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❥ KATSUKI BAKUGOU X FEM! READER

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❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: a/b/o dynamics (alpha Katsuki/omega reader), knotting, age-gap (Katsuki is in his grumpy 40s, you're in college), he calls you "kid", fucking in a pool, some mention of sex toys, degradation, creampie

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God, he’s too fucking old for this shit. Too god damn tired of the animal that kicks against his ribs whenever the slick smell of a willing cunt passes his nose. 

“ ‘m sorry,” you whisper, rolling your hips to suck his cock deeper in your drooling pussy. He grinds his molars at the too-tight feeling. 

“Fucking brat,” he hisses and clamps his hands to your doughy ass, jerking you up and down his cock. “Knew you were trouble. Fucking told you to stay away from me.” 

Katsuki knew he would end up fucking the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed college girl the day you moved in next door. He tried to stop it, he really did, showing you his teeth and growling any time the sweet stink of your omega scent greeted him. 

Yet he’s the one who couldn’t help himself. Humid summer air brought your pathetic smell right to him, had him peeking over the fence that separated his house from yours like a fucking perv.

The sight of you in your little pool, desperate to cool your too-hot skin, bikini bottoms floating next to you as you shoved a dildo into your aching hole was his breaking point. 

And now here you are, stuffed full of throbbing, thick alpha cock. Because you begged him, all fat tears and plump pouts as your heat clawed at your insides. 

He might be too old for this, but he’ll never get tired of how fucking stupid omegas get for dick. 

“The t-toys just weren’t…weren’t good enough.” 

You’re pinned between him and the pool wall, lips of your cunt dragging along his length over and over again as you try to find release. 

Copious amounts of slick gush from you, making his thrusting easier. Pearly strings of your cream float around the pool, lost to splash of him fucking into you. 

But even still, he’s so engorged with blood and hormones ready to knot that his fat cock struggles against your gummy walls. You hiss, not from pain, but from relief, so happy to be full that no amount of stretching will detract from your pleasure.

“You’re fucking pitiful.” 

Shame briefly shines in your blown-out eyes, a bit of humanity peeking through the haze of animal instincts. Shit. This is why he hates this, why he’s tried to avoid all the breeding nonsense. Omegas are so emotionally squishy. 

Not that he’s any better. One pout from you as you locked eyes with him across the yard made him jump a fucking fence and plunge his cock into your weeping hole at two in the afternoon. 

“Just can’t help it, can you, kid?” 

Red eyes trace over the body he’s been trying so hard not to imagine. The triangle fabric of your swimsuit is peeled away from your tits, your nipples puffy from how hard you were tugging on them before he got his hands on you. 

A little mhmmmm-mhmmmm sounds from lips pressed too tightly together, your head lolling back as you keep bucking against him with your eager, exposed pussy. 

You’re a mess, all swollen and gooey and desperate. 

“Such a dumb omega,” he groans and wraps his arms around your back, pressing your soft body all the way against his, “fucking yourself out in the open. Wanted me to find you? Wanted the old man next door to fuck you stupid.”

“N-no,” you lie so easily. “Too hot, was too hot and couldn’t get off and—”

“Bullshit. You started splashin’ around out here just praying I’d catch your scent.” 

“C-can’t help it, pr-promise. You just always smell so fucking good, alpha.”

Makes sense now why you always seem to be out on a walk when he gets home from work, and why you always seem to need something from him. He was a nice neighbor and gave you his number when you moved in all on your own, a little omega lost in a big college town. You would message him for help around your place at least once a week—changing light bulbs, fixing a leaky faucet, even opening a goddamn jar a few nights ago. 

He told you several times to stop bothering him, yet you never could catch the hint that fooling around with an alpha was going to get you bitten. 

Relentlessly he pounds his hips, the buoyancy of the water making it effortless to hold you and fuck in deep. His thighs barely feel any strain, his back muscles rolling like a true predator as he starts to use his arms to pull you up and down. 

Katsuki slides his fat cock until it’s barely in your pussy, mushroom tip caught by the suctioning ring of muscle inside of you. Then he bottoms out, balls connecting with your ass under the water with a muted thump. 

“God, fuck, that’s good, so good,” you’re fucking loud, “feel so fucking good in my pussy.” 

“Christ, you wanna let the whole neighborhood knowing I’m fucking you?”

​​The fuck-drunk little smile on your face tells him that maybe you do. 

And he thought he was the perv. 

“You’re such a fucking slut,” he whispers furiously, kissing you with so much force it makes your back arch in his strangle hold. 

A thick hand wraps around your throat. He doesn’t squeeze, just leaves it there possessively as his tongue forces its way between your lips. You unconsciously moan, your own tongue meeting his, but he presses it down, not wanting it in the way. You give in, letting him encircle your tongue with his own so he can taste you. He pulls back to suck your bottom lip into his mouth, teeth roughly dragging against it.

“Like feeling my cock spread you apart, hm? Maybe I’ll get you a dildo my size for next time you wanna put on a little show.” 

You purr and it makes him want to scratch you to pieces. 

The burning stretch of your omega cunt is bliss. The smell of sex and chlorine sting his nose, make him lose it a bit and press so hard inside of you that his cock nearly meets the resistance of your cervix. Not that you seem to mind it—your nails are sinking into his wet shoulders, holding on for dear life as he fucks you in the heat of a summer afternoon. 

When Katsuki shifts his hips down, heavy cock sliding out of your tight hole, you bare your teeth and growl at a man nearly double your age.  

“Easy, tiger,” he tuts and drops you in the warming water, “turn around and let me hit it from the back.”

He loves that your instincts are to obey.

You turn your back to him with an indignant little huff, bending over the edge of the pool and waiting. Katsuki locks his arms around your thighs, pushing up and letting the water do the work. Your legs float open easily, spreading wide as he spears his way back into your slutty hole. 

“Ever been knotted before, kid?”

Looking over your shoulder, you shake your head, hiccuping as he works his shaft in and out of you. 

“Please, please, ah, knot me. Wa-wanna know what it feels like.”

He’s toying with an ancient fire, he knows that. One fat knot from an alpha and you might be begging to move in with him, but it’s worth it. Your pussy feels too goddamn good and he’s too worked up not to plug you full. 

Katsuki works you into an absolute frenzy, waves of water splashing onto the edges of the pool as you mewl and focus on how effortlessly he fucks you. Your walls meld to him, each thrust hasty and claiming, scented sweat steaming from the heat of your body and the blistering of the sun. His dick curves just perfectly inside you, cockhead purposefully brushing against the most sensitive, spongy spots within your depths. 

“Surprised none of your stupid boyfriends knotted this tight cunt before.”

“Wouldn’t,” your fingers are gripping the edge of the pool for dear life, like you’re gonna drown any second, “wouldn’t let them.” 

“And you’re gonna let me? Just a slut for older men?” 

“Slut for you,” you correct him with a bounce of your ass against his pelvis, “love a big, strong alpha.” 

He rolls his eyes at the shameless flattery, yet still the ego inside him flares to life. 

“Young, stupid omegas always think they can get whatever they want,” he growls, all while keeping a rough pace inside your body, watching how the water parts for the two of you grinding into one another. 

You give him a knowing gaze over your shoulder, sultry and coy. 

You are getting exactly what you want. All you had to do was get his attention, pry at his most basic instincts and now here he is losing his mind over the tight squeeze of your omega cunt. 

Maybe you aren’t so stupid after all.

But he’ll fuck you stupid, he’s sure of that. 

“I’m too old for silly games, kid. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

He proves his point by pawing at your belly under the water, pressing in until you can both feel how deep he is in your guts. The realization makes you whine, pushing hard back against him. 

“You think I’m just some toy to use during your heat?” Katsuki tuts, licking at one of his canines. “Just wait until I knot this stupid cunt and you beg me to keep coming back.”

A symphony of sex is ringing in your backyard, sounds of primal grunts, shrill little screams, balls slapping against your ass, water gurgling and splashing.

Any animal nearby knows what’s happening, that nature is running its course and you’re both nothing but senseless bodies looking for the simplest relief.

Katsuki slides the hand on your stomach lower, pinching your aching clit before he starts swirling it under the pads of experienced fingers. You start thrashing, cunt sucking so tightly he’s sure you’re hurting with the need to cum. 

“Pleasepleaseplease oh god please!” 

You shatter and his pride nearly bursts with you. Your cunt clenches, so pleased to cum around a thick alpha cock. You babble absolute nonsense, beg for his knot and a string of thanks yous and pleases and alpha alpha alpha dripping from your mouth into the wake of the pool.

The way your pussy squeezes him tells him you’ve been looking for this orgasm for hours, walls so swollen and pulsing. You must’ve been fucking yourself with useless toys since morning and finally got desperate enough to make a scene and get him to fuck you the way you needed. 

“Poor thing,” he coos, watching your cream float to the surface of the water. 

You’re totally mindless now as he continues to fuck you, body sloshing in the pool as he manhandles you to take what he wants. 

“Don’t even know if you can handle a knot, kid. You’re too tight.” 

That stirs you, makes you flatten your hands against the edge of the pool and push back to meet his rhythm. Over and over, you keep up with him, so fucking fraught to finally feel an alpha swell in your guts.

“Please don’t stop, please. Need to feel it, been in heat for d-days.”

“Oh omega, have you been fucking yourself silly with all the wrong toys, hm? Been stuffing yourself all alone in your room? Should’ve, ah, just asked me to come fix it.”

“You told me to stop b-bothering you…” 

“You’ll annoy me when your sink’s leakin’ but not when your pussy is? So fucking stupid.”

Only he’s starting to go dumb at the wrap of your cunt around him. The beast in his belly is raging, alpha instincts boiling in the summer sun. 

“C’mon, slut, milk my cock,” he pants and slams into you, lost in the way the water reflects around your curves and how your thighs are locked around his waist. He swears your body listens, some reflexive instinct that has your pussy clamping around his shaft until he can feel the veins of his cock squishing into your walls. 

The orgasmic build starts rushing up his spine, inflating the base of his cock inch by inch. 

“Holy shit, fuck~” you whimper at the first stretch of his knot. “Kat–Katsuki, ‘m so fucking full!” 

Finally he bursts, knot bulging into your gumminess until you’re plugged with him. His cum spills into your tight channel, filling you whole. 

Your sweet, stupid omega brain can barely comprehend the stretch. Another orgasm wrecks your body, has you falling face first into the pool. Katsuki scrambles to grab you, hoist you up and into his arms as you gasp and crest and cum all over him again. 

He can’t help but chuckle, easily maneuvering his back to the pool’s edge. He lets you calm down in his hold, your head falling against his shoulder as you try to breathe. 

“Get what you wanted, brat?” 

Katsuki pats your bloated belly, making you squeal as he rubs the heel of his hand against his knot. 

You nod dumbly, eyes closing to focus on the feel of him. He smirks realizing you’ll never forget him, your first knot. Omegas really are so emotional. 

Yet he’s taunted by the stupid bikini bottoms still floating in the water, mocking just how easy it was for you to boil him down to his base instincts. 

He’s too old for this shit. Especially as you start grinding down against his knot, cooing, reminding him you’ll be fucking him until your heat decides it’s done with him. 

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day 15 ; keeping quiet

↠ billy loomis x reader x stu macher

fandom: scream word count: 3.9k warnings: nsfw 18+, gf!billy and stu, DUBCON, semi-public sex, homoerotic undertones, mentions of gore, cheating, degradation, dirty talk, thigh fucking, double penetration, knife play if you squint, gagging, unprotected sex, creampies, cumplay, cum eating, fingering, my stu bias definitely shows sorry guys

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You weren’t really much of a party person, and all of your friends were aware of that. It was why none of them gave much resistance to the idea of you slipping away.

Stu’s house was insanely crowded, more than his usual parties. It was obviously because of the recent killing spree by the mysterious masked killer who had yet to be caught. Your general anxiety in loud spaces mixed with that of the unknown killer running around had you even more paranoid.

“Be careful!” Sidney calls out and Tatum waves as you make your way up the staircase. You send a small smile back as you weave your way through drunk teenagers stumbling all around, looking for more drinks.

You’ve been in Stu’s house plenty of times, having been friends with him for years at this point. You make a beeline straight for his bedroom, hoping that no one was in there hooking up so you could have a quiet place to decompress. 

You knock loudly on his door, pressing your ear against it as the loud music and teens make it hard to hear inside. There’s no answer to your knowledge, and you slowly peek your head in.

No one is in the room, and you breathe a sigh of relief. You shut the door behind you and plop down on Stu’s bed, laying yourself out in a heap of exhaustion.

A bang from somewhere inside the room startles you, making you jump up from your seat. You notice that Stu’s closet door is slightly ajar, and figure that something inside fell down. You make your way over, the closet creaking as you open it.

A gasp leaves your lips and you step back after seeing what it was that fell.

It was one of the ghostface masks. 

You slowly back away, eyes wide in disbelief with what you were seeing. No. It wasn’t possible, right? Stu couldn’t have been the killer; it made no sense. You bend down and cautiously pick up the mask.

It looks like your average store-bought cheap costume accessory. You inspect it closer, but bring a hand up to your mouth and almost drop the mask when you see what’s stained on it.

Small flecks of blood, all spattered across the edges.

The sound of the door creaking has you throwing the mask back into the closet and slamming the door, chest heaving as you pretend as though you weren’t searching through it.

In walks Stu, his trademark grin spread wide across his face. 

“Now what are you doing in here?” he teases suggestively and wiggles his eyebrows. He closes the door and leans against it.

But clearly you’re not very good at hiding your emotions, because the smile instantly drops from Stu’s face. “Have you been…snooping in my things?”

You bite your lip and can feel your heart drop in your chest. “What? No! I just came in here to rest.” Your voice sounds incredibly shaking and you know there’s no way he’s buying it.

Stu’s eyes narrow, and he stalks closer to you. You back away in return, but his long strides make it difficult to put distance between the two of you. “I think you’re lying to me.”

He utters out your name in a warning tone. At this point, you know, he knows you know, and you know he knows you know that he’s the Ghostface killer. You make a feeble attempt to duck past Stu and make a run for it, but he grabs your arm and pulls you against his chest, completely restraining you.

You try your best at escaping. You pound on his chest, wiggle in his grip, and even try biting him. That fails miserably and Stu slaps his large palm against your mouth, preventing you from screaming for help.

He drags you over to the bed, and you start to kick your heels against his legs. You aren’t sure what he’s capable of anymore. Is this the moment you die? Is Stu going to kill you? You let out a choked sob underneath his palm, clawing at his hand but to no avail.

