us, it won't work without a motive or a proof. So let us go."

"You yakusas are always the same. Arrogant little pieces of shits with your dirty sluts to make you company!" His amber eyes grew dark at the man's words as he shoved hsi sleeves up.

"Do not insult my girlfriend in front of me you disgusting fucking piece of-" you quickly got what the young hero was trying to do, anger Chisaki to the point of attacking him to shoot him with a fucked up excuse of "self-defence"

"KAI WAIT-!" you pulled on his right arm to get him out of the way before the young hero shooted with closed eyes and trembling hand on you instead of Chisaki.

Both mens widened their eyes as the young hero dropped both of his guns and stared in horror of what he had just done while Chisaki shouted out for your name as he grabbed your body before it could collide to the ground.

Your breath was becoming quicker and shorter as Kai stared at where the bullet hat pierced your skin.

The man ran and that infuriated Chisaki to no ends.

"COWARD!" He shouted after the hero "GET BACK HERE-!" he moved a bit but you winced in pain... the warmth of your body was slowly fading away as he felt himself start to panick.

"K-Kai..." tears rolled down your cheeks as he ripped his sleeves in a effort to stuck the blood before grabbing his phone.

"Is alright. I'm calling back up. Be strong a bit for me (Y/n). Please." He dialogued the numbers but the call didn't last since Kurono wasn't answering for some reason. "DAMMIT KURONO!"

"K-Kai..." you breathed out before coughing a bit of blood as rain drops started to fall from teh sky "I-I-Im... n-not ready to... to g-go..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" He shouted while holding tight on you "You're gonna be alright..." his hand carresed your hair in a effort to comfort both of you "You're with me, everthing is going to turn out just fine... is my fault this, I take responsibility-"

"I-Is not... your fault l-love..."

"It is!" He shouted in anger as he got a message from his childhood friend apologizing for not picking it up, sending himself a message to help him.

"... Kai... you couldn't k-know that he w-was..." you coughed as more blood spilled out as he scolded you to stop talking...

"Kai... I-I..." with the little strenght you had, you gripped on the collar of his shirt to catch his attention, serious golden eyes now filled with tears that were mixed with the rain drops "I... can I-I have one... one last t-thing..?"

"Is not going to be the last..." he whispered but still was ready to attend your wish anyway...

"... kiss.. it... all b-better...." you were fading out of consciousness constantly but he managed to catch that, ripping the mask out of his face as he grabbed your face in his hands and crashed his lips on yours... your tongue weakly interlocked with his before your head dropped in a faint smile at him as your eyes closed slowly.

"No! Don't! DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES ON ME NOW (Y/N)! NOT NOW! DO NOT DARE TO-!" a disgusting sob caught on his throat made him lower down his voice pathetically as you rested your head on his chest.

"I'm... ready... no..w." he shook you a bit as he pleaded to god, to you, to anyone to not do this to him as he kneeled on the wet and dirty ground of the street...

Your hands and body were so cold now... his anger and sadness build up on him so much that with along with a loud thunder he clinged your body to his as his nails dig on your skin, screaming a bloody shout at the sky as the rain intensified.

When his throat was throbbing he had taken a pause to breath, your dead body still on his arms as a light of a car iluminated him from behind as he breathed in and out..

"Chisaki!" The voice of Pops echoed along with the rain that hitted the grounds... but Kai's attention wasn't on either of them... no.

The car's light iluminated the weapon that that hero used to kill his lover.

His gaze was murderous yet avoid of any life as he got up and carrying his girlfriend in bridal style... not caring for once on his life at how dirty he was with your blood and not even daring to explain to Pops whem the old man gasped at the sign of the dead body on his arms.

"Chisaki..." the elder muttered as Kai handed it to Kurono, which was driving the car, your dead body before making his way to crouch down on the ground, eyes not even blinking as he grabbed the gun and load it.

"... I will be back..." he muttered darkly before slowly walking on the path that hero had taken to run.

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Years had passed since them and nobody ever discovered what had happened with that spefic hero... asides from him.

He tortured the son of a bitch. And when he was satisfied with the guy's suffering, he released him from the chains and gave him a chance to run for his life ... before shooting without any pity in the man's back. Overhauling the body without remorse or caring that if screwed up or not, since at that time he did not have that much of knowledge.

He felt his eyes grow heavier and heavier as the minutes grew by as one last memory helped him to ease his sadness... even for just a bit.

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A choked and shocked gasp caught his attention when he was passing by the halls of his home... Taking a glimpse of the living room he saw you breathing in and out as some quiet sobs manifested.

He made his way and sitted besides you quietly with furrowed eyebrows but still monotonous eyes as you sniffled once or twice before noticing his presence.

"Nightmare?" He asked with an arched eyebrow as you nodded sadly. He sighed with a hand on his neck before he took the courage to mutter "Whatever it was, it's a irrational fear."

"Why is that?" You sniffled before you yelped at the flip on your forehead.

"Because if I'm with you, nothing neither no one is ever going to harm you idiot... understood?" You blushed at his words but soon nodded with a smile that left him feeling all warm again as he scoffed.

Just when he was about to lift up, he tensed when you grabbed his hand with puppy eyes looking up at him.

"Stay with me? Until I fall asleep again?" You asked shyly and sweetly... and he couldn't bring himself to even complain as he slowly took his seat on the couch again... allowing you to lay your head on his shoulder as he awkwardly wrapped one arm around you with a sigh.

Your breath soon slowed down, indicating him that you fell soundly asleep again... giving him the chance to smile and to take off his mask to place a sweet and warm kiss on your lips without your knowledge...

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One lonely tear rolled down from his eye as he repeated the words to himself as the exaustion took over his soul and body.

"Stay with me until I fall asleep..."

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Happy Sinday Mrs. Z! And VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MRS. LOGAN! Could I please request BondVillian!Kylo treating/comforting/spoiling Agent after a particularly tough mission? I bet that man knows how to really treat a lady 😭❤️

Anonymous said:  Thank you so much for hosting Sinday!! This is my first time requesting something and I’ve looked over your FAQ so many times so I hope I’m doing this right. If you want to, can I please request “i dont know how to exist in a world without you” from the angsts/sad prompts with Bond Villain!Kylo?? Thank you so much!

(1.2k, mentions of gun violence/non-graphic mention of injury) 

You’re dressing your wound for the day, when he comes barging in. Immediately, your hand reaches for the gun strapped to your thigh and you level it in the direction of the doorway to the lavish hotel suite you’re staying in – before you drop it onto the bed with a sigh and a little purse of your lips.

“You know, you’ve got to learn how to knock.” You regard him, Kylo Ren, arch nemesis for all intents and purposes.

���Why?” Mr. Ren asks, as he steps out of his boots and shrugs off his coat, plopping it down onto the little love seat by the fireplace as if this were his hotel room and not yours.

“You might see something you wish you hadn’t.” You raise a brow, gesturing to your state of undress. You’re not completely naked, sitting mostly in your lazy lounging undergarments and wrapped up in a robe. You’re comfortable for once, not dressed up to the nines, because why should you be? You had no plans aside from rest.

