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candycandy00 · 1 year ago

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The Experiment - A Mr. Compress x Reader Fanfic

Part of the League of Villains Halloween Horror Anthology! Featuring Mr. Compress as a Mad Scientist!

Smut. 18+. Oral sex, blood, implied gore/death/torture (“offscreen”). Mr. Compress in glasses. F! Reader. Zombies. Horror.

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Eerie red light flooded the room. You squinted and held your hand over your eyes, not quite used to the emergency beacons flashing wildly as a siren screamed from overhead. It was only the second time you’d experienced such a thing. Working in the top secret laboratories on the island was certainly not boring.

At least a dozen people in long white coats were running back and forth, scrambling to gather up weapons and shouting into communicators. “Another one got out!” someone screamed, and you shuddered. The thought of one of those things running around loose made your skin crawl.

A woman stopped beside you. “Hey, what are you doing?! Don’t just stand there, grab a gun and help us find it!”

You blinked at her, thinking she couldn’t be serious. I’m only an assistant. This wasn’t in the job description. I don’t even know how to use a gun.

The woman huffed angrily and ran off. You were relieved. You glanced around the room, watching the chaotic scene. People appeared and then disappeared into the hallways, through three separate doors. Monitors along the far wall displayed every possible nook and cranny in the building as the cameras searched frantically for the missing experiment.

One of the doors flew open yet again and a familiar voice yelled, “I found it! On the third floor!”

Your eyes fell on the man standing just inside the room, panting as he tried to catch his breath. A rifle was in his right hand. He looked up and noticed you, then grinned at you from behind his wire-rimmed glasses. “I found it,” he repeated in your direction.

You nodded, smiling. “Good job, Doctor.”

“Would you like to come help me catch it?”

Your face turned red. “You... want me to come with you?”

The doctor looked at you, puzzled. “Sure. I’ll need all the backup I can get!”

You lowered your eyes. “Oh. I’m sorry, Doctor, but I don’t know how to use a gun.”

He looked surprised. “Really? We’ll have to fix that. Sit this one out then!” And with that he waved and headed back into the hall. Several more people ran after him.

You flopped into a nearby chair and sighed. So much for being alone with him. But I guess hunting down one of those things wouldn’t really be that romantic.

You had been Doctor Sako’s assistant for the past two months, from your first day on the job. It was love at first sight. He had stepped out of one of the experimentation rooms, splattered from head to toe in blood, and given you the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen. Like he was genuinely happy to see you. Like he’d been waiting for you. All his life.

He was handsome, in an unconventional way. Wavy dark hair, warm brown eyes behind large glasses, a perpetually stained white lab coat worn over a button up shirt, suspenders attached to black pants. He wasn’t exactly Prince Charming, but his smile lit up any space he walked into.

The room had gone quiet. All the scientists involved in the search had followed Doctor Sako to the third floor. You looked up at the monitors, where you saw them all standing around in the hall. The floor and walls were covered in gore. Blood, clumps of flesh, battered internal organs, all splashed across the hall as if someone had just exploded. A few minutes later Doctor Sako returned, so covered in guts that his messy hair looked completely red and you couldn’t find a single spot on him that was clean.

He smiled at you again. “Well, that’s done.”

You laughed nervously. “You have an exciting job.”

“Yes, but now we have to get back to the boring work,” he said with a chuckle.

You were happy as you stood up and followed him to his office. Your small desk was across the room from his, facing him. You spent a great deal of time filing papers and organizing files and helping him go over test results. You didn’t have clearance to go into the experimentation rooms with him, and so you never knew exactly what was going on. But you had seen some of the test subjects and always waited just outside the door for him, ready to fetch anything he might need.

“Do you need some coffee?” you asked, walking toward the door to get some for yourself.

“That would be lovely, thank you,” he said, eyes quickly scanning a document in his hands.

You left the office, closing the door behind you and heading for the meager kitchen area. You poured yourself a cup of coffee, then another for the doctor. You hummed happily to yourself as you added cream and sugar to his cup. You couldn’t explain why, but you felt extremely pleased to know exactly how he liked his coffee. He liked sweet things, you had realized within a week of working for him. And so you occasionally brought chocolates to work with you and always made sure to offer him some.

The lady scientist who had yelled at you earlier appeared in the kitchen, filling a glass of water. She looked at you with disgust. “What are you so happy about?”

Your faint humming stopped suddenly. “Excuse me?”

The woman frowned. “Today was a disaster. Three weeks of work just went down the drain. Millions of dollars wasted. Anyone who cares about our work here would be devastated, not humming and grinning like an idiot.”

“That’s not true!” you found yourself saying a little too loudly. “Doctor Sako cares about his work more than anyone and he’s still smiling!”

The woman stared at you. “The way you talk about him, the way you look at him, is highly inappropriate for a working environment. Besides, you have no idea what kind of person he is.”

“I do know! I know he’s a sweet and friendly person. I know he’s brilliant and kind and always makes time for others!”

“But have you seen him working? Have you been in the experimentation rooms?”

You reluctantly shook your head. “Not yet, but he says that after I’ve been here long enough, I can.”

The woman laughed. “You’re in for a big surprise then. Doctor Sako is a monster in those rooms, a butcher. He has absolutely no regard for human beings.”

You hesitated for a moment, not sure how to respond. You glanced at the doctor’s sugared coffee and remembered his smile. “You’re wrong,” you finally said. “He’s a gentle person. I’m sure he has to hurt people sometimes for his work, but it’s important to him.”

The woman chuckled again, highly amused. “Whatever you say, honey.”

You grabbed the two cups of coffee from the counter and hurried into the hall, nearly colliding with two people before reaching the doctor’s office. You sat his coffee on his desk and he looked up at you with a smile. “Thank you, my dear.”

You nodded and returned to your own desk, but you couldn’t focus on your work. You couldn’t stop watching him, thinking about what the woman had told you. Doctor Sako was cute and charming. He couldn’t possibly be that bad. You finally spoke up.

“Doctor?”

He looked at you. “Yes?”

“What exactly do you do... in the experimentation rooms?”

He stared at you blankly for a few moments, as if the question surprised him. “Well, we test our products on them. See how their bodies react to the different strains we’ve created.”

“Strains?”

“Of viruses. To use for biological weapons. And of course we’ve been trying to create reanimated corpses that will serve as soldiers in the future.”

“The zombies?”

The Doctor held his hands up immediately and made a shushing motion. “Don’t let the others hear you say that! They really hate that term.”

You were embarrassed. “Oh, sorry.”

“But yes, the zombies. We’ve been able to create twelve so far, but none of them have lasted very long and we’ve had varied results on their motor functions and cognitive abilities.”

“I see,” you said. “So... the work you’re doing... it’s for a good cause then.”

“Oh, absolutely! It’s the most important thing in the world for me!”

