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imagine-myhero · 3 years

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Secret Sweetheart (NSFW)

"Hi I was wondering if you can do NSFW of Reader x Sakamata Kuugo (Orca Gang)? She always cares about the sea creatures and the loving ocean. She always had feelings towards Kuugo but never got the guts to tell her feelings towards him. She doesn't care about what he does or his looks at all but Kuugo doesn't know about her feelings, up until when she gets caught by some punks trying to harm some (any mammals in the ocean) saying what they are doing is wrong. Soon enough she gets corner by them trying to (torture & rape her) until Kuugo saves the day. After that mess he takes her to his place and then admits their feelings :3" Requested by Lexi Chibi on AO3

When you suddenly find yourself in danger, your secret sweetheart Gang Orca saves you and you find that maybe your feelings aren't unrequited after all.

Pairing: Kugo Sakamata(Gang Orca) x Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

“Mr. Sakamata, how lovely to see you again.” You greet with a gentle smile when you see the intimidating pro-hero enter your marine animal rehabilitation center, white suit as crisp as always and posture refined. You lift your clipboard just slightly in hopes that it somewhat covers your blush.

“Good afternoon, Miss (Name),” Kugo rumbles with a respectful nod of his head. As he approaches you, you feel swallowed in his massive stature. His piercing red eyes gaze down at you and his metal adornments along his finely pressed suit collar gives him the look of having razor sharp teeth. To many, Gang Orca looks frightening and threatening, but you feel safe and secure around him.

“I’m afraid you just missed Selkie; he was by earlier to pick up some supplies. Though he did ask me to pass on a message to you,” You say, watching as Kugo’s head tilts ever so slightly in confusion. You stare down at Selkie’s message you wrote on your clipboard awkwardly before reciting it, “He wanted me to tell you that, ‘It doesn’t matter how many fish are in the sea if you don’t make the catch, and this one is a catch indeed’”. You laugh sheepishly as you finish. After reciting it like that you realize how much it sounds like love advice. ‘Is Kugo interested in someone?’ You think worriedly to yourself.

Kugo clears his throat and reaches up to adjust his tie, “Fool…” You barely hear him mutter under his breath.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, hoping you didn’t make him uncomfortable. Kugo snaps out of it and shakes his head, scratching lightly at his temple with a sharp finger.

“Excuse me, yes, everything is fine. Thank you for the...message.” He replies somewhat stiffly. You nod, wishing desperately for this awkward atmosphere to disappear.

“So.. what brings you by?” You ask.

“I was just on patrol when I thought I’d stop in…” He trails off, seeming to be in thought. You would have blushed at his inclination to come see you if it weren’t for the downward turn of his mouth and the shift in his stance that all but screamed discomfort, “But I should go. Pardon me for interrupting you, Miss (Name). Good day.”

“Oh…” You watch Kugo’s back as he strides briskly out of your facility, feeling your heart sink like an anchor, “Goodbye then…”

You usually love your job, but today you’re thankful when your day is over. Your feelings of dejection need to be tended to with a drink or five with your best friend, so you’re quick to pack up your things and bid your team goodbye.

You begin walking to the train station, hoping you make it home before it gets too dark. The colors washed across the sky from the setting sun are breathtaking; you allow yourself to get lost in the pretty scenery in hopes it will replace the image of Kugo’s grimacing face in your head.

It’s only when you hear loud laughter and profanities down by the shoreline near your facility that you’re broken out of your trance. Upon looking closer, you’re horrified to see three guys who look straight out of a bad college frat movie drunkenly tripping over themselves as they attempt to drag a small blacktip reef shark on land by its tail while laughing and taking pictures on their smartphones.

Without another thought, you bolt down to the shoreline and shout angrily for them to stop. They don’t even bat an eye at you until you reach them and shove the one holding the shark’s tail, making him let go and stumble backwards.

“I said stop!!” You scream at them furiously. The shark flails helplessly and the others jump back to avoid its thrashing. Quickly, you reach down and grasp the shark in the same fashion the drunk man did and drag it towards the water. It continues to thrash weakly, though still with enough strength to have you feeling winded fast.

“What the fuck? What’s your problem, bitch?!” One of the guys shouts at you as they watch the shark dash back into the ocean’s depths with your help. Panting, you’re now totally exhausted from running down here and wrestling a thrashing shark back into the water, but your rage lingers.

“You’re the one with the problems if you’re dragging a poor creature out of the ocean to suffocate so you can take some damn pictures, asshole! And this part of the beach is private property for the Ocean Life Rehabilitation Center, so you’d better get out of here before I decide to call the police!”

“Are you threatening me?!” The guy screams, stomping up to you and grabbing the collar of your shirt before shoving you backward, “You fuckin’ love fish so much why dont’cha go sleep with ‘em, huh?!”

You grip onto the man’s arm to try and unlatch him from your collar, but your cold, wet hands can’t get a good grip and your exhaustion has already set in. There would be nothing you could do if these guys decided to shove you under the ice-cold water and actually drown you right now. Then, a slimy smile appears on the guy’s face.

“Unless you’d like to apologize to me, hm? Maybe if you smile and kiss nice, I’ll forgive you.”

You’d rather drown.

“That’s enough! Release her now!” A deep voice bellows from the shore. No later do you hear the splashing of water and see none other than Gang Orca’s hulking form striding into the water towards you, hands balled tightly into fists and sharp teeth bared in furiosity. Just his facial and body expression alone was enough for the man holding you to seize up in terror and his friends to scramble away from their leader as if they never knew him in the first place. The drunkard cowers when he realizes Kugo is making no break in his gait for civil conversation.

“W-whoa, man. This— this your girl? I didn’t— agghck!”

As soon as Kugo is within reach of you both, he clamps an iron grip on the collar of the man’s tacky Hawaiian shirt and yanks him back so roughly he��s left choking for air. He releases you in favor of trying (and failing) to loosen Kugo’s grip. The man sputters and thrashes around, suspended in the air due to his massive stature. Now that no one is holding you up, your utterly exhausted body can do nothing but tip backwards into the water, but Kugo is quicker and scoops his arm under your back to pull you into his broad chest. At the same time, he sends a paralyzing sonic burst into the drunken guy until he hangs limply in Kugo’s hold.

“Pathetic goby feces.” Kugo growls furiously before turning and literally throwing the man back onto shore where there are a couple of other people, possibly Gang Orca’s sidekicks, gathering all of the drunken men who harassed the poor shark and detaining them. You sigh in relief.

“Are you alright, Miss (Name)? Did they hurt you?” Kugo asks you in a much softer tone. In the comfort of his arms, the last of your adrenaline seeps away leaving you freezing, soaked, and weak in its wake; your arms and legs feeling like jelly and your head feeling double its weight on your shoulders. You manage to shake your head in response to Kugo’s question and try to speak.

“T-thank-k y-ou…” You barely get out through chattering teeth. You try to pull yourself away from him to head for the shore, but your dead limbs only feel even heavier against the push and pull of the water and you suddenly find yourself with a mouth full of seawater. Kugo pulls you up immediately and rubs at your back until you’re done sputtering and coughing, then he picks you up into his arms and begins walking to shore.

“You’re exhausted. Focus on regaining your strength— you’re safe now.” Gang Orca tells you, and though his naturally cool body does nothing to warm you, you still feel a pull in your heart at being cradled so protectively in your secret sweetheart’s arms. “I’m sorry I didn’t arrive sooner.”

“D-don’t be silly… You were right on t-time.” You reply with a shaken, breathy laugh and Kugo can’t help but feel worse. When the two of you reach the shore, you see some of Gang Orca’s sidekicks with the men who assaulted you in handcuffs. The police and an ambulance have also arrived and you can’t help but feel a little embarrassment that you are involved in this huge scene that’s causing bystanders to stop and ogle.

A paramedic approaches you both and leads the two of you to the back of the ambulance where Kugo finally sits you down in the bed of the medical van. Other than being soaking wet and a little shell-shocked, the EMT thankfully deemed you okay enough to not need a trip to the hospital. You give your statement explaining what had happened to the officers, Kugo listening intently behind you with a solemn expression, and then Kugo helps you to your feet and replaces the paramedics’ shock blanket with his suit jacket to keep you warm.