“There’s not a part of you that wish I haven’t seen.” Mr. Ren comes closer to you, but stops a respectable distance away. He’s already seen you naked of course, and you both know this, but he doesn’t make a fuss about it. Mr. Ren’s strange in that he doesn’t make a fuss about much, when it comes to you. He puts his hands in his pockets and asks, “Are you okay?”

The question catches you off guard. You aren’t sure when the last person who asked that and actually meant it was. You just blink at him, before shrugging and putting the medical tape down, turning to face him. He’s dressed entirely too casually today, which is also something that catches you off guard. You’re used to seeing him in tuxedos and three-piece suits all the time, this worn tshirt and jeans combination is unexpected.

“Of course I’m okay, I have to be -- being okay is in the job description.” You say, giving him what you think is a placating smile, but he sees right through it.

“Honey – ” He starts, but you cut him off and hold a finger up.

“Don’t call me honey.” You shake your head, and he quirks a smile, looks down bashfully. Your heart thumps in your throat, you’re so close to throwing everything away and running off with this man, this insane, evil, genius of a man. You’re so close, and you can’t let yourself fall any deeper for him, and you just know that hearing him regard you with such warmth would tip you over the edge.

“Then what should I call you?” Mr. Ren asks genuinely, his hazel eyes shining in the sun that spills into the suite.

“Agent works just fine.” You reply, voice clipped. You’re not expecting him to crack into a great big grin, but he does, and the urge to kiss him is nearly too strong to ignore.  

“Alright then, Agent, be honest with me. How’s that hole in the side of your stomach doing?” He gestures to your body, which you’ve wrapped up in the robe.

“She’s hanging in there, they patched me up pretty well.” You say, pulse thrumming in your throat as you lick your lips and offer, “Do you want to see?”

“If you’re comfortable showing me.” Mr. Ren nods, and you slowly begin to untie the sash of the robe. He gives you the privacy of looking away for a moment, glances down at his fingernails. “I’ve dealt with them, by the way. The man who shot you, he’s dead and on his way to the bottom of the ocean, Debby’s going to take care of him for us.”

“I didn’t hear that.” You shake your head fondly, almost wanting to roll your eyes at him for admitting to illegal activity to an Mi6 agent, but he knows, and you know, that you won’t do anything about it. Instead, you shrug the robe off one arm and show him the perfectly bandaged little area, clean and dressed. “Look, all better.”

Mr. Ren’s jaw clenches and un-clenches, and his eyes soften. He very hesitantly reaches a hand out, looks to you for permission, which you give him with a silent nod of your head. He smooths his palm gently over the gauze, sighs.

“Are you here for long? They’re giving you time to rest, I hope.” He sounds so caring, so concerned about you, you chew at your lip because of it. You’ve never had someone to care about you this much.

“They’ve booked me through the weekend, but then it’s back to base for the next adventure. Why?” You furrow your brow just the tiniest bit, trying to make sense of him. He was evil! He was a villain, he was a mastermind, a murderer, a thief! But you don’t feel afraid, no, you feel more comfort than you have in a long time, and you just couldn’t figure him out, couldn’t figure out why he chose you of all people, you who was supposed to be bringing him to justice.

“Let me stay with you, let me take care of you.” He says, taking a daring scoot closer towards you on the bed. You let him.

“I don’t need you.” You say, staring at his mouth for a moment while he runs his tongue nervously over his plush bottom lip, looking around as if to check that no one is listening in. You whisper and lean in to gently place your forehead on his. “But I won’t lie to you and tell you that I don’t want you.”

Mr. Ren lays the both of you down, carefully so you don’t aggravate the wound in your side. He tucks you up against him, lets your head pillow on his chest as he rubs soothing circles on your back underneath your robe. You shudder out a happy sigh, not used to human contact like this.

“I promise you, under my watch, nothing bad like this will ever happen to you again.” Mr. Ren pets back your hair, simply holds you, and you let yourself be held as you nuzzle your face into his neck. “Call me selfish, call me insane, call me whatever you’d like – but I don’t know how to exist in a world without you, 007.”

“You’re an incredibly confusing man, Mr. Ren.” Your throat tightens up with emotion that you don’t want to process, feelings for him that you don’t want to face. They could have your badge for this – they could have your badge for a lot less than this, and yet, yet you never want him to let go.

“Don’t call me Mr. Ren.” He teases you gently, and you huff out a little laugh into the pit of his throat.

“Then what should I call you?” You parrot his earlier sentiment, only this time when you look up at him, he’s got nothing but stars in his eyes for you, and you’re sure…you’re certain that yours look the same.

“Kylo works just fine.” He whispers as he carefully caresses your cheek with the pad of his thumb, making your heart beat double time.

“Alright then, Kylo.” You reply, making him smile.

And as the sunshine comes into the suite on this quiet afternoon, as he holds you and presses the softest kiss to your forehead, as he gives you the permission to relax that you never even knew you needed, you find you’re smiling too.

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It's anon who requested Kendo Rappa, aND OMFG THE RAPPA FIC WAS GREAT- thank u so much for that master piece ;-; anyway- Could I get a Overhaul x Fem!reader nsfw scenario where reader and overhaul are in bed together and shes just teasing his morning wood for a long time, but that pisses him off eventually so he just snaps ;)) I THIRST for these villains

Awww thank you I’m glad you liked it!! And ofc my love!! I thirst hella hard for villains too so one NSFW Overhaul coming up!

Tease

Pairing: Overhaul x (F)Reader

Warnings: Bondage, ball gag, choking, drooling, oral, anal, degrading, and overstim.

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Normally, when you wake up next to Kai, you actually wake up to him as he’s drinking a cup of coffee but this morning was different. You looked over at his side of the bed to see no cup of coffee so you thought he might be sick since you heard the shower running. Little did you know, it was because he had a case of morning wood due to his lewd dream he had about you. You got up and went fix Chisaki his normal cup of coffee. Once Kai was out of his cold shower, his problem was still on high alert, if you know what I mean, so he got dressed into some boxers and a black tshirt. He was glad to see that you weren’t there so he was able to sneak back under the covers and lay there, hoping his hard on would go away.

“Hey Kai, I got you some coffee” you said as you set the mug down on his nightstand. “You feeling okay?” You asked as you slipped into bed next to him.

“Yeah just in pain.” He said which wasn’t a complete lie because he was painfully erect. He was laying on his side with his back to you and he felt your arm snake around his torso.

“What is hurting you?” You asked as you kissed up his neck which only added to his arousal.

“My stomach.” He huffed and you could see his blush rising as your rubbed your hand on his chest underneath his shirt. Then it clicked. Kai Chisaki had morning wood. You smirk softly as you rubbed his lower stomach.

“Is this were it hurts?” You asked as your hand lightly danced on his skin. You pulled him back so he was laying on his back and you cuddled up to him.

“Yeah-...what are you doing?” Kai asked as your hand rested on his waistband of his boxers.