The doctor was beaming with pride, and you decided he had earned the right to do so. He was the head scientist over the whole lab, the top paid employee of their mysterious company. He only answered to a select few people, men in fancy suits who showed up once a week to check the progress of their work, dish out money to fund more experiments, and occasionally fire someone who wasn’t doing their best.

The doctor suddenly smiled at you. “You want to visit the experimentation rooms, don’t you?”

You were taken off guard by his question, but nodded slowly. In truth, you were a little uneasy about seeing what went on behind the locked steel doors. But the thought of getting to know Doctor Sako better, of being able to understand his work and his goals, overcame your fear of the unknown.

“I’ll ask Shreve tonight. He’s coming for the weekly meeting.”

Your heart fluttered. He really wants to show me his work. He wants to share it with me.

A clock chimed somewhere in the building and the doctor stood up. “Time to do a check-up,” he said cheerfully, grabbing a pair of latex gloves from a nearby dispenser as he left the room. You followed him into the hall and stopped just outside a large shiny door.

“I’ll be waiting here, doctor, in case you need anything.”

He waved in return and closed the door behind him. You stood quietly for several minutes before sliding down the wall into a sitting position on the floor. A few scientists walked by and gave you dirty looks. I don’t care. I’m Doctor Sako’s assistant, not theirs. As long as he’s pleased with me, nothing else matters.

You’d been waiting for nearly two hours before the door swung open and the doctor peeked out. “I need some assistance!” he yelled, but his voice was nearly engulfed by another sound.

Screaming. Someone was screaming from within the room. It was so loud and high-pitched that you couldn’t tell if the voice was male or female. As the doctor stood in the door way, you stole a glance into the room behind him. Something laid on a table, something that took you several seconds to realize was a human being. You could see an arm and two legs, but everything in between was just a big bloody pile of goo. At the top, you could almost make out a face. But it was so distorted and twisted with shock and horror that it did nothing to help you distinguish the gender.

“What is...”

“Listen, dear!” the doctor suddenly yelled, and your attention was snapped away from the grizzly scene inside. You realized then that in Doctor Sako’s left hand was an arm. A bloody, mangled arm. In his right hand was a saw.

“Yes... doctor?” you managed to say, feeling a little dazed.

“I need some buckets right away!”

The bizarrely serious look on his face made you scramble to your feet and dash off without another word to the supply closet to grab the requested buckets. They were large and bright orange and you couldn’t carry more than two. You reached them to him and he immediately dropped the arm into the first bucket with a disgusting thud and thanked you as he shut the door again.

He emerged another hour later, covered in a fresh coat of blood, and this time there were no sounds coming from the room. The lights were off and you couldn’t see anything before he closed the door and locked it with his personal key. He pulled off his glasses and pulled back his soaked lab coat, holding up the collar of his shirt to wipe the lenses.

He looked at you and grinned. “Second time today,” he said with a laugh.

You watched him uneasily, not sure what to say after having seen something so disturbing. You finally decided to just ask him about it. You took a deep breath. “Doctor, what was that?”

He replaced his glasses. “Oh, you saw? Just another reanimated corpse. After we lost one today, I thought we’d better try to create another one quickly to replace it. You know, the meeting tonight and all.”

“Did it work?”

“The subject didn’t respond well to the virus. We had to terminate the experiment.”

“I see,” you said.

“I have to go clean up. Shreve will be here any minute.”

You nodded and watched him disappear around a corner. You returned to his office, sitting down and laying your head upon your desk. Maybe the other scientist was right. Maybe he does do horrible things in those rooms. But it was just a zombie. It was already dead. You can’t hurt something that’s already dead.

The terrible screams you heard earlier flooded your mind and you closed your eyes tightly, trying to force the memory out. It’s for his work. This will make our military stronger. It’ll make our country stronger. He’s doing good things. He’s a good person!

Doctor Sako came back to his office with a fresh lab coat and most of the blood washed from his face and hands. Stains still littered his pants and clumps of stuff you didn’t care to identify still clung to stray strands of his hair. He sat down in his leather chair and began typing at his computer. You watched him intently.

He suddenly caught your eye. “Is something wrong?”

You hesitated for a moment, then stood up and closed the distance between your desk and his. “Doctor, I... really enjoy working with you.”

He was staring up at you and looked a little confused. “I enjoy working with you too,” he said.

Your heart was pounding furiously and your cheeks were beginning to burn, but you’d made up your mind. You had to tell him how you felt, before your mind became any more clouded with doubts. You swallowed hard and looked him in the eyes. “Do you have anyone that you love?”

He looked even more confused. “I, uh, love my work.”

“I’m in love with you.”

His eyes widened. His pale face became pink. “Oh... I...”

You felt like your knees would give out at any moment, but it was too late to turn back now. “I don’t expect you to return my feelings, but I wanted you to know how I feel. I don’t want you to treat me differently. I don’t want this to change our working relationship. I just...” you trailed off, taken surprise by how adorably embarrassed he looked, like a school boy. You wanted to laugh, but realized how inappropriate that would be. Had no girl ever confessed her love for him? Had he never been in a relationship?

You felt a little more confident as a smile tried to creep onto your face. You walked around his desk and stood over him. You leaned down, inching closer to him. You were moving slowly, giving him plenty of time to stop you or pull away or push you back. But he seemed to be frozen, watching you with shock. When you were close enough to feel his breath on your face, you paused. “Could you accept my feelings, Doctor?”

“I... uh... think you’re very pretty and... I’m flattered, really.”

You blushed, extremely pleased to receive the compliment but now fearful that he was preparing to reject you. You were just waiting for a ‘But’.

“But...”

You quickly pressed your lips to his, effectively cutting him off. You couldn’t bear to let him finish, to hear his rejection. You wrapped your arms around his neck and within seconds you were in his lap. You eventually became aware of his hands on your back, pulling you closer to him and somewhat clumsily creeping beneath your lab coat. He does like me! He wouldn’t be doing this if he didn’t like me. He’d be pushing me away.

You didn’t dare to break the kiss, even as he pulled off your lab coat and slid his off his shoulders. He was so warm and soft and his mouth tasted sweet like the candy and cakes he was always eating. This was a dream come true. This was what all your fantasies were made of. Just this moment in Doctor Sako’s arms.

After a few moments, you slid from his lap and onto your knees in front of him, looking up at him as you unbuckled his belt. He was breathing harder as he watched you, his dark eyes wide behind his glasses. He looked flustered, but he made no attempt to stop you as you opened his pants and slid the waistband of his boxers down far enough to free his cock. You were surprised that he was already hard, and when you glanced at his face, a light blush had dusted his cheeks.

You couldn’t help smiling. You leaned forward and licked gently at his tip, and you heard his breath hitch. Feeling emboldened by his reaction, you took him into your mouth, using your tongue to circle his length. His hands were gripping the arm rests of his chair, and his eyes never left you, seeming entranced. You moved your head back and forth, sliding your lips up and down him, using your saliva to keep him slick.

