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warnings: age difference, quirk play, swearing, NSFW, breeding kink, daddy kink… just, nasty shit You know what they say: Fuck his dad.

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Maybe We’re Not Meant To Be

Alpha Izuku x Omega Reader

Warning: Sexual Content Below

Word Count: 3.9K

Two years of dating Izuku was no easy task. As sweet as the man is, he often blundered when it came to the love life (or the lack thereof) the two of you shared. No one questions his devotion to you. You’re cold? Midoriya will give you the shirt off his back. You’re hungry? Midoriya runs to the nearest store to grab you something (he doesn’t care if it’s miles away). Two years of dating the most considerate person in the world yet, you selfishly yearned for more.

A mating mark; a silent reminder to onlookers that you were taken by one of the most eligible alphas in Japan. You wanted your skin to be marred by his long fangs and you wanted to leave your own mark on him. But after two years of waiting, it felt as though maybe he didn’t want to mark you. 

‘Maybe we’re not meant to be.’

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Don’t Sit Under The Apple Tree (With Anyone Else But Me) - Chapter 4

Chapter Summary: You and Steve go to the Hydra base to save the captured platoon. Warnings: Period typical sexism, Gore, Threats of Non Con CHAPTER 4: Defend American Freedom! It’s Everybody’s Job!

The second you got on Howard Stark’s plane you realised you hated heights with a passion. You were looking down at the ground thousands of feet below you and you felt ill.

Steve was chatting with Peggy about the mission around Krausberg and messing around with his Captain America shield. You don’t know how he was so calm when you felt like a bowl of Jell-o.

“You ok, Missy?” Steve asks, noticing your green face.

“Swell,” you mumble. “I’ll be fine when I’m on firm soil.”

“Chin up,” Peggy smiles warmly at you. “We’re nearly there.”

You take a deep breath and look out of the window again. Maybe if you concentrated on the landscape you would feel less sick. The rolling greenery underneath you was extremely marred with the gouges of trench warfare. You felt quite sad at seeing how much the war had ripped apart Europe. This country must have been beautiful once upon a time.

Steve broke you out of your reverie with his awkward stammering.

“Do you fondue?” he stuttered, looking from Peggy to Howard.

Oh gosh, he thought they were trying to go steady….

Stevie you couldn’t be more wrong.

Peggy just gives you an exasperated look and you have to stifle your giggle. Steve was one dime short of a dollar sometimes.

“Here is your transponder. Activate it when you’re ready and we’ll find you,” she says, giving you a gizmo which you stash in your knapsack.

Before you know it, Steve is grabbing your arm and pulling you to the door of the plane.

“What in the Sam heck are you doing?!” you cry.

Steve ignores you and turns to Peggy, “The second we’re out, turn this plane around and get out.”

“I’m sorry?” Peggy says in surprise. “You can’t give me orders!”

“The hell I can’t, I’m a Captain,” Steve smiles. “And Missy’s a Sergeant.”

Without a word he pulled you out of the plane and you’re not ashamed to say you screamed like Fay Wray in King Kong the entire way down. You were sure you were going to smash onto the mountainside and die but you were mildly surprised when Steve wound an arm around you and grabbed onto a fast approaching tree, slowing your descent as the branch bended. When you finally touched the ground, you sank onto the grass and had to take in several shaky breaths.

“Missy?” Steve says in concern.

“I’m alright,” you say, scrambling to your feet and trying to regain some of your dignity back.

You look up to see Steve flashing you the widest amused grin you’d ever seen on him.

“You got a set of lungs on you, you know that?” he laughs.

“Can it, Rogers,” you hiss, brushing off your Lady Liberty suit. “You ever tell anyone about that I swear you’ll be wearing that goddamn smile on the side of your goddamn face.”

“Such terrible language from a dame,” Steve smiles. “Come on, Missy. We’ve got people to save.”

“Yes, Captain,” you say sarcastically before moving forward through the woods.

The both of you sneak forward until you hit the road. When an armoured vehicle arrives, you hurriedly duck down but Steve just jumps into the back of it and knocks out two guards.

Since when did he get so brave?!

You leap in after him and hide yourself under some tarpaulin whilst Steve drives into the Hydra base.

“I’ll distract them, you get in and find the men,” Steve whispers to you once you’re inside the confines of the compound.

