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lovelyrots · 9 months ago

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3. Hidden

Acnologia x F!Reader SMUT Series

Warnings:+18 MINORS DNI! Smut, fear, threatening atmosphere, Acnologia pressures reader to have sex and eventually reader agrees so dubcon just to be sure, penetration, creampie

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Hiro Mashima

Synopsis: A lucky occasion grants you an opportunity to escape from the island and 5 months have passed. Unfortunately for you though, Acnologia is searching for you as he’s not about to let you go that easily.

Word count: 3.7k

Part 2

Carefully watching your steps while walking through the dark woods, you tried to make sure no one followed you. It was quiet, albeit moss and twigs were crunching under your feet.

As soon as you reached the end of the forest, a small, modest cottage came into sight. It was standing on the edge of a cliff with the most beautiful view to the ocean behind.

While the sounds of waves splashed in the air, you took one last glance around to make sure you were alone before unlocking the door and sneaking in.

Placing your shoulder bag on the dinner table, you lit up some candles as the night was setting in. A heavy sigh passed your lips and you sat down by the dinner table, relieved to survive another day and be back at home.

It’s been 5 months since you escaped from Acnologia.

For the last months with him you had no other choice, but to obey his commands and watch from beside as he carried out his horrible plans. It made you hate yourself as you were too weak, too helpless before him and his might.

But for once, luck had taken your side as he happened to be absent the day a huge flying ship crossed the island. It belonged to a joyful bunch of nice wizards, who were more than happy to help you back to the continent.

When they had been reasonably curious about how you ended up on the island, you had fabricated a plausible lie, fearing that it’d be dangerous for them to know the truth.

After your ways parted, you sought yourself a secluded place near a city and started a new life. You provided medical care to the people just like in Bosco and it had earned you a place in the community. In fact, you were an excellent healer because of what Acnologia put you through.

But it has also cost you your freedom. After fully recovering Acnologia’s arm, he seemed to find your skills rather crucial to him, which meant he could be searching for you. You had to remain in a constant state of alert and look over your shoulder.

You were scared that he’d find you, yet if that was ever to happen, he would have to kill you. No matter how much he’d threaten you, you would never help him hurt other people.

Resting your elbow on the dinner table, you hang your head while tears gathered in your eyes as the most twisted part was that you missed him.

He was cruel and violent. But in rare cases you did notice a glimpse of a human in him, so you knew that he wasn’t entirely evil. Though part of you feared and even despised him, you missed his touch and the way he pressed his forehead against yours. It was a mess of mixed feelings, which even you yourself were unable to understand.

Sobbing the way your life turned out, your sad eyes were captivated by beams of moonlight piercing through the window. Getting up, you walked by it and looked outside.

It was a beautiful night. The sea was calm and the sand on the beach had remained untouched. Silverish blue of the crescent moon was casting its light all over and as you gazed up at it, you wondered where Acnologia was.

Whenever you had such longing feelings, they’d be soon replaced with guilt so with tears still streaming down your face, you decided to go to sleep.

***

Sun was already setting as you closed the door of a grateful client. Lifting the hood of your cloak over your head, you started heading home. Streetlights were flickering on as you walked down the paved street with lively noises flooding around as people were crowding up in pubs and restaurants.

As usual, you were lost in your own thoughts, which were nothing more than what to have for dinner.

“A dragon?! Where?!“

Your eyes widened and you turned to look at the direction where you heard the word from. A few guys were having a rather tipsy conversation at an outdoor pub.

“Yeah, my brother claimed that there was a dragon seen near Enca.“

“Bullshit, dragons don’t exist anymore,“ the other one said mockingly.

“But there were actually a few dragons seen in Tartaros over six months ago.“

“No, no, he saw this one just two days ago!“

You weren’t gonna eavesdrop anymore as this was a reason enough for you to pack your life and leave this town immediately. If these guys weren’t talking bullshit and it was in fact Acnologia, he could already be here. You’d have to hurry home as soon as possible.

***

When you reached the border of the forest, a strange feeling stopped you. It consumed your gut and like a frightened deer, you stood perfectly still before the darkening woods.

This familiar scene you came across almost everyday, suddenly felt like the mouth of a beast. The branches of the trees were like pitch black arms, desperately reaching for the blood red light of a setting sun. Something was warning you not to go forward.

You shrugged it off as a trick of your mind and stepped on the path through the woods.

When you finally arrived home, you unlocked the door and for the first time without glancing over your shoulder. Entering hastily, you pulled down your hood and didn’t bother to shut the door since you were too much in a hurry to open the drawer and start picking up necessities.

That’s when the door suddenly slammed shut and you felt it. The familiar, malevolent presence, powerful enough to destroy continents.

Your body froze to the spot while your heart pounded against your ribcage. The overwhelming fear felt like air being pulled out of your lungs and your throat was slowly being crushed.

He was here.

Tears were forming in your eyes and your chest was heaving. Knowing you had no other choice but to face him, you slowly turned around.

He was standing in front of the door with his arms crossed and with a grim look on his face. His eyes were serious and his seemingly calm appearance was screaming with rage. You swallowed and that crushing feeling in your throat got worse. He was terrifying.

“Acnol-ogia..“ You stuttered, unable to stop yourself from shivering.

He didn’t respond with anything other than that blood-freezing glare and as he started walking towards you, you instinctively tried to back away, but the dresser was right behind you.

You brought your arms over your chest in fear and with tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. He invaded your personal space, large hands grabbing your waist and hoisting you up on top of the dresser.

"Explain," his deep voice demanded as he crossed his arms again.

You swallowed and stared up at him helplessly. After escaping, you promised yourself that you’d never again just stand by and watch him destroy lives. This was the time to stay true to yourself and hold onto that promise.

“I-I don’t want to..help you hurt anyone,” you mumbled quietly.

His dark expression didn’t falter and although you were trembling and terrified beyond reason, you kept looking into his deep blue eyes. Then unexpectedly his lips twisted into that of his trademark grin.

“Look at you, standing your ground,“ he said mockingly, almost like pitying you.

“What makes you think you have a choice?“ He asked.

“..I-I’m not gonna do what you want,“ you insisted a little incoherently, this time with more determination in your voice.

It was a mistake. His dismissive grin widened a little, almost like taking your words as a challenge. He stepped closer and set himself between your legs.

“You really wanna see which one of us gets what they want?“ He asked with a low voice and placed his hands on your thighs. You cringed at his touch that was clearly meant as a threat.

Though there were also other feelings stirring awake, something forbidden which you hadn’t anticipated. But regardless, you couldn’t let him know.

So while he waited for an answer you didn’t have, you looked up at him with an insecure defiance on your face that appeared as nothing more than a pout to him.

“That's what I thought,” he smirked.

You tried not to react and at least seem confident, but then his eyes darkened, changing into a hungry look that you were all too familiar with.

“I��ve been searching for you for 5 months,“ he pointed out and brought his hand up to where the button of your cloak was. Using one hand, he opened it and the fabric slid off of your shoulders.

“Now that I finally have you to myself again, I’ll continue to use you the ways I see fit,“ he said, his words stealing your breath away as you understood what he was referring to.

“Take off your clothes.“

You swallowed at his command which you secretly wanted to obey. But if you’d let yourself sink into his arms now, you might never get the courage to stand up to him again. You hesitated, not knowing which one of the screaming voices in your head you should listen to before one of them made its way past your lips.

“..N-no.“

“What?” He asked.

“..No,” you said louder without actually knowing what you were doing.

For the first time in 7 years you were brave enough to tell him no. Though the displeasure on Acnologia’s features implied that it wasn’t going to be that easy. He grabbed your waist and lifted you down from the dresser.

“Take off your fucking clothes,” he commanded with a more serious tone.

“No..!“ You insisted.

He glared at you and it seemed that your stubbornness was an obstacle he hadn’t anticipated. But truthfully, it didn’t matter. He didn’t really need to do anything to make you bend to his will.

He sneered, showing you that arrogant grin of his before grasping a chunk of hair from the back of your head. Your little squeal didn’t stop him and with his eyes locked on yours, he moved his hand under your dress.

“N-no, stop..!” You whimpered, but he pushed aside your panties and thrusted two fingers inside you. His grin widened, revealing his sharp teeth and at that moment you knew that your credibility was gone. Pulling his fingers out, he showed you the soaked digits.

“What’s this?” He asked in an aroused voice.

You swallowed and tried to divert your embarrassed attention elsewhere, but he yanked your hair again and forced you to look at him.

“You wanna get fucked, don’t you?”

Disappointed in yourself, you couldn’t mumble a word at first, but when he pressed you harder against the dresser, you whimpered as his hand sneaked under your dress again. He pulled down your panties while looking at you with dark lust in his eyes.

“P-please..Don’t,“ you whined.

“Give in to me already. I know you want this,” he said.

But even when your panties fell to your ankles, there was still doubt within your beautiful eyes as you looked up at him.

“Give up this ridiculous resistance. You can’t fight me.”

Deep down you knew he was right, so you shut your eyes and already hated yourself for what you were about to say.

“..Fine..” You mumbled.

“What was that?” He asked, his tormenting smirk making you grit your teeth.

“Fine..!”

His lips crashed on yours and in mere seconds his strong hands tore off the dress from your body. You squealed in his mouth for his sudden impatience and as he effortlessly lifted you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He turned around and placed you on the dinner table. Your lips were still attached, tongues rubbing against one another in a messy kiss as he hastily pulled down his pants while you untied his cape.

Parting away from each other, you spread your legs on each side of him while he grabbed his aching cock and lined it with your tight entrance.

Dragging the tip between your wet folds, he gathered your slick before slowly pushing past your walls. You moaned as the head of his cock sank inside you with ease.

He grunted in relief for the way your inner lips wrapped around his cock so tightly and obediently. Slowly, he moved his hips back and forth, at first with a gentle pace. Closing his eyes, he momentarily leaned his head back.

“Ahh..I missed this cunt,” he groaned in pleasure. Your pussy was so warm and wet, pleasuring him so well that he needed to pick up the pace.

You closed your eyes and threw your head back, moaning in bliss as his cock kept hitting that sweet spot inside you. Grabbing a handful of your hair, he leaned in to capture your lips, kissing you passionately while devouring your cute little mewls.

Soon his hips started slamming against yours harder, mercilessly. The sheer force caused the table to rattle, making it difficult for your feeble hands to support your figure. Your moans grew louder, but they were muffled by his rough kisses.

When he pulled away from your lips, he shoved you down on your back. Demanding hands gripping your thighs, he began pounding into you ruthlessly. Your brows furrowed and you arched your back, allowing him deeper inside you.

He panted and watched how your breasts bounced back and forth in sync with his thrusts. Noting the despairing look on your beautiful face, he showed you a rather smug smirk.

“I knew you’d warm up to me,” he said.

Your cheeks heated up, but you didn’t want to be left speechless, “You.. Give me..no choice..Mmh!” You stuttered between moans.

He chuckled mockingly, “You don’t seem that reluctant to me,“ His strong hands lifted you up and draped your legs around his waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he moved you up and down on his cock. You shut your eyes, feeling pleasure build up in your lower belly. Your walls clenched unsteadily for the nearing orgasm, which didn’t go unnoticed by Acnologia.

“See? Your little pussy is squeezing my cock so fucking well, I know you enjoy this,“ he grinned.

You couldn’t reply as your body shivered for the approaching bliss. ’Just a few more thrusts and I’ll cum..!’ You thought, gritting your teeth and clinging onto him.

As he thrusted deep into you, you cried out, your pussy pulsing around his throbbing cock and sending waves of pleasure through your body.

“Good girl..” He grunted, obviously smug about making you cum.

The aftermath of your orgasm was numbing your body, but you held onto Acnologia as he continued fucking you. When he noticed your fatigue, he carried you to the bed and laid you down on the soft sheets.

Your eyes were hazy as you looked up at him, your arms loosening their hold and sliding onto his broad shoulders. He adjusted his position and started thrusting into you again. Your lips fell open as you moaned, your eyes shut tight as he began ramming into you faster. Squelching sounds echoed across the walls and the sheets underneath were getting messy with your slick.

Your hands caressed his muscular back, nails scratching the surface of his skin and you bit his shoulder in pleasure. He was panting in your ear, hot breath fanning against the shell of it.

“Nnh..I’m gonna cum..!” He growled, his hips slamming against yours at an impossible, brutal pace. You lifted your legs up on his sides and held onto him as he finally with a last, violent thrust shoved himself deep inside you. Shooting his hot load in steady spurts into the depths of your sensitive pussy, he grunted loudly while filling you up.

A thin sheen of sweat covered your bodies and you panted, your chest heaving as you were tired.

When Acnologia pulled his spent cock out of you, his sperm leaked down your abused hole. You tried closing your legs, feeling embarrassed as the sight must’ve been lewd. But as Acnologia laid down beside you, he pulled you into his arms to rest.

***

Lying together in a weary silence, your index finger trailed patterns on his firm chest.

“You alright?” He asked plainly. You stopped and looked up at him while nodding slowly, “Mmm.. I am,” you mumbled.

His deep blue eyes never showed much emotion, that’s why you hadn’t anticipated him to pull you in for a kiss. Closing your eyes, you let yourself sink into it, relieved that he didn’t seem so angry anymore.

As you parted, a small grin made its way on his lips, “Clearly you’re still the same submissive girl I know,” he mentioned.

Your lips pursed a little, but instead of responding, you got up and picked up his cape from the floor. Wrapping it around yourself, you walked to the kitchen counter to pour yourself a glass of water.

“I’m still certain of not coming back with you,” you said quietly.

You heard him get up and advance you, his heavy steps making you nervous. Since your back was turned at him, you couldn’t see his expression, but you knew he wasn’t exactly pleased by what you just said. Your smaller body was tense and your hand gripped at the fabric around you as you felt the heat of his body radiating behind you.

“Why don’t you turn around and say that again,” he suggested, his tone implying that he was wearing a smirk, knowing you were scared to do so.

Placing the glass on the counter, you inhaled a shuddering breath before turning around to face him. As you met his sharp gaze, a tiny knot of fear appeared in your throat and you tried to swallow it without him seeing your fear.

“I’m serious..” You whispered with a barely audible voice.

His stare was intense and it made you clench the cape tighter around your body, not knowing what he was gonna do. As a response, he grinned and lifted you up on the counter.

“You truly get cute when you try to defy me,” he said while placing his hands on both sides of you, “We both know how this’ll end.”

Your trembling hands kept squeezing his cape persistently, “I-I’m not gonna help you destroy any more lives–”

“Here’s the deal, sweetheart. Either you come with me, or I’ll burn this country to the ground and every single human with it,” he said without blinking.

You stared at him in disbelief, unable to wrap your mind around what he just said. A sick feeling crept into your stomach. You couldn’t have that. All those innocent, lovely people would die. Tears were starting to form in your eyes while trying to comprehend his horrible threat.

“So there really isn’t any other option..?” You asked weakly with a tear rolling down your cheek.

“No. As long as you do as I say, I’ll leave this town be,” he said, crossing his arms.

You swallowed and looked down, your mind a mess from the impossible choice. But suddenly you realized how used to that you were with him.

For the past 7 years he had forced you into situations where you had to learn how to think clearly and ignore your emotions. Being familiar with these feelings, you found a way of coping so with a deep breath, you decided to approach the unimaginable through logic.

“You’re still gonna cause destruction to the whole world. So this city will most likely perish anyway. That means everyone might still get hurt, despite what I decide,” you said. He blinked, lifting his chin up for not having expected you to stay calm.

You swallowed and decided to try to negotiate with him.