He made quick, stilted moans that turned you on as you continued sucking his dick, determined to get him off. It didn’t take too long. He was probably even more inexperienced than you were. His entire body went rigid when he came into your mouth, a shuddering groan filling your ears. You swallowed every last drop, locking eyes with him as you licked up any remaining drops.

You got back to your feet and he pulled you back into his lap, his hands tugging your skirt up as you wrapped your arms around him.

A harsh knock came at the door, causing you to practically leap from Sako’s lap and retreat back to your desk. He looked nervously at you, his face red, then stood up and straightened his lab coat, making his way toward the door. He reached up and tried to smooth out his ever messy hair before turning the knob.

Shreve, a stuffy looking business man in a black suit walked in. “Did I interrupt you, doctor?”

The man’s eyes very pointedly shifted to your discarded lab coat on the floor. You blushed and sank lower in your chair. Doctor Sako laughed uneasily and picked it up. “Not at all, sir. I was expecting you.”

Shreve made no attempt to participate in small talk. “Let’s step into the meeting room. I want a full report on what happened here today. I’ve heard some disappointing things about the newest subject.”

“Of course, sir,” the doctor replied, draping your coat over his own chair and giving you a weak grin before leaving with Shreve.

You were left alone in his office, your face still burning with a combination of embarrassment and excitement. I can’t believe it. I kissed him. He kissed me back. It was so perfect! Why did Shreve have to ruin it?

You spent a few minutes sulking before an idea hit you. Doctor Sako had said he would ask Shreve about giving you clearance to go into the experimentation rooms. If he’d found your behavior inappropriate, he wouldn’t ask. But if he liked you, and wanted to spend more time with you, he would.

You quietly exited the room and crept down the hall, toward the meeting room. You arrived at the door and stood beside it, trying to listen. You could hear Shreve’s raised voice but couldn’t make out what he was saying. You very carefully reached down and twisted the knob, sliding the door open just a little, enough to allow sound to escape.

“You’re wasting our money and our time! If you can’t start producing real results, we’re going to have to cut off funds.”

Doctor Sako’s voice sounded strained, worried. “We’re doing our best. We just don’t have enough subjects to work with. You were supposed to send us more. As of today, we have no new subjects in the entire building.”

Shreve’s voice sounded like a roar. “Then find your own subjects! I want results this time next week, or there will be serious consequences!”

You slid the door shut and silently walked back down the hall. You felt guilty for listening in, and felt sorry for the doctor. How could he possibly ask about getting you clearance when he was already in trouble? Things had went from amazing to depressing in the course of ten minutes.

You stopped beside Doctor Sako’s office and leaned face-first against the door. You felt so stupid now for saying such silly things to him, for putting on such a shameful display. He had enough on his mind. How could you face him now?

You started to turn around when you heard a loud, sudden cracking sound, almost like a bat hitting a baseball. White light flooded your vision and you felt the sensation of falling backward. All sound then melted away, and you lifted your eyes to see the ceiling above you. Through the haze of light, you thought you caught a glimpse of Doctor Sako’s face. And then, nothing.

When you opened your eyes again, the first thing you noticed was that you hurt. Everywhere. It was as if someone had simply poured a bucket of pain over your entire body. Your eyes seemed blurry and you strained to see in front of you as objects started to become clear. You could see a plain white wall at first, and slowly the rest of the room came into view. A tiny video camera sat in the far corner of the ceiling, pointing at you. To the left, you could see a large metal door. And to your right...

“Good morning, my dear!”

You turned to the voice and blinked. Doctor Sako smiled at you, the same smile he had given you the day you met, the smile that told you he had been waiting for you all along. The smile you fell in love with.

“What happened?” you asked, and you realized your voice was tiny and weak. Your whole body was aching severely and you couldn’t move anything. It took you a while to realize that your arms and legs were tied down with leather straps, and you were completely naked.

You jerked wildly, your first instinct to cover yourself, then cried out when sharp stabbing pain shot through your arms. The dull aches became unbearable stings. “Doctor, what’s going on?! What’s wrong with me?!”

He reached out a latex glove-covered hand and patted your head. “Calm down. It’s alright. Your body adjusted to the virus wonderfully. The first part of the experiment has been a great success.”

You heard the words but your brain couldn’t seem to process them. “Experiment?”

“I explained it to you before, didn’t I? Creating reanimated corpses. Wait, what was the term you used? Zombie? Yes, you’re a zombie now.”

You stared at him in horror, not able to believe what he was saying. All the more terrible was that he was still smiling. “No... please... you can’t do this to me!” you cried, “I’m your assistant! You’re a good person, you wouldn’t do this!”

The smile faded slightly. “I thought you understood. This is a very important experiment. In fact, today we’re going to start the second phase.”

“Second phase?”

The smile returned. “You’re the most successful subject we’ve encountered so far. Judging by your reactions since waking up, you’ve retained all your motor functions and have incredible cognitive abilities. You can still think, talk, and feel. You’re a perfect specimen to study.”

You tried to shake your head, but your neck was so stiff that the pain was too great. Tears fell down your face. “I don’t understand... I can’t be dead! I’m not dead!”

Doctor Sako seemingly ignored you. “The next phase of the experiment is to find out just how much damage a subject can take before it finally dies a second time. Oh but don’t worry, you’re quite durable now. I think you’ll last quite a while!”

Your vision was becoming blurry again from your tears. You tried to control your sobs, as each time your body shook you were racked with excruciating pain. “Please... please don’t do this.. I love you. I thought... I thought you...”

He patted your head again. “I told you, I love my work. Now you’re my work.”

You gaped at him, still not able to get over the shock of what he was saying. He even turned a little pink, as if he were confessing his love for you. “Oh God... she was right... the woman in the kitchen...”

But your voice broke off when you spotted the large saw in the doctor’s right hand. He held up his left hand and grinned. “Look, I remembered the buckets this time!”

And anyone unfortunate enough to wander by the experimentation room as Doctor Sako entered or left would find their ears overwhelmed by the sound of screaming. And some would wonder what lurked beyond the door, perhaps even catch glimpses of a bloody mess that vaguely resembled a once beautiful young woman. But the doctor would smile and lock the door, cheerfully returning to his office.

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melancholymegumi · 1 year ago

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Men who are so so so close to bending you over and fuck your ass while gagging you with his tie. He loves you , but god , sometimes he needs you to shut the fuck up and let him fuck your ass.

Lance Crown , Rayne Ames , Katsuki Bakugo , Todoroki Shoto , Mr.Compress , Rin Itoshi , Isagi Yoichi , Meguru Bachira.

taglist : @honeybunnxo @adoresizuku

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metranart · 6 months ago

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➡️ GO WITH THEM! 😏

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princesayumi4k · 4 months ago

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SHIGARAKI TOMURA:

100% a tits guy, he doesn't care about size, doesn't care about gender, tits, titties, boobs.