You push back against him with all of the force of your body, yet Stu remains solid. “Be quiet,” he mutters in your ear. 

And then you feel it. On your backside, you can feel Stu getting hard. You whimper in fear, and your body goes limp. But he clearly notices that you could feel it, and he chuckles darkly.

“Got me excited with all that struggling, babe.” He shamelessly rubs himself against you, his erection fully hard beneath his pants now.

Despite the terror that you feel in that moment, you couldn’t help but moan silently.

You would be lying if you said you never thought of hooking up with your friend. Stu was hot, he was funny, and if Tatum was a reliable source, he also had a huge dick.

If fucking Stu could save you from death, you would gladly let him use you however he wished.

You quickly concoct a plan in your head—a lame one, but a plan—to seduce Stu in an attempt to hopefully convince him not to kill you afterwards.

Before you can even attempt to put your plan into action, the bedroom door creaks open. “Shit,” you hear Stu mutter under his breath. Both you and him turn together, and in walks Billy, sauntering as he usually does.

He pauses and raises an eyebrow as he surveys the position you and Stu are in.

“Did I interrupt something?” Billy smirks, his eyes going dark. You look up through your eyelashes at Stu, who presses you closer to him, as if warning you not to signal for help. He shakes his head at Billy.

“She knows, man.”

Your body goes completely rigid in Stu’s grip. A chill runs down your spine.

Billy was involved in this Ghostface shit too? Well, that actually surprised you less than Stu. Billy was kind of a horror junkie in secret, even rivaling Randy, and he always had this strange look in his eye whenever he thought no one was looking.

His eyes narrow and his jaw clenches. “Oh?” 

The tone in his voice is sinister, much different than what you’ve heard from him before.

He strides over, pulling out a knife from his pocket and holding it out towards you.

You shriek, but it comes out all muffled. You try to tilt your head away from where Billy points the knife to your chin, but Stu keeps his hand solid, forcing your head forward.

He clicks his tongue at you, teasing you for your failed attempts to escape.

“I really didn’t want to kill you now, sweetheart, but I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

Tears gather in your eyes, threatening to fall. You still helplessly struggle against Stu’s grip, choking back sobs. You so desperately want Stu to release his hand, want to beg the two of them to keep you alive. You’re two seconds away from sounding like you belong in a bad porno that the boys rent from the video store where the woman says please! I’ll do anything!

But you don’t need to do any of that. Because before Billy starts slicing and dicing and stabbing at you, he backs away and looks Stu up and down. He then barks out a laugh.

“What, did chasing her around get you all stiff?”

Stu grins cheekily and grinds his erection up against your butt. You let out a surprised moan under his palm, grabbing onto his forearm. “You know I’ve always wanted to fuck her, man.”

Billy eyes shift between you and Stu, before pausing on you. A smirk slowly grows across his features until it morphs into a toothy grin. You can see the way his cock begins to twitch in his jeans and your heart sinks into your stomach.

“I’m not going to let you fuck her alone tonight.”

As if Stu was waiting this whole time for Billy’s approval, the hand that was restricting your mouth moves off and down to his jeans. Before you can even think about opening your mouth, Billy brings the knife back up your face, right under your chin forcing you to keep your mouth closed and head tilted up to meet his eyes.

“If you say a word I’ll cut your throat open and stick my cock in it.” He imitates the motion of slicing the knife across your throat. 

You swallow harshly and can’t control the way you tremble under Stu’s hold. But the depraved part of you has your core throbbing, at the carnal lust that fills his eyes, so desperately wanting them both to get to fucking you sooner rather than later. 

Scoffing in his face, you try your best to put up a calm front. “Are you guys all bark and no bite? All I hear is talking but no action.”

“Oh you’ll be getting action soon, baby.” You can feel Stu’s erect cock rubbing against your backside and the way that his arousal stains your shirt. His hand holds it at the base as he guides it between your legs, slowly fucking you between your thighs. You look down to see the bulging red tip of his cock leaking beads of precum as it penetrates the plush skin of your legs with every thrust.

Billy takes his knife and slices your skirt right down the middle, the two pieces falling to shreds at your feet.

“Yeah, there it is!” Stu yells as his long fingers poke and prod at your pussy through your underwear until it soaks the fabric through. “All nice and wet for us now.”

He moves the material to the side of your puffy lips and without so much as a warning sticks his cock right inside.

“Oh fuck,” you moan out as quietly as you can with the intense pleasure. It slides in easily with how wet you’ve gotten over the past couple of minutes. You arch your back into Stu as his long cock bullies its way inside of you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

Stu begins thrusting immediately, the sounds of your skin slapping together being the loudest thing in the room.

“Such a dirty little slut,” Stu’s voice teases, laughter evident in his tone. His arm around your waist holds you up as he pounds into you at lightning speed, bouncing you up and down his cock. Your feet lift off the ground ever-so-slightly as he pulls you up. “But I guess I’m kind of a slut to. Always wanted to fuck you like this.”

Through your lust-filled haze, you can see Billy stroking himself through his boxers, jeans already unzipped and pulled down. He stares at both you and Stu and where the two of you connect. 

“You gonna join man?” Stu lifts you up under your thighs. The action lifts your feet up in the air and exposes your pussy directly in Billy’s line of view. Stu pulls his cock out enough so just the head remains inside, and starts fingering around your lips.

You gasp at the sensation, your arms gripping his own and your walls clenching down desperately onto him. Stu’s fingers make a v shape and pull your lips open wide. “There’s plenty of room for you in here.” 

“N-no!” You sob out, clawing at Stu and kicking your legs. The implication is not subtle at all, and the fear has you clenching even tighter onto him. There was no way that you could fit both of them in your pussy. Stu’s cock is already thick and fills you completely; you don’t think you could take another one without breaking.

Billy continues to palm himself above his underwear, the head of his cock poking out from the elastic band. “Fuck yeah, now your speaking my language!”

“No! Billy!” You shake your head wildly, tears threatening to fall from your swollen eyes. “Stop! It won’t fit!”

He rolls his eyes and takes his hard cock out of his boxers, pumping it with a few solid strokes. “Stop complaining.” 

“He’ll make it fit,” Stu giggles from behind you.

A strangled sound leaves your lips, a mix between a choke and a sob. You’re powerless in Stu’s hold as he moves your limbs every which way he pleases. He never lets up in his thrusts, his stamina completely insatiable, and it doesn’t feel like he’s stopping any time soon.

You have no choice but to lay helpless as Billy guides his cock into your wet hole, pushing against Stu’s. The stretch from the two of their massive lengths is painful, and you bite the outside of your hand as an attempt to soften your cries.

“Fuck,” Billy moans, slotting himself fully inside of you. His eyes squeeze shut and his head is thrown back in pleasure. Your hands press against his chest to stabilize yourself. 

Your eyes roll back as you start moaning audibly, his cock stuffing you full alongside Stu’s. 

“None of that.” Billy slaps a hand over your mouth and digs his fingers into your cheek. “If any one of those sleazebags outside hears those moans I’ll have to kill them and fuck you over their dead body.”

His voice is deep, gravely, and completely serious—you believe him in his entirety. You nod rapidly under his hold. You don’t want the death of anyone to be on your hands, no matter how annoying they are.

“Good. Now stay quiet.”

Billy and Stu take turns fucking themselves up into you. They give you any chance for a break, when one pulls their length almost completely out, the other shoves it in. They take turns pounding themselves into you. Your walls clench hard around them, being stretched to the brim. It takes all your power not to cry out from the pain and pleasure, but the fear from Billy’s unpredictably overpowers all other emotions. 

Billy seems to be caught up in the haze of his own arousal, fingers digging in the skin of your hips as he thrusts his cock in and out of you rhythmically. He groans. “Forgot what it’s like to fuck a tight, wet hole. Sidney still hasn’t put out yet.”

Your body instantly freezes at Billy’s words. In the midst of all the chaos that involved finding out that two of your friends were active serial killers, both of them have been wanting to fuck you, and both of them actually proceeding to fuck you, you were ashamed to admit that you completely forgot about your the rest of your friends downstairs. Sidney and Tatum, two of your closest friends, were partying just below you and were blissfully unaware that you were in fact not resting from the partying, but instead getting your hole absolutely destroyed by their boyfriends just a couple hundred feet away.

The reality of your situation comes back to you and the dread starts to sink in. Instinctively, you begin thrashing your body all around, causing as much commotion as you can. Your nails end up scratching Stu on his arm. “Ow!” he whines out, but it’s a cross between a whimper and a turned on moan. He bites your neck in retaliation. “I like ‘em feisty, you know. Really gets my dick goin’.”

Billy, on the other hand, doesn’t take your failed act of defiance so lightly. His hand reaches up and squeezes your cheeks as he pulls your face close to him, not letting up with the pistoning of his hips.

“Not. A. Word.” Every syllable is spoken individually, heavily gritted out through clenched teeth. At that moment, an array of muffled voices is heard right outside the bedroom door. Billy and you turn to the source of the noise at the same time. Billy turns back to you first. “You know what happens if they walk in,” he trails off darkly, and out of the corner of your eye you can see the glint of his knife as it rests on the side table, within an arm's reach from him. If he wanted to, he could easily slip himself out of you and kill the unsuspecting partygoers within mere seconds.

He buries himself back inside of you as you say that, the two of their cocks fighting for their spots inside of your restrictive walls. Billy and Stu moan in unison at the feeling, both of you gripping onto them and the way they feel pressed up against each other.

As hopeless as your situation may seem in the end, you try to make due with what you have and not let the guilt consume you. There’s nothing you can do about it now unless you want multiple people to wind up dead. It’s fairly easy to erase your mind of anything other than the two guys currently surrounding you, whose relentless thrusts make your vision go white and limbs go numb.

Stu attaches himself onto your neck, no doubt leaving a trail of hickeys that’ll last for days. You lean your head back into him, giving him more access to the area. His long tongue licks all around the area, sending shivers down your spine.

His mouth eventually makes its way up to your own and Stu covers it, kissing you with great fervor. His tongue slides into your mouth, swirling it around with your own tongue. The kiss is sloppy and uncoordinated, but it feels perfectly like him. It’s intimate as he massages your tongue and brings his hand up to cup your jaw. In that single moment, you can pretend like your new revelation didn’t exist and that this is just a sensual moment between you and your friend, who’s kissing you like his life depends on it.

But that’s not the case, as Billy brings you back to reality once again. He spanks your ass which has you gasping into Stu’s mouth and your eyes opening wide.

Spit dribbles out the side of your mouth as Stu finally lets up, moaning into your jaw. He gives your neck a big kiss before sucking another hickey into it. “I can be romantic sometimes,” he whispers teasingly into your ear, causing you to shiver.

Billy and Stu pound into you, even harder than before if possible, their hips snapping up against your body.

You know that your orgasm is fast approaching, the various simulations making you feel desperate for a release.

“Please, please, please, please,” your voice is hoarse as you whisper out in a breathy tone to keep as quiet as possible.

“Yeah? You want our cum inside of you?” Billy coaxes you, but you can tell that he’s just as close to reaching his peak as you are given the uneven rhythm of his ruts, pushing slightly against the pattern he had set with Stu.

You nod your head as much as you can, your vision going blurry with the speed you move it. You can feel Billy’s cock throb furiously in you and it's enough to make you reach your own orgasm before him, clapping a hand over your mouth as to not alert your presence to anyone outside.

Billy’s orgasm follows your own soon after, with a strangled moan leaving his lips as his hot cum releases all inside you. The mix of your two juices allows for easier movement within your walls, and after he’s done climaxing Billy slides out of you with ease.

But Stu is nowhere near stopping.

With the result of your’s and Billy’s releases aiding him, Stu ruts himself even further into you. He manhandles you so that instead of your previous position of being twisted in the air as Stu stands behind you, he throws you down on top of the bed and climbs on top of you, humping into you from behind with a newfound vigor.

“Finally get you to myself for a bit,” Stu grits out of his teeth as his hips piston at an immeasurable speed.

You can’t speak at this point, completely cockdrunk from the brunt of the thrusts you’re taking. Stu’s broad body completely engulfs your form as he pounds you into the bedsheets. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, and your tongue lolls out of your mouth, only low whimpers and droll being produced from it.

You can hear the squelching of your pussy, the result of Billy’s cum and your juices, as Stu pounds his cock as far as it reaches. You can feel the release escape the sides of your pussy lips with the brunt of Stu’s thrusts and you can’t help but whine softly as some of the warmth and fullness from the cum leaves your body.

Stu’s hand runs through your hair until he grabs it at the base. He pushes your head down completely into the bed, using much more pressure than what was needed. The force of it causes your ass to arch further into him as he presses his front fully against your back, curving his form as if morphing to the shape of your hunched and fucked out form.

“Now that’s a nice view,” he groans out, one hand at the root of your hair and the other pawing at your ass.

Animalistic grunts leave Stu’s mouth and you can feel as he reaches the cusp of his orgasm. Curses leave his lips as he finally cums, pushing himself inside you as deep as he can and hitting parts never reached before. You can feel the jets of his hot release inside of you as it comes out in huge, thick spurts.

When Stu finally leaves your walls, the mix of all three of your orgasms comes flowing out, making you moan at the loss of the fullness from all three of you.

“C’mon now, push it all outta you,” Billy’s voice calls out from across the room, speaking up from his previous silent observer role as he recovered from his own peak.

You obey, squeezing as much as you can with your weak body. You can feel globs of cum escape your entrance, cooling as it runs down your thighs and onto the sheets below you.

You flinch as you feel Stu’s fingers scoop some out of you, and the smacking of his lips indicates he tasted it. You moan, only able to picture what the scene looks like.

“Oh? You want some?” Stu’s fingers hastily appear in front of you. The fingers from his other hand pull your mouth open and he shoves the cum covered ones inside, making you gag instantly. He rams them in and out of your mouth, barely giving you any time to properly suck on the cum. Flecks of the fluid fly out of your mouth along with your own saliva. Tears fall without a warning, your gag reflex working overtime.

Stu’s fingers fuck your mouth until all of the cum is virtually gone from them. When he finally pulls them out, your body completely collapses. It trembles furiously from all the overstimulation, unable to hold itself up.

Stu gives you a big wet kiss on your cheek and slaps his now-limp cock onto your bare ass. You can only whimper in response, your body too heavy to move any part of it right now. Your vision is blurry, but through it you manage to make out Billy, with his sweaty complexion and rumpled clothes back on his body, talking down to you.

“You stay put until we can get everyone to piss off. We’ll be back for round two.”

