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Can I have one where Bakugo and/or Dabi find out that they're sweet innocent angel is actually a masochist?

Title: The Art of Pain

Series: The Art of Villains

Request: “Can I have one where Bakugo and/or Dabi find out that they're sweet innocent angel is actually a masochist?”

This is such a fun idea, I'm thinking of something where Bakugou ended up joining the league, so the two boys know each other well. Bakugou has been a part of the league for a few years, so he is a big part of the league. And they end up liking you a little more than expected.

Dabi and Bakugou x gender neutral reader (afab)

Warnings: shameless smut, rough sex, the boys are very possessive, oral sex(f-receiving), Dabi and Bakugou has a blood kink, Bakugou is very much into choking, reader and the boys are masochists (like this is pretty fucked up;)), Dabi plays with his flames in you, reader gets used, reader is in handcuffs (not sexually), reader imagines a lot of stuff, use of Y/N and V/N (your villain name), orgasm denial, reader gets hurt, the boys has a fucked up background, fingering, the boys care for you in a unhealthy way, toxic relationships, cream pie,

Summary: You are an S-tier villain, looking for new work. You meet up with Giran, a C-tier villain, with a lot of connections. You didn't expect to be kidnapped and thrown for the lions. The league knows a lot about you and have for a while had their eyes out for you. Just waiting for the right opportunity to make you a part of their "club". You never thought of yourself as a part of the League, but with the opportunity at your feet, you can't help but accept. The offer is generous, and you were already looking for a job.

Some of the members, Bakugou and Dabi, have had their eye on you longer than they would ever admit. And as they finally have you within reach, they don't care for the wait. They have waited long enough, and they just want a taste. And as soon as they get one, they're never letting you go. Not a chance.

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A bright light is shining you directly in the face, blinding you, making it impossible to see your surroundings. You can hear footsteps, and several peoples breathing in the room. Or you're guessing it's a room. You have no idea where you are, or how you got there. The last thing you remember is that you were at a meeting with Giran, talking about joining a group of villains. You don't even remember getting knocked out, or anything of that sort. You can't figure out what happened. How the hell did you end up here? With a bunch or probably F-level villains. This is ridiculous.

"Aww they look so cute, all confused." The voice is rough, and you can't place it. Maybe you had met these people before, and you had hurt their ego or something. Because this is so damn ridiculous.

"Before I kill all of you, let me go!" Your voice is sharp and the power alone in your voice, would make almost anyone run with their tail between their legs. What you didn't expect to happen, is that the room burst out in laughter.

You can't figure out exactly how many people are in the room, but it's at least five. Likely more. Their laughter continues, making you squirm. This may be a bit worse, than first expected.

"God they're cute, just look at them, maybe we should let them have a look at their new family." The voice is familiar, but in a weird way, something is definitely wrong. Very wrong. So very wrong.

The light turns away from you, you're blinking quickly trying to adjust to the dim lights of the room. Wanting to see the people in front of you. Silhouettes slowly start to appear, but you can't tell them from one another. Someone steps a closer to you, and your eyes slowly makes the person out. The only thing you can really see, is a pair of piercing blue eyes staring directly at you. The eyes are so intense, you can't keep eye contact, and end up looking away. A chuckle leaves the person lips, and they step back into the shadows.

"Will you turn the light off spinner, so this little angel can get a good look of their new home." The light switches of and your eyes finally adjust to the light in the room. The first person you see is a shorter blonde girl, with a giant knife in her hand. Her hair is messy, but cute. She doesn't look much older than you.

Besides her stand a mix between a man and a lizard. There is also a floating purple cloud. A blue haired man, scratching his neck. A tall man, in full formal attire, and a mask. Someone with blonde hair and a scar down the middle of his face. A woman that looks stronger than any person you have ever seen before. And another two men.

They are standing just so far away, that the light doesn't reach them. Making it impossible to figure out how they look and who they are.

But at the moment, you know one thing. I wasn't some measly group of F-tier villains that kidnapped you. It was the fucking league of villains. The highest tier villains there is. You may be one of the best, but these are even better than you. Not that you would ever admit that.

When you were younger you kind of looked up to them. They were all so cool. But as you sit there before them. You don't know what the big deal was. They're pretty basic. Yeah, they may have some kind of strong quirks. But that’s it. They're not that interesting or fun. They just stand in front of you, not saying a word. Like fucking statues.

"This is the point where you let me go." You smile as innocently as you can, but the rooms stay quiet.

"God you are so boring. I thought the league of villains, were supposed to be fun. All interesting and full of potential, you are just a bunch of old geezers. I don't ev..." You get cut of mid-sentence as a hand wrap around your throat. Squeezing much more gently than expected, only making you slightly lightheaded. Not cutting off your airways at all. This one knows what they're doing.

A blonde-haired boy bends down into the light so you can see his face clearly. His eyes are crimson red, enchanting as you look into them. His face is slim and locks of blonde hair a flowing around his face. Framing it, in such a perfect way, it looks like he uses hours styling his hair. Your eyes can’t tear from his, and you slowly starts to notice the small red specs covering his neck, face and hair. One of the locks is a deep red, but not from dye. His hair is covered in blood.

His hand around your neck has you more excited than you would like to admit. His rough fingertip, slowly moving back and forth over your neck. Has a shiver running down your spine. The light pressure of his hand, the way it fits so perfectly around your neck. Like you were made for him. This unknown, beautiful, villain. Makes your body react more than anyone else before. It's addicting, the feeling of him close. The smell of him, it's sweet, but at the same time smells a lot like cigarettes. No not cigarettes, something else. Fireworks? Gun powder?

And then it hits you. The man standing above you, with his hand wrapped around your throat. Is none other than THE Dynamight. One of the most powerful villains in the entire world. The league of villains may be on top. But without Dynamight, they wouldn't have the whole world afraid.

"Aww so cute, you scared angel?" It's the same voice than called you cute earlier, this Dynamight thinks you're cute? You don't realize you're smiling at the thought before his hand grips your chin and pulls you out of your trance to make you look at him.

"What you thinking about? Something funny?" His before so soft and controlled manner, quickly changed to this aggressive demeanour.

You open your mouth to say something, but nothing intelligent comes through your head, so you shut it again. Dynamights eyes are drilling into you, trying to figure out... something. Anything. He needs to figure you out. And soon. Before his own facade crumbles and show you how much he wants you.

"Be nice." Again, it's one of the voices from before, this was the one who said something about turning the lights off... and what was it? It was something weird. You hadn't thought about it before now. Oh right, he said; 'let them look at their new home.' New home? You don't get to speculating, before this new voice steps into the light and your mouth drops.

His eyes a piercing light blue, they are so perfect. It’s the guy from before. His eyes must be some kind of poison, something to lure you in to then kill you. You gaze follows his figure to try and get a profile of this new man. He's wearing a long black coat, it looks like leather, but it’s hard to see. His skin looks weird, but in the dim light it's hard to judge.

He takes a step more and the light hits him, making his black hair almost look blue. And when you look at his face you realize what's on his skin. Scars. They're on his hands, his neck, his face, around his eyes. They're everywhere. But even though they look like something out of a horror movie, you can't help but be kind of attracted to them. It shows he fights. Maybe he would fight for you? Nope, thoughts go away. You take a breath, but a second thought hits. He must be incredibly strong. ...Strong enough to lift you and fuck you against a wall. As soon as the thought hits you, you push it away.

Nope. Nope. Nope. These people kidnapped you. They may be hot. Incredibly fucking hot. But no. You need to get out. And these thoughts are not helping.

"What's that with your face?" Dabi says teasingly, running a hand over your cheek. "There's this soft pink tint." He smirks, and you want a giant black hole to open under you and swallow you whole. No fucking way, you're blushing and getting turned on, by these people.

Dynamight and Dabi are standing above you, looking down at you with eyes, that makes you melt. Fuck they look hot. All bloodthirsty and scary. You try to ignore it, but a pool of wetness is slowly beginning to form in your underwear. You want to swear and scream at yourself. How the fuck is this happening? You don't know them. But you could? Fuck these thoughts. They should die in hell. And leave you the fuck alone.

"Aww let the poor one be." The voice comes from the girl, and you want to thank her, but refrain. Play it cool. Plat it cool. You can do it me. Chill. You take a deep breath and make eye contact with the blue haired man, who has taken a step closer to you, so the others are standing behind him, and he's directly in the spotlight. His neck is rough, and it looks like his skin is close to peeling, like it’s a healing wound. Scabbing and dry.

"Okay, Y/N. Let's get one thing straight. You are now a part of the league of villains. You can say no, of course. But that would just entail us breaking you into a million pieces and using you as confetti above the UA sport festival." He smiles, an uncomfortable smile, one that makes your skin crawl. If you could run away in fear, maybe you would. You actually don't know right now. It's weird, you want to stay. But this wasn't a choice, so why would you want it anyway?

"Chill out boss you're scaring them." The man with the pricing blue eyes says, and you suddenly remember his name. Dabi. Dabi son of the previous number one hero, Endeavor. His quirk should be the strongest fire quirk to ever exist. Maybe you should be nicer. Most of them could destroy you with a single move. Time to play nice.

"Sounds fun. But maybe we could discuss this with a nice glass of whiskey, and me not restrained in a chair?" You don't want to sound desperate, but the fear in you makes your voice shaky.

"I could use a glass, what about the rest of you?" Dabi questions, and the others agree in unison.

Your wrists are still sore from the quirk-cancelling-handcuffs, and your hair is a rats’ nest of a mess, from the strap around your head. You had probably been sitting there a good amount of time before you woke up. And finally sitting in a comfortable chair, has you close to letting your guard down.

The purple cloud puts a glass of whiskey down in front of you, and you quickly grab it to take a sip. The rich taste of the liquid in your mouth has an almost calming feeling. The taste of malt and spices explodes on your tongue. This is not a cheap whiskey from the corner store. It's the Macallan cast strength whiskey. Probably 10 years old. This is expensive shit. Like you knew they are rich and have too much stuff to ever use. But you had no idea they cared about whiskey. Or maybe they don’t, and it was just worth something. Because that shits expensive.

You had seen it in a liquor store once. Locked behind glass, too pricey to even consider putting a price tag. But you know it's one of the most expensive they have.

"Good enough for you?" Dabis’ voice is smooth, and you can't help but smile.

"How the hell did you get this? This is top shelf booze!" Burst out of your mouth, before you realize what you said, Dabi is laughing.

"We do our research sweetheart." You stare confused at him, and he continues. "You don't think it was a coincidence we choose you?" It doesn't answer your question, just giving you a million more.

"Stop playing with them. I want to do that." The blonde girl, you identify as Toga, pulls the knife out of her pocket pointing it at you.

"Do you think they're a screamer?" Togas’ voice is sweet, uncomfortably sweet, coated in honey and filled with poison.

"Please put the knife away, you don't want to scare our guest." The boss, Shigaraki, is quick to let his hand touch the knifes blade, and it disintegrates. Right in front of your eyes. You had of course heard of all their quirks, but seeing them up close, made it so much more real.

Dynamight leans in and whisper something in Dabis' ear. You can't hear it, but the shit eating grin spreading on the both the boys’ faces, has you concerned. Maybe all of this was a bad idea. Why did you meet with Giran in the first place? Why did you want to join a group? It had always worked good for you on your own, why would you want to change that? The questions pile up, and you don't have an answer to any on them. This is nothing but a disaster.

"I have a question." You voice is smaller than you would like it to be, but the room falls quiet, and every pair of eyes are on you. You clear your throat and start speaking.

"If I should choose to join your "club"." You say making quotation marks in the air. "What would be in it for me?" You finish and there's is complete silence for a minute.

"Let’s see... we know you've been looking for a place to join. So that’s a good reason, we're the best of the best. You would be on top with us. A place to sleep, a home. We know you been a bit on the road lately." You look down, shame flooding through you, and you can't really figure out why. You had been staying in abandoned buildings. That's not being on the road. But of course, Shigaraki was right, you need a place to stay. Permanently.

"Also, there's great benefits, we have doctor who can do anything you can ever imagine. You know about our Nomus?" You nod and he continues. "Well, with that technology, we can enhance someone’s quirk, or give them a new one." You mouth is agape, the mere idea of that being possible is insane.

"That's..." You look for the right words. "That's very impressive. But..." You stop yourself, but Shigaraki urges you to keep going. "I don't understand why you're telling me this, I didn't agree to join." He laughs, a genuine laugh, like this is genuinely funny.

"Aww poor you, like I said, you are either joining." He pauses, and the few seconds he stops are excruciating. "Or leaving in pieces." You swallow hard at his words, a lump having formed in your throat.

"Oh yeah, and there's of course the money. You will be richer than the most well-paid hero, nothing will be out of your price range. And even if it's not for sale, we'll find a solution." He smiles again, but it doesn't reach his eyes. This is a business smile. A formal smile. You gulp and you take another big sip of the drink in front of you. Trying to calm the nerves.

You are one of the most feared villains, and you're scared of these people. Yes, they threatened you, and you know for a fact, you wouldn't be able to win against them in a fight. But you aren't normally scared, the feeling is unsettling.

You empty the whiskey glass with one last gulp, and almost break the glass as you slam it back down against the table. Dynamight takes a hold of your hand, and grip is much stronger than first anticipated.

"Don't ruin stuff that aren't yours!" His voice is low, but with an intensity that makes you wiggle in your seat. He lets go of your wrist and you sigh relieved and lean against the backrest of the chair.

"Maybe we should let them think about this, and then we can ask them tomorrow?" The lizards say, he has mostly been quiet this whole time, but he seems nice. Even though you're sitting right next to them, they're talking like you aren't there.

"I don't think they should get the chance to be alone. They are quite strong after all." Dabi says, and the smile on his lips, feels like it has an ulterior motive. Something devious, something you're not sure you're ready for.

"I'll take the first shift." Dynamights' voice is cold, showing no emotion. Not letting any of the others have a say, he already decided.

"Maybe we should be two? Just in case." Dabi says, and Dynamight doesn't say a word. Just waiting for Shigarakis’ judgement.

"Two heads are better than one, and I don't want something to happen. So, both of you have the responsibly of our very own V/N." He puts his hands on the table and pushes himself up. He looks at you for a second, then turns around and leaves. Leaving you all to figure out what to do on your own.

"I'm leaving." Toga says, and she leaves quickly, with Twice in her footsteps, he doesn't say a word to any of the others.

"Yeah, I’m going to go too, need a workout." Magne states, "wanna join?" She looks at Spinner, he nods, and they exit the room too.

"I'm going to make sure Shigaraki doesn't need anything." The purple cloud states and leaves to find the boss.

"I'm going to leave you two to have fun." The man in the top hat states, bows and then retires to his room.

"Just us." Dabi states, and you look up to catch his eyes with yours. The tension from earlier, rises again. You can feel your heart beating faster and your breaths becoming quicker and shallower.

Dabi rapidly switches seats, so his body is pressed up against your side. Dynamight sits on the other side of the table, staring you down. Dabis' warm body against yours is comforting in a terrifying way, you want to lean closer. Let your fingers follow his collarbone and smell his perfume. You stop yourself as quickly as possible, but Dabi felt it. You leaned in.

He is so close you can smell his cologne, and a weak scent of cigarettes. His whole body is so close to you, you want to scream and run. But at the same time, you want to lean in and figure out all this man has to offer.

"You don't get to do it first!" Dynamights' voice is stern and makes you pull further away from Dabi.

"Oh, come on, I wasn't doing anything." Dabi laughs and gestures at you. You have no idea what they're talking about. Something about you apparently. You can't wrap your head around what it could be, it doesn't make sense.

"You were about to, and the deal was they choose. Not you!" Dynamight has this authority around him, you wouldn't dare disagree with him. Dabi on the other hand doesn't seem to care at all, he just wraps an arm around and pulls you closer. You yelp at the motion.

You're so close to him. His warm body. His scent. His hair. You wanted to play with it, softly run your fingers through his hair. Maybe tug at it and see his reaction. Maybe he would let out a soft moan. The image of him on his knees before you, you with a hand in his hair. Pulling him closer to your pussy, making him smell you. Slowly making him take your pants off, so he can get a taste of your cunt. Forcing his head in between your thighs and using his tongue and nose for your own pleasure. Pulling his hair so he moans into you, the vibration from his vocals, having you so close to cumming. His finger running around your thighs and slowly pushing into your gushing puss...

"You're distracted. Something on your mind." Dabis' voice pulls you out of your fantasy. Your lips agape breathing heavily, your thighs pressing together for any kind of friction, and your cheeks already displaying a pink hue.

"Maybe if you tell me, I can fulfil your little fantasy?" He whispers into your ear, his voice low and sultry. You press your legs harder together, why would you be this into these men. They need to take a break and let you calm your body, and your brain. You need a break. From them. Why did it have to be those two who would look out for you? Why couldn't it be one of the others? They seemed nice. They also didn't seem to enjoy making you squirm.

A hand pulls your chin in its direction, making you look up at Dynamights handsome features. He’s standing above you, he had moved from his seat in front of you, to now standing on your right side. He was like a Greek god, to perfect for his own good, too perfect to be human, too perfect to be real. He leans down, slowly closing the distance between you. You tilt your head to the side, so he can easily capture your lips with his. You close your eyes, just waiting for contact. Not caring about anything but his lips. But right before the perfect man is about to kiss you, you hear a thump, and his hand gets pulled away from you.

You open your eyes and look at Dynamight on the floor, Dabi standing above him his hand lit with flames.

"That was not the deal." Dabi says between clenched teeth. "Their choice. Not yours." The flames spread up his arms, following his chest and moving rapidly down his legs, until all of him are caged in flames.

Dynamight smirks, setting off a small explosion in his right hand.

"You didn't think I would just let you touch them and not react. Then you don't know me at all, friend." He spits the last word like it's an insult, his gaze burning into Dabis' own.

You sit back admiring the two men, they both look like gods. Lean and buff. Tall and strong. But at the same time, they're a contrast. Dabis' blue flames and blue eyes. Dynamights' red flames and red eyes. Dabis' black hair. Dynamights' blonde.

Your thoughts wander again, what if you were caught between their fury. Their heat related quirks, burning your skin. Their aggression, making sure you're nothing but a powerless mess in the end. Maybe they would fuck you like that, all weak and not able to fight. You wanted them more than you have ever wanted anyone, and you didn't wanna choose. Couldn't it just be both, couldn't they take a hole each and just use you for their own pleasure.

The thought of them taking you simultaneously, has you weak. Thank some god you're sitting down. Your knees would be buckling, and you would barely be able to stand.

Dabi chuckles and Dynamight joins in. They're standing side by side, looking at you with the most intense gazes.

"Aww they're so cute, when they're flustered. You think it's our fault?" Dabi says and Dynamight quickly continues.

"Yeah, I bet, they've been blushing ever since they saw us. Maybe it's time to give them a little reward? Helping them with that mess between their legs?" Dynamight states and kneels, so he is eyes level with you. "Need help angel?" You stare into his eyes, not knowing how to respond. They took you aback, you thought you had kept it hidden. They may be a bit more observant than you had hoped.

"I... umh... this is... sorry... embarrassing... I... will... just go." You proceed to stand up, but Dynamights hand pushes you back into your seat.

"Tsk. Tsk. No one gave you permission to do that." He smiles and his hand slowly glides down from your shoulder, drift down over your nipple and you gasp. He chuckles and Dabi takes a step closer, to get a better look at you.

"Do it again, I wanna see that reaction again." Dabi's excited, impatiently pushing Dynamights' back with his knee. He obeys and his hand glides back up, putting a little extra pressure as he reaches your nipple. You whimper, and the two men exchanges a quick look, before Dynamight takes a rough grip around your boob and squeezes. You scream at the sudden pain, but it quickly turns into pleasure, and your scream turns into a moan.

Dabi kneels beside Dynamight, and he grabs your other boob. Giving it the same rough treatment, as Dynamight just did.

"Your tits are so perfect, fits perfectly in my hand. How do you think it would fit in my mouth?" The question is more for himself, than any of you. Dabis hand slowly snakes under your shirt, lifting it, so he can see the soft skin underneath.

"Let's get this off you." He smiles and starts pulling your shirt over your head, you allow him to do with no protest. The shirt easily slips over your head, and he can't take his eyes off the colourful bra now on full display.

