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Surrender by dragonspell
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
09 Jul 2021
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Red Riot, who just so happens to be an alpha--the alpha that’s been the star of all of Katsuki’s wet dreams since he was fucking fifteen years old--ended up patroling the same side of the city as a villain whose quirk makes alphas lose their minds: it’s such a damn coincidence that Katsuki would laugh if he wasn’t so pissed off. And unbelievably horny.
This isn’t how Katsuki wanted it to go down, but he’s made his peace with it.
(Or Omega Bakugou takes on Feral alpha Kirishima)
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Nero’s a junkie in need of a fix. He’s already shaking with the need to get his hands on V’s skin—pathetic yet undeniable. He can’t stop the tremble. He’s already tried. “Touch me,” V whispers and brings Nero’s human hand up to rest against his tattooed chest. Nero’s breath catches in his throat as he does as requested, molding his palm over the smooth planes of V’s body. He can never seem to get enough air, like somehow it’s all been sucked out of the room by the void of need that exists inside of Nero whenever V’s around.
(Or an excuse to write Nero/V porn)(TW for incest kinda, sort of because spoiler)
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A male omega is said to bring good fortune. A blessing from on high, male omegas are the rarest of all the genders, and the birth of one in the family is a sign of favor from the gods. As long as the omega is well cared for and happy, the family that he belongs to will prosper greatly throughout his life. Hanzo has never felt particularly lucky.
(Or, if Hanzo had been born as an omega in a traditional family. Eventual McHanzo. Some sexual abuse and a warning for slight incest (drunk, mistaken identity). Also, anatomy fuckery abounds, with male omegas having parts of both sexes)
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Hanzo reaches out a clawed hand, each finger the size of one of Jesse’s arms, and gently pulls Jesse back towards him. Jesse lets himself lean against Hanzo’s body, feeling like a mouse pressing against a mountain lion. Hanzo rolls so that his blue belly is even more prominently exposed, leaving himself vulnerable if a dragon could ever be such a thing and it makes some things a little more obvious, namely the dark blue region of Hanzo’s underbelly that Jesse’s become intimately acquainted with lately. Jesse’s well aware that Hanzo’s staring directly at him, eyes studying Jesse’s every move, and Jesse thinks that he should probably say something right about now but nothing seems to come to mind. It’s hard to think when all of your blood is pooling directly south of where your belt should be if you had one. “I...am in heat,” Hanzo says. “I need you to...do anything.”
(Or, a sequel to Worthy. After escaping together, Dragon!Hanzo is still in heat and needs human form!Jesse to help him out--anyway he can. Like the previous fic, the xenophilia is strong in this one.)
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- Part 2 of Worthy
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The jewels and pretty clothes are getting snapped up fast, but that’s not what Jesse’s after. His clothes are good enough and he ain’t got no one to impress like some of the others, no sweetheart to be appreciative of a pretty thing. Money, too, he’s good with. He’s got enough squirreled away for that mythical rainy day. No, Jesse’s thinking more along the lines of a pretty face and warm skin.
Jesse’s pick is not the prettiest of the bunch—that one got snapped up eight rounds ago—but he’s not exactly hard on the eyes, either. In fact, he’s downright gorgeous, to be completely honest. Shiny black hair falling to about mid-back, pretty eyes trained on the floor because he’s too smart to make eye contact, and there’s definitely some bulk under that slick suit of his. More than looks, though, there’s something captivating about him. This one, he’s like that moment before the storm comes crashing down on you, all still-like until you’re least expecting it, then boom, you’re done for before you know it. Jesse likes that.
(Or Deadlock McCree takes his share of the gang's haul. NON-CON)
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The first time that Vegeta crawls into Kakarot’s bed, it is in sheer self-defense.
(Or Vegeta resorts to desperate measures to gain some peace and shut Goku up in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.)
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Goku laughs and rubs the back of his head, channeling some of the nervousness that springs up inside of him as he floats out towards Vegeta. He needs to be airborne to be eye-to-eye with Vegeta now and that’s a bit weird for him. “I came to see you,” he says. It’s been awhile since they’ve done this—years, even—but Goku is still hoping that it is an option. There is something about Vegeta that forces Goku to notice him—to want him.
It’s probably a Saiyan thing.
Vegeta shakes his head and turns back to Goku with a snarl. “A couple of things have changed since then.” His hand forms a fist in the front of Goku’s clothes and he drags Goku in close so that they are nose to nose. “Or have you forgotten?” He discards Goku like an unwanted shirt, tossing his small body over a shoulder.
Goku looks down at himself, at the tiny body that is a quarter of the size it used to be—that it needs to be, and for only the third time since the wish, resents it. “Oh,” he says as understanding dawns. “That.”
“Yes, that, you preposterous dunce. You have forgotten, haven’t—”
Luckily, Goku has a solution for that particular problem.