[cultgambles]

*white knuckling the bathroom sink* do NOT infodump ppl about the fact that the first spn fic was a wincest one and that it was posted mere hours after the pilot and that the founder of ao3 was a wincestie and that the first fic on ao3 was wincest too and that the omegaverse as we know it was created by wincest shippers for jared/jensen fics *pointing at myself in the mirror with a shaky hand* ppl will think you're weird and off-putting you need to control yourself–

[cultgambles]

Scream 2

this is a follow up to a fic I wrote last year for kinktober, but it’s not necessary to read that one before this one. it can stand alone <3

pairing: ghostface!Dabi x f!reader x ghostface!Hawks

warnings: DARK CONTENT, please be advised. CNC, dubcon, fear play, knife play, home invasion, threesome, double penetration in one hole, eiffel tower for lack of a better term, oral (m!receiving), oral (f!receiving), backshots, also Touya is 6'4 idc what the canon says, au where Hawks actually double crosses the HPSC bc a girl can dream, rough sex, not exactly hair pulling but hair grabbing, face sitting, thigh riding, size kink, dirty talk, biting, marking, overstimulation, mild degradation, praise, impact play (barely), nipple play, breeding, let me know if I missed any please <3

word count: 5.3k

notes: Happy Halloween! 👻🔪🖤

“You’re absolutely sure about this?” Keigo asks as he narrows his golden irises at the white haired man before him on the rooftop. 

The sky is dark, especially in this part of the city. The few lights from the rundown buildings and buzzing street lamps provide the only meaningful illumination, as the moon is hidden behind a thick blanket of dark, heavy clouds that promise a storm is coming. 

“I’m sure. Don’t sweat it, feathers. Just stick to the plan and everything’ll be fine. Scout’s honor,” Touya replies, flashing a sardonic smile. 

“Your honor isn’t exactly worth much,” the hero scoffs. “But I guess I’ll have to take you at your word.”

Keigo’s dressed in his civilian clothes; an all black ensemble consisting of jeans, boots, and a well-fitting hoodie. He’d clearly heeded Touya’s instruction to dress for stealth, while the villain is still dressed in his stitched ensemble. 

“That’s a good little bird,” Touya says as he heads for the stairs. “Good luck. You might need it, hero.”

“Thanks,” he mutters, heaving an anxious sigh before he takes off into the cool night air.

You’re just getting ready to turn in for the night. It had been a successful Halloween. You and Touya were able to watch a few spooky movies and take turns passing out candy before he had to leave for whatever PLF business he’s up to tonight. 

He actually seemed to enjoy himself whenever it was his turn to answer the door. Maybe it was because he got a kick out of seeing the kids’ reactions to his Ghostface mask, but you have a feeling it was more about seeing your reaction to the mask. 

He hasn’t pulled it out since last Halloween, much to your disappointment. He just looks so good in it. You could even do without the theatrics. Just being able to ride him or get railed while he has that damn mask on would be enough.

You were hoping that he’d give you an encore tonight. He did use the code the two of you had established. You vividly remember him slowly lifting off the mask after closing the door on another round of trick-or-treaters and sauntering over to the couch with a mischievous grin on his face. 

“Hey, doll. What’s your favorite scary movie?” He’d asked, the question so full of promise, just as it had been last year. 

But it was well past midnight now. He’d said that he might be back late tonight, which is usually how it goes when he’s working. Maybe you two could have your fun on another night, you suppose as you retreat to your bedroom. 

You change into one of Touya’s t-shirts before you slip beneath the covers and just before you rest your head, your phone rings. Seeing that it’s your boyfriend, you pick it right up. 

“Hey, baby,” you greet him, sitting up against the headboard. 

Unfortunately, you don’t hear a word that he says. What you do hear is much more terrifying. A loud, sudden thud reverberates throughout the house and you swear it must be coming from your kitchen, but you were just in there hardly a minute ago. Surely, you’d notice someone creeping around your house, right?

Then again, you hadn’t noticed last year. Maybe he was keeping up the tradition after all. Trying to pull the wool over your eyes again to give you a scare. Well, not this year. You know better. 

“Sorry, baby. You were breaking up,” you say calmly as you slip out of bed and creep into the hall. “What did you say?”

You’d play along with his little game, but you know that you have no reason to be truly afraid. He’s probably hiding behind a corner somewhere, watching you as you pad about the house in nothing but his t-shirt and your underwear. The thought actually turns you on quite a bit. 

“I said I’m about to head home. Sorry things took so long, but I should be back soon. M’not far,” Touya says as he jingles his keys in his hand. 

“Okay. I was just about to turn in to bed, but I’ll wait up for you,” you say as you head into the kitchen to turn the light on. 

There’s a large duffel bag in the center of the floor and you can’t help but wonder what might be inside. Seems like he’s really trying to up the ante this time. Your insides start twisting with a heady mixture of both excitement and desire, but then you see a figure who seems too short to be your boyfriend step into the other entrance to the kitchen and your heart stops. 

“You don’t gotta wait up if you’re tired, doll,” Touya says on the other end of the phone, confirming that it’s definitely not him staring you down in that familiar Ghostface costume. 

“Babe,” you whisper, your voice trembling in fear as you take a step back and the masked intruder takes one with you. “S-someone’s in the house.”

“What?” Touya asks and you can hear the fear in his voice as well, which sends your blood pressure through the roof. “Doll, just stay hidden. I will be there as soon as I can. I’m on my way, okay? Where are you?”

“O-okay,” you respond meekly, your voice cracking as you continue to walk backwards. 

The intruder keeps at your pace, tilting his head to one side as he studies you. Your eyes are drawn to something glinting in the light as he reveals a blade from behind his robe. 

“Doll, where are you? Do they know you’re there?” Touya asks frantically as he fires up the car and takes off. 

You only faintly hear his voice and the tires skidding in the background of the call as you freeze up. Everything slows down for just a moment and then the adrenaline kicks in. 

You bolt for the front door, only to find that it’s locked from the outside somehow. You try again in vain to jiggle the handle, praying that maybe it’s just stuck, but it’s definitely fucking locked and that causes you to panic all over again. 

“Doll? Doll, answer me,” Touya yells loud enough for you to hear it even though you’ve since dropped your phone to your side. 

You don’t hear the stranger coming up behind you, but when you look over your shoulder, he’s right there. Close enough to kill you if he wanted. 

You scream in fright and drop the phone in your haste to bolt for the back door, but he jumps in your way. He’s on the smaller side, but he seems especially nimble. You aren’t sure you stand much of a chance getting away from him, but you have to try. 

You just have to last until Touya gets home. That’s what you keep telling yourself. A mantra that you repeat over and over in your mind as you scramble down the hall and into the first open door. 

The slam of the door knocks some sense back into you. You keep your hands pressed against it and take a look around the guest bedroom, eyeing the dresser nearby. It’s mostly empty and it’s not very big, but it’s better than nothing. 

A loud bang that sounds like a heavy fist thudding against the wood startles you and you let out a scream before you lurch towards the dresser to start sliding it across the floor. 

“Doll? Doll, where are you?” You hear Touya’s voice call out from down the hall. 

Your breath hitches in your throat. Do you come out? Touya’s more than capable, but you don’t know what this intruder is capable of. What’s his quirk? What if it’s deadly?

Your heart thumps wildly in your chest as you listen for sounds of a struggle, but your fear of something happening to your boyfriend wins out over your fear of something happening to you. 

“Babe?” You call as you burst out of the door, frantically scanning the dimly lit house as you creep down the hall once more. 

The kitchen lights have been turned off and it’s quiet. It’s silent. Eerily so. Just when you feel like you might have made a mistake, the stranger turns the corner from the kitchen and holds a voice changer up to his mouth. 

“Yes, doll?” He says, tilting his head in a mocking fashion as he slowly stalks closer to you. 

Your eyes go wide as you realize that you’d definitely fucked up and you attempt to retreat back to the relative safety of the guest room, but you hear footsteps right behind you. He’s moving too fast. He covers twice the distance that you’re able to and throws himself across the doorway before lifting the device to his concealed mouth again. 

“Fooled ya,” he says in the familiar, raspy distorted voice of Ghostface. 

Tears well in your eyes as you turn tail and run straight for the backdoor. You aren’t thinking, just moving. Hurtling towards freedom, which you are hoping against hope you are able to find, but all hope is lost when you suddenly collide with another figure in the kitchen. 

You slam into their firm chest and tilt your head back to look up at the imposing new intruder, who is also dressed as the masked fictional killer.

“Fuck,” you mutter, gaping up at the taller of the two in horror as you turn on your heel, only to find the other one right behind you. 

Both of them begin closing in, sauntering towards you silently. All that you can hear is the pounding of your heart echoing in your ears as you back yourself up to the island. The shorter stranger looks between you and his companion in crime, who nods in response as your heart sinks into your stomach. 

“Please. Please don’t hurt me,” you whimper, shrinking against the cool marble countertop. 

The shorter of the two lifts the voice changer to his lips and uses his other hand to brandish the knife once more, using the blade to lift the hem of your shirt and press the flat of the cold steel blade to your stomach.

“We’re not gonna hurt you, gorgeous. We just wanna play,” he says as he leans in closer. 

“I thought you liked playin’ like this, doll?” The taller one asks as he tilts his head to one side. 

You whip your head towards him, because you could swear that’s your boyfriend’s voice, but you’ve already been tricked once tonight. He flashes his palms, revealing no voice changer in his hand. No knife either. He snaps his fingers together and a brilliant blue flame burns away the glove concealing his hand to reveal familiar scars and staples. 

“T-Touya?” You ask shakily, blinking in surprise. “Then who the fuck is..?”

Your heart rate finally starts to slow as you trail off and shake your head, looking at the other Ghostface in confusion. You reach out to rip the mask off and are stunned to find Keigo’s wilder than usual blonde hair and disarming golden gaze beneath the disguise. 

“Happy Halloween, doll,” Touya purrs as you stare at Keigo’s handsome smirk. 

“I-I don’t understand,” you say quietly, not wanting to assume that what you sincerely hope might happen is actually about to happen. 

“Sure ya do,” Touya continues, his large hands finding your hips to draw you closer and bring your back flush against his chest, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as Keigo sets the knife down on the counter without taking his hungry eyes off of you. “You remember us having this conversation, don’t you?”

Your brow furrows and you look away from the hero as you try to remember just what in the fuck Touya is on about when you recall him prompting you with an unusual question a few months ago.

You were sitting on the couch, curled up watching a movie. Sleep was beginning to tug at you, trying to beckon you to bed, but you were stubborn and insisted on staying up to see the end of the film, even though Touya was making it that much more difficult by rubbing his unnaturally warm hands along your back. 

“Say, if we were ever to have a threesome with one of our friends, who would you want it to be with?” He’d asked you seemingly out of the blue, but unknown to you, he’d been ruminating on how to top his Halloween escapade for some time already. 

“Hmm?” You ask as you tilt your head back to look at him and shrug. “I don’t know. You don’t exactly have a whole lot of friends. No offense.”

“None taken. I’d consider that a compliment,” he says, shrugging. “But seriously. Well, hypothetically, I guess. If ya had to pick one, who would it be? There’s plenty of hot people in the PLF.”

You hum curiously, taking a moment to think it over as you tuck your face back into his chest and nuzzle into him. 

“Keigo. He’s hot and I’d trust him,” you reply bluntly, a yawn escaping you a moment later. 

“Good choice. You’re right on both counts,” he murmurs, a plan already coming together in his mind. “That could be fun.”

“I didn’t think.. I mean–I–,” you balk, looking between them in disbelief. 

“I wasn’t bein’ hypothetical, gorgeous,” Touya says as he spins you around to catch your chin between his thumb and forefinger, gently tilting your head back so that his blue eyes can bore into you while Keigo switches on the kitchen light. “So whaddya say?”

“We’re gonna need a clear answer before the real fun can begin,” Keigo says sensually as he steps close enough that you can feel his body heat behind you. 

“Yes,” you eek out, nodding your head as you try to wrap your brain around this unexpected turn of events. 

The bastard had gotten one over on you again after all, but it’s not like you can even stay mad about it, considering what’s in store for you.

“I hope you’re hydrated, doll,” Touya chuckles, fisting a hand into your hair to carefully tug your hair back and kiss you like his life depends on it. 

He sighs through his nose, groaning against your lips as his hand drops to your ass. He gives it a firm squeeze as he shifts his hips against yours, letting you feel how hard he is already. 

Keigo steps closer to press his toned chest against your back and tilts his head to start kissing along your neck as he grabs your waist and grinds against you from behind, revealing that he’s also sporting a raging hard on. 

You moan, working your tongue and your mouth against Touya as your hands explore his chest, searching for an opening in the black robe he’s wearing. 

“You wanna just cut to the chase already, doll?” The villain smirks, lighting his palm for just a second to reduce your scant clothing to ash. “I think we’ve been through enough foreplay and I’ve been waiting too damn long for this.”

He does the same to his clothing, pressing a hand to his chest and the other to Keigo’s. You feel another brief flash of tolerable heat before you’re hyper aware of the feeling of both of their bare bodies writhing against your own. 

“Oh fuck,” you sigh, tilting your head to one side as Keigo begins nipping at your sensitive pulse point, laving his tongue over it to soothe the subtle ache. 

You reach a hand back to work it into his hair and tug gently as you arch your back, grinding your ass against his stiff cock, which coaxes a gorgeous moan from him. You slip a hand between you and Touya as he captures your mouth again. Your fingers wrap around his length to guide the bead of precum along his shaft, drawing out a beautiful noise from him as well. 

Both of them suddenly pull away and you’re afraid that you’ve done something wrong until Keigo steps in front of you to grab your hips and effortlessly lift you up onto the kitchen island. 

“I’ve been thinkin’ about this for a long, long time,” he says, smirking as he leans in to kiss you and parts your legs. 

Touya stands back, stroking himself as he watches Keigo crouch down between your thighs. The blonde keeps his eyes on yours as he trails kisses and love bites along your inner thighs, slowly and steadily working his way up to your glistening pussy. 

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs as he sets his sights between your legs as dives in, his tongue parting your folds before it spears inde of you. 

He certainly knows what he’s doing and it immediately drives you crazy. You keep yourself supported and sitting upright with one hand, so that you can watch him feast on your pussy while you keep a hand in his hair. He alternates between bathing you with his tongue and sucking on your clit with just the right amount of pressure, drawing moans and whimpers from you with ease. 

You look up to seek validation from Touya, almost feeling guilty for enjoying yourself so much, but he seems to be just as into it as you are. He nods, grinning wickedly as he comes closer. 

“You enjoyin’ yourself, doll?” He asks as he stops stroking himself to instead reach beneath Hawks’ chin and slip two fingers inside of you. 