“Be safe, Stevie,” you whisper back.

You sneak out from under the tarpaulin and ensconce yourself behind a truck as you wait for guards to go past. Your heart is hammering wildly as the adrenalin takes over and you sprint like the wind into the compound, diving behind a set of pipes and shimmying up to the catwalk above. 

Holy cow, you can move so quickly since the serum! Even climbing was little effort.

You stalk over the grated walkway until you’re over a bunch of cages with soldiers in that you presume to be the missing platoon.

“Howdy guys,” you say, smiling at them.

“Sweet Jesus!” one of the men catcalls. “Hey darling, you look mighty fine. Have the Fritz decided to give us a gift?”

“It’s your lucky day, boys,” you say, jumping down into the area. “I’m here to save your asses.”

“A dame?” another man scoffs. “Geez, the army must be shit outta luck if they’re sending women after us.”

“You hold your goddamn tongue,” you spit before wrenching the cell door open so hard the lock splinters into pieces.

“Well holy shit,” the man breathes. “I take it all back, sweetheart.”

Steve catches up to you, noticing the stunned faces of the soldiers who haven’t made a single move to get out of their prison.

“Just who the hell are you guys supposed to be?” another guy calls.

“Captain America,” Steve replies, busting another cell open. “And this is Lady Liberty. I wouldn’t give her any sass now. She’s got a fierce right hook.”

“Does she have a fierce kiss too?” an unfortunate soldier pipes up.

Steve grabs the guy by the scruff of his shirt and bodily throws him out of the cell. All of his fellow platoon members start snickering.

“You say anything like that again and you’ll have her to deal with,” Steve growls. “And she hits harder than I do.”

“Woah, alright buddy,” the soldier says.

“Now….we’re looking for James Barnes,” you interrupt before the situation gets too ugly and you draw attention to yourself.

“There’s an isolation ward in the factory but no one’s ever come back from it,” a guy offers.

“All right. The tree line is Northwest, 80 yards past the gate. Get out fast and give ‘em hell. I’ll meet you guys in the clearing with anybody else I find,” Steve orders. “Come on Missy, let’s scram.”

The both of you race on and you hear the sound of explosions behind you as the ground rumbles beneath your feet. You don’t find any more soldiers along the way but you knock out a few Hydra guards which makes you feel a little better.

“Missy look!” Steve hisses quietly and you see someone who’s obviously high up in the chain of command racing away with a briefcase.

You’re about to run after him when a voice makes you stop dead in your tracks.

“Sergeant 32557…”

“Bucky,” you breath and Steve’s head whips round.

“What did you say?” he almost whispers.

“I heard Bucky,” you murmur and walk almost like you’re in a trance towards the voice.

“Sergeant 32557….”

You move into an experiment room and you see him. Your heart stops completely as you take in his state. He’s strapped to a gurney and muttering intensely to himself.

Oh Buck…

Within mere seconds you’re by his side and Steve is not far behind you.

“Hi doll,” Bucky grins at you with an almost delirious expression. “Damn, have I died? I gotta be in heaven to have a gal this pretty staring at me.”

You’re not great at hiding your furious blush. You rationalise it by thinking that Buck’s state of mind was not grand right now. He would say anything, it didn’t mean anything.

“Oh my god, Bucky, what the hell did they do?!” Steve says, starting to unbuckle the straps.

“Steve?” Bucky says in surprise.

“Yeah it’s me, Buck. God, I thought you were dead.”

Steve manages to unlash the last leather belt and pulls Bucky to his feet. It’s now you notice exactly how tall Steve has gotten. He practically towers over your friend now.

“I thought you were smaller,” Bucky says, not really comprehending the change in Steve.

“We need to go,” Steve urges.

“What happened?”

“I joined the army,” Steve smiles. “So did Missy.”

He nods to you and you’ve never seen Bucky so flustered.

“That’s Missy?! Steve, you gotta stop pulling my leg, you punk,” Bucky shakes his head furiously.

“It really is me, Buck,” you smile. “You look like shit.”

“Well holy hell, that is you isn’t it?” Bucky’s eyes widen as he catches your familiar cuss words. “Goddamn, doll…”

“Close your mouth, Sergeant Barnes,” Steve chuckles in amusement. “We’ve got places to be.”