He doesn't grab them often even though he loves to, he'll sandwich his face in them, lay in them, kiss them, titjob galore and will lick your underboob as he teases your clit/tip.

SHOUTA AIZAWA:

A thigh guy for sure, he likes wrapping you with his scarf and watch your thigh fat go over the scarf, even if they're small. Doesn't care about size but would probably prefer someone with more thigh fat just so he can see the droop.

Thighjobs basically everyday, squishes them, lays his head in them (and sometimes naps in them), etc.

TOUYA TODOROKI/DABI:

Ass guy. Ass, ass, ass.

Why? He likes to burn his handprint into your ass, even through your pants (even though you yell at him for it, it just turns him on more). He'll smack it, fuck it, spit on it, he'll rail it while fucking you good in front of the mirror so he gets multiple angles.

ATSUHIRO SAKO/MR. COMPRESS:

Is very chill with it, but a proud thigh lover, he doesn't really know why himself...maybe it's because his s/o's thighs are so soft...squishy...maybe it's because his dick fits so perfectly between them...he doesn't know but they're amazing.

STAIN:

1000% ass guy, smacks it even when people are watching, eats ass like it's a job and will fuck you from the back with or without a mirror in front. Just likes seeing your ass jiggle and fill up with his seed.

KATSUKI BAKUGOU:

Cannot tell me this man isn't an ass guy, he's a mix of Dabi and Stain but mostly Stain related.

With or without a mirror he'll be fucking you hard from the back, one hand on your head pushing you against ANYTHING as he leans back from you and fucks you (bonus: if you're a girl, on your period he thinks it's a reward since he can't fuck you on your period- unless you let him...), he'll use his free hand to occasionally smack your ass once you get you quiet for more noise.

HANTA SERO:

Casual tits guy. More of a looker than a toucher though, he likes sucking on them, soapy tit pics are his favorite and he likes fondling them when he gets the chance, no matter the size/shape.

KIRISHIMA EIJIRO:

Proudly an ass guy, smacks it every time he walks past you, or even grabs it (since he loves PDA).

Smushes his face in it too, even if you think it's (at least a bit) weird. Doesn't eat your ass though, just likes squishing and smushing it.

DENKI KAMINARI:

Loves tits, titties, breasts and boobs everyday and night.

He's kind of like Sero, rather a looker than toucher but looker is an understatement. He stares, a bit of cleavage and your eyes suddenly don't exist to him.

He does act like Tomura and Sero though, licks your underboob, squishes it, licks, sucks, etc.

ANY MORE? COMMENT! 🤍

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xazse · 2 months ago

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mr compress x kittygirl hybrid! reader and i will worship the ground you walk 😣😣🙏🙏🙏

SWEET GIRL

Synopsis: Mr.Compress feels a certain inkling and intensity within himself.

Notes: this is great I know you just submitted this really recent but I wanted to let some of my fans know that I will now write for MHA!!! SEND ME SOME STUFF (don’t worry to my others who have sent jjk requests I’m working on them<333)) (sorry I just had to do something with the league and them meeting kitty girl)

Pairings: Mr.Compress x KittyGirl!Hybrid

Warnings: Smut + mean!League Members + rough handling + rough kissing + fingering + penetration + Fem!reader + Hybrid!reader

Mr.Compress had dragged in another stray: you he had known for at least a month before introducing you to the league. He found you digging through some rubble searching for food. He had felt extremely bad and just felt the need to take you.

So that’s what he did, he took you and you didn’t fight at all he just went, scooped you up. You looked a tad bit confused but when he gave you some food you were attached, he gave you plenty of opportunities to leave but every time you’d look around for him and once you found him you’d loop your arms with his and follow. It was downright adorable.

After some time had passed he chose to introduce you to his beloved league.

“She looks stupid, get her out.”

“That’s so mean Tomura! I think she looks adoreable!”

“You are very right Toga, Shigaraki isn’t used to cutesy things.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” The blue haired man exclaimed from the bar.

“Why not give er’ a change Shigaraki? She could prove to be useful.” Spinner is always trying to be the middle man, Mr.Compress can certainly rely on him to get you in good with everyone.

“Useful my ass.” Dabi’s the one who speaks up.

“It wouldn’t be wise for you to talk, you’re in the same boat as her.” Shigaraki backfires.

“Tried to help you, dick.”

It hadn’t even been 40 minutes sitting as the league chats and discusses various things, Toga and Twice won’t leave you alone they insist on playing with your tail and rubbing your pointy ears: pushing them back just to watch them pop right back in place.

You aren’t complaining one bit, you love the extra attention they’re giving you, you can’t quite make out what they’re saying but nonetheless you know it’s nothing but sweet words minus twice sometimes blurting random crude things.

Leaving them proves to be the worst, “tears” are exchanged when Mr. Compress is ready to depart and you have to leave the new friends you just made. He reassures you that you’ll be able to see everyone again very soon.

Mr compress loves you a tenth fold you’re impressed by his tricks others find to be unfunny but you will sit for hours and watch him show off, clapping with the biggest smile on your cute face. It drives him mad to have his own personal fan.

It makes his cock throb when he’s doing one of his tricks and you look so curious to find out what’s next, he can’t focus on finishing it when you’re swooning right in front of him, he basically attacks you with sloppy kisses.

His thick tongue invades your mouth, his actions aren’t careful, he needs to be inside you right now.

He sits on his hind legs and traps you with his thighs on either side. He takes his hard cock out and jerks himself a few times right over your exposed stomach. you’ve all of a sudden gone shy on him, trying to avoid the intense way he’s staring down at you.

He stops for a moment to rid you of your bra, then your panties whilst also undressing himself fully too.

Even after all this time you’re still hiding your body from him like he hasn’t explored every single inch of you. He pays that no mind and moves to rub your cunt, he makes sure not to directly touch your clit.

He moves his skillful fingers around your lips, dipping in and out of your hole to get you used to the feeling. Sweet moans slip from your throat, your breath hitches everytime he so much as grazes the englared bud.

Impatient Compress starts full on fucking you with his fingers, he has to use a little of his strength to keep your leg nice and still for him. You’re full on moaning, it feels so damn good, the way his fingers abuse your wet hole in the meanest motions he can muster.

He makes eye contact with you when he pulls his fingers out and licks them, making sure to clean them dry.

He’s got you plenty wet, he rubs the tip of his cock in between your lips even touching your sensitive clit, he hadn’t even made you cum and you’re already so jumpy.

His thick cock starts to push inside you, slowly filling you of him, taking him is no walk in the park, he’s more long than anything, you grip whatever you can as he pushes past your tight hole.

Atsuhiro lets you adjust to him, he can hear slight sniffling from you, poor thing, he’ll make you happy in just a moment: that moment being now, he pushes your legs a little towards your torso angling his cock more snuggly.

