This Is Both Steamy & Vanilla....
This is both steamy & vanilla....
Spring time with Hawks
Suitor: Keigo Takami/Hawks
Tags/warnings: breeding, rut, baby trapping, dubcon, twisted courting, misunderstandings, smut
Hawks grunted as he fought his way back to the office, the late winter weather battering him in the form of icy high speed winds and taking him more force than he would usually expend. Everyone at his agency was preparing for his annual 'holiday', though just about all his employees knew that it was related to his rut, but pretended that it was to do with workloads to protect their jobs and income as he finally landed in front of the building. The receptionist still gushed whenever he greeted her, as he threw her a wink and a grin on his way past to the elevators while he idly wondered if she would ever stop reacting in such a cute fan way. The second that the elevator doors closed, his persona and expression fell. He was alone in the small box while he waited to arrive at his office floor, and he was glad to be on his own after what felt like a constant of public persona and work since the previous spring. He rubbed the back of his neck in an attempt to ease some of the tension that was building inside of him, and he closed his eyes to avoid looking at himself in the mirror. It felt like his ruit was starting to impose more on him each year. It would start earlier, and last for longer while being more intense, and this year was already proving to be no exception to the rule. His rut was part of his quirk, but it was the part of his quirk that the Commission were keen to keep tightly out of the public perception due to it being a negative connotation of his anthro quirk. So it was an open secret at his agency that each spring Hawks wouldn't be around, as he heard the ding and quickly checked his reflection before slapping the persona back on his face.
The winged hero grimaced internally, wanting to do anything except be the flirty persona that the Commission had crafted for him, but he expected to be greeted by a floor full of staff who were swanning around with work for him to do just before he disappeared. Only to find that instead, it was all empty, and even his acute hearing was struggling to locate anyone on the floor as he headed down the long corridor towards his office. Until he approached the office in front of his; where you were located. Once he opened the door, he was pleased to see that you were all alone, before he began to take note of your exact state and appearance.
The end of your nose was red and sore, you were looking pale with flushed cheeks, no makeup, and certainly not wearing your best clothes. Plus you had dragged your bin out from its hiding place to next to your chair, and it was overflowing with used tissues, while boxes of tissues and cold medicine covered your desk. While you were currently relaxed back in your chair, eyes closed, and with your phone pressed to your ear as someone continued to squawk on the other end of the phone. It suddenly made sense as to why the floor was surprisingly empty, they were all avoiding you.
"As soon as Hawks stops leering at me, I promise that he will get the last of his pre-holiday paperwork submitted to you today, Mr. President," your scratchy voice drew the hero's attention, before he spotted that your eyes had opened by the tiniest amounts and gave you one of his cheeky grins in response.
Normally, he would have tried to pawn the paperwork off onto a sidekick, or to give you the slip with a claim that he had been summoned out to a job, but seeing you in such a vulnerable state was bringing out a side that Hawks didn't want to publicly admit to existing. You didn't waste any time in ending the call, before raising an eyebrow at the pro as he made no effort to move past your desk and into the privacy of his office.
"You need to fill out the paper and then head home. They've deciphered your behaviour," you sniffed, tugging another tissue free of the box and blowing your nose in an attempt to get Hawks moving since most people had often disappeared at the noise.
Instead, he smirked at you, and leant forward into your personal space, putting the back of his hand across your forehead, before giving you one of his 'disappointed' look as he straightened back up with a shake of his head. Though you didn't seem to miss the small smirk he was wearing as well. "You're running a fever, and what kind of boss would I be if I didn't escort my top employee home?" Keigo had never attempted to cross the boundary of employee and boss before, but then again he had also never been this close to his rut and in your presence. You were attractive and he wasn't an idiot, it was mostly that his rut was starting to colour his behaviour so he had a new found confidence to act on his wants.
"Literally no boss ever would escort their employee home without sullied intentions," you rolled your eyes, and scoffed before diverting your head and coughing into your hand. Hawks wrinkled his nose as you slathered your hands in sanitiser, the smell was highly offensive to him on the best days, never mind at a time when his senses were working overtime. "It's just a cold, Hawks. Plus, I'm off the moment you file that paperwork, so the sooner you do that, then the sooner I can go home and look after myself."
Hawks felt himself bristle at your attitude and approach, especially when you were fixated on going home. The implication of not wanting his help and not wanting him by extension was a slap in the face, but instead of grabbing you there and then, Hawks gave you his trademark dazzling smile. It should have made you fawn over him in giddiness as every other person in Japan would have done in your situation, instead, you shook your head and turned your focus back to your computer screen, probably to deal with someone else who wanted Hawks, but the pro hero could feel his anger and bitterness at rejection simmering away just beneath the surface. He wasn't used to people brushing him off and treating him as you were in the full face of his charm. They would normally be falling over themselves at this point, as Hawks made the strategic decision to leave you to your work, though a few feathers easily scattered across your office to keep an eye on you to allow him to pack up in preparation of his rut.
His feathers didn't impede you directly. He made sure of that. The last thing that Hawks needed was for you to have your guard up around him. He wanted you to think that he was just finishing up and being his usual self, but the reality was that he was getting more and more wound up because his mate was being stubborn about not needing Keigo to pamper her while she was sick. It was easy to get into your bag given the chaos that was happening on your desk, and for his feathers to tip your birth control pills into the bin and hidden by tissues. Before Hawks then submitted the half-assed report and swiftly shut down his computer.
He shut the door with an unnecessary force, making you jump and kick over your bag with your foot, causing the contents to spill out over the floor. Before you turned around and glared at him before you then started gathering everything back in, while Hawks shut your station down for you. He didn't need anyone getting into your computer in your joint absence, you did too much work for him and the Commission, before you were upright again and trying to get him to react to your glare.
"Hawks, I have a cold . I am not that sick that I need you to take me home, I am perfectly capable of doing that myself," you started, before a feather pressed itself to your lips and silenced you. You were caught off guard, and the action forced you to actually look at your boss for the first time that day. You weren't an idiot, nor were you blind. Hawks was arguably the hottest bachelor on the scene, but your contract explicitly stated that dating any pro-hero or sidekick would end up in you being terminated. You enjoyed your job, and Hawks paid you a handsome salary given his position in the charts, which meant that you could live extremely comfortably. But this was the first time in all your years that you were this close to a rutting Hawks, and you were starting to feel like prey being hunted. He tilted your chin up to meet his hungry gaze, and watched as you swallowed nervously. He smiled at you dangerously, and you were already starting to curse that you hadn't taken the time to learn about what a rut actually was instead of just accepting the vague explanation given by the Commission.
"I am not like any other boss, chickadee," his smile widened, as you realised that the winged hero had you pinned in the office space without a way around him as he flexed his wings to make a point. "I've submitted my paperwork, so let's go!" His grin did nothing to reassure you that you would be returned safely to your home that evening, especially given the fiery glint in his eyes. You were already mentally preparing yourself to be out of a job on your return, maybe Todoroki would be able to afford your services to keep you in your current level of comfort as you shakily grabbed your handbag and phone, before you were wrapped up in your boss' arms and flying across the city. You were mentally scolding yourself about not checking your station had logged you out, and too busy to notice which direction Hawks was flying in, though he was flying at a speed that was impossible to look at anything. So you resorted to burrowing your face into the crook of his neck, and privately glad that you hadn't bothered with makeup since it would have been ruined by this point.
Hawks kept you tucked in safely against him for the duration, and didn't engage you in conversation. Not that you were airborne for long enough to come to terms with what a rutting Hawks really meant. You were slightly dazed as Hawks touched down on the huge balcony on top of one of the tallest buildings in the vicinity, and the windows gave an impression that you were about to see one of the largest penthouses that the city had to offer. You knew that Hawks was doing well for himself, but you'd never imagined just how rich, as you realised that the door could only be opened with a retinal scanner as Hawks leant forward to it before you were then being ushered inside promptly. Then you were locked inside before you could question anything that was happening around you.
Hawks quickly peeled you out of your outer layers, leaving you in a t-shirt and your trousers before he followed suite, and left your bag to rest on top of one of his kitchen counters. He then pulled you through to a large family bathroom before you could find your thought process to question him.
He smiled at you, as one did to a lover with a soft stroke of your cheek, before he began to run a hot bath. Alarm bells were going off at this situation, and you could feel the panic starting to rise. If you could get him to let you go, then you could salvage your job as you spun around to face him and plead with him.
Instead, he slid his arms around your waist, and nuzzled into your hair, as your body started to relax into his. Your physical reactions weren't helping your mental state. But you also figured it was a side effect of working so much and living a single life. You were so starved of affection that your body and heart didn't know what to do. You would probably be best getting a normal boyfriend, someone who worked in an office and wasn't a pro hero that constantly put themselves in danger and would actually turn up to dates instead of leaving you behind all the time.
"Hawks-" You began, before you felt him tense sharply around you.
"Keigo," he corrected. His tone was far from the usual flirtaous honey, instead it was like sandpaper.
"...Keigo," you repeated after him, trying to keep calm given your situation despite the position you found yourself in. "I need to go home and look after myself. I'm sick," you reminded him gently, aware that he wasn't thinking clearly.
Much to your surprise, the pro let go of you with a smile that almost seemed patronising, and then he gently pushed you towards the bath before turning to leave you alone. "I know you're sick, chickadee. That's why I brought you in here. A long, hot soak will do you good while I phone food in."