“Allow me to escort you home, Miss (Name). I called for my car while you were getting checked over.” He tells you. You were hoping Kugo hadn’t seen your flustered expression when he draped his jacket over you, but that’s gone out the window now because you’re positive he can feel the heat radiating from your face at the prospect of alone-time with Kugo.

He’s just being nice, you remind yourself as you think back to Kugo’s curt behavior this morning. He’s a hero and you just had a traumatic experience. He’s just doing his job; it’s not personal.

The thought hurts you and you almost say no to Kugo’s offer, but truthfully you are kind of scared to be alone right now and the last thing you want to do is walk home alone in the dark, still soaking wet, so you push down all your unrequited emotions and politely accept his offer. Kugo is pleased by your response and gently guides you to his remote-started car, opening the passenger door for you while you get in. The car is already warm, the running heat washing over your skin and immediately making you much more comfortable.

“Wait a moment in the car, if you don’t mind. I have to take care of a few things, but I’ll be quick.” Kugo tells you and you nod as he goes, basking in the warmth Kugo thoughtfully turned up to max for you. You snuggle deeper into the leather seat, tugging Kugo’s jacket tighter around you, and feel your eyelids growing heavier in your comfort until you slip into slumber completely.

A soft rumble rouses you from your sleep, and it takes a few bleary moments until you realize it’s Kugo. You’re not in the warm car anymore, but in his arms once again.

“I apologize for waking you, Miss (Name), I’m sure you’re completely exhausted. Your clothes are still wet and I don’t want you to catch a cold.” He explains and you nod understandingly.

“Thank you for being so kind and thoughtful.” You say sincerely as Kugo puts you down. Outside his grasp, it’s easier to tell that your clothes are indeed a bit damp still, but not as much as they would have been thanks to the car ride. As you’re rubbing the sleep away from your eyes, you realize that the ride must have been incredibly uncomfortable for Kugo with the heat blasting, marine-inclined as he is. You can’t help but feel flattered that he was willing to suffer so you could be comfortable.

As you wake up to your surroundings, you realize you don’t recognize the home you’re in. It’s much larger than your abode and much classier looking. Seeing your confusion, Kugo explains quickly, “You fell asleep in the car before I could ask for your address and I didn’t want to disturb you, so I took you to my home. I hope that’s alright.”

“O-oh, it’s no problem at all!”You assure, though suddenly you can’t help but worry you are imposing on the man in front of you now, “I’m sorry to inconvenience you like this, Mr. Sakamata.”

“Nonsense, it’s of no inconvenience whatsoever.And… you may call me Kugo, if you’d like.” He answers, staring at you intently with his sharp red eyes. All of the sudden your face feels hot and you only nod shyly in response, not trusting your own voice. A satisfied noise rumbles in Kugo’s chest before he continues, “Good. Allow me to get you some spare clothes while I wash yours. I’ll show you to the bathroom; feel free to shower if you’d like…”

As Kugo directed you around his gigantic house, he gave you some spare clothes, showed you to his large master bathroom with a bathtub that could pass as a pool and a huge floor shower with multiple shower heads and rainfall features, and respectfully waited outside for you to pass your wet clothes through the door for him to wash.

After taking the best and probably longest shower of your life, you change into the clothes Kugo had given you. It was one of his white button-up dress shirts, a pair of black sweatpants, and a belt. While you appreciate the sentiment that Gang Orca didn’t want to put you in an uncomfortable situation of being pants-less, the sweatpants he provided were just too huge even with the belt, and luckily Kugo’s shirt covered you plenty enough; hem falling almost to your knees.

You exit the bathroom and look around the master bedroom— Kugo’s bedroom. The thought has you feeling flustered. The room is clean and decorated monochromatically; the king sized bed against the wall is covered in black silk sheets. You feel somewhat like you’re invading his privacy, but you can’t help approaching the bed and sitting on it, feeling the cool silk beneath your hands. You take a deep breath— the room smells like Kugo: clean linen and fresh saltwater. Despite the obvious breach in manners, you sprawl yourself across Kugo’s bed, burying yourself in the pleasant textures and scents.

“Oh.” You hear Kugo’s deep voice from the doorway and immediately snap up from your position. Kugo is standing in the doorway, a glass of water in one hand and a tight grip on the door in the other. You immediately jump to your feet, face hot with embarrassment. You notice Kugo is stiff. His suit jacket is off and the grip he has on the door is making his arm flex so you can see his bicep straining against the fabric of his white button-up dress shirt and the espresso leather garter around it. The sight of his muscles sends a lash of heat to your core.

“I-I’m sorry, Kugo. How rude of me to touch your things.” You stammer quickly, but Kugo is barely listening. He is too interested in the way you look in his dress-shirt— the way it’s so big on you makes him feel territorial. The way you didn’t button the shirt up all the way teases the swell of your breasts and the pants you clearly decided to forgo left your smooth, bare legs exposed to him. Kugo knew it was entirely inappropriate, but his hungry gaze couldn’t get enough of you. He just wished you stayed stretched out over his bed like you had been— that was the sight that stopped Kugo right in his tracks.

“It’s quite alright, Miss (Name),” Kugo assured, clearing his throat to rid the gravelly lust that had escaped in his tone, “You’ve had a long day. If you’re tired, please feel free to rest. I can leave you be.”

“No!” You answer much too quickly, “I mean, I’m not tired. I’d like you to stay… if you don’t mind.”

Kugo swallows and enters his room. He hands you the glass of water, which you take gratefully and sip from before setting down on the nightstand. “Are you feeling better?”

“Much,” You answer with a smile, “Thank you so much for all your kindness today. You are truly suited to your job.”

Despite being complimented, Kugo frowns. He doesn’t like your formality. Seeing you tonight, he’s decided he’s had enough of formalities, “I didn’t help you just because it’s my job, Miss (Name). Your wellbeing is of great personal importance to me,” He admits, causing butterflies to erupt in your chest, “You see, I am quite enamored with you.”

Time seems to come to a halt, and you wonder if you heard him correctly. Misinterpreting your silence, Kugo clears his throat and straightens up, “Forgive me, Miss (Last Name), that was highly inappropriate of me, especially given all you have already gone through tonight. Please forget I said anything.”

He goes to leave, but you’re quicker as you clench your fingers into the soft sleeve of his shirt. “No, don’t go. I just… wasn’t expecting that. I thought my feelings were unrequited, so I’m just a bit surprised.” Kugo watches you with a dumbstruck look, realizing what you mean.

“Especially with the message Selkie relayed to you this morning. It sounded like love advice and you were quick to leave afterwards. I was sure it was someone else.”

Kugo clicks his tongue and shakes his head in annoyance, “That Selkie… to relay such advice through the very woman who is the subject of it. I was mortified to say the very least.”

You can’t help the giggle of amusement that bubbles past your lips. Gently, you tug on Kugo’s arm until he lets you guide him to sit on the edge of the bed so that his face is more level with yours.

“Well, we’ll have to remember to thank him for it later.” You smile before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to Kugo’s smooth and rubbery nose. Kugo shivers slightly at the sensation, unable to help himself from reaching a large hand out and bringing you closer by your waist. You hum in a pleased way and reach your hand up, gently trailing it down his sculpted arm and guiding his hand up towards your breasts, hoping he is not put off by your boldness. Kugo’s breath hitches as he cups your breast, growing emboldened by your soft sigh of pleasure and brushing a thumb over your nipple through the fabric of his shirt.

You run your hands along the broad expanse of Kugo’s chest, leaning down to kiss and nibble at his neck. He lets out a soft groan, reaching both hands up to unbutton his dress shirt from your body and pull it off your shoulders, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. You shiver as Kugo’s cool hands explore your body adoringly.

Kugo pushes you back slightly and guides you onto the bed next to him, adjusting so that you’re on your back against the silk sheets with Kugo looming over you. He removes his dress shirt and you massage along his pectorals, admiring his Adonis-like torso. He looks down at you hungrily before leaning down and dragging his tongue over your neck. You gasp when you feel his teeth dig slightly into your shoulder. Kugo travels farther, pressing his snout into your breasts and rubbing his tongue against one of your nipples. You moan wantonly and Kugo plays with your other breast as well.

“Kugo…”

He leans back, trailing a hand down to play with the elastic of your underwear and rub up and down your thigh. Your heat aches, wanting desperately to be touched and filled by him.