Atushiro is never one to rush sex with you, he likes to be in the moment so he can enjoy and really feel you but now he can’t wait, he starts thrusting fast and deep, your fat cunt accepting every inch so easily now.

He’s been obsessed with your pussy the first day you and him had sex, you’re so tight and warm, he draws his hips back all the way letting his cock fall out to admire the slick it’s covered in, just to slam right back into you.

“Nnng..”

“Feels… so good Sako..” your moans sound so choked up in your throat, making you all the more desperate for more clearly.

His face is a beautiful shade of pink, groans mixed with yours slipping from his bitten lips, you truly don’t know the effects your cunt has on him, everytime he pulls back you suck him right back in.

Your tail has a mind of its own when it wraps around his torso, moving along with the rhythm of his hips.

You wipe the tears that have found their way to your face, your body spasms in that familiar way, along with your pussy tightening even more around him. He holds you down by your tummy, securing you in place so you don’t thrash everywhere.

He slams down in you one last time, pushing you right over the edge you cum with a loud yelp followed by quiet whines that die down, through this whole thing he’s praising you, kissing your soddened cheeks.

Your chest rapidly tries to calm down, feeling the aftershocks of a nasty orgasm.

Later that night he makes sure to rub your pointy ears and cuddle you as close as possible.

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fatkish · 8 months ago

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Would you be interested in doing some HCs for a mortem omega joining up with the league of villains? The league would probably be happy to encourage the more unsavory/violent tendencies in a mortem. Plus, mortem would be able to get a good rotation set up to help with heats. Dabi has a weak constitution, I'd be worried about him. On the other hand, Spinner may be packing double trouble thanks to gecko anatomy, so awkward lizard baby could be an unexpected favorite.

A/B/O League of Villains x Mortem Omega Reader

In this, the reader is a Mortem Omega who has a healing quirk. The following is about the reader and their interactions with the members and what they think of the reader and basic life within the league.

Dabi:

I’d headcannon that he’s an Apex alpha like his dad (something he both loves and hates about himself)

He smells like ash and wintergreen

He was amazed at the reader’s healing abilities as well as their ferocity. They can rip ‘em apart as well as they can heal ‘em

The reader heals his scars constantly but he just gets them right back

He encourages the reader to kill those who threaten the pack

He absolutely loves seeing the omega kill people

Your very protective and loyal to your pack

He’s rough and mean during his ruts. He loves to bite and smack the reader in their most sensitive areas. He’s almost sadistic in the way he’s rough

He a pretty decent mate, he’s very possessive during his ruts and marks the reader up

He loves making the reader cry and scream as he rips orgasm after orgasm out of them during their heat, he’s definitely someone to edge the poor omega

Tomura:

He’s an Apex Alpha but comes off as normal alpha due to his childish personality and behavior

He has a chalky petrichor scent mixed with a slight hint of pine

The reader tends to treat him almost like a pup in the sense that they’ll nuzzle him, cuddle him and try to nourish him by making him drink their milk (Mortems can produce milk if they’re with a pup. Their bodies will produce milk even if the pup isn’t their own, as long as the Mortem believes a pup is theirs, they’ll produce and try to feed them)

He considers the reader as his player 2 and is also very possessive of them

Tomura loves the omega’s attention and doesn’t mind that the reader babies him, he’ll still fuck them during his rut

Is rough and passionate in the sense that he’s more focused on his own pleasure that the reader’s

When the reader is in heat, he’ll fuck them and make them cum on his dick as he feasts on the readers milk and makes a mess of them

Mr. Compress:

I’d headcannon that he’s an alpha

He smells like charcoal and wine

He was originally afraid of the reader unlike the others. After the reader got used to him, he lost his sense of fear

He’s the most calm during his ruts, he’s more romantic and passionate and prefers lovemaking than just sex

Is very observant and focused on the reader’s pleasure during his ruts

During the reader’s heat, he’s the most focused on the reader’s pleasure and will happily use toys on them. He’ll use his quirk and shove as many marbles up into the reader as possible and makes them count each. After he’s fit as many as possible in them, he’ll make them push them out

Some marbles will get stuck so he’ll dig them out with his skilled fingers and tongue which drives the reader mad with pleasure and overstimulation

Kurogiri:

Most likely an alpha but could also be a beta

He smells like evergreen and ocean breeze

He’s sadly the most boring of the group since he doesn’t indulge in his rut (he’s a Nomu and he doesn’t really have to but can if he wants to)

He’s gone most of the time and acts more as a patriarch alpha (old alphas in a pack who lead but don’t have sex with the omegas)

Spinner:

I’d strongly headcannon him as a beta since he doesn’t really have a drive and is more of a go with the flow kind of guy

He definitely doesn’t realize that he kind of holds the group together as he’s the most chill and has the least powerful scent

He smells like musk and sage

He rarely participates in sex, as he does it the least out of the other males

He does have two dicks that the reader loves riding. Part of the reason why he doesn’t do it often is because twice the dicks, come with twice the sensations. He can be very sensitive mostly acts as a fill in for the reader’s heats

Twice:

Surprise, or not, he’s definitely an alpha, but I also think that one of his personalities is an omega or has an omega mindset

He smells like sweet orange and mint (his scents are contrasting like orange juice and toothpaste which most find gross but to reader it’s like a refreshing drink)

He’s actually the sweetest and most passionate of the males. He loves making the reader cum and also feeds on the reader’s milk

He’s pretty energetic and has some stamina so he’s actually one of the best at helping the reader through their heat

He’s so happy that he finally has an omega to call his own

He’s not as possessive so he’s open to sharing the reader during his ruts

Toga:

An Omega. Now hear me out. She wants someone to love her the way she is. Most people reject her based on her scent and it acts as a repellent for most people

She smells like sugar and blood

The reader originally found her and decided to follow her. That’s how the reader met the league, they wanted to protect Toga so they followed her to the hideout

Toga and the reader mostly sleep and snuggle during their shared heats.

They have a shared nest that’s just for the two of them

She loves how the reader isn’t afraid to get hurt and will happily share their blood with her

Loves tag team fighting and they work well together

Magne:

An Omega. Most people think she’s a beta since she’s built and has a more beta like scent but don’t be fooled, she’s a true Omega

She smells like cinnamon and spruce

The reader nests with her and Toga

The reader tried to Kill Overhaul for killing what they deemed as one of their omegas

Already has her own alpha so she leaves during the reader’s heat

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cuckoobutinmoderation · 11 months ago

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CUNNING-lingus

You felt so small under his gaze. He held all the power despite being the one on his knees for you. Your body was burning and squirming and trying to crawl away, pleading for mercy. But he held you so tight.

He could have pinned you in place with just his lustful eyes.

His tongue alternated between lapping over your clit and thrusting in and out of your entrance. You were drenched with desire. Your wetness mixed with his saliva and he lapped at it like a starved man.