“Y-yes!” You gasp, your eyes crossing as your head tips back. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby.”

“I know, gorgeous,” he purrs and you can hear the smug smirk on his face. “Go ahead and cum all over my friend’s face. He’s dying to taste it.”

His words send you over the edge and you cry out, sending your release gushing into Keigo’s mouth as your hips gyrate on top of the counter. The hero wraps his arms around your thighs to keep you still as he continues ravaging you with his tongue. He noisily cleans up your arousal, sending you into overdrive as you whine and beg for him to show you mercy when it just gets to be too much. 

He eventually lets you catch your breath, but when he stands up to wipe his chin, the look on Touya’s face tells you that you in for much worse if you thought that was too much. 

“S’my turn to taste that sweet pussy, gorgeous. C’mere,” he says, nodding towards the hall as he scoops you up off the counter. At least he doesnt expect you to walk after that. 

He carries you into the bedroom and switches the light on before he lays you down on the bed and lumbers over you. 

“First things first, clean up the mess you made,” Touya practically coos as he offers his slick fingers to you. 

You hold his gaze as you slowly take the digits into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them and moaning quietly when you taste yourself on his skin. 

“Good girl,” Hawks praises you as he crawls onto the bed and Touya repositions, laying flat on his back. 

“You know my favorite number, doll,” he says as he delivers a swift smack to your behind, just enough to make you jump a little. “Assume the position.”

You look between him and Keigo curiously and do as you're told, straddling Touya’s face to wrap your hand around his cock and begin stroking, but before you can take a seat, he tuts his tongue. 

“I want your mouth on him, baby,” Touya says before he hooks his arms around you and forces you to sit. 

His mouth starts working wonders between your legs and you think you might just cum in record time after what Hawks had done to you, but then you remember that your mouth is needed elsewhere than just filling up the sticky air with filthy noises. 

You shift forward as Keigo comes closer, his swollen cock bobbing in front of your face. You lift your eyes to his and take great pleasure in watching the watch his head dips back and his Adam’s apple bobs when you take him into your mouth. 

“Fuck,” he groans, struggling to keep still as he lets you slowly bob along his length until you’re comfortably taking him in and out of his mouth while working your hand along his shaft. 

You keep your other hand wrapped around Touya’s cock, focusing on trying to please both of them while feeling like your brain is going to break thanks to what Touya’s doing beneath you. The moans that you drive from him send vibrations straight into your pussy that only drive you closer to the edge. 

You hold on for as long as you can, but it soon becomes to much again and you pull your mouth and hands away from both of them to sit up and support yourself with your hands on Touya’s thighs, gripping them tight. 

“C-can’t,” you practically sob, squeezing your eyes tight as you hang your head. “Holy shit.”

“Yes, you can,” Keigo coos as he reaches out to cup your breasts, massaging them with care before he starts tweaking your nipples, which sends you cascading into oblivion for the second time tonight. 

You nearly collapse, slumping forward as you’re overcome with pleasure, but Keigo catches you, loosely holding you in his arms as he rubs his hand along your back, which only heightens the sensations you’re feeling. 

You whimper in his ear and he presses a kiss to the side of your head as he and Touya gently ease you off of the latter, so that Touya can sit up. 

“You’re doin’ so well, beautiful,” Hawks croons, peppering kisses along your jaw until he finds your lips. 

“Mm,” is the only response you can muster at the moment as you slowly come down from your high. 

“So well,” Touya praises, moving behind you to rest his hands on your hips as he kisses along your shoulder. “Such a good girl. Can you keep bein’ a good girl for us, gorgeous? If we give you what you really want? Hmm?”

“Yes,” you say breathlessly, nodding your head as your eyes fall closed. “I’ll keep bein’ good. I’ll be so good.”

“That’s our girl,” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck before he places a chaste kiss to it. 

Keigo moves aside and then Touya presses a hand to your back, keeping the other firmly planted on your hip as he forces you onto all fours. He groans as he grinds himself against you, his cock gliding through your folds, nearly penetrating where you need him the most. 

“Please,” you whine softly, shaking your ass as you drop your hips back against him. 

“Since you asked so nice,” he purrs, smirking as he slips inside of you, letting you feel him enter you inch by glorious inch, his piercings sliding against your walls and making your eyes roll back. 

Keigo starts stroking himself as he watches Touya set a steady rhythm, fucking you just hard enough to make you gasp now and then as you fist your hands into the sheets and meet him thrust for thrust. The sound of your bodies colliding fills the room, mixing with the euphoric noises pouting from each and every one of you.

“Just gotta stretch you out a bit, gorgeous,” Touya pants, draping himself over you as he slows his pace. He reaches a hand around ti gently guide your face towards Keigo, who’s abs are drawn taut as he continues stroking himself, his eyes now fixed on your face. “You think you can take both of us? He’s not exactly small either, but I believe in you, doll.”

Your eyes widen, but you find yourself nodding. You aren’t sure if you can do it, but you’d be damned if you didn’t at least try. 

“I want to,” you breathe out, nodding as you reach out towards Keigo to take over stroking his cock, tugging very gently to guide him closer as you smirk up at him. “We should get you nice and lubed up though, yeah?”

His eyebrows raise and he looks extremely pleased as he nods and cradles your head in the back of your hand as Touya straightens up. 

“So fucking good,” Touya marvels through grit teeth as he picks up the pace again. 

He lets you adjust to having Keigo in your mouth, but he starts pushing your further, driving into your hard enough to make you deep throat the hero, which makes both of them groan sinfully as they watch you swallow their cocks at either end. 

“Fuck,” Keigo sighs as he suddenly backs away. “Anymore of that and I’m gonna be done way too soon.”

“Let’s see if you’re ready then, doll,” Touya says, smirking as he pulls out and kneads the fat of your ass before giving it a light smack. “Lay down, Kei. You should her pussy for yourself first.”

Hawks lays on his back and Touya cups your cheek to guide your face towards his one, giving you a passionate kiss before he lets you go and nods towards the blonde. 

“Give him the ride of his life,” he says as he wraps his hand around his own cock. 

You climb on top of Keigo, leaning in to give him a kiss and slip your tongue into his mouth, teasingly tracing it around the entrance of his mouth as you wrap your hand around his length. You suddenly sink down and he lets out a choked groan as he seizes your hips. 

You rest your hands on his chest, smirking with satisfaction as you start riding him, moving your hips slowly at first as your walls clench around him, hugging his cock tight. 

“You feel so good, Kei,” you say breathily. 

His eyes widen and for a moment, he feels like he might just cum and pass out right there. He lets you set the pace, watching you intently as you bounce up and down on his length. His hands glide over your body, exploring every inch of you that he can reach before they settle on your breasts. He massages them as gently as he had earlier before tweaking your nipples. 

He seems to get a better idea as he sits up and wraps his arms around you, grabbing your ass to start guiding your hips more forcefully while he takes your nipple into his mouth to suck. He expertly moves his tongue across the sensitive bud, flicking and swirling it around as he applies more pressure to your hips and encourages you to quicken your pace. 

“Just like that, doll,” Touya pants, struggling to stave of his own end as he senses yours coming. 

“Keigo,” you whimper, grasping onto his shoulders as you squeeze your eyes shut and throw your head back, your hips bucking as you come undone again. 

“Oh fuck,” he groans loudly, panting for breath as he continues fucking you through your end while fighting off his own. 

Touya pulls his hand away from his cock to take a few deep breaths, watching you contort with pleasure until you’re through the worst of it. He moves behind you and kisses along your shoulder again, sending delicious shivers down your spine. 

“You sure you wanna do this, doll?” He asks quietly, his tone sincere. 

“Yes. Yes, please,” you whisper, nodding weakly nodding your head. 

“You don’t have to do any of the work this time, baby,” Keigo says as he runs his hands along yours arms and lays flat on his back. “Just let us make you feel good.”

You nod again and Touya rests a hand on your back to gently guide your forward so that you’re laying on top of Keigo before he situates himself behind you. 

“I’ll go slow,” he assures you as he first works one finger inside of you. Then another. 

You and Keigo both moan quietly, your shallow breaths mingling with one another’s as he drags his fingertips along your back. Touya starts slowly thrusting his fingers and Keigo slowly shifts his hips, working you open further as you rest your head on the blonde’s chest and submit to it. Once he’s confident that you’re able to take both of them, Touya slowly guides the head of his cock inside of you. 

“Shit,” he groans, continuing to gently bully himself inside. “It’s so fucking tight. So fucking good. You feel that, Kei?”

“Fuck yeah I do,” Hawks sighs, holding perfectly still as his face twists with pleasure. “It’s so fucking good.”

You press your nails into Keigo’s biceps as you feel the two of them stretching you open and filling you up in a way that you never thought possible. They’re right. It is so. Fucking. Good. 

“Fuck me,” you beg quietly once Touya’s seated inside of you. “Please fuck me. Wanna feel both of you.”

“You’re gonna, baby,” Touya croons as he slowly draws his hips back and pushes inside of you again. 

The sensation is glorious. It’s mind numbing. It’s like the best drug you’ve ever felt and you know that you need more of it. 

He holds onto your hips and Keigo seizes your waist as they both begin to move in tandem, slowly at first, but working their way to a pace that has you at a loss for words. You couldn’t find any if you tried. None of you can apparently. 

The only noises to be heard are your bodies all grinding against each other. The lewd squelching of fluids between your forms as you trade sinful noises and panting breaths back and forth. Eventually, you do find one phrase, but just one. 

“Cum inside me, please. Please,” you whine, your voice pitching higher as you feel another orgasm building, this one threatening to tear you apart in the best way. “Cum i-inside.”

“We’re gonna breed you so fuckin’ good, doll,” Touya promises without missing a beat. “I promise.”

They seem to have mastered their movements. Together, the two of them drive you steadily towards your end whilst chasing their own. You snap first, of course, howling with pleasure as your writhe on top of them, your walls contracting impossibly tight around both of their cocks. 

Keigo cradles your head and kisses the top of it, whispering praises and Touya hunches forward to do the same, speaking them right into your ear as both of them keep driving themselves inside of you with unparalleled need. 

Keigo finishes next, his eyes snapping shut as he lets out a long, loud moan, his rhythm stuttering just as Touya finds his end. His head snaps up as he leans back and grips your hips with bruising force, delivering a few more good thrusts while letting out a primal groan before his thrusts become sloppy and begin to taper off as he lays himself across your back again. 

The three of you are left a sweaty, blissful mess on the bed. You’re so wonderfully full. So much so that you’re leaking all over both of them, but neither of them seem to care and neither do you. It’s as if the world has stopped for a minute and you’re all floating outside of time and space, suspended in this moment.

“So good for us,” Touya finally murmurs after who knows how long. He gently grabs your chin to guide your face towards his once more, a lazy smile on his lips as he captures yours in a decidedly sweet kiss. “Happy Halloween, doll.”

thank you for reading! I hope you have/had a safe & happy halloween!

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Character: Sukuna

AU setting: Church

spice level: NSFW

Mood: writers choice

Kinks: Non-Con(however would it be alright if it's consensual non con?), daddy kink, breeding, spanking, Size difference and Praise

(Could it be Fem reader? Thx !! :))

I might have added a couple kinks and took some liberties with the CNC kink but I hope you like it! 

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Sukuna as a Priest. Probably very offensive to Catholics (I know nothing about Catholicism so please look over any errors). Breeding. Spanking. Sort of CNC. Dubcon. Daddy kink (he’s a priest so Father is used instead of Daddy), light bondage. Size difference. Rough sex. Praise. Dividers by @benkeibear. 

Part of CandyCandy’s 2k Followers Event! Any feedback whatsoever would be adored!

You stand in the drafty hallway outside Father Sukuna’s office, shifting from one foot to the other. He’s angry with you. He definitely saw that you were late for morning prayers, and he happened to be walking by when you flubbed reading the study verses to your students. As a new nun working in this Catholic school, you should be providing a strong example for the students to follow. Instead, they giggle when you try to scold them. 

Father Sukuna, the headmaster, has had to discipline you several times now for your careless behavior and mistakes. You appreciate that he’s taking the time to give you such personal attention, but his punishments can be… severe. 

And so you take a deep breath before knocking lightly on his door. He calls for you to come in, so you twist the brass doorknob and push the heavy wooden door open, then step inside. 

The room is large, with high ceilings and tall windows along the back wall. The air is chilly, despite the low fire burning in the fireplace. You flinch when the door slides closed behind you, feeling like you’ve been sealed in.

There’s a large wooden desk in the center of the room, and behind it sits Father Sukuna, looking at you over the top of his reading glasses and closing the Bible in his lap before placing it on the desk. 

“Do you know why I asked you to come?” 

His voice is deep and smooth. His black priest robes do little to conceal his muscular form. As he pulls off his glasses, his unusual red eyes seem to shimmer. His handsome face is lined with black tattoos, remnants of his former life before joining the priesthood. 

You fidget beneath his piercing gaze, thinking, far from the first time, that it’s a waste for someone like him to be a priest. Sensuality seems to ooze from every pore on his body. Every little move he makes, every word he utters with that voice, makes you think impure thoughts. 

“I was late this morning,” you say, looking at the floor. 

“And?” he prompts. 

“And I messed up my reading of scripture.”

“Twice,” he adds. 

You nod pathetically. “Yes, twice.”  You raise your head then, meeting his eyes. “I beg your forgiveness, Father! I’ve only been a nun for six months now. I’m having a hard time adjusting.”

He stands up from his leather chair and walks around the desk to stand in front of you. This close, you’re very aware of how tall and big he is, how he towers over you, how he could throw you around like a rag doll if he wished. You can smell his cologne, a deep musky scent with contrasting cherry blossom undertones. 

“It seems that you need more discipline, Sister. Did you come prepared?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, your face burning with shame as you reach your trembling hands down and grip your robe. Hesitantly, eyes on the floor to avoid his face, you slowly pull the fabric up to your waist. 

Just as he instructed, you’re wearing no panties, only black silk thigh high stockings. Even with your soft thighs pressed together, he can definitely see your bare pussy, shaved the way he demanded. 

“Ah, so you can follow instructions after all,” he says, and you glance up at his face to find him grinning widely. It’s an expression wholly unbecoming of a priest. 

You watch as he steps back to his desk and uses one arm to knock everything off it with a single swipe. Then he pats the desk and says, “Climb on, and get in position for your punishment.”

You drop your robe and move over to his desk. He lifts you up and sits you on it, then you nervously maneuver yourself to be on your hands and knees. Your limbs are shaky as he walks around behind you and jerks your robe up again, letting it bunch up at your waist, leaving your lower half bare. One of his large hands sets upon your naked ass, then rubs down it, tracing your shape. 