“How long I’ve wanted to do this…” Kugo murmurs quietly, musing more to himself than you, but you hear it nonetheless and it only serves to fan the flames growing in your core. Finally, he rubs his palm against your pussy through your underwear. You whimper and lift your hips to meet his hand, earning a possessive growl from Kugo, “How it completely eclipses all of my best imaginations and we haven’t even begun yet…”

You can’t take it, his words lighting every nerve within you, “Kugo, please.”

Kugo has to close his eyes briefly to ground himself when he hears you beg like that. He wants you so badly, but he doesn’t want to rush this. Slowly, he pulls your panties down and off your legs before gently pushing your thighs apart. You blush as he gazes down at you, eyes clouded with passion.

“So wet for me already.” He rumbles, voice heavy and thick with lust. You moan at just the sound.

“For you, Kugo. Look at what you’ve done to me.” You whimper lustfully, taking his moment of admiring pause to reach up and palm him through his dress slacks. Kugo lets out a low groan, but takes your hand from his groin and nuzzles your palm before placing it over your own breast.

“Touch yourself for me, darling.” He commands softly, swallowing your other hand with his own and pinning it by your head, fingers laced, “Let me watch you unravel.”

Kugo’s free hand travels down your thighs and back up, nails dragging along your skin deliciously. He gathers your wetness on his fingers and firmly presses a finger against your glistening pearl to rub slow, small circles. You cry out at the feeling, hands squeezing against your breast and Kugo’s hand. He growls in approval and nuzzles against your cheek. He adjusts his hand, pushing a long finger inside you and grinding his palm against your clit.

“Ah..! Kugo~” You whine, shutting your eyes at the pleasure you’re finally given and playing with your nipple.

“That’s it. You’re so beautiful, my darling.” Kugo sighs, adding another finger and thrusting them steadily within you. You gasp as he prepares you, the friction on your inner walls coiling the knot in your belly tighter and tighter. His skillful fingers find a sensitive, spongy spot within you and you arch, seeing stars.

“Oh, yes! I-I’m…” You stammer, breath quickening as you look at Kugo desperately. He eats up your expression and grinds his palm over your clit again harder than before. You keen.

“Cum for me,” Kugo breathes into your ear and your whole body tenses until the coil finally snaps. With a long pornographic moan you hardly recognize to be your own voice, your walls tighten around Kugo’s fingers in orgasm. He slows the thrust of his fingers, instead pulsing them deeply within you and extending the length of your orgasm. By the team he withdraws, you’re dazed and twitching beneath him.

Kugo bites at your neck lovingly, leaning back to admire the state you’re in. Catching your breath, you lean up and kiss him as you run your hands over his chest and stomach. You lick his neck and bite his shoulders while you unbuckle his pants and shove them down his thick thighs.

“Kugo,” You whisper breathlessly, relishing the way the cords of his muscles tighten when you reach beneath his underwear and caress his hard length. He’s long and thick in your hand as you pump his member slowly, feeling precum between your skin ; you have no idea how he’ll fit and the thought makes you shudder in anticipation, “I can’t take it anymore. Please.”

Kugo lets out a low moan, gripping your upper arms tightly and turning you onto your elbows and knees in front of him. The glowing embers in your belly roar back to life as Kugo’s hands slide down your back and grab the meat of your ass, spreading you apart to look at your begging wetness.

“God, I need you so badly.” Kugo groans, words slurring slightly together as he pulls down his underwear and lays his chest down over your back. He pants into your ear, pressing against you and you feel his length pushing against you. You moan. “I’m completely undone by you and at your mercy.”

Kugo’s hand finds your clit again, teasing it gently and driving you to the brink of insanity. You need him inside of you— you can’t think of anything else at all. You push your hips against Kugo’s.

“Please, Kugo. Take me,” You plead desperately, feeling yourself practically dripping in need. Kugo’s chest rumbles in a deep moan and he obliges.

Slowly, he pushes himself into your folds and your walls stretch to make way for him. You both groan and you fist the sheets tightly beneath you. Once he’s fully seated within you, Kugo remains still to allow you a moment to adjust. You release a breath, glad Kugo took the time to prepare you before; you’ve never felt so completely filled.

“Let me make you feel good, my dear girl.” Kugo rumbles against your hair, nibbling your ear and running a hand along your side as he does. You nod and nudge against Kugo’s jaw, reaching up to place a wet kiss on the underside.

Slowly, Kugo begins to move his hips, thrusting shallowly within you and making you moan in pleasure. Kugo cups your breast in his hand and steadily extends his thrusts little by little until he’s almost all the way out of you before plunging back in.

“You feel so good,” Kugo growls over the sound of your skin slapping together. You bite your lip and buck your hips against his, the feeling of the head of his cock hitting the back of your walls becoming too much to take. Kugo winds an arm tightly around your waist, pinning you against him as he begins to thrust with an animalistic ferocity. You cry out and hold onto his arm for something to ground you.

“I- I can’t— Ah! I’m not going to la-ast much longe-er~!” You manage to get out between moans, climax building at an alarming rate.

“Yes...Nngh... Give me one more. Let me have all of you.” Kugo demands roughly, squeezing your breast in his hand and pumping faster within you. You cry out beneath him, writhing in ecstasy in his unyielding hold.

“Oh… I’m c-cumming!” You practically shriek as your walls tighten and you’re hurtled over the edge into rapture. Kugo groans at the feeling of you cumming around his cock and reaches down to rub at your clit, nearly cumming himself at the way you squeal and jerk against his hold, walls spasming even more around him. “Gang Orca!”

It’s your use of his hero name in such a lewd, obscene voice that sends Kugo over the edge. Bearing down on you, Kugo takes the junction of your shoulder and neck into his maw and bites down, releasing deep within you. You shudder and whimper, both of you slowly coming down from your highs and feeling wholly satisfied. Kugo withdraws from you carefully and lays down beside you, hugging you closely to his chest. You tuck your head under his chin and snuggle into him, pressing kisses to his skin. He sighs in content and strokes your hair.

“You are a catch indeed.” Kugo hums absently, referencing Selkie’s poorly encrypted message about you. You smile, warmth spreading throughout your chest, and bask in the afterglow with your no-longer-secret sweetheart.

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imagine-myhero · 3 years

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Hi friends! I know its been literally a millennia since I last posted but I just wasn't having any inspiration UNTIL I DECIDED TO MAKE A CHARACTER THEMES VIDEO! I have no background in editing or things like that but it would mean a lot if you gave my video a watch!!

For now I just did class 1 a but I have plans to do the pros, villains, and other characters like the big 3! Please let me know what you think!

And more importantly, doing this has lit the fire for me to write! I am drafting out 3 separate things right now (Including part 2 of Angel 👀) so keep your eyes out!

Sorry again for my absence, but glad to be back!❤🥳

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imagine-myhero · 4 years

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Hi there! Could I request a short scenario with Todoroki and Hawks (if you can only do one at a time that’s okay!) who are arguing with the reader and all of a sudden they just start having a panic attack and hyperventilating due to previous toxic relationships so they try to comfort their s/o? 🥺💕 i understand if you don’t want to write the request, and I absolute love your pieces btw! Have a great day 💖

Author’s Note: Thank you all so much for your patience with my unofficial hiatus. The holidays were a lot and now I’m on my final semester of college so life be hectic AF. Anyways, thanks for the request and hope you enjoy!

Shouto Todoroki

It had felt like ages since you’d last seen Shouto beyond a quick peck on the cheek in passing, and even that was becoming rare. It had felt even longer since the two of you spoke casually and comfortably without something pulling one of you away.

Crime rates had risen lately, causing a lot of overtime on Shouto’s end and keeping him away from home until the unreasonable hours of the night when you were already asleep. In the early mornings when you would wake and get ready for your own job, he’d still be dead asleep from the long night before. Of course you wouldn’t wake him— you understood he needed his rest, but that didn’t stop the ache of loneliness and feeling like the love of your life was slowly fading away from settling in your heart. .

Even when the two of you had a moment to spare with each other, Shouto was becoming moody and short with you. It almost seemed as if Shouto viewed quality time with you as another job he had to do on top of everything else.