“I-I still want to live here, in this town.. So if you promise that you won’t hurt any innocent people, I won’t try to run away,” you suggested quietly, fearing what he might answer.

For over 400 years his intention was to kill every dragon alive, but now he also wanted the remaining dragon slayers dead before bringing destruction to the world. You could only imagine he doesn’t appreciate anyone getting in the way of what he wants.

You waited anxiously for his reply, expecting it to be a strict no, but instead of anger, he showed you a smirk.

“Perhaps I misjudged you. You’re a brave girl for standing up to me,” He said.

Hearing him praise you was unusual and it confused you, but you remained quiet and waited for him to answer. He was quiet for another moment, probably considering whether to compromise with you or not and after what seemed like forever, he ended the silence.

“Fine. I’ll promise to only kill the remaining dragon slayers. No one else gets hurt,” he said and although you were reluctant to let him kill anyone, you’d have to accept the fact that this was probably the best deal you could get out of him.

“How do I know that you’ll keep your word?” You asked, feeling like you were pushing your luck.

“You don’t.”

Thinking for a second, you came into a conclusion that this really was the best offer you could get.

“So.. It’s a deal?” You asked coyly.

“Deal,” He agreed and kissed you.

Feeling him move the fabric, you hummed into the kiss as he placed his hands on your naked waist. When you parted, he pressed his forehead against yours.

“It’s been a long time since anyone had the guts to defy me,” he mumbled, his husky voice sounding aroused and it sent shivers down your spine. His hands were still on your waist as he looked down at you.

“So unless you’re ready for a second round, I suggest you get yourself back to bed,” he said.

Your cheeks heated up and you smiled at him shyly, “And if I’m ready for a second round..?” You asked in which he grinned before pressing his lips against yours again.

#acnologia x reader #fic rec #if you're a villain fucker then this is for you #loved it when i first read it and love it still

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lovelyrots · 9 months ago

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TW: NSFW, noncon, yandere, stalking

gn reader

There’s something very off about your roommate… something eerie that makes you keep your distance.

You can’t describe exactly what it was about the boy except that you felt it from the second you shook his hand. The way he introduced himself… you don’t know… you had this unshakable feeling as though he already knew you from somewhere.

It’s a weird thought to have of someone you’d only just met. You knew you were probably just being paranoid. It was your first time sharing your space with someone other than family, so it might very well just have been you being apprehensive.

Not that you’d ever let it show, though. You didn’t want things between the two of you to be awkward when you’d be living together for the next three years of getting your degree.

You just needed to get used to him, is what you told yourself.

So you laughed at his jokes and listened to his brags with a polite smile as though nothing was wrong, even when he continued being strange.

For starters, he had almost nothing to unpack – as though he only planned to stay about a month or two. Everything seemed newly bought as well – unused and sterile, like a movie set.

You don’t know… maybe he was a minimalist even though he didn’t seem the type.

It shouldn't really have made your skin crawl the way it did. But whether it made sense or not, you couldn’t shake the discomfort – walking around in a constant wariness of him.

Everything about him seemed like a half-assed theatre act.

You’d see him in the lecture hall, walking from here to there, buying strawberry milk from the vending machines. His textbooks remained piled on his desk in your shared dorm room – but you’d never seen any one of them open. And when curiosity and suspicion made you flip up one of his notebooks, you found it was all blank except for a few shitty doodles on the first page. You never see him cram for exams or writing any papers. You don’t think you’ve ever even seen him pull a laptop out of his bag.

It’s like he isn't a student at all…

And something about the rest of his performance just rubs you the wrong way.

It’s as though he’s practiced all his facial expressions in the mirror – as though he’s studied social cues and body language in a human behavior manual instead of having learned them naturally. It makes you uneasy – how his smile is always a bit too wide and a bit too stiff to be genuine and how all his words are like dialogue off a script.

Somehow, it feels as though he’s wearing a second skin – hiding something… something that’s not quite right on the inside.

It grosses you out when he tries flirting with you. But you do your best to hide it. Brushing him off by changing the topic, inviting other friends when he asks to eat lunch together, laughing off his attempts as though he’s making jokes – always excusing yourself when you end up alone with him for too long.

You try to avoid him as much as you can. Pretending to study when you’re in the dorm together – and otherwise going to bed early.

He tells you he’ll see you at the party later when you leave to pregame with some friends. You can only muster a smile and a curt “Sure.” before leaving.

As for seeing each other later – you hope you don’t.

But of course you do. You can’t seem to escape him. Everywhere you go, he follows.

It doesn’t help that all your friends think he’s so hot, immediately calling him over, gushing over him as though he’s some type of celebrity. They don’t understand your reservation – if they were you, they’d have fucked him the first night of moving in together.

It’s not like you don’t find him attractive as well. You admit he is ridiculously handsome, and if the circumstances were different, you’d say you lucked out being assigned the same dorm room as him.

But as it were – he gives you the same feeling as spotting a spider.

He’s got his arm slung around your shoulder as the two of you walk back together.

He had a little bit too much to drink… And despite your thoughts about him, even you didn’t have the heart to say no when he was practically hanging off of you – cheeks dusted pink with his mothlike lashes droopy, drunkenly mumbling while blinking up at you with those awfully bright eyes, asking you to take him home and tuck him in.

“Ugh...” You sigh.

It’s a struggle carrying the nearly two-meter-tall boy, almost having to drag him down the hallway before stopping short at your door. He’s drooling on your shoulder with murmurs of sleep as you search for the key – not exactly sober yourself.

When inside, his bigger body presses you against the closed door – his face buried in the grove of your neck with slurred words.

“Dude.” You state with a grimace – as if saying his name was too much of a burden – sighing as you haul him off with the same exasperation of a parent putting an unruly child to bed.

Ducking beneath his arm, you leave him kissing the door – thinking to yourself how you really should put him to bed before he can embarrass himself any further.

You open your mouth to tell him when his temper finally makes him grab your arm a little harder than intended.

“This isn't how this is supposed to go.”

You flinch instinctively, and his grip tightens in return. “Hey?”

You can’t see his face with the way he’s got his head bowed. But you don’t like the snuff growl that passes under his breath as he utters the next words.

“Why are you so difficult?”

You do more than flinch this time, yanking yourself out of his harsh grip before he can apologize for it – taking on a deliberate offensive stance.

With your feet squared and your hands up to keep him at a distance, you look ready to try fending him off.

Something about it seems premeditated – something in the wary way you eye him. You don’t even look all that surprised – as if you had suspected this side of him existed all along and had only been waiting for it to surface.

Oddly, t feels like something you’ve kept secret from him – as though you’ve acted comfortable all this time when, in reality, you’ve been clutching your mental pearls.

He realizes then why you haven’t returned his affection – why all you’ve ever given him is cold-hearted rejection…

Of course. It’s obvious now – so obvious it’s funny. Even though he’s been the one parading around like someone else, it feels as though you’ve been doing the exact same thing around him – hiding your discomfort behind a sweet smile – hiding it so well that not even his keen eyes have picked up on it…

But it’s clear now….

You’ve both been playing a game of pretend – just a pair of perfect strangers – who've now shared their hand. Leaving you both feeling naked – raw out in the cold – just waiting for the next move.

“I guess the gig is up, huh?” He rasps, fingers twitching at his sides – looking ready to pounce.

You couldn’t defend why you'd kept the pepper spray in the drawer of your nightstand – but you were glad you had. Rushing for it, hands shaking as you pulled the handle and grabbed the bottle – twisting around and spraying it right in the face of your roommate.

He cries out from the attack, clutching his face with both hands – staggering back with a series of gruff curse words.

Still, he guards the door – preventing your escape.

The groaning turns to croaks instead, and you think he might be crying. It’s tough to see through the hands covering his eyes – but when he looks back up again, despite the red burns left by your pepper spray on his puffy teary cheeks, he’s got a smile on his face.

He’s not crying – he’s laughing – as the hand covering his face slowly drags down the crazed expression – over crazed eyes, bloodshot and wet, staring at you through the gaps between his fingers.

The look alone is enough to give you goosebumps.

But when you try to make a run for it, he grabs you again – and this time, you’re not able to shake him off. It feels as though the tight grip splinters your skin as he pulls you back – shoving you down against your bed.

“Can’t say it hasn’t been fun, roomie. But I’m not completely satisfied yet.”

He’s on top of you before you get a kick in – pinning your wrists above your head as he leans over you – bright eyes gleaming with that sickness you’d almost convinced yourself you’d been imagining. You opt to shout, but he’s soon got his other hand clasped tight over the bottom half of your face before you get a sound out.

“You were supposed to fall in love with me, you know?” His voice is airy as though he’s confessing – but also on the brink of laughter as though he’s telling a joke in class. “That’s how it goes in the movies.”

You swallow beneath his hand – eyes peeled, heart beating so hard it hurts.

His eyes wander – roaming your neck and chest. It’s awfully quiet before he speaks again. “But I suppose we can act out a different plot line...”

You whimper at his suggestive tone – already feeling the weight of his intentions bearing down on you, crushing you free of air.

“I like romcoms, but horror stories have their charm, too...”

You shudder beneath the warmth of his breath, screaming into his palm once his warm lips mouth your throat, sucking on the tender skin with tongue and teeth in between words.

“An unfortunate college student finds themself moving into the same dorm as their unhinged stalker…”

There’s a thrill in his tone – something crazed and terrifying as he goes on.

“The two play a psychological game of endurance, trying to balance college and privacy while sharing the same space...”

Something hard and gross steadily ruts against your thigh. His voice gets thicker – breath hotter on your neck. The kisses turn sloppy. Tears burn your cheeks.

“Everything seems to lead up to a party held before Spring break, a fateful night on which their endurance finally runs out.”

He groans, and you sob.

“A rejected kiss, a can of pepper spray, a shared bed. What happens next?”

JJK – Gojo, Yuta

BNHA – Hawks, Denki, Kirishima

HQ – Miya twins

CSM – Yoshida

BLLK - Nagi

#yandere x reader #fic rec #another banger from a great writer #the pacing and the dread i felt while reading #chefs kiss

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lovelyrots · 9 months ago

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Exception

Dark!Geto Suguru x reader

5.8 wc

Synopsis: You never bothered with Suguru's crush on you, knowing it would fade. After meeting him again years later, you make the horrible discovery that his feelings for you have only festered.

(Warnings: yandere, dark content, murder of a side character, slight gore, violence, rape/noncon, vaginal fingering, piv sex, unsafe sex)

When you were in your first year of college, you got a part-time job at a nearby cafe.

It was easy work. Make coffee. Bake some pastries. Attend to the customers. Nothing too unmanageable. It was an insignificant part of your life.

Then, Gojo and Geto came along.

Insufferably annoying. Especially, the loud one. They always caused a havoc in the cafe, often to the point where the manager had to physically kick them out. It was a turbulent two weeks, until one day you promised them if they kept it down, you'd let them try a few of your experimental pastries.

Really, it was your own damn fault. They started coming every day after that, mostly to bother you. The only reason management hadn't outright banned them was probably because Gojo made 50% of their entire revenue.

You warmed up to them eventually. Your fake smiles turned into more amused ones because of their antics. Once or twice, they'd get a good laugh out of you. You've heard rumors of a private, religious highschool nearby. You always assumed they were a byproduct of that.

Eventually, Gojo becomes Satoru. Geto becomes Suguru. Nice kids, if not a bit overzealous. Despite refusing to hang out with them after work, you had to admit, you grew a bit attached to them. You found yourself asking about their day, hiding sweets for the two of them, sometimes you'd even let them steal a croissant or two.

You bet the reason they hung around you was because, to them, you were some cool college student. Secretly, you found it a little flattering. Some days, their friendship was the highlight of your shift. It's clear Satoru is always the instigator, always looking like he's about to bounce off the walls (you have told him to lay off the sugar), it's not like Suguru was any better. He tried to act like he was the more refined part of the friendship. He often fails, at least in your eyes.

It becomes pretty apparent that Suguru had a crush on you. You're not sure when exactly you started to notice the bashful looks, the slight flush on his cheeks whenever you accidentally brush his hand, the fact that he visits far more often (even though Satoru has the sweet-tooth) but you can't unsee it now. It doesn't help that Satoru looks downright giddy whenever his friend talks to you, barely controlling his giggles in the background. His reaction and Suguru's irritation often start a few skirmishes right outside the cafe doors. You've told them multiple times to take their fights in the alley at least. They never listened.

For his sake, you don't acknowledge it, already knowing what it is. A schoolyard crush. Harmless, it'll pass. Eventually, when you're a distant memory to them, Satoru will tease him about it and Suguru will give a playful elbow nudge. Much to your relief, Suguru doesn't pull you to the side and confess. He's refined, in that way, never giving too much until you have the evidence and clues yourself.

It continued like that for months. And then, something changed.

They stopped coming around as much. Daily visits turned weekly. Weekly turned to every so often. Their energy felt off too. Satoru seemed the same as always, if not a bit more mellowed out. It was Suguru you mainly worried for. Each time he returned, he looked worse and worse. Darker circles. Eyes filled with exhaustion.

You pull him aside eventually, asking if anything is going on, asking if he's okay, asking if he wants to talk. As sincerely as you can, you tell him that you're here for him. He at least attempts to smile at that. When you press, he shakes his head.

"It's nothing," you both know he's lying, "it's just....it's nice to see that there is one exception."

A little while after that, they stop coming entirely. You notice, but you aren't able to focus on it. School gets harder, you're cutting back your work to focus on it. You don't even recognize Satoru at first when he walks in nearly a year later.

He's different. So much taller. Despite being a few years younger than you...he doesn't feel like a kid anymore. An easygoing smile is pulled on his face when he sees you, giving a lazy wave. You return it, though a bit hesitant. He talks to you as though no time has passed at all, asking what you made for him this time. He talks fast. His voice is too laid back. Too casual. Like he's avoiding something. You think you know what.

"Where's Suguru?" you ask when you glance behind Satoru for the third time, "I haven't seen him around lately."

He freezes, like he's been dreading that question ever since he came in. Finally, he shrugs, making a noncommital hum. His sunglasses obscure his eyes but it isn't enough to hide how cold he suddenly turned. Satoru seems to realize that too. His answer is pulled by reluctance.

"We don't talk anymore." He doesn't say anything more. You don't need him to.

When he pulls out his wallet, you tell him it's on the house. He looks at you then. His mouth opens, searching for the right words. He waits too long. His mask slips back into place.

Gojo grins at you, painfully fake.

"Take care of yourself, will ya?"

You never see him again after that. You know it's your fault.

You think about them every so often when you can, Suguru especially. He rests in the back of your mind like an old piece of furniture you can't bring yourself to throw out. Suguru sometimes haunts your dreams with his darkened eyes and the pure brokenness on his face. For some reason, you think you failed him somehow. You felt like you could have done more. Maybe, if you'd tried harder to reach out, things would have been different. Two boys wouldn't be utterly heartbroken.

Years pass by. You quit working at the cafe. You graduate college. You move cities. You get a job. Eventually, you settle into a nice apartment. You forget all about your days in that quaint little restaurant, your attention hogged by a couple of annoying high schoolers. You don't think about Satoru for years. You don't think about Suguru for years.

Until one day, when he calls your name in the street.

He was bigger now, towering over you with broad shoulders. His hair was longer, darker too, less of a green, more black. He's ditched his school uniform, trading it for a more casual outfit. It's his face that makes you hesitate before you use your voice, that same smile, physically at least. He looks the same, but then he doesn't.

"...Suguru?" It's a question because you're still not sure.

He smiles wider.

"Long time, huh?"