(Or, an excuse for SSJ4 porn. Set during GT)
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He and Dante have found a solution to V’s draining strength, but they both know that it is only temporary—just like everything else in this world, Dante supposes. Some more than most. See, thing is, V has almost bit it once or twice already and they haven’t even made it to the big showdown yet. He’d crumpled in Dante’s office just laying out the play by play which is how they stumbled into their little solution. Because the moment that Dante had touched V, V had looked up at him like he was salvation given flesh and dragged him down for a desperate, soul-sucking kiss. Damn near literally. Dante had gotten the feeling that V was trying hard to borrow a part of Dante’s soul to make up for the loss of his own. That kiss had been something else. Dante’s eyes had been wide open going into this whole arrangement and he hadn’t been exactly unhappy about it. Bemused, maybe, because, yeah, V’s a different person, but he’s still technically a part of Dante’s twin brother. In the end, however, Dante figures that, hey, he’s done weirder things.
(Or an excuse for Dante/V porn. Dante helps "charge" V).
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“Princess Trunks...” Trunks’s stomach turned with the sickeningly sweet tone coating Broly’s rough growl.
He turned and pointed as if sheer force of will would keep Broly where he was. “No!” Trunks yelled. “No! You stay right there!”
Broly grinned and took a deliberate step towards Trunks. Trunks mirrored the motion in reverse, taking a step back. Broly moved again and so did Trunks, continuing a slow, stupid dance until Trunks’s back was against a wall. Broly’s grin widened and Trunks’s balls tried to climb up into his throat.
Or the Broly x Trunks scene that never happened in Dragon Ball Z Abridged (this uses their DBZ Abridged personalities). Warning for rape and not dealing with the consequences of that.
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“You sure are pretty,” Jesse purrs to the man in front of him. In the darkened room, the man smiles back and starts undoing the top buttons of his shirt to give Jesse a peek at his beautifully muscled chest and an intricate tattoo swirling across his skin. Sometimes, Jesse really loves his job. He really, really does. Most of the time, Jesse’s job is a real shitshow, filled with all sorts of unsavory things like back alley shoot outs and secret assassinations—a whole lot of pain and blood—but sometimes, Jesse gets to do things like seduce the gorgeous oldest son of a mob boss. And Lord Almighty is the man beautiful.
(Or, Jesse seduces the oldest Shimada heir as an assignment. Too bad he forgets that the Shimada brothers are inseparable. Mostly McHanzo with minor McGenji)
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A few short weeks ago, Steve would never have guessed in a million years that he would find himself here, watching Billy Hargrove fight back the urge to come just because Steve’s inside him. The thought would have been ludicrous; the idea of Billy in Steve’s bed absurd. And yet here they are, Billy pretending that he’s on a date with some girl while parking a few blocks down from Steve’s house. When Steve’s parents are home, he sneaks in through the window, but tonight, he'd used the front door.
(Or, a flimsy excuse to write Harringrove porn)
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Some assume that the desert is barren and empty, lacking in life, but it is not. There is life everywhere one cares to look, provided that you know what you’re looking for. Jesse McCree has spent most of his life in the desert. He knows where to look. He knows that the desert will be a sanctuary for him until the end of his days. The desert, however, has got nothing on the ocean, because it’s the ocean that has Hanzo and since Hanzo owns Jesse’s heart, there’s no way that Jesse’s ever leaving the ocean again. Sprawled across the sand, putting himself on display, Hanzo smiles at Jesse—white teeth and soft lips and that pretty face of his. Hanzo’s hair is partly done up by a seashell, while the rest splashes across his bare shoulders, still wet from the water. Water clings to Hanzo’s skin, glazing the work of art that is his chest and making the ink that spreads down his arm fairly sparkle in the sun. Hanzo beckons Jesse closer with a hand before running his fingers seductively over the scales that start at his waist and flirting with little flips of his long tail, the gossamer fins folding over the sand and trailing back into the path of the gently lapping waves.
(Or, a pwp McHanzo with merman!Hanzo)
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Hanzo doesn’t disappoint. He comes into the room with nothing but a robe on, patting a towel against his wet hair as it drips over his shoulders. He stops and looks at Jesse with those pretty brown eyes asking a silent question and Jesse’s seen pornos that have started with less innuendo. The robe technically covers the naughty bits, but how it wraps around ‘em is just damn indecent, and it stops at the knee, leaving Hanzo’s lower legs on full display. Jesse whistles, dragging his eyes appreciatively up and down Hanzo’s body, before getting stuck on the smooth taper of his legs into his ankles and the flare of his feet. He’s staring, he knows, but it ain’t his fault. Hanzo’s got the prettiest ankles and the cutest feet that Jesse’s ever seen and Jesse just wants to touch them.
(Or, Jesse runs to Hanzo for a little bit of comfort and finds it. Part 3 of the foot fetish mchanzo that no one asked for)
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- Part 3 of Dealmaking
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The new recruit is on base for 6 days before Jesse finds out. He was out on a mission when the man came in and it seems like nobody tells him anything anymore. At first, Jesse just nods and slowly sips his coffee while sitting at the table in the morning. He takes a long swallow as people talk back and forth about how the man just showed up one day, more interested in the coffee than anything, and blurrily nods along as Reinhardt booms about how great it is that Genji's brother is coming in from out in the cold after being alone for so long. That's nice, he thinks and takes another sip. And then it hits.