Maybe it was one too many dinners gone cold, one too many missed calls, or one too many brushed off touches, but whatever it was it made you speak up. Shouto was particularly stressed out that night, but you chose to ignore it. Instead you asked him if he still had feelings for you, pleaded that he try and make more time for you, and demanded he tell you why he’d been so distant lately.

“I have more than enough on my plate without you badgering me like this.” He answered with a disapproving look.

“‘Badgering’? Shouto, it’s been days since we last had a real conversation, weeks since we had a real kiss, and I can’t even remember the last time we had sex.” You argued. Normally you weren’t so blunt, but you really couldn’t beat around the bush anymore.

Shouto could sympathize with your sentiments; it had been a long time since you spent time together in any sense. But it wasn’t like he was just goofing off. Shouto had an important job and you claimed to understand that when you started dating him.

“I’ve been really busy (Name)…” He sighed.

“I know, but…”

“Enough!” Shouto said firmly, louder than he had intended, and you jumped at the suddenness. When you met his gaze, you received a look you hadn’t seen in years, and never from Shouto. Icy venom and burning anger flooded his eyes, his lips pressing down into a disdainful scowl. You felt small and insignificant beneath his stare, a feeling that slapped you with memories you’d much rather forget.

Tears flooded your eyes and you quickly turned away before Shouto could see, but he didn’t have to. He knew the moment the harsh command left his mouth what he’d done because the voice that came out didn’t sound like his at all.

It sounded like his father’s.

And only when he forcefully relaxed his face did he realize how deep he was glaring at you. All of his emotions extinguished, leaving nothing but a repentant smoke curling from the ashes.

“Shit…” He muttered, swallowing thickly and staring at your heaving back in shame. “I’m… I’m so sorry, (Name). I don’t know what—…”

You moved to leave the room, but suddenly his cool hand enveloped your wrist gently yet securely. You whipped your head back to look at him, tears streaming down your face and body flushed with the heat of anxiety, and you see the sorrowful and broken eyes of your beloved.

“S-Shouto…” You whimpered forlornly, hiccuping and unable to catch your breath. Immediately, Shouto embraced you, holding you tightly as you clung to him and shook with tears and sharp gasps. Shouto wanted to beg for your forgiveness, but knew he had no right to ask. He didn’t deserve it; you had no obligation to ever forgive him. But after all this was caused because he was neglecting you like a fool, he couldn’t bear to let you walk away and be alone again.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, that was unforgivable.” He said softly, because he refused to let you face any more of his anger— even if it was at himself this time.

“I-It’s okay…” You sniffled.

“No, it’s not okay… I swear I’ll do everything in my power to make sure this never happens again. I’m sorry. I’m taking the rest of the week off to be here with you, if you’ll still have me…”

You listened to him silently and then nodded, shakily responding, “I love you…”

Shouto’s grip tightened on you and you breathed in his comforting scent, feeling loved when he pressed his lips to the crown of your head.

“I love you too, sweetheart. Always. I won’t make you feel lonely again.”

Hawks

You were only worried, and Keigo knew that, but he was just so mad at himself for letting you find out what he was doing with the League of Villains. He was mad at himself for having lied to you about it, he was terrified at the fact that you’re involved now because you knew, he was dreading your begging for him to stop when he couldn’t, and all of these emotions created a storm in his mind and the next thing he knew he was snapping at you.

“Keigo, you could be killed!” You pleaded, the thought alone making you feel sick. Hawks ran his hand through his windswept hair and clenched his jaw tightly. Like he needed you to remind him of that. His fingers drummed restlessly against his thigh and while he did everything he could not to look at you. “Please talk to your superiors. There must be some other way—.”

“There isn’t, okay?! So just drop it!” Keigo roared back at you, finally making eye contact and you froze at what you saw in them. His usually warm, sweet, honey-colored eyes were now darkened, sharp, and burning with anger. The aggression in his voice and face was all too familiar to you and you found your muscles seizing up with terror and your voice caught in your throat. Keigo initially didn’t notice your reaction while he continued, voice raising, “You just don’t get it. It’s so damn complicated and I’m the only one who can fucking—!”

Keigo stopped yelling immediately as soon as he saw it. He had taken a step toward you while he was trying to explain himself, his wings ruffling out in frustration, and you flinched hard, your arms flying up in between you and him and eyes squeezing shut. He felt his chest tighten and his throat dry up; he didn’t know how to react or what to say. Instantly his wings folded back in, further than normal as if to hide their very existence and make himself seem as small as possible.

“(Name)…?” He called your name quietly, concern bleeding into his expression. You didn’t notice. You could only focus on how you couldn’t slow down your breathing or put down your arms from shielding yourself. You tried to tell yourself you’re okay— that Keigo hadn’t even touched you—but you couldn’t seem to think straight.

“(Name).” Keigo said your name again, more urgently this time but trying desperately to remain calm. He was panicking at how scared you looked. His stomach twisted with dread when he realized you thought he was going to hit you.

“I-I’m sorry.” You said quickly, forcing your arms down though you’re unable to bring them further than your chest or straighten them out. Hawks flinched when you apologized. He wished he didn’t say anything. He didn’t know if you were apologizing for your reaction or if it was a reflex statement to try and blunt his anger. But he wasn’t angry— not at you. And he didn’t want you to apologize for being scared. He scared you. He’s the one who should be…

“Don’t.” He whispered, shaking his head, “Don’t apologize. Don’t ever apologize. I’m sorry, this is my fault. I promise I’m not mad, I would never hurt you I swear. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m so sorry.” Keigo began to ramble, feeling nothing short of horrible for causing this reaction in you.

Inside your frightened haze, you heard the comforting tone in his voice, the soft croon of guilt and regret and sweetness. You’re reminded that this is your Hawks— your Keigo. He wasn’t gaslighting you, wasn’t drunk, wasn’t violent… He’s just as scared as you right now and he’s sorry.

Tears welled up in your eyes and you stepped forward, shoving yourself into Keigo’s body and weeping freely. Immediately his arms wrapped around you, holding you securely but not too tightly. Hands stroked your hair softly and rubbed your back, and you cried even more at the gentle touches.

“It’s alright, I promise I never meant to scare you like that. I let my emotions get the better of me, but I promise I’m not angry at you. I know you were just scared… I’m scared too…” Keigo said softly, voice shaking slightly while he held you closer and wrapped his wings around the two of you.

“I trust you…” He heard you say meekly, clutching his shirt tighter and nuzzling against him slightly. Keigo pressed his lips together and buried his head in the crook of your neck, squeezing his eyes shut and choking back a whimper.

“Thank you, baby…I won’t let you down again.”

#bnha #shouto todoroki #hawks #keigo takami #bnha x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #hawks x reader #bnha imagines #todoroki #my hero academia #mha

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I’m gonna be honest, when I saw that your name was Olivia, I almost freaked out- Same names- Anyway, love your writing! ~Another Olivia 🌙

Love it! I totally use the moon emoji all the time too 🤔🌙

Great minds! Great names ❤

#chit chat asks #olivias #twinning!

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Ship Commission for OC Ren

“ok so i sent the kofi but somehow completely forgot to leave a message so i'm backtracking and doing this through asks. My Oc's name is Ren, she/her, no gender pref. She's 5'7, short and choppy white hair, downturned orange eyes, toned build, small bust. She's 16,a hero student at UA and her zodiac sign is pisces. Quirk: Void- It allows her to open pocket dimensions for any single person looking at her if she's aware of their presence. Ren is the quiet-speaks when spoken to type, often hides her thoughts unless explicitly asked. After joining UA she develops a more motherly personality (reminds everyone to eat lunch, go to bed on time). She doesn't know how to react to praise and gets flustered when anyone compliments her. Despite her poor social skills, she doesn't stutter. She tries to voice all her happy thoughts to keep others spirits up (but this does get annoying sometime because she just gets going & wont shut up). Likes: idol music, flowers, tea, waking up early and dislikes: people messing with hair, too much attention being placed on her, strong flavors. Hobbies: growing flowers, strength training, researching idol groups. Preferred pet is a tarantulas and her favorite animals are butterflies. She has never cursed and finds herself incapable of using any word harsher than "damn." OK that's everything! thank you so much and i'm sorry for lying about send this through ko-fi” - @lesbiansportsanime

Thank you so much for being my first commission request! This was challenging in all the best ways and I really hope you like it!! ❤️Olivia

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I ship your OC Ren with…

Izuku Midoriya!!