True to his word, you were left on your own. And between the flight over, the cold and the prospect of needing to look for a new job once this had calmed down, then you decided that taking advantage of Keigo's money would help. The bath was full of hot water and bubbles from his stupidly expensive products, as you stripped and lowered yourself into the large tub, which was built to accommodate his wings. You could lower yourself properly into the water and let it soak into your tired muscles as you closed your eyes and rested your head against the edge of his tub.
A knock to the door pulled you out of your doze in the steamy room, along with a call that food had arrived. It also brought you to the realisation that you didn't have anything clean to wear, before you spotted that Hawks had left a neatly folded pile of clothes to wear just inside the door, and had removed the clothes you were wearing earlier for good measure. It was all your boss' stuff, but you couldn't exactly go strutting around naked in his house while he was this close to rut as you dried off and dressed in it before heading out.
You were loathe to admit it, but the long soak in a hot bath had really helped you to feel better, as you padded across the living room. Then a long and low wolf whistle broke your illusion that Hawks was just a caring boss and wanted you to look after yourself. He kept his distance respectful, gesturing for you to take a seat on his ridiculously expensive sofa, and the TV was playing some anime as you sank into the plush seating. You watched your boss with narrowed eyes, as he headed over from the kitchen space while carrying a bucket of fried chicken, your favourite lunch order from the ramen shop around the corner and a few drink options for you both. The glint in Hawks' eyes was nowhere to be found, which let your defence down. Maybe it had been all his rut talking, and he'd managed to settle again and was just making sure that you would be okay before he went off-grid for a few weeks. You weren't paying much attention to what was happening around you as you tucked into the food, finding yourself famished after accidentally skipping lunch, and drank the tea that Hawks had kindly made for you.
"... Need to keep my mate happy," he had been chirping away happily next to you, before the phrase made you zone back in on the conversation.
"Mate?" You repeatedly back, a small part of your brain already starting to panic and telling you to get out of the apartment regardless of your state of dress. Your back straightened, and you suddenly felt keenly aware of the lack of distance between you and Hawks. He also seemed to sense the change in your attitude, as that glimmer was back in his eyes and more dangerous than ever.
"Yes, mate," he repeated, putting the remnants of your food on the coffee table in front of the sofa and then leaning over so that his body framed yours. He was able to catch your chin between his thumb and forefinger before you could slip away, and forced you to look at him. His smile didn't reach his eyes, and the scene was leaving you feeling exposed for letting yourself be put in this situation.
"I'm not your mate," you were panicking, as your brain started to kick into fight-or-flight mode and trying to slowly pull yourself out from the cage that Hawks had made using his wings and arms over you.
"You smell like me; you're wearing my clothes; you've never refused any of my advances over the past few months," he listed, and crawled forward to keep you pinned down against the sofa.
"What advances?!" Your calm exterior was shattered, before Hawks pinned your wrists down above your head, keeping you from escaping him as he tilted his head to watch you with curiosity, and to leave you at his mercy.
"I proved that I could take care of you and our chicks," he started, his eyes roaming over you and drinking your prone form in greedily. You started to realise that the high salary wasn't just because Hawks was a nice guy and had you working long hours, and those lunches 'on the agency' weren't his way of apologising for yet another meal time spent working through his paperwork. "You kept all those pretty rocks I got you," he cooed, referring to the glass bowl you had full of gemstones and pebbles, which had started because you didn't want to offend Hawks by not keeping them. "You always said 'thank you' to me for the flowers. You understand the hero lifestyle. You haven't been seeing anyone since you started working for me," he continued, as you began to realise that it had never had been about Hawks just being a nice boss or a nice guy, but his twisted way of courting you.
And you'd never rejected him or his presents.
"My job contract-" you croaked, before Hawks silenced you with a doting, soft kiss.
"You're over thinking things," he crooned, and started to nuzzle into your neck. You could feel your body starting to heat up, as you squeezed your thighs together in the face of being held in such a thought provoking position, and it had been so long since you had had the chance to spend time with your favourite vibrator. "Did you really think I hadn't noticed the way you'd look at me when I "forgot" my shirt? Or how upset you would get when I got injured or disappeared for longer than I should have? Those weren't the reactions of someone who's just an employee," the soft kisses being left against your neck were making your thoughts fuzzy as a groan slipped out unintentionally and you tilted your head upwards. "You'd always check in on me, especially when you realised that no one else had noticed my real mood," he continued, purposefully keeping his voice at a soft murmur. "And don't think I didn't notice the way you'd squeeze your thighs whenever I would do those swimwear shoots. Did you really think I needed my cute secretary there for any reason except to tease her?"
"I can't afford-" you tried again, your eyes firmly shut in a vain attempt to stop the influence of the hot pro who had you pinned under him on his sofa.
"I can." He spoke firmly, forcing you to open your eyes to look at him. "The Commission went through your background and connections. You're cleaner than most heroes. They're also concerned that our proximity is causing the ruts to last for longer because you're an attractive and fertile woman. So, I was tasked with ascertaining your interest," he smirked a little, and rocked his hips forward. You gasped sharply at the stroke against your clit, and blushed furiously as though you'd been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. "I've been told that my rut hormones make it much more intense for my partner, but you'll find it out for yourself," he continued to kiss down your neck, as you started to realise that he had picked these clothes out for you on purpose. The t-shirt was a deep v neck, and you were guessing that Hawks knew he could easily tear the fabric if it was starting to get offensive. You could feel your eyes starting to water, you had always promised yourself that you would never let yourself fall victim to some hero's flirtaous advances, before the kiss on your lips brought you back to the room as you thought you saw the first glimmer of Keigo instead of Hawks in his eyes. He lifted one hand from pinning your wrists down, and lovingly stroked your cheek. "I'm not going to need anyone but you from now on," it felt like a promise, gently tilting your head up to leave your lips ripe for his picking as you whimpered softly. "Just you and me," honied words on the lips of a master as you felt your resolve crumble.
"Be gentle with me," you begged.
He wasted no time. He scooped you up in his arms, holding you flush to him and threatening to suffocate you with his smell as he carried you through to his bedroom. If you had been asked beforehand, you would have assumed that he would have a large, yet unmade bed and a huge walk-in wardrobe to accommodate all his fashion. Instead, you could only describe it as a futon with a nest of blankets and bedding in the middle of it. You only caught sight of a couple more doors before you were lowered gently to the centre of the nest, and then Keigo descended on you. His kisses were needy, demanding your affection as you began to chase him. You could feel everything starting to dampen on you, and rubbed your thighs together. His fingers slid against your stomach, before he was pulling the t-shirt off you, and starting to explore your newly exposed skin in awe.
You gasped as his fingers tugged on a nipple, before your chest arched out to fill his palm. His chuckle washed over you, and he nibbled up your neck as you could feel him watching his hand, admiring your reactions as he continued to massage and tease your breast, before weighing it in his hand. You didn't hear what he said, before his attention was turned to your neglected breast, and he decided to start kissing his way down to it.
"I want to spend plenty of time with you," he spoke up, before a hand slid down your stomach, to where the offensive shorts were sitting on your hips. He knew that you weren't wearing any underwear, he hadn't given you any, and you could feel the damp material sticking to your thighs. Was it always this warm in here? You could feel sweat starting to form on your skin and roll down as you rolled your hips up to meet his, and to make a point. He came off your now wet breast with a 'pop' and a chuckle, and looked up at your face as he slid his hand under the elasticated waistband. His finger tips walked down your lower stomach, and to the top of your thigh, before he brushed over and down. You groaned in relief as he teased you with the briefest of touches along your slit, and then rocked up to make your point.
"Mhm, I'm getting to it," he murmured hotly down your ear before taking your earlobe into his mouth and nibbling on it. He took a moment before sliding a single, long finger into your pussy and groaning loudly. You were soaked, and trying to stimulate yourself on his finger. Keigo hadn't wanted this to be about him, he wanted to make you feel good, but when you did these things, then it was getting impossible to think about anything except just sinking his cock into you and ruining sex with anyone else. Then you bucked your hips up again and squeezed on his finger.
A low and threatening Alpha growl slipped out, that made you freeze in place and it made Keigo's job of stripping you both much easier too. Feeling your skin against his was as soothing as it was invigorating, he would never admit it but he had often daydreamer of how this would feel, and his imagination couldn't hold a candle to how it felt to really have you underneath him. You willingly slid your arms around him, before meeting him halfway for a passionate kiss as your naked bodies slotted together. His cock ached and felt heavy, before he brushed against your inner thigh and all his former grace was nowhere to be found.
Keigo could feel himself getting lost to the rut, his mind clouded at the prize hanging in front of him and you were so pliant for him. Then your hand brushed over his cheek, tilting his head up so that your eyes could meet. Your expression was one of concern, worried that he was regretting his actions before he leaned in and kissed you slowly as he lifted your right thigh and then slowly entered into you. He smirked a little to feel you squeeze and convulsed around him, especially as he finally bottomed out, and you broke off the kiss for air with a gasp.
"Fuck," your swearing was too cute, especially the way that you rolled your hips and squeezed his shaft again. "Be careful."
"Mm, you feel really good around my cock, chickadee," he murmured, kissing down your neck and starting to suck on your exposed skin.