“Trying to add heat to your stomach ache.” You stated in matter a fact way. You kissed his cheek softly before you trailed kisses down to his jaw. Your hand slipped under his waistband and just rested above his hard on. This pissed Kai off making him grab your throat as he got on top of you.

“What the fuck do you think this is hm? You think I’m your little toy to play with? Wanna tease me like that and not even offer to help.” Chisaki asked with a low growl, making you moan softly at the pressure around your throat.

“Kai~” you moaned out, gasping when he grinds down on you.

“You like when I choke you don’t you? You little slut!” He whispered as he kissed down your neck, making you nod in agreement.

“Wanna treat me like a toy...I should show you what a toy is and how to use it. Make you beg. Make you take my cock like the slut you are.” Kai said as he pulled of your shirt, kissing your already exposed breast.

“Please Kia..” you started but his hand slapped your face softly.

“What’s my name?” He asked as he pulled off your shorts and purple lace panties. “These are new.” He said as he leaned over and placed the purple lace into his nightstand.

“Sir I’m sorry. You’re name is sir.” You bit your lip softly before pouting at the panty thief.

“There’s a good girl.” He said with a small smirk. While his degrading words added to your arousal, his praise made you get butterflies. Kai pushed one finger into your core making you moan out softly. “Don’t moan. Toys don’t make noise.” He said as he stuck a second finger inside your dripping core and pumped them into you quickly. You covered your mouth with one hand but almost whined when you felt Kai remove his fingers. He walked away and you sat up about to say something.

“Hush. Toys don’t speak or move. So since you wanna move and speak, I’m gonna have to stop that.” Kai said as he pulled something out of your shared walk in closet. He walked back out with purple fuzzy cuffs and a ball gag.

“Lay on your stomach.” He commanded

“But toys don’t speak or move.” You shot back with a mischievous grin. Which made Kai walk over to you and throw the stuff on the bed. He grabbed your throat and pulled you up to his face.

“Let me rephrase then, shall I?” He started as his hand tightened around your throat. “My sex toy, you, only moves and speaks when told to.” He growled into your ear before tossing you back with some force, making your body bounce.

“But since you wanna use that little mouth of yours, let’s put it to good use. On your knees” He commanded and you listened this time. He dropped his boxers and you couldn’t help but blush as his size like you always did. You also noticed the large amount of pre cum that dripped from his tip. He grabbed your jaw which made you open your mouth and he quickly shoved himself inside your warm cavern.

“Mhm damn y/n, your mouth feels so good.” He said as he slowly thrust into your mouth as you swirled your tongue around his member to get all his pre cum. He was so horny from waiting so long that he was already close to his climax after a few thrust into your mouth. His pace picked up as he rammed into your throat, making you gag around his member and you waited for his hot cum to fill your mouth once you felt his dick twitch. He quickly pulled out and grabbed your jaw.

“Tongue out.” He moaned softly as he started rubbing his member quickly and then came all over your mouth and chest. You smirked as you then licked up as much as you could. Kai panted softly before he attached your lips to his for a rough makes out session.

“You like how I taste don’t you?” He asked as he kissed down your neck.

“...y-...yes sir.” You said softly, hesitating at first as you were slightly confused on if you could respond or not.

“Now time to shut you up.” He said as he grabbed the ball gag and popped it in your mouth. It was actually rather smaller than most because while he said he wanted to shut you up, he loved hearing you moan out. The main reason for the ball gag was to watch you drool and make a mess of yourself.

He flipped you over on your stomach and handcuffed your hands behind your back. You squirmed slightly at the slight discomfort at first and your ass was met with a light sting from Kai slapping it. You quickly stopped moving only to try and roll your shoulders to get comfortable. Kai noticed your struggling and while he liked the view, he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable. He’d take you in a different position but then he’d risk you choking on your spit if you were on your back. He undid the cuffs and then cuffed your hands back, but this time in front of you. He pulled your body back so that your lower half was hanging off the bed.

“You’re lucky I take care of my things and toys.” He whispered down in your ear before he dipped his fingers into your core, making your body jolt slightly. Kai kisses down your back, leaving a trail of hickies and occasional bite marks on your ass as his fingers pumped into you. There was already a large pool of drool down your chin, jaw, and neck.

“You’re such a good little slut, the way you clench around my fingers.” Kai said against your skin, quickening the thrust of his fingers, curling them upwards as he did so. He now had four fingers jammed inside your sopping core, making you softly moan and clench around him.

“You gonna cum on my fingers? Do it you little whore.” He said as he grabbed your ass, pulling it apart to see his fingers disappear in your pussy. Kai was definitely hard again and wanted to fuck the shit out of you right now, but knew he had to prove a point. After Chisaki gave permission for you to meet you release, you quickly took the opportunity and came all over his slim fingers as you pant around the rubber gag. You straggled out a moan when he connected his mouth to your dripping core and began to eat you out like it was his last meal. Hearing your mumbled moans pushed him to continue and force you to another orgasm. He started to stroke himself before he pulled away to take off his shirt that remained. He started to thrust into the curve of your ass being he wanted to show you that while you are his toy, doesn’t mean you always get to be pleasured to. Kai wanted to feel you all around his cock so I grabbed your thighs and pushed them together before he thrusted into the space between them.

“F-fuck y/n, see. This is what I do with my toys. I use them to please myself...like the way I fuck your thighs” He strangled out, gripping your hips as he continued. You clenched your thighs around him, adding to his pleasure. You were sure he was gonna spank you but being the amount of pleasure it caused him, he let it slip past him. Just as he was about to come, he went back between your ass and finally came all over your back and ass.

“You’re so fuckin filthy.” Chisaki panted, massageing your sticky ass from his cum. You gasped once you felt his finger prode your asshole. You were able to make an audible moan and this drove Kai. He looped his finger in the band of the ball gag and pulled you up by it before he ripped it off. He turned you to face him and he smirked at the drool that drenched your face and chest. Chisaki pushed you back down before he began to pump his fingers inside your tight ass, adding a second one after awhile.

“Moan for me.” Kai commanded, making you moan out when he curled his fingers in your ass. He pulled them out before he pushed his hard member back into you. You knew this might be the last time he’d cum for the day but you were okay with that. Kai rocked his hips back and forth, ramming into your tight ass, pulling your cheeks apart to see the view.

“You fuck me so good, Sir~” you moan out, bringing your bound hands under your chest so you can arch your back more. Kai saw your movement and picked your hips up so your knees were now resting on the bed and then you sunk back down on them as your upper body still laid down flat besides the arch in your back. His paces started to pick up as he was chasing his own high again. His hand snakes under your body and started rubbing your clit to push you closer as well.

“Fuck...” he moaned softly before he pulled out. He quickly flipped you over before he attached his mouth to your core again. You were so keen to release that it didn’t take you long for your orgasm to build up.

“Sir, can I cum?” You asked, pushing your hips closer to his mouth. You were kinda glad he was in this state of mind because he wasn’t paying much attention to your movements.

“No.” Chisaki bluntly stated before he grabbed one of your legs and hooked it over his shoulder. He lined himself up with you and started to rail into you. You were a moaning mess and your instinct was to reach up and pull at his hair but your hands hesitated.