Izuku is a Cancer and Ren is a Pisces, which means they have great compatibility because they are just two lil cinnamon rolls with lots of love to give! Izuku and Ren would have the subtle, oblivious kind of romance. They would start as friends and their relationship would grow and grow until suddenly one of them realizes they’re in love with the other.

Izuku and Ren are both more on the reserved end of the spectrum, Ren more than Izuku, but Izuku’s passion for heroes plus his notebooks of personal research on all of them would catch Ren’s interest and make her feel more comfortable around him because she relates with her own interest in idols and hobby of researching them. His own fanboy moments would encourage Ren’s and Izuku would be a great listener. What would start as a mutual fanboying/fangirling session would definitely lead to natural and deeper conversations with a level of comfort that has Ren opening up about her personal life without necessarily being asked. Izuku would be one of the few in class that knows Ren on a more personal level. Ren needs someone to trust and Izuku is incredibly loyal, making the two a great match.

With the nature of Izuku’s quirk and his determination to become a hero, he needs someone balanced like Ren to be there for him, training with him often and helping him improve, but also reminding him not to push himself too hard and to take care of himself. He would really appreciate someone like Ren caring about his well-being and the well-being of others too. Izuku would be attracted to nurturing and motherly people like Ren. He isn’t annoyed when Ren ends up rambling to get everyone’s spirits up because he mumbles a lot too so he gets it he understands that she’s just trying to alleviate everyone’s stress and is touched by that.

Midoriya’s first impression of Ren would be that she is very quiet. He almost didn’t even notice her on the first day of school; that just made it all the more surprising when he was mumbling to himself about a pro hero and Ren appeared at his shoulder remarking that the pro hero was the favorite hero of her “bias idol” (whatever that meant, but he would later learn and wonder...did that mean All Might was his hero bias?).

What Izuku likes best about Ren is her innate sense of compassion. Even when it’s just the little things like “Make sure to brush your teeth!” and “Have you eaten today? I packed extra in my lunch just in case.”, Izuku can’t help but smile with fondness every time Ren comes out of her shell to make sure everyone in class is taking care of themselves. He just wishes that Ren would voice her own needs more often so he could return the favor, though that doesn’t stop him from trying to guess.

My song pick for Izuku and Ren: Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop - Landon Pigg

#ship commission #bnha #my hero academia #bnha ship #izuku midoriya

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hii i was wondering if i could get a ship commish for my OC? but how many ko-fi's is it and could i submit on info on kofi instead of through an ask?

Hi! Sorry for the confusion, ship commissions are only 1 Ko-Fi ($3) and yes you can send me your info on there rather than here if you prefer!!

Thanks for your interest~ <3

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imagine-myhero · 5 years

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can you do ship commissions for ocs?

Absolutely I will!!! ❤ I should add that to my commissions info page prob 🤔 good question indeed!

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imagine-myhero · 5 years

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I wanted to ask before I sent it in- but would you write headcannons for Tokoyami if I sent in a request for him? I have an idea I've been sitting on but can't find anyone who's requests are open… I'm sorry of this is a bother! You can ignore this if tou want. I just found your blog and am loving what I've seen so far. ♥️

I would! But it may take a while because theres some requests with characters i have a liiittle more interest in sitting in my inbox. If you're willing to wait a lil bit, I'd be happy to write for you especially if no one else will!! I really like Tokoyami's character 😊 also the more specific your request is, the better for a quicker turnaround!

My bestie is getting married tomorrow so I havent been writing much I'm so busy, but now that it's upon us I'll have a lot more free time VERY soon. Thank you all for being patient 😭

#tokoyami is underappreciated #sorry also for the unannounced hiatus of sors

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Hii! I just discovered your blog, and I followed immediately! SUCH QUALITY CONTENT THAT YOU FEED US SWEETHEART! If it's not too much trouble, could I possibly draw a scene from your Vampire! Todoroki work? If that's okay with you! Also, if you' re feeling like it, could I possibly have a Barbarian King! Bakugo x Reader x Sorcerer! Shoto? You can do whatever you want with that, it's still going to be amazing after all! ;3 Take care and make sure to take breaks, snakeling! You're incredible! ❤

Wow thank you thank you THANK YOU SO MUCH this is so so sweet. All of your comments on my works seriously made my heart so warm and fuzzy!! I am so so incredibly flattered that you want to draw a scene from Wicked! ABSOLUTELY YES I MUST SEE IT!!!

Also Fantasy AUs are my weakness, so I’d be happy to work on a Barbarian!Baku / Sorcerer!Sho / Reader piece~

Again, thank you so very very much for this feedback

#chit chat asks #nice gem of a person #ily

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I just read angel and it’s sooo good! I’m sure the next part will be just as good :)

Ahhhhh thank you!❤ I'm glad that fic has gotten love, it's one of my favorites that I've written 😊😊😊 2nd part is in the works, but still early development-- I hope itll be worth the wait!

#chit chat asks #stuff like this keeps me going #thank you sweet soul!

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Philonoist

Request from my AO3 page by Kittynation08: Hello, i was wondering if you could please do kaminari x reader x kirishima in the fantasy au with nsfw please. Like they are going around with bakugou and kirishima goes into his rut and then kaminari joins in as well. Thank you and i really enjoy your fic

Pairing: Dragon!Kirishima x F!Reader x Dragon!Kaminari

Word Count: 3.8k

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

“DAMN IT, YOU TWO!” Bakugou roars at the pair of mighty dragons in front of him as if they were mere fleas. The larger dragon, red scaled with black arched horns and claws, bows his head in shame and apology at the raging blonde barbarian. The smaller dragon, yellow scaled with no horns but a distinctly shaped patch of black scales along his neck, presses his belly and the underside of his jaw against the ground while averting his gaze from the man.

What was supposed to be a successful and easy raid turned into a disaster when Bakugou Katsuki’s dragons got too worked up and began aggressively fighting each other when one had gotten too close to the other. The fiasco allowed a band of soldiers to escape with a large portion of his loot and, needless to say, the man was not pleased by it.

“What are your problems?! I’ll kill you both if you don’t knock it the hell off!” Bakugou continues to fume. A moment passes under his furious glare before the dragons’ bodies release thick clouds of steam. The hot wind blows Katsuki’s hair back, but he otherwise doesn’t budge and impatiently glares ahead.

Two men emerge from the steam clouds, covering their bare bodies with silks and furs used as makeshift saddles in their dragon forms. The red dragon, now a tall red-haired man with a broad chest and shoulders, rubs the back of his neck and bares his sharp teeth in a sheepish smile. His name is Eijirou Kirishima.

“Sorry, man. It’s… that time of the year ya know?” He says. Katsuki grinds his teeth and growls at them.

“No, obviously I don’t know.” Bakugou barks back.

“Mating season.” The other man fills in the blank, once the striking yellow dragon and now a man more slender than the other with yellow hair bearing a distinctly shaped black patch, and yellow eyes, “It’s our ruts. Our hormones are going insane.” At the blunt explanation, Bakugou’s head dips back in surprise and his ears tinge red at the tips but he covers his embarrassment with a loud scoff.

“Well you listen to me, not your damn hormones. If you can’t keep from trying to bite each other’s heads off then you’re of no fucking use to me, so go deal with it and don’t come back until you do!” He shouts at the two men before stalking off angrily. Kirishima and Kaminari stare awkwardly at each other for a moment.

“And he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house down.” Kaminari lilts, smiling contagiously. Kirishima can’t suppress his laughter and shakes his head, turning in the opposite direction of Katsuki and cocking his head at Kaminari to follow.

“C’mon, we’d better get out of here and ‘deal with it’ before Katsuki really loses it.”

They both walk into the forest and separate to search for relief from the growing heat building up in them. As time passes, and the setting sun burns out into dusk to reveal the luminous full moon, Eijirou begins to sweat from the heat radiating from his tense body as the bestial desire within him becomes restless with hunger. The core of the heat screams for attention between his legs and strains against the fabric of his pants; Eijirou becomes hyper aware of the feeling of his clothes against his body, the sound of the breeze grazing by his ears, and the smell of—.

Eijirou stiffens completely, pupils blowing with lust, and grinds his teeth against the shudder that runs through his body directly to his groin.

A woman.

