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sofjoy82 · 1 year

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A snippet for @stormcallart Villain All Might AU!

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“You know what, Erasurehead? I thought it would be harder to catch you. I’m a little disappointed.”

Aizawa Shota sat bound to a wooden chair with dried blood running down his temple. The hero was slumped, having lost the energy to fight. Rage simmered in his eyes as he glared at the villain. “Well, it’s hard to fight when you get knocked unconscious before the fight even starts.” He spat.

Erasurehead had been doing his usual duties when, out of nowhere, something -someone, actually- hit him from behind. The amount of training and strength Aizawa had didn’t matter in the face of All Smite and a blow to the back. The last thing he had heard was All Smite’s chuckle.

Shota’s eyes slid around the room, taking in his surroundings. They were in a basement of sorts. There were shelves and cabinets lining the wall to his left, a set of stairs leading to the door, and blood strains on the concrete floor. Cozy.

A deep chuckle drew attention back to the biggest threat in the room. The scour of Japan, All Smite. The villain lounged in a chair several feet away from his esteemed guest with a lazy smirk on his face. He had changed out of his suit and into a pair of black pants with a grey dress shirt. The way he sat showed the confidence of a king. The cigarette he held was flicked away when he saw Shota was finally focusing on him and leaned forward to speak to his prisoner.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this, Erasurehead.” He began. His voice was deep and smooth. In the videos taken of him during his crimes he always spoke in a booming voice. His voice was almost soft, but it was just as intimidating.

Shota frowned at the other man. He didn’t like one bit where this was going. Few people knew of him. “I’m so honored.” He monotoned.

All Smite chuckled at that. “I want something, Aizawa. Something only you can give me.”

Shota narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “And what is that?” He asked slowly.

“Information.” All Smite shrugged and rubbed his hands together. “I believe you’ve been following a ring of trigger suppliers. Give me the information you have an I’ll let you go.”

Shota could have laughed at the request had the true weight of the situation been so clear. “Why would you want that?” He questioned. Trigger was a black market drug that could enhance quirks. It could be deadly, causing the users quirk to grow to such strength that it killed them or led to it becoming out of control and lashing out at bystanders.

All Smite would be able to level cities with such a drug.

“There’s a certain… man who helps supply it. Destroying the chains of trigger hurt him and get me closer to him.” He extended a hand to Shota. “It even helps the heroes. Right?”

“Since when have you ever been interested in helping heroes?”

“I actually like you, Erasurehead. You and I are more alike than you think.” All Smites smile became pitying. His voice was deceptively sweet as he spoke. “Which is why I’d hate to have to hurt you to learn what we both already know you’ll tell me.”

Shota stiffened in his chair and curled his lip in a sneer. He opened his mouth to tell All Smite what he could to with his offer, but the door at the top of the stairs opened.

Instead of a heartless accomplice come to help ‘interrogate’ Erasurehead, a toddler padded down the stairs and into the basement. The child had to be two years old. He wore a yellow onesie and held a stuffed bunny one one hand. The smile he wore radiated blind innocence and joy as he padded up to All Smite.

Shota jumped in his chair and began to yell at the kid to get away from the villain, but the child showed no fear as he peered up at All Smite. The villain looked surprised at the arrival of the child. He turned and looked back at the door before looking back at the boy. His voice lost all malice to it and almost became a coo.

“Izuku, baby, daddy’s working. I thought I locked the door.” He waved the small boy away, but Izuku didn’t turn.

“Gowlfish!” He cried eagerly.

All Smite bit his lip nervously and gave Shota an apologetic smile. He held his hand up and asked for a moment before turning to his companion.

“Izuku, I already gave you goldfish. You can’t have anymore. You’re seventy percent baby and thirty percent goldfish!”

Izuku seemed completely content with this ratio and raised his arms above his head in a cheer. “Gowlfish! Gowlfish! Pwease!” These pleas were followed by puppy eyes and All Smite sighed in defeat.