Somehow, your reunion culminates in a restaurant. You still feel out of it, somehow, like you're watching yourself in an out-of-body experience. Between the food and him, you're not sure if you can even believe it.

He tells you he heads a temple now. A pious man. You shouldn't be surprised, considering his education, but you never knew he was so invested in religion. The two of you converse about other meaningless things. The conversation becomes less stilted. More sincere. You learned your lesson from last time. You don't bring up Satoru unless he does.

Much to your disappointment, he doesn't.

Compared to yours, his life is so crazy. Not just with the temple. Suguru tells you he's a father now too. Adopted two little girls. He's barely 22. You can barely hold your disbelief, shaking your head as you take another sip of your coffee.

"In any case," you say when the conversation draws to a lull, "I'm just really glad you're happy, Suguru. You deserve it."

When Suguru gives you a questioning look, you continue.

"The last time we saw each other, you looked miserable."

His eyes widen in realization before a laugh bubbles out of his throat. Deep, rich like chocolate.

"Back then, I was going through a lot." He sighs. "I was figuring out what I wanted. It...it was a tough time for me."

You nod along, hoping you aren't forcing him to pry. However, the Suguru you're faced with now doesn't seem like that type of person anymore. He won't give if you press. He talks on his own terms. You never once thought of him as a pushover, but he's less open now. Perhaps it's because he's no longer a child.

Suguru smiles then, a little more sincere than his first.

"You know...I've always wanted to thank you."

You tilt your head. "What for?"

He plays with his empty cup like he's searching for the answer himself. "You gave me hope when no one else did. Everyone was so quick to tell me if I was wrong or right."

He leans back on his chair, eyes drifting towards the ceiling, "Other humans, they're always so enraptured by their own lives. You were the only person who reached out. At least, who cared enough to."

The guilt from years ago slipped back into your throat. So he had been suffering. You should have done more. He was just a kid. They both had been. You could have done something. Maybe you could have saved a little more.

His hand finds yours on the table. They're rough, calloused. You can feel the scars. He squeezes your fingers.

"Thank you," he murmurs, "For being an exception."

You squeeze back.

It's a tumultuous friendship, at first. It's much like a burn. Sensitive, it hurts at first. The wound is too fresh. Eventually, dead skin and memories fade away. You find yourself texting him. Once a week. Maybe a little more, if you get brave enough.

Once, he sends you a picture of a white cat lounging in a sunbeam.

looks like Satoru, he types.

(You stare at the caption for a long longer than necessary.)

It does, you send back.

You visit his temple once. He invited you, actually. A free tour, he had joked. It was beautiful. A large expansive garden filled with all types of flowers. The courtyard felt like it stretched for miles. That was just the outskirts of the temple. The building was something else entirely. A large ceiling. Expansive walls. White pillars that keep going higher and higher and higher.

You notice his followers are everywhere. Most carry the same smile on their face. Bright, happy, cheery, but too strained. Like it's a job for them. It feels weird to say, but he fits nicely here. You think that because this wasn't the place you thought Suguru would end up. He dons the traditional clothing perfectly. Like they were made for him. They probably were, considering how high his reputation was.

If he hadn't had the same face, the same hair color. You wouldn't have recognized him at all. He's managed to replace every single thing in his life with something new. It doesn't go unnoticed by you that you're the only thing he keeps from the past. A momento of sorts. You're a keepsake, for him. You don't mind the symbolism. You've always been easily flattered.

You just failed to realize that not all of his feelings had changed.

It was in front of your house. After, yet another visit to the temple (much at Suguru's insistence), he'd offered to walk you home. You would have declined if it wasn't so dark out. In the end, you accept his offer.

"The girls have come to like you," Suguru says after a lull of pleasant silence. When you glance at him, you find his eyes on you.

"Have they?" you prod.

In all honestly, you didn't think they liked you at all at first. You don't have that much experience with young children, but you found it odd how unnerved Nanako and Mimiko seemed to get around you, practically hiding behind their father's figure, peeking out with untrusting eyes. Suguru had to gently coax them out with soft words, insisting that you were a close friend of his, you were 'different'.

"Yes, they talk about you all the time," he continues, rolling his eyes in affection, "Mimiko especially gets very animated."

Your heart skips a beat at his answer. You never felt one way or the other about children, but it felt nice when two little girls felt so highly about you. Those two especially.

"It must be from all the sweets I bribed them with," you say, jokingly, "Please tell me I didn't cause them any stomach aches."

He laughs, light and pretty.

"It's not that," he responds, "it's because of you, mostly. You're different from the others."

You smile, but it's half-hearted, an attempt more than anything. It takes you a while for you to work up for the question. For some reason, you feel a bit nervous, like you're stepping on something you shouldn't be.

"Different," you start, "you keep saying that. What does that mean? What am I different from?"

He stops, just at the entrance of your flat. Suguru's fingers drum on his pants. You stare at him. He stares right back.

"You are different, in so many different ways," he says, though it feels as though he's speaking to himself, rather than you.

He takes a step forward. Tiny, he barely even moved. And yet, the distance between the two of you has vanished completely.

"You've always been. Different from everyone else. The only one." You can't tell if he cut himself off, or if there was truly nothing else to say.

It was barely a kiss. His lips brushed against yours, barely touching. Soft, like he cherished you the most out of all his possessions. The gentleness of it all is enough for you to freeze.

Then his hand curls around your waist, and you jolt back into your body.

You splay your hands on his chest, pushing him away until you have enough momentum to step back. His loose hold on you falls away. You can't look at him, even when you can feel his stare burn into you.

"Suguru," you say, because you're mind is still running to catch up to your heart, "I-we-"

Your name being called stops your babbling. You don't think he saw, god you hoped he hadn't. When you look over, he's smiling, so you don't think he did. He was never one to hide his feelings. Still, you step away from Suguru, ignoring how stiff the man had become.

"Hey," you say, mostly out of relief because you couldn't deal with this anymore. When he wraps you into a hug and a chaste kiss, you wordlessly accept. Suguru's gaze on your back only gets stronger.

"Who's this?" he asks, gesturing at Suguru. Your smile falters as you glance at Suguru. His face was blank. He wasn't even smiling anymore as he continued to stare at your man.

"A friend," you say before Suguru can make this already worse, "and he was just leaving."

"Oh," he says, before smiling down at you. Delightfully oblivious.

"We'll talk later, okay Suguru?" You send Suguru a hurried smile before dragging him into your shared flat.

You lock the door behind you. He says something just then, you laugh, trying so hard not to sense Suguru's presence through the door. You don't think he leaves. Not for a good long while.

You don't speak to Suguru, after that.

You wince whenever you see his name through your contact list now, as though even seeing a remnant of him is painful. You don't go to the temple anymore. Your communication with the girls turns nonexistent.

Suguru hasn't said anything to you either. The line has grown dead both ways.

You feel guilty, even though you know it wasn't your fault, you still can't help but wonder if you could have done something different. Did you do something that made him think you were interested? You probably had, knowing how unaware you could be, sometimes. You couldn't help but feel ecstatic when the two of you reconnected again. You'd been so excited for Suguru, happy for him because he'd finally found his way. You didn't know he still liked you after all these years. It was a schoolyard crush, at least, it was supposed to be.

Looking back, you didn't think you'd even told Suguru that you were already seeing someone. One blunder after a blunder.

It must have been embarrassing for him, you can't help but think. Even when he was younger, Suguru had always held onto his pride dearly. You don't know if your friendship could ever be the same after this, but you'd like to extend the olive branch. If he'd take it.

You tell your boyfriend about the incident eventually. You know it's not your fault, but you still feel like it is. He takes it well, once you explain, looking at you sweetly.

"I could tell something was going on between you and him," he says, "but thanks for telling me."

"You aren't mad?" you ask, half-afraid of the answer.

"At you? Course not. Him, however"- he made a swing motion with his fist "-he does something like that again and I'll punch his lights out."

You laugh, knowing it's a joke, giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek. He beams.

It takes a week of radio silence to forget about the mishap. You're humming a song you've forgotten the lyrics to when you arrive at your apartment. Your boyfriend said that he was coming home early tonight. You'd planned something quiet for the evening. A movie, cheap drinks.

"Welcome home." Suguru grins. You freeze.

He sits on the couch, splayed out like he belonged there. He's not wearing his priest garment, now garbed with a simple shirt and jeans. It takes a minute for you to figure out what you're looking at. Slowly, you close the door behind you.

"Hey," you say, hoping your tone doesn't indicate just off-put by this encounter you are.

Suguru doesn't seem to mind your reluctance.

"He let me in." Suguru points to somewhere behind you. Oh, your boyfriend is probably in the bathroom. "He was such a nice man. You were very lucky."

"Thank you," you find yourself saying, "I am."

His smile grows bigger, and you wonder if there's a joke you aren't let in on. Like he's saying something that's going right above your head.

When you take a glance behind you, your partner is nowhere to be seen. It makes you wonder if you should say something to Suguru right now. Mend the bridge that's shattered between you. Currently, he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Suguru," you start, taking a tiny step forward. You twiddle with your fingers.

"Listen, I'm really sorry for how things went the last time we met. I just-" He hushes you, putting a finger to his lips.

"You shouldn't air out your affairs in front of him like that," he tells you, "you might hurt his feelings."

What? You look behind you again. Nothing.

Suguru laughs. It sounds off. Wordlessly, he points behind you again but angles his finger a tiny bit higher. You follow his direction.

Immediately, you wish you hadn't.

He's in pieces, scattered all over the ceiling. A hand is above the door, a leg is above the kitchen. It's like his appendages were chopped before being glued onto the ceiling. There's no blood, just body parts.

The worst part was that he was still alive. His head was still attached to his torso, the only part of him that was still intact. His mouth was open, his eyes were wide, and it took you a second that he was trying to tell you something. Repeating a word over and over.

Run.

Your hand covers your mouth as you continue to stare up at him. What was left of him. You think your knees are threatening to give before Suguru's holding you up. You can feel him lead you towards the couch, sitting you down in the plush mattress. He curls an arm around you, letting out a sigh.

"I meant what I said." Suguru adjusts your hair. "He was such a nice man, for a monkey anyway."

It doesn't occur to you that Suguru had done this until he speaks. You'd known Suguru said he performed exorcisms in his temple. You didn't-you couldn't-

"You?" you can barely push the wavering words out, "you-how-Suguru-"

He hushes you, drawing you closer to his body. You're completely dwarfed by him as he rests his head on your neck, breathing in your scent. You are barely coherent, sucking in air as your voice dissolves into sobs.

"I would have liked it if things hadn't turned out this way," he sighs, "but I don't believe it would have turned out any differently."

His tone is almost pitying.

"You may be the exception, but you are still one of them. Unaware of the true hierarchy." Suguru hums.

"That's alright. It wasn't your fault. You were simply born this way," he continues, "I don't mind teaching you."

You wiggle, trying your hardest to get out of his grip. Suguru only clicks his tongue. A harsh grip on your waist is enough to still you. You can't understand what's going on, maybe you never will, but you know one thing. You let a monster back into your life. Geto Suguru was not the same person you knew when you were younger.

Or perhaps, he was always this way. He was just better at hiding it, back then.

"I'm sorry," you finally let out, "Suguru, I'm-I'm so so sorry. I'll do whatever-whatever you want. Anything just please please please-"

"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do for him," Suguru doesn't sound too apologetic, "though, I could put him out of his pain. Would you like that?"

You didn't need him to elaborate. Suguru would kill him. Or perhaps he was already dead. His moving eyes, his twitching lips, were all just muscle memory. The last of his brain synapses. There was no science, no magic, that could bring him back from this.

And maybe, that tiny selfish part of you wanted to stop seeing his mangled body.

You nod and you can feel Suguru's grin. He snaps his fingers. The thing disappears, vanishes into mist.

"All gone!" Suguru declares. "There. Isn't that better?"

You wince when he touches your face, brushing away the tears. You're too scared to do anything more. You don't fight when he kisses your neck. You don't fight when he kisses your jaw. You don't fight when he kisses your lips.

It's with the same gentleness as the last time he'd kissed you, right outside of your apartment. Soft, warm, loving.

You start sobbing then. Ugly, heaving, heartbroken. He takes it in stride, humming as he pushes your body down until your back is pressed on the couch. His lips brush your damp cheek.

"There's no need to be afraid." Through your tears, you can see him smiling down at you. "The worst has passed. I'll take care of you from now on."

The worst part about all of this is how honest he sounds. Like he truly believes he's doing this for your good. It makes you wonder who the delusional one is. Him or you.

He's tuts in sympathy as you lay there, shivering underneath him.

"You must be so confused, poor thing." He tilts his head, the back of his fingers stroking your cheeks. "I should explain, shouldn't I? Unfortunately, I'm more interested in other things right now."

You must look horrible, but Suguru doesn't seem to mind, bending down, melding your lips with his. He sighs, like he'd waited eons for this. You stiffen when you feel his hands play with the band of your skirt. As if he can feel your beginnings of struggle, he pulls back, staring you down. Brown, almost black, eyes peer down at you. There's a hint of a warning curling on his lip.

You still immediately. If he could do that, what could he do to you?

"None of that," he chides, and yet he's so painfully gentle about it, "be good."

What was he? How did he do this? How could he? You want to ask them all but you can only get one out when you lift your head, getting your voice to work.

"Why?"

You don't know what you're asking. He clearly does. Another soft smile. You wish you could tear it off his face.

"You were always the exception, even back then," He says quietly into the stale air of the apartment. His eyes drift and you wonder if he's remembering the you all those years ago, secretly passing pastries to him and Satoru, giggling at jokes only a highschooler could make. "The only one of the humans who didn't utterly disgust me."

Fingers reach for the hem of your skirt, pushing it up your bare legs.

"And it's natural, isn't it? To protect the exceptions, the rarities of the world," he says, "To keep them away from the impure."

You start crying again. He patiently hushes you, kissing away your tears. This time, you don't bother putting up a fight. You just squeeze your eyes closed, flinching when he reaches to your inner thighs, feeling the cotton of your panties. His breath hitches. So does yours.

He bypasses the cloth with two dexterous fingers. When he touches the skin, you flinch, trying to squeeze your thighs closed. It doesn't help. Suguru leans forward, you can feel his breath on your cheek as you shiver underneath him. He finds your clit, teasing it with a calloused thumb. You think you're mouthing it, even when you can't bring yourself to say it. Don't touch me don't touch me don't touch me.

He doesn't listen. You don't know if he heard it or not. It didn't matter, either way. It wasn’t like he was planning to stop.

Despite how much you don’t want this, your body doesn’t listen. His touch is gentle, soothing on your pussy despite the horrors you’ve seen him do. It doesn’t take long for your cunt to adjust, dripping.

There’s a satisfied sigh above you and you know Suguru had felt it too.

One finger pushes into you. You gasp, curling your back, unprepared but Suguru’s giving a pleasant hum, easing you into it. Despite how humiliating this entire situation is, your one reprieve is being able to bury your head into his neck, keeping yourself there as he continues to have his way with your body. You can feel him kiss the crown of your head, an action that completely juxtapositions another finger entering your wet hole.

He’s gentle, but not slow. He fingerfucks you with earnestness, curling his fingers when your walls tighten around him. Your crying is interrupted by the reluctant moans and gasps every time he presses deeper into you, finding a spot that has you seeing stars behind your eyelids. You bit your lip, keeping the noises inward. He tuts at that.

“Don’t be shy,” he coos in your ear, “it’s okay to enjoy it. I want you to.”

