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vampcubus · 4 years

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Next Stop (Midoriya/Reader | nsfw)

| A/N: Been hoarding this one away for a while until I was satisfied with it. |

♡ | Warnings: nsfw!!, public sex, thigh jobs, gettin’ cozy with Izuku on a train. | ♡

♡ | Words: 2100+ | ♡

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You and Izuku had the misfortune of catching the train during rush hour, meaning you were packed into one space with little breathing room. The station had been fine when you boarded the train, but as more and more people stepped into the car you were pushed farther and farther together. Currently, Midoriya stood between you and the crowd of people, one arm raised to grasp the handle above his head and the other around you.

You were thankful for him wanting to make sure you weren't crushed. But at the same time you felt bad because whenever the train stopped, you would pitch forward and then abruptly backward into him. You'd bonked your head on his chin a few times as well. The train came to another slow stop, and Izuku's arm kept you from falling forward though you still knocked back into him. "Sorry, Izuku." "It's fine, we're almost there," Izuku assured with a thoughtful smile. To be honest, he didn't mind the situation at all. Being pressed so close against you allowed him to take in your comforting scent and hold you close at the same time. Izuku was flustered to admit that he wouldn't mind you being like this for the rest of the day. Though, as the next stop had you precisely pushing back on his crotch, eliciting a gasp as he felt his manhood come to life beneath your rear. He held his breath as he begged for you to not notice, he'd be mortified. All hope of you being oblivious to his boner were tossed into a blender when you leaned back against him. His eyes went wide with horror as your butt pressed right onto his bulge, he gnawed his lip to keep himself from making a noise. You froze and Izuku felt his heart stop beating.

You only smirked and pushed back once more, grinding your ass against his crotch. You could feel him hard and twitching through your clothing. "Y/N d-don't...!" Izuku stuttered, squeezing his eyes shut as his hips bucked into the friction despite his protest. "N... no, n-not here...!" You have him a pouty face, a whiny complaint at the tip of your tongue before a smug smile spread across your glossy lips instead. You made a disappointed noise but moved your hips away from his crotch. "Fine." You hummed, pushing yourself more against the window. Izuku gaped at you, slack-jawed as you pretended like you hadn't just been grinding against him on a public train. Even worse was that he felt his cock throb uncomfortably hard within his pants, testing the fabric as you peacefully left him alone and wanting. He had told you to stop... but... Izuku bit back a whine of frustration as his head fought with his body. One pleading for reason and the other some sort of stimulation. He shuddered, feeling himself brushing against his pants with every nervous shift of his overheating body. He was so hard, this wasn't fair! So with pink cheeks and half-lidded eyes, the green-haired boy allowed his shaking hands to grasp your hips and pull you away from the window and back against his body. You replied with a questioning hum, looking over your shoulder to see a woefully horny Izuku staring back at you with pleading green eyes. He wanted you so bad, you could see it in the way he gazed at you as if you held a treat in your palm, and yet you continued to tease.

He had told you to wait after all, so you could play dumb. "What is it, sweetie?" You asked innocently, a pure smile masking your sinister intentions as he whimpered and squirmed behind you. He murmured something unintelligible, and you raised your brows with an amused tilt of your head. "What was that? Speak up, Izzy." Midoriya shifted behind you again, mouth gone dry as his tongue wetted his chapped lips, a bashful look in his face. "I... p... please don't stop." He whispered, moving one hand back up to the handle to keep you both steady as the train started moving once more. "You're really okay with fucking your girlfriend on a crowded train? Hm, how naughty..." You giggled under your breath so only he could hear. His face was blazing with embarrassment, but the heat in his loins burned hotter. Izuku was ashamed of how much he wanted to, even though he knew all of the reasons he shouldn't. His hips rocked into you again and you gasped when you felt his hardness pressing between your cheeks. Grinning you turned your head to peer over your shoulder at him, the mischievous excitement gleaming in your entrancing eyes, reflecting the same giddy desire in his own jade pools. "Take it out." You breathed, and he felt his jaw go slack. You couldn't possibly mean...? Your hips rolled against his again, insistently, and he felt his inhibitions leave. He gave in to his desire to press his cock into the friction. He bit down on his lip and hastily pulled down his fly, tugging on his All Might boxers to allow his length to slip through the slit in his pants. His fingers lift your skirt, quickly hiding his modesty underneath the pleated material. He felt his excitement twitch when his tip bumped into your thigh. Parting your thighs ever so slightly you reached down beneath your skirt as discreetly as possible and pulled at the elastic of your panties, leaning back and allowing Izuku's flushed red cock to slip under the fabric and brush against your heat. Izuku bit down hard on his lip as the head of his cock dragged subtly over your outer lips. You were already so wet. Face dark with a deep blush, his wide green eyes scan the other passengers, paranoid as all hell of being caught. Sure, your skirt did a good enough job of concealing his dick between your thighs, but there was still so much risk. He bit down on his lip when the thrill of the possibility of being caught made him throb with desire. You pressed your thighs back together once he slid into your panties, the softness of your thighs and hot cunt surrounding him making him gasp. Licking your lips you ground your ass back against him. Izuku used the arm still firmly wrapped around your belly to pull you even closer. And then you began to rock your body back and forth—not too obviously as to not alert the other passengers—pumping his cock between your thighs and allowing your wetness to drip down onto him, covering his shaft in your slick. To any onlookers, you could pass as an overly-affectionate couple just trying to get home. You could just barely hear him whimpering with closed lips, trying to prevent any sounds from escaping. You knew this would be a challenge for Izuku since he was often quite uncontrollably vocal when it came to sex. You often made him feel so good that he could never contain his moans, babbling endlessly. Now his teeth remained clenched, eyes squeezed shut tight as he struggled to keep his noises in.