"You're bigger than the last guy," you groaned, before spotting the animalistic glint in his expression at that comment.
"Oh baby, I'm going to have you seeing stars," he promised with a purr. You swallowed nervously, your right leg still being pinned back towards your torso and leaving you almost entirely at his mercy, before his right arm slid underneath your back and forcing you to arch. Which was pushing him deeper without either of you trying.
His pace was merciless. His hips thundered into yours, your thigh finally freed up as his left arm slid between you and toyed with your clit. You had to cling to him with your thighs before Keigo started to toss you around and sat up on his haunches, and seated you on his lap after you'd cum for the first time. His wings were curled around you both, giving you a privacy curtain as he bounced you furiously along his shaft, groaning as you tightened around him and then your nails started to dig into the top of his back. You had tried to plant your feet to give yourself purchase to bounce against his pace, but that was Keigo's job as he decided to lower your back to his nest again. He kept your legs wrapped around his hips, and smirked down at you as you screamed out on your third orgasm, before he couldn't hold it off any more and painted the inside of your cunt with his cum. He dug his fingers into your hips, rolling himself deeper as his knot popped, and stretched you out for a surprise.
You were both panting, lying down in the nest and sheens of sweat coating you both as you started to realise that something felt different. Keigo chuckled softly, nuzzling into your neck and soaking up your scent and keeping you close to him.
"I need to clean up," you grumbled softly, which was adorable to the hero before he kissed your forehead.
"You can't. Give me ten minutes," he replied, and rested his head against yours. Though true to form, you tried to move anyway. "Chickadee, that's a knot. It's a plug designed to keep my cum in. It'll go down in ten minutes and then you can go and clean up," he grunted, and flooded the room full of his smell as any animal would to placate their mate. "Then again, in ten minutes I could be fucking you senseless, but the point is, while my knot is inflated, then you and I aren't going anywhere alone."
You grumbled, but stopped trying, which made things much more comfortable again for Keigo. He resumed nibbling and sucking on your neck, finding having you with him a soother for his rut as he was able to think clearly at this stage. Not that it would last.
It was two weeks before either of you could leave the nest without Keigo panicking that his mate was abandoning him and then fucking you senseless while you were in the bath or over the sink. And you didn't dare bring up birth control after seeing his fiercely feral side about you leaving the nest during the first day of his rut. You knew that pregnancy was a real possibility given how much you were saturated in his cum, but you decided to remain hopeful that would get lucky. The Commission had adjusted your job description, and your contract to reflect that Keigo and you were 'compatible' as they described it. Though in reality, your office had shifted from the agency building to the penthouse, and you'd moved in as well. It was all arranged by Keigo, who was hugely apologetic about how events had transpired the day his rut started, and he footed the bill before he took you out on the promised dates. It was all in the wrong order, but then again, the test in your hand was also telling you that things were being done in reverse as you began to wonder if he knew on a more animalistic level.
Keigo beamed as he landed on the balcony, and spotted you on the sofa, the laptop open in front of you and you were on the phone yet again to the Commission. Though the gestures you were making through the windows before you hung up on the phone only stood to make the winged hero giggle, and then he entered through the door.
"I missed you," he crooned, bouncing over and wrapping his arms around you, pausing only to kick his shoes off and shake his jacket free. He loved to feel you against his skin, it was a reminder that you were real, before he paused and caught sight of your face, and his smile was gone. "Chickadee?"
You couldn't find the words, instead you dug the test out that had fallen between the sofa cushions. You swallowed nervously, you know a lot had been said during the rut about children, but that was the rut. You had come to learn that a rutting Keigo, a normal Keigo and Hawks were all three separate personas, and normal Keigo had made no mention of kids. You knew that Hawks had said in his interviews about wanting them, but you knew that he was schooled to say that. He beamed brightly, threatening to blind you and kissed all over your face, chirping about how lucky he was to have such a great mate and how good of a mother you would be. You could feel the hidden tension dissapate, leaning into him as you started to cry. You had already decided that you wanted to keep the baby, with or without Keigo, but he was already talking to the non-existent bump excitedly, and beaming up at you.
"Your mama is so gorgeous, and I know you're going to be so beautiful when you get here baby bird, but you're going to be nice to your mama and cause as few problems as possible. Daddy has a lot of work to do," he grinned, cuddling you around the waist. "But he's going to make sure that you and mama are safe, because that's daddy's job. And I'll have to tell you all about what I do for work when I come home." He babbled, as you stroked your fingers through his fluffy hair. "Though, daddy will need to make an honest woman of your mama first," he winked up at you and laughed as you flushed bright red, before swotting him on the back.
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Daminette December 2023: 18-Hiding in the Shadows
Marinette looked around her pent house in Paris. She had everything she wanted as a teenager. Well, almost everything. She was a well-known fashion designer, to the people that were aware of her. She kept her business a secret and used an alias. Her clients all came from judgement on her other clients. Others designers knew her as 'Passion' after her store's brand. Very few knew her as Marinette Dupain-Cheng: Gabriel Agreste, Audrey Bourgeois, and Jagged Stone.
Marinette had enough money to pay her rent, her fabric, all of her equipment, anything a business woman could need. Marinette herself, not so much. She missed being able to walk out and go sit at a cafΓ© for a bit. When she saw Wayne Enterprise opened a section in Paris, she came up with an idea.
'Wayne Enterprises is a place that usually pays big. Even a part time job should be fine. A little play money couldn't hurt. A few extra euros so I could eat out, get some comfy clothes so I'm not rushing between orders and messing up wouldn't hurt.'
Damian Wayne sat at his desk, looking through potential applicants. Many of them were attached to big names or had one of their own. As he rang background checks, he could see they were all connected to each other in one way or another. He smirked at his idea.
'Let's put on a show. I want to see what kind of people these applicants are around each other. Would they out themselves?'
Mari was escorted to a waiting room as Damian Wayne got through other interviews. When the door opened, the last thing she expected was to see some familiar faces: Chloe, Adrien, and Lila.
"I don't know why you're even here, Dupain-Cheng." Chloe snarled, after the door was closed, "This is a big company that would love to work with our families. You have nothing going for you."
Marinette sat down and smiled, "Is that right? I guess I must have sent the wrong order to your mother and that's why she wore my design down the red carpet at the MET Gala."
Chloe tensed up and refused to meet her gaze. She could tell Adrien and Lila were surprised as well.
Chloe cleared her throat, "You're lying."
"Call your mother and ask." Marinette shrugged, "Oh, that's right! She doesn't like you; she prefers your half sister, who can actually work and living on her own, instead of leeching off of her Daddy."
"This isn't you, Dupain-Cheng." Chloe declared.
"No. This is me." Marinette shrugged off the concerned looks, "I'm just not being forced to coddle you to make Caline Bustier's life easier. 'Oh, just show Chloe some love, so she'll know what it's like and she'll get better eventually. You'll see.' Even she knew you were a horrible person. She basically thought you were The Grinch. That with enough love, your heart would grow three sizes and you wouldn't be such a bitch anymore."
Everyone was speechless at Marinette's attitude. This wasn't the Marinette that they grew up with.
"Chloe Bourgeois." a security voice called.
Chloe held her head high as she walked into the office.
"Damian Wayne." Chloe stated.
"Sit!" he demanded.
Chloe was shocked by his attitude.
'Doesn't he know who I am?'
"Do you know who I am?" she shouted.
"A spoiled brat; Ive read the articles on the internet." Damian stated, "You are known for crying for your father when you don't get what you want. Even though you are the oldest, your half-sister is who your mother relies on to bring customers for Style Queen in New York."
"My father-" Chloe snarled.
"Isn't the mayor anymore. He hasn't been the mayor in three years." the Wayne heir spoke, "If you're thinking of blackmailing me, you chose the wrong person. Spread whatever lies you want or cry to your father, the hotel owner. I could make one post about how horrid his hotel is and he would go out of business. Could you live with that?"
Chloe stood there, speechless. The only person who talked to her like this was her mother.
"I'm in charge, here, and if it came down to it, your job would be scrubbing toilets all day." Damian declared.
Tears formed in Chloe's eyes.
'He's glaring at me, just like Mommy. He doesn't look happy. He looks at me like he wishes I was gone or someone else.'
"We're done here." Damian stated.
Chloe quickly rushed out of the office. The three saw her rushing away, crying.
'I knew she wouldn't last.'
"Marinette, I can't understand why you're like this." Lila spoke, as she took her seat.
'He made that Daddy's Girl cry. I better go at this carefully.'
"Oh, shove it, Lila." Marinette sighed, "All three of us, here, know you're a lying manipulative bitch. You don't have to fake it."
"I don't know-" Lila continued.
"Adrien already told me years ago that he made a deal with you. He made one with me, too. Did he ever tell you that?" Mari questioned.
Lila glanced towards Adrien, who kept his head down.
"Oh, he didn't." she giggled, "You see, I was already designing for Jagged Stone when you arrived to our school. Adrien even had me autograph things I designed for him."
The model had turned towards Adrien and was now glaring at him.
"I could have made your whole 'tinnitus-kitten bullshit' story go up in flames since day one." Mari smiled, "I could have video called him and you would have been labeled as delusional."
"I took all our friends away!" Lila cried out, in victory.