"So pretty." He runs a finger along the lace, Dynamights' gaze is fixated on the curve of your boobs. His eyes hungry for more, the view of your nipple, or maybe the taste.

Dynamight reaches out, letting his finger dip under the edge of the bra. His finger pulls it a few centimes out from your skin, and lets it snap back. You hiss, and he takes a hold of each cup. His biceps tense and he rip the bra in half. The satisfying sound of fabric ripping, makes him smile, but the looks of your breast, all free and bare. He gulps, not wanting to scare you away if he's too eager. But some god they are perfect, every curve is perfect. Your nipple looks so perfect, he wants nothing more than to put it in his mouth.

He bends down letting his tongue be the first to make contact with your exposed skin. You whimper at the first contact, and he slowly pulls the nipple into his mouth. The sounds you make, has him too excited to control himself. His teeth catch your nipple, and you cry out. The feeling is so intense. It feels so good and so bad at the same time, but you don't want it to stop. It's like the pain enhances the pleasure. Making the soft licks of Dynamights tongue, that much more pleasurable.

"My turn." Dabi pushes Dynamight to the side, and takes the other nipple in his mouth, to give it attention too. His tongue is rough and lapping at your nipple only for his own pleasure. Nothing about this is about you, but the noises you makes has the boys excited. They want to know what other noises they can have you making, what will make you scream? What will make you cry? What will make you beg?

"I...umh..." You sentences gets interrupted by Dynamights finger slowly stroking you clothed pussy. "I wanna... FUCK..." He found your clit, slowly but surely making you moan. "I wanna know your names!" You almost scream as Dabi bites down on your nipple. "You know mine, I... fuck... wanna know yours." The boys pull away, leaving your most sensitive spots alone for a second. They exchange a look and Dynamight clears his throat.

"My name is Bakugou Katsuki... I'm 21... I, umh, I was not wanted." His gaze is on the floor, avoiding eye contact with you.

"I'm Todoroki Touya, I'm 28, I was abused by my father, and he almost killed me." You look dumbfounded at the two men in front of you.

"You... I... I'm sorry... but you didn't have to say all that... I just wanted your names." Katsukis' eyes find yours and he smiles softly, even though the pain is clear in his eyes.

"We know so much about you, it's only fair if you know something about us too. You're going to be a part of the league anyway, you're going to get to know us sooner or later." You don't know what to say, you had your own reasons for becoming a villain, but just by the sounds of it. These two have been through a lot.

"We don't want you to leave, we wanna make you one of us. And maybe trusting us, is a start?" Dabis' blue eyes finds yours and you nod slowly, trying to comprehend what you had just been told.

"Can I help?" Your voice is soft, and the boys heart melted a bit right there.

"We can go to my room and play some video games? Maybe that'll get our minds off it?" You smile and try to stand up, but right as your legs are supposed to carry you. You fall. The floor quickly nearing your face. Fuck this is going to hurt.

Something stops your fall, and you look up to find Katsukis' arms wrapped around you. He lifts you, so you’re back on your feet.

"You're my hero!" You exclaim, but as soon as you said it. You know you shouldn't have. Katsuki lets you go instantly and takes a step back, turning around to face the wall.

"I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't know that was..." Touya stops you pulling you back from Katsuki.

"There are somethings, we don't talk about." He says, letting go off you and stepping up besides his friend. The pit in your stomach seem to want to swallow you whole. You barely know him, and the fact that you hurt him feels worse than anything before ever has. You want to scream, cry, rip your skin off, anything to make this feeling go away. Your chest hurts, the feeling is so heavy and strange. You want the floor to open and swallow you whole. God just something to take back what you said. Anything. Right now, it would be nice to have a time traveling quirk. Just something to go back and fix this.

The burning feeling in your eyes and the lump in your throat, quickly makes you aware of the tears on their way. You try and swallow, but it only makes the feeling worse. You look up and blink, trying to stop the tears. Don't let them fall. Don't. Don't. Don't.

You gaze moves back to the two men. They are still standing with their back to you, talking softly. You're unable to hear what they're saying, but it doesn't matter. Katsukis' shoulders are slouched, and he looks so small right now.

A tear falls down your cheek, while you just stare. Your body shakes weakly as you start to cry. Silently. Not wanting the two men to hear you, too scared to move. Too scared that they'll turn around and see you like this. You frantically wipe the tears off your cheeks with your arm. You look down at yourself and your entire torso is bare, you desperately look for the shirt. Not seeing it anywhere. You can't be like this in front of them, crying and naked.

You take small steps at first, trying not to alarm them. Slowly walking around looking for the shirt. Where the hell did Touya put it? You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to keep just a small amount of decency. You bend down to look under the table.

A hand lands against your ass and you yelp. Touya is standing behind you, smirking and taking a good grip on your hips. He slowly grinds his hips into your ass, his hard cock hitting just the right spot. Fuck he is big, the outline of his cock making you almost scared of the near future. You moan and he pulls a bit away to slam back against you. You awkwardly stand a bit up, but Touya pushes you down over the table. Bended so perfectly, exactly the right height for him to fuck you. He leans down over you, letting his chest touch your back, as his mouth is right against your ear he says.

"You should give Blasty some attention, I think that'll cheer him up." You eagerly try to get up, to do anything to help Katsuki. But Touya holds you down, pressing his hand against your back. You try to wiggle free, but his strength with just one hand is insane. You feel a change behind you, and as you look back, you make eye contact with Katsuki. His eyes are bloodshot, likes he's been crying, but at the same time they're so intense. God, you want him inside you.

"Please, please, I'll do anything, just..." He jerks your bottoms down ripping them most certainly. He stares at the underwear you're wearing, it matches the ruined bra.

"This is in the way." He rips your underwear but leaving the ruined fabric hanging around your waist. The cold air hits your pussy and a small whimper leaves your mouth. He pushes a finger into you roughly, making you sure to hit your g-spot as he curls his fingers.

"This is not going to fit, we need you warmed up angel." He falls to his knees, continuing using his finger. Pumping in and out of you, making sure your wetness is well spread around on your lips. His head dips, and as his tongue makes contact with your clit, you moan. He adds another finger, stretching your pussy. Preparing you for his cock. You haven't even seen it yet, but if this is the treatment to get you ready, you know he is big.

His tongue slowly laps on your juices, while his fingers speed up. They hit your g-spot every time and you can already feel the nearing orgasm. Your former partners have never made you cum, they never knew what they were doing. But Katsuki has you close in seconds.

He pulls his finger out and you whimper at the loss. His tongue quickly takes its place, fucking into you. He tongue-fucks you, then moves back to your clit. Licking it softly and then back to your pussy. Your legs are starting to shake, and he can feel the effect he has on you. The sensation builds and builds. You can feel your high. It's so close. You just need a little push. You press back against Katsuki, and his tongue finds your clit. He slowly circles it, your legs cramp. Not being able to hold yourself up anymore. He pushes his finger back in you, and standing up so he can hold your body weight. You moan, you're so close. Just a tiny bit more. A smidge.

He stops. Pulling his hand from you and smirking as you turn your head to look at him. He lifts his hand to put his finger, covered in your liquid, into his mouth. He sucks the sweet juices off and a moan escapes him lips.

"Fuck you taste good angel."

"Let me taste." Touya is quick to push Katsuki to the side, slipping a finger into your heat. You whimper at the feeling, his fingers are so long. He hits your g-spot once and you moan. And he, just as Katsuki, pulls out. Leaving you desperate and whimpering.

He pops his finger into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you.

"You're so right, this is the best thing I have ever tasted." He looks a Katsuki, and the smirk before both stepping closer. They jeans rub against your ass, and it hits you. You're fully naked, and they're both fully clothed.

"I demand you take off your clothes." You yell. You wish you could see their faces, to figure out what their reactions is. But they stay behind you, uncomfortably quiet.

"Please." You whisper, just wanting to not feel so vulnerable.

The tip of a cock is pressed between you folds, slowly but surely bottoming out. You moan and the cock so deep inside you, fills you up like nothing before. You try to turn around to look at who is buried in you, but one of them holds your head still.

Fuck it feels so good. Filled to the brim by a fucking hot guy, and another one is waiting for his turn.

"It fits, now let's try the thing we discussed." Katsukis voice breaks the silence, and it's the most relieving thing ever. He pulls out and you whimper at the loss.

"No. No. No. Get back inside please." Your voice is desperate, and a strong pair of arms lifts you on the table. You settle down and finally look at the two men. They're naked. Butt ass naked. And they look fucking good. Bakugou is buff, body builder buff. His whole body looks like a weapon, scarred, and bruised. But he looks so fucking hot. His cock is standing straight up, shining slightly from your wetness now covering his cock. It's so thick, bigger than anything you have seen before.

You look over at Touya, he's a bit taller, not much, but enough that it's noticeable. His lean and unquestionably strong, but his muscle aren't as defined as Katsukis. His nipples are decorated with a pair of metal studs and his cock his giant. Maybe slightly longer than Katsukis, but not as thick. The nipple piercings are so cool, fitting when the rest of him is just as pierced.

You're sitting on the table, most of your weight on your hands placed slightly behind. Leaning back a bit, so your stomach and chest are on full display. Your legs are spread, so they have a clear vision of your dripping pussy.

Katsuki is the first to take a step, moving confidently in your direction. Doing a kind of model walk as he struts to you. He stops right in front of you, taking a hold of your neck putting slight pressure and pulling your head to the side, so he can place soft kisses along your pulse. He places a kiss behind your ear, making you whimper, and his teeth sink into the flesh. You cry out, but he doesn't stop. He stops as the taste of blood in his mouth. You scream as his teeth punctures the skin, he pulls his teeth back, and makes small lick on the open wound. It feels weirdly good, not something you would expect, but it has your heart racing and your pussy wetter.

Touya moves next, already enchanted by the show you put on. The way your body struggled against Katsukis hold, but you let yourself enjoy it in the end.

"Let me try." Katsuki switches places with Touya, and Touya is quick to continue where Katsuki stopped. His tongue slowly tastes the blood leaking from your throat, he hums as the taste hits his tastebuds, and he is quick to start sucking. Slowly pulling the blood from your body. The lightheaded feeling from Katsukis grip, is getting worse. Maybe blood loss is serious.

"...something... I... wan... nananana... sayyyyiaaa." Touya steps back, a worried look in his eyes. Katsuki has the same look, and fatal flaw the boys just realized is that they never wanted their one-nightstand to survive, or they didn't care at least. They didn’t care if their partner enjoyed themselves or was fine in the end. But they care about you, and maybe they had been a bit rough. Normally the girl or boy they took home was just to satisfy a need. You're different. You're a part of this family now. You're a part of their lives. They don't want you to die. They want to hurt you, yes. But only if it's good for you too.

The blood keeps streaming from your wound, and Touya says something to Katsuki. But you're too lightheaded to register. Touya steps closer, something like an apology leaves his mouth and then pain. Excruciating. Agonizing. Tormenting. Unbearable. Dreadful. Pain. Your vision goes black. But you can still feel the pain. It's like hell is peeling your skin of sewing it back on and peeling it off again. The pain is worse than anything you had experienced before. You want to cry and scream. But not a sound leaves your mouth. No tears fall. You can't move a muscle.

Light. Blinding light. Oh no. Was this all just a dream? Are you sitting in the chair? About to be interrogated? Was everything just your imagination? Are you back before the league? An uneasy feeling spreading through your body. Something is wrong. But you have no idea what. Something is so so wrong. You can't feel your limps, your body feels like it's floating. Everything feels weird. Off. Like you're not where you're supposed to be.

Hell? Heaven? It feels more like heaven than hell. Even though you have never been. Maybe this is the end. Just floating in eternity forever.

"Hey..." The word is soft, and another follows it. "Come back to us." A few seconds of silence, before an almost desperate "please."

You blink your eyes a few times. Trying to get your vision back. Slowly the room becomes visible. To faces looking down at you. You can't pinpoint them. They seem familiar. Like you know them.

Then it hits you, and you erratically sit up. Hitting your head against one of the others, and you groan in pain. Your vision gets even more blurry after the sudden raise in position. A laugh comes from the right, and you turn your head. But you can't figure out which of them it is.

A hand moves to stroke your cheek, and you lean into it. Finding comfort, in one of their rough hands. The fingers were long and slender, with a scent of cigarettes. It's Touya. He softly caresses your cheek with his thump.

Your vision is almost back, and your body is starting to feel normal. Katsukis' face is still concerned as you meet his eyes, and he moves a bit closer. He snakes him arm around your waist and pulls you closer so he can kiss your hair.

Touyas' hand sneaks down to your waist, pulling you closer to him. Which quickly starts a tugging way. Katsuki pulls you down so you're lying in his lap, looking up at him. Touya is quick to make a counter move, pulling your legs around his waist. Making you lay, in and interesting position between the two men. Katsuki is about to make another move, when his eyes meet Touyas’, and they exchange a knowing glance.

"If you're going to fuck me, it's going to need to be nicer than last time. You made me fucking pass out... from Blood loss!" You emphasize the last words, and they look kind of proud. Or a mix of proud and ashamed.

"I'm going to be nice... but I will... for the love of god, make you cum from pain. And pleasure, of course. But there needs to be a good amount of pain." Katsuki smirks and pulls you closer, kissing you wound softly. It's been cared for, so your whole neck is packed in gauze. But the pressure on the still very sore wound, makes you let out a soft whimper.

Touya groans, grabbing a hold of your thighs and pulling you down against his cock. You moan and you can feel his cock harden at the noise. Katsuki is still bend over you, with his lips making contact with your wound, and the sudden motion from Touya makes Katsukis' teeth scratch the bandage. You cry out, and once again they exchange a glance, an all-knowing glance. Like they can read each other’s minds. Like there is so much you don't know, and maybe they'll never tell you.

“The point angel, is to show you a side of yourself you don’t even know exist. Don’t deny that you enjoy the pain, that you enjoy the excruciating pleasure. The heightening of the pleasure, with just a bit of pain. Or maybe a lot. I think you can take it. We’ll just have to train you, to behave like a good little doll.” He leans closer, as his words makes you squirm.

His words make you so damn desperate, but you fight to keep your composure. Trying to make sure the guys don’t figure it out. Even though it seems like they already have. How the hell do they know you better than you know yourself? Right. They fucking spied on you. What do they know? What don’t they know? It’s a weird question. How much can someone you have just met know about you, but at the same time. They’re in the league of villains. They could probably get all the information in the world, if they wanted.

“Someone’s excited, huh?” Katsuki says with his face right above yours, you stare into his crimson red eyes. They’re so intense, studying your face, remembering every detail, getting all your secrets from just your face. You’re breathless as he keeps looking, your heart beats faster, your breath gets shallow, you get nervous. It’s so intense, nothing like anything you have experienced before. How can a look have you feeling so much? How can his eyes have you feeling so desperate?

“Maybe we should help them out of this?” Touya says and breaks the moment between you and Katsuki. You acknowledge what you’re wearing, it’s a big black shirt with a white skull on it, it must be one of theirs, cause it’s definitely not yours. It doesn’t take long for you to realize, you’re not wearing any underwear. Which mean Touya has had free access to your pussy this whole time. You gulp and your eyes meet his, he’s smirking knowing exactly what you’re thinking.

“Is this what you want me to do.” He reaches a hand down to your cunt, slowly inserting one of his digits. You whimper, as his one finger slowly suit the ache in your core.

“God your soaked, you think I can just,” He slips another finger in easily, and you moan at the feeling of getting stretched on his long digits. A smile curls his lips, he’s got an idea. And probably not a nice one.

“What?” You express, trying to figure out what he’s thinking. But you can’t read a single of his emotions.

“Oh, just a little test.” His smirk gets bigger, and a quick burst of heat spread in your pussy. You moan and look down to figure out what just happened. It happens again. A hot burst of warmth, on the edge of pain. But it stops just before it hurts. You move up on your elbows, to look down at Touyas fingers. The feeling comes again, and you see light coming from your cunt.

That fucking bastard. He’s using his quirk. In You. He’s playing with his flames in your pussy. The fucking problem is… that it feels good. How the hell does that feel good? Don’t tell him. Don’t admit that what he’s doing is working.

It doesn’t matter, he already knows. A knowing grin on his face. As he does it again, and he can feel your pussy clench around his finger. You whimper as the flames stay a little longer this time, starting to burn. But even though it should hurt like, hell. The feeling is amazing. The pain, it makes his fingers feels so much better.

You look up at Katsukis’ face, his eyes are focused on where Touya is penetrating you. Staring at your drenched pussy. He licks his lips, and his gaze moves to catch yours.

“Maybe we should finally do the thing we talked about?” He is clearly talking to Touya, the two men’s gazes are on you, but they’re talking like you’re not there.

“Lets.” Touya responds and withdraws his fingers, as you whimper at the loss. Touya stand up, quickly making work of his clothes, and laying down on his back. His legs are bended over the edge of the bed, clearly a plan in mind, but you can’t figure it out. His cock stands straight up, making you gulp at the sheer size. Oh, to have him inside you.

“Get on angel.” Touya commands, and you don’t waste any time to get on. “No, the other way.” You obey and get on cowgirl style, facing Touya. You grab his cock making his tip hit the outside of your pussy. You slowly sink down, moan and whimpering as he lets you take it at your own speed. When you’ve gotten halfway, you stop. You feel so full, there is no way in hell that you’re getting him the rest of the way in.

“Come on angel, a little more.” You whimper as you press yourself down, only get a little bit more. Not near enough for him to bottom out. “You gotta do everything yourself.” He mumbles and takes a hold of your hips. “Deep breath.” He states to you, and you do as he says. He thrust his hips into you, bottoming out. You scream as his cock hits your cervix, and you fall forward following the rough treatment. You’re gasping for air. You feel so fucking full, like you’re getting split down the middle.

“Your turn.” Touya declares, and before you get to react, you can feel a presence behind you. Katsuki bends down, putting his lips next to your ear.

“This is gonna hurt, but your gonna enjoy it.” He whispers against your ear, and he stands back straight. He presses a hand down on your back, your pussy is filled with Touya, but he doesn’t seem to care. He presses his tip against you pussy, making you whimper as he presses the tip in. You scream. Fuck your full, and he is not even half in. God they can’t both fit. It’s not going to fit. It’s just not.

“It’s not gonna fit.” You whimper, but Katsuki just chuckles.

“I’ll make it fit angel, don’t worry.” You can’t protest, it feels so good. So, fucking good. But god, they’re going to tear you in half. They’re going to kill you. But fuck that. You’re going out at the top. You’re going out screaming. Hopefully in pleasure.

“Angel will make it feel good, just relax.” The soft grip of Touyas' hand around you chin as he says his calming words, makes you relax. Okay, okay. This is going to be okay. No need to worry.

You scream as Katsuki slams into you, bottoming out in a single thrust. You’re gasping and on the verge of tears. Fuck it feels good. But god it hurts. You are being stretched in a way, that’s not human. Not normal. This wasn’t on your to do list last year. Not even yesterday. This was never something you had even thought of trying, but the feeling of being so full. Getting stretched so good. You never wanna stop.

The switch wasn’t something you expected. You want to continue, this isn’t something you don’t want to do. This is something that’s perfect for the situation. But good you’re not sure they’ll be able to move. You’re filled to the brim. They should be able to move, it is probably not possible.

Katsukis voice is low, a soft groan escaping his lips. He’s trying to control his breathing, he’s doing everything in his power not to cum right there. In your tight, wet pussy. Fuck he has never felt something so good. You’re perfect. Perfect for them. Their good little angel.

“You need more time to adjust?” Touyas’ voice is soft, he cares, he brushes a lock of hair out of your face. You shake your head, and a smile wider than anything you have seen before, breaks out on his face.

“Good doll.” Katsukis’ hand reaches around and grabs your throat, pulling you up. As your sit up Touyas cock hits your cervix again, and you moan at top volume. Katsukis’ hand presses harder at you throat and you quiet down.

“You want the whole building to hear?” He chuckles, and a rush of embarrassment floods over you.

“They can hear us?” You say barely above a whisper. The boys laugh, and their unison decision is to pump their cocks further into you. You scream, and you’re sure everybody is going to be able to hear you. But the feeling of the boys’ cocks, make you not give a fuck. And so what if someone hear? They can enjoy your moans, and if it bothers them, then they can leave.