As if to highlight his words, he gives another particularly intense push, you wince when you can hear the wet squelch of his fingers.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Suguru asks, “I could always be this nice with you.” You let out a squeak when his thumb presses against your clit, unable to keep it in. Suguru gives a breathy laugh.

His other hand starts to explore, reaching up to your button-up, flicking them off with a single-experienced hand. The bra you wore is barely seductive, but Suguru’s tracing the ends of it anyway, touching the fabric just by your skin before pushing the undergarment down.

Whether it’s from the air or his fingers fucking your pussy, your tits are already sensitive. You let out a breathy whine when Suguru grips on of them too hard, squeezing the fat in his large hands.

“So sweet for me.” You can hear the smile on his lips.

Everything becomes too much, and before you can think, your hand is shooting down, grabbing onto his wrist, squeezing as hard as you can, your nails digging into his skin. Your other is pushing against his shoulder. He barely seemed to even notice, holding you down with his weight, thrusting in his fingers all the way to the knuckle.

“Suguru I-” It’s supposed to be another plea for him to stop, but your weak voice calling out his name only seems to excite him further. His thumb dances on your swollen clit, his fingers never relenting until he’s pushing you higher and higher until you fall.

White hot electric pleasure snaps within you, forcing your body to jolt, as you curl up from the sofa. You think he’s saying something, words of comfort as though he could be any crueler, but you’re not listening. You came so hard you almost forget where you are, who you’re with. You can feel Suguru watching until you fall against the cushion again, utterly spent. Your grip slackens against his wrist, before falling away completely.

“See? Didn’t I say I’ll take care of you?” You don't even have the energy to glare at him.

He’s giving another laugh, kissing your cheek before he’s leaning back. His fingers slip out of you, and then there’s a sucking sound. You can’t help it, blinking open your eyes. Suguru stares back at you, eyes half-mast, a pink tongue flicking out to lick at his fingers before he puts them in his mouth completely, swallowing down the evidence of your orgasm. A lewd moan escapes him, muffled. You once again wished you hadn’t looked.

You’re already expecting it, but you still flinch when you hear the zipper loud and clear. He moves his jeans low enough to pull out his cock. He’s already hard, a bead of precum right at the tip as he gives a few cursory pumps. He’s big, you blearily realize. Despite the mind-numbing orgasm he’d just given you, you doubt it’d be enough to even take him.

“It won’t fit,” you find yourself whispering.

Suguru just hums in acknowledgement, giving you a knowing look as he finishes tugging off your panties. The fabric slides off your shaking leg before dropping onto the carpeted floor.

It’s too late for a fight, but you’re rising anyway, pressing your hands against the cushions, trying to create some space. Suguru is quick to shut it down again, leaning back into you as he palms himself some more.

“You’ll be alright,” he assures but it doesn’t help the panic the fear in your soul, “I cherish you too much to break you.”

With little effort, he spreads your thighs. His cock rubs against you once, twice, before entering your throbbing pussy.

Already it’s too much. He’s thick, stretching out your walls, threatening to rip you in half. You close your eyes again, squeezing them shut as the pain starts to edge a little too close to bloody. Helpless, your hand finds his shoulder, not pushing but digging your nails into his shirt. He purrs when you grip him tighter, moving until he’s seated fully into you.

He stays like that, keeping himself there as your walls squeeze him tighter. It’s almost a relief that it ended, but now, he’s taken everything.

“Look at me.”

His voice is rough, almost a rasp, an order. You find yourself obeying. Through your tears, you blink up at him, finding his gaze.

He stares down at you, a look of satisfaction in his eyes and you don’t think you are yours anymore.

He pulls back, your cunt tries to suck him back in, but he drags his cock out anyway until only his head is barely inside.

“Perfect,” Suguru murmurs as though it’s a secret not even you should hear, “absolutely perfect.”

You cry out when he pushes back in. It’s a gentle pace, slow and steady like he’s easing you into it. He’s being kind, you finally realize, a thought that makes your skin crawl. It’s so much worse than if he had been nasty. Harsh and biting with thrusts that would make your body sore and weak afterwards. If he was abusive, not caring about you, just his own pleasure. You wish Suguru was being mean, being cruel. At least then, you wouldn’t like it.

Despite the unexpected size, your body is adjusting. Pain ripples into reluctant pleasure, numbing your mind as his hips meet yours. It gets even worse when Suguru leans down, biting and sucking at your tits, enough for there to leave a mark. Something that will bruise and remind you of what he did.

“You don’t know how long I wanted this,” he’s saying somewhere above you but your head is swimming and you can’t focus where you want to, “how long I’ve wanted you like this.”

Suguru sits up again, grabbing one of your legs, hiking your hips up so his cock can go that much deeper inside of you. You babble something that you yourself can’t decipher. Suguru’s lips curl into another painfully soft smile.

“Ever since highschool,” he’s confessing like he’s a sinner and you’re his God but you know that isn’t true because what sort of god would be humiliated like this? “Remember that apron you wore?”

His hand reaches over, spreading over your pussy, stretching the fatty part of your cunt so he can have a better view of him disappearing inside of you.

“I always wondered what you’d look like wearing nothing but that on, spread out on the counter for me.”

He flicks your clit, and for the second time that day, you can feel yourself crashing. As though he can sense it, his thrusts shorten, grinding against your pussy and there’s a hand catching your chin, forcing you to look.

Suguru’s smile is gone, replaced by a snarl that promises to eat you alive. His eyes are blown wide, and he’s gritting his teeth, barely holding control by a hair.

“Come for me.”

You’re too far gone to do anything but listen.

You stutter in his grasp, arching your back, cumming with a breathy whine. It’s like a tide, pushing you out into sea, refusing to take you in. Unconsciously, the leg he holds tightens around his waist as you pulse around his cock.

He follows after, barely holding himself together, not when your cunt is milking him for all its’ worth. There’s a few particularly harsh thrusts before something warm and sticky fills your battered pussy before he's falling into you, pressing your body against the soft cushions.

You lay there, panting with him on top of you. Slowly, you come back to yourself, feeling your arms your legs. Your brain resets, and you’re suddenly remembering that you have a murderer’s cock inside of you.

Suguru’s face is buried in your neck. He gives a shaky kiss to your jaw; another on the corner of your lips. You can only stare at the ceiling, where the remnants of a body used to be.

"You know, the girls have always wanted a mother," Suguru's saying into your skin.

"I'm sure they will be very pleased with my choice."

#fic rec #yandere jjk #so good and so well paced #i love it

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Forced Matrimony

Chapter 16: Can't You See I'm Broken?

Content Warnings: descriptions of anxiety and panic attacks (fairly mild), kidnapping and mentioned torture, a smidgen of romantic angst

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It was organized chaos. A flurry of gloved hands drags her defeated body, and the marching of combat boots through the underground tunnel echos as Sae struggles to keep her only good eye open. The other had swollen shut by the time she woke up in the windowless van and got dragged down to this concrete hell.

She couldn’t make out any insignias or emblems on the black uniforms of the four men that ambushed her or the four that now ‘escort’ her to what she’s sure will be some torture chamber.

The group stops in front of a steel door, giving her a second to glance around the bare hallway as she hears the beeping of a code before she’s tossed in, and the door is slammed shut as she falls onto a thin mattress on the floor. “Get comfortable. We’ll be back later.” One of the men that dragged her here chuckled as the sound of their boots led away from her dark cell.

“Shit, those spineless cowards...attacking a civilian in her sleep? Just wait until I get out of this shithole!” She scrambles over to the only source of light and yells through the thin slot in the door. “I’ll make sure you won’t see the light of day when I’m through with you! You hear me, you pig-headed cowards?!” Her voice echoes around the empty hall, yelling back to her in the silence.

“Damn it!” She rages and thoughtlessly slams her hand into the door.

—-

You jolted awake at the sound of crashing pots and pans before looking around and noticing you were alone again. But you noticed Izuku’s phone was still on the dresser, and his side of the bed was somewhat warm still.

You blearily blink and rub the remnants of sleep away before making your way over to the closet and throwing a random assortment of clothes on—some sweatpants that must be from Izuku’s side of the enormous closet, a shirt from your side, and a hoodie you grab on your way out. A warm little collection of fabric that wakes you up with the remnants of mint still on two of the articles of clothing.

Your feet pad down the hall until you come to the top of the stairs, and you can clearly hear another voice besides Izuku’s. A loud, brash voice with a hint of annoyed gruff that overpowers Izuku’s weaker, more tired voice.

“Kacchan, I really appreciate this, but I’ve been getting better! All I’ve burned recently was some bread.” “That was the easy part, dumbass! Besides, Round Cheeks was bugging me about you.” There’s a beat of silence, broken up by the clinking of dishes, before you hear a sigh. “Things have just been...hard lately. I’m trying to just take it slow with her, and I thought her being around a giant group of people would freak her out. I’m not ignoring everyone just because.” You hear Izuku say before it clicks that he’s talking about you.

Wanting to hear more, you crept down the steps as the two kept talking. “And shutting her up in this place is doing wonders for that, right? At least feed her something that isn’t takeout.” “I’ve been trying, but enough about us, how was the honeymoon?” There’s a clamor of steel banging together for a second before the other voice explodes. “It wasn’t a damn honeymoon! Shitty hair just wanted to get away from everything for a while, so we took a vacation.” He ends much softer than when he began.

“Well, I hope you two had a great vacation then. I’m going to go check on her, oh, and Kacchan.” You start creeping back towards the bedroom before you hear anything else, too worried about how Izuku might act if he knew you were listening in. A pit of worry wedges itself in between your stomach and throat, burying deeper until you find yourself back in the bedroom, trying to stall for time until he comes back. Your eyes trail over to the bathroom, and you run in, shutting the door seconds before you hear Izuku’s muffled knocking on the bedroom door.

You turn the faucet on and wait a few seconds before you open the door and see Izuku sitting on the edge of the bed, chewing on his thumb and likely thinking about something—you’ve noticed that when he chews on his thumb or a pen, that means something is on his mind. He looks up as you move closer, though, his once darkened eyes almost glowing up at you while he tugs you down to sit.

His arms wrap around you, and he slowly smiles. “Good morning, Bunny. How do you feel?” His fingers slip under your shirt, tapping to an unknown rhythm as he takes you in. You were simply stunning. The vision of beauty before him was wearing his clothes, sleeping in his bed, and, hopefully soon, carrying his child.

You already light up his world. He can’t even imagine how akin to divinity you’d be while pregnant. Skin glowing, defenseless, and forced to rely on him for any little craving or for help getting up when your belly gets too cumbersome.

A tap on his cheek brings him out of his delusional thoughts. “Hm? Sorry, I guess I zoned out for a second there.” He apologizes before you could even say a thing or before he could watch your lips form words. “Is everything okay? I thought I heard someone, or is that the TV downstairs?”

Ah, he completely forgot that Kacchan was downstairs. Perhaps he could use this to reinforce the happy couple image he’s been boasting about with everyone else. If Kacchan were to see just how happy the two of you were, then he’d tell Kirishima, who’d tell Mina, who’d tell everyone, and then there’d be no question that you two were a happy couple and that you had to be happy with him.

“Oh, an old friend came over. He seemed to want to check how you were doing.” And make sure Izuku isn’t poisoning you with his cooking, he won't mention that to you though. “Since you’re dressed, we can head down.” He says this but can’t seem to be able to move. He just doesn’t want to. Izuku’s also worried. What if something goes wrong?

“You know how to behave, right? Be on your best behavior and just be happy; I don’t want to have to punish you later.” He can hear you swallow; the sound is loud in the quiet room, and the flash of fear in your eyes tells him not to worry. You’d behave, or you’d learn to.

He sighs and pecks your lips, seeming to deflate, before helping you stand up and leading you out of the room. Each step closer to the kitchen, closer to the smell of something delicious, you can feel your heartbeat harsher than before.

This could be your only chance to get some help, but the thought of whatever punishment Izuku has in mind is almost paralyzing. You almost want to pretend to be feeling sick to get out of this. You finally get to see someone besides Izuku, and they’re not on the TV, and you don’t want to meet them—it’s almost funny, too bad you’re not laughing.

“Guess who finally got up? Katsuki, meet my girlfriend and soulmate (Y/N).” Izuku tugs you close to him and flashes a smile brighter than the summer sun at the man setting dishes on the rarely used dining table. “Sup. So you’re the reason the nerd had us raid that base, huh?” You remember him, Dynamight.

He looks tanner than you remember, and there isn’t a scowl on his face (unlike all the times you’d seen him on magazine covers before), but he still looks like he’s ready to cuss you out if he feels like it. “Uh, hi.” You squeak out after Izuku squeezes your side, keeping an arm wrapped around you to keep you tucked into his side. “Um, thanks for that.” You can do this. Just go along with whatever until he leaves, and you’ll be in the clear!

“Don’t mention it. Now, sit down so we can eat.” Carmine eyes follow you and Izuku, lingering on the way you stiffly—almost robotically—move to sit across from him. “Thank you for cooking.” You glance up at him as Izuku fills your plate, then his. “Again, don’t mention it. I felt bad for you. This dumbass couldn’t even heat up some bread, so I figured I’d throw something together.” He shrugs and leans back in his seat.

“So how long have you two been together? I haven’t ever seen you before, and this nerd would’ve mentioned you way sooner. He couldn’t keep a secret to save his life.” The blonde raises a brow as you glance at Izuku, unsure what to say. “Just over a year, we ran into each other when she was a temp at the agency.” Izuku tells him, but the annoyed expression on his friend’s face makes you think that isn’t what he wanted to hear.

“I didn’t ask you, Deku; I asked her.” He snaps at the freckled hero and looks back at you, waiting. “Um, well, we met at a bar, kind of.” “Was it a strip bar or somethin’?” You couldn’t stop yourself from snorting and laughing as Izuku almost choked on his drink, coughing while trying to yell at the blonde. “No!” You manage to huff out, slowly calming down and staring down at your half-full plate as you tell him how you met someone.

“He kept looking at me and left a note for me, asking me to meet him outside, and I was bored of sitting around with my friend and said, ‘Why not?’. We went out for coffee and talked until the cafe closed hours later.” By the time you finished, a small smile had graced your lips, and you could almost forget that you were being held captive by the supposed ‘Symbol of Peace’.

You could almost trick yourself into thinking that you were just having lunch with Shin, recounting how you two met like it was some rom-com meet-cute.

At least, until the hand that used to be wrapped around you gently turned into a tight grip—forcing you back into the reality you were tossed into. Sitting at a dining table, where you have to pretend to be a happy little thing that is so in love with the green-haired hero so his friend won’t think something’s up.

“Ya afraid to say you go to dive bars, nerd? Ain’t that how normal people meet anyway?” You spy the way Izuku flinches, his harsh grip on your side softening immediately as he chuckles and suddenly acts bashful at his friend’s words. “If you feel like you need to lie about how you met your soulmate, then you’re just acting like a piece of shit. You know I wouldn’t give a shit where you met, and neither would anyone else that actually matters. As long as you take care of each other and aren’t hurting each other, then that’s all that should matter.” The blonde concludes as he looks away from the pair of you, his voice droning on as if he’s said this before.

You tune out the rest of the breakfast, suddenly feeling sick to your stomach. There was no way he’d notice the way Izuku pulled you closer or how his grip on you tightened just enough to barely hurt, which meant that there was no way he could possibly help you.

—-

The clanging of the metal door opening brought Sae out of her daze, looking up to see a group of men enter the room and drag her out before she could even think to move.

“Where are you fuckers taking me now?” She lashes out as best she can while being carried further down the hall, where the smell of mildew and iron could fully assault her nose. “Just shut up.” The man leading the group barks out as he turns to a rusted door. At least she hoped it was just rust.