"No." Mari answered, "You took away people, who were finally talking to me. Chleo ensured that for seven years, I had no friends. Those 'friends' just went back to not talking to me. You didn't actually do anything. If anything, you helped me. You took away the class president duties from me and I had more free time. You turned Alya and Nino away, so I couldn't babysit. I designed more clothes and got more clients. You didn't make my life worse, Lila, you made it better."
Lila fumed. Adrien had played peace maker between the both of them. From what Marinette was saying, she could have won the war in an instant! She thought she had chased Marinette Duapin-Cheng out of school all those years ago and here she was smiling, practially laughing at her, saying it wasn't true. She had thanked her and said she made her life better.
'I need this job so I can rub it in her face! I need to win against her!'
"I do hope you at least did some research into Damian Wayne." Marinette stated.
"I've known Damian Wayne since we were children!" Lila announced.
"Is that what it told you, you should say when you looked up how rich his family is?" Mari inquired.
Lila stood up, in rage.
'How dare she!'
"Lila Rossi." security called out.
Lila smirked, "I'm coming."
"She really should have done her research." Marinette spoke out loud.
"Why do you say that?" Adrine asked.
"Lila likes to play off her tears and looks." Mari declared, "Damian Wayne hates going to galas because of girls that try to attach themselves to him."
"And?" Adrien questioned.
"He broke an Italian model's arm two months ago, for lying to him." the designer stated.
Adrien paled at her words. Marinette merely smiled and pulled out her phone and dialed emergency services.
"Hello, what is your emergency?" the voice asked.
"I think we need an ambulance at Wayne Enterprise." Marinette stated, "I think someone's arm is broken."
"Are you with this person?" the voice questioned.
"No." the designer answered.
"I have sent medical to your location." the voice declared, before hanging up.
"That was pretty extreme, Marinette. I have faith in Lila!" Adrien shouted, "I don't think he would do that! The Waynes have an imagine to uphold!"
"Maybe, you should have done your research." Mari shrugged, "You still have time. Maybe five minutes."
Lila sauntered her way into the office.
"Hello, Mr. Wayne." She spoke, calmly.
"Sit." He demanded, not looking up.
Lila waved off his decleration. She moved past the chair in front of his desk and walked her way to his side.
"Can I sit on your lap?" She asked, "You see, I have tinnitus and-"
"There is nothing in here that would activate your tinnitus. Tinnitus is when you can't here anything for a brief amount of time, but a loud ringing. It's usually followed after hearing an extremely loud sound. I should know; I went to medical school." Damian stated.
'Shit. My usual tactics won't work here.'
Lila nodded and made her way back to the seat.
"Why shoud I hire you?" The Wayne heir questioned.
Lila fluttered her lashes, "I'm a model for Gabriel Agreste."
"Former model." Damian interjected, "You now model on Instagram and Only Fans."
Lila turned red. She didn't expect them to aware of her new lifestyle.
"Now, Miss Lerouch-" he continued.
Lila paled, "Wh-What did you call me?"
"Cerise Lerouch." Damian stated, "Did you think I would not delve into your background? I have to know who I am working with."
Cerise quickly leaped up from her seat and rushed around the desk.
"Don't touch me." Damian demanded.
"I'll do anything." Cerise cried out, grabbing onto his arm.
The Wayne heir growled, "Let go."
"I can help you relieve stress in other ways, you know." Cerise pleaded.
Damian grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back, harshly. Cerise screamed in pain.
"I have no need for whores." Damian spoke.
He grabbed the back of her shirt, arm still twisted, and walked her to his office door. He grabbed the knob and threw her out, in front of his security team.
"Drag this whore out by the hair, if you have too, but I want her off Wayne Enterprise grounds and blacklisted!" Damian shouted.
"Yes, Mr. Wayne." they spoke simultaneously, as he slammed his door shut.
"Shit, I think her arm is broken." the one on the left declared.
"She would call an ambulance?" the one on the right asked.
"Please, help me! It hurts so much!" Cerise begged, cradling her arm.
"You shouldn't have pissed him off." the one on the right declared, "Damian Wayne isn't one to mess around."
A man rushed towards them with medical workers.
"Did you guys call for an ambulance and someone with a broken arm?" the new guy asked.
"No, but perfect timing." the one on the left stated, "Girl with broken arm right here."
Cerise was walked by the waiting room. Inside, she could see Adrien looked horrified before turning to Marinette. She was smiling at her. Then, the baker's daughter flipped her off.
'She knew! That bitch knew how this would end!'
Cerise burst into tears as she was carted off.
"I guess that just leaves you and me, Agreste." Marinette stated.
Adrien began to feel uncomfortable.
"I do hope you do better than they did." She spoke, "For your Father's sake."
"Huh?" Adrien asked, confused.
"Damian Wayne isn't one to back down, not even to his father. He can make his father bow down to him. You have no idea how......attractive that is to a woman, Adrien." Mari smiled, "A man with a spine."
The model gulped, watching Marinette lick her lips.
"You should grow a spine." she declared, "Maybe then your father won't force you to model for him. I' sure that's why Kagami chose Felix over you. Your cousin has a spine. It looks good on him. Maybe, that's why Kagami didn't take my advice on how to get back with you after the break up."
Adrien only looked at her in shocked.
"Alya told me you broke up and I went to see her." Marinette continued, "I tried to help, but she didn't want to. She said it was better that way and well, Felix and you did look alike as teens. The same face with a spine; kind of hard to resist. They're so happy and their twins are adorable."
"Adrien Agreste, Mr. Wayne will see you now." the voice spoke over the intercom.
The model looked over at the designer. She waved at him, but said nothing. Adrien stood up and stood tall.
Adrien walked into Damian's office. It was intimidating; Marinette was right. He was scarier than his father.
"Why should I hire you, Adrien Agreste?" Damian questioned.
"I hate modeling. I prefer computers and science. I want to break free of Gabriel." Adiren admitted, "You don't have to worry about me telling him anything because I never learned anything about fashion. I couldn't even tell you the names of two different shades of fabric. If anyting, you should hire Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Marinette has always been an amazing designer. She was recognized by Father and Style Queen when she was only thirteen. She's the one who would know everything about fashion."
Damian hid his smirk behind his hand and looked down at the papers about Adrien again.
'What a miracle worker you are, Miss Dupain-Cheng. Agreste grew a spine.'
"We may have an internship available in our science department." Damian spoke, "Do you still live with your father?"
"Yes." Adrien spoke.
"We have a company home we prefer our interns reside in." Damian continued.
He noticed Adrien seemed relieved about that.
"The internship isn't a guarantee." The Wayne heir continued, "We need to see you commitment and dedication first hand. If you can't keep up, we'll put you in a different department. If you keep failing to meet our expectations, you'll have no choice but to keep modeling for your father."
"Tell him we'll work with him for one year, as a test." Damian continued, "You have one year to get your affairs in order. You'll need to move in one month from now and if not, consider the contract cancelled. I will inform them you are expected."
"Thank you." Adrien smiled.
Damian waved him off and Adrine walked out of the office, happy.
Marinette stood up when her name was called. As she walked towards the office, she saw Adrien smiling at a paper. She entered the office and closed the door.
"Please sit Miss Dupain-Cheng." Damian ordered.
Marinette immediately took a seat in front of him.
"Why should I hire you?" He questioned.
Mari shrugged, "You don't really have to."
"Oh?" Damian pushed.
"I'm only here for a part time job." the designer answered, "You know, helping out on the floor, coffee grabber, secretary gig. That sort of thing."
"Excuse me?" he asked, shocked, " Aren't you a fashion designer."
"With my own clients and I can pay for my own things." She smiled.
"Then why are you here?" Damian questioned.
Marinette sat back further in the chair and got comfortable, "Play money. I spend my own on my deisgns, fabrics, equipment, rent. Why not have a little extra to treat myself to a night out or a night in, for once?"
That was not the answer he had been expecting.
Damian laughed, "What if I decide to keep you?"
"Keep me as in?" Marinette pushed.
"I decide I want to become one of your clients." he offered.
"Are you offering?" the designer asked, "I've seen some of those suits you wear to galas and it doesn't bring you out to your full potential."
"And that would be?" he asked.
"You're outshined by your father, your older brothers, and the company." She spoke, "You can stand out, but maybe you want to fade into the back, less people to grope you."
Damian chuckled and stood up from his seat. He made his way around the desk and rested on it.
"What would you dress me in, right now?" Damian questioned.
"Depends." Marinette smiled, "Do you always wear a suit to work or are you interested in a change?"
"Tell me about this hypothetical change." He demanded.
"Ever heard of quick change wear?" She asked.
"No." he replied.
"It mainly takes woman into factor. Clothes that can go from working at the office to going out on a date or partying." Mari answered, "Just a few adjustments and possibly a new shade of makeup and usually people tend to think they took all day to get ready."
Damian took what she said into account, "And for men?"
"Most don't really have the option." Marinette shrugged, "Shame, but on you.....your figure. Well, there's nothing sluttier than a man wearing a sleeveless turtleneck."
The Wayne heir couldn't help but think of his old League of Assassin's outfits.
"No one at work would know if you have a blazer on and buttoned." She continued, "It is your office so you can always install a closet here and keep an extra pair of clothes. Jeans, if you prefer. Who is to say that this whole time, you weren't wearing sweatpants and just dressed from the waist up."