“Hah… look at you, the number one hero fucking my thighs where anyone could see us.” You breathed out with a honey-sweet whisper, almost taunting him. He let his mouth fall open as he drank in your incriminating words. A delighted shiver befell his figure as you continued to talk, knowing how easily your voice triggered him. “Mmh, what would… what would your fans think if they knew how dirty Deku could be?”

Soon Izuku started moving his hips along with yours, cock rubbing against your sensitive clit, the head repeatedly poking into the front of your panties and stretching the thin cotton with each thrust against your pussy. He was making small grunting sounds under his breath now, fingers flexing as they twisted your shirt in his grip. "Y/N... Y/N please... hah." Izuku began to pant and whine into your shoulder, nose buried in your neck as his hips shakily chased the friction of your thighs and slit rubbing against his cock. His hips sped as he approached his orgasm, and right before he stuttered out that he was about to cum you reached down and aligned him with your entrance. You hummed, shoving your hips back, his cock trembled within your tight pussy, hips slapping against your own as his green eyes rolled back and he choked down his moan. "N-no don't...!" Izuku hissed, his words smearing themselves across your shoulder. Your pussy was squeezing around him so tightly, your velvet walls all but sucking on his cock as his vision began to spot with blots of white. "I can't... take it..." You slammed your hips back against him, prompting Izuku to grab them as he began to fuck you harder than probably appropriate given the situation. Luckily the chatter of the crowd and the noises of the train moving along masked the wet squelching sound of him pumping in and out of you. "Y-Y/N I'm... I'm gonna c-cum." he warned, biting down on the inside of his cheek when your hips only bucked faster. You were getting close, eyelids fluttering and pearling with pleasured tears as you reached out for your release and threw caution into the wind. "Inside, baby, don't make a mess, o-oh, or we might get c-caught." You huskily whispered back, walls flexing around his cock as he rutted his hips faster. His foggy green eyes darting in every direction to make sure no one was watching.

"Oh, a-angel I'm-I'm gonna be t-too loud, I can't." He huffed, still fucking himself into your warmth despite his own objection. "My hips won't stop moving. I—I oh, nnnmff...!" You turned your head suddenly and captured his lips with your own to smother his involuntary noises. You moaned softly as felt your pleasure peak, finding your own release around his twitching cock. Izuku's world blurred as he buried himself as deep as possible before a high-pitched mewl ripped itself from his throat, only to be muffled by your lips swallowing his sounds as he finally came inside of you. His balls emptied themselves within your hot cunt, his cum filling you up to the brim as the two of you struggled to mask your distinct orgasm faces. You fanned at your blisteringly hot cheeks and wiped the thin line of drool from your parted lips, trying not to pant too loudly. Before Izuku could pull out, the train came to a screeching stop. Always the quick thinker when it came to protecting you, he shot one arm out to keep you steady. At least a third of the passengers riding the train departed in a stream of chatter and shuffling feet, leaving you with a lot more room to move around in. A few people stepped on as the others filled out, but it was nowhere near as cramped as it had been before.

The intercom of the train rang out, filling your ears: “Next stop, Musutafu station.”