Your face was red and your cheeks felt hot. You were in heaven. He placed a few hot, open mouthed kisses on your inner thighs. The sudden loss of warmth from your core, coupled with a distant tickling sensation of his lips made you almost cry with need.

He began kneading your breasts with one of his hands while the other spread your legs apart so he could shove his fingers inside your cunt. He immediately found that sweet spot that made you gasp and moan with ecstasy. The pads of his fingers curled and rubbed that spot while his mouth returned to your bundle of nerves. Your body spasmed with every jolt of pleasure that shot through your body. Your eyes kept rolling to the back of your head and closing but you kept them open. Looking into his own. He was proudly taking in the sight of all the sweet agony he put you through.

You felt your clitoris becoming numb from the relentless strokes of his tongue. But there was a new sensation starting to form faintly somewhere deep inside. It throbbed and grew stronger and stronger, spreading to your stomach, your breasts and down to your legs, making them shake in his grasp. Your whole body was shivering. Your orgasm was building higher and higher and then, something snapped and it all collided back into you. You went completely limp as it raked through you, raising goosebumps and driving you insane.

It lasted for a good couple of minutes, flooding his mouth with your wetness which he cleaned up, licking hungrily and not wasting a drop. You were twitching and sobbing and crying but he kept at it. You tried to push his face away, begging him to stop.

Finally, he looked up. His hand began massaging your sore muscles and he started kissing your legs and feet. You felt satisfied but exhausted. Your eyelids were closing on their own. You could barely move an inch.

To your horror, you felt him climb on top of you.

"My turn to come?"

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candycandy00 · 2 years ago

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The Dark Carnival - Mr. Compress x Reader

AU fic about the League of Villains as members of a 1920’s traveling circus/carnival, and everywhere they go, people tend to disappear. Each chapter will feature a new Reader getting mixed up with one of the members. This is a dark fanfic so please don’t expect happy endings!

Smut. 18+. Gore. Blood. Death. Consensual Sex (lots of it). Very long fic.

On the first night the carnival was in town, you arrived early with your father to be given a tour of the grounds. A man with white hair and strange red eyes met the two of you at the entrance, bowing in a dramatic way.

“Welcome to our carnival, sir. And thank you again for allowing us to use your property.”

Your father looked at the man as if he were filth, and walked on through the hastily erected gate. “You can thank me by making sure I get my cut of the profits,” your father said while regarding the grounds with a look of mild disgust.

You followed his gaze, looking over the carnival rides alight with colors, the booths where people could play games like throwing darts at balloons, the carts selling street foods you’d never heard of, and several weathered but still vibrant tents of varying sizes clustered in the middle of the area.

The food smelled delicious, completely overtaking the faint smell of earth that you’d detected outside the gate. The rides were moving despite being empty, apparently going through last minute checks before the carnival was opened to the public. Carnival workers were running back and forth, finishing up preparations.

That’s when a young man collided with your father, a large bucket of water in his hands spilling onto your father’s suit. The young man fell onto the ground, but quickly scrambled to his feet. “I’m so sorry, sir! I wasn’t looking where I was going!”

“How dare you!” your father roared, glaring at the young man who took two steps back in fear. “This suit is worth more than your pathetic life!”

“Father, calm down,” you said, but he didn’t seem to hear you. He raised his arm to strike the young man, but suddenly another man was beside him, holding his arm still.

The newcomer wore a flamboyant outfit in bright red, glitter and sequins adorning the fabric. He had thick, wavy dark hair and even darker eyes. “No violence allowed at the carnival, sir,” he said in a cheerful tone, positioning himself between your father and the young man. He snapped his fingers and a long stem rose appeared in his hand, which he reached toward your father. “Here, have a souvenir!”

Your father jerked his arm free of the man’s grasp and then slapped the rose out of the man’s hand. “Don’t touch me, you filthy carnie!”

The man shrugged and snapped his fingers again, producing another rose. This one he handed to you with a wink. You took it happily, surprised that he could remain so calm even when faced with your father’s wrath. There was something about the mischievous gleam in those dark eyes that captivated you.

Another carnival worker had approached and given your father a towel, but his already sour mood had worsened. “Come on,” he said to you, “let’s go.”

You glanced back at the man who’d given you the rose. He smiled at you as he pulled a red glittery mask from his pocket and placed it over his eyes. You turned to your father and said, “Is it alright if I stay for a while and enjoy the carnival?”

Your father’s harsh expression softened as he looked at you. “You’re an adult now. Why don’t you stay and keep an eye on things for me?”

It seemed obvious that he just wanted you to feel important, but you appreciated the sentiment. He pressed a wad of money into your hand. “Have a good time. I’ll send someone to get you later tonight.”

You kissed your father’s cheek and waved goodbye as he left, then turned around to look over your many options. The front gate had opened and townspeople had begun filing in, then scattering in all directions to enjoy the various attractions. Children ran toward the ferris wheel, an older couple was buying a sweet fried treat covered in sugar, and a teenage boy was throwing darts, trying to win a large stuffed animal for the girl beside him.

The carnival was amazing, but a bit daunting. Though you were an adult now, you’d grown up sheltered and, if you were honest, a bit pampered. You’d never been given the freedom to roam around a place like this. You suspected your father allowed it because you were still on his property, and the carnival workers knew who you were, so were unlikely to bother you.

To start with, you bought a few tickets and rode a couple of the rides, enjoying the thrill and the night air rushing through your hair. You ate a hotdog, then played a game in which you tossed rings and tried to land them on the necks of glass bottles. You were spectacularly bad at it, but you had fun nonetheless.

As you passed by a medium-sized tent, you caught a glimpse of red sparkly clothing and stepped back to get a better look. You pulled back the flap of the tent entrance and saw the man from before standing on a small stage. He was setting up various items beside him, but looked up and noticed you hovering in the entranceway.

“You can come in,” he called, “I’m just setting up for the magic show.”

You hesitated for a moment, then walked on in. “You’re a magician?”

He grinned and snapped his fingers. An entire bouquet of flowers appeared in his hand. “The great Sako Atsuhiro, at your service!”

You smiled and approached the stage. You reached up to take the bouquet he was holding out toward you, but at the last second it vanished into thin air and you grabbed hold of his empty hand instead. He pulled you up onto the stage, and you stumbled as your feet adjusted to the rough wooden boards. Atsuhiro caught you in his arms before you could fall, and suddenly your bodies were pressed against each other, his warmth seeping into you.

You looked up at his face, and he gave you a heated look. You blushed and looked away. This was the closest you’d been to a man you weren’t related to, and it was a little embarrassing.

He made sure you were steady on your feet before releasing you and going back to work on setting up the stage. “Would you like to be my assistant?” he asked over his shoulder as he assembled a large wooden box that looked like an upright coffin.

“Assistant?”

“For every performance, I use an assistant from the audience. Someone I can make disappear or saw in half.”

You frowned. “That doesn’t sound very pleasant.”