“But…I mean….wow,” Bucky stammers, his ladykiller demeanour completely gone as he can’t seem to believe the sight before him.

“Buck, come on,” Steve sighs, pulling him out. “Missy, you too.”

A large explosion within the factory shocks you to your senses. There’s no time to revel in the fact you found your friend again. This whole place was going to go up like the Fourth of July.

All of you start rushing towards the catwalk again, haring down as your feet slam onto the metallic floor, sending harsh echoes around the compound. You feel elated, you feel vindicated even. You couldn’t wait to rub this in Colonel Philips’ face. Bucky was alive and he was unharmed.

The sight of two Nazi officers to the side of you makes you skid to a grinding halt.

Oh damn, they look important. Maybe this is a good opportunity.

“It’s Schmidt,” Bucky whispers in your ear.

So this was Johann Schmidt, the man Erskine had warned you about. He certainly didn’t look that strong but you shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover. He definitely gave off an air of dangerousness mixed in with some maniacal fanaticism. You didn’t have to be a psychological expert to know this man was very unhinged and that was all but confirmed for you when his face split into the most terrifying smile you’d ever seen.

“Captain America! How exciting! I’m a great fan of your films. So Dr. Erskine managed it after all. Not exactly an improvement, but still impressive. Oh and you brought your sweetheart along with you. Miss Liberty, or shall I address you as Lady?”

“You can address my fist if you want to,” you hiss.

Schmidt chuckles to himself, the sound reverberating in his chest, “And this is why Erskine was a fool. Women have no place in war. You are the weaker sex and always will be. I shall greatly enjoy showing you your place in this world, Miss Liberty.”

Your anger took over as you stepped forward so you were almost nose to nose with the madman before you delivered a punch so hard it knocked him back across the gangway.

“Allow me to show you yours first,” you say, mockingly courtesying.

“You’ve got no idea what we’re capable of,” Steve says, coming to stand next to you and the two of you form a barrier, shielding Bucky away from the fight.

“Haven’t I?” Schmidt smiles before he launches himself at Steve who brings his shield up just in time to deflect the man.

The trade of blows is vicious. You don’t have a shield like Steve does so you have to duck like a boxer as Schmidt’s fist comes barrelling towards you. The kick you deliver to his stomach in retaliation winds him momentarily but you’re not fast enough to get away as he grips your suit, flinging you back. 

You go flying over the railing and wildly grab onto the walkway. You pretty much almost let go in pure fear as you looked down at the raging fire of explosions beneath you.

God I really really hate heights.

“Missy?!” Steve calls for you, ready to turn around and save you but Bucky scrambles to the edge of the gangway.

“I got her, Stevie, keep fighting!” he yells as he pulls you back up with great effort. “Holy cow, doll, you got heavy!”

“Ain’t nobody teach you manners, Barnes?” you fire back. “It’s rude to say that about a lady.”

“Darlin’, you ain’t no lady,” Bucky grunts as he manages to get you back over the railings.

“I thought you liked that about me,” you joke as you stumble back to your feet, warily looking towards Steve who seemed to be handling Schmidt quite well.

“Sure do, sweetheart,” Bucky laughs. “Now go help Steve. Somehow I don’t think I’m gonna be useful here.”

“Just stay and look pretty,” you smirk before running towards the two grappling men and leaping with the ease of an acrobat over the brawl and landing behind Schmidt, kicking him fiercely in the back of the head.

There’s the sound of grinding gears as Schmidt’s partner starts retracting the walkway and a gap forms between Steve and Schmidt. Oh holy hell, you were definitely on the wrong side right now but Schmidt seemed to be blocking your route back.

“No matter what lies Erskine told you, you see I was his greatest success! You are deluded, Captain. You pretend to be a simple soldier, but in reality you are just afraid to admit that we have left humanity behind. Unlike you, I embrace it proudly. Without fear!” Schmidt monologues before peeling his goddamn face off.

You’d never seen something as grotesque as the display before you. It was almost like Schmidt was ripping his skin off down to the muscle tissue and bone. It glistened slightly like wet leather and you really wanted to hurl about now.

“Then why don’t you fight me if you’re without fear?” Steve shouts back, flicking his eyes to you, trying to say something silently.