Kirishima immediately begins following the scent, thoughts becoming duller and hazier as the alluring scent permeates his senses. He soon finds you near the Enchanted Lake, humming softly to yourself as you pick the coveted fruits and berries from trees and bushes taking nutrients from the lake’s mystical waters through their roots. Your neck is exposed and your shirt reveals the valley between your breasts that travels tantalizingly down beneath. You look absolutely delectable.

“Don’t you know the Enchanted Lake is dangerous?” You hear a husky voice growl out, startling you. Your gaze snaps up from your basket of fruits to see a young man emerging from the surrounding forest. His crimson eyes are fixed on you in an intense stare, his beautifully tanned skin glowing with a thin sheen of sweat, and his broad, bare chest heaving up and down slowly with purposeful breaths. He continues to approach you, and you can see the muscles tensing along his body.

“So I’ve been told…” You answer. Before this man who exudes such a male presence you find yourself feeling like the only woman in the world and you aren’t sure if that’s a good or bad thing. You slowly stand to meet the handsome stranger as he stops in front of you. It seems like he almost reaches out for you, but he stops himself before he does. His strong scent reminds you of autumn leaves and a crackling campfire. It starts to intoxicate you and you breathe in more deeply.

“What are you doing out here?” He asks lowly, gaze dropping to travel the length of your body. You suppress a shudder. In the back of your mind you know you should be wary of this strange man, but there’s something so mystical about him and your grip on those thoughts start to slip.

“What are you?” You ask, voice no stronger than a breathy whisper. The red-haired man doesn’t seem bothered that you ignored his question. Instead, the corners of his lips pull upwards into a smile, revealing his sharp teeth. You gasp quietly at the sight of them and he chuckles, reaching up to take a strand of your hair between his fingertips.

“Take a guess.” He responds playfully. His head dips down of its own accord to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, hand in your hair falling to grip gently at your waist. Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of his hot skin brushing against yours. There, he takes a long, deep breath. You smell absolutely incredible. When he exhales, it comes out almost like a growl.

You open your eyes to look at him and you catch the sight of red scales gathered over the back of his neck. His grip on your waist tightens a little and you suddenly feel the prodding of sharp nails in your skin. The man goes rigid and he forces himself back from you. When you see his face, it’s twisted in concentration and almost… pain?

“Sorry.” He grunts out, peeking one eye open to look at you and mustering a charming smile, “I don’t mean to scare you. I’m not usually like this.”

His breath hitches again and he closes his eyes with another grunt. Before your eyes, two glossy black rigid horns emerge from his head of red hair, curving upward and glinting in the moonlight. “Don’t get the wrong idea about dragons because of me, okay?” Your eyes widen at his revelation.

“You’re... a dragon?” You speak in disbelief, eyes widening in awe and wonder. You’ve longed for this moment your entire life, but never did you imagine your dream would ever come to fruition. You’re a seeker of knowledge; all things rare and unfamiliar are beautiful to you, but dragons… dragons always fascinated you the most. Little is known about them since so few men ever lived to document their observations or encounters with them, yet here one stands before you in human form— you didn’t even know dragons had human forms. And his is rather… well endowed, you notice as you glance down at the none-too-subtle erection the man is sporting with a blush.

You realize that spring has begun, referred to by many the season of “new life”. He must be affected by the breeding season. The thought has you feeling a bit hot and bothered with shameful images crossing your mind.

“I… I’ve always been fascinated with dragons.” You admit shyly, looking at the man through your eyelashes. He looks back at you and clenches his jaw before letting out a breathy chuckle.

“Don’t say things like that right now, gorgeous.” He warns, “It’s hard enough already not to…” The man trails off, a blush coloring his cheeks. You can’t help but giggle at his out-of-place bashfulness.

“Maybe you could… teach me a thing or two about dragons.” You suggest with as much nonchalance as you can muster, slowly reaching up to brush your fingers against the hard ridges of his black horns. He lets out a harsh breath and closes his eyes in pleasure, giving you a thrilling sense of empowerment.

“You want to know more about me?” He asks in a low, husky tone. He looks down at you with heated crimson eyes as he takes your wrist and pulls it from his horns to his lips, “Who am I to deny you? We can come to know each other very intimately.”

He pulls your wrist over his shoulder, bringing you flush against his broad, firm chest. Instinctively, you brace your other hand against his chest and feel how hot his skin is. The man dips his head beside yours and he nibbles on your earlobe before gently latching his lips to the skin just below it and sucking gently. Your breath catches and you tilt your head to allow him more access, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation.

“What’s your name?” You ask. He pulls away, lips quirked up into a smile and he tilts his head slightly while he looks from your tempting lips to your eyes.

“Eijirou.” He answers, and you repeat it softly, enjoying the way it leaves your lips. He seems to enjoy the sound just as much as you, and he suddenly leans in dangerously close, trapping you within his mesmerizing eyes like wildfire. “This is your last chance to stop me.” He warns in a low voice that nearly makes you shudder. You can feel his breath on your skin and his hands latch onto your hips.

“Sorry, no objections here.” You smile, reaching on your tiptoes and pressing your lips firmly to his. He returns the kiss with just as much enthusiasm, his grip tightening on you and pulling you closer. He coaxes your lips apart and as his tongue teases yours, you taste the heat— almost like spices. The two of you break apart breathing heavily, and you see his eyes darkened with lust and primal desire.

“And your name?” He asks, nipping at your bottom lip. You answer and he swallows your name in another breathtaking kiss. He becomes rougher, kissing and marking down your neck while his hands slide up your waist to cup at your breasts through your shirt. You run your hands along his chest, scratching lightly along his stomach, over his nipples, and around his back where you feel the rough texture of scales here and there. Eijirou relishes in your touch, growling against your skin as he kisses along your neck and the exposed expanse of your chest and collar bones.

The two of you sink to the cool dirt and Eijirou pulls your shirt away from your body, large hands engulfing your breasts and massaging them. He sucks and kisses at your neck, dragging his teeth along your skin while his thumb and forefinger rolls and pinches your nipple between them, drawing out a small moan from you as you arch your back into his touch. He nudges your thighs apart to rest over his hips on either side and you feel his hardness pressing against your excited heat.

As he dips down to bring your nipple into his mouth, his hips rut against yours and his length rubs deliciously against your clit through your tight cloth pants. A moan escapes you again and you reach to grasp his horns, grinding your hips up into his in return. He groans and sucks harshly on your nipple, making you give a small yelp and buck your hips again into his. He shudders when you grip his horns tightly and pulls away from you to rip your pants and undergarments from your body, leaving you completely bare before him.

The way he stares at your body makes you grow wetter with anticipation and excitement. Eijirou caresses your thigh, scratching lightly at the insides with his nails as he gently parts your legs. He takes in a deep breath, smelling your arousal, and lets out a long, low groan. His fingers trace your wet opening, teasing your entrance and rubbing over your clit before he slowly sinks two fingers inside you without any resistance, and you moan out in desire. He pumps his fingers in you for a few moments, scissoring them inside you, before pulling them out.

"I can't wait any longer." He murmurs, voice thick with lust as he discards his pants to reveal his need. He's thick and so hard you can see the veins along the side. You honestly aren’t sure how he'll fit inside you, but the thought oddly turns you on. Eijirou kisses you before turning you onto your belly. You get the hint and quickly slide your knees up beneath you to raise your core into the air as a presentation to him. The sound he makes when you do this is animalistic and raw, and suddenly you feel his body drape over yours, hot chest baring down on your upper body and jaw clamping down on the junction of your shoulder and neck.

Your body twitches in anticipation, but only for a few seconds before you feel the large head of his cock pressing into your wet opening. He pushes his hips into yours, his rock hard cock sliding deeper within you and stretching you until your mouth is gaping open and your nails are digging into the cool dirt for something to ground yourself with.

You've never felt so full. Eijirou is quick to begin thrusting into you with deep, pulsing thrusts that don't see more than an inch or two of his length leaving you. You feel lost for breath as he sharply thrusts against the deepest part of your core, his girth rubbing against your walls in the most pleasurable way. You hardly recognize your own voice in the moans Eijirou draws from you.