As quietly as possible, Izuku pulled out of you and hastily tucked himself back into his pants. You had expected to feel uncomfortable with his cum still inside of you, but all you felt was warmth and a stupidly happy smile pulling at your lips. You shivered when you felt Izuku's lips press against your shoulder blade and then the shell of your ear. "You're in so much trouble when we get home." He breathed into your ear, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Still high on endorphins and your usual light-hearted silliness, you laughed. "You liked it." You teased, swiftly whipping your head around to catch his lips with yours in a brief peck. He avoided your eyes, embarrassed. "Admit it, coward." He grinned at you with a playful tilt of his head, feigning innocence. "Keep talking and you won't get to cum tonight." Izuku's eyes darkened, but you only giggled, the brat in you spurred by his attempt to intimidate you. As if such a punishment was threatening! You didn't need to cum to have a good time, all of his threats were futile! Plus Izuku never had it in him to deny you any sort of pleasure. Even during rough roleplays he could never follow through completely, breaking character just to tell you he loved you and that you could have whatever you wanted. "Ooh, kinky." You wiggled your eyebrows, lips pressed together prettily as you stared at him with wide doe-ish eyes, fluttering your tantalizing lashes. "Is that a promise?" His face went a bright crimson red, one hand swooping up to cover his flustered face and you only wheezed harder.

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ceruleanmusings · 4 years

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When the Clock Stops

Fandom: Flash/Arrow Pairing: Oliver Queen x Sage Moreaux (OC) Words: 1583 Note: Can be found on AO3 Summary: When the Crisis looms and difficult choices must be made, wedding vows are put on the line as they face down the swift moving hands of time. Warning: This ficlet has spoilers for Crisis on Infinite Earths Part 1. If you have not seen it yet, you will be spoiled. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!

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Her finger pulsed on the trigger, sending arrow after arrow flying off her crossbow. Her heart jumped in her chest as she shuffled backwards, keeping close to her husband and her daughter. She cracked a grin, at the idea and at taking down a shadow demon. Fighting with her husband and daughter from the future? If she weren’t so used to this life, she’d wonder what Barry did to mess things up this time. Only he had no hand in bringing Izzy to her. That was luck she supposed. And she’d cherish this moment, seeing her daughter fighting with reckless abandon, saving the Earth, following in Oliver’s footsteps.

Sage returned her focus to the battle around her, ducking and dodging to hit every and any member of the Anti-Monitor’s shadow army. Ray’s blaster beams sliced through the air, dancing with Kara’s and Clark’s beams shooting from their eyes. The rest of them stayed on the ground—Barry, Oliver, Izzy, Kate—circling and keeping the enemy away one by one. Bursting into clouds of smoke and matter with every strike.

A flash of red. Barry punching out a demon.

Blue beams. Kara and Clark twisting around, taking down demons diving from above.

A smear of green. Oliver—no—Izzy flipping through a well-aimed kick, curly hair flying.

Sage’s heart swelled with pride at the direct hit.

Izzy would be okay.

They’d all be okay.

Blue flashing and twisting within a cloud appeared to Sage’s left and she cursed beneath her breath at the sight of the Monitor. No! Not now! This can’t be it!

“The battle is lost,” the Monitor announced, stepping out of the temporal gateway. “We must retreat and save our resources for battles yet to come.”

Sage glanced at Oliver, at her husband, out the corner of her eye. He barely reacted to the Monitor’s statement, still drawing back his bow, still fighting. But she spotted it in his eye, through the grease smeared around the skin, through the mask. A fleeting sort of hesitancy that made her, for one second, rethink everything. But then the fire reignited and he kept going, his movements so fluid and graceful that for a brief moment she stared, took in the beautiful sight of him. She steadied her jaw. That’s that, then.

Her finger pulsed on the trigger.

Puffs of blue clouded smoke enveloped them one by one. Kate. Ray. Kara. Clark.

Izzy! She turned a halfstep, a shout dancing on the tip of her tongue, to warn, but it died away when she was enveloped too. Doubts careened around her. She stood and watched as her daughter, her baby, disappeared before her eyes.

Was this still right? Was she doing the right thing? There was still a chance, to spend time with her, to be there for her little girl. One unplanned but never unwanted.

“Oliver!”

Barry’s shout made her whip around, a searing pain lodging in her chest at the sight of Oliver being knocked over.

She gripped her crossbow. No. She need to be here.

Her eyes locked with the Monitor’s and he lifted his hand. “No!” she snarled with such a ferocity that it rumbled in her chest. He paused and she shook her head. The Monitor’s head inclined, a single nod. Confirmation.

She nodded back.

“Oliver,” the Monitor called out, shifting his attention. Sage did the same, lifting her crossbow and firing more arrows. They whizzed through the sky, hitting each mark. Bursting every target. “It is time.”

“Has the planet been evacuated yet?” Oliver demanded, his gruff words sending a shiver down her spine.

“Not entirely,” the Monitor replied.

“Then it’s not time!” Oliver

Oliver looked at Sage. It crept all the way down to her toes, unsteadying her for a second in only the way that Oliver could manage to make her waver. She closed her eyes, engraving that look in her mind, in her heart.

“Sage—”

“Ollie,” she interrupted him, eyelids flying open, eyes hardening.