“Because I have other plans, Captain,” Schmidt smiles before you hear the click of a gun behind your head and turn to see Zola holding a revolver tightly. “Erskine may have been a fool to use the serum on a woman but it presents interesting opportunities, no? Imagine the child of a super soldier pairing! The possibilities! An army of pure strength, of pure power, the next generation and the new dawn!”

“You come near me like that and you’ll regret it,” you spit, mentally trying to calculate how you could get out of this.

“You are not of Aryan blood but I will make an exception for you,” Schmidt chuckles horribly. “This is not to say you’re displeasing Miss Liberty. On the contrary, you are a fine example of womanhood and I shall breed fine heirs with you.”

“The hell you will!” Bucky growls from across the gangway. “You touch her, you’re dead! You hear me!”

“Gentleman, I grow weary of this talk so I will bid you farewell. I should thank you for the wonderful gift you have given me,” Schmidt says, turning on his heel before he holds his own gun to you. “Now walk.”

There’s nothing you can do. You have two guns trained on you and no hope of dodging the bullet. You may be faster but you’re not that fast.

“We’ll find you, Missy!” Steve calls, panic evident in his face.

“And we ain’t gonna stop until we do!” Bucky yells.

Schmidt just laughs to himself as he escorts you into an elevator and you take one last look at your friends before the doors close.

“Understand this is nothing personal,” Schmidt says, taking a lock of your hair and inhaling the scent in way that makes your skin crawl. “Those enhanced by the serum shall be the gods of the new world. I am giving you a grand opportunity, despite your….American heritage. Do not reject this in haste. You shall be Eve to all.”

“Never gonna happen,” you growl, stepping as far back as you can, away from the two Nazis.

Schmidt’s face changes and you know you’ve annoyed the heck out of him, “Foolish girl! If you do not willingly give yourself, you will be taken by force. I told you I would put you in your place and I have extended more than enough courtesy to you but I have little patience for a woman’s hysteria.”

“I’ll rip the rest of your goddamn skin off if you try,” you snarl.

Schmidt tuts at you before turning to Zola, “And this is why the Americans need to be brought to their knees. Their women are lax in morals, swear like common soldiers and practise violence.”

“Quite,” Zola nods, almost fervently.

The lift stops and the doors open to a one man plane. You’re very confused for a second before Schmidt tosses some car keys towards Zola, “Not a scratch, Doctor. Make sure our guest is adequately restrained beforehand.”

You get the impression Zola’s just as perplexed as you are as you both watch Schmidt get into the plane and take off. Not a moment before Zola regained his composure, you socked him straight in the face. Unfortunately for you, his finger closed around the trigger of his revolver and the gun went off, sending a bullet punching into your shoulder.

There were not enough cuss words to adequately describe the pain you felt as the bullet tore deep into your muscles but you weren’t going to waste your chance. You ran to the edge of the platform, not daring to linger for too long in case you chickened out and you just leapt into the unknown.

The ground came rushing towards you faster than you expected but luckily for you, a Hydra guard broke your fall as you crash landed on top of him, breaking his neck in the process.

That wasn’t so bad.

You sprinted across the exploding compound, dodging pieces of shrapnel being flung from the factory innards. You wanted to be in the war, well you certainly got your wish. 

As you take out Hydra guards left right and centre, you scoop up their ident tags and place them in your knapsack. Your fighting is fierce as you’re of one singular mind. You just want to get back to Steve and Bucky.

The blood from your own wound is beginning to be outdone by the blood spray of the men you kill. Your Lady Liberty suit is completely stained and ripped in places. You look like one of the monsters in a silent film. Maybe you are at this point. After all, these men are just like the soldiers in the US army, following orders. You’re pretty sure not all of them believe Schmidt’s mad ideas.

As you break past the final barrier of the compound, a last explosion rocks the factory and the structure crumples into melting metal and flames. It’s almost strangely hypnotic in a way.

You grab one of the motorbikes that’s sat outside and turn it on, racing off into the night.

**

It takes you a long time to return to the US camp. Your motorbike ran out of fuel a while ago so you’ve been walking the rest of the way since. The transponder had also ended up getting smashed to pieces when you jumped off the roof so that was a no go either.

The bullet hole in your shoulder has long since closed and you’d marvelled at how your skin pushed out of bullet and had knitted itself back together. You guessed this was an effect of the serum.