Eijirou withdraws from your neck and you hear and feel his harsh panting in your ear. His breath is hot, and you see wisps of dark smoke curling around your neck from his breaths, reminding you of what he is and sparking a surge of even more arousal in your core. He starts pulling back more, thrusting more fully into you and you hear the slap of his skin against yours. The change in force has you crying out beneath him and pushing your hips back into his, making him grunt and moan. One arm wraps around your hips and pulls them flush against his while he begins to rub at your throbbing clit.

"F-fuck! Eijirou…" You moan out desperately, hips jerking at the new sensation, though his grip tightens to keep them still against his onslaught of pleasure. He lets out a loud groan when you tighten around him from the added pleasure. With the added stimulation, you feel the coil in your lower belly tightening quickly. "Sh-Shit, I'm—" You try to hold yourself together, to pull your hips away from his devilish fingers that are hurling you to the edge so damn quickly, but it only presses you further against him and him further into you. You gasp.

"Eijirou!" You nearly scream at the sensations, but just as the coil within you is about to snap, Eijirou stills completely. You nearly cry out at the sudden loss right at the critical moment, but the chilling sound of the furious growl that you feel against your back from Eijirou stops you immediately. You whip your head around and gasp in shock when you see another man at the edge of the clearing, watching you. In panic, you try to scramble out from under Eijirou, but he grips you with enough force to stop a lion and holds you against him, though he drapes his body over yours in a way to hide your indecency.

"Kaminari" is the only thing you can make out between Eijirou's rumbling snarls. It must be the man's name because he responds. He moves closer despite Eijirou's obvious protests, albeit cautiously. He's handsome; leaner than Eijirou but alluring in an almost cat-like way.

"C'mon, man." He calls out in a pleading voice, reaching down to palm at his groin as if he can’t help himself, "There's no one else around here for miles and even if there was I wouldn't smell them over you two. You know how much torture it is to witness this without any relief of my own?"

He looks terribly hot and bothered. You find yourself rubbing your legs together out of sympathy just looking at him, eliciting a mix between a groan and hiss from Eijirou as he tries to stand his ground. You then notice the yellow scales lining the stranger's arms and shoulders and realize he too must be a dragon with the way he interacts with Eijirou as if he knows him well. The thought has you excited, and that excitement throbs all the way down to your filled core, causing Eijirou to dig his nails into your skin.

"Eijirou…?" You whisper softly, not taking your eyes off Kaminari. He seems to understand what you're asking. His hand runs along your thigh in response as he mulls it over. Now that he's had some relief, he has a tiny bit of clarity that agrees to give mercy to his friend. And to you as well it seems.

Eijirou hums at Kaminari and lifts your upper body gently onto your hands before resuming to softly thrust into your heat to rekindle the burning embers of your prior passion. The sight of yellow eyes on you makes your body tingle in awareness and you try to muffle your moan in embarrassment. Kaminari's lips twitch upward in a mesmerized grin before he slowly advances toward you again, disrobing as he does. He's not as thick as Eijirou, but he has considerable length with a slight curve.

He pumps himself as he takes the final steps towards you. Eijirou growls slightly and thrusts a little harder and faster into you, making you squeak, but does nothing else to stop Kaminari. You stare hungrily up at him as he gets in front of you and caresses your jaw softly. You brace a hand against his thigh and lean to lick at his cock. He sighs out in pleasure when you take the reddened head into your mouth and suck gently. You ease him further into you mouth until you feel him against the back of your throat and Kaminari grips your hair in his hands and he groans loudly. Eijirou begins to thrust harder, rocking your body and bobbing your head up and down Kaminari's length. Kaminari's hands help keep your rhythm to Eijirou's thrusts and you start sucking at him fervently once you're comfortable. Kaminari's head tips back and he pants out in grunts and moans, tugging at your hair and running his fingers along your scalp in a way that has you moaning as well around him.

Fingers find their way to your clit once again and another pinches your nipple in tandem, and you shriek in surprise and overwhelming pleasure. Eijirou's fingers rub at your sensitive pearl with a speed and precision that has tears pricking the corner of your eyes from the white-hot pleasure. You pull off Kaminari’s cock and cry out desperately, bucking back into Eijirou.

"Ei- Eijirou, I can't— I'm— Ah!!! I'm cumming!" You babble before closing your eyes tightly and letting out a high-pitched moan when you finally are thrown off the edge, tumbling into absolute bliss.

Eijirou grunts in approval, thrusts never slowing, and grabs your arms to pull you up fully onto your knees. You can only moan and whimper as he rides your orgasm out, the only thing preventing you from falling face first into the ground a limp, blissful mess being Eijirou holding you up by your arms. Eijirou suddenly bites down hard on your shoulder and buries himself within you as far he can manage and releases into your heat with a guttural moan.

He pulls out of you slowly, and you feel the product of your passion dripping down your thighs. The spent redhead falls backward to lean against a large rock behind him while breathing heavily. You open your eyes to see Kaminari in front of you, pumping himself quickly to the sight of you so blissed out. You beckon him and he wastes no time in getting on his haunches, gently pushing at your shoulders to lie in Eijirou's lap as he yanks your thighs over his.

You moan from the oversensitivity when Kaminari rubs himself along your soaking folds, bumping your clit and giving you shocks of pleasure. You feel Eijirou's hands run along your chest and cup at your breasts, and then Kaminari pushes within you, reaching a depth that leaves you breathless. When he withdraws, the curve of his cock drags against your sweet spot and you yelp, thighs jerking against his grip. He grins at your reaction and squeezes your thighs excitedly. Kaminari starts thrusts quickly in and out of you until you're seeing stars with a fast-approaching second orgasm.

"Kami— n-nari…" You groan, reaching down to grab his wrists on your thighs for something to ground yourself with. "O-oh!"

"Shit," Kaminari groans, thrusting frantically as he approaches his release. The feeling of his blunt nails digging into the meat of your inner thighs and scratching electrifies your core with pleasure-pain and you cum hard, clamping tightly down onto Kaminari with a shout. Kaminari joins in right along with you, pressing himself as far against you as he can while his cock releases thick spurts of cum inside you.

Kaminari collapses onto your equally limp body, still within you and breathing heavily. You close your eyes tiredly and smile at the relaxing feeling of Eijirou carding his fingers through your hair and along your scalp.

"So," Eijirou begins and you can hear the smile in his voice, "Did you learn what you wanted to about dragons?"

You giggle in response and open your eyes to stare up into his warm, red eyes. "Absolutely. All that and more."

"Ah, this was to learn more about us, was it? Well maybe it doesn't have to be your last lesson then." Kaminari suggests, voice muffled from his place between your breasts, eyes still shut in contented afterglow. You bite your lip and grin at his words.

"I am quite the avid learner.”

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Wicked

This is a request I got on my AO3 page:

“hi can I request Vampire!Todoroki x Reader? where Todoroki saves reader from being burn alive at her village because she is accused of being a witch. thanks” from shinichishi.

Pairing: Vampire!Shouto x F!Reader

“Please, don’t do this!” You beg through hysterical tears as the people who once looked at you with kind smiles and warm eyes now forcefully drag you across the autumn dirt to the town center with frenzied, hateful expressions. You resist and struggle as much as you can, but you’re not nearly strong enough to break free. “I’m not a witch, I swear!” You insist, but all your pleading and screams fall on deaf ears.

“Don’t gaze upon her! You will fall under her wicked spell! Avert your eyes and ears, all of you!” A man cries out to the crowd who roars in agreement and anger. It’s the man who brought this terrible fate upon you, staring down at you with cold and cruel eyes. You fall limp in despair, tears running down your face without abandon.

How could this happen?

What have you done to deserve such a fate?

Soon, you see the mounds of dry straw and kindling surrounding a scorched wooden stake in front of the courthouse. Your blood chills and your heart sinks to your stomach. Fear, pure unadulterated fear courses through you and you dig your heels in the ground, crying out in desperation as you begin to struggle again.

“I beg of you, please! This is a mistake! Have mercy, God please have mercy…” Your screams break into whimpers as you struggle to catch your breath through your hysterical sobbing. A hand comes down to strike your cheek sharply. You yelp at the burning sting spreading across your face.

“Silence! Do not dare utter the Lord’s name you witch !” A minister of the church hisses venomously at you. They drag you to the stake and bind your hands around it with thick rope that digs into your skin while you try to free yourself. You stare in horror at the townspeople that are gathering around you, torches in hand and evil sneers on their faces.