He chuckled ather way of thinking.
'Effective, but true not the less. I could kick out anyone who entered my office, should I choose to dress comfortably, and there was a closet hidden behind the cabinets.'
"Another thing most people tend to do is incorporate their culture into their clothing, as well." Marinette spoke, "Personally, I use apple blossoms in most of my designs for myself."
"Miss Dupain-Cheng, you are not what I was expecting." Damian declared, "I like to expect everything."
Mari smiled, "I've been known to be...unpredictable."
"You want to work part time in the fashion section." The Wayne heir stated, "Even if it's just grabbing coffee or lunch for others."
"Correct." she answered.
"Fine." Damian spoke, "You can work here, part time, at least three days a week. I f you have a big comission, I want to know about it. You can keep the details to yourself, but I want a time frame."
Marinette nodded, happily.
"I also want you to make me something to relax in the office that could pass for office wear." he suggested, "I'll pay for fabric of course. I can send you the details of my heritage via email, later."
Marinette stood up, "I'll start on that and bring it by Friday."
Damian grabbed her hand and kissed it, "I'll see you Monday morning, at 9AM, for work. We can go over your schedule then."
Marinette felt her face flush as his lips connected with her hand. His gaze was piercing.
"Yes, Mr. Wayne." She answered, flustered.
Damian waved his hand, dismissing her, but he still followed her to the door.
"You know, Miss Dupain-Cheng." He whispered, pressing himself to her back, "They may not be able to see it, but I see what lurks in the shadows. I can see what you hide there. I can wait a bit longer for the side of you that wants to come out and play."
"Is that so?" Marinette whispered back.
"I'll enjoy getting to know you, in the future." Damian spoke, before opening the door.
Marinette took a breath before she walked out the door.
"Marinette, did you get the job?" Adrien asked.
"Yes." she answered.
The model sighed in relief, "I told him you were good. I told him about Father and Audrey."
"Did you think I wouldn't be able to get it on my own?" Mari questioned.
"That's not what I meant!" Adrien cried, surprised at the question.
"Then, don't belittle me and my work." Marinette declared, "He already knew who I was. The Wayne keep a check on everyone and everything. Did you seriously not expect him to know about our families? He was probably listening to us in the waiting room."
Adrien gulped in response.
"Besides, I wasn't apart of whatever you three were fighting over." Marinette smiled, walking away.
'What did she mean by that?'
Adrien turned to see Damian Wayne leaning against the door, wearing a smirk on his face. Damian took notice of the model and hardened his gaze. Adrien gulped as Damian stood tall and closed his door again.
'What was he staring at?'
Adrien turned his head back down the corridor and saw Marinette speaking to the receptionist.
'He was after Marinette the whole time!'
'He already knew who I was.'
'He was probably listening to us in the waiting room.'
'Besides, I wasn't apart of whatever you three were fighting over.'
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It was my father's birthday, the cake was too delicious. Cake was brought at desserts in the sky... (οΎ*>β<)οΎβ‘
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Heat haze ft Morax + fem!bunny adeptus!reader
cw/tags: heat/mating cycles, marathon sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, breeding kink, praise kink, creampie, sex toy, improper use of geo (lmao), Morax has a dragon penis, pet names, fucked stupid, reader calls Morax "My Lord" and Morax calls her "my child", power play??
notes: Pure self-indulgent filth <3 I love the concept of heats in general and though on applying that to adepti, then I remembered it's bunny year so why not... apparently there is a bunny in chinese mythology called the "Jade Rabbit" who serves the Moon Goddess soooo. Anyway. Breeding kink goes brrrrrr.
βM-my lord... Iβm sorry Iβm ah-β You gulp and try to breathe through your mouth, fingers clenching and unclenching trying to regain some semblance of stability. βIβm not feeling veryβ¦ wellβ
Shameful. Lord Morax came to see you, probably talk about important matters regarding this yearβs crops and yet-
βIs this your first heat alone?β
Your eyes widen and your cheeks burn, on instinct you look up panicked as your long ears stiffen in shock but just as quickly you avert your gaze, unable to look at him in the face at the revelation, and to avoid staring at his regal visage, fearful of your own reactions if you were to do so.
Oh he knows. He knows. Of course he knows. As much as you tried to suppress it your scent is probably dripping with want, especially when your thoughts were spiraling out of control mere minutes ago. Being an adeptus in heat is hard enough, but as a Jade Rabbit⦠it was especially hard on you.
You blink heavily, dumbly, your brain canβt keep up with all the emotions right now. You feel lightheaded but still manage to force out an answer. βN-Noβ¦ no, Iβmβ¦ used to it.β
Morax tilts his head and the light catches on his majestic antlers making them glow, and you find it impossible not to look βOf course.β He nods, still keeping immaculate composure. βBut havenβt you found a mate yet?β
A mate. Your rabbit ears droop. Ever since you vowed to serve Lord Morax you never had time for such things, with the on-going war and protecting the humans, even as a non-combatant adeptus your duties were many. Agricultural care and development, medical support, logistics⦠you never had it in you to find a mate. You were devoted to your contract, and, to Lord Morax himself.
βIβmβ¦ I havenβt found the r-right one yetβ¦β You mumble, hugging yourself and rubbing at your arm nervously in an attempt to mimic something.
βOh my child, Iβm sorry.β Morax approaches you and tentatively cups your cheek, fingers barely caressing your jaw, the touch is fleeting yet electric.
His hand is warm.
You unconsciously lean into the touch.
And he smells so good, so good.
βI could assist you, if you would allow it.β
You immediately flinch back at the words.
βW-what?!β
Morax simply blinks at you and crosses his arms, putting some distance between you two again. βI apologize if my advances are unwelcome.β
βNo my lord itβs n-not that.β You canβt help but stare at his strong biceps, blackened skin accented by fine gold liningsβ¦
You try to control your breathing and think! Rationally!!
But still, youβre curious. What would it be like? To feel your Godβs scent, your Godβs touch, your Godβs co-
You quickly shake your head. No, no! Thatβs indecent, scandalous! Youβre not worthy, thatβsβ¦
βItβs okay, my child.β
The warm touch is back, hands placed at your shoulders, grounding you, stabilizing you. A shiver runs down your spine yet it doesnβt freeze you on the spot, rather it feelsβ¦
Tender.
You stare up at him and this time hold your gaze. Heβs handsome and his eyes are the purest brightest molten gold you've ever seen, the bright diamond pupils mesmerizing.
You whine and rub your thighs together on instinct.
βMy Lordβ¦ p-pleaseβ¦β
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βHa-aahhβ¦ f-faster, please my Lord please- Ah-! Faster!β
Youβre reduced to a babbling, moaning, drooling mess as you lay on golden silk sheets. Head down ass up, your arms have long since given up supporting you and your thighs tremble as Morax rams into your dripping wet pussy over and over and over again.
He lets out a low chuckle βSo tightβ¦β He whispers, voice deep and raspy with sex haze, the scent of your heat spurring him on and causing his own illuminated beast features to manifest, such as his powerful tail undulating behind him. βYouβre practically dripping all over the place, and yet you take me so wellβ¦β his breath stutters with another snap of his hips and all you can do is moan loudly, mind foggy with need.
βOhβ¦β You gasp. βOh.β
Without pause, heβs slamming into you repeatedly, pulling you down on his perfect thick cock and fucking fast methodical thrusts into you wet hole, aiming for a certain spot that has you seeing stars once he finds it.
βAh! Ahβ¦ Ah!β Your voice barely registers through your own lust-hazed mind. Tears prickling at the corner of your eyes from the rapid buildup in your lower abdomen. Youβve lost count of how many times youβve already came, your juices coating your inner thighs and soiling the precious silken sheets. Not that he seems to mind. βO-Ohβ¦ Ohhhh. My Lordβ¦ M-Moraxβ¦β
Youβre pretty sure your God has ruined you for anyone else. No mortal or immortal would ever be able to compare to his divine cock, deliciously thick and filling, the dragon shaft lined with small ridges that rub just right against your insides and so utterly big you swear you can feel a slight bump on your navel every time he bottoms out.
You keen and whine when his strong clawed hands pull at your hips. Seems like your legs are also giving up on you so he holds you in place instead. And you love it. His musky scent. His smooth deep voice. His unfaltering stamina.
The Prime of the Adepti. A strong and virile dragon.
And he chose to mate you.
Suddenly you feel him drape over your back, his larger frame practically caging you, pressing against you until his chest meets your sweaty back and you feel his ragged breath against your neck, scenting you and your heat pheromones before sharp fangs graze your tender skin.
You moan and your pussy clamps down on him. You are so closeβ¦.
βYou feel amazing.β He growls. βSo good... s-so good for me.β
You buck your hips up to him, clumsily meeting his thrusts as your small fluffy tail twitches. βNnngh!β
You feel him bite at your shoulder and the sharp jolt of pain is enough to send you spiraling into another climax, moaning high-pitched and gripping him tighter inside you even as he fucked into your slick warmth. Despite the orgasm he shows no signs of slowing down, so neither do you, as the unbearable heat continues to burn inside you, an itch you canβt quite scratch. His hands reach out for your skin, caressing your soft breasts and marveling at how beautifully they fit into his hands. He rubs circles into one of your nipples before pinching it lightly and is rewarded with another high keen and a spasm around his cock.