“What a good fuck toy.” He said as he brought his hand around your throat again. “Learned your lesson have you?” Kai asked as he continued to thrust inside your abused core. “Either you touch me and I cum on your stomach or you stay here and I cum inside you.” He grunted against your thigh that was on his shoulder, giving it rough bites.

You had to fight a battle with yourself. Touch him and have a mess on your stomach was a really good idea because you liked the mess he made on you or have him fill you up. Your bounded hands shot up and grabbed his hair, yanking him down to you. He released your leg and gripped your hips with his now free hand. You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck and kissed him roughly, making his speed pick up.

“Kai-...sir.” You started which made his grip around your throat tighten then release. “I’m gonna cum...please can I?” You asked against his lips when you felt him twitch inside you.

“Come on my dick you eager slut.” He whispered as he bit your earlobe. You moaned loudly as your climax crashed into you like a tsunami wave. Kai followed soon after but he pulled out and came all over your stomach, have it pool in your belly button. He kinda went limp and just rested on top of you. You played in his hair softly, smiling softly as you knew he only had so much energy in him.

“Come on love, get up so I can clean the mess you-...mess we made.” You corrected yourself being you had a part in this too. Kai’s head shot up but was stopped by your bounded hands. He snuck out of them and went grab the key.

“Are you trying to tell me what to do?” He asked as he dangled the key in front of you. “Remember what you are.” Kai smirked as he went to the bathroom to clean himself up. You shimmied off the bed but that was a bad idea cause as soon as your feet touched the floor, they buckled causing you to collapse to the ground.

“What the fu-...y/n. Tsk tsk tsk, you know I was going to take care of you. I know my little fuck toy can’t take too much. Plus I told you, you’re lucky I take care of my things and toys. You are apart of that.” He scolded you as he looked at you. You noticed he was now fully dressed in his normal attire.

“I’m not gonna fix the bed though because we aren’t finsished just yet.” Kai smirked before releasing your hands and helping you up.

A/n:

Heyyy, hoped you liked it. I kinda got carried away with this one 😅 Reminder, request are opennn🙂

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[forever-more-never-again]

Thaw (A Request)

Requested: Anonymous

Word Count: 2375

Pairing: Natasha X Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, murder, fighting

Request: Could you do a Natasha x mutant reader where the reader has frost powers and she can control ice/snow/temperature? Maybe the reader starts off as a villain and gets arrested, then the avengers find out about her powers and send Natasha to recruit her? Thx luv

A/n: Didn’t specify a happy ending so ahahahaha....I may have made this a little angsty....  hahaha don’t hurt me, enjoy

Masterlist

Time seemed to stand still as you ran through the siberian forest.

The snow was pristine and the lack of any animals made it seem like you were running through molasses.

The scenery never changing.

Of course you didn’t feel the biting cold, you couldn’t feel the freezing snow under your bare feet, or the ice cold air drawn into your lungs.

Perks of being a mutant with ice abilities. You never got cold. Never felt cold. It was like you were immune to the one thing that made you a freak to normal people.

The reason you were currently on the run.

“Find them! Now! We can't let those documents fall into the wrong hands!”

The stern, bellowing voice broke through your reverie and you picked up your pace. The files in your hands tucked against your chest.

You had been paid top dollar to steal confidential files from an Avenger sanctioned Blacksite.

You didn’t know what was in the files, you didn’t need to know. 

To survive in a world that had only looked down on you, had been cruel and unjust, you did what you had to to survive. Which was how you found a group of mutants in America that used their abilities to be sold to the highest bidder to survive.

It didn’t matter who bought your service. Be it government, villains, civilians, as long as they followed the guidelines used by the group.

No real names. No contact except through a secure site. Payment up front. And complete discretion from both sides.

You had survived breaking a prisoner of war out from camps in the middle east, stealing a priceless artifact from high security museums. You had even gathered evidence on the occasional cheating spouse.

This was the first, and you thought grimly, last time you would take a request to steal something from the Avengers or SHIELD. 

When you dropped off the files, you would make sure to pass the info to any customers. 

Because being chased by Captain America and Iron Man was not something you ever wanted to experience again.

“Got visuals on them...Holy Shit Cap’ it’s the Mercenary FrostBite!”

You growled low in your throat. Shit.

“Turn yourself in FrostBite! This doesn’t have to get messy!” Iron Man’s electronic voice boomed through the sky.

Turning quickly, without losing momentum, running backwards, you smirked up at the suit flying after you.

“How about no!” You shouted up at him before gulping in a breath of air and releasing it in a slow stream.

Before he could dodge, Iron Man’s entire suit was coated in ice and he fell like a brick out of the sky.

“Tony!”

Looking down, you saw Captain America sprinting towards me, gaze burning with determination.

You winked at him and blew a kiss, which brought up a huge wall of thick ice. And caused a flurry of snowflakes to block his line of sight.

Giving you just enough time to jump into the portal of one of the other Mutants and disappear back to the base in New Jersey.

“Woah. [Y/n], you look like hell. What happened?” The portal wielder, some young guy named Amuk, asked before shaking his head, “Never mind. I don’t care. Just get to the drop off site so you can go on your next mission.”

You huffed. You had just gotten chased by some of the Avengers. But that was the way it was around here. Everyone for themselves. No one was friends. If you died, no one cared. It was just a way to get money and survive.

You had a day before you had to drop the file off at the designated drop off site. And now you were curious.

What was so important in these files that someone paid for you to get them out of a blacksite used by the Avengers?

You tried to never look into what you were paid to steal, but this had your attention now, and the more you tried not to think about it, the more it called to you.

Finally you couldn’t take it anymore, and in the safety of your room, which was really just a hollowed out hole in the side of the abandoned subway station where the group lived, you flipped open the file.

A picture was the first thing to meet your curious gaze.

It showed a cell with the walls covered in plans and diagrams.

You were interested in them as they seemed to depict doomsday devices like bombs, pathogens, and different ways to take out high powered world leaders and officials.

The next page showed a picture of the guy who you believed was responsible for the frantic words scribbled along the diagrams.

A disgraced Hydra scientist. Adal Herscher. Seems like SHIELD had captured him during a raid on a Hydra bunker several years back and now Hydra wanted him back.

Your skin crawled. The money that sat innocently in your backpack now seemed menacing. Blood money.

Inner Ward you were wondering why this bothered you now. You never cared who bought your services before.

Then another side of you piped up saying you never knew who bought your services before so you never had to worry but now that you knew it was Hydra…

Now though, you wanted to destroy this file and get rid of the money you had from the organization.

You knew all about Hydra and you knew what they did to Mutants. How could you be sure that they wouldn’t come after you? 

Even though you were anonymous, everyone who used the group knew that it was run and provided by Mutants. Particularly, mutants that had nowhere else to go. No one to miss them if they went missing.

And then you got to the page that showed who caught him. Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow.

You were embarrassed to admit you felt your cheeks warm as you stared at her picture.

She was so strong and beautiful and deadly. 