You can’t believe this. They were so kind to you once; the baker gave you extra pastries he made in the mornings, the minister spoke comforting blessings when you crossed paths, and the wives taught you how to cook and knit in their free time. The looks of disgust and hate on their faces make them look like strangers to you. Strangers who are going to burn you alive for “practicing witchcraft”.

It isn’t your fault.

It isn’t fair.

Unable to bear the weight of their disdainful glares, you tilt your head to the starry sky. Tears trickle down your face steadily and drip down your chin onto the logs of wood beneath your feet.

You don’t want to die, and certainly not like this.

A torch lowers to ignite the kindling. You flinch and let out a wretched sob when the fire catches. The crowd cheers. You don’t want to scream, to satisfy their sick hunger to see you suffer, but you’re so terrified. You’re about to be burned alive. The smell of smoke wafts toward you and the fire slowly grows, consuming the path of kindling and advancing steadily toward you. You push on your tiptoes and press as hard against the stake as you can to get even just an inch more distance between you and a slow, blistering death.

Another hideous cry erupts from the crowd, but this time it’s followed by a flurry of movement. Some of the glowing lights of their torches drop strangely and you hear people running and panicking. You can’t see very well past your tears and the thickening smoke, but you can tell the villagers are scrambling and shouting about something. You barely make out the town sheriff wobbling on his feet and clutching at his neck, where fresh blood flows over his fingers to smear across his skin and stain his clothes. He chokes out some words, but they’re lost in a gurgle. A large billow of smoke blocks your view and you cough violently when it invades your lungs.

When you open your eyes, they sting from the remains of the smoke, but you’re shocked to see that the sheriff had fallen face down onto the ignited kindling. You realize his collapse had caused the wave of smoke as his body smothered a portion of the flames, but the surviving flames are quick to take revenge on his flesh.

Your attention is torn from the dead man in front of you when you feel the restraints on your wrists disappear and your hands fall to your sides. You try to look back at what’s happened, but you’re suddenly lifted off the wood beneath your feet and into someone’s arms.

You stare up at the man holding you. His hair and eyes are both two different colors, giving him a striking appearance. A large scar covers an upper quadrant of his gentle face, drawing out the bright crystalline blue of the iris it surrounds. There is something so entrancing about him and the way he looks at you with such softness.

“Are you alright?” He asks you in a soothing velvety voice, and you see pointed fangs in his mouth as he speaks. Your heart skips a beat. Have you just escaped death only for it to greet you with different arms? “You took in a lot of smoke. I’m sorry I couldn’t come to you sooner.”

You realize only then that the world around you is silent. You look to see you’re no longer in the town center with a crackling fire burning in the square or townspeople yelling in terror. You’re in a wooded clearing, in the arms of this man who has saved your life.

You stumble to find your words as the man gently places you down on the cool dirt. How did you get here? How didn’t you notice? The man watches you stammer with a caring and patient expression. You feel your cheeks heat up at his demeanor that would almost come off as adoring if you didn’t know any better.

“I-I’m okay.” You squeak out, staring down at your soot covered dress. “Y-your—fangs…you um… you’re…” You trail. Surely you’re wrong, but the neck wound that killed the sheriff suddenly makes a little too much sense.

“A vampire.” He confirms quietly, as if he were trying not to frighten a mouse back into its hole.

You take in a shaky breath, and try your best to process this.

Your village was very superstitious, obviously, so you’ve been warned about the existence of creatures such as vampires, werewolves, and witches , but you always had your doubts. You certainly never expected to meet one in your lifetime, much less have one save your life.

Goodness. A vampire saving you from being burned alive for witchcraft.

Maybe you really are a witch.

“Do they frighten you?” He asks, showing off his pair of pointed teeth again. He tilts his head slightly and a small frown mars his features, “Do I frighten you?”

“No.” Your mouth replies before you can really think about your answer. Granted, the idea of vampires does frighten you as much as the next person, but this particular one... You feel foolish for saying so to such a dangerous being, but the truth is you aren’t scared for some reason. Foolish or not. You should be, you recognize that, but you just… aren’t. Not of him.

He appears pleased by your denial, and smiles in a way that has you blushing and smiling shyly yourself.

“Good.” He says warmly, reaching up to wipe away the ashes on your cheek. His hand is cool and it makes you feel better after being so close to blistering heat. “Now tell me. Why did they think you were a witch?”

At the memory, tears spring to your eyes and you bite your lip to hold them in. You’re safe now, you remind yourself. It’s okay. The man brushes an escaped tear from your face and caresses your cheek softly. “You don’t have to say if it hurts. It doesn’t matter now. You’re safe.” He seems to be reproachful of himself for asking. You don’t want him to feel bad, so you cover his hand with your own and lean into it reassuringly. You’re not sure why you feel so comfortable with him.

“A man asked me to… bed with him,” You tell him, averting your eyes in humiliation, “and I declined.”

He waits for you to continue. When you don’t, he gently pushes your face to look at him. “That’s all?” He asks. You nod, another tear falling as you give a small mirthless laugh.

“That’s all. He went straight to the courthouse and accused me of trying to seduce him into sin with witchcraft.”

The man’s face is solemn and his mouth is set in a disapproving thin line. “That’s terrible. I’m so sorry, my dear. I should have been quicker to find you. I was almost too late.”

You have no idea what he’s talking about, and the self-resentment in his eyes confuses you even more. You were lucky to have been saved at all. He acts as if he had personal stakes in the matter, but you two have only just met.

“I didn’t thank you for saving me. I owe you my life.” You say quietly, watching him carefully. His gray and blue eyes shine humorously at your gratitude and he smiles affectionately at you.

“Oh darling, it is my life that is forever yours.” He answers. Your eyes go wide and you can only stare at him in total shock, mouth falling open in disbelief.

“W-wha…?!” Your voice has left you. The man chuckles and rests his hands comfortingly on your shoulders.

“My name is Shouto Todoroki.” He begins, and a strange feeling washes over you when you hear his name. It feels like deja vu. “That name probably doesn’t mean much to you now, but…” He pauses to choose his words, “We knew each other once in a past life. Quite well. I’ve been looking for you, princess.”

When he speaks the last word, you feel a strange sense of enlightenment. Fragments of memories come to your mind, none making very much sense, but all so familiar. You do recognize this man in front you. You don’t see, but you feel (or rather re-feel) the warm fireplace in a grand bedroom, sparkling palace ballrooms, a charming white horse and his handsome rider, the lonely prince…

It’s not your life. But… it was...once upon a time.

“Shouto…” You whisper, the name feeling not at all foreign on your tongue. Your eyes flutter open (you hadn’t realized you closed them) and it’s like you’re seeing him for the first time. You notice even the shades of blue in his tunic give you an echoing sense of sentimentality. He is a stranger, but you know him deep within your heart.

Shouto has a look of pure elation at the sound of his name leaving your lips with such familiarity. “Considering your… sudden homelessness, why don’t you come with me? We can leave all of this behind us.” He urges, dipping his head down to brush your nose with his. You hope he’s too close to see the spreading blush on your cheeks.

You can’t help but chuckle a little at his wording and pretend it mull it over. Of course, you don’t really have much to think about— you have just been effectively removed from your home rather permanently and you do have this unnatural yet completely comfortable longing to stay with this man who you know so intimately and yet don’t know at all.

“Yes… I’d like that.” You hum absently, focused on Shouto’s beautifully delicate features and fresh wintry scent. His hands lift to cup either side of your face.

“May I?” He asks sweetly. You sound your approval and soon feel his soft lips press fervently into yours. A burst of emotions overwhelm you and you press yourself to Shouto’s firm body like he was the only thing grounding you to this world. The strange sense of long-awaited reunion fills your heart and for the first time, you feel like you’re home.

Shouto parts from you, gazing at you tenderly, and you simply bask in his surreal embrace. A moment later, you feel his lips softly brushing against the junction of your neck. You shudder slightly at the feather-light sensation of his loving kiss placed there.

“May I?” He asks again. You know what he means and you feel a little scared, but you trust Shouto so you nod, taking a deep breath to prepare yourself. Shouto’s hand presses into your lower back and pushes you flush against him. He kisses your neck again and you tilt your head for him.

His fangs pierce your skin, and the world you once knew is gone without a single regret.

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