“As for what we discussed earlier… are you still certain?” he asks. 

“Y-yes,” you say. 

Two days ago, Father Sukuna proposed giving you “special discipline” to help you improve as a nun and turn away from your careless, sinful behavior. He said it would be intense, possibly painful and embarrassing, and that you would have to consent to allowing him full access to your body, using it however he sees fit. He gave you those two days to think about it. Today, you gave him your answer. 

Now, with his eyes roaming over your exposed flesh and his warm hand squeezing the fat of your ass cheek, you don’t regret your choice, even if it’s humiliating. Because you truly do want to be the best nun you can be, and… being touched by a man like him, so tall and so intimidating, with those wild tattoos, makes your body quiver with excitement. So many nights you’ve laid in your bed, shamefully touching yourself while thinking of him. 

He gave you a word, what he called a “safe word”, for you to say if you decide you can no longer handle the discipline and want to stop. Otherwise, he said, he would continue no matter what you say. The very thought of being completely at his mercy both frightens and thrills you. 

Stepping around to the front of you, Father Sukuna pulls your rosary from your neck and winds it tightly around your wrists, binding them together and forcing you to lean more on your elbows than your hands. This makes your position slightly more unstable, and leaves your ass elevated higher than the rest of you. 

He moves out of sight for a moment, and returns holding something in his hands. It’s a large wooden paddle with several holes drilled into it. Your eyes widen as you stare at the threatening object. 

“Years ago, before I became Headmaster, this paddle was used to punish misbehaving students. We don’t do that anymore, but we keep the paddle around. Sometimes it’s effective to just have it lying on the desk when talking to an unruly student.”

He slaps the paddle into his open palm, resulting in a loud thwacking sound that makes you jump. “The holes supposedly make it sting more,” he tells you, that unnerving grin spreading across his face again. 

Moving to your side, he holds the paddle up, looking down at your glassy, wide eyes, then he swings it downward, smacking the harsh wood against your trembling, vulnerable ass. You cry out in pain, feeling the burn of the holes, instinctively trying to scoot away. 

Father Sukuna uses his free hand to firmly grip your shoulder, holding you in place, before bringing the paddle down again. This time the sting is enough to bring tears to your eyes and a scream from your throat. 

But he remains merciless. 

Thwack!

Thwack!

Thwack!

Three more hits, each one hard enough to make your body jump from the desk. Your ass burns. It has to be totally raw by now. 

“Father, please! Forgive me!” you weep, your knees nearly collapsing, your face now buried in your forearms, your hands clutching the rosary that has them bound together. 

Father Sukuna pauses and sits the paddle on the desk beside you. He uses his now empty hand to grip your sore cheek, kneading it, making you whimper. 

“Spread your legs wider,” he commands, and you struggle to comply, scooting your shaking knees further apart. He leans over to look, making you flush with heat and embarrassment. “Such a sinful body,” he says. “You’re absolutely dripping.”

“I’m so sorry, Father!” you cry, desperate to close your thighs and hide your shame, but knowing better than to anger him. 

You feel his hand slide down, and then his fingers dip into your wet folds. You shudder, fighting the urge to try to pull away. He laughs as his fingers brush over your clit, making you twitch. “Such a fuckable little cunt,” he says, and you glance back at him over your shoulder, shocked by his words. 

“Father?” you ask, trying to ignore the feeling of his fingers stroking you. 

“Hmm? Do my words concern you, Sister? I find that hard to believe when this soaked pussy is practically begging to be fucked. Do you want that? Do you want to be fucked by my huge cock?”

“I… I don’t…”

He suddenly withdraws his hand, picking up the paddle again in one smooth motion and then slamming it back down on your raw, stinging ass. This time it hits so low that it connected with your pussy. You squeal and jerk, and Father Sukuna holds the paddle up to his face. “You’ve gotten it all sticky,” he says. 

After sitting the paddle back down, he reaches down with both strong hands and effortlessly flips you over onto your back. He grabs your bound wrists by the rosary and jerks your arms above your head, then forces your legs even wider apart. He pulls your whole body down toward the end of the desk, making your robe ride up even further, nearly exposing your chest. 

He uses one hand to pull up his own robe and open the black pants underneath. “I fucked countless women before becoming a priest,” he says, his voice deeper than usual. “I thought I got it all out of my system. But fuck it, I’m still a man. So I’m gonna ruin this cute little pussy of yours.”

His tone of voice, his manner of speech, they seem different, rougher. “F-father, please,” you beg, “be gentle with me!”

He pulls a massive cock from his pants and lines it up with your entrance. “Not a fuckin’ chance!” he says, then immediately shoves himself all the way in. 

You gasp as you feel yourself being completely stuffed, his hands firm on your waist, keeping you steady as he pounds into you. “Please forgive me, Father!” you sob out. 

“Huh? Forgive you for what?” he asks, that maniacal grin on his face. 

“F-for being so sinful!” 

He laughs before he leans down and extends his tongue, licking a stripe up your crying face. “No need to apologize. Your tight pussy feels fucking incredible! This sinful body of yours is a blessing!”

You feel dazed, out of your mind, as his cock repeatedly slams into you. You have no idea what’s right or wrong anymore. You gaze up at him through teary eyes. “Is… is this part of the discipline? To make me a better nun?”

He reaches one hand down to stroke your clit, making your hips buck off the desk. “Yeah, I’m making you a better nun!” he grunts. “I’m making you my personal little slutty nun!”

You can’t take anymore. Your mind and heart are so confused. Only your body seems to understand Father Sukuna’s discipline. So you let go, you let yourself fall over the edge, and you scream out his name as you cum around his cock, clenching him with everything you have. 

His grin only gets wider, his red eyes gleaming, as he fucks you even harder. And when you finally feel him pulsing inside you, followed by a gush of his hot sticky cum filling you up, you lose all strength, going limp on the desk beneath him. 

Once he’s bottomed out, he pulls back and looks down at you. “Good girl, taking my cock so deep. I’ll forgive your mistakes this time,” he says as he buttons his pants and pulls his robe back down. His voice is returning to his more formal tone. “But if you don’t show more grace as an employee of this school, I will have to discipline you again.”

He reaches down and unties your hands, then gives your rosary back to you, leaving you speechless and stunned. You quickly recover and scoot off the desk, jerking your robe back down to hide the cum dripping down your thighs. 

“Thank you, Father,” you say with a quivering voice as you hurry out of the room. 

[cultgambles]

Hey! I know it’s late, but I really like your MHA fanfic “Green Haired Maid.” I enjoy your take on the maid kink/role-play featuring Deku/Shoto Todoroki. 🥰

thank you!! im glad you liked it ❤️❤️

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─ SHE CAN GET IT

{ dabi x sub!fem!reader } { 9.5k words }

៚ · you’ve gone to the tattoo and piercing parlor that sits between the two family-owned restaurants before, never for yourself but as support for friends. The man with jet black hair who does a majority of the work always makes small talk with you, encouraging you to stop by for yourself. Your curiosity is piqued, if they can do it why can’t you? It won’t hurt that bad, right? It’s not like his gaze alone lights a fire deep in your core.

⌾๑ˊૢᵕˋૢ๑ warning! { tattoo-parlor au, no quirks, dom!dabi, needles, nipple play, piercing nipples, cock piercings, biting, vibrator, semi-public sex, masturbation, minor dacryphilia, overstimulation, teasing, squirting. }

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I’ve noticed that fic binders seem to be focused on longer fics, ones in the 50k onward range, which makes sense and is great because these fics absolutely deserve to be put into print! But, the thing is, my favorite fics have almost always been short one-shots, and no one seems to be talking about binding them.

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Like a Virgin

TOUCHED FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME 🎶

So dabi is probably a virgin, but if he did lose it, i feel like he would have lost it at like a glory hole or some shit LMAO so i’m writing it. Also he’s like in his early 20s here, before he joined the league.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Warnings: nsfw, virgin!dabi, def ooc, experienced gn!reader, afab, awkward, first time, public, semi-public, unprotected, wrap it before you tap it! soft, praise

Word count: 4k

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THE FIRST VISIT

The bar Dabi’s at is packed. People are close enough to be akin to sardines in a can. They’re all sweaty and moving to the beat of the music playing overhead. The strobe lights flashing gives a red, then blue, then yellow-green glow to the room. He usually spends his days here, nothing else to do for a runaway. He squeezes past a couple and leans against the wall, surveying the area with intense blue eyes. He takes a drag of his cigarette and lets the smoke fill his lungs. Dabi lets the butt of the cig slip out of his fingers and he extinguishes it under the toe of his boot.

He soon saunters off to the back of the bar, where the toilets are. There’s only one stall, so he’s stuck outside waiting for the two blokes before him to finish up. A couple on his left are pushed up against the wall, clearly lost in each other. He shoves his hands into his pockets and stares up at the ceiling, clicking his tongue in boredom. While there is a fair amount of graffiti littering the walls, one in particular pops out to him.

It’s a drawing of a keyhole, a pair of lips, and a key. “Keyhole?”

“What was that buddy?” the guy in front of him mumbles.

“Nothing, just lookin’ at that up there,” he says back.

The guy looks up. “Oh yeah, that’s been there for ages. A buddy of mine got the full experience, if ya know what I mean.”

Dabi nods. He can guess what it means. No one’s ever looked at him in that way, burnt skin and all. Sure, he used to be cute, but now? He couldn’t fathom it. He shakes his head.

No use dwelling on the past.

The restroom finally opens up and he’s able to relieve himself. Too many beers, maybe. As he’s zipping up his pants, out of the corner of his eye, he sees a small hole at almost waist level. He ducks down to inspect it. Above it, it says ‘stick it here!’ with an arrow pointing down.

“I know you’re there,” he hears a soft voice say from the other side. A slender hand reaches in slightly, curling a finger in a beckoning motion.

“I don’t think you’d want me,” Dabi says.

“That’s why it’s a hole in the wall. Being anonymous is kind of, like, the whole thing here. If you don’t want this, it’s fine, just send the next guy in.”

“You sucked off the other guys that were here before me?”

“No, I just got here. But my friend did.”

“Fine, I’ll give it a go.”

“Never done anything like this before?”

“No.” Dabi decides to be vulnerable for once. He clears his throat. “No one’s ever…”

The other person is clearly surprised, evident in their voice. “Why come here, then?”

“If you saw me, I don’t think you’d like me,” is all he says before slipping his soft cock through the hole. It’s at an awkward angle, but nothing he can’t manage.

“Well your cock looks nice. I’ll be vulnerable too. My name’s [Y/N].”

Dabi grunts as cold hands stoke down his shaft, just getting the feel of his weight. [Y/N] gives a few experimental tugs and slowly, it rises to attention. His cock’s nice, with a tip flushed red and two veins on the underside. [Y/N] runs their thumb over the slit as beads of precum build up at the tip. It’s now slick enough that [Y/N] can easily run their hand up and down. Dabi bucks slightly with each tug and he leans his forehead against the dirty wall.

The sensation of someone else touching him is so different from his own calloused hands, and he can’t help but keen at the feeling. Suddenly, a hot mouth envelops him.

He actually moans at this, to which he promptly curses. [Y/N]’s mouth feels like heaven, he can feel the back of their throat, their nose nuzzling at the base of him. [Y/N]’s hand massages his balls, involuntarily coaxing more sounds out of his mouth.

Dabi’s hips jaunt at one particularly hard suck and he swears he hears [Y/N] moan a bit.

“Are you touching yourself, too?” he manages to wheeze out.

[Y/N] hums, the vibration of it buzzing around him. “What if I am?”

“Oh fuck,” he curses. “A little more, doll. Your mouth feels fuckin’ perfect around me.”

Dabi feels the familiar tightening in his body and not long after, he shoots off without warning. [Y/N] milks him, hand and mouth working wonders to prolong his fulfillment. Dabi’s surprised that he cums in their hot mouth, that [Y/N] didn’t pull away. They pant in sync, even though a thin wall separates them.

“I--[Y/N]...”

“That was nice, stranger, hope to taste you again,” they say cheekily. Dabi hears the clack of their shoes and the soft lock of the door behind them. He’s still buzzing slightly from the sensation, but he manages to tuck himself back in his pants and wash his hands again.

When he comes out of the bathroom, a few people are standing there. Some impatient, others with a knowing look. One guy even gives him a thumbs up.

Dabi’s cheeks heat up as he ducks out of their way. He makes a beeline for the door and takes a deep breath. Did that really happen? It was the most thrilling thing that’s happened in a while, and selfishly, he wonders if it was good for [Y/N] too. Was he a good size? What about the taste? Dabi shakes his head and slinks off into the night. Maybe he’ll come back to the hole in the wall, if he’s bored and in the neighborhood.

Who is he kidding? [Y/N]’s mouth around him felt amazing.

THE SECOND VISIT

The next time he steps into the bar, it’s a Thursday, a couple of months after his experience in the bathroom. Same amount of people, but he’s the one who’s different. He’s decided the best way to salvage his skin is to keep the sutures he’s gotten intact. It’s painful, and he feels them bite into his flesh at every movement. He rubs at his nose, feeling the heat of his new piercings react to the pressure.

Dabi pulls out a stool at the bar and motions for the bartender. “What can I get ya?”

“Surprise me, I want something strong.”

“Gotcha, be ready in a few,” the bartender replies, turning around to clean a glass.

“Hey, I recognize your voice,” someone beside him drawls.

It’s someone about the same age as he is.

“Do I know you?”

“Hm, not sure, but I know a part of you.”

Dabi raises an eyebrow, and suddenly it hits him. “You’re [Y/N]?” Dabi looks them up and down. How did he manage to get such a hot little thing giving him attention like this?

“Surprised you remember my name, hotshot,” [Y/N] smiles, taking a seat next to him.

“What can I say, I remember good experiences.”

“Aw. That’s sweet.” [Y/N] sips at their martini. A silence washes over the both of them as they both survey the club. “Did you want to dance?”

“Couldn’t hurt,” Dabi shrugs, taking a swig of his drink and slamming it back down on the counter. [Y/N] drowns their drink as well and takes Dabi’s outstretched hand. They make their way to the center, near enough to the DJ that the music vibrates in their bones more intensely. [Y/N] puts Dabi’s hands on their hips as they both move to the beat. He dips his head down and bites at their ear. [Y/N] feels his hands creeping up higher, massaging into the flesh.

“You look good, [Y/N],” Dabi mumbles.

“I like the look in your eyes. I like the way you carry yourself,” [Y/N] smiles, tilting their head up to give him a wet kiss on his neck. “Your staples are cool.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“I like the way they glint in the light. Like jewels. Are you ever gonna tell me your name?”