“Erm- Erasurehead, can you excuse me for a sec?” He smiled sheepishly at the hero.

Shota blinked in disbelief, not completely comprehending that this was the same villain who was just threatening to hurt him for information. “Um… yeah. Sure.”

All Smite quickly thanked the hero and scooped his son into his arms. He walked up the stairs with Izuku over his shoulder. The toddler saw Aizawa and perked up. “Bye- bye!” He smiled cheerfully and waved at the hero.

The door closed, leaving Aizawa alone in the basement to try and process what just happened.

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melaninmight · 2 years

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playtime

— Villain All Might/All Smite | wc: 3k

— “i just wanna play with your body.”

▹ listening: play with me — rendevous at two

ఇ synopsis: after weeks apart, you finally get your fun w/ the man you love to hate

ఇ cw: masturbation, p*ssy lapping, sub!reader, dom!smite, cuffing

Another night, another headache.

You had returned home from yet another excruciating day at work. Kicking your shoes off and hanging your keys, you heaved a sigh before making your way to the kitchen.

Now in the kitchen, you pulled out the water from the refrigerator and poured it in your cup, you took slow sips, chugging the cool beverage down your throat ‘til it was no more.

You set your cup down on the counter before grabbing your purse and head to your bedroom. The sight of a clean room put a smile on your face; the least of your worries was coming home to a messy, undamaged crib.

Setting your purse on the bed, you unpacked your belongings and put them away in their respective places, hanging your purse on the purse rack where it hung with the rest of your most worn/favorite bags.

You then strode towards the curtains, looking out the window that displayed a beautiful view of the city, the moonlight shining down on you as you watched in awe as the night shined with city lights. Unknowingly, you placed your hand on the window, your mind drifting to thoughts of him.

It’s been 2 weeks since you last saw the Symbol of Discord (no, seeing him pop up on the news didn’t count). Despite budding heads and the non-existent common ground, you slowly found yourself growing fond of his company, not to mention the man was very good at sex.

And you couldn’t lie, no matter the denial, you were missing him.

Pulling away from the windows, you stood on your tippy toes and drew the curtains forward to cover the window so your nosy neighbors couldn’t sneak a peek. You walked towards the closet and peered through your clothes, some piled on the floor due to your laziness not to finish laundry.

While you looked through your clothes, your eyes and brows rose when you stumbled across a red-laced lingerie piece with heart-shaped garter belts.

Holding it up, your face flushed; you remembered your best friend mailed this to you as a gift from America.

You giggled at the small note she left on top of the box.

“Just in case you decide to feel sexy, this’ll get your man feral. Expect to be slapped with complaints later. Love ya! x”

Oh how you missed her.

Perhaps it was a sign that you should put your confidence to the test. Indeed, you were a tough cookie when it came to standing your ground, yet intimacy was one that made you shy. Even though it wasn’t your first rodeo, the thought of it made you feel like a virgin all over again.

‘Should I text him and tell him to come over?’

Sighing softly, after shooting him a quick text, you held the outfit as you stood up and walked towards the bathroom to freshen up.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

Time flown by and you had finished putting yourself together for the evening.

Sitting on the bed, you had checked your phone to check if he replied to your message:

You: Heyy, just got off of work. Wanna come over?

Delivered 02:46

You took a deep breath and turned off your phone, setting it on the bedside table before flopping your back down on the soft sheets, your eyes staring up at the ceiling as you watched the fan spin around, the room dimmed with red from your LED lightstrips.

You refrain yourself from overthinking whether he suddenly got bored and crashed at someone else’s crib.

Despite you both not being clear on the status of the relationship (or, whatever y’all got going on), you couldn’t help but grow agitated that he left you hanging.

Sure, you understood who you were dealing with, but never could you have imagined how difficult it was gaining his attention.