“What did you think about?” Touya pulls you out of the thought, you blush and look down.

“Oh… nothing.”

“Right, nothing, cause “nothing” makes you clench around us like your life depends on it.” His voice makes you even more embarrassed.

“We’re not shaming you, we just wanna know, maybe we can fulfil the fantasy?” Katsuki continues and you mumble something none of them hears.

“Speak up angel, you gotta speak up.” Touya commands in a soft voice, but you know you don’t have a choice.

“I… Was Thinking About Other Hearing Us!” You yell as quickly as possible, closing your eyes and pretending to now exist. The boys are quiet for a second, before Katsuki pulls you head back so he can look down at you, as your head is bend backwards.

“You want someone to hear? What about watch? They don’t get to touch, but they can look. They can look at us fuck you, and hope they get a turn. But they won’t cause your ours, get that?” You nod eagerly, he takes a hold of your hair and pulls your further back. You instinctively open your mouth, and he smirks.

“You gotta answer angel, you want someone to watch? Look at your perfect body. Look at how well you take our cocks?” Touya elaborates. You think for a few seconds, as you debate the pros and cons. It would be fucking hot, you would be off limits, maybe they would like just watching. But to be on display? Maybe it would just be weird. You like they idea. But would you like the real thing?

“I don’t know.” You admit, and the feeling of failure washes over you.

“That’s not a problem, we’ll figure it out. We can try it at some point, not now. Now it’s just and your sweet pussy.” Katsuki let’s go of your hair and lets you look down at Touya. His eyes are dark, his normally so light blue eyes, have turned almost black as he looks at you. He looks hungry, like he can’t wait for whatever is about to happen.

“Ready?” Katsuki says, and you’re just about to nod, as you realize he’s talking to Touya.

“More than, you wanna start?” Touya ask, and before you hear an answer Katsuki pull almost all the way out, and then slams back in you. You scream and a groan comes from Touya as you clench around them.

“I wasn’t ready.” You say between clenched teeth, and Katsuki just chuckles.

“No one asked you angel.” He grins and pulls out again, just slam back in few seconds after. You can feel every vein on his cock, and as his tip hits your g-spot you scream.

“Do I really feel that good?” You know Katsuki is smirking behind you as he says it, and you clench consciously just to make the two boys’ groan.

“Fuck you, that’s mean.” Katsuki gasp and grabs your neck to pull you back again, so he can stare into your eyes.

“Oh really? Cause I just did the same thing as you.” You smile innocently and Katsukis gaze darkens. The intensity in his eyes’ doubles, and maybe teasing him was a bad idea. Because whatever that’s on its way now, is going to turn you into a mess.

“I’m not waiting, we gotta fuck the brat out of them.” He remarks, and as soon as that’s said. He sets a rapid speed pounding into you, as you scream and clench around him. It doesn’t take long for Touya to do that same and start fucking up into you. Their rhythms aren’t the same and it’s worse than if it were. One of them is always hitting your g-spot or your cervix. You’re screaming and the tears are welling up in your eyes. It feels so fucking good, you can’t speak, can’t think. You can’t do anything but take it and scream. The tears have begun to stream down your cheeks, as you whimper and moan.

Their speed doesn’t slow. Their stamina is inane, like machines they just keep it on. You want to stop, want to take a break, but no. You can take this. Take their cocks. Nothing is making you retreat. You got what you wanted. You got them both to fuck you like mad men. And it’s better than you ever imagined. Maybe they are mad man. Not many villains aren’t. But these are your mad men. These two are yours. Your property.

You scream as they keep pumping their cocks in you. You can feel your orgasm nearing. This is going to ruin you. You whole body is tense, your legs are shaking and cramping. You heart is beating at an insane speed. You’re gasping and moaning, barely able to breathe. The tension and the heat building in your abdomen, is such a familiar feeling. But this isn’t going to be a normal orgasm. This one is going to ruin you. These two men are running you. No one will ever be able to touch you like them. No one will ever have that effect on you.

Katsuki and Touya can feel you clenching around them, they know exactly what’s on its way. And they’re not going to stop. Not if you beg, you’re theirs now and you’re going to take everything they have to give. But it may not be today, because both of the boys are already close too. Your moans and whimpers, making them more excited than expected.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You moan, “I’m gonna cum. FUCK!” You almost scream as Touya touches your clit and gently roll it between his fingers.

“Cum for us angel.” That all you need, and you let the orgasm come. You scream and clench as your pussy starts to pulse and cream around their cocks as your orgasm just keeps coming. Your legs are cramping and shaking, and Katsuki must hold them still, so you don’t move too much. Your heart is pounding, and your vision goes white for a second as another wave of your high hits you. You roll your hips against Touyas hips, but none of the boys stop their rhythm, still pumping into you. Making your orgasm never ending.

As you clench a final time around them and fall forward, Katsuki can’t hold it anymore. He cums hard, filling you with his cum, painting your wall white. Stuffing you, and with a final groan he calms down too.

“Please cum in me.” You moan against Touyas’ ear, and he doesn’t need to be told twice. He fills your pussy even more. He thrust hard into you one last time as his last spurt comes, and he’s done too.

Their cum is leaking from you, you pussy is gaping as the two boy pulls out. Leaving you in the bed, whimpering and spent. Katsuki lays down beside you, pulling you into his arms.

“I need to get something from my room, be back in two.” You barely acknowledge Touya leaving, you head is mush. And you can’t even say thank you to Katsuki, you just lay in his arms waiting for Touya to come back.

Touya steps into the room, something in his hand, but you don’t have the energy to really look at it, to figure out what it is.

“Lay still.” Touyas' voice is soft, and something cold is pressed against you pussy. You’re sore and something being pushed into you has you whimpering and crying out. The cold thing gets pushed all the way in. It wasn’t big, just enough to plug your hole.

“Perfect, now everything will stay inside.” Touya chuckles and Katsuki kisses your hair.

“Was it good to be filled by us?” Katsuki asks and you nod, too tired to talk. And before long you're off to dreamland. Dreaming of getting creampied by your two new favourite people.

Thank you so much for reading this, I'm really happy with how it turned out. It's like my favourite work ever. I hope you enjoyed it. It ended up being a little longer than expected *awkward laugh* Also, have an amazing day, love ya<3 I was kind of thinking about writing the back story to Bakugou. So, we get an inside in what happened and how he turned into a villain. I have some ideas, I was just wondering if people actually wanted to read that? And maybe a second chapter of this one?

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YOU'RE A FREAK LIKE ME ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

summary. your rich, older brother drops you off for your first day of college—but he doesn't leave without giving you a pep talk about boys first. | wc. 3.8k+

cw/ tw. dark content (when I say the dove is not dead but it's on life support), dubcon, naive reader, jealousy, possessive behavior, stepcest, corruption kink, pet names (ex. baby), daddy kink, age gap (reader is 19, gojo is 27), intended for 18+ readers

pairing. gojo x fem!reader

an. hello! me again because I guess I can't stay away, heh. I hope you've all been doing well, though :3 reblogs are appreciated!

You’re ten when Satoru comes into your life as your new older brother. An Ivy League sweater and soda-stained jeans hanging off of his tall, lanky frame, his face twisted into a scowl because he’d tripped over one of your Mary Janes you��d left in the middle of the entryway.

It takes a few years for the looks of mild disdain to turn into him kissing your scraped palms when you try rollerblading for the first time or taking you and your friends for a ride in the new sports car he gets when he graduates from business school. Slowly, you form what some might call a weird relationship, closer in some ways that would make other siblings look twice.

“We’re all we’ll ever need,” he’d told you after your stepfather steadily fell out of the picture and when your mother never returned from the grocery store, “just you and me.”

A promise. One you know he intends to keep.

Your brother—stepbrother, he likes to remind you as if it makes a difference—always ensures you’re taken care of. Stocks the freezer with your favorite ice lollies, gets you whatever shiny thing catches your eye, and decorates the spare room in his house for you. It’s nice laying in a big bed that’s all your own, safe and warm under a mountain of soft blankets—no limit to the lengths he’d go to make you happy.

You should feel so lucky to have ended up with such an amazing brother, and you do.

There's just one rule (because, of course, there is) that he holds over your head: no boys.

The air in Satoru’s expensive sports car is tense, and you tap your fingers against your leg to the music quietly pouring through the speakers to alleviate some of the tension. It’s been like this since you told him you wanted to live in the dorms, have new life experiences, and do adult things he won’t let you do.

That last one didn’t go over well.

His long days at the office have been your only saving grace from his sour mood, or else he’s pouting and stomping around the house, clearly unhappy but unwilling to break whatever thin layer of peace is left.

For most of the drive, you keep your gaze averted through the passenger window. It's not until the last several blocks stretch from campus that he finally speaks up.

"You could've stayed with me, you know.”

“I’m an adult now, Toru.”

“And?”

You nearly forget how stubborn Satoru can be when he doesn’t get his way.

"Wouldn't living with my stepbrother take the fun of experiencing my freshman year?” you argue weakly, with your tongue petulantly poking your cheek.

When he doesn’t say anything, you continue with a small sigh. “You also forget you'd have to drive me to classes." Because even though you’re trying to make the case of being a big girl, you’re still not ready to get your license.

"It's not that great, trust me," he tells you for the nth time since you brought up moving out. "And I wouldn't mind, kiddo. I've been doing it for how many years now?"

“But don’t you get tired of chaperoning me everywhere? Plus, what if you bring girls over? They'd be turned off by your little sister still hanging around." You ignore the little niggling ache that sprouts in your chest at the thought of Satoru being with someone.

"You wouldn't have to worry about that. Girls, I mean.” He says the words slowly as if it was stupid of you to suggest that his sex life could possibly benefit from having the house to himself, and again, that feeling grows tenfold.

But if you really think about it, you can’t recall the last time he attempted to date. Maybe back when he was still an undergrad in business school? Either way, you drop the subject because he’ll continue pressing the issue until he’s blue in the face.

You give a little hum when the campus comes into view, your mouth spreading into a smile when you glance at him.

And for a split moment, you’re reminded of how handsome he looks in his sunglasses and the neatly pressed bespoke suit you convinced him to buy for his birthday last year. His long fingers impatiently tap along the shiny steering wheel while he waits for the stoplight to turn green. It’s almost hard to ignore how your stomach flips pleasantly (it always is) when you catch him in moments like these.

It’s another feeling you bury underneath years of calling him your brother—because it’d be dirty to think of him any other way.

“Well, we’re here,” you manage, throat tight all of a sudden. “There’s no turning back now.”

He leans over and places a large hand on your exposed thigh—a gesture meant to be comforting, you’re sure, but it does nothing more than make you squirm in your seat with how close his pinky is to the edge of your skirt.

Satoru squeezes your thigh. “We can always turn around and go back home.”

“But then you’d be late for work.”

“Baby, I’m the boss. I can be late every once in a while.”

Whatever retort you had ready fizzles into white noise the moment he uttered the word baby.

He hasn’t called you that since he used to tease you for being a crybaby. Now, though, it feels different. Sounds different.

“Just say the word,” he continues, oblivious to the unsisterly thoughts that have taken over inside your head, “and we’ll stop by at that little sweets shop you like on our way home.”

The more he brings it up, the more you’re tempted to say yes , to tell him that you already prefer your soft bed over the standard (and most likely hard and well-used) one in your dorm. How you’ll miss his too-large breakfasts for two people and cuddling on the couch in your softest pajamas with your favorite shows playing on the TV—and you feel that he knows this, too.

But you also want to prove to him (or yourself) that you can live independently for a year.

“I’ll be fine, Toru. I’m a big girl, remember?”

You’re practically clinging to him from excitement (or maybe it's nerves) as you scope the residence halls packed with students and their families.

Satoru insists on carrying most of your luggage, even though you tell him you can take it yourself. But he laughs at you struggling to lift the bag full of shoes before he plucks it from your hands and throws it over his shoulder with the other two bags like they weigh nothing.

It takes thirty minutes of wandering around the campus to realize you’re lost, regretting never showing up for orientation in favor of staying at home with Satoru because you’re positive you walked past the Fine Arts building twice.

Luckily, help comes from a cute boy with pink hair sitting at a long plastic table, stacks of paper neatly piled on top, and you finally stop to ask for directions.

His smile is a mile wide when he notices you—a contagious thing that has you shyly smiling back. You quickly disentangle yourself from Satoru so as not to seem lame in front of the boy for hanging onto your older brother. "Hi, I'm Yuuji," he says cheerily. “How can I help you?”

“I can’t find my dorm.” You’re almost embarrassed with how timid you sound.

When you give him your building and room number, Yuuji shuffles through the papers on the table. Then he says your name, pointing at a column marked with a yellow highlighter.

You feel your face grow warm at the little smile he gives you, playing with the tiny S pendant on the gold necklace Satoru gifted you as a graduation present. "Uh, yeah, that's me."

“You just have to take the first left past this courtyard, and it’ll be the building at the very end on the right.” He hands you a map of the area—not before underlining the part that’s your dorm.

“Thanks,” you tell him sheepishly, grabbing the paper from him.

Yuuji gives you another bright smile, head tilting to the side. "I can swing by when my shift ends in forty minutes and show you around if you want?"

You don’t miss the little once-over Yuuji gives you, making you subconsciously tug at your tennis skirt. You’d only picked it out knowing how hot it’d be; now, you are all too aware of how much skin you have on display. Satoru takes that moment to make his presence known behind you by tossing an arm around your shoulders and glaring down at Yuuji, who slightly shrinks back in his chair.

"Uh, sure, thank you," you say quickly, turning away to avoid Satoru embarrassing you further before following Yuuji's directions.

After the little exchange with Yuuji, Satoru stays quiet instead of returning to his montage of making terrible points about why living on campus is the worst idea you’ve ever had, his expression unreadable, stony even, until you open the door to your dorm.

You spin in a circle with your arms spread out. "Look how big it is, Toru!"

He doesn't say anything, and when you look over, his lips are pressed into a thin line as he closes the door and locks it. You assume he’s probably tired from the drive, thinking about work, the suit still sitting at the cleaners—

Those thoughts shatter into tiny pieces at your feet once he sits on your bare mattress and crooks a finger.

“Baby, come here.”

There he goes with that nickname again, your stomach flipping without your say-so.

It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking with his glasses still covering his face, and you huff.

“Toru—”

“I said, come here.” Something in his voice makes you hesitant to disobey. You want to please him. You like it when he’s proud of you, and unlike the months before spent arguing over nonsensical things, you care that he might actually be upset right now—because it’s not often that he’s upset with you.

Satoru watches you with an even stare as you move on shaky legs to stand between his. You’re about to open your mouth to ask him what his problem is, but his fingers grip your jaw, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to bring your face forward.

“It wasn’t very nice of you to ignore me back there. Are you embarrassed of your brother?”

A shudder runs through you at the feel of his minty breath fanning over your lips. He’s too close for you to think clearly.

You shake your head. “I-I’m sorry.”

“Sorry, she says.”

His brows knit together as he mimics the little nod you give. “So you’re not going to let that boy in here? He’s not going to touch what’s mine, right?”

His?

None of the questions you should ask make it to the surface as you wonder about this new development—being his —how you’ve maybe always known but too scared to put it into words.

The hotsweetwrong feeling of his name on your tongue at night while you have your hand underneath the elastic of your sleep shorts is your own terrible secret, and the one time you smothered the word Daddy into your pillow (because you've long since weighed the idea of him filling the place of Daddy and brother) and you couldn’t look him in the eye for three days straight afterward.

One thought layers over the other, and you part your lips to take in more air in hopes of parsing them out but dominating them all—

“Toru,” you whisper.

“Go on,” he nudges, ever patient. “Don’t be a brat. Answer me.”

“No.” It’s an effort to form a proper sentence, every syllable lodged in the back of your throat. “No, he won’t.”

“Oh, baby,” he says, low and patronizing. He clicks his tongue, head cocking to the side. “I think you’re lying.”

Part of you doesn’t know what to say or how to react. Satoru has never talked to you this way or held you in a way that a brother shouldn’t. You can feel him through your skirt, where one of his large hands keeps you planted between his legs, and the callouses on his fingers are so rough against the soft skin of your cheeks.

Sure, you’ve thought of this before when you couldn’t sleep. But that’s all they were, thoughts, small fantasies to help take the edge off on muggy summer afternoons and restless nights—shameless secrets you kept to yourself in the safety of your soft sheets.

This, however, cracks the glass boundary that should never be crossed between family. Even if Satoru isn’t the blood of your blood and his hands stay high above your waist, his lips not quite touching yours. One slight head tilt could change that.

You cling to this small amount of reason and hope to find the same amount of conflict etched into the curve of his mouth, in the crease on his forehead, or in the hard set of his eyes; there’s none, just raw want.

Your bottom lip starts to wobble before you can stop it. You’re not upset as much as you are overwhelmed. “Toru, why are you being so mean?”

“Because you’re mine, baby.” The pad of his thumb smooths over your cheek. “And I have to get that through your pretty little head.”

Then he brings your mouth down to his, licking away the little squeak that falls from your lips. His teeth catch your bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth and kissing you in the heart-stopping way you usually see in movies.

There’s another soft sound that escapes your throat when he pulls you into his lap, your thighs falling on either side of him, barely balanced by your hands on his broad shoulders. His fingers pull apart the tiny buttons on your blouse until it’s falling open to the sides to reveal your baby pink lacey bralette.

“Cute,” he mumbles against the curve of your jaw, and you wonder if he’s also thinking about the time he went with you to buy it.

You whine when his fingers find your nipples through the sheer material, rolling them between deft fingers until they’re flushed and sensitive to the touch. “Daddy!”

It takes you a full moment to realize what you’ve done: how it easily slipped between your teeth in a way it shouldn’t have, just from a few simple touches—not that you could have helped it. Regardless, you feel heat crawl up your neck and his thumb hooking under your chin.

“Say that,” he rasps, jaw clenched, “again.”

And when he drags your hips down against the prominent bulge in his neatly pressed pants, you’re sure the sound of you moaning the word Daddy is loud enough to be heard past the door.

“Fuck,” he breathes, gaze tilting down to where your bodies meet. He pulls you closer, bucking his hips against yours and, this time, bumping into your clit.

“Right there, right there.”

He glances up at you, mouth tilted up ever so slightly. “Yeah? Does that feel good?”

You nod vigorously, tears that had been clumping in your lashes finally falling.

Satoru thumbs them away. “I bet you’re wet, baby. Just from me playing with these pretty tits, huh?”

You’re positive he can feel the wet heat leaking through your underwear, staining his suit. And you can’t say anything other than whimper in embarrassment.

“Poor thing,” he croons. “How about I make it better, okay?”

He brings a hand down between you, and it feels like a little shock runs through you at the feel of him running a finger over the damp fabric of your panties under your skirt—easily finding the pulsing little bundle of nerves there.

“O-oh,” you gasp. Your hands tighten around his shoulders, nails biting into the expensive material of his jacket. “M-more, please.”

“So polite. You like it when Daddy rubs your little clit?” he hums, tongue swiping across your shuddering flesh. “Can you handle more if I give it to you?”

At the first shake of your head, he’s sliding your panties down, helping you sit up on trembling legs until the delicate fabric drops to the floor.

“Look at you,” he runs a thumb through your wet slit, spreading your puffy lips and smearing the slick that's gathered there with imprecise little circles. “All soft and wet. You’re so good when your Daddy plays with you, huh?”

You’re too focused on his finger tracing up to your clit and down to your entrance to answer—shocked at how different Satoru’s fingers feel from your smaller ones. How they bring goosebumps to your skin and make your back arch, how no boy has ever touched you like this—not that your brother has ever really given them a chance to try.

There’s a mix of shame and something else in your gut that the one making you feel this way isn’t just any boy. The problem is that you want this with someone you shouldn’t, and you’re sure no one can give it to you the way he can.

The moment his finger finally sinks inside you to the first knuckle, you jolt in his lap with a choked moan. “Daddy.”

He starts to pump his finger in and out of you, sucking a spot into the underside of your jaw that’s meant to mark. “There you go, baby,” he kisses over it, adding his middle finger to join the first.

They’re easily thicker than your own—two of them feeling like three—touching a soft patch deep inside you that has you squealing and squirming on his lap. Your shaky breaths and the sound of Satoru fingering your cunt fills your room, and you’d be embarrassed if not for the fluttering in your stomach.