He laughed and turned to face you. “It’s all magic, my dear. You’d also be there to confirm I’m not using wires or strings or other such trickery.”

“But… isn’t it all trickery?”

He moved closer to you and smiled. “Of course it is. But the audience doesn’t need to know that. So will you do it? My shows always do best when I have a beautiful young lady assisting me.”

You blushed again. He thought you were beautiful? In that moment, you decided to take him up on the offer. It sounded like fun, actually. “Alright, I’ll do it.”

He grinned. “Great! Sit in the front row. When the show starts, I’ll ask for volunteers from the audience. Raise your hand and I’ll pick you.”

You nodded, and he gently took your hand to help you down the small set of steps leading off the stage. You left the tent, then waited nearby for the carnival barker to begin yelling for people to come watch the magic show. You bought a ticket, then went inside along with several other people. You took a seat in the front, and tried to calm your frantically beating heart. You’d never been part of a show before, so you were quite nervous.

After all the seats in the audience were full, the lights in the tent were extinguished until only a few remained on the stage, where a deep purple curtain had been lowered. After a few minutes of tension, the curtain raised, revealing Atsuhiro in his mask. He strode across the stage, introducing himself and making grand promises of amazing and mystical feats to come.

Finally, he stepped toward the front edge of the stage and said, “I need a lovely assistant to aid me this evening. Do I have any volunteers from the audience?”

You raised your hand instantly, then worried that you would appear too eager. You looked behind you to find that almost every adult woman in the audience had their hand raised as well. They were all looking up at Atsuhiro with shining eyes and blushing faces, looking desperate to be chosen. You didn’t blame them. Atsuhiro was very handsome and incredibly charming.

He looked out over the crowd as if trying to decide who to choose. For a moment, you felt a stab of fear. What if he didn’t choose you? What if he was playing a mean trick on you? Just as you were about to lower your hand, he looked straight at you and said, “You there, in the blue dress, front row! Step up here, please!”

You exhaled a breath of relief and stood up, smoothing your dress as you approached the steps leading up to the stage. Atsuhiro met you there and extended his hand. You took it, and he helped you up, your dainty sandals making a clicking sound on the wooden steps.

He led you to the center of the stage and, still holding your hand in his, turned to the audience. “Let’s have a round of applause for my beautiful assistant for this evening!”

The audience clapped, though you noticed that several women were glaring at you as if you’d been caught kissing their boyfriends. You smiled to the crowd, feeling a little bit special.

For the next hour, you stood on the stage with Atsuhiro and did exactly as he told you. Once you had to inspect a black silk top hat to ensure that it was empty. Once you waved your arms over a chair to show the audience that no strings were attached to it. Once he told you to put your hands in his various pockets to make sure he had nothing in them, and your cheeks burned as your hands slipped in and out of his clothes, necessitating that you stood right up against him. You realized that he smelled good, like sandalwood and citrus.

Finally, Atsuhiro led you over to the large wooden box in the center of the stage. “For my final act, I shall make this lovely lady disappear!”

He opened the box, the front panel swinging forward to reveal the empty wooden case. He gestured for you to step inside, so you did. He stepped up to you and reached inside to pat the walls, though his hand grazed over your breasts as he did so. “This is sturdy oak! My dear, give us a jump to show how strong the wood is.”

You felt a little silly, but you jumped up and down a few times, your heels making a racket on the wood. When he was close enough, you whispered, “What do I do?”

Atsuhiro didn’t look at you as he whispered back, “You’ll see.”

He closed the box, casting you into total darkness. You could hear him walking around the box, occasionally tapping the sides of it with a cane. After one particular tap on the back, you heard a faint click, and a dim light appeared beneath your feet. You realized that part of the bottom of the box had cracked open. You had barely enough room to reach down and pull up a wooden panel that matched the rest of the box.

Beneath the open panel, the tiny light illuminated what appeared to be another box, this one padded. It had to be under the stage itself. You realized then what you were supposed to do. The box under you was horizontal instead of upright, and the opening the panel revealed was small. Would you even fit? You had to try, and judging by what you were hearing from Atsuhiro, you didn’t have much time!

You stepped one foot down into the lower box, carefully and quietly. Luckily the padding prevented your heels from making noise. As you placed your other foot inside and squirmed into position in the second box, you dress was shoved up to your waist, and you had no room to fix it. You curled up in the box as best you could and then closed the panel behind you.

You could hear Atsuhiro open the wooden box on stage. You could also hear cheers from the audience. The trick must have been a success! But soon after, once the excitement wore off, you began to feel claustrophobic while crammed into the tiny space beneath the stage. Should you open the panel and try to climb back out? You doubted you had room to. And what if some lingering audience members saw you emerge? Difficult as it was, you decided to wait and trust Atsuhiro to get you out when he was ready.

Several more minutes passed, and then you felt the entire box you were in being pulled across the ground. There was a rope attached to one end, and Atsuhiro used it to pull you out from under the stage, at the back. That’s when you realized the box you were in was made of glass, with the sides and top completely clear. Atsuhiro stood over the box, looking down at you, his mask gone.

You remembered then that you must look horribly indecent, your dress up around your waist, your thighs and panties on display. You twisted in the box in an attempt to cover yourself, and Atsuhiro grinned. “Oh? Is Sleeping Beauty stirring?”

You reddened when you heard his voice. Didn’t the prince wake Sleeping Beauty up with a kiss? The thought sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach. Did you want him to kiss you?

Instead of opening the small panel you’d crawled down through, he released a latch on the side and lifted the whole top up, just like a coffin. He reached his hand toward you. “I’m sorry you had to wait a little while. I had to wait for the crowd to clear out. Are you alright?”

You took his hand and he gently pulled you to your feet. “I’m alright,” you told him, stepping out of the box with his assistance. As your feet hit the ground, he pulled you closer to him, until your bodies touched. You looked up at him, his face inches from yours. You did want him to kiss you. More than anything.

“You did a wonderful job,” he told you. “Would you like to be my assistant for every show tonight?”

The thrill those words sent coursing through you could never be described. You nodded excitedly. “Yes, I’d love to!”

And so the night continued. You assisted him during several more shows, each following the same pattern. You were no longer nervous about being in the glass box, and you felt like you were getting more skilled at slipping into it quickly and quietly.

Between shows, the two of you took breaks backstage and chatted. You loved Atsuhiro’s friendly, easy-going nature and the way he touched you gently yet casually. Everyone had always been afraid to touch you, knowing who your father was. But Atsuhiro didn’t seem to fear the man at all.

After the last show of the night, Atsuhiro helped you out of the glass box for the final time. You didn’t want it to end, but what could you do to stop it?

As he held your arm until you steadied yourself, he pulled off his mask with his free hand and said, “Would you like to do this again tomorrow night?”

Your heart nearly burst. “I can?”

He smiled and leaned in close to you. “I would be honored, my dear, to have such a beautiful assistant again.”