You stifled a yawn, covering your mouth as you did so, before rising up and making your way back to the bathroom again. Looking at the mirror, you checked yourself out; your body in the red-lace lingerie piece with the garter belt stockings hugging your figure, your makeup not too cakey, your braids loose as they freely hang down to your plump ass.

You couldn’t lie, you felt and looked sexy. A part of you was excited to see his reaction.

Perhaps, you were too excited to see him. If he was coming.

The night was still young, so why waste it when you can have some fun by your lonesome to pass the time?

Grabbing your purple, dick-shaped vibrator from the side drawer of your dresser, you laid yourself back onto your bed, your back meeting the soft comforter. With your legs spread, you turned the toy on and placed it at the center of your p*ssy, the low vibrations grazing your cl*t.

You bit your lip, holding in your moans as you shifted on your bed, twisting and turning as your body shook with pleasure. One hand gripped the vibrator while the other gripped the sheets in a tight hold, a shaky whimper escaped your mouth.

Your mind was fogged with wet imaginations, picturing Smite sneering down at you, pounding you hard as you screamed and cried out his name, your fingers clawing his back as he made sure that you wouldn’t walk the next day.

You moaned his name, your hips shaking profusely as you pressed the vibrator against your cl*t, your juices squirting around it, some dropped onto the sheets.

Tossing the vibrator to the side, you stared up at the ceiling, chest rising up and down each time you took a breath.

But, you weren’t done.

You rose up out of the bed to grab the full length mirror that stood beside your closet. Picking it up, you walked back over and set it flat on the bed, sticking your dick-shaped vibrator on the mirror so it’d sit up.

Crawling back on the bed, you moved the panty line of the lingerie to the side, aligning your ass against the tip of the vibrator, rubbing your wet entrance on the toy before slowly slamming down on it.

Once adjusted, you began to ride yourself up and down on the toy, the low vibrations making your folds squelch tightly. You imagined yourself riding the villain’s hard, throbbing cock, followed by the sounds of your jiggling ass slapping against his cum-filled balls.

The thought of the villain calling you derogatory names whilst slapping your ass, praising your ability of taking in all of him. The empty threats he’d whisper in your ear, sending bolts of pleasure throughout your body as he quickened his pace, pounding you so hard, he’d be sure to paralyze you.

These thoughts sent you into an absolute frenzy, the mixed sounds of your breathy moans and ass clapping as it hit the mirror echoed in the room. Before you knew it, your orgasm had already come, your juices splattering all over the vibrator and the mirror.

Pulling out of the toy, your sweaty body shook indefinitely as you struggled trying to catch a breath.

“That was an excellent performance, kitten.~”

Very quickly did you turn around to the sound of a familiar deep voice, catching sight of electric-blue irises staring back at your widened ones, a large bulky shadow looming from the shadows.

Face burning in utmost embarrassment, you reached for the nearest pillow to throw at him.

“Y-You sneaky motherfucker!” you softly exclaimed.

The pillow was nowhere near his reach, only grazing the tip of his boots, making the villain snicker slyly as he bent over to pick it up. He found it adorable when you scolded him for showing up out of the blue. Although a part of him felt bad for not responding to your text earlier, his discreet entrance felt worthwhile since he enjoyed watching his kitten pleasuring herself at the thought of him.

Like hell he was gonna admit it to your face.

With a smirk, Smite strode towards you, his large frame towering over yours as his grin turned Cheshire. Your eyes closed shut and face flushed, you felt his eyes swallow your frame up and down. Before you could react, his hand slithered around your waist, pulling you up to his chest.

He lowered his face on the crook of your neck, his nose tickled with the scent of warm vanilla and brown sugar.

“H-Hey,” you squeaked, hands grasping his shirt.

Smite let out a low growl as his teeth grazed on her skin, leaving behind purple marks coating her neck.

“Someone was eager for Daddy to come home” he purred, a sly smirk forming his lips. He aligned his face to hers, his breath fanning the side of your face as he left a kiss on your flushed cheek.