And just as you’re about to ask him to make you cum, his fingers slip out of you.

“Not yet,” he says with a smirk.

The whine dies in your throat while watching him unbuckle his belt and tug down his pants to reveal a cock that belongs in porn. It’s thick and long, twitching and leaking from the purpling head. There’s no way it will fit, and you don’t realize you said this aloud until Satoru chuckles.

“It will trust me.”

You cry out when he presses the velvet tip against your clit, until he drags it down, parting you open over and over again to coat himself in the mess between your legs. Then he holds himself at your entrance.

“Go on,” Satoru groans at the feel of your dripping cunt fluttering against him, teeth gritted, and pulse jumping in his neck. “Slide down on it.”

Gnawing on your lip, you try, you really do, but you feel like he’s stretching you to your limit, splitting you in two just from the tip pressing into you alone. Shaky arms and thighs burning to keep you from sinking too fast on his cock.

Your breath sticks in your throat as you slide up his thick length, and then it comes out in one large exhale as you stretch yourself down on him again.

“I-I can’t,” you whimper, huffing. “S’too big.”

“What would those guys say if they knew you didn’t know how to take cock, huh?” he teases, but there’s an edge to his words that swarm your stomach with butterflies and make your eyes well up in humiliation. “Trying to be a big girl, yet you can’t even do this.”

“I’m trying,” you hiccup, wiggling your hips and gasping when he slips in another half-inch.

He grips your hips in large hands, “Here, lemme help. Hold still...Fuck. Fuck—there you go, baby.”

Your eyes roll back when he presses into the hilt, and you can do nothing more than hold on as he starts to bounce you onto his fat cock—working you open until you’re just a pulsing thing for him to use. You clench down hard around him on a particular thrust that makes you see white dots, and Satoru twitches inside you with a feral groan.

"God, baby, look at you," he growls, sucking another mark into your right breast. “So fuckin’ filthy for letting me ruin you like this, letting me stretch this pussy until it’s only fit for me.”

You sob a garbled series of yesyesyes and DaddyDaddyDaddy.

A knock on the door jolts you out of your haze, but he only holds you against him tighter as you try to squirm away—the grip on your hips almost bruising. And his thrusts turn rough and quick at the mere fact that the person on the other side can hear him ruining you for anybody else.

“I’m not stopping until you cream on my cock. I want them to hear how good your Daddy makes you feel.”

Then he reaches down to thumb at your clit and—

You break.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, hands clawing at his back, you release a moan that rings in your ears. Satoru fucks you through the wave cresting in your belly while you shake in his arms, telling you how good you are against your ear until he cums, too, hot and thick inside you.

And again, you’re reminded of how handsome he is as his jaw falls slack and white strands of hair messily fall onto his forehead.

After a moment, his lips trail kisses from the tops of your breasts to the hollow of your throat, rasping, “This is my pussy. Nobody else gets to touch it. You understand?”

Tired but sated, you nod.

He helps you straighten your skirt and button your shirt, kissing your forehead as he stuffs your ruined underwear into the pocket inside his jacket.

A sniffle, his big hand smoothing the hairs away from your face just as you slowly drift through the vast sea of fucked-out bliss and back to your body. “Toru…take me home.”

The smile that slowly splits across his face gives you the smallest inkling that he'd planned for this to happen all along. You were just slow to catch up.

"Stay here. I'll go move the car," he says as he leaves your dorm with the same bags he carried there and his cum still dripping down the inside of your thighs, smirking at the blushing boy with pink hair who still has his hand raised to knock on your door.

...and Yuuji remained there, confused and horny. Thank you for reading:3 I hope you have a lovely day!

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The Fifth Day Of Smutmas

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~ Decorate With Me ~

Alpha!Mattheo Riddle x Bratty Omega!Reader

Summary: Alpha!Mattheo is too lazy to decorate the house for the holiday’s, thinking it useless, you however entice him to decorate one thing at a time as you strip for him, teasing him and escaping his grasp until all that’s left to do is place the ornaments on the tree, leaving him to decorate you.

- kinda AU but not really, Omegaverse and no mentions of magic, implied businessman Mattheo bc thats hot☺️ -

Warnings: 18+ Content!! Language, SexualTeasing, Stripping,Marking Kink, HairPulling(only a lil),Unprotected PinV, Cumplay, Breeding Kink, Consensual Sexual Punishment, D/S Dynamics.

“Come on Matty, pleeease” You begged, standing over Mattheo where he sat, his navy colored business suit contrasting the black leather of the large couch.

“I said no. What’s gotten into you, you always listen to me why the fuck aren’t you now?” He rolled his beautiful eyes away from yours and back to the book in front of him that gripped his attention in this moment far too much for your liking.

“I told you, I want you to decorate with me.” You pouted, crossing your arms and poking your hip out defiantly, “Me and my family decorated every year, and now that we live together you have to too. You’re just holding it off because you’re lazy, you put the tree up weeks ago and it’s still empty.” You sighed, pointing your arm in the direction of the large, bare Christmas tree.

“I think you’re forgetting that I do not have to do anything Princess, and you calling me lazy is rather funny considering I work for the money that pays for everything you can ever desire. So please decorate if you wish, but I’ll be sitting right here while you are.” Mattheo’s voice was laced with indifference as his eyes remained unmoving but focused on the pages in front of him, gripping his glass of bourbon tightly at your intrusion. After days of being denied his help you were fed up, you knew of one surefire way to grab your mates attention and that was of course, you naked in front of him ready to do anything he wished for. But….until he granted your wishes you wouldn’t be granting his.

“Fine. I will just do it all alone.” You stated innocently, walking off as you discreetly began tugging the thin straps of your red gown down your arms, allowing it to slip off your frame and pool around your ankles where it was kicked off towards the man behind you. Mattheo’s knowing gaze immediately latched onto your matching lingerie set and stockings with a scoff before locking with your eyes over your shoulder, licking his lips in an obvious attempt to control himself.

“What do you think you’re doing? Did you fucking plan this?” You giggle as his brows furrow, looking away from him and arching your back much more than necessary as you bent to grab the large box of Christmas decorations you were allowed to take from your parents when you moved in with Mattheo.

You felt his eyes dig into your behind, giving a little shake as you tossed the lid open and began grabbing the lights that were neatly coiled above the many layers of decorations, “This isn’t gonna work y’know,” Mattheo laughed, slamming his book shut and tossing it aside as he pushed himself further down the couch cushion, spreading his legs to give himself more space as he watched you move about the room. The way the hem of your lace underwear was cradling your curves in a teasing manner as your tits bounced against their harsh confines was cracking his reserve already, “You think I can’t resist you prancing about in that….” He spoke in a deeper voice now, clearly affected by your body and clearly trying to convince himself of what he was saying.

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see,” Your face grew warm as you twirled the string of lights around the base of the tree, avoiding his burning eyes as you sauntered around it teasingly, reminiscent of how you would a pole. His eyes trailed along your exposed thighs and stomach, aching to have you in a way he hadn’t felt since your last heat. You weren’t usually such a brat and he was loving every minute of it, he saw how you became whiny after he had told you just a few days ago that he was too tired to decorate, fully intending to do it the next night. However, when you stood there with crossed arms and a deep pout he just had to see it again. Now though, he was losing his patience, he had to have you and he’d do anything for it.

Once the lights shone brightly up and down the tree you stepped back to observe your handy work, placing your hands on your hips as you looked over your shoulder to find Mattheo’s eyes raking up your body until they fell into yours with a silent order you weren’t going to follow. You could sense his desire to gain control again as he always had, but you wanted more from him, you needed more. His little reaction had done nothing to stray you from your plan, you saw in his dark eyes that he wouldn’t last long.

His eyes followed your movements as your fingertips ghosted up your body, tickling against your flesh to slowly grasp the latch of your bra in your steady hands, turning back to observe the tree as though nothing was happening. Mattheo’s breath hitched as you slowly unhooked your bra with your back still facing him, your shoulder blades moving teasingly as you shoved the material onto the floor in front of the partially decorated tree, still not turning to show him your exposed chest. He hissed as you stepped forward again, moving away and out of his sight to grab more decorations, his pants were tightened around his growing dick as he took the last swig of his drink before abruptly standing to follow you.

You noticed his presence behind you immediately, the tension in the room growing as soon as he stepped through the entrance, “You think you can tease me like that?” He asked, voice low as he approached your turned back slowly, each step sending a shiver down your spine and directly to your core as his expensive dress shoes hit the wood below them tauntingly. He chuckled, clearly thinking he had you cornered as he grew closer, gripping your hip in his aggressive hold as he leant over your nude shoulder, his warm breath against your neck filling you with a mix of expectance and defiance of his actions.

In one quick motion, Mattheo’s strong hand spun you to face him, almost knocking you off your feet as they attempted to catch up with the maneuver. His eyes met yours before trailing down your chest with a genuine smile, “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he sighed, his free hand finding your neck as he began melting into your touch. You allowed him to pull you into him, almost touching your lips together before you pulled away, “I need to get this box to the living room, we can get back to this after,” You almost let out a chuckle at the mans dumbfounded expression as you grab the box behind you, conveniently hiding your chest as you maneuvered around his still figure to the door behind him, “It would go way faster if I had some help though.”

“Oh for fucks sake,” Mattheo mumbles to himself as you leave him alone in the spare room, his mind racing with ways of gaining power over the situation but each one required focus he couldn’t obtain while you strutted around the house half naked. So instead he opted to give in….just this once.

The echo of Mattheo’s footsteps didn’t shock you, nor did the growl that escaped his lips as he took in your now entirety bare ass in front of him, the only remaining part of your outfit being the white and red stockings that were driving him absolutely insane with each passing second. “Okay! You win, give me the fucking Santa,” Mattheo snapped, making you turn to him with a wide smile before throwing yourself onto him for a hug, almost immediately stepping out of his grasp quickly as he attempted to pull you back in.

He huffed behind you as you handed him item after item to find a place for in your home, still solely focused on your almost fully nude body in front of him even as he placed miniature Santas and reindeers all around your house. Eventually however all that was left was to place the ornaments on the tree which only took an excruciating 30 minutes before he could finally have what he wanted.

Your face smashed into the couch as Mattheo aggressively shoved you forward, tugging your hips upward as his hand firmly placed against your face, “Do you need me to fuck this attitude out of you Princess?” Your incoherent mumbles of yes go unheard as he forces his fingers into you hair, tugging you upward and against his clothed chest, “I asked you a question,” He whispered against the shell of your ear, nibbling on your flesh before he spoke again, “Now fucking answer it.” He spat out, shoving you back forward as you begged him to fuck you senseless, his hand finding it’s spot against the side of your face once more as he tugged at his belt buckle. The clinking metal sending shocks of pleasure to your core, drenching your entrance as it ached to have your Alpha.

In a matter of seconds, Mattheo tugged his dress pants and boxers only partially down his thighs, leaving you fully exposed and vulnerable in front of him as he lined his leaking cock up to your entrance before plowing into you with no real warning. Stretching you out almost beyond your limit as he immediately set a steady, rough pace to his thrusts, grunting above you as you clutched onto the leather of the couch. “Oh fuck Mattheo, you feel so good,”

Your almost incoherent babbles of pleasure egg him in as he snaps his hips faster against yours, eyes trained on where he disappeared deep into you, pulling out almost completely before slamming back into, pulling a scream of a moan from the back of your throat as he groans at the sound. The feeling of your walls clenching around him, silently begging him to stay inside of you, urging him to fill you up with his cum almost made him lose focus of his goal, snapping his hips harder and faster, his public bone bouncing against your clit every few thrusts as he built up his release.

Your mind was hazy as his warm, rough hand held you against the heating leather, the grip of his other hand on your hip surely leaving an entirely intentional print of his hand that had your mind going dumb as you clamped down around him, your legs shaking each time his tip slammed against you g-spot sending you soaring as your mind fogged, so close to your orgasm it felt almost painful.

“Oh fuck Matty please” You practically screamed, begging to cum as Mattheo slammed into you, the sound of damp skin smacking together echoing across the hardwood floors as you mewled and whined below him, his hard grip being the only thing keeping you in your position as you absentmindedly began bucking back against him, feeding his ego as you bounced on his cock, meeting his thrusts with a lazy smile on your face.

Your moans became whimpers as your walls clamped down on him tightly, unrelenting and desperately trying to hold him inside while you came around him, your legs were shaking uncontrollably against him as you quickly approached your high falling over the edge as Mattheo’s thrusts sped up, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, almost overstimulating you as he grew sloppy. His hips stuttered against you, groaning above you before he was pulling out of you entirely causing a desperate whine to escape you, sending him flying over the edge, shaking uncontrollably as thick spurts of his cum covered your back.

You whined below him, unable to form full words as you clenched around nothing, still coming down from your high as you almost cried at the lack of the full feeling Mattheo always left after filling you and stuffing his fingers back inside to ensure nothing came out. You wiggled your hips as if expecting him to go again just to fill you with his seed.

“Oh my pretty, bratty Baby,” Mattheo mockingly pouted down to you as he mindlessly played with his release covering your back “Are you mad I didn’t fill you up Princess?” Mattheo asks, knowing the obvious answer as he laughs over you condescendingly, “But I thought you wanted me to help you decorate, isn’t that why you thought this all out? Well….think of it as your punishment for being such a little brat to your Alpha.” He chuckled at himself, falling down beside you as he tugged your face into his chest, whispering to you that you did good for him and looked absolutely gorgeous covered in his cum.

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Kirishima Eijirou x Fem!Reader | Word count: 0.5k

Content warnings: infidelity, dubcon (reader is drunk), heavy petting, male masturbation, college au!, frat boy kiri

Kirishima Eijirou is a good guy. Everyone knows him for his bright smiles and manly charm. So it's no surprise to you when he offers to take you home when you're drunk.

Your friend had long since passed out, and Kirishima being the sweet boyfriend he is made sure she was safe in his room before offering to give you a ride home.

"So," he says, voice soft in the warmth of his car, "did you have fun?"

Your head lulls to the side to look at him, eyes glossed over in your drunken state. Kirishima internally curses himself for the hard on he can feel growing as he looks at you. He was a good guy, a good boyfriend always. It didn't hurt to just look, right?

"Sooo much fun," you slur, as glossy lips pout prettily up at him, "wish Sero was there though." This peaks Kirishima's interest. He knows he has no claim over you, that he has his own girlfriend.

But hearing the longing sigh that falls from your mouth at the mention of his frat brother has a pit forming in his belly.

"What's so great about him?" he asks, with a laugh. He's thankful you're so drunk that you don't pick up how cold it sounds.

Another longing sigh falls from your lips along with mumbles on how he has "Great dick," before you're leaning on his shoulder across the center console and falling asleep.

—

Kirishima's gentle with you when he brings you home, big arms cradling you to his chest as he carries you through the halls and into your room.

And, if anyone were to ever ask, it really was all your fault. He was going to be good. He promised himself that he'd drop you off, leave you be. Take his frustrations out with his girlfriend- like he should. But you're pulling him, your hand wrapped around two of his fingers as you beg him to help you change into comfy clothes. Surely after how nice he's been, he deserves some kind of reward, doesn't he?

Kirishima's hands linger, spurred on by your slurred moans, protests falling flat when his hand cups your mound.

"Kiri," you slur, "shouldn't be-shouldn't be doin this."

His free hand pulls his leaking cock out, his tip flushed red. "But look, baby. Look how hard I am f'you. It hurts so bad," he says with faux sadness,

"and I've been helping you out, can't you just help me too?"

It's easy to fall into his words, his soft eyes, because Kirishima Eijirou is a good guy. Your eyes turn into hearts as you stare up at him, watch the way his hand fists his cock while the other runs over your chest. Pinching and pulling at your taut nipples, the way his cock twitches when you let a moan slip from the stimulation.

And when hot ropes of cum fall onto your face, and your name trickles out of his mouth, it's only right that you clean up the mess. He's helped you out after all and besides— Kirishima is such a nice guy, doesn't he deserve more of a reward?

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Day 29: Coercion/Blackmail - Dark!Marauders

Summary: They were waiting for the ideal chance to find you alone and the perfect opportunity arose when they saw you on the Marauder's map as you were sneaking around the Restricted section of the library.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dubious content, mean!marauders, Slytertherin!Reader, manipulation, coercion, blackmail, threatening, scent smelling, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, restrained, panty sniffing, masturbation, nearly caught, dacryphilia

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“Well, well, well boys, look who we’ve got here”, James boasted, shuffling over to where Sirius and Remus sat on either end of the Gryffindor sofa, leaving enough space for him to squeeze in between. The Gryffindor Seeker sat with a smug grin on his handsome face as he displayed the Marauders map for both of his friends to see, pointing directly in the middle where your name hovered.

“Is she in the restricted section of the library?” Remus asked, leaning closer to James to make sure that what he was reading was true.

James looked between Remus and Sirius, still grinning so wide that his cheeks ached, “Yes, she is, Moony. Our slithery little friend seems to be sneaking around in naughty places that she shouldn’t be”.

Sirius sighed heavenly, his body melting back into the overused cushions of the maroon sofa. “Today really is my lucky day”, he admired, all the cruel intentions flashing through his mind with the opportunity presented to him. You were their favourite plaything and had been since the first year. Being in Slytherin, you were natural enemies with the Gryffindors, but as much grief as they gave you, you were always quick to give it back, so it was a constant repeat as to who could best the other.

Now, the opportunity was too perfect for them to pass up on. There you were, in the middle of the night, in the restriction section of the library with no one around, and oh, they were more than ready to confront you. James thought about bringing along his invisibility cloak, but as they were all grown, there wasn’t much space to squish them beneath, so it was easier to use the map to see if there was anyone on the route that they would bump into.

You cursed quietly under your breath; you hated the restricted section. It felt so eerie and dark. However, you were researching some unsanitary subjects that couldn’t be found in the books without chains wrapped around them. Lifting the lamp above your head, you continued to search for the relevant topic, keeping your breathing slow and shallow to listen for any signs that one of the Professors was on patrol nearby.

As you searched through the third row of books, you heard the shuffle of multiple footsteps. Your heart immediately jumped into your throat as you blew out the candle in your lamp and rushed deeper into the restricted section to hide in a dark corner.

“I’d stop running if I were you, little snake. We know you’re here”, Sirius taunted with a cheerful tone to show how delighted he was to be in this situation.

The tip of your wand, defiantly pointing towards them, was what they saw first of you as they held up their wands for light. “What the fuck are you three doing here?” you asked pointedly, rolling your eyes and relaxing the tension that had built since you’d heard the noise.

The three Marauders gathered around you, forming a semi-circle, boxing you into the bookshelf. Even though the four of you were always at loggerheads, you weren’t actually threatened by them. In fact, things between you were borderline between enemies with benefits. They were always upfront about their attraction to you and would frequently tease you because of it. So far, nothing had occurred other than fleeting kisses, but every time the four of you were alone together, the tension was palpable in the atmosphere. You enjoyed this cat-and-mouse game that had developed; even though they were beautiful men, you couldn’t think of anything worse than sleeping with Gryffindors, especially with the rising suspicion from the other Slytherins.

Lowering your wand and tucking it into the pocket of your robe, your eyes flicked between each of them and sharply asked, “How the fuck do you three always find me? Are you stalking me?”

The back of James’ fingers stroked across your cheekbone. A touch that you didn’t flinch away from but gently shoved his hand away as he reached your jaw. Shaking his messy black hair, James smirked, his hazel eyes devouring you in the darkness of his lamp resting on the bookshelf beside you.

Remus’ head condescendingly tilted to the left, “We were just worried for your wellbeing. The restricted section isn’t exactly a welcome place for students”.

It was your turn to develop a smirk as you looked over his body, remembering the event from last week. “You know better than most that I can look after myself, Lupin”. Last Tuesday, he’d accidentally stepped into the way of you practising a particularly brutal jinx during defence against the dark arts.

Remus’ eyelids lowered, so he looked at you through his eyelashes, “I didn’t properly thank you for that one, did I?” Even though he was being sarcastic, you didn’t miss the severe undertone to his baritone voice.

“Poor Moony here had to spend the night in the hospital wing. You’re lucky he’s still just as handsome as before”, Sirius mocks, reaching to grip his friend's face and shaking his head for emphasis until Remus shoves him away.