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

“You want me to call you daddy?”

Dabi smirks. “You said it, not me.”

After a couple more songs and being pushed by the crowd, [Y/N] asks if he wants to go outside.

“Lead the way, doll.” [Y/N] smiles and grabs his hand, tugging him out of the bar and into the cool night.

“I want to get to know you.”

“There’s not much to know.”

“What about your name, for starters? Where are you from?”

“I go by Dabi these days.”

“Dabi, hm? You runnin’ from something, Dabi?”

He chokes--[Y/N] pretty much got that one on the nose. “You could say that. I’m just trying to find my way now.”

“At least you’re trying. I feel like I’ve been stuck in the same loop since forever!” [Y/N] whines.

“Do something new then,” he says, like it’s obvious.

“I wish it were that simple.”

“Why isn’t it?”

“Well you’re one to talk. You just said it yourself, you’re still finding your way.”

“I’ll change my sentence. I’m looking for someone, and they’ll show me the way,” Dabi’s uncomfortable at the very least. He hasn’t real talked with someone in so long.

And with a complete stranger, no less. But somehow, [Y/N]’s presence is comforting.

“And who are you looking for?” Dabi looks away.

“Fine, don’t tell me then. Keep your secrets.”

“Sweetheart, there’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

[Y/N] stops. Turns to look at him. “I think you want change. I don’t know in what way, but I get the feeling you’ll do whatever it is to get that change. Am I right?”

“No,” he says, like a liar.

“I hope you’re able to do whatever it is, Dabi.”

Dabi nods awkwardly in thanks. In the moonlight, [Y/N] looks beautiful. Stern, and strong. “Tell me about you.”

“Me? I’m going to uni to become a teacher. I work at a coffee shop. I’m sleep deprived. That’s pretty much it,” [Y/N] shrugs.

“And you give bj’s to random guys in bathrooms,” Dabi adds.

“Oh yeah, and that. I guess that was out of my usual loop. I’ve only ever done that one other time, you know.”

“You were right, it was nice. Being anonymous I mean,” Dabi reveals, “I’m not much of a looker.”

“Well, I think you’re handsome. C’mon, let’s go sit on that bench. I’m tired of walking.” Dabi doesn’t know how to respond--no one’s called him handsome before. The only thing beautiful about him that he would consider would be his fire.

Yeah, those flames are a beauty. Dabi clears his throat and sits next to [Y/N] on the bench. He turns to them. [Y/N] is looking up at a couple birds flying in the sky.

The two sit in silence until Dabi feels [Y/N] shiver a bit. Dabi looks down at them and tentatively throws an arm around them.

“You’re warm, Dabi,” [Y/N] sighs, leaning into his chest. He can smell their scent, and his mouth waters slightly.

“I have a fire quirk.”

“That’s funny. Mine’s a water one.”

“Don’t put me out,” Dabi jokes.

“Don’t give me a reason to.”

“Can I touch you?” Dabi blurts out.

“You’re dirty,” [Y/N] smirks, “Out in the open? What if we get caught?”

“No one’s out here,” he laughs.

“If you heat up your fingers, maybe?”

“Anything for you.” Dabi’s lucky [Y/N]’s wearing a skirt, he can just easily run his fingers over their thighs and dip into the warm flesh of their lower stomach. [Y/N] reaches out to hold Dabi’s wrist tentatively. Their hands are quite smooth, unlike his, and he’s tempted to bring one up to cup his face in a tender motion.

His hands run up their skirt and stroke their sex lightly through the lace there. [Y/N] keens slightly, bucking up for a bit more friction. He’s looking for all those delicious reactions, any hint of distress or pleasure. Afterall, he wants to be good for [Y/N]. He takes a shallow breath. Hopefully he just doesn’t mess up. Instead of thinking about it too hard, he guides [Y/N]’s face to his own with his other hand and gives them a sweet kiss.

“You’re so tender, Dabi. The opposite of what you look like. You look like you could just eat me up and leave nothing but bones.”

“Next time, sweetheart.” He sucks a hickey into their neck and pushes thier panties to the side. He rubs at their clit softly, drawing in small, tight circles. [Y/N]’s already getting wet, and he runs a finger over their slit to gather some wetness to relieve the raw friction.

“Can’t you make some pretty noises for me, baby?”

[Y/N] whines. “Stretch me out with your fingers, Dabi. Gently, okay?”

He watches [Y/N]’s chest rise and fall with every heavy breath they take. He nods, tentatively pushing in with one finger. They’re warm and tight and his dick jumps at the thought of being inside of them completely. His fingertip presses the walls slightly, feeling the gummy texture. [Y/N] pulls up their skirt to their stomach and Dabi’s eyes glue into the way he’s slowly thrusting in and out of them. He adds another long finger. His fingers come out slicked, glistening in the moonlight.

“Am I doing good for you?” he says before he can think.

“Yes, Dabi. You’re doing a good job, baby. You’re making me feel so good,” they say breathlessly, rubbing up on his palm for more friction. Dabi leans in to kiss them again, which they happily return. A few more swipes, and he feels [Y/N] tighten up slightly, rhythmically. “I’m close. I...ah…” their voice catches as they cum around his digits.

“Oh, baby,” Dabi coos. He gingerly pulls his fingers out and brings them up to his mouth to taste their essence.

“Hard to believe you’ve never done that before,” [Y/N] laughs.

“Shut up,” he rolls his eyes, pulling them to their feet and pulling down their skirt. He brushes a stray hair from their face tenderly. He liked how [Y/N] took the time to guide his movements. Something he hasn’t had in a very long while. [Y/N] smiles, taking his larger hand into theirs and squeezing reassuringly.

“Let me take you home, doll. It’s getting late.”

[Y/N] tells him their address softly. “I hope you don’t come murder me, now.”

“I’d never murder a sexy thing like you.”

“You just want the full experience, huh?”

“Can’t hate me for it. Everything else has been good, you can’t deny it.”

“Never would.” They stop in front of an apartment building, standing awkwardly. “I’ll be seeing you,” [Y/N] says sweetly and reaching up to kiss his cheek.

Dabi nods, smiling slightly. He watches [Y/N] ascend the stairs and disappear out of view.

THE FINAL VISIT

Dabi’s sitting on the bench where he and [Y/N] were those couple of weeks ago, mindlessly swiping on his phone. He’s got a message from Giran that reads Got someone I’d like you to meet. He’s not excited, but whatever, if it gets him closer to his goals he could deal.

“Hey, stranger,” he feels something kick his boot. Dabi looks up, ready to burn the person to a crisp until his eyes meet familiar [eye color] ones.

“Oh, it’s you,” Dabi mumbles. He sits up a bit straighter and makes room for them.

“It’s me,” they smile, sitting next to him. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“I’ve been busy.” Flaming people, he adds in his head.

“Wanna go for a drink? It’s happy hour.”

“Nothing better to do now,” he says.

“Not too busy for lil ol’ me?”

“How could I resist someone like you?”

“Ha. You can’t.” [Y/N] sticks their tongue out and the two make their way over to the bar. Dabi pays for the both of them and they sit at a booth watching the crowd.

[Y/N] leans into the heat of Dabi’s chest and he fights to get his heart under control. “How’s your quest going?”

“It’s fine. A little closer, as of twenty minutes ago, actually. Still stuck in the same loop?”

“Well that’s good. And sort of, though I think it’s about to change. I’ve got an interview tomorrow. I’m just hoping it’ll go well.”

“I’m sure you’ll do great, sweetheart.”

“Thank you.”

“How ‘bout some good luck sex?” Dabi waggles his eyebrows. [Y/N] giggles.

“Missed me that much, huh?”

“Sure, if you wanna think that,” he shrugs, trying to hide his blush into a cough.

[Y/N] pulls his face towards them and plants a sweet kiss on his lips. “Since you asked nicely.” Dabi gives them a questioning look. “I like the texture.”

“Not the only thing that’s textured,” he says huskily.

“Something new? Show me.” Dabi takes their hand and leads them into the dusk. The sun is disappearing behind tall buildings, clouds orange and pink and beautiful.

“Let’s go to my apartment,” [Y/N] says, “you remember where it is, right?”

“Yeah. Be careful when you invite strange men into your house,” he chides as they walk briskly down the street.

“Don’t be a stranger, then. Besides, somehow if I was in trouble, I think you’d know.”

Dabi hums. He’d like to think that, but with his crazy life, he could be out across the country. [Y/N] and Dabi finally stumble up the stairs and they jam the key into the lock, and turn it so it clicks open. They’ve almost got it open when Dabi huffs and pushes them into the room roughly. “You’re being too slow.”

“C’mon, at least let me lock the door.”

“Doll, if any sorry son of a bitch decided to come in, I’d first let them watch us and then burn them to a crisp,” he growls. And much more softly, “you’re safe with me.”

Dabi reaches down to grab their waist and pull them closer, while[Y/N] wraps their arms around his neck. They trade heavy kisses for a while, his tongue poking into their mouth and running along the teeth. [Y/N] leads him backwards to where he can only assume is where the bedroom is.

Their room is messily made and he bounces on the bed a bit when he’s pushed down onto it. [Y/N] climbs onto his lap and he bites at the expanse of skin between their neck and shoulder. They trace fingers along his rough skin, the staples, and lastly, cup his cheek. “Purple is my favorite color,” [Y/N] whispers before pulling their top off.

“Cheesy,” is all Dabi says, shrugging his coat off and pulling his shirt off. Slowly, his hands reach up to cup the soft flesh under their bra, rolling the nipples between his fingers. [Y/N] reaches behind to unclasp the hooks there.

“What happened to you?” [Y/N] asks as more of his flesh is revealed.

“My quirk. It’s not too good on my body.”

“Wish I could heal them like Katara.”

“Like, Avatar?”

“Duh,” [Y/N] lifts a hand and summons a floating ball of water.

“Water is soothing on them,” he says, watching it swirl and lap around. [Y/N] smiles, bringing it to his upper chest and softly pushing it through the grooves of skin. Dabi’s eyes close in appreciation and he flips them over so he’s hovering over their frame. He leans down, kissing everywhere he can manage: tummy, chest, neck. [Y/N] giggles. He makes his way down to their hips and slowly undoes the jean button and unzips the zipper. [Y/N] squirms to help him pull their pants down, and he tosses them somewhere behind him.

He breathes in their scent, leaving a soft kiss on their underwear. He removes those too. It’s his first time seeing this in person, and he’s amazed that he's even got this far. Is this how [Y/N] felt when they saw his member? It’s straining against his own jeans.

[Y/N] pets his hair. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

“I want to.” He tentatively gives a kitten lick up the slit, and [Y/N] shivers at the sensation. He sucks at the bundle of nerves there and grips their hips. His hot mouth attaches to them, tongue swiping out to explore the area there.

He eats them out like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have, and it quickly is becoming his favorite activity. [Y/N]’s reactions are the best, and he likes how warm their thighs are around his ears.

They moan out his name softly. “I want to feel you inside me already. Please.”

“You’ll have to wait, sweetheart. I want you cumming around my tongue.” [Y/N] makes a muffled sound into a pillow in almost disagreement. He continues his ministrations until wetness floods his mouth. It tastes much stronger than when he sucked his own fingers that time. He purrs in pleasure.

[Y/N]’s coming down from their high and he stands up at the end of the bed to take his pants off. “I’m a little different than when you last saw me.”

“Oh?”

He steps out of his boxer briefs and his cock bounces out. [Y/N] scrutinizes him closely. “Oh! You’ve got piercings!” They scoot to the end of the bed and reach a hand out to feel the barbell piercings.

Five in total. “Did those hurt a lot?”

“Didn’t feel amazing,” he deadpans.

“They’re cool, Dabi. You sure they’re healed up?”

“Yeah, baby.” [Y/N] leans back onto the bed, and he swears they look like an angel posed just for him. He’s hovering above them once again and they stare into each other’s eyes.

“I’m ready for you. Whenever you are,” [Y/N] says sweetly. He could melt at their consideration, and he nuzzles his face into their neck to show his appreciation.

He holds himself with his right hand and presses the tip against them. Slowly, he pushes in, warmth enveloping him in a delicious way. He bites his lip to suppress any embarrassing sounds that he could make. [Y/N] feels full in the best way, the piercings feeling odd, but not unenjoyable as they rub against their walls. They both adjust to each other, and soon enough, [Y/N] gives the okay that he can move.

He does, his hips moving slowly as he balances on his forearms. They’re both lost in the feeling of each other, and it’s beautiful and wonderful and amazing. [Y/N] brings his face down to share a sweet kiss.

“Is this good for you?”

“Yes, Dabi. You’re doing good. Making me feel so good. Ahh...your piercings feel so interesting. I’m not hating it at all, though.” Dabi blushes at the praise. “You can go faster.”

“Yeah? Can we try different positions?”

“Whatever you want, baby. We’re both in it together.”

Dabi nods, flipping them so [Y/N]’s seated on top of him. They look so poised up there, for a dick in them.

“Interesting choice,” [Y/N] laughs, rolling their hips and slamming down on him. Dabi’s head thrashes to the side and he lets out a groan. [Y/N] takes the reins, planting their hands on his chest and moving their body up and down. His hands reach up to hold their breasts, and he’s enamored how they move with the rest of them. He thrusts up experimentally and [Y/N] lets out a sound of their own.

“Don’t be shy, I wanna hear you. C’mon, [Y/N].”

“Hnng,” they whimper in response as he hits a particularly nice spot. [Y/N] falls to his chest and he wraps his arms around them.

“I’ll take over now,” he says, gripping their hips and pounding into them harder, his primal instincts taking over his brain. The sounds of their moans and skin slapping against skin echo throughout the room. [Y/N] chants his name like a prayer, and he loves how it rolls off of their tongue, especially since they’re filled with pleasure because of him. He feels them tighten around his cock and he almost cums right then and there.

“Dabi,” [Y/N] sighs. “Fill me up. I wanna feel you.”

“Baby, I’m as close as I can get.”

“Wanna feel you,” they mumble incoherently. [Y/N]’s eyes roll back, and their mouth opens in a pant. “Cumming...Dabi…cum with me...”

He feels the familiar tightening in his balls and he coaxes [Y/N] to hold out a bit.

“I can’t...I’m…Dabi…” [Y/N] squeaks as they both climax together. He languidly thrusts, enjoying the feeling of [Y/N]’s pussy milking him. He’s cum so much it’s leaking out and falling to the sheets in a puddle.

They allow their sticky bodies to just lay and be content in the afterglow of post-sex. Dabi pulls out slowly and holds [Y/N] in his arms.