She’s dragged into the door and forced to sit in the only chair in the room, a wooden chair with shackles on the arms and legs. “Going to try and torture me so you can know where my notes are? Good luck.” Sae spits at the masked man, who’s acting like he’s in charge.

She’s ignored as the other two men back off, hands clasped behind them, while the third just stares at her with his black eyes, almost looking at her boredly. “Leave; I want to have some fun with her.” He orders, but the other men seem to hesitate. “We were told not to go too far, man; just find out some stuff and keep her here.” One of them states this, staring at the supposed leader of this little troupe.

“I know, just go get me some coffee. By the time you’re back, she’ll be almost the same as when you leave. Then we can just wait here.” Once again, the two hesitate before leaving, the door closing with a heavy bang on their way out.

Almost immediately, the masked man slumps against the nearest wall. ��Kid owes me one.” Sae hears him mutter before he limps over to her and starts releasing her from the chair. “What is this? Some trick to make me think you’re on my side?” She eyes him as he sighs and pulls his mask up.

Steel eyes widen before a name is uttered: “Aizawa.” He looks almost the same as he did in his heroic days. “Did Hitoshi send you?” She asks as he pulls her to the door, quickly looking out before the pair rush as best they can toward the exit. “Not quite; he knew you had disappeared, but he wasn’t sure if it was because something happened or because you were waiting until the trial. So he asked me to check on you.”

He explained as quietly as he could, holding out an arm and glancing down hallways before guiding Sae through the maze of dungeon-like cells and rooms. She was shushed anytime she tried to talk to him and sent the kind of tired glare that she swears Hitoshi adopted whenever she would berate him about ‘not antagonizing’ anyone while he was locked up. How the tables have turned for her.

“There’s a side exit up ahead, and I parked in the nearby woods. We can talk once we’re away.” Sae just nods and follows his lead; she’d do just about anything to get out of here.

Once the pair finally made it out through a set of heavy steel doors, Sae was ready to collapse. Her legs were aching from the sudden sprinting after days of sitting or being forced to stand, and her stomach and ribs ached for completely different reasons.

As much as she wanted to just sit and catch her breath and enjoy the fresh air, the retired hero kept her moving forward with a semi-gentle grip on her bicep. Further into the woods that concealed her steel prison, sat a black sedan. Aizawa hurried her into the vehicle, all while he looked calm and relaxed. ‘Perhaps being a teacher at UA for so long has numbed him to these kinds of high-stress situations.’ Sae thinks to herself as she watches him.

“I know something bigger is going on, but I wasn’t told much, so you mind filling me in?” He probes her, not necessarily demanding an explanation. Sae lets her head fall back, wondering how best to tell him that one of his most prolific students has turned out to be the human equivalent of a sack of shit. This would be a fun ride.

—-

After the breakfast with ‘Kacchan’, as Izuku kept calling him the whole time, you would wake up and find random heroes, or who you used to know only as heroes, downstairs with Izuku. Talking, laughing, and acting like the world was made of sunshine and bubbles. And you just felt worse and worse each time you were pulled away from their questioning eyes and charming smiles.

He never said anything other than a reminder to behave or else; he never did much more than hold some part of you in a bruising grip; and he never looked at you with less than an all-consuming devotion when they were there.

You didn’t hate it; it was a change from being alone for who knows how long, but tonight was a different story. Tonight you, or rather Izuku and you, would be throwing a dinner party to celebrate something that happened at one of their agencies, and Izuku would often remind you that it was also supposed to be a way for you to get to know his friends. Meanwhile, yours is probably rotting away in some cell or six feet under.

They’re all gone, and you’re stuck here playing house with your soulmate. You should’ve just left town instead of staying at the base; you could’ve traveled the countryside or snuck onto a ship and left the country; you could’ve done something different so your friends would still be free. But you didn’t.

You jump out of your thoughts as your cheek is tapped, your eyes blinking to focus on the furrowed brow and the concerned expression on Izuku’s face. Oh no, you did it again.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been spacing out all day; I’m starting to worry about you.” He says he's worried; at least you think that’s what he said. Everything sounds so muffled, and the heavy hammering of your heart isn’t helping. Even so, you just nod and struggle to swallow the growing lump in your throat. “I’m just nervous, I think. How many people were coming again?”

He sighs and eyes you warily, as though you might collapse at any second, before answering. “Just ten people, ten friends. I know them; they’re good people, good heroes; there’s no reason to be nervous.” His hands sit on your shoulders while his thumbs rub circles into the delicate skin under the sweater he all but told you to wear. Green cashmere that, on any other day, would normally feel like wearing a cloud instead just feels like it’s clawing at your neck.

Though, to be fair, everything the past twenty-four hours felt constricting. The loose, old, and worn hoodies that still faintly smell of fresh-cut pine, like being at a Christmas tree farm, were your favorite things to wear since it had gotten cold, but it felt like the sleeves had shrunk when you tried to throw one on last night. Then the turtleneck sweater that’s currently feeling like a snake has coiled around your neck, and the hands that keep touching you.

Why is he touching you? Doesn’t he have to go make sure his party is set up perfectly? Why does he have to make you go through this? Weren’t you behaving just like he ‘asked’ you to? You didn’t want to be surrounded by people—by strangers—that helped him ruin your friend’s lives.

“Hey…Can you…me?” You heard someone, but you couldn’t seem to focus on their voice or even move. It was like being plunged into the lake after the ice breaks in winter, all encompassing cold while the world above grew muddled and far away.

Meanwhile, Izuku was starting to hyperventilate while holding you in his arms. You had just started crying and collapsed, struggling to properly breathe, and your hands had started shaking. Then a pair of scarred hands appeared, and he snarled as black tendrils wrapped around you, keeping you anchored to him. “Izuku! Snap out of it; she needs help!” He knows that, so why is someone else touching what’s his?

Then rough, hardened arms wrap around his neck, pulling him back. The shock of suddenly being grabbed is enough for Black Whip to let you go, and Katsuki is quick to carry you into the dining room and away from Eijiro before Izuku fully loses control. “Let me go! I can help her! She needs me!” Izuku’s screams can be heard through the walls while Katsuki sets you down on the floor before rummaging through the kitchen and returning with a paper bag, the cookies it once held tossed onto the counter.

“I know it feels difficult to hear or do anything, but try and breathe. I’ll hold this up, so just focus on my voice and keep breathing.” He tells you as he holds the white bag up to your mouth, keeping it pressed against your face and starting a slow countdown, one to five, and again and again until finally your eyes gain some focus and your breathing starts to even out.

“Keep going; don’t stop. Can you hold the bag yourself now?” Your eyes look up at him, wondering: Where was the hero who was famous for his temper and sour attitude? Still, you nod and move your hands over the edges of the bag and hold it still as he slowly stands and quietly walks to the living room, where you can now hear Izuku throwing a tantrum.

“Oi! Deku! Shut the fuck up so your girlfriend can have some peace and quiet!” You had to laugh when you heard the blond shout as soon as he was away from you. You slowly start to sit up and move the bag away, finally feeling like you can breathe again and that your heart isn’t going to burst. Yet, you still feel a sense of dread in the pit of your stomach. Is that just because you don’t want to be a part of this ‘party’?

You didn’t have much time to think before a green mess of a human launched into you, wrapping his arms around you and breathing heavily. “Zuku?” His name stumbles out of your lips, gaining nothing in return besides a nonsensical whispering of your name or that oh-so-sweet nickname he gave you. “Hey, Deku, the others are here. You sure you don’t want to just meet us at a restaurant; none of those losers will care about changing plans.” You look up to see Dynamite leaning against the doorway to the dining room, a fresh split lip decorating his face while his hands are shoved into his pant’s pockets.

Izuku stiffens up before slowly turning to his friend, quite eerily, if you were being honest, before he sighs and stands in front of you. “Maybe it’d be for the best if (Y/N) and I stayed home. Sorry for all the trouble, and the split lip. Sorry again, Kacchan.” His shoulders hunch down, and if you could see his face, then you’d probably see a face full of guilt and embarrassment, only half of which would be fake.

“Actually, nah, it might be for the best if she starts getting used to people. Just take a few minutes; we’ll be out there.” Then the blond stalks back to the living room, where you can start to hear more voices—the same voices of heroes you’ve met all week. “Fucking ass, she never listens to me.” You hear Izuku mumble, sounding much like that very first night you technically met him. Like a switch flipped as soon as he was, almost alone.

“(Y/N)?” He doesn’t turn around, still staring at the doorway, as if he could see through it and to the party guests. “If you start feeling like that again, come to me. Understand?” His head turns a fraction to look at you over his shoulder, and you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, not trusting your voice to even work right now, so you just nod.

You slowly stand up, taking careful steps towards him, until he grabs you and tucks you into his side. “Just play nice for an hour or so, then I’ll reward you for all your hard work this week.” He presses a kiss on your forehead, an act that would be sweet paired with any other words, but the way his eyes rake hungrily over you sends lightning shooting down your spine.

He hasn’t even suggested anything remotely sexual since you got drunk; in fact, he’s slept on the couch the past two nights. That look in his eyes, though, tells you that any reward for you would be more of a reward for him. And you're not even sure if that pit in your stomach is fear or excitement anymore.

Whether it was due to fear or exhaustion or, albeit reluctant, excitement to see the end of the night, you play nice and play the role of an idyllic partner. Smiling and laughing as heroes and their partners talk about their work and their old school days, most of it sounds like what they do now, except they now unwind with alcohol instead of soda, as if they were chit-chatting about kitchen tiles or the difference between chartreuse and lime.

The way they talk about their work and the villains they've stopped recently makes your stomach roll. One of them, the uptight one wearing glasses, talks about how he ‘effectively crushed’ a C-tier villain's arm before the hostages even had time to freak out. Another talks about how her intern accidentally crushed some vigilante's ribs and is now being sued, and how it's such a pain and unnecessary. Like it's completely okay to brutalize and nearly murder someone just because they aren't an ‘official’ hero.

It's all enough to have you excuse yourself to drift over to the booze set up near the kitchen, needing something to numb you. You've only just started to wrap your fingers around a bottle of wine when a familiar hand forces you to put it back down before quietly admonishing you. “I don't want you drinking; it's not healthy for you.”

Stiffly, you nod and wrench your hand away. You didn't want to risk making him angry at you—not tonight. Not tonight, when you have a feeling that you'll be treated like you're just a cocksleeve if you upset him.

“Good girl.” He whispers as his arms cage you in from behind, with those scarred hands interlocking in front of your stomach. “Just another hour or two, then it'll be back to just us.” You're not sure if he's talking to you or himself, but the strained groan he muffled into your neck gives you a hint.

The barely concealed giggles and someone sighing make your face feel hot as embarrassment courses through you, only fractionally helped by the giant wrapping himself around you, as if to hide you from his friends.

The time seemed to fly as Izuku dragged you to each of his friends, sending smiles that you know are fake—you've learned how to tell his real smiles from those fake happy-go-lucky ones he gives out so often—and laughing as they tease him about small ridiculous things, like the time he accidentally knocked a kid's ice cream down and ended up buying out an ice cream truck’s inventory for the kid and his friends. Then, when he got elbowed in the stomach by a kid who thought he was Grand and was very upset when he learned it was Deku, that story made you crack up for obvious reasons.

Then another story, and another, and another. All of them involved kids and how Izuku handled or treated them, and as one of them put it, “Seems like he's ready to have his own kids.” That sent red flags waving and alarm bells ringing in your head. Then he does something that makes your blood freeze.

A gasp is heard from somewhere in the room as Izuku detaches from you and drops down to a knee, with one hand pulling out a small velvet-green box with a gold ring presented to you. The ring itself is gorgeous, and you're sure you'd have a heart attack if you found out just how expensive it was, if the giant diamond surrounded by emeralds on the golden band is anything to go by.

You see his lips move, people around you covering their mouths or grinning as they wait for your answer, but the world's gone near silent to you. The only sound you can hear is the frantic beating of your heart in your ears, and you can't tell if you stopped breathing or if your lungs somehow stopped working. Your stomach is ready to riot, your hands feel clammy and cold, and your head feels like a bomb just went off inside it.

As Izuku stares up at you, waiting for the answer he knows you'll give him; otherwise, he'll have to do something he'll regret, he sees you start to sway before your eyes roll back and you start to fall. He's quick to drop the ring and shoot forward, grabbing you and gently lowering you to the floor.

“(Y/N)? Wake up, please, sweetie?” He croaks out as he holds you in his arms, feeling his own heart start shutting down in terror. “Midoriya, can we get her to a bedroom? Tenya, dear, will you grab my kit from the car?” Smaller hands grabbed his as footsteps shuddered through the room. He didn't know and didn't care who was doing or saying what. He just knows that you're not fine; if you were, then you wouldn't have fainted. Or, what if this is worse than that? Have you actually been sick, and he just hasn't noticed? He shouldn't have pushed you to meet everyone so soon or forced you through this party.

“Zuku?” That soft, tired voice snapped him from the doom spiral he was about to travel down. His eyes snap down to meet those beautiful eyes he's become so obsessed with, and he feels like he can breathe again. “(Y/N)? Are you okay? Do you need anything? Food? Water? J-just tell me, and I'll make it happen.” He rushes before you or anyone else could say anything.

You take a look around, just a second or two, and shiver under the intense attention aimed at the two of you before curling further into his arms. “I just want to go to bed.” He heard you mumble, and he's all too quick to oblige.

He carries you effortlessly up the stairs and to your bedroom, letting his friends downstairs figure things out themselves. All he cared about right now was making sure you were comfortable.

That doesn't stop someone from following, though, and he's about ready to turn around and yell, but he notices it's just Iida's wife with a bag slung over her shoulder. “I just want to check her vitals; if she seems fine, then I can give you a rundown of what to do to help her. If not, then we can head over to my clinic and get her treated. Can I do that?” She explains, and Izuku has to admit that it's reasonable.

He has just some basic medical knowledge; he can set a broken arm or leg, he knows how to best wrap a wound, and he wants to believe that he knows how to best take care of you. But deep down, he knows that if he doesn't get his head out of his ass and let her just check over you, then he might end up letting you get worse.

“Fine, just be gentle.” He relents with an exhale. She nods and continues to follow him, not saying a word the whole time. He nudges the bedroom door open and tries not to notice the way her eyes skim over the state of the room.

He lowers you to the bed, moving down to your feet and removing your slippers before leaning over you and pressing his forehead to yours. “Do you need anything? Tell me, please.” He whispers with his eyes clenched shut.

You blink up at him before clearing your throat and asking for something to drink. He nods, slowly pulling away until only his hand is holding your limp wrist and even then his touch lingers until he reluctantly leaves the room.

“Has this happened before?” You look at the woman as she adjusts her blue layer gloves, she's the wife of one of Izuku's friends. “(Y/N)? Do you know where you are?” She steps forward with her bag, setting it at your hip as she gently helps you sit up against the pillows. “Sorry, um, no this hasn't happened before today. Well, I mean, I had some issues breathing before the party.” You stumble through your response as she pulls out different things from her bag.

“Were you experiencing just a shortness of breath or did you feel lightheaded? Look this way for me.” She prompts you as she shines a light over your eyes. “It felt like I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't really hear anything either. Guess I still wasn't feeling right afterwards.” You try to laugh but it just sounds strained and breathy.

“Without knowing your previous medical history or being able to do tests, I'd wager a guess that you may have been experiencing a panic attack.” She starts off while digging through her bag again. “Do you have anxiety or any other mental health issues?” You start to open your mouth but pause. Do you have anxiety?