Once more, you’re rolling your eyes at their antics. “Well, maybe Lupin should watch where he’s walking next time I practise spells”.

James shifts closer as he stands to your left, his body casually leaning against the bookcase, “So hostile tonight, Princess. Do you need some way to get your anger out? I know the perfect way”.

Your eyes seemed to be in a constant state of rolling, finding James’ words more annoying than serious as he licked his bottom lip suggestively.

“Maybe I don’t like being interrupted when trying to do something important. So, why don’t you three run back to your little Gryffindor hiding hole?”.

James cocks his head to the side as he looks back at Sirius and Remus, who has stepped even closer, causing the apples of your cheeks to warm at the increasing temperature, even in the creepy section of the library.

“You know, Moony, I do recall you being head boy”, James casually remarks to Remus, who grins, the pink scars that were still healing down his cheeks stretching with the movement. Glancing down, he held up the shiny pin attached to his pristinely knotted tie, showing you the badge.

“You’d be correct about that, Prongs”.

Sirius now steps forward, mimicking James’ stands, but this time to your right, leaving Remus between them and directly in front of you. “I’d love to know Moony. What would the head boy say to a sneak snake wandering around the castle in the middle of the night and the restricted area no less?” Sirius asks with a fake, quizzical look on his handsome face as some of his long hair slips from behind his ear, causing a sinister shadow to hide part of his smirk.

“Well, Padfoot, I would say to that certain little snake that she was breaking a handful of school rules and deserves to have points taken away from her, a weekend of detentions and the head of Slytherin to be woken and informed”.

You scoff, looking between the three of them as your arms folded across your chest. “Ha ha. You’re hilarious, boys”, your voice is laced with sarcasm, “Your scare tactics won’t work with me”.

“Oh really?” Remus continued, stepping forward and raising his hands to rest on either side of your head, pressing into the chains surrounding the books as he dropped his head to be eye level with you. “The thing is, Love, I’m not joking. Why would I abuse my powers like that?” Glancing over his shoulder to Sirius, he asked, “How long do you think it would take you to get to Slughorn’s office? A couple of minutes?” he turned back towards you. “I’m sure he could get there before you do. Professor Slughorn will be very interested to hear why his favourite student is walking around the restricted section in the middle of the night, don’t you agree?”

Your stomach twisted with unease as your confident exterior began to crack. “Why the fuck would you three care where I am? It’s got nothing to do with any of you. I could just as well wake up Professor McGonagall and tell her you’re all out of bed”.

Remus purses his lips as he fakes contemplation, but it is Sirius who speaks next, joy evident in his voice, “Ah, you see, the thing is beautiful; there’s three of us and only one of you. All it would take is one of us to hold you here and another to go and wake our friend Sluggie. And oh, would you look at that? There’s still one of us spare to help hold you down”.

Your heartbeat begins to increase, causing palpitations beneath your ribs as your anxiety begins to take over. “You guys aren’t funny, you know. You’re wasting my time.” You attempted to keep the facade up that you weren’t bothered by their words, but you knew they weren’t messing around.

Remus suddenly grips your cheeks, causing you to startle and jolt at the rough hold he had, squishing your lips out and forcing your eyes to look only up at him. “We aren’t joking around. We think it’s about time the Slytherins stop getting away with everything, and what better example to use than their silver star? I’m sure you’d continue to be everyone’s favourite when I take away; hmm, would 50 house points be sufficient?”

Your heart felt like it would pound out of your chest as you stepped closer to him, now toe to toe, and the tips of your noses nearly brushed together as you tried to look as vicious as possible. “50?! What the fuck is your problem, Lupin?” As you spoke, your fingers reached into your robe to grab your wand, but James was quicker, muttering expelliamous and catching your wand with his nimble fingers.

James tutted, shoving your wand into his pocket within his robe, “You know, Moony, I think another 10 points for the bad language might be a good idea. Why don’t you do that, and Padfoot will go and wake up our favourite potions master?”

You were breathing at a dizzying pace as you looked away from Remus to watch with fear as Sirius began to strut away, his arms swinging leisurely. “Wait! Wait, please!” Sirius stopped walking, turning to look over his shoulder to show you the dazzling smile and quipped up his eyebrow as he waited for you to continue. “What- What do you guys want?” you couldn’t help the stutter, shoulders dropping in defeat as you slumped back against the uncomfortable bookcase.

The long-haired Marauder swaggered back over, delighting evidence on his face as he returned to leaning beside you. A single finger grazes beneath your chin, hooking onto the end and tilting your face towards James as he bragged, “You know what we want”.

Of course, you knew, it was all they ever asked with their perverted minds, always talking with their dicks and then their hearts. It had always been a joke because that was all you had taken it for, a hilarious, sleazy joke.

“That’s always been a joke, so quit playing around”, you say, but the fighting your voice has dimmed.

“Does it look like we’re joking?” James asks.

“So what is this? You’re all blackmailing me so that you can get your dicks wet? I’m sure there are plenty of other pathetic girls who would be more than happy to do what you’re asking”, you say with as much venom as you can muster, but there was no denying the core-clenching pulse that ran through your pussy.

“Oh honey, you know it’s not our dicks that we want to get wet, and there’s no other cunt we’d rather be licking than yours”, Sirius says, tilting his head up to talk in his sweet purr that had your thighs squeezing together in an attempt to relieve some tension that had increased tenfold in your clit. All three of the men in front of you noticed the movement and had to adjust their stances, seeming to be as tall and intimidating as possible, but that only made you more horny.

With all of the previous times that they had made sexual advances, they had not once mentioned their own pleasure. All they’d ever asked and begged to do was have a taste of your pussy.

‘Give us a taste’, ‘I bet you’re nice and sweet’, ‘I can get you gushing against my tongue, Princess’.

It was always comments like these that had you either jinxing them, rolling your eyes or simply walking away to the comfort of your bed, curtains closed so you could imagine the acts with your fingers between your legs. It was almost a daily occurrence that you masturbated to the thought of the three of them in your bed, and it would be easy just to give in and say yes to their requests. Still, you would never lower yourself to sleeping with a Gryffindor, let alone the three most arrogant and infamous students throughout Hogwarts.

However, now you were stuck between a rock and a hard place. You knew that if you said no, you could have the detention and deducted points, and they would happily walk you down to Slughorn's office. But, to be truthful, there was a small part of you that was becoming bored with the cat-and-mouse chase, that part being your cunt.

Sirius replaced the finger under your chin, turning you to look up at home, “So? What do you say? We don’t expect anything from you, but each of us gets a taste, and we’ll let you go on your merry way”.

You sigh through your nose, chewing on your bottom lip as you contemplate your answer, even though you know already what you are going to say. “I know I’m going to regret this”.

Sirius moves so close that you can see the different shades of grey in his eyes, “Trust me, Sweetheart, you aren’t going to regret this for a second. I can guarantee that”.

Your eyes flick between his and his dangerous lips, a movement that has him grinning and showing his perfectly pearly teeth, knowing your answer because you even say it.

“Fine. But I’m not touching any of you, and after, you have to promise that you’ll let me walk away without losing any points or waking up Slughorn”.

“Your wish is our command, ma’am” James dramatically bows to add to the performance.

Your sigh brushes over Sirius’ face as you move back to look at them individually. “So how do you want to do this? Shall we go to a classroom or something?”

Remus shakes his head, nodding towards your skirt, “Take off your underwear”.

Okay, so they were expecting to do it in the middle of the restricted section of the library. You were thankful for wearing a skirt to keep some of your modesty as you shimmied the material down your legs and stepped out of it. Before you could hide them in your pocket, Sirius was snatching them from your hands and stuffed them into his back pocket.

As your mouth snapped open to argue with him to give the underwear back, Remus was distracting you by dropping onto his knees. As he lifted the edge of your skirt, Sirius and James grabbed onto a leg each and lifted you to sit on the shelf of the bookcase, holding each limb up until your knees were as close to your chest as possible, spreading you open for Remus.

All you were able to do was hold onto the sturdy shelf above your head, fumbling with your words with how embarrassed you were to be completely exposed to them all as the positioning of your legs now pushed your skirt away.

Remus groaned hungrily, taking a deep sniff as he leaned in close. You gaped at him, internally cringing and embarrassed that he was actually smelling your arousal. Before you could tell him to stop, his hands were roughly parting your folds, presenting your dripping hole further for him as your hips bucked at the contact. It was filthy watching him stick his long tongue out and lick a long strip from your perineum up to your engorged clit.

His big green eyes never left yours, and you were captivated by looking away, crying out and needing more as it truly dawned on you that this was actually happening. Remus seemed to simultaneously be touching all parts of your cunt with his wet, wide tongue, digging into your clenching hole, slurping out the juices that were seeping out and then lewdly sucking on your bundle of nerves until you were whining from the overstimulation.

It was all Remus had ever wanted, and it seemed he was good at it, and for a second, you regretted all the time wasted having said no to them all. Your fingers dropped to hold onto his head, keeping him close and using it to try and buc your hips to ride his face, but with the men holding up your legs, it was difficult to move.

If he was spelling your name with his tongue against your clit, he was delving it as deep within your cunt as possible. The noises coming from both you and him were filthy, and it took an embarrassingly short amount of time before you were cuming, eyes closing and head tilting back as your walls clamped down around his tongue in quick bursts of euphoria.

He didn’t stop stimulating you until you were slumping back against the books, and Sirius was quick to drop your leg and replace the positions with Remus, dropping to his knees in front of you as Remus stood, still licking his lips and holding onto your leg.

To their credit, they only used their mouths, and for a minute, you had contemplated begging for more, but your ego kept your lips sealed tightly. Sirius didn’t give you any time to try and catch your breath before he had his own taste, his mouth warmer than Remus’. With his tongue sticking out, he shook his head like he was trying to dig his way right into the centre of your core.

Your fingers were sliding through his silky hair, pulling on him to try and get him to slow down, but he liked the pain that came with the hair pulling, so it only pushed him on further. Sirius's hands rested on your hips, pulling your body onto the edge of the shelf so he could move his face harder against you. As he fucked your pussy with his tongue, he pushed the tip of his nose against your clit, sending scorching pleasure into your abdomen.

Just as you were on the very brink of an orgasm, Sirius’ mouth disappeared from you entirely so he could watch your body tremble and pulse with the need to cum but not be given the proper stimulation for it.

“Fucking hell Sirius, just let me cum already!” you hissed at him, losing some of the control over the situation.

Sirius doesn’t say a word, but he does laugh heartedly as his face attached to your mound once more, delving between your folds and licking until you were cumming with mind-spinning pleasure.

James didn’t even wait until your orgasm had subsided before he pulled back Sirius’ head and shoved him out of the way, dropping to his knees and beginning his feast. Sirius didn’t argue with him but stood to hold onto your leg, the lower half of his face gleaming with juices and pink from being rubbed against.

The glasses on James’ face were cold against your skin as the rim of them pressed into your mound. He gathered as much spit onto the tip of his tongue and let it drip over your pussy, spreading it around with his tongue until you were as sloppy as possible. This only added more pleasure to do, feeling how wet everything was down there, the whisps of air cooling certain areas before he was back sucking and licking at it.

Just as you were getting into it and falling into the pleasure that was causing your body to jolt as you were becoming extremely overstimulated, a heavy thump sounded from the entrance to the library. A breath later, all of the lamps were extinguished by Remus’ wand, descending you all into darkness as you anticipated them all to stop. Except, they didn’t. James continued as if nothing had changed, but now his hand was covering your mouth to help keep your moans muffled.

You were beyond tense, hands shoving at any body part of the three men you could reach, trying to stop them from holding you in place. A faint light glowed from a few rows away, and to your horror, you realised just how close you were to being caught by one of the professors, being held down and eaten out by three men.

It was so overwhelming that a few tears escaped the corner of your eye as a quiet sob slipped from your chest. Remus pushed his body in closer, “Shhh Princess, it’s ok. Once you cum for prongs, this all stops”.

Thankfully, as he finished talking, the light began to disappear, and the Professor decided there was no use checking the restricted section as there was never anyone this far into the room. With the light gone, you could finally lose control, still crying as James sucked violently for as long as he could against your clit until you were bucking your hips and flooding his mouth with squirt as you came hard.

It took a long couple of seconds for your pussy to calm down from the orgasm, but even as your walls stopped contracting, they still continued to throb in time with your heartbeat. Your entire body was aching, especially your legs and chest from where you’d been crying. The lights of their lamps were illuminated once more to reveal James looking at a piece of parchment, announcing that the coast was clear. You didn’t have the energy to ask what he was holding as Remus and Sirius helped your feet back to the ground.

With your legs now together, you could feel just how swollen and puffy your clit and folds were from being poked and prodded by three mouths. Your knees also struggled to hold your weight as you clung to Remus, who helped you stay upright and find the energy to stand by yourself.

For once, there are no condescending or mean words coming from him as he gently cups the back of your head and strokes the space between your shoulders in calm circles as your sobs slow to a quiet hiccup.

Eventually, as the clock tower bell chimes to symbolise that it is 2 a.m., you are able to pull away from Remus, wiping the wetness from your face with the back of your robe and then straightening your skirt. Glancing over to Sirius, you held out a hand to him and a hand to James.

James gave you back your wand, but Sirius simply patted himself down and looked at you with a frown, “Hmm, seems I’ve lost your underwear. Sorry, Princess”.

You don’t have the energy to argue with him as you sigh, “You don’t tell a soul about what’s happened here.” You point your finger at each of them, but James responds.

“Wouldn’t dream of telling anyone. But I will be dreaming about you tonight when I’m touching my cock with your taste still in my mouth”.

Your face heats with embarrassment as your eyes trained on the floor, lifting your lamp and beginning to limp away, trying to hold as much dignity as possible. Still, it was difficult with how uncomfortable and sensitive you were feeling, depending on bookcases to lean on as you made your way out of the library and back towards the Slytherin common room.

As soon as you are out of sight, Sirius sighs, dropping hushed back against the bookcase you were just leaning on and unzips his pants, pulling your underwear that he hadn’t lost from out of his pocket and holding it up to his face. With his cock free, he has no shame as he touches himself vigorously and, in a matter of seconds, cums all over the floor.

Remus frowns, looking down at the thick globs decorating the floor, “Really, Padfoot? You couldn’t wait until we were back to the dormitory?”

“I’ve never had blue balls like that in my life. It was fucking hurting Moony, give me a break”.

Remus shifts his own cock in the restraint of his trousers as James says over his shoulder, “She's heading straight towards Filch. Shouldn’t we go and stop her?”

Rems peers over his friend's shoulder, looking at the open Marauders map and watches as your name floats towards Filch. The tallest Marauder shrugs, “No, it’ll teach her a lesson about being out of bed after hours”. They all share a dark grin and begin to gather their stuff before walking out of the library.

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Kintober Day Six: Dubcon- Kars x AFAB!Reader.

CW: Dubcon (fear tactics and power imbalance), kars x AFAB! Reader, degradation, piv (unprotected), fingering, slapping, cream pie (don’t be stupid), breeder!kars

18+ MDNI !!!

You had heard rumors of three gods running around and stealing women from your village circulating. While they called themselves gods they were anything but that, your mother referred to them as devils. They were fearsome, those who had run into them never came back into town the same, frozen in terror from the battle for their lives, never to speak again. Everyone was frightened, terrified of what they would do to their mothers, sister and daughters. And even more terrified of what they’d do to the men who’d try to stop those evil gods from taking them away.

It was an unspoken rule in most households that people would return home before it was too late, or else be met with the same fate as all the other missing persons. You weren’t afraid, you almost laughed at the idea of these “gods” or “devils” existence. You chopped it up to a few parents trying to scare their children into going to bed on time. However this couldn’t be anything but wrong.

You went out one night with a few friends, sneaking out late to go dancing at a small bar in the corner of town near the villages entrance. You had realized you had gotten far too tipsy and decided to walk home alone, that way the rest of the group could have their own fun. You stumbled around, the nights air still hot from the summers heat. You walked up to the cobblestone wall that was the entrance of the village and leaned against it looking out towards the nearby forest. You exhaled amusingly, rolling your eyes at the thought of a few men running around without any clothes on and stealing girls and men to eat- or “worse”.

“Sure, cause why not?” You laughed to yourself. You had enough courage- or stupidity- to walk over to the small forest, ditching the idea of going home. You didn’t really care about getting home, besides, you needed to clear your mind.

You felt the leaves crunching under your footsteps, moonlight seeping through the gaps of branches in the trees. You looked up at it, it was a beautiful, clear night! You couldn’t help yourself but to venture further in and get an even deeper appreciation for the forest everyone refused to go into.

“What a bunch of pussies,” you snickered, kicking a small rock along the side of a short stream. You followed the stream up until you accidentally kicked the rock into the water. You groaned, then looked around for a log to turn over and maybe sit and meditate at for a while.

As you kept looking around the area, you noticed a small house in the middle of the forest. You were intrigued, remembering how there was an old couple rumored to have lived there before they had been eaten or killed- whichever came first.

You walked up the small stone path that led to the house, sure that it must’ve been abondoned years ago to look this awful. As you approached the broken door you heard some rustling in the trees above. You froze, thoughts of the gods flooding your mind.

“No… t-they’re not real. They can’t be.” You told yourself.

“Who isn’t real, tell me mortal?” Came a gravely voice from behind your ear. You froze, staring at the door in front of you with worry. You closed your eyes, hoping you would wake up from whatever drunken dream you had found yourself in.

You felt a large hand wrap around your jaw, forcing you to look over your shoulder. You kept your eyes shut tight.

“Open your eyes, small one. Show some respect.” His voice reverberated in the woods and your legs felt weak, shaking underneath you in fear.

You slowly opened your eyes, looking in the face of the large man behind you. His eyes were a piercing red, illuminated by the full moon. He had large, bulging muscles, with his hair wrapped in a sort of black headdress, a dark curl draped over his forehead. You let out a gasp, the man smirked.

“Y-You’re…” Your eyes started to well with tears, heart beating a million miles an hour.

“You’re shaking.” He said. grabbing your jaw harsher and turning you around to face him. You fell down on your ass hard, you let out a grunt as you hit the ground. “Tell me why you’ve come out here so late. Don’t your people know not to go looking for trouble by now? Or do I have to make an example out of you?” He grumbled, lowering down to your level, his face inches away from yours.

“I…” You breathed out, the most you could muster.

“Speak when spoken to!” He barked, teeth almost bared.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know… honestly.” You felt tears fall down your cheeks and you couldn’t stop them from flowing, fear confusing you entirely. “Please… please just don’t eat me.” The reality of your mortality being at stake was thrown in your face as he pushed your head back into the grassy dirt.

“Eat you? Now why would I do that?”

“B-Because you’re the devil,” you sniffed. He smirked, teeth flashing at you. He ducked down to your face, you could feel his breath against your skin. His tongue came out of his lips and caressed your cheek, tasting your salty tears.

“On second thoughts, maybe I should. You taste sweet.” He laughed as he watched you squirm underneath him, for some reason you were getting turned on.

“Make no mistake, human. I am no mere devil, I am a god. I am a pillarman. I am Kars. Your kind was able to seal me away and wake me up. My kind is far beyond your time and even father beyond your comprehension.” His hand was placed on your thigh, it hiked itself up slowly.

“With time comes the need for growth. And because of my peoples erasure, there are no pillarwomen to reproduce with. My brothers and I have been able to a capture a few of your women, yet they couldn’t handle what we gave them.” Kars’ hand was under your long skirt now, your thigh quivering under his touch.

“We couldn’t have just let them go, we have an image to maintain- soon to be humanity’s most perfect beings.”

“W-What happened to them?” You asked through tears. He chuckled.

“You’re soon to find out.” His hand shot up, ripping your panties off of you and rubbing a circle along your engorged clit. You let out a whimper, he quickly covered your mouth.

“Quiet. My brothers are inside that building you’ve found. Do you want them to come out here and do this to you as well?” He asked, eyes staring daggers into you. You shook your head viciously. “That’s what I thought.” He picked you up bridal style and brought you further into the woods. You felt terrified, unsure of your fate. Yet entirely aroused due to his gorgeous being and opulent touches.

Kars set you down on the ground, in a small patch of flowers. He looked at you with a smirk.