“Go.”

“No.”

“Sage, don’t—”

Sage grasped at the insignia on her midnight blue suit, twisted it to the left. It cranked and clicked until she stopped and then slapped it, pushing it a few inches inwards. Blue beams shot off from the insignia and traveled down the inner arms of her suit, crawling up to her palms. Energy surged through her and she dropped the crossbow, holding up her hands, thrusting them outwards as she concentrated.

A thin, blue dome popped up around them. The shadow demons all halted, stopped in midair, frozen. Pain rolled in waves in Sage’s head. Tears formed on the bottom lids of her eyes and a warm, wet trail slid down from her left nostril. It slipped over her lips and she stuck out her tongue, taking in the familiar metallic taste of blood. Oliver whipped around, looking this way and that as she gritted her teeth, straining.

“Wha…?”

“Froze time,” she uttered.

“You can—?”

“I can now,” she said. Her legs began to tremble. “It’s new. I don’t use it much.” She sucked in a hissing breath through her teeth as he approached. “Don’t have much time. Just needed…to say something.”

She focused on Oliver’s echoing footsteps rather than the flames licking at her muscles, coursing beneath her skin, and cracking her skull. Her breaths came out in ragged, hissing bursts but she kept her eyes on him. On Oliver. And she leaned into his comforting touch when his gloved hand cupped her cheek and his forehead pressed against hers.

“I’m…I’m s-so…proud of you,” she uttered, doing her best to keep her strength. In her words. In her body. In her resolve. “Oliver Queen, I’m so proud of you. And—and I love you. You gave me a b-beautiful daughter…and a beautiful life. And I th-thank you.”

“I love you,” Oliver said. He pressed a kiss to her lips, the blood clinging when he pulled away. He didn’t move to wipe it away. “You need to go.” His breath ghosted across her lips. She took in his scent, cologne mixed in with leather and mint. So uniquely Oliver.

Sage shook her head. ‘’Til death do us part, remember?” His eyes darkened and his jaw set. A little muscle twitched near the back, below his ear. His lips pressed into a line and, oh, how she wanted to kiss those lips again. One last time.

But she couldn’t move.

Not yet.

The field would break and then… It wasn’t time.

They needed to be ready.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“I can’t ask you—”

“You didn’t. And you won’t. This…this is what has to happen. I’m fine with it. This is what I want. You’re what I want.”

Oliver’s hand curled on his bow. He nodded, his nose nuzzling against hers. A low hum sounded in the back of her throat at their touch. She nodded. With a groan, she dropped her arms. The dome around them broke, shattering into small glittering pieces that rained down on the rooftop beneath them. Sound hit them all at once. The screeching of the shadow demons vibrated her bones and turned her stomach but her resolve steeled.

Staggering back to her feet, she pushed her hair back out of her face as Oliver lifted a bow and in one, fluid, sure gesture, shot it at the Monitor. Sage turned her back on him as he fell to the ground, electricity coursing over his body.

Lifting her stinging arms, Sage readied her crossbow, recalled all the marksman training her uncle Joe, and her father, and Oliver had put her through, and fought.

And fought

And fought. She rolled and dodged away from swooping shadow demons, landing swift kicks and punches to those that got close enough. A few exploded with the force of her swinging her crossbow around, catching them in the sides.

An explosion knocked her off her feet. A loud ringing screamed in her ears, her vision tilted, and her breath stuttered as she rolled around, trying to get back to her feet. Trying to fight. Soot and dirt coated the inside of her mouth, sucking the moisture out. Her coughs, ragged and hacking, seized her body and famed the flickering flames of ache.

Sage got to her feet, unsteady. Her eyes darted around until she spotted Oliver on the ground. “Ollie!” She clumsily skirted the debris and slabs of concrete on the roof top and dropped to his side. He swung his legs around, lifting into a kneeling position as he reached back for an arrow.

He grabbed air.

She held her gloved hand out to him and he grasped it, allowing her to help him to his feet. Their grip tightened as they looked in one another’s eyes, their breaths steadying. She squeezed hard and slipped her hand out of his grasp, turning to face the shadow army head on. Flashes of her family flittered through her mind: Uncle Joe, Iris, Wally, Barry, Nora, Caitlin, Cisco, Ralph, Cecile, her daughter Izzy.

Oliver.

“By the way.” Sage dragged the back of her hand against her mouth and turned a half-smile over to Oliver, coupled with a wink. “Happy anniversary.”

He blinked, uttered a short laugh, and shook his head. All at once the mirth in their faces drained and were replaced with stony acceptance. Oliver threw away his bow. Sage tossed down her crossbow and yanked ring daggers out the patches on her thighs. They tensed and, with simultaneous battle cries, they charged, united.

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