“Oi! [Y/n]! Just received a transmission. Whoever asked for that item you acquired wants it at the drop site today instead. Top Priority, they’re willing to give another five hundred grand for it.”

Startled, you slam the file shut and look up at Amuk. He just raised a disinterested eyebrow and waved a hand, opening a portal to where the drop site was.

For the first time in the five years since you had joined this group, you hesitated.

Drawing a deep breath, you stepped through the portal. And immediately regretted it. The sun blazed down on you. Causing you to drop your temperature to stay cool, but also taking a lot more energy from you to do so in the presence of such intense heat.

Looking around, you saw that the drop site was apparently outside the Colosseum in Rome. Great. You knew the client had said the drop site was an underground arena, but you had thought they meant like an underground boxing ring. Not a literal underground arena. 

A bunch of tourists were giving you strange looks as the portal closed behind you.

You were still dressed in the outfit from Siberia which consisted of bare feet, black spandex and a plain tshirt.

Minimum protection, but it allowed you to use your mutation to its max capacity.

You held the file close to your chest, avoiding the weird looks you were getting as you walked to the ticket line and flashed your most innocent smile.

“Hello. There should be a ticket on hold for me. Under S.S. Dereks.” The woman behind the counter clicked a few times on her computer and smiled back at you.

“Yes. Here you are. Looks like you have a pass to tour the construction that is happening to the underground area of the Colosseum, so if you follow that path,” She pointed you in the direction away from the rest of the tourists, “You’ll see the security. Just show them your ticket and you’ll be good to go!”

You thanked the woman and followed her directions, ignoring the uneasiness that came from being underground.

The security guards gave me no trouble, but I eyed the stun guns they had on their belts. 

The underground arena was quiet, and a lot cooler than it had been up top. There were boards of wood and power saws and tools scattered everywhere. Tarp covering areas, and signs marking certain historical stones and areas that weren’t to be touched.

You found a small insignificant toolbox off to the side and opened it up. Inside was the extra five hundred grand promised and you took it out and replaced it with the folder.

“I’m so sorry. I hate that I’m doing this. But I need to survive.” You didn’t know who you were apologizing too, or why you were talking out loud to yourself. But it didn’t help ease the small amount of guilt you felt as you closed the toolbox and began walking back out.\

That was when you felt it. The sensation of being watched. Not giving away that anything was wrong. You began forming icicles over your fingers.

And with one quick twist, you released the sharp claws up towards where you thought the person was.

There was a dim sound of the ice hitting stone, but no one cried out and nobody dropped from the rafters.

“Hmm…” You eyed the dark area suspiciously for a moment, before turning around, and immediately jumping back.

In front of you stood Natasha Romanoff. Black Widow, in her SHIELD outfit and glaring at you.

Snow blew in her face as you threw your hands up and let ice grow on your fingers again in preparation to strike.

But she didn’t charge. She didn’t settle into a fighting stance. 

So you took the incentive to start the banter before the inevitable fight, “How did you find out about this?”

Black Widow shook her head, her gaze softening, “[Y/n] [Y/l/n], alias FrostBite. Mutant Gene carrier that gave ice and snow abilities. Abandoned and ran away from foster homes before seeming to disappear off the map. Joined a Mutant group in New Jersey that sells out their services to the highest bidder. Wether that be murder, arson, stealing, or otherwise. But you, you’ve never killed. The most you have done in the past five years is steal and spy.”

Your eyes were blown wide as she recited your history to you. How did she know all that?

“What do you want with me!?” A growl and snarl ripped from your throat as you raised your hands, the ice on your nails growing to a sharp point, ready to fire at a single moment.

Natasha cocked her head, you tensed, “You stole a file. Did you read it?”

Your eyes swept over to the toolbox quickly, but not fast enough that Natasha didn’t see it.

“We know Hydra wants that file. That they want that scientist back from the black site you stole it from. Why steal for them? You know what they do…”

You felt heat sting your eyes and silently cursed at yourself telling yourself not to cry. You would not show weakness.

“You remember what it’s like, don’t you Natalia Alianovna!” You spat her name, enjoying her mild look of surprise, “Yeah, I know who you are. You should know what it’s like for us who don’t fit into society's perfect little mold. You do what you have to to survive. To live another day. To hope that one day it will get better. I do what I do to survive. You seem to have forgotten what that was like ever since you became oh so popular Black Widow.”

Natasha’s shoulders dropped the longer you spoke. Your voice was growing in volume until you were nearly shouting. And then, with horror, you realized you were crying.

The tears were hot against your cheeks as they fell to the dusty floor.

“Then let me help you. Let me use the power I have now to give you a better future than the one you have right now.”

Her words were so soft. So warm. You wanted nothing more than to agree, to take the hand she held out to you and let her take you away. But you knew that the future was not going to happen.

“Your promises are empty Natasha Romanoff. Empty and cold just like my heart. I have done things you will never find out, things that haunt my nightmares. You can’t save me. No one can.”

A sob heaved through you, causing the ice on your fingers to melt off.

A soft hand on your cheek had you jerking and then you were swimming in emerald green.

“You can choose to be good. You can choose to help instead of hurt. If I can be redeemed, so can you.”

In a sudden decision that you would most probably later regret, you surged forward and captured Natasha’s lips with yours.

The salt from your tears mingled with the heady aroma of cherries and the taste of vanilla on her tongue.

It was everything you dreamed and more. 

Just as suddenly, you tore away from her with a gasp, stumbling out of her reach.

She stared at you with wide eyes, one hand reaching up to touch her lips.

“Take the file. Once I knew it was Hydra that hired me, I didn’t want to complete the mission. Take it and never come after me again. Or I will fight you. Goodbye...Natasha.”

And before she could recover you ran.

You ran with your tears streaming down your face.

Regretting leaving her behind already.

But you knew nothing good could come of you going with Black Widow.

She didn’t know. No One knew. You had been the one...all those years ago...that had murdered your parents when they tried to beat you. You had been the one...that had shot and killed a witness...by shooting through Natasha’s abdomen.

Your crush would go unrequited, but, as you jumped through the portal, you touched your lips, remembering the taste of her, at least you got something to remember her by during the lonely cold nights.

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[diabloindigo]

Are you the person to open a box of cereal just to get the toy inside? As a kid yes. Right now, I don’t buy cereals with prizes anymore. Do they even stuff toys in cereal these days? 

Do you get scared easy? If it’s in the anxiety induced variety, yes. 

What was one of the stupidest things you cried over when you were little? Not sure, it could have been anything from not wanting to wear a fancy dress or dress shoes to a party or a broken toy. 

Have you ever drank milk from the carton? Despite having a working dishwasher and plenty of glasses, I “waterfall” milk and juice from the containers. 

Juice or milk? I go both ways, leaning more towards juice. Apple or orange. 

Do you ever turn off your computer properly? Once in a while. 

Do you wish you were a fish? Not really, though I kinda envy the blue Dory (Doctor Fish?) in the tank at my gynecologist’s waiting room. It likes to swim to the bottom of the tank and ride up to the top on a bubble jet. That damn fish has probably had more fun than I have in the past several months. 