“How pretty.” He said softly, licking your cheeks for more of your delicious tears. “The women from your village had almost died in fear the moment we set eyes on them. You however are different. Maybe you can handle the strength of a pillarman. Maybe you’ll be a perfect specimen to bare our children.” Your blood ran cold.

His hand attacked your clit again, flicking your bud with little to no effort while you panted heavily, moans escaping your lips. His fingers slowly dipped down, prodding your hole before his thick didgets thrusted into you.

“AH!” You threw your head back, your back arching deeply as you lightly pushed your hips down on his hand.

“I guess I was right, mortal. You are a perfect specimen. Nice and tight… warm… wet…” he trailed off as he pumped his fingers inside of you, feeling your velvety walls clamp down in bliss as if you were real estate. “I’d bet you’re fertile, nobody could possibly be this wet already.”

“P-Please… Kars, don’t get me pregnant,” you felt so embarrassed saying that, tears forming out of embarrassment now.

“Shut up, human!” He snapped, slapping your clit. You yipped, pleasure and pain surrounding you entirely as his hand retracted from your pussy. “I could always just eat you instead, would you rather that?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

“No! P-Please don’t my god…” you cried. Kars let out a booming laugh, going back to rubbing your clit.

“How amusing…” He sighed humorously. Kars sat up tearing your clothes off of you and your nipples hardened in the air. You shuddered, the air that once felt warm now feels cold after the night had gotten longer. “Cold, are we?” He asked. You nodded.

Kars had taken off his headdress, a giant mass of curly hair came falling beautifully down his shoulders and muscular back. You could see his horn even better now. His hair created almost a wall around you, keeping your body warmth in that area. He adjusted his loin cloth and you looked down. His cock sprang out and hit his chiseled abs. You looked at its menacing menacing girth with fear and put a hand on his abdomen trying to push him away.

“You’ve been so good, don’t ruin it, mortal.” Kars sighed with disappointment. He flashed his teeth at you and out of fear you withdrew your hand. “Oh, look at that? You can listen.” he hummed.

He grabbed the base of his thick cock and ran it along your folds, eliciting a mewl out of you. Kars smirked, then thrusted into you with an incomparable force. You let out a scream, feeling his length pummel into you with a blissfully agonizing stretch.

“What a nice cocksleeve you are. In all my years i’ve never had a pussy this tight.“ He parted you almost violently.

He set the pace hard and fast, opening you up with his rod. Kars pounded you, watching how you bobbed up and down on his length, shifting under the grassy flowers with each thrust. He grabbed your hips with such force you were sure his fingertips could’ve bruised you. He held you in place while he drilled you, your eyes had rolled back and you gripped the dewy grass underneath you for stability.

Your moans filled the air and your walls fluttered around him, your slick painting his length as the sounds of his skin slapping against yours filled your ears. You felt a pool of drool slip past the corner of your mouth as you whimpered underneath his giant frame. Kars down at your face and smiled wide.

“Oohhh, that’s nice… how wicked. Enjoying how i’m taking you in these woods, mortal? I knew you had it in you…” Kars smiled.

His lips crashed into yours and his tongue parted your lips hungrily. He tasted your spit, coating his tongue in the drool you had. His strong tongue felt heavenly against yours and you suddenly felt an intense hunger for it. You lifted your head up and tangled your tongue with his, occasionally choking on the mixed saliva as your breaths became shallower and your moans became more frequent.

His tongue made love to yours while his cock pummels you til your hilt with all the sexual frustration of 2000 years had built up inside of him.

“Such a good whore, all i had to do was discipline you a little and already you’re far more obedient than the ones that came before you. In fact, I think you’re starting to like this.” Kars’ hips snapped against your even harder, although sloppier. You had a feeling he was going to cum.

“Haah-“ You moaned, before he shoved his tongue back into your mouth, swirling with yours. He withdrew it again, a string of saliva keeping you two together.

“Such a perfect hole… Well worth the wait. After all this fucking you still can barely take me, quite the feat if you ask me.” He purred, sucking a part of your neck into his mouth.

You were seeing stars as he trusted deep into you, cumming around his thick cock and strangling his length. Kars grunted, fucking you even harder through your orgasm until he was letting his own moans slip through his lips and spill his huge load of hot cum deep into your abused pussy.

Both of your bodies were covered in sweat when he picked your naked form up in his arms. He plunged a finger inside of you to keep his seed in as he started to bring you towards the house.

“I quite like you mortal, I’ll keep you as my own. I’ll have to fight Ecidici and Wamuu to keep them off of you. Those fools would probably ruin you, they have no clue how to take care of their things.” He looked down at you, watching you shake under his gaze.

“Don’t be fooled, this doesn’t mean you’ll be getting away free. You’ll be my new fucktoy, with only the purpose of taking my cock and baring me new heirs. We’ll have to do this every day, over and over until you get all swollen with my children. And even then, you’ll probably still be irresistible.”

AN: still catching up my bad guys lol.

tag list: @fuckmachine42069 @pasdasin @alien-girl-violet

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FUELED APOLOGY ☾

angry sex w mma toji, minutes before a match

tags — heavy nsfw, locker room sex, slight exhibitionism (they can def hear), angry toji, marked upp, dumbification, spit kink, cum dump, fingering, locker room sex, soft toji, apologetic toji, biting, unprotected,

the silent treatment was probably the single most annoying thing you could possibly do to toji. he’ll take anything else, yelling, screaming, hitting, kicking… just acknowledge him. but when you’re dead silent, blank stare; pretending he doesn’t even exist! now that makes him feel like shit…

he couldn’t even grasp the depths of your anger, until you began giving him the cold shoulder.

“you can’t answer a text anymore?” he’s leaning over the couch, eye bags dark and heavy, considering he stayed up all night waiting for you to come back home.

you don’t even look at him. you’re just taking off your shoes and padding your way to the bedroom. the door slamming shut. even when he slides under the covers, completely exhausted, his fingers grazing your arm filled with goosebumps, you slide further away.

“stop acting like a child—“ he honestly should’ve kept his mouth shut, next thing he knows, you were grabbing a pillow and dragging your feet down to the living room. he groans into the covers.

it didn’t matter that he’d come down after a few minutes. his fingers brushing your cheek before gently scooping you into his arms and carrying back into bed. his lips brushing your cheek in your deep sleep, so he can doze off beside you. finally able to sleep.

yet the morning would come and you’d be gone again, until he’s staying up again, waiting for you.

“seriously?” he immediately follows you into the bedroom as you ignore his greeting. “I fucking get it, now will you talk to me? I know you’re pissed, so just fucking give it to me!” his chest was boiling as he watched you pull off your clothes, stepping into the shower.

he sat quietly on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, resting his head back as he watched you shower through the steamed glass. his mind was shutting down, he didn’t like fighting with you. he knew he had a temper, and he could be stubborn, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t do anything for you!

his eyes fluttered open hearing you step out of the shower. rubbing his eyes, gaze set on your movements, his following the water droplets slide down the small of your back. the pretty way your nipples start to perk from the change in temperature.

you had to swallow your own love in order to walk past the tired man. he’s been overworking himself these past couple of weeks in order to get in shape for this upcoming match. you wanted to do your best to support him.

you hated seeing him so stressed all the time. but when you decided to try and help him when he was out training on the beach with his team, sprinting from one end to the other. you wanted him to know that you were there for him. even though you were busy with your uni classes and stressed from your own shit, you didn’t want toji to think he was alone.

so you brought your work to the beach, as he trained. was it really support when you’re laughing and chatting and letting every guy known to man, hit on you?! the emperor of mma wasn’t insecure. he knew you’d never do anything. yet, it still sent his blood sizzling, upset that you came here, all for you to start talking to these men—

“y/n!” the sudden shout of your name had your ears perking up, eyes shifting to the broad shouldered man, heaving by the ocean. you didn’t hesitate to grab the energy drink, happy that you can finally help as you sprinted to your boyfriend.

“how’s training? i was getting worried since you haven’t taken a break in so long—“

“what’re you doing?” the cut in his sentence had your brows pinching, still waiting for him to take the drink from your hands.

“nothing? was just waiting for yo—“

“nothing?” he repeats, his green eyes were as dark as the night forest.

“um…” you itch your cheek awkwardly. “i think you’re tired, I also brought some protein bars and sandwiches. just eat one—“

“go home,” he takes the drink from your hand. your eyes shift to his.

“I’ll leave in a couple minutes, I’m just—“

“I don’t wanna fucking see you right now. you’re distracting me, and it’s not helping!” he couldn’t make excuses. was it his fault? he was tired, and you were distracting, laughing and chatting away with these strangers—

“i didn’t mean to distract you. I came to—“

“I didn’t ask. so thanks, but you can leave now,” toji turns away from you, handing back the drink. “text me when you get ho—“ he glances over his shoulder to see you already grabbing your things and leaving.

he was praying that he didn’t fuck this up. especially when he didn’t get a text from you, of course he had to spam your phone with messages asking if you got home safely. was it a relief when he came home to see you already asleep?

“y/n?” his voice is low as he kneels beside the bed, palm gently holding your cute face. so soft. your eyes slowly open, brows pinched as you look at him. “why didn’t you text me?”

“didn’t wanna be a distraction,” your words laced with tired sarcasm.

toji drops his head, letting out a sigh. “seriously?”

“seriously, what?” you snap, sitting up on your elbow.

“it’s not a big deal. I was stressed,” toji’s hand drops on the mattress, as he rubs his eye.

“whatever,” you didn’t even want to bother anymore. you turn over, not wanting to talk to him, but the grip on your shoulder told you otherwise.

“you’re not done talking,” he looks at your pinched expression, clearly pissed off. “what do you want me to do? apologize?”

“you’re such a dick sometimes,” you push his hand away from you. “I was trying to support you, and you don’t even care.”

“I do care!” he groans, why is this so difficult for him? “I just don’t need every dude with a fucking dick, hitting on you—“

“do you not trust me?” you’re practically glaring, which toji hates.

“stupid ass question,” he huffs, standing up. “you don’t think I trust you?” he’s pulling off his dirty clothes, tossing them to the side.

“no I don’t think so,” you sit up, face hurting from how long you’ve been frowning.

“then you’re causing problems for no fucking reason!” he slams the bathroom door, causing the entire room to shake.

“dick,” you mutter, biting your cheek as you hug your legs.

the cold shower was honestly what he needed. once the freezing water hit his back, it ultimately cooled his heated mind. what the fuck did he just start?

“sweetheart?” toji dries his face as he steps out the bathroom. immediately noticing the empty bed. “fuck me.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” toji is pressing his face in your neck, big body hugging your small frame as the steam from the shower slowly slips out. you don’t answer, just twisting the knife even deeper. you were angry, still. “are you gonna come tomorrow?”

you squirt some moisturizer on your fingers, before rubbing it on your face. his chin rests on your shoulder as he watches you through the mirror. if only his fans saw how much of a baby he gets when you give him the silent treatment. he could almost cry right now.

“y/n, please,” his arm squeezes your middle tighter, his beefy arms completely latched onto you as you don’t even bother to meet his gaze. “i need you there.” he mutters quietly. he was so tired, so when you ignore him again he decides to pull himself away.

your heart clenched. were you being too mean? you crawl onto the bed after getting dressed, he’s already asleep. his chest rising and falling as he kept his arm outstretched, an unconscious habit once you started dating, the invitation for your body to snuggle into him, always there.

your fingers gently caress his cheek, sitting beside his chest as you watch the deep even breaths. he always looks so peaceful. his body exuded warmth, practically seducing you into his arms. you wondered if he’ll be alright. yes, you were giving him the cold shoulder, but that didn’t mean you didn’t care.

especially with his habit of fucking you. was he going to be alright. it wasn’t impossible for him not to fuck before a match, but if he didn’t, it usually made him more aggressive in the cage. a couple warnings from the referee was not uncommon.

your lips softly pressed against his, eyes closing as you felt his own lips push back. your heart skipped a beat…he always has this effect on you.

his arm snaked around your waist, laying you down as he immediately hugged your middle, letting your inviting arms hug his shoulders as you caressed his hair coaxing him to sleep.

the moment was so intimate. you almost forgot you were still angry with him. however, toji most certainly did not forget. especially as the stadium erupted in cheers and applause as the fans awaited their fighters.

you sat in the front row. of course you came, you knew how much he’s been training. this silent treatment shit was not going to stop you from still supporting him….but….you felt your heart ache for a moment….it still felt like shit. felt like shit when he wouldn’t acknowledge what you do for him—

“y/n,” tojis manager, shiu’s hand suddenly brought you back.

“what—“

“can you come with me?” shiu was already dragging you up, holding your shoulder as he escorted you.

“what’s wrong?”

“he won’t stop asking for you,” shiu was stressed, clearly. it was less than half an hour before the match, what could possible be wrong with toji?

“did something happen??” you’re suddenly panicking, moving quickly down the hallway. what’s wrong? is he injured? does he feel sick?

“I don’t know, he’s not answering anyone,” you’re bursting into the locker room, eyes immediately falling onto the fighter sitting on the bench, hunched over, face in his hands.

“toji?” you’re immediately leaning down, your hands carefully on top of his as you try to speak. “what’s wrong—“

“everyone out,” toji snaps, his team all looking at one another panicked.

“toji we need to get you ready—“

“everyone fucking out or I’m not doing this match!” he shouts, startling you, but you look over at shiu nodding your head. trying to give them some kind of reassurance.

“we’re waiting outside,” shiu rubs his face, as he closes the door behind the last person. your attention now shifting back to your boyfriend.

“is everything oka—“ his lips suddenly crash into you. fingers firmly holding your jaw as his tongue slips into your mouth. you’re completely caught off guard, hands holding his wrists, whining as he pushes you against the lockers, arm wrapping around your waist pressing you firmly into his chest—

“toji!” you gasp, breath heavy as you meet his gaze. “what’s going on—“

“I do need you,” he groans, aggressively shoving his shorts down to allow his very erect cock to spring out, pre cum leaking out of the tip as he kisses your lips. “don’t ignore me again, i fucking hate it!” he bites your bottom lip, causing your voice to crack, whining. “answer me—“

“toji, they’re outside—“ but he’s already pulling your panties off, lifting your skirt as he drags his fingers through your folds.

“I trained this pussy so well,” he groans, kissing your lips. “ya get so wet just from kissin’ me,” he smiles, knees kicking your legs further apart as you whine, trying to hold his shoulders for balance.

“you never apologized,” you turn your cheek away, disconnecting his lips from yours as you try and catch your breath. “I came here to support you, but that doesn’t mean I forgive you,” your jaw clenched, trying to hold your composure, only to yelp as you felt his teeth sink into your neck.

“you’re pissing me off,” his fingers pushed into your pussy, your walls sucking him as you let out a strangled moan, the squelching wasn’t helping you either. “still have something to say?” he snaps, sucking bruises along your neck and shoulder as he pumps his thick fingers in your pussy, proud of himself as he hears the squelching start to trickle down his fingers.

“toji—“ you’re biting your hand, muffling your moans as your face heats up. so embarrassed that this is happening and you couldn’t even push him away.

“did I cover your mouth?” his words echo as he pins your wrist over your head. “you like talking, so lemme hear you.”

“no—ah ah…they’ll hear me—“ your desperately trying to keep some dignity, but it all leaves the moment you feel your body being lifting in the air.

“you’re such a baby,” he laughs, eyes dark and lips curling, because this was not your toji, no. pre-match toji was a whole different person. he could not afford a single warning or a threat of disqualification in this match.

“I’m not, you’re just a dick—“

“what else?” he can’t help the heat rushing south as he hears your fueled words. suddenly pumping blood into his veins, and his dick.

“you’re mean, and you take me for granted. you don’t apologize unless I ignore you—“ toji groans, as he pumps his hefty cock to your words, still able to hold your up, as he aligns his pulsing cock with your dripping wet folds.

“how mad are you baby?” he’s practically panting.

“fuck you,” and that’s all he wants because he’s dropping you down, shoving his entire dick inside until your eyes burst with tears feeling his thick trimmed hair tickling your clit, completely bottoming out.

“fucking took out my eardrums, puppy,” he’s laughing in your face as he pulls his hips back and shoves his cock inside you again. you were completely dazed, that moment he sank his full length deep in your tummy, your brain automatically turned to mush. he usually took his time when it’s the night before a match, but there was no time now. so he couldn’t hold himself back as he let you take it full force.

you were an absolute mess, crying and letting out broken moans as he pumped his hot cock in your tight hole.

“can’t talk anymore? thought you had so much to say, pup?” he’s sucking your lips, smiling at how swollen and used they’ve gotten as he picks up the pace. the lewd echoes bounced off the walls, your body burning from embarrassment, but it didn’t matter—

“to-toji….do ah hahh you….uh uh..need me?” your eyes were filled with tears as you held his hair, fingers rubbing against his scalp, the other digging into his shoulders as you drooled. such a mess in such a small time.

“of course I—ungh do,” his teeth pull at your bottom lip. kissing you over and over as he draws near his climax. your nails can’t help but dig into his shoulders, pulling at the skin as you feel bite at your neck. “you’re my biggest fucking fan, and I’ll always need you,” his jaw is clenching as he feels your pussy spasming around him. “you cummin’ pup?”

“mhm? ahh— mm oji!” he grips your ass, fucking you faster as he feels his balls tighten. you’re drooling into his lips as he opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out, groaning as he feels your spit rub inside his mouth. such a filthy girl. you were creaming so fast, squeezing the hell out of his cock as your eyes grew.

“too much…ahhh—wait!” the lockers were shaking as he drove his cock, balls slapping your wet pussy as your legs shook.

“you’re everything, y/n,” your cheeks flare, you loved when he called you nicknames. but when he moans out your name, you can’t help the butterflies that break out. “I love you, so much,” his head tilts back as he shoves his hips deeper in, releasing warm globs of white cum into your warm pussy.

“don’t….ignore…me,” he sighs, thrusting more as you bite your lip, tears sliding down your cheeks as you feel the last bit of his heavy load finally come out as he pulls out. he still holds you up, pumping his cock to release the excess amount of cum on your nasty pussy.

“goes both ways,” you cup his cheeks, bringing him to your lips, smiling as he caresses your ass, giving it a firm slap.

you stumble on your feet, going over to the sink to rinse yourself down there. grabbing a towel—

“keep it in,” his lips nibble at your neck as he runs a hand down between your legs cupping your pussy. your cheeks sting, feeling his big fingers scoop at his cum and shoving it back in, your hand falling to his thick forearm as he pats your cute tummy with his other hand. “you’re my good luck charm, sweetheart,” he licks the bruise on your neck, dropping to his knees to kiss your pussy.

you almost whine, watching him smile up at you, desperate to hold in your composure, especially when he gives you a wink covering your cute little pussy with your panties, and giving it a cute kiss again.

your face was red as he called the team back in. no one said a word about what they obviously heard, especially with the way they avoided looking at you, specifically since toji was staring daggers at them for even asking you if you needed some water….I mean considering what they heard…

once they finished wrapping his gloves, shiu was escorting you back to your seat—

“y/n,” the soft call, immediately had your head turning. eyes so bright as he smiled…a gentle tug, that had your heart skipping a beat. “I am sorry.”

you can only nod, trying to keep your smile from taking over. “i know,” and so does he. all you wanted to know is that he felt remorseful, something that will acknowledge what he did and that he’ll do better, because that’s all you can ask for.

you definitely were a good luck charm. the moment the bell rang, announcing his win, the audience was going batshit crazy. people screaming, and cheering as flashes from photographers blinded the stadium.

everyone already knew his routine. it was even more gossip and cheers when they noticed the marks on his back—

pushing past the cameras and the annoying speakers, until he was jumping down from the cage and letting you leap into his arms, lips latching onto his as he held you up. the matching bruises was definitely something for twitter to run with.

“you liked it?” he muttered against your lips, only for your ears.

“ya! you always look so cool!” you gush, your cute smile sending his heart swelling, your words always hitting him. “I love seeing you fight! but you can be so mean.”

“how so?” he raises a brow.

“some rounds they can’t even catch a break,” you empathize.

“that’s the point, baby,” his hand unconsciously rubs your back, settling you down as you talk to him. your fingers unconsciously caressing the nape of his neck, careful of his own bruises.