You peeked one eye open, your lips quivering when his large hands gilded against your skin, sending goosebumps throughout your body.

“N-No way,” you whimpered. “I-I didn’t think you’d come.”

Smite chuckled. “Well, you thought wrong, kitten..”

You shivered when you felt his warm breath fanning your ear, his teeth nipped the tip of your ear.

“Because I am here to play.”

Without hesitation, he picked you up in his arms, his hands cupping and squeezing your ass as he leaned down to lock his lips with yours. The kiss was rough, but passionate, and you hesitantly reciprocated the passion.

The man growled against your lips, his tongue making way into your mouth to dance with yours, swallowing your moans and whimpers. You wrapped your legs around his lower body, small hands slithering up his body to clutch onto his broad shoulders.

You were so lost in the heated kiss that, before you knew it, he pulled away from the kiss and gently threw you back onto the bed, your back hitting the soft comforter.

Sitting on your knees, you gazed up at the behemoth of a man, your face flushed, lips throbbing and wet from the kiss. Smite felt his cock twitching behind the fabric of his pants, aching to make its way inside you, causing his throat to vibrate into a growl.

His electric-blue irises appeared from the shadow of his eyes, taking in every inch of your body hugged up in the lingerie. He couldn’t deny the fact that you were, indeed, beautiful and sexy in that lacey red fabric, your innocent expression begging to be put into submission. And he was loving every bit of it.

Inside his pocket was a pair of fluffy red handcuffs he managed to snag from an adult retail store. He was waiting for the night to come when he’d cuff you to the bed and did whatever he pleased. His large hand reached inside his pocket to retrieve the cuffs, and when he took ‘em out, he almost laughed at the sudden change of your expression from flushed to shock.

Your eyes kept going back and forth between Smite and the cuffs trapped in his hand. A swell of mixed feelings filled your stomach; while a part of you was telling you to object, the curiosity grew on the other side, excitement almost getting the best of you as you wanted to experience the thrill of being cuffed onto the bed as the Symbol of Discord played and feasted on you. The thought alone had your pussy throbbing, a wet spot slowly growing on the panty line of the lingerie.

You did your best to cover up your lust by pressing your thighs together, but unfortunately, Smite wasn’t slow as he caught wind of your excitement.

“D’aww, is kitty excited to play?” he teased, his Cheshire-like grin appearing on his face.

You remained speechless. You wanted to clapback, but words couldn’t form.

Flustered, your eyes fell down to your clasped hands resting on your thighs as your body shook from internal ecstasy.

Though you were embarrassed to admit it, the man took advantage of your expression as a sign that you were excited. His large hand grabbed both of your wrists and dragged you to the end of the bed, raising them up to where he’d cuff your hands to the headboard of the bed.

You showed no signs of resistance, much to his content.

His eyes peered down to your thighs pressed together to cover up your wetness, his large tongue trailed through to moisturize his dry lips, his cock twitching behind his jeans as his hunger for you grew.

You flexed your wrists against the cuffs, your heart racing at the anticipation of the villain’s touch, of what he intended to do to you. Perhaps your anticipation came at the right time when he slowly trailed his finger from your chest down to your stomach, sending shivers across your skin.

A shaky breath escaped your lips, reeling your head back against the pillow.

Smite grinned, tracing his finger further down to your lower body ‘til it reached your p*ssy.

“Getting wet for me already, huh kitten?” he chuckled as he slowly inserted two large fingers inside your wet folds, pumping ‘em in and out of you before inserting a third.

“Wha- N-No,” you whimpered.

This only prompted the villain to fasten his pace, your folds squelching with each pump, leaving you gasping and moaning breathlessly. No matter of denial can take away the pleasure you were feeling, and he made sure of it.

Smite growled with satisfaction, his other hand pulling down the fly of his jeans before resting on his briefs, rubbing his cock against the fabric. He could feel how heavy and thick his member grew, his angst increasing with a stifled groan.