βP-Pleaseβ¦ pleaseβ¦ I need it. Please-β You pant, voice laced with desperation, your nails digging into the bedsheets.
βWhat do you want?β Morax asks, nosing at your neck and lapping at the reddened bite mark he branded into your skin. βTell me what you need, little one.β
βBreed me!β You choke out βF-Fill me up Lord Morax, I need you toβ¦ fuck m-me full, pleasepleaseplease-β
And how could he deny such a sweet plea? Morax redoubles his efforts, panting with exertion and pushing harder, faster, deeper. Shrill little gasps escaping you as your mind goes blank from the pleasure.
βHah- Iβll breed you properlyβ¦ mhhβ¦ fill you up.β He pants, his pace getting sloppier, his tail trashing wildly, you feel him twitch inside you. βYouβre all mine. Mine to takeβ¦ to fuck, to own, to breed-β
Moraxβs breath hitches and he lets out a choked groan, spilling his load inside you in thick creamy spurts as you keen and squirm under him, too fucked stupid for words. You coo happily as the heat under your skin finally abates and you feel full, so full of his seed.
His grip loosens as his hips gradually slow down, head hung low as he catches his breath, his cock occasionally twitching inside you until it eventually softens. He gently pulls out admiring the way your pussy clenches on him, the way your legs shake, weakly trying to lock him there, keep him inside you. The drag and pull of his thick cockhead over your sensitive insides making you keen and whimper from its abuse until your pliant body falls onto the sheets, whining pitifully when you feel his slick seed dribble out of your swollen pussy. You try to close your legs and weakly paw at your core.
No, no, noβ¦ itβs supposed to stay inside. Lord Moraxβs precious cum-
You squeak as you feel something smooth and solid press against your pussy lips.
βShhh my dear, shhh.β He coos at you, deep voice soothing your frazzled nerves. βThis is just a little something to keep it in, to keep you full.β He pushes gently, working what you now realize was a cor lapis plug into your body. You made another whimpering noise as your lips parted for the toy heβd created for you. Red, puffy pussy folds spread open as they did for his cock, taking the tip before he worked the rest until it finally sunk in, lewdly resting against your opening, a glittering orange gemstone keeping you full. βThere, nice and snug, do you like it?β
Your only answer is a little chirp, your eyes half-lidded as your body relaxes. Β
βSuch a good little bunny. You were so good to me my child, so good.β You smile drowsily at the praise, cooing at him as his hand pets your hair and scratches your fuzzy ear. He kisses at your shoulder and starts softly massaging your aching limbs βYou were beautiful. You did so well, you took me so perfectlyβ¦β
You lean into his touch, curling up to his body, both of you still damp with sweat and other fluids. Resting for now until another wave of neediness hits you.
You both knew your heat would last at least other 4 daysβ¦
You idly wonder if by the end of the week you would be honored with carrying his offspring.
Here's a story with some inspiration by an author of tumblr, miggiisdumb, she also has a Twitter account. Her sexy black female characters are awesome, ok here's the story; Bakugo gets new neighbours. Dawyne The rock Johnson who is a quirkless but badass firefighter, he once saved the president of Japan's life and was given a pardon and asked to move to Japan to help their fire fighters. The rock is married to a quirkless African American who was adopted by Koreans and an excellent health cook, her name is kkul, they named her honey because she's a sweetheart. They both have an older son who is a wrestler and lives in America, They're 4 daughters; migeria, Camilla, diamond and princess. Migeria, the eldest of these triplets is like her dad but she somehow develop a quirk, anything she eats becomes healthy nutrition for her body so she never gets fat, she's a badass like her dad who kicked Katsuki's ass. Camilla is a strong and brave girl who wants to be a therapist, she's quirkless but doesn't care, like her sister and father she can kick ass. Diamond, she's a fighter and has a smile that glows like the moon, gorgeous eyes that shine like diamonds and training to be a quirkless doctor. Last is princess who loves pop music and wants to become a quirkless pop star, she can kick ass like her sisters and father.
This gives Katsuki a reality check that even quirkless people ain't weak or useless, so he begs the rock to train him. Izuku also gets trained by Migeria who sees Izuku as a little brother, Katsuki and Izuku beefed up and later meets Kirishima who joins in their training and becomes beefy like them. There are many oc pairings in this story of different nationalities, there will also be lemons in this story.
Pls allow me to borrow this character and create a fanfiction...
Award for this is justice bitch! Story goes to sassyduckqueen...ππ¬π¬π¬π²
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Donβt Mess With My Daughter- ML Prompt 2
The Second in my prompts. I justΒ want to state that this isnβt related to the first Prompt 1. Both are one shots and most of the story with the title ML Prompt will not be related unless it states otherwise. Anyway, I will happily tag anything who wants to read them as a few people asked me to tag them in my next work, which is this. @ravennm84β I hope you enjoy it :D also warning. This be salty but a happy endingβ¦ for Marinette anywayβ¦
Donβt Mess With My Daughter
Sabine frowned as Marinette came into the bakery with her shoulders slouched. She walked over and gave a gentle kiss on her cheek as she greeted her before heading back into the apartment. Sabine sighed softly as she frowned. Marinette was usually so full of energy and creativity but recently, she seemed drained for lack of better term. She had dark circles around her eyes and her skin seemed to lack itβs glow. She was getting worst at getting up to get ready for the day to the point where it seemed like that she was trying to avoid going to school. Sabine was confused as to why. Chloe had calmed down on her bullying and was getting better and Marinette had friends such as Alya and the girls. not to mention her crush was attending the school. Sabine smiled and thanked the customer before continuing with her work. Tom shoot her a kind smile as they worked before it began to quiet down and her mind fluttered back to Marinette. She believed her and Tom were good parents and that Marinette could come to them if she needed their help. Her mind flashed back to the day Marinette got expelled. She frowned as she thought about it. It was a few weeks before then that Marinette started to act stranger then usual but that day seemed to the catalyst of a sort. Marinette hasnβt been the same since. Sabine sighed gently and began to close up the shop. Once that was done, her and Tom headed up to the apartment and into the living room. To her surprise, they found Marinette curled up on the sofa asleep. Her phone was laid next to her. Sabine smiled softly and moved the blanket over her before picking up her phone. She went to place it on the coffee table but a message came through, showing the phone was unlocked. Sabine frowned as she saw the message.
FoxyWifi: Maybe the reason why youβre ignoring me is because you did it. I hope so, bitch
Sabine frowned deeply at the message. She knew FoxyWifi was Alyaβs chat name but why was she calling Marinette bitch and what did she mean by did it. She frowned and pressed the icon, revealing the chat between Alya and Marinette. She scrolled up to the chat and began to read the messages.
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hera's kinktober: day 3 of 16. taglist form here.
you stumbled out of the club, smoothing down the front of your dress as you steadied yourself. the night air was cool against your faceβa welcome contrast to the hot, smoke-filled haze inside the club.
your mind was full of the overwhelming need to be home, to satiate the dull ache thatβd been growing in your core from the moment you took your first sip of alcohol, to dream up scenarios in your head since clearly no man in real lifeβor at least, in that clubβcould compare to your imagination.
frustrated, you stepped out to the curb, throwing your arm up in an attempt to call a taxi over.
this is what happens when everyone i go out with is cuffed, i guess, you grumbled internally, hoisting your slipping purse back onto your shoulder. youβd left in a hurry, telling your friends not to worry and that they should just meet you back at the hotel you were staying at whenever they felt ready to leave the club. at least i can shower first and have the room to myself for a little while.
a car pulled over in front of you, a sense of relief washing over you as you realized that you could finally go home. you held the top of your dress to your chest as you bent to open the door, being careful to not stumble at the curb.
βhi, can you take me to the ritz?β you asked, slumping down comfortably in the backseat.
βsure,β a voice as smooth as velvet replied. βis it just you, darlinβ?β
you perked up at the use of the pet name, focusing your eyes on the man in the driverβs seat. sober, rational you would have texted your friends the license plate of the car, but the you right now was drunk and hornyβlooking for a suitable target.
the man glanced at you through the rearview mirror, and from your angle in the back, you were able to catch sight of the crisp, white button down he wore with the first couple of buttons undone, leaving just enough space for the sparkle of his silver chain to peek through.
your eyes flickered up, meeting his in the reflection.
βjust me, love.β
he merely smiled before starting to drive off.
βso youβre not from around here, are ya sweetie?β he asked casually, keeping his dark eyes fixed on you.
βno, iβm not,β you responded lightly, letting the strap of your dress fall a bit as you relaxed into the soft leather, lolling your head back so that he got a good view of your neckline. βcame here with some friends, but βm goinβ back early.β
he cocked an eyebrow.
βthey all have boyfriends,β you answered his silent question. βclubs are boring if thereβs no one to dance with, you know.β
βand by that, you mean that no one danced with you?β he laughed lightly. βdonβt lie, sweets.β
βitβs true,β you huffed, spreading your legs comfortably. βwhy else would i be going back early?β
βmmm,β he mused. βi suppose.β
maybe it was the alcohol talking, maybe it was the touch you craved, maybe it was just recklessness and adrenaline racing through your bloodβbut a tiny, devilish voice in the back of your head was responsible for bringing your left hand to rest on your breast, and letting your right traverse between your legs. the little shame you had left made you shift your purse so that it sat perched on your lapβa shitty attempt at hiding your driverβs view from seeing your fingers dip below the hem of your dress and up to your panties.