“nuh-uh, the point is to have fun….and win—but like you know what I mean,” you roll your eyes, only to look back at toji hearing him laugh. your own lips curling into a smile.

“I guess so,” he dips his head, lips pressing to your warm cheek. “i just need you here to remind me.”

his arms wrap around you, lips brushing yours. “just stay with me…” his kiss was soft. “I’ll be better…just for you.”

he will. unless he wants to loose you. he can change for a princess.

just smt ab mma toji😫 so toxic but so sweet🥹

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1800-bleach · 1 year ago

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You hate your asshole boss. So, after an interview you two decide to take something for a spin

Kinktober 2023: Hate Fucking

As usual, minors DNI. Please interact with this if you liked it ❤️❤️ Enjoy!

You hated Bakugou Katsuki. He was arrogant, entitled, and full of shit. You wouldn’t let him know he got under your skin, though. You knew that would boost his ego to know the super positive and happy person you were, hated him. He was also your boss. Being the number 2 hero was already inflating his ego. Always going on and on about his obsession with beating Deku.

You are a people pleaser. Even when that person is your self absorbed boss.

So, you spent every day of your life kissing Bakugou’s ass. “Yes sir” this and “Please, don’t, sir” that. You are his relations manager so trying to control him was a pain in your ass and was wearing on your patience. You begged your company to let you be Chargebolt’s assistant when he harassed the other way. You’d rather be flirted with than yelled at constantly for using your quirk.

Gentle Touch is the name of your quirk. This entailed that just a gentle touch could calm down the most anxious person. You were also in school to become a therapist for traumatized civilians after Villian attacks. You needed a job to pay for school and your company scooped you up and paired you with your current pain in the ass.

Your quirk was used often when it came to the explosive man that is Bakugou Katsuki. You took a lot of pride in showing him how to calm the fuck down from time to time. His gravelly voice telling you to quietly “Fuck off” would make your entire day better.

Today, you broke. Bakugou had an interview with some popular gossip channel and your quirk was all used up before the first 10 minutes of it. Bakugou was pissed about the interview and the two of you almost didn’t make it on the ride over to the building.

“So, Dynamight, any special ladies in your life?” The hostess leaned over and you got a good whiff of her perfume.

“Just this bitch right here.” Bakugou pointed a finger at you, “Keeps me in line and shit”

“Oh-ho-ho, you’re in a relationship with your relations manager?”

“No!” You quickly interjected, “He means that there are no women in his life other than the women he works with, respectfully.” You always did this. You always had to clean up his crass language to keep the gossip media out of his business. Frankly, you were sick of it.

“Yeah, whatever she said.” He crossed his arms aaaand he was gone. While he was physically there, he was emotionally gone. This usually meant that you were going to be stuck answering his questions.

“Not even your mom?” The hostess teases.

“That hag-”

“No, Dynamight loves his mother very much.” You physically put your hand on his shoulder, signaling him to shut up.

“Ah, you two seem close. Tell me about yourself, oh great Relations Manager.”

“I have a useful quirk that calms Dynamight down so I was hired to keep him in line.” You regret saying that when the hostess raises her eyebrow.

“I see, so, you keep him in line and he pays your way through school? Sounds like a sugar daddy exchange to me.” She sneers, how did she know you went to school and that Bakugou paid for it??

“Listen,” Bakugou growls but you make a low sound.

“Ma’am, my desire to go to school has nothing to do with Bak-Dynamight,” You take a deep breath in, “I am just his relations manager.”

“A bitch too.” Bakugou sneers at you, narrowing his ruby red eyes at you.

“Looks like we have an enemies to lovers situation-ship!” The hostess is covering her mouth as you stare at Bakugou.

His lips quirked ever so slightly at the sight of your rigid body. You wanted nothing more than to walk off set and never see him again. Every damn time your relationship came up, Bakugou’s answers became more and more vague making it seem like you two actually engaged with each other beyond work.

“I’m done.” You clipped off your mic set, threw it on the ground, and stormed off.

You could hear Bakugou right behind you, stomping through the corridor. He called your name a few times and you felt tears come to your eyes. This job was ruining your life, if you were being honest.

“You’re not done.” Bakugou snapped and grabbed your wrist. You were brought back to reality.

“Get.Off.Me”

“No”

“Bakugou Katsuki, I am done with this job. I went on two dates with a guy and when I asked why he ghosted me later it was because he didn’t want to be involved with “Dynamight’s Girl,” what the hell does that even mean?!” You’re pushing on h8is chest with your finger, getting up in his face.

“It’s because you are my girl,” He sneers and corners you in the hallway. His arms are on both sides of you, trapping you.

“Since when?!” You’re looking up at him now.

“Since you first used your quirk on me”

“You don’t even know me” You push him with both hands and storm to your dressing room.

Of course, he follows you into the room and locks the door behind him. He stalks towards you, something unreadable behind his eyes. You back away from him until the back of your legs hits the desk behind you. You’re reminded of why you hate him so much. Of course he thinks you belong to him. He thought he was entitled to everybody around him.

“Listen to me,” He starts but you’re not having it.

“No! I am done working for you, I’ll find a different job and get myself through school.”

“No, you won’t,” He grabs your wrist and yanks you towards him. He pulls said wrist to his lips and kisses it. Never once did he break eye contact with you. You’re left speechless at his actions. “Now, quit being a brat.”

“Stop telling me what to do!” You scream and trash against him. “I don’t like you. I hate you” Venom laces your voice and you see something dark in Bakugou’s eyes.

He takes off his mask and ear pieces with one hand. He tightens his grip on your wrist and he pulls you impossibly closer. He leans in and licks a stripe from your collarbone to the shell of your ear.

“You hate me?”

“Yes, I hate you so much.” You whisper, closing your eyes. You’re losing control of yourself and you can feel your sex dripping with sudden need. Sudden need for your asshole of a boss.

“I can smell you, you know, dripping with desire,” he whispers in your ear, “I want you to turn around, pretty girl.” You stay put. When Bakugou notices your disobedience, he grabs your shoulders and turns you around.

Now, you’re looking into your eyes in the Vanity. You flicker your eyes up to Bakugou who has a Cheshire grin on his face. Your chest is tight and your thoughts are running a million miles a minute. It’s obvious from the way he’s tracing lines along your bicep, that he’s not going to hurt you. You can’t help the sudden feeling of dread and desire pooling in your stomach.

“Now, quit being a brat and listen to me,” He’s talking to your reflection in the mirror, “I always get what I want. What I want is to fuck you until you’re a blubbering mess.” You swallow something thick.

“Bakugou-”

“Katsuki. If you’re going to be my little fuck, at least call me by my first name.” Bakugou coos and runs a finger down your neck and along your collarbone.

“No. I fucking hate you, I won’t call you anything.”

“What happened to Yes Sir?” Bakugou teases.

You look at his reflection and suddenly he’s gagging you with his pointer and middle finger. Your eyes go wide and you can’t find it to be scared. Instead, you’re insanely turned on and pissed off. You bite down on his fingers and he jerks them out of your mouth. The asshole grabs your jaw and forces your hips against the vanity. You can feel his erection against your back.

“Bitch.” He sneers and you smile at the name calling. “I won’t do anything you don’t want. I am a man, though, I want to fuck you.”

You contemplate for a second, did you want this? The traitor between your thighs begged for him to fulfill his promise. Your brain though:? It was still unsure of what it wanted right now. Suddenly, you felt a tapping sensation on your temple. You looked at Bakugou and saw it was him tapping on your head.

“Don’t think too much. Just go with your gut.” Easy for him to say, your guts wanted rearranged. Slowly, you nodded your head.

“I warned you.”

“I’m going to tell you this won’t happen again,” You sneered at him. “You’re probably a pathetic fuck anyways.”

“I’ll prove you wrong.” You snorted at that remark.

With all this tension, he grabs your jaw and forces you to look at yourself in the mirror again. You grab onto the vanity and prepare for the worst dicking you’ve gotten in a while.

“I am going to tell you one time and one time only, keep your eyes on the reflection in the mirror.” You quirk an eyebrow as he begins to disappear behind you.

It doesn’t take long before he’s pushing your skirt above your hips. You try to crane your head back but you receive a swift slap to the ass. You yelp and turn your attention back to your mirror image. Bakugou makes haste by pulling down your underwear. He groans at the aroma of your gushing arousal.

You’re not prepared for him to lick from your clit to your asshole. A moan escapes from your plush lips and you feel your face heat up at the sound. Grabbing onto vanity with a vice grip, you’re prepared for the second lick. Bakugou doesn’t spend much time assaulting your clit from this position. Instead, he opts to tongue fucking the apex between your thighs. You try to not let his pride swell by wantonly moaning every time he hits something right. Which happens to be a lot.

Bakugou taps your ass cheek and teases your lips with his fingers. Is he asking for permission to finger fuck you? You make a whining sound to confirm that you need something inside of you.

“Good girl,” He praises and plunges his fingers past your labia.

“Fuck” You curse.

You can feel him smile against your sex as he slowly inches towards your tight hole with his tongue. You gasp at the sensation of his fingers curling inside your spongy canal and the assault on your asshole. Moaning his name, you look at your face and you’re surprised at the look that’s there. Your lips are torn from biting them to keep the sounds to a minimum. Your eyes have tears brimming in the corners. Bakugou continues to lick and thrust, driving you mad.

“Please,” you beg, “Please fuck me.” You can’t believe you are actually begging him to fuck you. The very man you hated so much.

“Have you been good enough? Want to see yourself fucked out of your mind? Bakugou stands and grabs your jaw. You nod your head with the little movement you’re allowed. You hear Bakugou shed the rest of his hero attire but you don’t dare turn to look at him.

“Hurry,” you plead.

Bakugou wastes little time in lining up with your entrance and beginning at a brutal pace. Letting out a strew of curse words, you let out a long drawn out moan. Using a staccato beat, Bakugou grips onto your hips to lift you up off the floor and changes the angles. He sets yet another brutal pace and you drop your head in pleasure. Bakugou slides out and pulls your hair by the scalp, making you look at yourself.

“I said to keep looking,” He growls out and you lazily look up at your image in the mirror.

You’re definitely fucked out of your mind. Your hair is disheveled and saliva runs down your chin. Your breasts have come out of your bra and shirt, nothing like you’ve ever seen before. Bakugou hums in your ear and slides back in. He thrusts and thrusts until you’re almost screaming in unison with them. There’s a tension building in your core that is threatening to snap. You grip the vanity as hard you can before your tipping point is reached.

“Katsuki,” You cry, “I’m coming.”

“Fuck, me too.” He grunts and you’re both moaning as you come down from your high.

Everything is silent as you clean up, head out, and go your separate ways. You leave in the same car but never say a word to each other. Soon, you’re home and you pass out from exhaustion.

The next day? Well, gossip gets around quick.

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1800-bleach · 1 year ago

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lee donghyuck fic rec list 2

[most] contain smut > minors dni (18+)

labeled: a [angst] f [fluff] s [smut]

a/n: I actually compiled longer fics in this one since the last one had mostly smut fics with little plot so enjoy :)

read more on the NCT rec masterlist and part 1 here

one shot

pussy fiend [college roommate au, enemies to fwb to lovers] s,f

SURVIVING NO NUT NOVEMBER [mark x fem!reader x haechan] s

sure thing [stoner!haechan x fem!reader] s

learning languages [university au, haechan x exchange student!reader] s,f,a

and they were roommates [strangers to lovers au] s,f,a

himbo haechan [ himbo to fwb to lovers] s,f

that one night [jaemin, haechan, jeno x fem!reader] s

double dog dare [friends to lovers au] s,a

who needs cupid's bow? [bestfriend!haechan x fem!reader] f,a

pineapple [enemies to lovers, perv!haechan] s

playing games [ friends with benefits au] s,a

fix me softly. [himbo!haechan, bestfriend!haechan] s

I like you (I do) [stoner!haechan x fem!reader] s

seasons in the sun [enemies to friends to lovers, summer camp au] f,a

kiss her you fool! [ice hockey player!haechan x fem!reader] f,a

baby face [fratboy!haechan x afab!reader, enemies to lovers] s

my words, your thoughts [ friends to lovers, soulmate au] s,f

romancing [enemies to lovers, podcast au, banter] f

dancing in my backseat [film student!haechan x film student fem!reader] f

going below zero [coworker au, enemies to lovers, attorney!haechan x fem!reader] f,a

slide thru [streetracer!haechan x fem!reader, best friends au] s,f

drippin' [boyfriend!haechan x inexperienced fem!reader] s

and i love her just like that [childhood enemies to lovers] f

double take [ friends to lovers, highschool au] f,a

friendly favour [best friend!haechan x virgin fem!reader] s,f,a

frequent flyers [best friends to strangers] s,f,a

6 reasons I hate boys [enemies to lovers] a

if i believe you [ fake dating au] f,a

what the puck! [hockey player!haechan x reader, comedy] f,a

gold-skinned, eager baby [haechan x fem!reader] s

>> part 2

pearlescent [established relationship] s,f

grasping [fuckboy!haechan x goodgirl!reader] s,f,a

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1800-bleach · 1 year ago

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18+, minors dni !

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It’s always been the same thing, the exact same way, for as long as you could remember.

He hated you, hated your cocky smile, your jokes, your way with words, your teasing flirtations, god he hated those especially.

And that was ok, because you hated him too.

Especially right now, you thought, as your body clung to his desperately, as you shamelessly moaned his name into the not so empty air of whatever shitty abandoned building Shigaraki chose for everyone to hide out in next. You despised him.

But then why was he making you feel so good?

“Yeah? You like it right there don’t you?” He asked, not expecting an answer out of you whatsoever.

Good, because he wasn’t getting one. Even if you wanted to answer him, wanted to tell him how good he was making you feel, you couldn’t force anything out except incoherent babbles and whines.

“Fucking pathetic,” He whispered, getting closer to your ear, “Where’s the cocky little slut that was badmouthing me all day huh?” He chuckled, kissing on your neck.

And whenever you could finally scramble to find your words, whenever you could give him the same attitude back, “Fuck yo-” he wouldn’t even let you finish before he was slamming back into you again, giving you no time to breath, no time to think.

“Shhh,” He cooed, grabbing you by your jaw, “Hear enough of that smart ass mouth throughout the day.”

He was right, and you knew he was too. That was the worst part. You couldn’t leave him alone, bothering him any chance you got, and honestly you weren’t sure why, but he was, and if it was one thing about him, he was gonna let you know what was on his mind. Tell you off, make you think for the rest of the night.

“Y’know,” He began, out of breath as he brought his face closer to yours, “I think you say all that shit to me, because you want this to happen, want me to fuck you dumb. Don’t you?”

And at that moment all you could do was nod frantically, abandoning your pride as you felt your orgasm begin to steadily creep its way up into your core.

“Tell me,” He demanded, thrusts getting sloppy, “Use your words baby, wanna hear it.”

And so, just like he asked, you did.

“W-wanted this, wanted it so bad” You whined, “You a-always fuck me so good.”

That was all he needed to hear for him to spill his load inside you, both of you finishing at the same time as lewd pants and sighs bounced off the empty concrete walls of the room, and god if someone were to walk in at that moment, you weren’t even sure how you would explain it.

After all, you and Dabi absolutely hated each other.

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(haven’t written smut in sooo mf long omg..)

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1800-bleach · 1 year ago

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remus lupin x reader (smut)

summary: remus finds your diary in the gryffindor common room and takes matters into his own hands to make sure your desires come true.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wear a condom), nicknames, semi-public sex, oral (fem receiving), praise, dom remus, probably more I forgot

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It’s almost midnight, and since you seem to always be making dumb decisions, you’re up in the Gryffindor common room studying for a Herbology exam the next day. Bored out of your mind you decide to call it a night from studying. However, that didn’t mean you were done cracking some books open that night. You reached into your bag and pulled out your most prized (and private) possession. Your diary.

If anyone found your diary it would be the end of you. The embarrassment it would cause you, the journal containing some of your most secretive thoughts and stories. There was one specific individual you don’t want finding it, the one and only, Remus Lupin.

You had been crushing on Remus since the first time you saw him on the Hogwarts Express. Within then and now you had tried everything to get him out of your head. Fucking other guys, refusing to look at him in class, distancing yourself from Potter and Black. No matter what you tried, he was still painted in your dumb brain. That was until you found the true glory of journaling.

You learned that if you wrote down what exactly you wanted to happen between you and Lupin your desires minimized. Your diary was your outlet for the sexual desires caused by the tall, reserved, brunette boy.

You pick up your quill and began writing tonight’s excerpt of what you’ll be dreaming about later…

February 6th, 1978

I can’t stand it. All I want is for him to want me, to need me, the same way I need him. He has no clue what I do at night. Quietly in my bed touching myself to the thought of him doing it instead. I only think about what his cock looks like all the time. Sometimes I can’t stop myself from staring, I know it’s wrong. The second I realize what I’m doing I turn away. After, however, I vision him slowly fucking me from behind. I wonder what he’s like. Is he soft? Hard? Demanding? It doesn’t matter, I want it all. I want all of him. Universe if you're reading this, please, for the love of god, gift me with that boy.

Closing your diary, you gather what you think is all of your belongings and head up to your dorm. You change into your pajamas, brush your teeth, and slip into bed. You thought it would be easy falling asleep considering how tired you were, however, it didn’t take long to realize that you were experiencing horrible insomnia. Tossing and turning, there was nothing you could do to turn your brain off. You decided to make the grand decision of going back down to the common room and writing some more, hoping that it will be the fix you need. You get out of bed, slip your slippers on, and dig through your bag to find your diary.

Shit. Where was it?

At this point, all of your things inside the bag had been dumped on your bed. Throwing books, hair ties, lip gloss, and deodorant to the side, you realize you must have left it downstairs. Luckily, since it was very late at night, the chances of someone finding it were small. Still, you were eager to get your hands on it before someone else did. You rushed out of your dorm and down the stairs, only to find the worst case scenario happening before your eyes.

Remus was standing by the seating area with your diary wide open. His hands were large enough to fall off the cover of the journal. He was moving his pointer finger under every line as he examined word for word what you had written down. His eyebrows were scrunched. What was he thinking? God, he would never talk to you after this. After standing there for about ten seconds as you watched the boy completely invade your privacy, you realized you had to come up with some plan. Thinking, thinking, thinking, and nothing was coming to your head. Come on, think more. Thinking…thinking…thinking…

“This is yours?”

After looking up from your feet, Remus was staring directly at you. Not only that, he was talking to you. The journal was now closed as he was holding it up with his right hand. Fuck. Quick, you need to say something.

“Huh?” God. You sounded stupid.

“Is this your journal?” he asked again. His eyes were smaller, like he was examining you. His body language was very hard to read. He stood tall but still managed to keep his feelings reserved.

“Nope.” Nice save.

“It isn’t?” he asked shockingly.

“Nope.”

“Then why is your name in it?” Fuck. He got you there. Are you that crazy for lying though? I mean, the guy who you’ve been wanting to screw for years on end just read about the dreams you have where he fucks you right, left, and upside down.

“Ok. It’s mine,” you replied. Every little bit of dignity you had left was washed away with the words you spoke. You noticed as Remus placed the journal down on the closest table and walked in your direction. He now was only a few inches away from you.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what part was my favorite?” He asked you. He seriously did not just say that.

“...What?”

“I guess I’ll just tell you anyway. I very much enjoyed the passage dated a few weeks back where you wrote about how badly you wanted to... hmmm… let me find the page... “ride me until your legs are jelly and you had cum several times.” That part was my favorite,” he said, very confidently. You were stunned.

“What are you getting at?” you questioned. It seemed like he was just trying to humiliate you.

He put the journal back down on the closest table and took a step towards you.

“Do you want it or not, princess?” he whispered in your ear. Gosh, did you want it.

“Ok.”

“Ok?”

“Please,” you begged, “I want it.”

Within moments he had pushed his lips against yours and placed his hands on your waist. He was so much taller than you, so in order to kiss you more efficiently, he grabbed your ass and picked you up so you were then straddling him. This made you let out a small moan into his mouth, making his very hard dick twitch in his pants.

“I wish I would have known,” he said within kisses on your neck, “I would have let you do whatever you want to me years ago. Give my doll whatever she wants.”

You decided to reference back to the part which he said was his favorite and direct him to the closest sofa. As you started to fiddle with the elastic of his sweatpants, he groaned under his breath.