Who’s your favorite super hero? Invincible (Amazon Prime). Along with Spider-Man (2002) and the Big Hero 6 movie, that character/series is a rare superhero show that makes me feel strong and vulnerable at the same time. 

Who’s your favorite super villain? Slade Wilson/ Deathstroke as seen in “Teen Titans: The Judas Contract” animated movie and the 2003-2006 “Teen Titans” cartoon series. 

Spiderman or X-men? Spider-Man. Tobey Maguire and Peter B. Parker from Into the Spiderverse. 

Movie theatre or stay at home movie night? Theaters. Alamo Drafthouse. I love ordering boozy milkshakes and finger foods.

Do you have a Blue Ray? I have one of those external drives for my Mac though I never use it. 

How about HD television? Yeah

Do you think HD television is kind of a waste of money? No. 

Do you get why people get so frickin’ freaked out during football season? I do not, and living in a state with a hard-on for (American) football makes it weird when I tell people that I do not have a favorite football team/player. 

Do you ever sneak scraps to the dog even though you’re not suppose to? I don’t sneak him food. If I cook or order too much to eat, then I scrape a couple of cup’s worth of leftovers in his bowl. He’s probably got only a year to live so let him live it up a little. 

Are you reading a book right now? If so what? A friend gave me a copy of “The Only Good Indians” but I can't get into it so I’m reading “Full Throttle” by Joe Hill. 

What was the last book you were required to read for school? It’s been so long I can’t remember. 

O donuts or jelly filled? Whipped cream filled. I love Krispy Kreme’s whipped cream filled donuts with raspberry filled donuts as a close second. 

If I’m feeling bland then I do like crullers. 

Do you like your ice-cream in a bowl or cone? Bowl unless it’s a tasty cone. 

Marshmallows in your hot chocolate or no? I could go either way unless it’s a tiny cup of chocolate. 

Do you like cherry coke? Hell yes. I love going to Sonic for a cherry-vanilla-lime Coke or this greasy little 1950s type burger joint for their cherry cokes since they load the cups with several cherries. 

Do you really think diet Dr. Pepper is the equivalent of a cupcake? No, it tastes artificial. Like a bastard child of a soft drink that wants to pass for cherry soda. 

Do you snore in your sleep? Drool? Talk? Snore and talk (I’m pretty stressed out).

Have you ever sleep walked? no

Are you a morning person? I am now. 

How do you wake up in the mornings? by alarm during the work week, naturally at 6-7 on vacation days. 

Do you think guyliner is hot? What is that? 

Is variety the spice of life? yeah

Do you think strawberry milk is disgusting? I like it. 

Have you ever drank after anyone? Like sharing a cup/bottle? Yeah, loads of times.  

Have you ever drank after anyone you don’t know very well? No. 

Do you have any limits on who you drink/eat after?

If we’re talking about sharing, then I will share food/drink with family and friends. If someone offers me bite-size pieces that are individually wrapped or can be torn off the main portion, I’ll eat it, but only from co-workers or acquaintances. 

Would you eat a sucker if someone already ate some of it? No. 

Would you chew somebody else's gum? Hell no. 

Do you know anyone who’s going to die of mono because of that? No. 

Do you enjoy school? My English and psychology classes. 

Are you a teacher’s pet? no

Do you have a job? Yes. 

How did you get to and from school? Parents drove me or I walked for elementary through high school. I drove when I went to college. 

Do you have a bedtime? And if so what is it? I’m in bed between 11-12 a.m.

What time do you get up? 6 am so I can walk/exercise before the sun boils the earth in full force. 

Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? Yeah in college. 

What’s more important? Beauty or brains? brains

Do you believe in yourself? Sometimes I do, and sometimes I don’t. 

Did you ever want to be an astronaut when you were little? No. Being a veterinarian or scientist were my highest ambitions as a small kid. 

How about the president? Never. 

What did you want to be when you were little? Veterinarian, scientist, cartoon character. 

Did you ever want to be a super model? no

Do you believe you’re attractive enough to be a super model? No.

Have you ever had an X-ray? Several in the past few months for pre-surgery and dental work.

What’s your favorite guy’s name? What’s your favorite girl’s name? Guys’: Shane, Mark, Tadashi, Austin, Cade, Trip.

Girls’: Quince, Sienna, Amy, Kit, Lizzie (Elizabeth), Raven.

Who’s your second cousin’s, grandparent’s, sister? The fuck...

Do you laugh to yourself whenever the ketchup bottle farts? No, in fact, I get annoyed when other people hear it and ask me if I farted. 

Do you have any real guns in your house? I have several. 

Do you know how to use nunchucks? No, I bought a pair at one of those Asian imports emporiums, but I donated them since I never learned to use them. They were these crappy foam padded ones with dragons printed on the handles. 

Do you know anyone who can use nunchucks? No. 

What do you want to be next Halloween? In better health and not shitting bricks about using up my paid time off to go to doctors’ appointments. 

Did you ever consider getting a job as a mall Santa? No. I’d rather be one of his elves or a reindeer. 

Are you the one responsible for taking out the garbage? Yes. Grosses me the fuck out sometimes with smelly discarded poultry trays or rotten food, but somebody’s gotta do it. 

Do you recycle? My city has the blue recycling bins, but I heard that since we’re an ass-backward community, “recyclables” and trash all go to the same place. I just place recyclables in the blue bin to help clear up space in the trash bin. Maybe I’m wrong and this city does recycle? Can’t hurt. 

When I was 11, I’d collect empty soda cans to take to the recycling guy since back in the day, they’d pay for aluminum cans. That’s how I scraped up funds for dollar movies and hot dogs. 

Are you a pyro? Yeah. I carry/collect Zippo lighters but mostly because the “click-click” is satisfying to hear since I flip the lids open and closed to relieve stress. And I burn a lot of old bills and letters with sensitive info on them. 

What was the last word/thing you wrote down? I was researching high fiber foods that are also low in carbs to make a grocery and dinner meal plan. 

Sleeping or eating? After my surgery, sleeping. 

Are you overall a positive person? I try to be realistically positive, if such a thing exists. The world will never be all sunshine and My Little Ponies, but I try to find some comfort and positivity when my world is a shit-show. Filling this survey out kinda helps. 

Do you hate hypocrites? Yeah, especially the “do as I say, not as I do” types. 

For instance, a certain family member is pushing good diet and health habits, but it aggravates the hell out of me if I see him drinking high sugar iced tea or eating ice cream. Or Door-Dashing Burger King, even if it is a Beyond Whopper with a diet Coke. 

Do you like to prank people? Yes, but I do benign pranks like leaving dirty riddles and meme drawings on their front doors. 

What was the worst prank you’ve ever done on anyone? I tried fucking with a telesolicitor but I could not stop laughing. 

Have you ever jumped on a trampoline in the ice? I don’t own a trampoline. 

Have you ever ice skated? No. I tried once after a local minor league hockey game. I got the skates on, but my ankles were bending/bowing out so I changed my mind.

Ever water skiid? No. 

Is vacuum spelled funny? Yes. 