“I’m glad you were my first,” he whispers.

“Cheesy,” [Y/N] giggles, turning around to grab their hydro off the nightstand. They take a long sip and offer some to Dabi, too. He drinks and [Y/N] lays their head back on his chest. “Can we just stay like this?”

Dabi just kisses them on the forehead and they both drift off to sleep.

Maybe the best sleep he’s had in a while.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” [Y/N] pokes his nose. Dabi grumbles out something unintelligible and opens his bleary eyes. [Y/N]’s standing over him in a blue sweatshirt that comes down to their thighs. “I’ve got breakfast for you. And there’s some sweats in the bathroom if you wanna wear ‘em.”

He nods and watches them walk out of the room. He finds the bathroom without much trouble and stands in front of the toilet. After yawning, he pulls on the sweats that are folded there. Dabi wonders if they’re an ex’s or what the deal is. He stumbles into the living room and [Y/N]’s sitting on the couch holding a plate above their lap. There’s one on the coffee table for him as well.

“Wanna watch anything?”

“Sure,” he says, plopping down next to them and inspecting the food.

“It’s just an omelet. I don’t have any poison, if that’s what you’re wondering.” [Y/N] clicks on the Netflix icon and pulls up a random movie.

“Thanks.”

Is this what he deserves? Soft mornings like these? He fights a smile that wants to bubble up. In this moment, he decides he’s found one person he’s been looking for. If Giran wants him to meet who he thinks it is, he’ll have to be much more careful, for [Y/N]’s sake.

But maybe that’s worth it when he can hear [Y/N]’s sweet laugh filter through his ears.

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MONEY WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS. | S.GOJO + R.SUKUNA.

ʚ♡ɞ SYNOPSIS: babysitting ryomen sukuna’s son, yuuji, has its perks— money comes easy and he lets you do whatever the hell you want…including fucking your boyfriend on duty. that’s only, of course, if you let him join in.

ʚ♡ɞ PAIRING: satoru gojo, ryomen sukuna x fem!reader.

ʚ♡ɞ WC: 3.2K.

ʚ♡ɞ RATED:   mature, 18+, mdni.

ʚ♡ɞ GENRE: college!au, babysitter!au, smut.

ʚ♡ɞ CW: please read ! heavy smut, ( characters aged to twenties ), age gap, sukuna is in his fourties, reader and gojo are twenty-one,  dom!sukuna, dom!gojo, heavy!degredation, daddy!kink, slight!cucking,  dub-con, threesomes, oral sex ( female recieving ), impact play, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, double penetration ( kinda ), unprotected sex, creampie.

ʚ♡ɞ A/N: happy friday my lovelies!! i’m back with another wonderful commission from @pan-cakez who has allowed me to post!! this is my first time writing a full fic for JJK and it was super fun, so i hope you all enjoy!!

ʚ♡ɞ masterlist | requests | kofi

babysitting yuuji itadori was easy money.

he was a good kid, well behaved and full of energy—it had taken you years to nail a solid bedtime routine for him, although with him starting highschool…you had little need for silly cartoons and a warm glass of turmeric milk before bed. so babysitting him was easy money especially for a college student— all you had to do was keep him fed and make sure he’d done his homework.

the kid was practically old enough to take care of himself but you already knew why his father, ryomen sukuna, had kept you around for this long. 

sukuna was a dilf by all possible standards, a silver fox with a charming personality and cheeky quips that would have filled your tummy with butterflies if you weren’t already dating someone. you knew that whenever yuuji was dropped off at school, all parents stood a little straighter and smiled a little brighter to get sukuna’s attention.

not only was he built to the level of gods, bulking out any t-shirts he wore with a jawline that could cut gems rarer than diamonds— ryomen sukuna was the best boss you could ever ask for. he paid well, more than a sitter should probably earn, left money for food and sometimes booze if yuuji had an early bedtime. sukuna let you have whoever you wanted over, never a need to ask permission.

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Day 4 | Sukuna Ryomen | kinktober 2021

kinktober 2021 masterlist

4th October - Voyeurism

paring: ryomen sukuna x f!reader (x satoru gojo)

summary: you and sukuna had been seeing each other for a while but decided to keep it a secret from the rest of the jujutsu sorcerers. 

until sukuna see’s gojo eyeing you, that’s when he decides he doesn’t want to keep it a secret anymore

words: 4.4k

a/n: doesnt follow the canon of the show, sukuna and itadori are separated. 

warnings: no spoilers, 18+, smut, (unaware)voyeurism, unprotected, possessive and toxic sukuna, alcohol

← day three | mirror | hawks                            day five | size kink | erwin smith →

The beat of the music thumped the air around you, it was so loud that you could feel the bass of the song in your chest. 

Of course Gojo would rent an entire nightclub for Halloween, anything to flex his bank account on everyone. 

He even put a large tab behind the bar - large hardly described how much it really was, you and Nobara figured out that everyone would have to order around 43 cocktails each until it even came close to running out.

Unfortunately, some people had taken that as a personal challenge. Ryomen Sukuna was people.

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Hey! Could you do some reationship headcanons for tomura, toya and hawks?? it's okay if not!

why would I say no to my top 3 bnha boyfriends?

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x reader | Touya Todoroki x fem!reader | Hawks x reader.

Relationship headcanons

TOMURA SHIGARAKI

contrary to what ya'll may think, he's actually pretty sweet.

we have seen how Tomura does care for those who are close to him multiple times.

and you are the closest person to him.

he really wants to pull some semblance of a man for you, in fact, he knows damn well that when it comes to you, he becomes Tenko again.

he feels like a child who wants to do things right, and even though he hated that you were able to do that to him at first, he is glad about it now.

if it weren't for you, he would have lost himself completely a long time ago.

he does not want you to have anything to do with the league. At all. He knows that would put you at risk and that's the last thing he would ever do.

does he misses you when he's gone for too long? more than anything. Being with you makes him feel good in every sense. And he never thought he could be able to feel good again.

but even though he misses you, he doesn't really care, because he knows it's for your own good.

besides, missing each other for a long time makes reunions way better.

you have a nice, normal life. He loves that about you. You are the type of person who goes to work, arrives home and opens a bottle of wine while you watch a movie. It's the most ordinary thing ever but, to him, it's extraordinary.

no running away, or fighting. Just you, living a peaceful life; and he has no idea what the fuck could be so interesting about him for someone as perfect as you to love him so much.

so he tells himself that maybe you aren't that perfect. Maybe you are a bit crazy.

when he's not with the league, he's with you.

he loves to put his head on your chest while cuddling. It makes him feel safe, and loved.

another thing he loves is to take a bath with you. You sitting between his legs while he washes you hair and presses kisses to your neck.

at least then, he can pretend that he isn't a monster.

he touches you as if you were made out of glass, but it's mostly because he doesn't want to hurt you.

he is constantly scared that he might decay you, so he never ever ever takes his gloves off when he's with you.

but he also hates to not be able to feel your skin, so he got himself a pair of gloves that only cover two of his fingers and allow him to run his thumb through your face.

he kisses you All. The. Time. His favourite place to kiss are your cheeks and your neck.

he likes to do things for you. He wants to be as much of a normal boyfriend as he can. He always remembers special dates, probably better than you.

you are his whole world. The person he loves the most. He would literally do anything you asked him.

the only example of a relationship he ever had, were his parents. And he definitely doesn't want to treat you like his dad treated his mom.

he never shoves your opinion aside. What you have to say is just as important as whatever he has to say. or more.

if he's honest with himself, he would leave the league for you. You just have to ask, but he knows you never will.

AFO and the league don't know about you (or so he thinks). He is afraid that they might think that you are a distraction and hurt you, so you are his secret.

he also knows that you are his only weakness, so it's imperative that none of his enemies can track you down, which is why he makes sure you change your location at least once a year.

don't worry, he is the one who carries all the boxes and he also helps you pack your things.

you two watch movies while cuddling all the time.

whenever he has money, he spends it on you. Like I said, he wants to be a normal boyfriend, so he buys you things from time to time because he knows you hate it when he steals.

you are the only person he has ever told about his family. And he lets you call him Tenko.

normally, he would think the name is disgusting. But when you say it, he feels as if you really knew him, as if you could truly see him.

no nicknames, just your name said with a loving tone.

there are some bad days, where he feels like is selfish of him to be with you because he knows you could do so much better, but he also can't let you go.

he is a jealous man. Not possesive though. Again, he had a great example of a toxic relationship while growing up and he doesn't want to be like that.

but he internally screams everytime a man even dares to look at you.

and oh boy, if they flirt with you... The only reason he won't decay them on the spot is because he doesn't want to scare you but he will beat the shit out of that man. Or at least try to.

he had some trouble saying "I love you." Not beacuse he didn't feel it, but because he had a hard time recognizing that feeling. The first time he said it was pretty caothic.

the heroes were hunting him down and he was getting ready to leave your apartment, while you were begging him to let you follow him and he kept saying no.

at the time, you thought he didn't want to let you go because he was being a little bitch, so you snapped at him.

"(y/n), I won't let you come because I love you!"

you didn't know if you should slap him for the way he yelled at you and how strongly he had grabbed your shoulders or kiss him.

you kissed him.

after that day, he didn't have any problem with saying how much he loved you at all.

he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. He already feels guilty enough about the fact that he can't take you out to dinner, or meet your parents, so he tries to be the best version of himself he can for you.

he truly believes you are the best thing that has ever happened to him and he wants the best for you. If there came the day when the best for you is for him to leave, he will. Even if it tears him apart.

TOUYA TODOROKI

oh boy...

dating Touya is like dating one of those bad boys with motorcycles that were the love interest in every 60s movie.

he acts like a complete fuckboy but he actually only has eyes for you.

sometimes you truly believe that he might not know your name because he only ever regards you as "doll", "gorgeous" and "sexy."

in fact, you have never heard him call you beautiful. That word doesn't exist for him. He only knows "sexy"

you are wearing a new dress? "You look so sexy, doll."

you are cooking something? "What are you making for us, sexy?"

Heck, you could be wearing a plastic bag and be covered in mud and he would be like "sexy."

it's just his way of saying you are beautiful.

everything about being with him is just so hot.

never one boring day.

he still flirts with you as if he was still trying to impress you. "Damn doll, have mercy on me. I only have one heart."

sometimes he might act as if you were just some one-night stand but you quickly shove that thought away when you catch him looking at you as a man who spent months in the desert and has finally found an oasis.

he smells like cigarette smoke and cologne. and whiskey.

his kisses are always very passionate and he's quite handsy, he usually grabs your ass while kissing you.

he is a fucking jackass who doesn't deserve you and he knows it damn well, in fact, that was a huge problem at the beggining of your relationship.

he used to flirt with you non-stop before ya'll were a thing so it took you a while to take him seriously. You thought he just wanted to get under your skirt at first.

and when you started to fall for him, he got scared.

he thought he would never be able to pull it off. Not with you. You were not like him, your family loved you, you had friends and a job and he had absoulutely nothing he could give you. Hell, he didn't even have any money to ask you out on a date.

so when he saw that you had started to see him in another light, his first instinct was to protect you from himself.

he avoided you for a while. It was the right thing... Right?

he couldn't get you off his mind. He missed you so much, it hurt.

so he gave up and decided to see you again. He was an awful, selfish man. A villain. This was the type of thing a scumbag like him would do.

but when you saw him, you were furious. He disappeared and now he came back as if nothing had happened? What an asshole.

You were screaming at him, punching his chest, pushing him away, and right at that moment, he decided it would be a good idea to kiss you.

and since you don't have strength of will, you let him. That's how it all started.

there was an occasion in which he came home totally wounded. You were very scared for him and while you were tending to his wounds, you coulnd't help the tears that ran down your cheeks.

Touya wiped the tears away as he pulled you into his chest despite how much it hurt.

"I'm so sorry Touya, you are the one who is in pain, and yet, you have to comfort me."

he stared at you for 10 long seconds as he held your face before saying it for the very first time.

"god, (y/n). I love you so fucking much."

you helped him grow as a person, you encourage him to reunite with his siblings and he knows that you do it for him, because you want him to have a family besides you; because you want him to be better. Maybe one day he will follow your advice. Not anytime soon tho.

he usually wakes up before you and prepares a cup of coffee for both of you.

random fact, but he loooves it when you ask him for help when you need to put on a dress.

the type of boyfriend that is always on your side during any argument with someone else, even if you are in the wrong. When he doesn't agree, he'll wait till you are alone to tell you, but never infront of someone else.

sometimes, a tiny bit of his brain tells him that you would have loved him more if he had become a hero. He thinks about how honorable that would have been in the eyes of society, and how vile it is that you have to hide the fact that you are together.

once, he was having a crisis while thinking about that and told you that he would stop it all if you asked him to. No more vengeful plans or crimes. Just you and him.

but you feared that he could regret it later, so you asked him for just one thing. No more lost lives. Not even his father's. If he wanted to make him pay, he would have to find another way to do so.

he agreed, and he has kept his promise.

he really wants to be deserving of you. He doesn't want to hide forever. Touya knows that he can't just be a good man all of a sudden and act as if nothing happened or avoid consequences, but he doesn't want to add more things to the list either.

because even if he denies it to himself, he started regretting many of his decisions the moment he met you.

this man slaps your ass as if he got payed to do it.

he does it even infront of others, which is incredibly embarrasing.

you do know the league, but much like Shigaraki, he tries to keep you as far from all of that as possible.

he makes the filthiest remarks ever. He likes to whisper them to your ear to make you all flustered.

Can't. Sleep. Without you. He just can't. A lot of things weight on his mind and the only way he can feel at ease, is with you.

once you said he looked cute with his morning hair and now he ruffles it intentionally when he wakes up.

sometimes he wishes he could introduce you to Rei. He knows she would like you.

whenever you get your period, he uses his quirk to help you with cramps.

he randomly lifts you up over his shoulder and spins you around. As if you were a kid. He mostly does this when you are mad at him. You might think that he's to scrawny for that but this boy has strong arms.

sometimes he sings you songs his mother used to sing to him when you have nightmares.

this man loves to dance so he randomly puts some music on and starts dancing with you around the house.

he can be romantic when he tries. Buying you flowers when he can, or bringing you dinner so that you don't have to cook.

overall, he loves you more than anything in the whole world. He might not say it often, but it's not necessary.

his whole being belongs to you and it always will, even if one day you decide you don't want him anymore.

KEIGO TAKAMI / HAWKS (slight spoilers from the manga)

all right, this man is perfect. literally perfect.

he is exactly the type of boyfriend every girl wants. Handsome, famous, sweet, talented, strong... What else do you want?