After all the shit Izuku's put you through? Then the shit you've gone through before you ever met, if that didn't fuck you up then Izuku definitely should have. “If you're not sure then you don't have to say anything. One last question and I think it'll be safe to say whether you're fine or not. Do you know if you're currently pregnant?”

“No! I-I mean, I can't be. I haven't felt sick or anything, and we use protection. So, no.” You can't be, you'd really lose it if you were. Bringing a kid into this fucked up mess? Even if you wanted kids, which you don't, there's no way you could ever be that selfish. “Okay, if you start to feel sick or you have another panic attack or fainting spell, then ask Izuku to bring you to my clinic.” She places a card in your hand, and squats down so she could look up at you.

“The address for the clinic is there. If you come by yourself, for whatever reason, ask for Mariko Iida and I'll help you as best I can.” You look down at her, and the kindness radiating from her makes you want to cry and tell her everything that's happened, but you know you can't. If she even believed you, she'd probably be in some kind of danger if she did try to help you.

“Listen very carefully. Look in the book on the dresser when you're alone. Page fifty-five, don't do anything until the fourth.” She quickly whispers before standing and humming. “Well, I think as long as you don't get too stressed out or do anything anxiety-inducing, you should be fine.” Your mouth opens and closes as she tucks everything back into her bag and walks out, leaving you alone in the room.

‘What was that? What book?’ Your gaze whips towards the dresser and you spot a blue book, one you don't remember seeing this morning, but your attention is quickly drawn to Izuku as he slowly enters the room. “Everyone left, Mariko told me to make sure you don't get stressed. She even suggested spending a few hours outside in the sunlight.” He attempts a laugh, but he can barely put a smile on one enough to fool either of you.

It's quiet, enough to hear the wind beating against the window, and you can see how exhausted he looks compared to earlier. He looks at you, judging if you're about to fall apart or not, before setting a cup of tea down on the nightstand next to you. “She also said that chamomile tea might help you, I only added in some honey to sweeten it.” He adds before warily sitting on the bed facing you.

“How are you feeling now?” He reaches for your hand and waits for your answer. You can only shrug and look away from him, even if you knew how to put what you're feeling into words, would you tell him?

“I guess I'm just tired now.” You finally reply. “I'm sorry, for the party and springing the proposal on you like that. I shouldn't have pushed you so much.” His thumb brushes over the mark on your hand and sends a shiver racing through you.

“If you want to wait, then I can wait. I just thought that since things have calmed down and things are going smoothly then maybe it was time to make things official.” He sighs and lets out a dry chuckle, “Guess I'm just a blind idiot.”

You glance at him and can feel your heart clench. He truly looks sad, broken, torn down. Once again, you feel yourself being split in two; one half of you wants to rub it in and be glad that he's feeling bad, while the other half just wants to comfort him and make him feel better.

“I just…all those people there and then everyone looking at me, I just hated it.” You tell him, pointedly forgoing any mention of his proposal. It's best to let that moment slip away and be forgotten.

"Can we just forget the last twenty-four hours never happened?" He asks, with an actual laugh this time. You simply nod, ready to just lay down. "Alright, do you want a bath, or are you ready to just go to bed?" "A bath sounds really nice, but my legs feel like jelly still." You groan and start to lay back down, ready to just sleep in your clothes, but Izuku apparently had other ideas.

"If it's a bath you want, then it's a bath you shall get." He says as he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom, setting you on the counter and turning around to start drawing you a bath. "This is the least I can do after everything I put you through this week." He says as he pulls out different bath salts and oils and hands them to you to pick from.

You choose your favorites from the bunch and hand them back, watching as he diligently checks the water before adding in everything once it's warm enough. "Can you stand on your own? I can help you if you need me to." He's quick to offer as he watches you try to steady yourself but the second your legs give out from under you, he's got you.

No words are shared as he helps you undress and finally sets you down in the water. No lewd looks from him or even a blush on his face. Just genuine concern and...love.

"Let me know if you need anything, okay? Don't hesitate to ask me for help, please." He pleads before leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. He doesn't say anything as he leaves you, he just gives you one last look before he shuts the door to give you some privacy.

#yandere izuku #forced matrimony #izuku x reader #tw kidnap mention #tw kidnapping #tw torture #tw breeding kink #cw kidnapping #cw torture #cw breeding kink

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lovelyrots · 11 months ago

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A sneak peak at the newest chapter for Forced Matrimony, sorry for the long wait but it’s almost done (just trying to put in one more smut scene in between work and family and other things) so enjoy this sneak peak!

#forced matrimony #cw yandere #yandere izuku #tw yandere

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lovelyrots · 1 year ago

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Since I’m nowhere near where’d I’d like to be on any of my current works (aka suffering from writer’s block) here’s some hcs or tidbits from my Forced Matrimony series

Izuku ‘Deku’ Midoriya

Definitely has traits of a sociopath (if not a full blown sociopath)

Is ready to slip a mask on to fool anyone (anyone that’s still alive at least) into believing his darling and he are the quintessential soulmates that are happily in love

Will delude himself into thinking his darling is happy with him if they aren’t actively trying to hit him to get away

Wants a family, not completely because he wants to have the 2-3 kids and a dog life, but because he thinks that children are the ultimate form of claiming his soulmate as his and his alone

This Izuku definitely watched The Boys and wrote notes on how Homelander was right about everything—aka is corrupt and thinks everything he does is justified because he’s a hero

Finally, he would never be able to let his darling leave him alive. The universe paired them for a reason, and he refuses to give up such a precious gift—even if he had to destroy the very peace he’s had to protect

Sae Nakamoto

Zero tolerance for abusers that try to use their power/influence or soulmate connections against others or their own soulmates

Likes weird food combos—red bean paste and Chantilly cake is their favorite dessert to go with cold orange juice

Bottles up anger and frustration from work and lets it out by boxing at her gym

Has no desire to meet whoever her soulmate is, doesn’t even pay attention to the little half-moon permanently on her knee by this point

Pays no attention to heroes or their rankings unless it pertains to a case or client

Once she’s determined to do something, she won’t stop until she’s finished—or she’s dead

Maybe I’ll do some more small things like this or write random thoughts or snippets of things floating in my cranium, who knows?

#forced matrimony #oc too I guess?

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lovelyrots · 1 year ago

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Some recent Kofi sketches ☺️

#art rec #screaming n crying #all three are PERFECTION #dabi todoroki

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lovelyrots · 1 year ago

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pspspspsp omegaverse dindin for yall

#art rec #ideas…ideas…#so many freaking wips #yet here’s some more ideas

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lovelyrots · 1 year ago

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I’m asking you to put your age in your bio (FAQ)

What does that mean? Your age should be visible in your blog description or blog title. I’m not asking you to tell me your age by sending me a private message, I want to be able to see it on your blog. Do I have to share my exact age? If you prefer not to share your exact age, it’s also okay use a description like “20 something years old”, “in my 40′s”, “25 < my age < 30″, “born in the 80s” or your birth year. However, “18+” does not count as an age since it’s too vague and can also just be used as a synonym for NSFW. Why do I have to share my age? Because this is an NSFW blog and I want to try my best to make sure no minors are following me. Also, I prefer knowing a bit more (basic info!) about the people who are following me than just their kinks. Why don’t you just ask me? It’s a hell lot of work to keep sending everyone private messages just to ask for their age. If it’s easy to reply with a message, then I’m sure you can change your blog description too. Also, I’m sure I’m not the only NSFW blog you decided to follow, and many others want you to put your age in your bio as well. But it’s private information! Telling us whether you’re in your 20s or 40s isn’t gonna make us find out who you are exactly. It’s not “private info”, it’s basic info. But I still don’t wanna do it… Then I’m happy to block you.

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lovelyrots · 1 year ago

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Forced Matrimony

Chapter 15 - You Know My Desire

Series Masterlist

Content Warnings -Reader is a bit of a top for a hot second, crumbs of smut, slight dubcon (because of glorious alcohol), and Izuku “accidentally” rips through the condom (bombastic side eye for the ‘hero’ gremlin) so tw baby trapping/breeding

🏷️ - @fax-for

Your lips collide in a frantic kiss, not forced like in the past, but frantic to feel something akin to reassurance. You want to feel wanted by him, you just have to know he wants you and won’t just toss you aside when the dust settles or he gets bored.

Your hands tremble as they cling onto him, while his hands wrap around you as he rolls onto his back. A breathless sigh leaves you as you slightly pull away to look down at him; freckled cheeks dusted with shades of pink, pupils blown so wide you can’t see that beautiful viridian color, and an expression that makes your chest tighten looks back at you.

“Beautiful…” He whispers, as if in a trance, before he smiles and you find yourself drifting back down to him as your hands start to move in opposite directions. One hand creeps under his shirt, slowing down to trace over the scarred skin hiding beneath the cotton, while the other ends up in his hair as your lips meet his again in a hungry show of desire.

All you can touch, all you can smell, all that you know in this moment is Izuku. Izuku is here in this moment with you, letting you have control of everything. He doesn’t laugh or pause when you tug at his shirt, just sits up enough to practically tear it off of himself before meeting your lips and eager tongue once more. Moaning into you as your hands tease him with each caress and tug of his hair, he lets you nearly strip him of everything he wore while you’re still fully clothed atop him.

Each slight movement as you pull each article of clothing off him has you grinding against his barely contained cock, already hard and leaking through his boxers, until his hands shoot to your hips to hold you in place while he shudders and groans. “J-just stop for a second.” He pleads as you giggle and sway, head feeling light and your belly feeling warm.

“It’s been more than a second, Izu.” You slur and rut against him, drawing more shivers and groans from him as his hips jolt with each press of your warm, covered cunt against his cock. “Mm wanna feel you, wanna feel warm.” You whine while rocking back and forth, tingles shooting all over your body with each press against your lower lips.

“Then you’ve gotta lose some things.” He lets out a strained chuckle, letting his fingers ghost under your -technically his- shirt. You dumbly nod and let him slowly drag the material up, soaking in the clear adoration on his face as each inch of skin is revealed to him.

A whimper and shiver are forced from you as he stops to lightly pinch your painfully erect nipples, hardened from the cold air and his attention. “I’ve got such a gorgeous soulmate, with pretty tits and an even prettier pussy.” He whispers in adoration once you’ve shucked your shirt off and tossed it somewhere behind you. He paws at your chest, never acting too rough, as you whine and squirm above him.

He finally had you where he wanted you; soft and compliant, warm and submissive. The perfect being to make the rest of his dream a reality, to bring his fantasies to life. Tonight, you two would make the most perfect child together and start your life as a couple, and soon enough a family.

That’s what grew the rosy blush on Izuku’s cheeks; the image of you round with his little baby, you fretting over how you want the nursery in the next room to look, and the two of you looking over a little thing with your nose and his eyes.

While this is what he planned for when he bought the sake, he thought he’d have a few more hours beforehand to make certain of a few things, but there’s always tomorrow for that.

‘Now’, he thinks as his patience snaps and he rolls over to trap you under him, ‘is the time for us.’

His fingers move quickly as the drenched panties are nearly ripped off in his impatience, and his boxers are soon to follow as his lips attach themselves to your chest. Marking and suckling while he blindly guides his cock to your drooling quim, tapping against your clit a few times before finally finding its home as you cry out and dig your nails into his back.

“Mmh, wait, wait!” You start tossing your head and shoving at him as the alcoholic daze lifts somewhat. “What is it, Bunny? Does it hurt?” He pulls away, a string of saliva keeping him connected to your breast. “I…are you using a condom? I don’t want kids, remember?” You blubber and Izuku can feel that shred of his mask start to tear as he sighs and nods, before reluctantly pulling out and leaning over to his bedside drawer.

He makes sure you watch him as he tears open the foil package and slips the cold latex over, he knew there’d be a chance you’d still remember his promise the first night he brought you to your new home, but isn’t that what backup plans are for?

Sae can feel the glare of the commision agents against her back as she shuts the door in their faces, again. Hitoshi sits chained to the table, a gray jumpsuit and a new black eye are the only changes from their last meeting.

“You start a fight with someone, or were the commission’s dogs trying to force a confession again?” She asks, half curious and half stalling as she digs around for her notepad and the signal jammer she stowed away. “A bit of both. That one agent with the short fuse doesn’t like the silent treatment, so he got a little testy when I said nothing yesterday.” He lifts a shoulder in a half-hearted shrug.

Sae rolls her eyes but makes a mental note to add the assault to the lawsuit against the Hero Commision after she’s cleared Hitoshi’s name. Finally she pulls out the little black box, cleverly disguised as a recorder, and powers it on.

“I still haven’t found your girl, but I have found records of a new home Midoriya had bought just two months before the raid happened. I’m having an old friend watch the place for any sign of her, just in case she’s there.” He just shakes his head, purple eyes looking off behind her.

“I guarantee that Izuku won’t let her out of the place, if she is there. Either you’d have to get in there, or find a way to get her to step outside.” The two sit in silence, before Sae hits him with some unexpected news.

“I tracked down her mother. She’s alive and agreed to meet me, on one condition. She wants me to negotiate for better conditions for her cousin, Geten.” Hitoshi leans forward with a dip in his brow, sure that she wouldn’t seriously consider that.

“And?” “I said I’d have to look over his records and some other things before I could agree to that. So we’re at a standstill.” Sae mutters, annoyance mucking up her otherwise calm appearance. “But, she did tell me that she hasn’t seen or heard from her daughter since she got remarried.”

“So you’ve got nothing, pretty much. Anything else?” He asks as he falls back in his seat, head tilted up as he waits. “I found some suspicious transactions between Midoriya and some of the top brass within the Commission, nothing concrete yet but it’s worth noting for your trial. That and…” Sae trails off, sounding almost worried and Hitoshi looks at her.

She’s looking towards the door and biting her lip as she contemplates on her next words. “I think I’m being watched. I’ve had my home’s security alarm go off twice since my first and only meeting with Midoriya, and I’ve seen the same vehicle follow me after these meetings with you. If something happens to me, then I’ve got someone ready to send all of my findings to the judge that’ll be presiding over your case. Until I get some more concrete evidence or find Mimic, this will have to be our last meeting before the trial starts.”

Sae reaches forward and shuts the jammer off before putting everything away, unable to look at Hitoshi. “Take care of yourself until next time.” “Same to you.”

“Fuck, fuck, Zuku! Too much!” You whine even while your toes curl and you cling tighter to him. He’s sure that he’ll probably have scars from how deep your nails have dug into him, but what better gift could he ask for? For now, at least.

“Just a little longer, you can last just a little longer, right?” He pants into your neck, eyes rolling back from how good you feel around him even through the thin remnants of latex.

He felt it tear apart long before this point, but you were none the wiser as he fucked you through each new plateau of blissful pleasure. He was going to get his perfect ending, no matter what.

“I’m so close, just a little longer and we’re done Bunny. Just, look at me.” He groans while you tearfully look up at him, mouth hanging open and eyes just barely starting to glaze over. The picture of unadulterated perfection.

His breath gets caught in his throat as he feels your walls clamp down around him, coaxing him to finish, and it’s not the heat of your flesh or the pain of your nails marking him that finally has him painting your walls sticky white- no, it’s the breathless way you whisper three little words without him forcing you.

“I love you.”

He curls around you as he barely manages to rock back into your sweet heat before letting go, hoping to every being out in the universe that this night of lovemaking will give him a family, and give you more reason to stay forever tied to him.