“Slow down, slow down. Plenty of time love.”

He slowly laid you down so now he was on top of you. He grabbed the waistband of your pajamas and pulled them down, his head going down with them, stopping at your core. He stared directly at the wet spot created between the tension of you two.

“So fucking horny. I’ll make you feel good, you just gotta wait. Work for it a little bit,” Remus told you as he became eye level with you again and circled your clit through your underwear. He slowly removed them and pulled them off your ankles. He kneeled on the floor and pulled your legs so now his face was met right at your cunt.

“Remus,” you moaned loudly. It was hard to believe that this wasn’t one of those wet dreams you had on the regular.

“Shhhhh. Have to be quiet baby,” he reassured you, “I’m gonna make you feel good. So good, so….” He cut himself off as he attached his mouth to your clit and began abusing it with his tongue. Inserting one finger inside you, he let out a low groan, sending vibrations all throughout your body.

“How am I going to fit in there?” he questioned. With the way he said it, it didn’t even seem like he was trying to tease you. It sounded like he was genuinely concerned about the size of his cock compared to your cunt.

“So fucking good,” was all you said in return.

He continued to eat you out quickly but also managed to keep a nice pace, a pace that was only adding to the build-up of your orgasm. As he placed a second finger inside of you, you managed to only produce a small gasp for the time being. That didn’t last long as he added a third, and began thrusting in and out of you faster.

“Holy shit I’m gonna cum… fuck!” you whispered harshly. Your orgasm lingered through your body for a while, even after you finished. Remus’ tongue didn’t leave you until you had to physically grab his face and pull him into a kiss.

You two made out for a minute, him still on the ground. You grabbed his buff shoulders and motioned them so he was now laying on his back. The outline of his cock was now visible through his pants and to provide some comfort you began teasing him.

“Take them off,” he demanded. You now realized that he was fully clothed and you still had your shirt on. You used this time to get completely naked and remove Remus’ pants. However, as you went to remove his sweatshirt off, he stopped you.

“Just leave it on, doll,” he whispered. You obliged, not knowing why someone as beautiful as him wouldn’t want to show that part of himself to you. You continued to make out with him for some time while also jerking him off. God, was he huge. You had never been with something that big before, his worries about you not fitting him were now shared. The faces he made while you pleasured him were so pretty. The way his eyebrows scrunched when you slowly touched his tip made you wetter than before, not knowing if that was even possible.

“Baby, you gotta do something or this is going to be over before it starts,” he said with his head thrown back. As much as you wanted to see him cum, you also wanted to have him inside you.

He opened his mouth to ask you a question, but he was struggling a bit, “Mmph - do we need a - “

“No,” you said, “not unless you want to use one.”

“Okay, okay, oka-.”

You slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, only being able to take an inch or two at a time. You let out small gasps and you began bouncing up and down on him, taking a little more each time. Remus was biting his lip in an attempt to keep quiet but eventually gave up and let out a low groan.

“Dirty girl,” he whispered in your ear, “this is all you think about.” He placed both of his hands on your hips to guide you. It was obvious that you were struggling to hold yourself up and he was kind enough to help you.

“I can’t,” you whined out to him. By that, you meant you couldn’t move that fast with the size of him.

“Need me to stop? I’ll stop baby,” he said while slowing down.

“No! No, no, no, no,” you yelled at him, “just need help.”

He let out a low laugh and gripped your hips tighter. It took him no time to begin thrusting into you at a brutal pace, looking in your eyes for confirmation that it was okay. Even though you were on top of him, his natural dominance filled the empty room signaling that no matter what you did, he was still in charge. Tears of pleasure began streaming down your face as he brought his right thumb to your clit, fiddling with it like a button.

“Poor baby, thought you could take it. You’re so cute, using your tight cunt to make me feel good,” he rambled on. Based on his rambling you could tell he was getting close, but so were you too. “You gonna cum?”

You let out a high whimper in response but he didn’t consider that enough.

“Answer me. You gonna cum on my cock?” he asked demandingly.

“Yes!”

“Yes what?” God, he really did get off on making you look so fucking stupid.

“I’m going to cum on yo-your cock!”

That seemed satisfactory to him as he picked up the pace on your clit, pursuing your release. You felt him slow down the pace as you came, not wanting to hurt you since you had to be sensitive. He grabbed your head and brought your ear to his mouth.

“Where do you want it?” he whispered.

“What?”

“Bunny don’t play dumb, where do you want it?”

Oh.

“Inside me,” you replied.

“You sure?” he moaned out, trying to cover it. The thought of you letting him fill you up was the end of it all, it would only be seconds before he came.

“Yes! Inside me, please.”

He began slowly going faster again, however, you both knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer. Sloppy kisses were now being applied to your neck, hickies that wouldn't be easy to cover up appeared. You felt his dick twitch inside you as he let out a low, quiet moan in your ear. You decided to take all the energy you had left and ride him until his orgasm came.

“That's my girl, fuck -,” he quietly said as you felt his cum spill inside of you. You two sat there for a few seconds until he pulled you into a kiss.

“Thank you,” he said.

“Gosh, thank you.”

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1800-bleach · 2 years ago

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Alternate Reminder

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Content: Miguel has trouble trying to treat you fairly when you remind him too much of what he had lost. Angst, misunderstanding.

A/N: I havent truly proofread this so I'm sorry. This took super long.

Miguel thought you were special. He thought it was maybe the universe giving him a second chance when he saw you. His first love and his beautiful wife, standing in front of him while wearing a Spiderman suit. Maybe, he was destined to be with you, after all, a universe where you could understand him. A universe where he could finally be happy with you and Gabriella, a universe that he actually belonged to and he didn’t have to worry about destroying a whole universe just to be with you.

The only problem? This version of you had zero ideas of who Miguel O’Hara is. Miguel thought it was a canon event, for the both of you to fall in love. In most universes he had been to, you were with Miguel. In most, you were happy and had a family with him. In the more unfortunate universes, things didn’t work out between the two of you. The only thing that was unchanged was that Miguel and you were bound to find and fall in love with each other at one point.

However, Miguel hated your guts. His amor was sweet, responsible, and well-organized. You were the complete opposite of that. You were rude, irresponsible, and very messy as a person. He dared say that you were the messiest person he had ever met. There was no sign of organisation at your workstation. Papers were messily stacked on top of each other or swept across the desk. The mini shelf you had beside your desk was filled with books that were all falling to one side, some had completely collapsed. More files were squeezed on top of the books. Miguel’s greatest pet peeve was seeing the bent and folded pages being shoved into a file. The urge to help you reorganize was almost too big for him to handle causing the frustration to build up and was let out onto you instead. Miguel groaned as he met eye contact with you while he was buying his morning coffee. It was almost insulting to him how you had the same exact face as her, the woman he falls for in every universe.

On the opposite side of the same coin, you loathed Miguel O’Hara. He was bossy, pompous, and couldn’t take a single joke. Any conversation you have had with him ended up in the both of you arguing. Sarcasm was something everyone around you had gotten used to, except for Miguel of course who never seemed to catch on. He would simply give you a judgemental stare before giving a literal answer which you would roll your eyes at. At that point, Miguel would think that you’re being rude, and depending on his mood that day, he would either scold you or scoff at you.

“Just get over it, you’re always mad at Miguel anyways. I thought you would get used to it by now.” Gwen sighed, giving you the same response every time you ranted about Miguel. “It’s not like you don’t know the big guy,” Hobie said nonchalantly, having long gotten used to your rants about Miguel. “You hate him, we get it.” Pavitr groaned, complaining for the umpteenth time about how you always seemed to be talking about Miguel. Gwen chuckled, “If you didn’t point out every single flaw of his so heartlessly every time you rant about him, I would think you have a crush on Miguel or something.” Gwen said. “Hell no. I’m not fucking blind.” you defended, offended she would even think this way. “You gotta admit, big boss is quite the looker, too bad he’s a prick.” Hobie pointed out. “Speak of the devil,” Pavitr warned, straightening up as he stared at Miguel who was walking to your table’s direction.

You merely glared in his direction. Gwen was right, you should be used to him by now. He shouldn’t be getting under your skin so easily. So why can’t you just ignore him? Why does your mind always drift to him when you’re alone, why do you realise when he was due for a haircut? How his hair curls at the end when he lets his hair grow, how he reaches 10 minutes early to any appointment, and how he would get his coffee at exactly 9am in the morning. You shook your head, riding yourself off those thoughts. There was no way you actually had some sort of attraction to him right? Your mind drifted to the fight you had with him 5 days ago, his words still causing a dull ache in your heart. The both of you always fought but you were sure Miguel was going to kick you off the team until he called your friends the next day and gave you a mission through them while also completely disregarding your presence if he saw you around after.

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“Mind your own business!” Miguel exclaimed, you flinched at his harsh tone. “I was just-” “Who said you could touch my property?” Anger was practically the only emotion in his voice as he pushed you to the side. “Lyla told me you were having some troubles, that your screens had some kind of issue-” You gritted out, closing your eyes to calm yourself too. You only had good intentions to fix the issues he was fixing and now you were being accused of invading his privacy. You couldn't even remember any of the files that appeared on the screen while you were fixing his terrible code. Too focused on solving the technical errors to be poking your nose into his business. “I don’t need your help,” He seethed. “She was going to help you, Miguel. You have been complaining about it and even I can’t help you, you very well know she’s the only one equipped with the knowledge to fix this.” Lyla defended you. The fury in Miguel’s eyes scared you as well, “You need to mind your own business as well.” He snarled to Lyla before turning to you, switching off the orange screens completely. “I would rather let everything burn to hell than trust you to fix anything. You’re a fucking mess if you didn’t realize. ” Miguel spat.

It was your last straw. You had more self-respect than let anyone speak to you like that. “Kick me off, fucking kick me off already. You hate me anyways, right? So why do you bother keeping me around?”

“Get out!” Miguel bellowed and you didn’t need him to repeat himself. You took off the watch on your wrist and threw it to the floor, letting it break into pieces. In that moment, his words hurt you more than glitching ever would.

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Peter found you at a bar in your universe that day. You downed another glass of whiskey at the sight of Peter, you were in too bad of a mood to talk to anyone now and you know you would regret it if you lashed out at him.

Peter didn’t say anything, simply sitting beside you and staring as you downed one glass after another.

Peter ordered a drink, taking sips of his drink as he decided on the best approach to talk to you. Your anger was practically radiating off you, making everyone else stir clear of you.

“He’s all bark no bite.” Peter started. You scoffed lightly, letting the silence fall between the both of you. You turned to peter, feeling bad for putting him in an uncomfortable situation. “You heard already huh.” Peter simply shrugged, “Word travels fast. Practically the whole society knows.” You downed another glass at that, you wondered how much the story had changed as it was passed from one person to another. It was probably a field day at headquarters.

“There is barely anyone at headquarters, Miguel has been bringing hell to anyone he even makes eye contact with,” Peter answered as though he could read your thoughts. You had to bite back your words, to tell Peter that you really couldn’t care less about Miguel now nor did you need the company. Silence fell between the both of you, Peter lightly bobs his head to the music that was playing in the bar to relieve the tension that was building up. He was never one for tense situations. “You know, you’re not really that different from Miguel.” Peter immediately put his hands up in defense when you practically growled at his comment. “Well, it’s just that both of you would rather die than talk about your emotions. Thankfully, I managed to crack Miguel so I think I can do it for you too.” Peter confidently stated. You remained silent, swirling the whiskey in your hand. You didn’t trust yourself to not lash out at Peter, especially when he’s practically comparing you to Miguel. The man you hated in all of the multiverse

“Hm, silence. Miguel screamed at me when we reached this point.” Peter observed, laughing nervously at the memory of his talk with Miguel. “I guess I’ll just go on first then.” Peter wrung his hands nervously. “I’m sure Miguel didn’t mean anything. You just hit a sore spot.” You scoffed again, “What? By trying to fix his stupid system?”

Peter took another swig, he definitely needed the alcohol. “Do you not know about what is on those screens? One that probably popped up while you were fixing it.” “Contrary to popular belief, I wasn’t snooping on him. I was focused on the system itself.” You defended. Peter cringed ever so slightly at your response. “There is this girl on the screen, the one with a happier, better-looking Miguel.” Peter took another swig, this really wasn’t his story to tell. You pursed your lips, you did remember seeing the footage that Peter mentioned. You had to force yourself to look away, that you were invading his privacy.

“That’s his daughter.” Peter finished, trying to gauge your reaction. You simply preserved a blank look and Peter groaned slightly, he detested how stubborn you were. “Miguel found a universe where he had a family and was happy, but him in that universe had an accident so he replaced himself. Some butterfly effect happened and the whole universe collapsed on itself and he lost everything.” Peter explained. You finished your drink, everyone has lost someone. You understood why it was a sore spot but it doesn’t justify being a total asshole.

“Miguel didn’t mean anything he said to you. It was just- tough.” Peter finished. “I didn’t even do shit Peter, just decided to fix his system and he accused me of invading his fucking privacy. It’s not like he’s the only one who lost someone. We all did.” Peter shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. “He just fucking hates my guts and I don’t know why? He literally told most people about my past when he explains about anomalies so why is he so mad when I know about it?”

“Because you have the same name and face as his wife, the woman who he falls for in every universe.” Your jaw dropped at the information. You couldn’t ever fathom the thought of you and Miguel even being in love. The anger in you simmered ever so slightly. It would explain how his features softened when he sees you sometimes, the vulnerable look in his eyes when he stares at you for too long. A stranger with memories, that is what you are to Miguel. Miguel tries his best to treat you like others. It was exceptionally tough when you shared the same name and face as the woman he had spent his happiest moments with. “He never told me,” you told Peter. Peter shook his head, “No one was allowed to tell you. Not like many people knew anyways. He didn’t want to stir up any unnecessary trouble. You know how he is, he doesn’t like it when people try to share his burdens.” You pursed your lips, cursing out your alcohol tolerance. It was times like this you wished you could just forget everything. “It doesn’t matter. Miguel probably wants me out of his life.” Peter threw his hands up frustratedly. “If he wants you out he wouldn’t send me here to tell you about everything.” Peter admitted. Peter was worried when he heard the news of you and Miguel having a fight which is what brought him to talk to Miguel. Peter wouldn’t be able to find you by himself, only Miguel could. You closed your eyes, you had enough of everyone. You were so exhausted, everything has been so draining.

“Just leave me alone alright?” You said, stumbling out of your seat slightly before leaving the bar and Peter behind.

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“The anomaly was caught. We ensured there were no loose ends. Everything should be fine.” You reported to Miguel. Your hands were behind your back, there was a blank look on your face. Miguel bit his lip slightly at your cold demeanor toward him. He used to complain about you taking things too lightly. When you would stroll into his office with a grin, confidently telling him all the details of the mission even if it was insignificant. Now, you told him the bare minimum with a professional tone and stand.

Miguel used to complain and bluntly tell you that he didn't care for some of the details you told him after. Details like you and Gwen dropped by a Mcdonald's to grab some fries or that you also managed to finish a recent show. Now he wishes you would tell him, instead of you acting like this., all quiet and serious. Miguel took a deep breath, staring at you as the platform descended. He looked away slightly, knowing things were still tense between the two of you. “Sorry about that the other day. I was not in the right place.” He apologised, forcing himself to meet your eye. Your expression was still blank, “It’s fine.” You brushed it off like you hadn’t been thinking about it ever since. “If that’s everything, I’ll take my leave now.” You told him, bowing slightly as you turned. Miguel flinched at the tone. “Wait.” He wanted to stop you from leaving. Then his head turned to the orange screens behind him that glitched every so often. “Would you-” Miguel hesitated, thinking if this was the best move.”

“I- can you help me fix the screens?” Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “I promise I won’t lash out at you.” Miguel weakly joked. You simply nodded, stepping up onto his platform. Miguel stared at you, you were so unlike yourself. There were no teasing comments, no laughter, not even a hint of a smile. You stood in front of his screens, diligently and skillfully opening and typing away a new code. Miguel shifted and fidgeted behind you, he was wrecking his mind for a conversation topic. You were the one who usually initiated or continued the conversations. His mind replaying all the conversations he had with you. A smile tugged on his lips, music was your common ground with him. He remembered how your eyes twinkled when you talked about your favorite songs.

“I recently got into classical music.” Miguel shared. Miguel was half-convinced that he wouldn’t get a reply when you let his words hang in the air while you focused on the task at hand. “Oh? Mahler?’ You finally replied. His eyes widened. “How did you know?” He was greeted with silence again and only then did he appreciate how quick your responses used to be. “I just want to know, because you seemed really confident about it. Did I tell you?” Miguel filled the silence himself. “I just saw it.” You gestured to the screens. He nodded, letting the tense silence take over again. You were never so quiet, he never had to deal with this uncomfortable silence when he was with you.

“You changed.” Miguel blurted out. There was no response from you as you continued working on the screens. You didn’t know how to respond either. The news about you being an alternate version of his wife, it was rather overwhelming. You used to spite him and annoy him just for the fun of it, but after everything, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it anymore. His gaze made you self-conscious now, of what he thought of you, and nor did you want a repeat of what happened that day. You did a lot of thinking the past few days and you had to come to terms with the fact that you didn’t hate Miguel O’Hara. You couldn’t hate him. The thought of him hating you, it was terrifying.

“What?” You muttered, Miguel barely caught onto your response. He placed his hands on his hips, looking down. “Look, I’m really sorry for that day and I know I can’t take back anything but I really hope you don’t distance yourself from me because of that.” Miguel swallowed, it was publicly known that the both of you never seemed to get along but the thought of you becoming cold to him made him shiver to his core. “You’re overthinking things.” You stated plainly, forcing out a laugh. Miguel sighed, “You just seem, very different. Let’s not even talk about our interactions. You have just been more distant with everyone, you’re taking things way too seriously and well, you’re a lot more well organised now. The biggest shame was losing the constant smile, boosted many of their morale even in the most difficult of times.” you swallowed bitterly, debating internally if you should snap at Miguel right now while you stared at the screens before you. “I had to work on not being a mess right?” You answered, quoting his exact words. Miguel’s eyes flashed with a hint of pain and you knew it was a low blow. He had already apologised, you’re the one who keeps bringing it up. But those words haunted you even till now.

“You really changed huh?” Miguel continued. He didn’t expect you to use his words against him. When you know that he regrets it, it was a low move even for you. “It’s done.” You announced, ignoring his comment towards you. Your patience was thinning again. He merely glanced towards the screens before looking at you again. “You’re not the person I knew,” Miguel stated plainly. You turned your head to him.

“I’m not the woman you had in mind, Miguel! I’m not your fucking wife and I’m sorry you had to go through that.” You looked away, running your hands through your hair in distress. “I never was. I’m sorry I remind you of her but I’m not her.” You snapped at him. Walking out of his office. Everything made sense now. Miguel would be annoyed and frustrated with you most times, but there were times that he acted differently towards you. The times when he had carried you to a more comfortable place when you had fallen asleep on your table, the jackets that he had given to you to keep you warm still hung in your closet. The late-night conversations where he was more vulnerable towards you and had conversations with you about your interests while you hung from the ceiling, claiming that it helped you stay awake while you sift through the paperwork with him. You found it weird how he could hate your guts one second but be even sweet to you when it was just the two of you. At one point, you even thought you had fallen for Miguel O’Hara.

You shook your head, ignoring Miguel behind you as you rid the thought of even entertaining a possibility with Miguel. He never treated you as you are, he never liked you for who you are.

You simply shared a face and name with the woman he was destined to fall for.

You chuckle at how foolish you were while you stepped on the watch that Peter had given to you as replacement for your old one.

“I fucking quit.” You announced to a surveillance camera in the hallway, knowing fully well that he is monitoring the camera for your whereabouts now.

Miguel angrily swept the files off his table, growling out in frustration. He buried his face in his hands, he never saw you as the woman who he had fallen for and had Gabriella with. Sure, there were a few times your identical looks made his heart pace with what could have been. However, Miguel had started spending more time with you and getting to know you as a person. In those times, he reckoned he enjoyed it too much.

There was no way he was falling for you right?

Was there a point even if he did? You had already left him.

Miguel O'Hara always messes up his own happiness. That seems more like his canon event than falling in love with you.

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