βhmm,β you breathed. βitβs a little hot in here, mind rolling down the windows?β
βof course.β
the breeze that rushed in made your hair flutter about your face, your earrings sparkling and dangling cutely.
your little ruse was too easy to figure out, the little purse on your lap obscuring just his view of your fingers and panties. he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to ignore the growing pain of his hardening cock straining against his pants.
your eyes fluttered closed, using the alcohol flowing in your veins as an excuse to let go and ignore your surroundings, focusing instead on getting your fingers closer and closer to the deepening wet spot in your panties.
through the mirror, he watched your lips part slightly, your chest rising with shallow breaths.
the bulge in his pants continued to strain until he felt as though he could take it no longer, and in a moment of desperation he unclasped his seatbelt, the sound of it clacking into place jolting you out of your haze.
βoh? isnβt that dangerous?β you asked sweetly, innocently peering at him as though the tips of your fingers werenβt drenched in your slick.
βdonβt you worry, angel, iβm pulling over,β he responded, making up his mind in an instant. βsince you looked like you needed some help.β
before his words could even fully register in your mind, he pulled over in a dark sidestreet, the gentle sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze filling the air.
slowly, you remove your fingers from your hole, hiding them under your purse as you watch him get out of the car and stride towards the backseat door.
βw-why did we stop?β you asked, a mixture of fear and adrenaline creeping through your veins.
βi told you already,β he replied, folding the front seats easily and pushing them forward before crouching in front of you, his face by your knees. βyou looked like you needed help.β
he coaxed a gasp from you, spreading your legs forcibly, causing your already too-short dress to hike up, exposing your darkened lacy panties.
βdid you really think you could get away with touching yourself in my backseat, love?β he cooed, rolling your panties down your thighs. βthatβs cute.β
your breath hitched in your throat, the feeling of your bare ass touching the leather seat only arousing you further.
βyouβre lucky i wonβt charge you for staining my seats,β he chuckled, looking up at you with blown out pupils full of lust. βitβs okay, i understandβyouβre just so wet, sweetheart, stains are inevitable, you know?β
you whimpered when he breached your entrance, the feeling of just one fingertip sending shocks throughout your body.
βandβgod, youβre fuckinβ tight,β he nearly moaned, mesmerized by the way your walls clenched around his finger.
you watched his fingers slide in and out of you, letting yourself relax way too easily in this manβsβthis strangerβsβtouch.
keeping a steady pace as he pumped one finger, and then two, and then three into you, he spread your thighs further, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the insides of your thigh.
βyou got awfully quiet, sweets,β he said, looking up to study your face.
βkinda,β you breathed. βkinda hard to focus, yβknow.β
he grinned, pulling his fingers out and sucking on them, relishing the sweet taste of your arousal.
βoh, my bad.β
he ducked his head to press a light kiss to your swollen clit, flicking his tongue over the nub, holding your thighs down to the seat as you spasmed.
your breathing grew more erratic, closing your eyes as the heat in your core started to spread. his tongue flitted in and out of you, pulling spasm after spasm out of you as you failed to anticipate what heβd do next.
he lapped up your slick like a man starved, the muscles in his forearm rippling as he continued to hold you down.
βc-close,β you said, strained. ββm so close, pleaseββ
he squeezed your soft flesh, as if to say go on, go on darlinβ, you can do it, and you did, you came with a jolt, breaking free of his hold to wrap his head with your plushy thighs, moaning and panting as he helped you through your release.
the soft moonlight filtering through the window cast a pretty glow upon the light sheen of sweat covering your neck and chest, the cityβs pretty night lights glimmering in their reflection on your skin.
he pulled away, watching you heave and pant, your half-lidded eyes looking down at him with an odd glimmer.
licking his lips, he smiled, about to move away when something compelled you to act, your hands reaching out to root themselves in his soft black waves, gripping and pulling him towards your face and locking his lips with yours in a deep kiss.
his tongue pushed past your lips, dancing with yours in a slow waltz as his hands explored the skin you hid beneath the fabric of the dress, trailing further upwards until he reached your breasts.
you could feel the hard bulge of his cock pressing against your leg and you reached for it, stroking it through his pants and growing more confident with your ministrations as he moaned into your mouth.
he pulled away briefly just to undo his pants, letting his cock spring free and swiftly moving to sit, pulling you onto his lap in the same motion so that you straddled him.
the buzz of the alcohol in your system caused you to register everything just a couple of moments late, only understanding your position when his cock was fully lined up with your dripping entrance, the head kissing your swollen lips.
there was a second where you could have sworn that time stopped, and you sat hovering above his lap, hands resting on his broad shoulders, dress straps hanging off your shoulders so low that your tits slipped out the top and the bottom riding so high that it lay about your waist, lipstick stains decorating his swollen mouth, two pairs of lust-filled, fucked out eyes staring into each other.
it was the only moment in which you felt your mind totally clear, and it really only lasted for a secondβbecause in the next, he was inside you, fully sheathed in the comfort of your tight, wet cunt, wrapping him so tightly that each vein, each ridge of his cock found its place within your gummy walls.
breathy, light moans tumbled from both of your lips at the same time, mixing in the air as your juices combined in your core, his hands pressing bruises into your soft hips as he lifted and pushed you down onto his cock. your head fell back in pleasure and his fell forward into your chest, you drunk off the alcohol and him drunk off your pussy.
he latched onto your nipple, his tongue tracing shapes around the sensitive bud without losing pace, fucking you down into his cock.
βmmnhβgod, pl-please donβt stopβ!β you mewled, just barely holding onto his shoulders.
βdonβt worry baby βm not stoppinβ, not βtill i feel that pretty pussy cream βround my cock, alright?β he breathed, his voice unsteady as he tried with all of his might to stop himself from cumming right then and there.
you babbled incoherently in response, too preoccupied with the sensation of being full, so utterly full of his cock that you couldnβt string two damn words together, and you fucking loved it. loved feeling like a whore, bouncing on some taxi driverβs cock in his backseat, moaning and screaming like the cumslut you were, uncaringβhoping, evenβthat someone outside would hear.
your sensitive cunt clenched and squeezed for all it was worth, feeling your pleasure about to burst at the seams as you approached your second high.
βfuck,β he said, gritting his teeth. βgotta stop doing that, βm gonna cum if you keepββ
but you were too high up to hear, or even care. his words went unprocessed, the knot in your stomach finally bursting, heat and pleasure and everything in between enveloping your body in a soft embrace. you came crashing down around him, letting your body slack in his arms, falling into the crook of his neck while your pussy contracted, milking him for his cum.
he felt his balls tighten, all too ready to empty everything they had into you, and he couldnβt hold himself back any longer from blowing his load into you, stream after stream of hot, thick cum coating your insides.
the two of you stayed put like that for a moment, catching your breath and letting your orgasms recede and fade.
βso,β he spoke, finally breaking the peaceful silence. βwhere was it that you were going, again?β
you smiled drunkenly, wrapping your arms around his neck.
βyour place?β
he laughed.
βsure thing, sweets.β
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DADDY'S HOME EARLY
TW: degradation, BREEDING KINK, getting caught.
DILF BAKUGOU X FEM BABYSITTER
This man is in his early forties and showing no FUCKING signs of it. He keeps his body in top form even though his villain fighting has slowed down some with him having a young son to worry about. He spends a lot of his time training and teaching hero interns that come to his agency. Aizawa really made a difference in his own hero training and he'll be damned if he won't do the same for young heros in training. Still his job does keep him working long nights and going on week long missions at times. So he hires you as a babysitter so he doesn't put all the strain on his parents.
Your sweet and have a work from home job so whenever he has to be gone for a week he knows he isn't ruining your schedule. Your great with his son and somehow never piss him off to the point of firing you even though you have no problem arguing with him. He likes that you don't take his shit and was almost embarrassed when he got half hard from you calling him a raging ass hat during an argument he had started.
So when he comes back 2 days early from a two week long mission some time after midnight he's over the fucking moon that he decided not to warn you ahead of time. He walks in to the house and hears noises coming from his bedroom. Think it was his son in there missing him he decided to quietly open the door to give him the surprise of daddy being home early. Only when he opens the door it's not his son sitting on the bed, it's you. You dressed in nothing but one of his zip up DYNAMIGHT merch hoodies only half closed. One hand is roughly fingering your wet pink hole and the other is over your mouth covering up your slutty little moans. He's never been so hard in his fucking life.
He closes the door behind him and clears his throat loud enough for you to hear. You squeak at the site of him absolutely mortified that you've been caught masturbating in your bosses bed. Tears fill your eyes as you open your mouth to apologize. You stop short when he starts to laugh lowly.
"Little miss babysitter I think this is the best welcome back I've ever had. You know what would make it even better though? If you hold those cute little pussy lips open so I can give my cock some much needed relief. I wanna say you have no idea what it's like to be so horny around you but this little scene tells me you damn sure do."