Democrat or republican? I don’t associate formally with either party, but I hitch my pony a little to the left. 

Who’s the biggest asshole you know? My former boss circa 2013. Very unprofessional and a veritable loudmouth and a poor (shit) showman wannabe. 

Pen or pencil? Gel-ink pens. 

Should all paper have holes? nope

Speaking of holes. Swiss cheese, what’s the point of that? Fewer calories? Spinning slices in my hand like a TV cowboy spinning his revolver in the trigger guard with his finger? 

Have you ever been in a helicopter before? No. 

Own any airbrushed tshirts? Nope, not even in the nineties. 

Have you ever been suspended? No. 

Have you ever been in a fist fight? A few playground fights as a kid. 

Ever said something to someone that you didn’t mean to say? Yes. 

Do you forgive too easily? I don’t think so. 

What are you listening to right now? The AC running. 

Have you ever seen any of MCR’s music videos? Nope. 

Are you tan? No. 

Have you ever been in a tanning bed? No. I have no desire to look like a Cheeto or woo skin cancer. 

Have you ever played water volley? Once at my uncle’s neighborhood swimming pool. 

Ever had a sunburn? Yes, from neglecting sunscreen re-applications or underestimating the sun. 

How about wind burn? It hurts….. Nah, I don't live in a cold enough climate for that. 

What was the first word you learned how to say? I think it was “mama.”

[stardancerluv]

Tease

Part 3

Summary: What happens when you catch Roman Sionis’s attention.

Warning: Torture, daddy kink, and implied smut

A few months later....

You had been fast asleep, on your stomach when you awoke with a start. You could have sworn you heard something. “Roman?” You were half asleep. Feeling around, you realized that Roman’s side of the bed had grown cold.

That made you wonder. He was never that long away from you once you’d two retire upstairs, at least from what you had noticed.

The two of had been a steady item ever since you gave him your name. You enjoyed being the girlfriend, Roman Sionis. You relished the idea of being perched at his side. He’d crook a finger and you would come to him. People were eager to please you even if he wasn’t around. Though, when you would tire of him being in one boring meeting or another you would do something, you’d know make his blood run a little hotter. You still delighted in the game of teasing you two shared.

Rumors, flew around him but you shrugged them off. It was truly none of your business. If one day, he wanted to address them with you, then you would ask questions. Till then you loved how he took care of you and called you baby.

Waking up to a half cold bed left you irked. Getting up, you stretched and a yawn, escaped your lips. What had he gotten into and why had it taken so long, nothing was important enough that his side of the bed was cold. Spotting your silken nightgown you grabbed it and slipped it over your head.

*****

It had been a long night, he wanted to get back to bed where you had fell asleep naked curled up to his side.

Sure Victor had gotten ahold of those four assholes who had thought it taking over his portion of the marina was a good idea. They were not man talking. They were screaming but not giving any information up.

He sat there munching on his popcorn getting exceedingly bored.

Thats when he felt a small hand on his shoulder. Turning, he was surprised to see you standing there. He swallowed. Damn it, he thought to himself. He was going to have to explain to you what he was up to. “Y/N, you shouldn’t be here.”

You shrugged. “Why?”

“This is where daddy makes sure he is able to maintain his control in Gotham.”

*****

You followed where you heard the screams coming from, you crept into the private room that people usually only had access to if they were either VIPs or paid a sizable reservation for it.

You spotted a rather serious looking Roman, munching away at some popcorn. He was clad in a grey suit. Looking past him you saw four guys tied to chairs, three of which were whimpering. One looked vaguely familiar but you were sure you were mistaken. You also saw that Victor was twisting a knife in one guy’s shoulder.

The rumors had been true. Roman was a villain. His expression, how he sat there excited you in an entirely new way. You went over and placed a hand on his shoulder.

His blue eyes met yours, then he barked some orders. Then he came around to where you stood, after putting his popcorn down. You smiled at him. “Y/N, you shouldn’t be here.” He whispered.

A blanket of silence fell over the room. The sound of the whimpering men quieted when they realized you were in the room. Victor stopped his twisting, looking put out.

“This is where daddy makes sure he is able to maintain his control in Gotham.” He looked you up and down, he smirked. “What are you doing here?”

“I woke up to a cold bed and heard screams.” You closed the distance between you two, gently moving your hands over his suit jacket. Feeling playful, the sight of his stance, made some knot deep inside of you. So let one of you hands slip under his jacket seductively. You could feel his solid warmth that was under his tshirt. “It was not nice waking up go a cold bed.” You looked at him from under your lashes.

“Naughty girl.” He admonished you, and took your hand away. “Don’t distract daddy.” He paused. “I hated leaving you in bed but we finally found these assholes.” He shrugged. “We got a little loud.”

“Have you gotten what you wanted out of them?”

“These fuckers are being stubborn.”

“Hey Y/N.” Whimpered one of the guys, you looked around Roman towards the familiar voice. “Tell him, he has the wrong man. I’d never steal from Roman Sionis.”

“Mike, is that you?” You drew closer. “Oh, Mike it is you.”

“Y/N, yes it’s me.” He looked like he relaxed in his bounds. “Oh, you are as beautiful as ever.”

Roman, came over to the two of you. “You know this asshole?”

“I do,” You nod. “I went on a few dates with him.”

“Really?”

You walked over to Mike. “A friend in the firm set us up.” You tilted your head to one side. “But I ended things with him.” You smiled.

Mike looked up at you. “Oh, Y/N I really wish you had given us a second chance.”

You looked at Roman, “What he doesn’t know is that I knew the real reason why he stood me up that final date.”

“Y/N why would I have lied to you, I was really sick.” His voice dropped.

You drew closer. “You had my secretary between your legs.”

“No...I didn’t.”

“She showed me a photo of you.”

“Oh.”

“You fucking cheated on her?”

The man looked sheepish. “I needed to get laid.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw as Roman reached into his suit pocket. Moments later, you heard a metallic sound, looking over you saw he had a knife.

“Ooo that is a pretty one.” You said pointing to it.

“Wanna hold it, baby?” It rested in his gloved hand.

“I would love to.” He held it out to you.

You took it. “Thank you.” You gripped it. “Feels good in my hand.” You smiled, pleased at Roman.

You went over to Mike, you put the knife under his chin. Moving so that he would have to look up at you. His eyes widened and he began to tremble. You rather enjoyed seeing him this afraid. He had always been irritating before and after your attempt at a relationship. “What did you do to Roman?”

“What is wrong with you?” He sputtered.

You pulled the knife away, but bent down and held it in front of you. “I asked you a question, what did you do to Roman?”

“I...I got a hold of the city maps. I showed them these maps.”

“Will you shut the fuck up.” The men tied up next to him shouted.

Mike continued to talk. “The maps showed them where the weak spots were so they could take it over easily.” He finished. “I am so sorry.”

He whimpered then.

“You made a big mistake.”

“I did.”

You took a slash at his face. He howled in pain. You smiled, then you turned to Roman and offered him back his knife. Some blood splattered your hand. “I’ll let you finish.”