Keigo's world rotates around you.

it may not look like it but he is a very lonely man. His mother doesn't care about him and he doesn't have many friends.

so when you come around, and show him all of this affection, he is stunned.

he's got you very spoiled. Bought a nice house for both of you with a big garden because you told him you loved flowers. He comes home with random gifts from time to time even though there's nothing to celebrate. "We're celebrating that we found each other, dove."

he constantly escapes from his job to see you.

he is a little bit paranoid when it comes to your safety. Always scared that someone might target you to hurt him.

your relationship is public, after all. It would have been impossible to keep it a secret when the media is constantly inquiring on the number 2 hero.

and of course, you are the most hated woman on the country.

and you don't give a damn.

he is the most affectionate man alive. Always hugging you, kissing you, telling you how much he loves you...

so many dirty jokes.

his whole motivation as a hero is to create a better world for you, and who knows? Maybe for your future kids.

I think I mentioned this somewhere before, but he wants you to be proud of him, to be deserving of you.

he likes to take you in his arms and fly over the city with you, although he doesn't do it often because he doesn't like you to be seen with him for your own safety.

very clingy.

he sleeps all night long while holding you. And you won't be able to break free unless he allows it.

the only thing he thinks about when he's at work is you. How long will it take for him to go home?

as soon as he passes the door, he flies runs towards the couch, opening his arms towards you. He won't take a no for an answer.

he can also be very serious sometimes though. Specially when he has rough days at work. He lays his head on your legs as he rants about everything.

you are the only person he takes advice from, and the only one he asks.

you worry so much about him and he knows he should feel guilty but he actually thinks it's so cute.

with one exception.

after his fight with Dabi, you were terrified. You had never seen him that injured and you honestly thought he wouldn't make it.

the first thing he did when he woke up, was to ask where you were. He couldn't even speak but he somehow managed to ask about you. He thought the league might have wanted to make him pay using you.

and then you entered the room... And you looked so terrible. He couldn't see himself but he genuinely thought that you probably looked worse.

that was the first time he felt incredibly guilty. You didn't deserve this.

still, he was mostly relieved to see that no one had gone after you. He could never forgive himself if you ended up hurt because of him.

he became way more private about your relationship since then. The media even stated for some time that he had broke up with you.

he is a total gentleman.

he opens the door for you every damn time. In your own house.

never lets you carry anything.

he knows perfectly well which ingredients you use the most, so he places them in a way that they are within your reach in case he's not home to reach them for you. He mainly doesn't want you to get on a chair or something like that because you could fall.

you love to have long conversations with him. He's a great listener and a very uderstanding man.

romantic dates are his thing.

he may avoid going out with you too often but that's why he bought you two that house with the beautiful garden.

he prepares a beautiful set-up whenever he has free days just for you two.

not a great cooker but he tries or ends up buying something in your favourite restaurant.

your parents love him.

your mom thinks he is so sweet and handsome. She actually calls him handsome all the time. You tried to stop her at first since you thought it was embarrassing but you can tell that he loves it. It boosts his ego.

your dad respects him. He is grateful that he takes care of you and treats you right.

you are Keigo's favourite person, so you are the first being he calls everytime he has news to share, or anything, really.

all of those classified matters that he is told not to share end up in your ears at the end of the day.

he mostly does it so that you don't worry too much. He thinks you'll be calmer if you know what's going on.

arguments are pretty rare and they only happen when he works to much or puts himself at risk, but even if he was in the right, he always apologizes first. He never lets you go to sleep being angry with him.

you are his top priority and he would do anything to keep you safe.

pls just give this man a hug, he loves you so, so much.

[cultgambles]

NSFW Headcanon (18+)

Pairing: Dabi x Reader 💙

Aight, but imagine riding Dabi who's handcuffed to the headboard. He's got his head thrown back and he lets out the filthiest the moan, so obscene that it should be illegal. He looks so fucking sexy that you get your phone to take a video to capture the moment, and the second he notices he says something like:

"Fuck yeah sweetheart, make me your porn star."

Good God I would let this man break my back, I kid you not 🥵

[cultgambles]

ghost-in-love is now cultgambles!

finally got around to changing my url after a couple years...i will now be working to make sure all links are changed!

[cultgambles]

Have you Ever Read Your Own Work For Pleasure?

Hey, hey you. It’s easy to forget why we write our stories when we’re deep in the editing and critiquing phase. Remember: your story was written to be enjoyed. 

Take some time out of critiquing your work, turn off your critical eye, and read your story for pleasure. 

Enjoy your work, enjoy the only story ever written to perfectly suit all of your tastes, and fall in love with your own writing again.

You’ve worked hard, you deserve it. And, if you understand why you wrote your story, and understand how your story is supposed to be enjoyed, maybe that editing will get a little easier. 

[cultgambles]

Curiosity - Dabi x Reader (Smut)

Summary: You had always been curious about the rows of staples that Dabi had on the palms of his hands, more particularly... how he pleasured himself.

Warnings: NSFW. Masturbation. Handjob. Mention of his staples. Shameless dick print. Dabi being a tease.

Word count: 3k

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[cultgambles]

Yeah She Bad Ain’t She

Why would I wanna keep her to myself

Dabi x Reader x Hawks

Wrote this in Hawks’ POV bc try new things. Enjoy! Also got inspired by some audios on gwa lol but what’s new.

Voyeurism, exhibitionism, public, threesome, mutual masturbation, one (1) gay joke, they/them pronouns for reader, afab tho

WC: 1794

Masterlist | Requests? open

The first time you step into the dingy bar of the LOV, you scrunch your nose at the smell. Cough into your fist, and scan the room with careful eyes. You see Tomura Shigaraki nursing a whiskey at the bar, Kurogiri behind it, Spinner chatting up Twice. Dabi is laid back on the couch, his arm slung around someone you don’t recognize.

“Hawks, our newest member!” Shigaraki says to the team. “Give him every hospitality.”

“Hey-yo!” you say, saluting leisurely as a greeting. Shigaraki introduces everyone, as if you don’t already know who everyone is. Except one person, the one cozied up to Dabi. They introduce themselves as [Y/N]. Someone you’ll have to research on later before you report back to the commission, which makes you sigh silently.

“Come sit! You’re in luck because tonight is movie night!” Twice says.

“Just tonight?” you ask, watching the rest of the members find seats around the small TV.

“Every Thursday!”

“What are we watching tonight?”

“Catch Me If You Can! About that American con artist,” [Y/N] says. “Pass me that blanket, would you?”

“Sounds interesting. And sure,” you say, tossing the Christmas themed blanket at them. You watch as they fluff it out on themselves and Dabi. You push over one of those lounge chairs and flop onto it. Shigaraki queues up Netflix and hits the play button.

About thirty minutes in, you hear [Y/N]. “Dabi, stop,” they whisper, smacking him on the arm lightly.

“What, I’m not doing anything at all.”

“Don’t act all innocent.” Out of your peripheral vision, you swear you see Dabi’s hand move under the blanket, ​​[Y/N]’s hand gripping his forearm.

“But don’t I make you feel good, baby?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions. The problem is everyone is here.”

“Not like we haven’t done something like this before,” he scoffs. “Look, we even got an audience.”

Your face flushes as you listen to their conversation. You barely hear a low groan from [Y/N]’s lips.

“Can y’all shut the fuck up? I’m trying to see what Frank’s gonna do!” Shigaraki fumes, whipping around. A look at Dabi. “Oh.”

“C’mon, boss, don’t pay attention to us, watch the movie,” [Y/N] says.

“This is free entertainment right here.”

[Y/N]’s hips jolt upwards. “You perv.”

“More moaning my name, less talking,” Dabi growls, ripping the blanket off [Y/N]. [Y/N]’s wearing a yellow sundress, that by now, is hitched up above their hips. Their panties are pushed to the side, showing their glistening sex. Dabi’s middle finger and ring finger disappear inside of them, his palm pressing against the clit roughly as he fingers them.

“I-Is this a normal occurrence?” you stutter, face turning the same color as your wings.

“P-pretty normal, yeah, oh, Dabi, right there!” [Y/N] trails off, grinding up for more friction.

“What can we say, we like to have fun here.”

By now, the other league members have turned around, movie be damned.

“How are y’all so casual about this?!”

“Don’t be like that, you’re having a good time too, bird brain,” Dabi smirks, eyes drifting to your growing erection.

“Shut the fuck up,” you snap. But he’s not wrong, both of them have got you so enamored. You hear the squelch and squeaks, the quickening of breaths.

“Dabi, I need you, need your cock,” you barely hear them whisper.

“Of course, doll. Lay down,” Dabi smiles softly, planting a kiss on their lips.

You don’t know if you’d rather be him or [Y/N].

[Y/N] slips down, horizontal on the couch. You eye Dabi as he stands straighter, nimble fingers unclasping his belt and pulling his cock out. It shimmers slightly in the TV light. He drags his cock along their folds, gathering wetness. He taps it against them. Without warning, he slams into them, both letting out a guttural sound at the sensation. His pace is slow, he’s gripping [Y/N]’s hips as a smack smack smack rings out as their bodies meet.

Somewhere behind you, you hear a zipper unzipping. You’re tempted to too, but would that be too soon? Must be, since this is basically your first official day here.

But you don’t deny how good [Y/N] looks taking Dabi’s cock. Hair splayed out, breasts moving under that sundress. You want to rip the dress off of them. Tt hold, knead at the flesh, and lick at the pert nipple. Your eyes travel down their body, where [Y/N] takes him in so nicely. How would they taste, you wonder.

And what about Dabi? Just the size of him could choke you out.

Dabi’s voice snaps you out of your reverie. “C’mon, man, if you’re just gonna stare at them, why don’t you play?”

“Nothin’ wrong with lookin,’” you trail off.

You so want to. Badly.

“Hawwwwkkks,” [Y/N] moans. “Let me taste you. Taste me. Whatever.”

“You heard them,” Dabi drawls.

One beat, and suddenly you’re up, fast as lightning. “[Y/N], let me take your dress off.”

“Okay,” [Y/N] lifts their arms as you pull the dress up over their head, revealing the tantalizing and smooth skin. You toss the dress somewhere to the side of you and rip off your gloves. You kneel beside them on the floor, slotting your mouth against theirs in an open mouthed kiss. Your hands sneak up, massaging their breasts and pinching the nipples.

You feel [Y/N]’s hand snake down your chest, and whimper as their hand grips your clothed cock. You pull away to bring it out. The tip is flushed red, a bead of precum forming at the slit. You stroke your hand down once, and move so your hips are flush with [Y/N]’s face.

“Nice dick,” [Y/N] and Dabi mutter at the same time.

“Jinx!” [Y/N] barks a laugh that soon turns into a moan at a particularly hard thrust.

[Y/N]’s tongue slides on the underside of your cock, massaging the vein there. Soon enough, it’s enveloped in their mouth and you fight to suppress a moan.

“Your mouth feels so good, baby.” [Y/N] hums, taking you in deeper. Their nose nuzzles the hair at the base of your dick slightly. They barely have to do any work as Dabi basically pushes them forward with each thrust. Dabi looks up at you with lazy eyes.

“Kiss me,” you plead, leaning in.

“That’s gay,” he says as he captures your lips with his.

You’ve never kissed a man before. He tastes like old cigarettes and mint. Your tongue slides against his teeth, and finally meets his tongue.

He’s got a tongue piercing.

How many piercings does this dude even have?

You jerk away without warning as [Y/N] does a particularly hard suck.

“Wanna feel their pussy?”

“I couldn’t.”

“Just because you’re new I’ll

let you.” Is this a trick?

You so want to.

[Y/N] pops off of you. “Dabs likes watching.”

“Does that even count since I’m also partaking?”

“I think so. Just get over here, I need your fat cock in my mouth. Not that yours wasn’t also good, Hawks. Just needs to be somewhere else,” [Y/N] says.

“Do it!” you hear.

Damn. You’re so wrapped up in these two, you forgot there was an audience. However, it seems that was the push you needed. You give the a-okay. Dabi nods, clearly pleased by your decision, and pulls out.

You trade places, [Y/N]’s hole flexing against nothing. You bring two fingers down to swipe at the wetness and run your tongue along the digits. You guide your cock in, letting out a satisfied moan at the warmth. [Y/N] squeezes your cock deliciously, and you almost want to come right then and there. You tell them so.

Your pace isn’t as brutal as Dabi’s but still elicits those sounds you're beginning to love out of [Y/N]’s mouth. A sick part of you hopes you’re better than Dabi, and that they will leave him for you.

Or maybe they’ll let you in again? How often do they do this sort of stuff, you wonder to yourself.

[Y/N] and Dabi are holding hands sweetly, their fingers brushing against his charred skin rhythmically.

Your hand moves to rub tight circles on their clit and you're squeezed impossibly tighter as a response.

“You gonna come, [Y/N]?” Dabi asks. “Getting sloppy there. Don’t bite, baby.”

“I’m so close,” [Y/N]’s voice dips off info nothingness at the end, mouth agape. They throw their head back as they move their hips against yours when your body meets theirs. “I want both of you to come inside of me.”

“Wasn’t gonna do it anywhere else,” Dabi chuckles.

“You want me to?” you ask.

“Yeah, fill me up good, Hawks.”

You glance at Dabi. He shrugs. Hope he doesn’t kill you for this.

“Oh shit,” you curse, feeling [Y/N] spasm around you and shudder.

You think Dabi comes at the same time you do. You slow to a languid pace, letting [Y/N]’s walls milk you.

“Good job, doll face,” you watch him lean down and peck [Y/N] on the forehead. “You too, bird brain.”

“Uh, thanks.” You pull out of [Y/N], and they wince at the loss. You tuck yourself back into your pants and [Y/N] wraps the blanket around their shoulders.

“Good show!” Twice says.

“Now let’s finish the movie,” Shigaraki huffs out.

“You have such a one track mind, Shiggy,” [Y/N] says, ruffling his hair.

“I’m just really invested.”

“Yeah, you were invested in us, too,” they say, looking down briefly.

“Oh shut up.” You catch a glimpse of his cock as he scurried to shove it back in his pants.

“See ya round, Hawks,” [Y/N] says, blowing you a kiss. They take Dabi’s hand in theirs and walk up the stairs at the back of the bar.

“Probably gonna fuck some more,” Spinner snickers.

You’re lucky your mic on the inside of your jacket just happened to die before you got up to some frisky business. This has got to be the weirdest thing you’ve been a part of: League of Villains just fuck as bonding activity.

Maybe you’ll keep this one to yourself. You wonder if they would ever invite you again.