Whining like the needy slut you are you open your legs wide and hold your pussy open for him as you watch him strip out of his gear and costume. He crawls up on the bed once he's fully naked and leans over to take a long lick over your open pussy. He hums satisfied with the taste and your wetness before positions you into a mating press. He pushes the first few inches of his thick cock into you slowly. But slow isn't what you want so you reach up and hold onto his shoulders, using what you learned in a yoga class you clench down on his cock hard. The next thing you know one of his hands is on your throat and he's slamming forward, bottoming out, stretching you farther than any of your toys ever have.
He pounds into your quivering hole with a ferocity that you had never know. Each thrust was hard but calculated, hitting every pleasure spot you had multiple times. The man was learning them all and immediately using them against you. You began to cry,too overstimulated to do anything but cry and take more. He was growling and panting as he worked you over like a champ. He leaned down and whispered in your ear.
"Cum for me right now you little slut. Matter of fact I've been wanting to give the brat a sibling. Take my fucking cum like a good girl and make me a daddy again."
If not for him kissing you right at that moment the shriek that left your throat as you came would have woken the whole neighborhood. The tremors that went through your pussy as you orgasmed sent Katsuki over the edge. He came deep inside you for a few long moments before finally releasing your legs and laying on top of you, cock plugging his cum from running out.
" seeing as you almost killed me with this sweet pussy I'm gonna expect you to be moved in here by the end of the month. Also I wanna see you in more of my merch to make me a list and I'll get everything."
@hanji-is-life @sugarspiceanddynamight @cupcake-rogue
Hot & steamy...ΰ² ΩΝ ΰ²
breeding kink with leon bc :3 i love him
also um working on a theme but i am pretty busy these days yk. iβll try to post more sorry about that!! its friday now so :3 itβs more of a short drabble to get myself back into writing
no warnings, fem!reader, lots lots of cum bc i love breeding kink. and size kink btw
Leon didnβt think of himself as a family man. quite the opposite, he never thought of starting a family. but.
the thought of filling you up with his cum switches something in Leonβs mind at the sight of you full of cum. itβs primal, almost.
sometimes, after a long mission, he just puts you in mating press, legs on his shoulders, pressing them to your chest. you feel hazy, head empty with how well heβs filling you up. his hands are holding yours so tight in a protective grip, fingers twined with yours, his head buried in your shoulder as he fucks you in missionary. Leon loves missionary because he can kiss your pretty face, be close to you, put his head on your chest and suck on your breasts. Leon always knows how to make you feel good, with his cock pistoning in and out of you at a ruthless pace.
βFuck, gonna fill you up, knock you up yeah? youβd look so pretty with a swelled belly.β he speaks to you with that hot, breathy tone, making your heart flutter at the mere thought, too. Leonβs voice is something that never fails to arouse you further.
Leonβs going on autopilot at one point. just pure desire to stuff you full, breed you until youβre filled to the brim. he pulls you into a deep kiss, arching his hips to massage your cervix. he makes sure to not go too rough though, to not squish you under his weight since heβs so big compared to you. his hand moves from yours to rest on your belly, gently pressing it to feel his cock sliding in and out of you, feeling the bulge thatβs forming on your lower abdomen. fuck he swears heβs about to cum just from feeling this.
βGonna stuff my cum in you, goddamn, youβre so pretty, love you so fucking much, taking my cock so good.β he pants out, pulling you into a deep kiss and taking your hand in his again. to Leon, holding hands during sex is a habit. he always does it, needs to feel you, touch you, reassure you this way.
he feels you squeezing him so well, his fat cock making you see stars and eyes roll back. he feels proud of himself whenever youβre like this, itβs just so damn hot. heβs swelling inside you, his length throbbing as heβs reaching his edge. heβs rubbing your clit, fingering you so you cum before him. he always makes sure you cum before him, and if he does cum faster, he makes up for it with his mouth, fingers or just pumps into you until you cum.
only when you cum, heβs thinking about himself. he bursts his white seed into your warmth, emptying his balls deep in your guts. he pulls out of you after a moment, just admiring the sight of his cum leaking out of you. he pushes it back with his fingers, making sure everything stays inside before pulling you into his arms, kissing your forehead.
βYouβre killing me, baby. Love you so much.β he whispers into your ear, nuzzling his cheek against yours.
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Mirror, Mirror On The Wall
Requested by @oligbia
Warning : Heavy! Smut, Slight Dacryphilia, Slight Degradation, Praise Kink, Overstimulation, Hair Pulling, Size Kink, Mirror Sex, Slight Fluff (ending)
Pairing : Mirio x f!Reader !characters are aged up!
WC: 1K
a/n: Clearly got carried away with this one. Thanks to the lovely Liv for the request, had tons of fun writing it. Forgive any mistakes, lmao. Hope you enjoy it too! Requests are open
"Look how pretty you are, baby" Mirio coos as he bunches your hair in his hand, tugging your head upwards so you could look at the mirror. Look at the way the man almost twice your size was pounding into you, the way your breasts jiggled with every thrust of his, how flushed both of you were and how desperate you looked, knees and elbows bruised and wobbling due to rubbing against the covers so much.
"Such a slutty baby, gushing all over my cock" he chuckles before using his hand to reach over and grab your jaw, pushing his index and middle finger deep into your mouth, gagging you and forcing your mouth open, drool seeping out as his thrusts slow to rhythmic, determined ones, giving you a second of leisure to comprehend what he was saying
His fingers coat themselves in your saliva before letting your hair fall over your face, hand reaching around to your chest before pulling you back into him, back flush against his chest, giving you a seat on his thighs. Your head rests against his shoulder, eyes lazily glancing at your reflection in the mirror, body in full view as Mirio spoke
"Watch"
His wet fingers made their way to your folds, rubbing just above where his cock entered you, grazing against your sensitive clit, earning a few whimpers from you before grinding into you, fingers spreading your sticky folds to show you how his cock moves inside you
"Please.. Mirio.." you beg, wanting your release desperately as you hear a small laugh before a gasp escaped you. His fingers were now concentrated on your clit, rubbing gentle circles before picking up the pace, with both his fingers and cock, sending you into a plethora of pleasure, mind numbing at the feeling, hot tears pricking at your eyes
It just felt so good
"If you ask so nicely.. Who am I to say no?" His teeth on your earlobe as he nibbles gently, the position letting him fuck deeper into you
"Be a good girl and cum for me, will you do that? Will you be a good girl?" He asks, breathing labored, watching your tears cascade over your cheeks as you manage to frantically nod before clamping down hard on him, hands wrapped around his neck before pulling him into a kiss, moaning into his mouth as your orgasm crashed down on you, body shaking due to the intensity as he holds you close, helping you ride it out with slight touches to your core and gentle words
"That's my girl" he says and peppers your cheek with kisses, before laying back, pulling you into a full Nelson
"I want you to watch, baby, watch how you squeeze around my cock. Can you do that for me? Hold yourself open" he instructs and you nod softly, still out of it due to your first orgasm, blindly following his instructions, fingers dipping down to open your folds, a slight whimper leaving you as you see Mirio's cock stuffed in you
"Good job, baby" he says before resting his hands on your hips, one thrust of his hips bringing you back to Earth as he fucks into you like a starved man, your walls hugging onto him and refusing to let go, slight whimpers falling from you
"Mirio..too much" you whine, eyes finding his through the mirror
"You can do it, baby. Just a little longer, such a sweet girl, aren't you?" he says, flashing a quick grin as you nod slightly as his hand moves to your breasts, kneading and slapping them
You cry out, in pleasure and overstimulation as your hand reaches to hold onto his hair, not letting your eyes fall away from your reflection on the mirror, because you were a good girl and good girls listen to their boyfriend
Mirio's eyes drifted back to the mirror and the sight could have made him cum, it was so hot. The view of you, spread open for him, wetness coating his thighs and dripping onto the bed, your face and chest flushed red, hair sticking to your forehead but still trying your hardest to keep your eyes open to watch him as he broke you apart, fucking your cunt into the shape of his cock, the pleasure visible in your eyes and the way your lips never met for more than a second as he coaxed all the lewd noises he possibly could from you
Your free hand snaked down to grab Mirio's, bringing his hand to your cunt, silently begging him to touch you, earning an amused chuckle by him. The high from the pleasure had you racing for the next climax, the knots in your abdomen painfully taut. Usually he'd demand you use your words but he was feeling especially lenient right now
His fingers rubbed and circled your swollen clit, flicking and pinching just the way you liked it, fingers playing around your wet walls and hood, his cock rubbing against all your favorite spots in a way that had your legs shaking and heart rushing
"Oh, is my baby going to cum? Watch yourself cum" he says as he speeds up slightly, all the spasming around his dick pushing him closer to his edge, you sobbing in pleasure and chanting his name out in strings didn't help his case as you grabbed his hand and held onto it tight making Mirio growl into your ear
"Cum baby, cum all over me fuck! fucking cum" he commands as your mind goes white, falling over the edge hard, body spasming slightly as he shoots his release into you, stuffing you full.
"This cunt is all mine, you're all mine now, fuck"
His gentle thrusts bring you down from your second high, the room filled with heavy breathing and lewd squelching. Supporting himself on his elbows he smiled at your worn out form, holding onto him tightly, breathing finally calmed. Leaning into you, he pressed a soft kiss against your lips
"You were such a good girl for me. So good. I'm so lucky to have you baby girl" he whispers as he presses another kiss to your temple, a small smile playing on your lips at the compliments
"I love you, sunshine"
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