“I- c-close...” you cried, breaths coming in shaky as your body shook from your high.

Removing his fingers, he stared in awe at his work, his fingers glazed with your juices. With closed eyes, his large tongue swept up to clean up his (or rather, your) mess, his throat heaving a satisfied groan, savoring your taste.

Your sight was fuzzy, face burning with fluster, chest rising with each breath you released. Flexing your wrists against the cuffs, you rose a foot to his briefs, toes slowly grazing the outline of his hard member, a breathy giggle leaving your lips.

Smite sneered down at you, forcing you to stop and quiver underneath his stare.

His large hand wrapped around your foot, his thumb leaving small tickles that left you biting your lip to prevent yourself from laughing.

“Oh, you think that’s funny?” the man growled, his other hand rose to leave a harsh SLAP! on your thigh.

“N-Ngh! Not so…” you whined. “H-Hard, you idiot!”

A booming laugh shook the room.

“Relax, kitten. Playtime is about to begin,” he cooed, clutching your lingerie with both of his large hands and ripped it off of you without hesitation. Granted, you were gonna scold him for ruining your friend’s gift, though you doubt he gave two shits.

You arch your back when his hands groped your breasts, fingers tugging and pinching your sensitive nipples. A breathy gasp left your mouth as he leaned forward and latched a nipple in his mouth, sucking and rolling it with his warm tongue, before returning the same treatment to the other.

He’d let go of your nips with a ‘pop’ before licking his way down your stomach and thighs, leaving love bites in his wake. Finally, he had reached his destination, his eyes staring down at the wetness galore of your p*ssy, his mouth watering.

“Fuck, this pussy’s too good not to resist,” he praised.

Leaning forward, he nuzzled his nose against your entrance, you felt his warm breath tickling your folds. Next thing you knew, you were met with the warmth of his thick tongue swiping across your cl*t, releasing a breathy whimper.

“A-Ah, n-not there,” you cried. You were about to lay your hands against his blond locks, but had forgotten that you were trapped in cuffs, leaving you powerless and defenseless against the villain.

Smite took his time savoring the sweet taste of you, his groans vibrating your wet folds with each lap, the corners of his mouth coated in your juices.

A mixture of your whimpers and his loud gulps echoed the room.

Your mind was in a daze, too foggy to comprehend. Him eating you out had no business feeling this damn good. So much so that you felt another orgasm coursing through your body, sprinkling his mouth and face with more juices.

The man smirked against your p*ssy, lapping up every ounce of your sweet nectar before letting go of your small bud with a ‘pop.’

Pulling away, he watched as your expression contorted into one of pure bliss and pleasure. Your face flushed, tongue slightly sticking out of your mouth, tears filling your eyes, chest rising with each shaky breath. If that wasn’t the lewdest expression he’d seen out of you, he might as well take a picture to look back at his work.

“My my, what a messy girl you are~. You better be grateful that Daddy is here to clean up your mess,” he chuckled in amusement, licking away any leftover juice remaining on his lips.

You shot him a soft glare, not fond of his cockiness.

He churned his head slightly.

“Aww, don’t look at me like that, kitten.”

He leaned down close to your face, his lips brushing against yours.

“Besides… we’re just getting started.”

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a/n :: it feels good to upload another fic. july was probably the busiest (and worst) month to endure as i was competing in academic olympics while balancing my mental health. here’s a gentle reminder that it’s okay to take breaks and take care of yourself. <3

p.s. :: a HUGE thank you for 100 followers! never would i imagine of reaching such a milestone.. i’m genuinely so happy that there are peps out there who read, interact, and enjoy my content. it gives me the motivation to continue writing for y’all!

*virtual huggies and kissies* i love y’all sm, and once again, thank you~ ! (´ε｀ )♡

p.s. (2) :: this fic is also published on ao3 ;)

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