“I love you, so much.” He huffs out, breathing like he’s just ran a marathon. Dazed and over-sensitive, you’re left dumbstruck at the intensity he says this with and the seriousness behind his words. “Then why do you always leave?” The words fall out and your eyes burn again, this time with the pain of loneliness, as they sink in the quiet of the room.

You shouldn’t care if he’s finally leaving you alone, but it hurts. It hurts so fucking much to be the center of some freak’s attention and then practically be tossed aside, and you hate admitting that.

“I should be happy I’m getting time away from you, I mean you kidnapped me twice, but I’m not. I hate it and I feel like I’m going insane.” You ramble, and the words spill out like a dam has been smashed open. Your eyes snap shut as everything falls out, every complaint or worry you’ve had spills out and you can’t bring yourself to look at him.

He doesn’t say a word but just cradles your face in his hands as he leans down and kisses your sweaty forehead, a light smile on his lips the whole time as he sits back up. “Accept that we’re soulmates, I love you and always will. Hero’s promise.” A faint sense of deja vu runs through you, though you can’t place why-at least not now. “I was made to love every part of you, and if I didn’t have to leave you then I wouldn’t have. I swear, after tomorrow I will be here for you, day after day.” With that promise, he presses his lips to yours again before cradling you close to him.

You feel warm, safe, and loved for the first time in what feels like forever while pressed so close to such a warm body. Maybe, it would be better to just give in to him. Just see if there’s a reason why you two were fated to be together.

Is that so bad?

Hours later, Izuku looks at your sleeping face. Calm and relaxed, a sight he’s addicted to seeing these days and yet he leaves you to creep down the hall, footsteps quiet and measured.

Entering his office and carefully shutting the door behind him, he beelines for the collection of Hero Memorabilia. Inside the cover of the memoir of his mentor lies a phone with the notifications letting him know he’s missed several calls.

“Is everything set?” He asks as soon as he calls back, a calm countenance in spite of his every action and what he’s planning going against every oath he took as a hero. “Yes sir. Four men are at her location, just waiting for the order, and two teams are at Shigaraki’s location ready to go.” A smile threatens to take over his face; he’s so close to having everything done and taken care of.

So close to eliminating every single thing that could take you away from him. So close to being able to put his days as a hero on hold so he can be with you, and with the wonderful family you’ll have together.

“Remember, don’t kill the lawyer. Hold her and find everything she’s ever worked on, and go from there.” He gets a confirmation before hanging up and falling back into the chair behind him, a peal of laughter bubbling in his chest.

It’s done, it’s finally fucking done. All the hours spent planning, studying every little piece of trash that inserted themselves into their relationship, it’s all finally paying off. Now he can have his happy ever after with his pretty little soulmate.

#Forced Matrimony #yandere izuku #x reader #tw swearing #tw yandere #tw angst #tw dubcon #bnha smut #tw breeding #tw babytrapping

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lovelyrots · 1 year ago

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It’s Time for a Change

Protesting the ban on NSFW content!

It’s time to make a change guys, a change that will benefit you, me, and the rest of us tumblr users that engage with the nsfw content we so love - the nsfw content that tumblr is censoring, removing, and banning users over. The slow trickle of censorship has caused many tumblr users to take their leave over the years, but the most recent was just the tip of the iceberg - community labels. So many smut blogs, including myself, have been getting censored over our writings, severely limiting our audience and affecting our blog growth. Nowadays, its nearly impossible to get started as a smut blog as tumblr will slap a censor over all of your posts before even a single person can read your beautiful work, preventing those who wish to make their own material for others to enjoy.

Smut is one of the most popular purposes for tumblr, the main reason that so many have even joined tumblr! Yet its getting censored nonetheless, the reason being to “protect the community” and the eyes of young ones, but if you take a gander over to the app store, tumblr has set its age rating to 17+! Adults! So why is it catering to an audience that isn’t even supposed to be on this app in the first place???

Please, please, please, sign this petition so tumblr can see that its audience is unhappy and needs change. I can see everyone suffering everyday from this censorship, writers and readers alike, and this is the first step toward improvement.

Thank you all who participate and give support, you are so loved.

If anyone has their own piece to add onto this post about their own experiences with this censorship, please message me and i will add it to this post with either your name or as an anonymous person (dm me as my anon is turned off in asks)

#signal boost #tumblr censorship

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lovelyrots · 1 year ago

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Daddy’s Girl

Stepdad Kirishima x stepdaughter Reader

Content Warnings - stepcest, daddy kink, degradation and humiliation, blackmail, noncon anal sex, slut shaming, spanking, swearing

A/N: This was supposed to be posted last year for Kinktober…but y’all get it now as a treat, lol

“You sure you’ve got everything?” “Yes Eiji, you’ve only asked me that a hundred times.” You roll your eyes as you try not to listen to your mom and stepdad ‘flirt’ at the front door. “I won’t be gone long, if we can secure this deal then I’ll be back even sooner. Bye Eiji, I love you. Bye my darling daughter that won’t even see me off!” You groan and yell back a farewell before going back to your phone. “Take care of her for me.” “Don’t worry, she’s in safe hands.”

You keep your eyes peeled to your phone and the new text that just came in as you hear the door shut and your stepdad’s footsteps thud into the living room. “Well looks like it’s just you and me kiddo.” “I’m not a kid.” You mutter back while tapping away. “What’s got you so crabby? Issues with your friends?” You glance up at the redhead and roll your eyes then go back to your phone. “None of your business.”

“Actually,” you sit up and protest as your phone is snatch away from you, “since I pay the phone bill it is my business when it’s on the phone.” “Whatever, just give me my phone back. I was typing out an email to one of my professors.” Eijiro studies your face for a moment before sighing and walking towards the kitchen. “You can have your phone back after dinner, it’ll do you some good to get away from a screen.” You groan and get up, heading towards your room and making sure to slam the door shut.

“Fucking ass, ‘since I pay the phone bill it’s my business’ like I don’t pay for my line.” You rant to yourself as you flop onto your bed, content to just die of boredom.

Your mom really had to go on a work trip the very same week that you come home from college and leave you with your stepdad, huh? Granted, it’s not like the ‘gentle giant’ had ever done anything wrong to you or acted weird but he just acted too much like he was your dad. Like the time he told you to change before going out for a family dinner because your skirt was too short for a ‘proper lady’ or when he told your mom that you were having sex with a boy when really you had gotten fed up with him poking his head in every ten minutes and shut the door to have a little peace while working on a project.

Then you went on to college and had a semi-private place of your own and you were mostly free to do and wear what you liked, without some ex-hero meathead stepdad giving his opinion.

“I really think I’m going to die before this break is over.” You mutter into your pillow before closing your eyes and pulling your throw blanket on top of yourself.

You’re stirred out of your light slumber by the constant knocking at your door. “C’mon, your dinner will be colder than ice if you don’t come eat!” You groan and stretch out before throwing your blanket off and stomping to your door, your steps must’ve been what made the insistent knocking stop. “Fine, just stop knocking.” You mutter as you pull the door open, nearly running into a wall of muscle.

“Well I tried just calling from the living room but someone never answered.” You cross your arms and stay silent until he finally moves back down the hall and to the dining room. Reluctantly, you trail behind him and take the furthest seat from him at the table.

“Itadakimasu.” The pair of you say; him bright and cheerful, and you muttering and annoyed. For once, he seemed content to let you stew in your sour attitude as you eat with that same stupid grin on his face.

When you had mostly cleared your plate you looked to him expectantly. “I suppose you’re waiting for your phone,” he laughs before standing from his chair and heading into the kitchen, “I’ll be right back so don’t go anywhere.” You roll your eyes, they’re getting sore from repeating the action so much, and lean back in your seat as you wait for the red giant to come back.

You look to him as he saunters back in with a shit eating grin on his face, walking around your seat until he was directly behind you. “What’s going on? Just give me my phone back.” You attempt to twist around in your seat but his hands come to rest on your shoulders and keep you facing away from him. “I’ll give you back your phone, don’t worry! I just need to know what this is.” He takes a hand off your shoulder and places a letter in front of you.

You lean forward slightly, ready to get this act of dramatics over with, and your breath catches in your throat three lines in. “H-how did this get sent here? I…” “You were trying to use a P.O. Box but someone didn’t write it correctly and when you first started school, they tried to reach you. Your mother ended up answering the home phone when they called and just told them to use the home address, and since then we’ve gotten your mail from school. Including this very important letter about your expulsion for apparently drug and alcohol use.”

You couldn’t breathe. Was that blood rushing between your ears or was something ringing? You couldn’t make out what it was over the sound of your heart stopping. “Breathe princess. It’ll all be ok. Daddy will still take care of you.” Against all other sense, you listen to him and start taking deep breaths as he patiently waits.

“I’m sure your mother would understand why you apparently got into the drug scene and ended up being kicked out of school. She’s always been understanding when it comes to you.” His hands move off of your shoulders and you see him crouch on your left side in the corner of your eyes. “When you got that tattoo on your calf, Alien Queen’s logo I think, your mother said ‘it’s a form of self-expression that doesn’t hurt anyone’ and that was it. Then that boy that you thought the world of.” You flinch as he grabs one of your hands and turns your face to look at him.

“The very same one that ended up using you and throwing you away. Your mother and I both knew he wasn’t good for you, yet she understood that it was just something you’d have to learn for yourself.” You didn’t realize a tear had fallen until his thumb brushed over your cheek and wiped the skin until you were sure it was dry. “This though, well you can only hope that she’ll be just as understanding and that this won’t be the straw that breaks the camel’s back.”

“Please don’t tell her, I-I already spoke with the dean and he said I can re-enroll next school year if I meet some requirements. It was just a stupid mistake!” You hoarsely yell and shove his hand away from you. He grabs your wrist and tugs you closer to him, close enough to smell his cologne; woodsy yet spicy. “Mistakes have consequences, princess. Don’t worry though, I won’t tell your mother if,” he pulls you over his shoulder and stands before you can think to do anything and starts to head towards your room, “you can start acting like a proper young woman. Which means doing as your Daddy says.”

“Where are you taking me?” You ask and start to squirm when he seemingly ignores you. “Hey! Answer me!” You yell out but yelp when you get a swift smack on your ass. “Quiet down, I’m just taking you to your room for your first lesson. Unless you want me to tell your mother?” He stops just outside of your room and you quiet down before mumbling out an answer. “Fine, just don’t tell her.”

Those words leave your lips and you’re in your room, looking up at your ceiling before you even realize it. “That’s my good girl, now lay still for Daddy.” You cringe and look away from Eijiro as he tugs his t-shirt off, exposing his scarred torso to you. “Daddy’s going to ask you a few questions, if you lie to me or avoid the question then I’m going to take off a piece of your clothing, okay princess?” “Why? You’re just being a perverted old man!” You attempt to move out from under him as he brings his hands to the hem of your shirt like he’s already going to tear it off your body.

“It’s a part of your lessons; the first part is being honest when you’re talking to me. If you want to keep everything on then just be honest and answer my questions, got it?” He brings a hand up to force you to look at him until you reluctantly nod and stop trying to move away, after all how bad could these questions be?

“First question, do you have any other tattoos? I know about the one on your calf already so don’t worry about that one.” “No, I have just the one.” It’s not a lie either, though that wasn’t to say that you didn’t want to get another one, you just haven’t decided what to get yet. Eijiro’s silent as he stares back at you before nodding while his thumbs rub small circles into your skin just under your shirt.

“Good. Are you a virgin?” You choke on your spit and stare up at him. “How’s that any of your business?!” You snap at him before he starts tugging your shirt up by a couple inches. “Remember the rules, answer me honestly or you lose your clothes.” “You’re such a creep…no.” You finally answer and look away from him. “Such a shame, at least tell me you used protection? I can hide your expulsion but a baby?” He shakes his head and looks down at you with an excited grin.

“Yes, we used protection. Now can you stop this?” You ask and bring your arms up to try to stop him from playing with your shirt anymore and try to push him away. “I’m not done, now stay still.” He gathers your wrists in one of his much larger hands and keeps them anchored above your head.

“Too bad, I’m done! Tell mom! I’ll just go live somewhere else!” You bring up your leg and try to kick him off, squirm away from him, just something.

“Such a fussy girl, just calm down,” he lets go of your hands to flip you onto your stomach and before you can move, he grabs your shirt and tears it in two. “And let Daddy teach you a lesson.” “Stop! Get the fuck off of me!” You blindly throw your arm back towards him but cry out in pain as he grabs your arm and twists it behind your back.

“You know, I’ve never liked how vulgar you are. I told your mother so many times that you needed your mouth scrubbed out with soap, that no lady should speak in such a way. Now look at you,” you whimper as he puts more pressure on your arm and tugs at your shorts, “some whore that’s spread her legs for any bumbling boy or for drugs, maybe I’m done asking questions after all. I think I know the answers to everything else.” He snarls and you flinch as the fabric of your shorts are torn off, your panties torn with them.

“I’m not a whore.” You sob out and jump after feeling his hand pulling your cheeks apart and something drip onto your puckered hole. “Oh? Then no one’s fucked your little ass, right?” Frantically you nod and agree, hoping he won’t do what you think he might.

“So you kept some part of you pure, like a good little princess. It only seems right that part of your punishment, includes me ruining that.” You sob and shake your head, trying to fight against him and his thick fingers spreading his spit over your tight hole.

“No! Please! Ei-Daddy, daddy, please no! Please, just stop!” You beg him while tears and snot run down your face, you manage to turn your head just enough to see him tugging his pants down and your eyes widen at the sight of the monster sized cock springing free from his pants.

It looked about as wide as your arm and just as long as it too. There was no way it would fit anywhere, he’s not punishing you…he’s going to tear you in two!

He lets go of your arm and you take your shot at clawing away, only making it a few scrambling inches away before you’re dragged back and your arms are forced behind your back and something is tied around your wrists tightly. “If you didn’t want to deal with the punishment then you should have behaved.”

You start screaming, hoping that maybe a neighbor will hear and call the cops or something, but he shoves something into your mouth. “Maybe you forgot, but I used to be a hero. Even if cops showed up, who do you think they’d believe if you told them anything? The former number four hero, or some bratty no-name whore? Think on that for a minute.” He tightens your bindings and you start to hyperventilate as something slaps down between your cheeks and you can feel his hands kneading the swell of your cheeks.

“Breathe for me princess, breathe for Daddy.” You sob from behind your gag and turn your head slightly as he pulls away from you and you can’t look away as his cock starts pressing into your unprepared hole.

“You know I love you, right princess? That the pain you’re going to feel, will remind you to act better than before.” He uses a hand to raise your hips to better meet his and you try to scream as it feels like you’re being torn open by his cock.

“Fuck, relax princess. It’s just going to hurt more if you’re tense. C’mon, deep breathe for Daddy.” He tries to calm you, obviously it doesn’t work, with soft touches to your sides. You ignore him in favor of shaking and sobbing while trying to tear at your bindings. You jolt as a harsh slap is dealt to your ass, another soon landing on the other cheek.

“Don’t ignore me, if I tell you to do something then do it.” He slaps your ass again and his hand lingers to rub the tender skin. “Now breathe, if this is too much then maybe you should have thought of that before you mouthed off.”

You try to focus more on getting air through your hiccups and the gag stuffed in your mouth. It feels impossible to do though, each breath feels labored and you’re starting to feel light-headed as you start to feel him moving again and pushing more of that monster past your aching ring.

“Shit, if I knew you’d be so tense I’d have punished you with smaller toys, but this way you’ll learn.” He gives your ass a lighter smack and groans as you tense up around him.

Your eyes screw shut as he keeps slowly moving, pushing every little inch he can deeper into you while you’re starting to struggle to breathe between the pain and the gag.