(Years later, Jesse and Hanzo meet again at Overwatch. No major warnings, but no porn either. A continuation of the slight alternate universe found in Backroom Deals)
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- Part 2 of Dealmaking
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The sheets on top of Jack shift and the bed dips beside him, ejecting him out of the dream world and dumping him into reality. He blinks into the darkness and then rolls, ready to confront his would-be attacker, his heart beating wildly as adrenaline pumps through him, elevated by God only knows what cocktail of drugs they had injected into him this time. His hands curl into fists and he lashes out, but the blow is deflected before it has a chance to connect.
“This last round has got me all fucked up, Jack. I need your cock,” Gabe mumbles, his lips slipping off to Jack’s cheek and below. Jack’s ears burn. “I’ve got an itch so damn bad, papi. I need you to help me scratch it…”
(Or, Gabe sneaks into Jack's room after lights out, looking for a little help)
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Not a single one is worthy of mating him, but yet they surround him with their intentions as clear as a cloudless day. Their eyes stare too long, their gaze hungry, and they smile like wolves as they watch him fight the bonds that keep him on his knees. One has knelt behind him, his unwanted touches taking liberties with Hanzo’s naked, half-transformed and entirely too-vulnerable skin. “Easy,” the man behind him cajoles. His tone sickens Hanzo, reminding him of the type of voice one might take when trying to coax an injured deer into ill-advised trust. An ear-piercing howl reverberates through the room, echoing from deep within the surrounding building. Fear bubbles up into the air, thick and sour, its stench turning Hanzo’s stomach. The man inside of him withdraws, leaving Hanzo with nothing but the hot, maddening ache of his emptiness. Metal jingles behind him as he snarls. “You made sure to lock McCree’s door, right?” the man hisses.
(Or, dragon!Hanzo is captured and in heat. Wolf!Jesse breaks out to breed him. Please mind the tags. Non-con elements and the xenophilia is strong in this one. Anatomy fuckery. Kind of, sort of bestiality.)
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- Part 1 of Worthy
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Tumblr Ficlets by dragonspell
Fandoms: DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV), The Flash (TV 2014)
08 Aug 2017
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Short scenes originally posted on Tumblr that don't rate their own post. Rating and tags to change as updated.
1. Coldwave, Leonard saves Mick. 2. OMCs/Leonard, threats while face down on a desk. 3. Mick looks after pissed off!cat Len
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“Oh.” Jesse shifts on the chair, rattling the cuffs again, as his eyes dart helplessly downward, drawn by a kind of gravitational force. “I was wondering if you might, uh, show me your ankles?”
(Or, Jesse gets himself captured while trying to infiltrate a Shimada safe house and he and Hanzo reach a deal; Blackwatch-era, slight-AU; the foot fetish McHanzo that no one asked for)
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- Part 1 of Dealmaking
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Having just come back from his run, Steve looks like a picture in a magazine, T-shirt tight but sweat pants loose, the exercise barely affecting him beyond a slight sheen of sweat on his skin. He’s not even breathing hard, completely photo-ready. Steve’s the reason why Bucky is standing by the kitchen counter at seven in the morning when he would much rather be still in bed. After the first few days, when Steve finally would allow Bucky to be out of his sight for longer than five minutes, Steve had reverted to his set morning routine, slipping out of bed before dawn when all sensible people are still trying to sleep. It had taken Bucky two days to catch on and adapt to the new situation. Now, every morning, though he’s loathe to leave the bed that smells of him and Steve, Bucky rolls himself to his feet about an hour after Steve leaves to ensure that he’s by the door when Steve comes back. If he doesn’t, Steve will head straight for the shower to wash off all of the hard won sweat that Bucky would like to drown himself in.
(Or, since being rescued, Bucky's relearning what he's missed. Steve goes into heat. Pretty much complete porn).
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- Part 2 of The Nameless
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To the Victor by dragonspell
Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
29 Jul 2017
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Rogers has got his game face on, staring up at the ceiling like he’s just taking a break or some shit, chilling before the next mission. Fucking peaceful. Nothing about that expression says that he’s been stripped naked and restrained, that he’s surrounded by a pack of guys that are just fucking slobbering over him like hungry wolves circling their prey.
The Soldier stares flatly and Rumlow holds up his hands. They’re on the same team and he doesn’t want any trouble. He’s fine with seconds provided he gets to watch. As scary as the Winter Soldier is, he’s still one fine piece of genetic engineering shaped by hard training. Rumlow is A-okay with watching the guy get his rocks off with Captain America. “You go right ahead,” Rumlow says. “Be my guest. Ain’t nobody going to stop you.” In fact, Rumlow’s looking forward to this now that he thinks about it, seeing the epitome of Hydra, with his Russian branded arm, fucking the symbol of American pride.
(Or, the elevator scene in Winter Soldier goes a little differently and Rumlow's thinking that he finally gets to have a piece of Steve Rogers. Only the Winter Soldier shows up and he doesn't seem that keen on sharing. Rumlow POV. Please mind the tags).