He nodded. “Good girl, do you want to watch daddy in action?” You nodded.

“Woooo, that’s my baby.” He gave a loud whoop of joy, grinning happily.

He turned his attention to the man who was still whimpering. “She was right you fucked with the wrong person.” He grabbed the man by his hair and pulled his neck back. “You fucked with me and you fucked around behind her back.” Roman shook his head. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I am a stupid man.” He managed to say.

“You are.” He dragged the knife around the guys face. “Victor finish him and the others off. We’re going back upstairs.” He handed Victor the knife.

“Can I have fun Roman?”

Roman shrugged. “Please do. Just make its all cleaned up.” He then pulled off his gloves and took one of your hands and you both walked away.

The elevator dinged and the two of you went in.

“Come ‘ere.” He pulled you close, a smirk curling his lips.

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kurogiri hcs

i just have a lot of kurogiri thoughts....

- in canon mostly because i really like the theory that he's an ex-ua student who used to be friendly with aizawa and yamada before his quirk pretty much failed him during a battle and instilled the thought of "never let someone chase an unachievable dream" in aizawa afterwards. he was in a vulnerable position during that time and afo, who seems to watch the ua tournaments and realized kurogiri's quirk had the potential to be incredibly useful to his organization, swooped in similar to how it was with shigaraki and with careful manipulation pretty much became in kurogiri's eyes his savior who helped him realize how horrible the hero society is and gave him a second chance at redemption via villainy. because of this he feels a strong sense of debt towards afo 

- since he hasnt seen what an ass afo is yet he'd do almost anything afo would ask of him without question.

- to add onto the above of being an ex-ua student thats also one of the reasons he constantly has his mist on. i personally believe he does have a normal human form underneath going off how 1-a pinned him down during the ua rescue center scene. having his mist contantly at the ready helps be more prepared for all the sudden unexpected situations villains can fall into as well as disguise him from both media attention and anyone who might recognize him (old friends-) given the fact he's considered legally dead.

- the only people aware of his well. origin story is afo and some of his trusted higher ups who assisted in readjusting kurogiri to their group and pushing him to further his quirk abilities to do what he can do now

- kurogiri never really thought of telling shigiraki about since to him that backstory doesn't matter as much as helping him grow as afo's heir and as kurogiri's adopted son

- the reason kurogiri got into bartending was because when he first joined and he and afo were trying to figure out when he;d fit best kurogiri just sort of realize afo tends to drink A Lot. with all his quirks, its hard for afo to be killed by more normal means like alcohol poisoning and some of them had the side effect of needing a Shit Ton before afo could really get drunk

- so kurogiri just ended up helping fix afo's drinks and over time it morphed into learning how to bartend

- his loyalty to afo s pretty much the only reason kurogiri originally started taking care of shigaraki. afo knew how loyal and steadfast to him and took advantage of it to give him the job of raising/babysitting shigaraki. tbh i don't think kurogiri was fond of shigaraki since the beginning and probably acted more like a butler/robotic towards him at first before the unrelenting Parental Instincts tm kicked in one day after almost a year of looking after him and suddenly realized "oh fuck this is my son"

- during the year of lowkey awkward parenting he was internally having a crisis since in my mind he never really ever thought of having kids during his time as a hero in training so suddenly having the responsibilty of looking after one you know nothing about and is already pretty grown vs wanting to please afo who trusted him enough with the task made him p conflicted during the time

- thankfully(?) afo was the most active in shigarakis life during the beginning years so kurogiri didn't have to have his crisis while being a single dad as well. as shigaraki got older afo just started to withdraw more when he thought shigaraki and kurogiri were getting along well enough and weren't about to fight/betray him any time soon

- if the lov ever decided to break their assosiation with afo, kurogiri would likely still go with lov to make sure shigaraki and crew stay safe and that none of them get too hurt. despite that, he'd still retain quiet loyalty to afo due to his blind faith in him and would probably keep him updated if asked, thinking of it as a "father knows best situation"

- for the lov to be able to have his Total Loyalty, really the only person who could sway him would be shigaraki himself. as much as he feels like he has a debt to afo, shigaraki has pretty much become his own son in kurogiri's eyes (which he likely wouldnt outright admit-) and anything he'd tell him about afo would pretty much be the only stories kurogiri couldn't bring himself to cast doubt onto

- honestly in general shigiraki is pretty much the only one besides afo that he's willing to listen and consider anything he says. everyone else he might listen to but internally there's a possibility hes not really listening depending on the topic. like above, sometimes he thinks he just knows better though he is willing to admit whenever he's wrong

- mild projecting but besides shigaraki his favorite that he won't outright say is his favorite is toga. besides yknow the murdering which tbh doesn;t really bother him, he pretty much sees her as a a+ daughter and is just "lmao your lost" at her family. the only thing he doesn't like about her is when she goes out of her way to aggravate shigaraki or when she starts killing people suddenly and it throws off lov's plan

- he takes great pride in looking nice and presentable and while he might be willing to wear more casual clothes in his rare free time, he refuses to wear clothes like those free tshirts you get at events or his pjs outside his room.

- lowkey passive agressive about s o m e people not wearing socks t o m u r a. or not wearing long enough pants like arent your fucking ankles cold?

- kurogiri does also enjoy being a gentleman to go along with his professional aesthetic since like. just cause youre a villain doesnt mean you gotta be a dick yknow? too many heroes do that anyways (@ endeavor then perish)

- can swear but unable to around children 

- (shigaraki once heard him say fuck when he thought he was alone and its haunted them both ever since. neither of them talk about it)

- he's a villain so like. he doesnt feel bad about killing people or watching them get killed. he was literally willing to murder 13, all might, and 1-a and only didn't because renforments arrived. during their first meeting with toga and dabi, his concern was less about shigaraki killing someone but the concept of shigaraki killing someone who could be useful to their cause. if shigaraki had weighed the options and told kurogiri "yeah im gonna kill them theyre useless", kurogiri wouldnt have seen anything wrong with not stepping in again when shigaraki does so. 

- the only people he would feel bad for killing would be very young children since they remind him too much of how shigaraki used to be. parents of said children have a 50/50 chance depending on how they act

- kurogiri does try to let shigaraki be a grownup tm since hes like. 21 and make his own decisions but he really does have a habit of babying him since hes seen all the stupid shit hes done and said since he was like 5-6 and it all flashes in front of his eys sometimes

- for all the members who Can drink legally hes memorized their usual drinks by now. some of them (magne, twice, spinner-) probably use this to look cooler to recruits but everyone else Knows

- purposely says things like “the pokemens" in front of the younger members to set their fight or flight reflexes off

- video games are basically the only thing he really keeps up to date with pop culture wise tbh. whenever someone pulls him into playing one with them, he just acts like an old man who doesnt understand how to use controllers and lets them win to be nice. if he wanted he Could Destroy Them

- kurogiri doesn't dad anyone who doesn't want a dad figure showing up. he'll still do things like make sure they're being as safe as a villain can be and act as a mediator but otherwise they won't get much witness much dading unless its directed towards someone else