“Hey! Deep breaths!” You cough and gag as the cloth is practically ripped out of your mouth, and you’re moved to sit in Eijiro’s lap. “You’re okay, take some deep breaths.” He repeats like a mantra while you struggle to do just that, all while it feels like your insides have been moved around to fit his massive cock.

“I know, it’s a lot princess, but you’re almost done. Just a little more and then we can start to have some fun.” One of his hands leaves your hip to lazily run across your folds and tease your little clit. You jerk in his lap as he tweaks and presses your button in tandem with his hips jerking upwards.

You’re panting and cross-eyed by the time he’s fully sunken into your heat, and right on the cusp of a forced orgasm as he plays with your embarrassingly wet pussy. “That’s my girl. Taking all of Daddy, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” You hiccup and shake your head, either to answer him or as a continued protest of what he’s doing to you.

You can’t make heads or tails of anything except that you feel so full, like never before. Your head feels empty yet there’s a painful pounding, you’re panting as your lungs struggle to work, and it feels like your guts are literally being rearranged. Then it hits you, with full clarity.

This is your stepdad. The person molding your insides to fit around him is the very same person that your mom loves and married.

That sobering thought gives you just enough energy to try and shove his arms away, but that tiny bit of energy does nothing except make him heave a laugh as he easily lifts you and lets gravity pull you back down onto his heavy cock, filling you quicker than you can breathe. Your small reserve of energy quickly depletes as he continues to slowly lift you off his cock, just until his head threatens to pop out, and then let you fall back into his lap.

The longer this goes on though, the more you start to resemble a rag doll. Just letting him move your limp body any way he wants, mumbling out incoherent pleas (for him to stop or for more, who knows?) as your eyes roll back with each harsh buck of his hips meeting your ass.

“Think you’ve learned your lesson, Princess? Hm?” He lifts your head from where it had fallen against the crook of his neck and rubs his thumb against your cheek. “Yes, yes, I’ve learned.” You dumbly nod and repeat like a holy mantra until he covers the lower half of your face with his hand and kicks the intensity of his thrusts up, bullying your abused hole even more.

“Yeah? What did you learn? Did you learn not to whore yourself out? Hm? Did you learn that Daddy’s going to punish you, hah, if you go against his rules?” He pants into your neck, warm breath colliding with the sweat coating your skin.

You mumble into his hand, eyes rolling back as your muscles spasm and your drooling cunt clenches around nothing. “From what I’m seeing, you just learned that you’re a slut that likes having her Daddy’s cock up her ass. Ya like having your ass fucked, enough you cum without me touching you, here?” He playfully asks as his hand covering your mouth moves down your body, pinching your hardened nipple then teasing you by tracing his thick finger around your vulva. Every now and then he’d let it dip between your lips to press on your clit, before pulling away and repeating it again.

He continued this little dance, giving your clit just enough attention to have your body jerk away so he can pull you back onto his cock, all while you were a whining whimpering mess in his lap. “Daddy’s so close, Precious. Just keep squeezing me, and I’ll treat you so good the rest of the night, just like that.” He pants as you throw your head back against his shoulder, mouth open in a silent scream as he stuffs his fingers into your slicked up cunt.

It’s enough to push you over the edge again, hard and fast, and just powerful enough to have you seeing spots as he brings your ass down one last time before he fills your guts.

“So…warm.” You murmur in a daze as he sits with you. Shivers wracked your body as he languidly played with your quim, placing kisses along your forehead and nodding to whatever you babble about.

“I think you’re due for a bath, hm? I can see if your mom has those nice bath bombs you used to like. Would you like that, Precious? A nice hot bath with Daddy, as a reward for taking your lesson so well?” You nod without really listening to him and yelp as he lifts you up and carries you to the bathroom.

He sets you down on the counter and turns away to get the water running, checking the temperature periodically, before he stands to his full towering height. You struggle to keep your eyes away from looking at that thing, that had just been hammering at your guts and he laughs, like actually laughs, at you looking anywhere but at him.

“Look at me, Princess.” He takes your face in both of his hands and forces you to look up at him. “I won’t tell your mother about your expulsion, so long as you keep our lessons quiet and you get back into school. Do those two simple things, and your mother will keep thinking you’re her perfect, studious little girl.” He presses a kiss to your forehead before checking the water again and you lean back against the cool glass mirror, looking away from him as you wipe a tear away.

#x reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou smut #tw stepcest #tw noncon #tw degradation #tw blackmail #tw spanking #tw swearing #this was supposed to be #kinktober 2022

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Forced Matrimony

Chapter 14 - Feelings Are Hard To Find

Series Masterlist

Content Warnings - conflicting feelings, Stockholmie syndromie, light dubcon (drunk reader), no clear smut yet

🏷️ - @fax-for

A/N : sorry I disappeared for a while…turns out my baby is as impatient as her mama BUT! We’re both home now and safe, healthy, and (mostly) happy so I can hopefully get these things out sooner. We’re getting close to the end of this series and I can’t wait to share it with you all.

“Deku? Your 4:30 is here, should I send her in?” Maki alerts Izuku, stirring him from his thoughts on the book held gently in his hands. He racks his mind on who this meeting is with before finally giving Maki an okay. “Maybe it was for that promo with Denki?” He scratches the back of his head seconds before the door swings open, the picture of confidence and righteousness striding in.

“Thank you for agreeing to this meeting Mr. Midoriya, even if it took weeks.” She mutters as it finally clicks in Izuku’s head who exactly is standing before him. Sae Nakamoto: a rising star in the world of law, and an avid critic of soulmate laws.

Alarms go off in Izuku’s mind and he fights the urge to stop her and throw her out, but he has an image to maintain and a story to sell to her. So he offers her the seat across from his desk and gives his best smile.

“No problem! How can I help you, Ms. Nakamoto?” She doesn’t pay him any attention as she rifles through her bag, pulling out a notepad and pen. “I believe you can help me by answering some questions. Starting with how you know the hero Mindjack, also known as Shinso Hitoshi, as well as if you’ve had any contact with him in the past year?”

He waits for a moment, just long enough for her to blink, before he leans back in his seat. “We knew each other back in school, and occasionally we’d work together or see each other at some events but we weren’t exactly close after graduation. Is this about his connections to Shigaraki?” The words, carefully crafted, flow out like silk but the woman before him seems unaffected, just hyper-focused on him as her hand scribbles on her notepad.

“I can’t comment on that specific allegation . Do you know of the C-Rank villain Mimic? Her civilian name was Y/N L/N.” His nostrils flare before he can control himself, but he covers his face as he pretends to cough in an attempt to buy himself a few seconds.

“Sorry, Spring has been making my allergies act up. You said her name was Mimic? Hm, Mimic, Mimic. Nothing is coming to mind, what was her quirk?” He barely catches the tiniest furrow of her manicured brows. “She possesses a quirk similar to that of Himiko Toga, though most reports note that her quirk is weaker than her counterpart’s.”

The corner of his lips twitches at that statement. He knew just how easily his soulmate had taken over his previous secretary’s voice and appearance, a carbon copy that had almost fooled him.

“Hm, sorry but I don’t think I know anything about her. You could try asking the other agencies if they have anything on her, I know some of them specialize in information gath-"”She was last spotted on surveillance footage outside of your agency. Nearly a year ago, yet she was never seen walking out.” The leather of his gloves creaks as his body tenses and his hands start to clench.

“This footage sees her with the villain known as Dabi, both as herself and disguised as your former secretary, Hana Akisaka, but no one matching either description is seen on any footage leaving the building and the security guards that worked that night recall seeing Akisaka enter the building but they never saw her again. The only other person they saw that night was you .” Steel eyes cut into him, with the unsaid accusation hanging in the air just waiting for someone to topple it over.

A tense chuckle breaks the silence between the two, cold and forced. “Well, this Mimic must have avoided me, because I don’t remember running into her or Hana that night. I just remember having to come in after patrolling all day and then doing an interview on tv, no one ever tells you just how much paperwork you have to do when you have your own agency.”

Sae stares at him long and harshly as her hand practically flies over her notepad, the scratching of her pen against the paper causing the only noise in the room. “There is some interesting footage from just four months ago, footage of her in plain sight being chased by the top hero Deku. Some would say she looks terrified just being in the same alley as you, I wonder why that is.” His anger takes hold before the calm facade can rush to cover the cracks in his mask. “I believe your time is up, Ms.Nakamoto. You only scheduled half an hour after all, so I hope you got all the information you need for your client. Have a nice day, Ms.Nakamoto.”

The woman was almost speechless as she was practically forced out of the room, if the hero’s grip was any harsher then she’s certain there’d be bruises. “If you have any further questions for me then please schedule another meeting.” He says, all smiles once in view of his employees, but the fierce look in his eyes is enough of a warning.

If she was uncertain of his involvement before, both in her client’s case and the possible kidnapping of a woman, then she’s certain of it now. If only she knew where this woman was, Sae is sure that her testimony would be enough to both clear Shinso’s name and start an investigation into Deku.

The world felt foggy as you slowly came to. The dip of the mattress and ruffling of fabric made you wearily open your eyes to Izuku sitting up against the headboard, his face downturned and looking like he’d just sucked on a lemon.

“Zuku?” You mumble, voice raspy from being asleep, and reach a hand up to rub your eyes. “Hey Bunny, sorry I woke you. It’s been…a day.” He whispers and gives you a glance, before going back to stare at his interlocked hands.

“You know I love you, right?” He springs out of nowhere without a second glance at you. “I just…I wanted to tell you that.” Your brows furrowed, sleep-addled confusion, reigning control over you. “Sorry, for everything, pretty much. I don’t deserve to have someone like you, someone so sweet and strong.”

Where was he going with this? Was this a trick? Was he going to let you go? This sudden apology and the ensuing confusion from it render you immobile as you struggle to keep up with his whirlwind of emotions.

“This was a mistake, I think I’ll just go sleep on the couch.” He starts to turn away from you but you latch onto his arm before he can fully leave the bed. Even with the tight grip on his arm, you know just how well he could shrug you off and go on his way. A tiny part of you wants him to do just that, but the louder and touch deprived part of you wants him to just stay.

That part of you wants him to hold you and make you feel warm and loved. That part of you wants to believe that you’re truly made for each other and in another life could have been perfect together. That, maybe, you still could be perfect for each other. Maybe, you could just see what happens if you let go…just for tonight.

“Please, can you stay?” A quiet plea, much quieter than you planned but he seemed to hear you as he hesitates before nodding and laying down, gently moving to hold your hands in his. “Are you sure? I-“ you interrupt him by moving closer and burying your face into his chest, whispering, “Just hold me.”

And so he does. Scarred arms slowly envelop you and the scent of juniper and sandalwood is all you can smell, while his erratic heartbeat is all you can hear in the silence of your home.

Like it or not, you’ve started to come to the realization that your world only consists of Izuku. The life you had before, the friends you had before, that’s all gone. So maybe you should lean into what you do have, if only to keep the madness of loneliness at bay.

You tell yourself that if you’re given the opportunity to run, you’ll take it and get as far as your legs can take you. That’s the small caveat you’ve given yourself; take in his affection and keep the insanity at bay, until you can run and never look back.

Your eyes slowly drift shut once more, the steady drum of Izuku’s heart lulling you to sleep like it’s a lullaby, and your body starts to relax against him. Enough that when he rolls onto his back with your head snug against his chest still, legs tangled together and his arms keeping you anchored to him, you don’t stir or try to move away.

Morning came too soon and with it, a feeling of contentment. At least, until you open your eyes and see you’re alone once again in the sea of sheets. You try to act normal, or a semblance of it, even when your breathing hitches and your chest aches and everything starts feeling wrong .

As you get up to raid the closet for warmer clothes, you spy a note on Izuku’s side of the bed. Unintentionally, you snatch the paper faster than you maybe should’ve and skim over the somewhat messy writing.

‘Sorry I’m gone again, but I’ll be home early, I swear! There’s some food in the fridge and I got you some new books. I know it doesn’t make up for being gone so much but it’ll all be worth it soon.

I love you’

Towards the end you clutch the paper closer to you as you amble down to the living room, the quest for clothes left forgotten as you wallow in whatever it is that you’re drowning in; be it loneliness or sadness, you just know you hate the icy hold it has on you in the hours you’re all alone.

Eventually, you wander into the kitchen and spot a bottle of sake, a glittery red bow attached, and a bag of dry groceries left on the counter.

“He must have been in a hurry.” Your voice echoes in the empty kitchen as you snoop through the bag. Candles, All Might themed fruit snacks, and a new collection of pens sit within. “He probably chewed up all of his other pens, again.” A quiet snicker escapes you as you remember watching him chew on the end of a pen until it suddenly exploded and painted his face a navy blue.

Your eyes stray to the unopened bottle and you bite your lip in thought. You weren’t the biggest fan of sake but you know it always made you sleepy…as long as you don’t drink the whole bottle, Izuku shouldn’t be too mad at you, right?

You grab the nearly clear bottle and journey back upstairs, back into the comfort of your bedroom, and sit against the headboard as you open the bottle and swallow down a gulp.

“Ahh, it’s been so long since I had anything alcoholic. I missed this.” You clutch the bottle to your chest as you lament, taking swigs of the mildly sweet drink in between random musings leaving your lips. “Kuro never let me touch the stuff, said he didn’t want me drooling on his precious bar.” Another gulp.

“I wonder where that old man is…I wonder where they all are.” A long chug and sniffle. “Maybe I shouldn’t have left, just ignore Shin and stay. Then they’d all be free still…” another gulp before your vision is blurred and you nearly slam the bottle onto the nearby bedside table.

“This is all my fucking fault! I fucked up and got caught and now they’re all gone.” You sob and rub at your face, only to have it covered in more tears.

You cried and cried until your eyes stung and threw the duvet over yourself, content to just rest your eyes for a bit. Just a little nap, to sleep off the sake of course.

That was your plan, but the sound of your name snaps you out of your daze as you struggle to open your eyes. “Hm? Zuku?” You yawn out and sit up, just as the door opens and in walks the green haired wonder himself.

“Hey precious, I see you got into the sake early.” You nod and smile at him, not really listening to him as you count the clustered freckles adorning his face. “I was hoping we’d have that, together , after dinner but we can do that another night. How are you feeling?” He kneels in front of you and reaches his hand out to steady your swaying body.

“I’m sleepy, and warm.” Your eyes slide closed as you slump onto him, breathing in that minty, juniper scent he’s almost always covered in with hints of sandalwood. “You know, you always smell nice. Like a nice candle.” You mumble out as he moves you to lay back down on the bed, but you clutch at him as he moves to stand up and try to tug him closer.

“Don’t gooo, you always leave!” You childishly cry out as he pries your hands off of him. “I know, I’m sorry. I’m just going to change, is that okay Bunny?” You pout and turn away from him, a movement that makes your stomach feel like you just got off a roller coaster. You hear him move around the room, opening and closing drawers, before the bed dips and he pulls you to him.

“There, now I’m all yours.” He whispers and presses a kiss to your bare shoulder. You hum and feel your mind start to slip back into that state between consciousness and sleep. Even if you’re not fully awake, you feel his lips against your shoulders then your neck, all while his hands slowly crawl up your body.

“Do you want me to stop?” Your eyes blink open and you turn your body to face him, to look at those vibrant green eyes that are focused only on you. And you lean closer to him and press your lips to his, letting that be your answer.

#mha #x reader #bnha #tw swearing #izuku x reader #yandere izuku #izuku midoria x reader #tw stockholm syndrome #tw dubcon #tw dubious consent #tw alcohol

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