You get water from the rivers, eat fruit from wild trees and sadly have to hunt a rabbit or two but eventually the familiar tents and the sound of singing assaults your senses.

You stride into the base without a goddamn care in the world, despite the many shocked looks you get. Two lines start forming around you and the sound of clapping starts.

Immediately the Colonel comes out of his tent to see what the noise was followed by Peggy and finally your two boys.

“Missy?!” Steve almost screams as he runs towards you but stops a few feet away as he takes in the sheer amount of blood splattered all over you.

“Sergeant,” the Colonel says, striding towards you also. “I’d just sent off your death report to your daddy. You’d better start explaining yourself.”

You take off the knapsack and pour out the many many ident tags onto the dirt in front of you.

“How’s that for a chorus girl?” you challenge. “Happy to report that Hydra’s army is a bit low on force right now.”

“Well I’ll be damned,” Colonel Philips mutters.

“So I’ll take that disciplinary with pride, sir,” you say, standing up straight.

“That won’t be necessary, Missy,” the Colonel smirks. “Welcome back, Lady Liberty. Keep that torch shining or I might change my mind.”

“Yes, sir,” you grin and look around you to the smiling soldiers. “Now will somebody get me a goddamn drink? I just walked all the way from Krausberg and I’m mighty thirsty.”

That set everyone off into roaring laughter and cheers erupted around you as the troops clapped you on the back and shook your hand. You swelled with pride at having been accepted as one of them. You’d made it. You were officially a soldier, not just a title in a damned spandex suit.

Steve closed the distance and hugged you tightly, “God Missy, I was worried. I was just planning your rescue mission.”

“Looks like I can take care of myself,” you snort.

Steve breaks away and ruffles your hair before realising how much blood was still matted in it and he grimaces slightly, “You need a bath.”

“I would love nothing better,” you giggle.

Steve breaks away and Bucky looks at you, almost shyly before hugging you too. He surprises you with how tightly he’s holding on.

“Ain’t nothing killing you, huh sweetcheeks?” he chuckles.

“Not today, Buck,” you reply, savouring the moment. “Had to stay alive just so I could kick your goddamn ass for getting yourself captured.”

“Oh come on,” Bucky huffs, pulling away. “Give a guy a break!”

“Alright, just this once but only because I’m happy to see ya,” you smile which Bucky returns wholeheartedly.

“Glad to see ya too, doll. Now Stevie’s right, you need to wash up. Can barely see you under all that Fritz blood.”

“You can’t order me around, Barnes,” you stick your tongue out childishly. “We’re the same rank. Get used it.”

With that you walk past them both, heading towards the communal washroom.

As you leave, you can swear you hear Steve mutter to Bucky 'Well just ask her’. You wonder what that’s all about but as soon as you’re sinking into some hot water, you don’t really care. Right now you were just glad to be back and you were glad you were back with your friends.

Authors note: I write most of my reader inserts as badasses but this one is one of my favourites

Not for long... hehe

just found out that shindo has a gf </3

Unpredictable (Nighteye X Reader X Mirio) NSFW

Summary: Even with his Foresight, Mirai doesn’t predict having a threesome with his old mentee and said mentee’s new girlfriend. He isn’t upset about it, though. Some things are better left as a surprise.

Pairing: Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye) X fem!reader X Mirio Togata Word Count: ~ 7.3K Warnings: spoilers for season 4 (but everybody lives), swearing, graphic sex, threesome, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, squirting, spitroasting, no condom, spitting, improper use of Quirk Author’s Note: Y’all pray for me. This is definitely the most explicit thing I’ve ever written. So much sinning involved, good god. After reading this, make me feel better about my disgusting self.  ~

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Starcrossed (Dabi x Reader)

[Summary: Being a hero makes dating a little hard. Most heroes either don’t do committed relationships or end up in pretty forced, unhealthy ones. You figured you’d be alone until you either died or retired until you fell in love with a villain.

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol mention, injuries, blood, knives, Endeavor, not canon]

It was a pretty boring day when you met him, to be honest. A regular patrol. You were on your own since your agency was still pretty small and you only had two sidekicks, who you didn’t want to be alone on the streets. You were a bit protective of them. You were a relatively young hero, but you knew that you could hold your own. You trusted them, but they were still just sidekicks. They were your responsibility, and you took that pretty seriously.

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