His face was close to yours, and you thought he might actually kiss you then. You looked up at him, your cheeks flushed, and said, “Do you really think I’m beautiful?”

He leaned even closer, his lips almost brushing yours, and then he pulled away, ushering you over to the full length mirror he’d been using to check his costume and mask between shows. He turned you to face the mirror, him standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders.

“Look at yourself. You’re a rare beauty, but you’re like a rose that’s had a glass case placed over it to preserve it. You should be free to express yourself, and to let others appreciate that beauty, if you desire.”

You were blushing more than ever, your breaths coming more quickly as his hands slowly slid down your arms, pulling the straps of your dress with them. Your breath hitched as the fabric slipped down, under your full breasts, exposing them. You’d never shown them to any man, but somehow you weren’t afraid, even as his hands moved around to softly grope them. You sighed in pleasure, watching his hands work, occasionally meeting his gaze in the mirror.

He moved his hands lower, pushing your dress down over your hips so that it pooled at your feet. Now you did feel embarrassed as he looked at the reflection of your white lace panties. Then he looked you in the eyes as he pushed one hand down the front of those panties and massaged your most private place. You gasped as you felt one finger slip inside and stroke your clit. In the mirror, you could see the shape of his hand through the thin fabric, could watch it move as he kneaded and squeezed.

You suddenly felt weak as you felt a growing wetness under his touch. His other hand was still working at your breast, now rubbing your nipple between his thumb and finger. You realized you were moaning softly, though the sounds you were making seemed more like whimpers. You looked at Atsuhiro. His dark eyes were watching your face, and you were shocked when you followed his gaze. Was that really your face making such lewd expressions? Your cheeks were red, your lips parted, your eyes glassy and wet, your hair messy.

His fingers moved vigorously over your most sensitive spots, and your legs began to tremble. Then a wave of pleasure crashed over you, radiating throughout your whole body and making you feel like your legs would give way beneath you. You leaned back against his firm body as he withdrew his hand. You breathed heavily for a few minutes before standing up straight and then turning to face him.

He was looking at you with those dark eyes, a smile on his lips. You stood on your tiptoes to get closer, attempting to kiss him, but he stopped you. “Let’s save some fun for tomorrow night,” he said, then bent down and pulled your dress back up by its straps, helping you pull them back on. He took one of your hands in his and lifted it to his mouth, where he gave it a slow, lingering kiss.

His touch felt electric. You wanted his body pressed against yours, but you contained your desire and said goodbye to him. That night you could thing of nothing but the magician. You even touched yourself in bed, imagining his warm hand between your thighs, his dark eyes watching you through the mirror.

The next evening, you arrived early to the carnival and used your status as the property owner’s daughter to get in before they were actually open. You practically ran to Atsuhiro’s tent, but he wasn’t there. The jumbled props on the stage reassured you though. He probably just wasn’t ready to set up yet. You distracted yourself from the wait by eating some type of sandwich served on thick, flat white bread with chunks of chicken and a white sauce. Then you tried your hand at the balloon darts game, winning nothing.

After you walked around for a few more minutes, you returned to Atsuhiro’s tent. This time, he was there on stage. His mask and long coat that looked more like a cape toward the bottom were gone. His red sparkling vest covered a white button down shirt, and he’d rolled the sleeves up to work. Seeing him this way made him seem more human to you, so you silently watched for a few minutes.

At one point, as he was dragging a heavy looking crate across the stage, he must have hit his toe on the corner of it. “Ow, fuck!” he exclaimed, stepping away and shaking the hurt foot. His tone of voice seemed completely different from how he’d sounded the night before, and you found yourself giggling. He looked up sharply, then his eyes fell on you standing just inside the tent.

The smooth smile was back on his face in an instant. “Oh, there you are, my lovely assistant,” he said, the more formal, charming tone back.

You laughed. “You don’t have to use your stage voice with me. I think I like the regular you even more.”

He looked a little embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his head, messing up his thick hair a bit. “You heard that? Sorry.”

You approached the stage and climbed the small set of steps to stand near him, feeling almost at home there now. “It’s alright. It made you feel more real.”

He looked at you with a strange expression, then quickly looked away. “Do you want to help me set things up?”

“Of course,” you replied, and jumped right into setting up the stage. You remembered where most of the props went, but there were a few new items tonight, so you had to ask him where they went. Atsuhiro busied himself with setting up the larger items, including the wooden box that you “disappeared” in.

At one point you glanced over to find him staring at you from across the stage. When you gave him a questioning look, he seemed to redden slightly as he said, in his normal voice, “You look really nice tonight.”

You positively beamed when he said it. You’d worn your prettiest dress, your nicest shoes, fixed your hair and makeup perfectly, all in the hopes that he would compliment you. You smiled brightly at him and said, “Thank you, Atsuhiro!”

He smiled back, and for the first time, it didn’t seem like a stage smile.

When the first show began, Atsuhiro didn’t bother to ask for volunteers, but instead simply introduced you as his assistant “for the evening”. The show went well, with a few new tricks that still followed a similar formula to the previous night. It still ended with the disappearing act, so once again you found yourself in the glass box under the stage. When Atsuhiro pulled you out a few minutes later and helped you step out of the box, you were so excited and happy that you threw yourself into his arms.

He caught you, took one look at your breathless, eager face, and suddenly pressed his lips to yours, kissing you passionately. His hands flew to your hair, pulling you even closer, his tongue pushing into your mouth. Your dress fell to the floor at your feet, you didn’t even notice when he slid it down, and he led you back over to the glass box while still kissing you.

He picked you up off your feet and set you back down in the box, then gently pushed you onto your back against the padded bottom of the interior. He climbed in on top of you and pulled your panties off you so fast that they ripped. You didn’t care. All you wanted was to feel him all over you.

You tugged at his clothes, and he threw off his mask and coat, then unbuttoned his vest and shirt, revealing his surprisingly toned chest. He opened his pants as he continued kissing you, and you ran your hands under his unbuttoned shirt.

There was a strange sense of desperation in the air around the two of you as he pulled his cock out of his pants and immediately shoved it inside you. Gone were his careful, gentle touches, replaced by hot, primal grabs and thrusts. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his shoulder to hide the tears forming in your eyes. You’d never felt so overwhelmed, physically and emotionally. You clung to him as if he were an anchor in a churning sea of pleasure and pain.

His cock thrusting into you was rougher than you expected, his hands gripping your hair tightly, but it felt raw and real, like you were alive for the first time. He pulled back a bit to look at your face, then kissed you again on the lips, then the neck, running his tongue along your throat. One of his hands left your hair to squeeze your breast, and you moaned loudly, calling his name as his cock rubbed against a very pleasurable spot.

When you climaxed, you wrapped your legs around Atsuhiro’s waist, pulling him deeper into you. He followed soon after, cumming inside you as you held onto him. It took a few minutes of panting and shaking for you to let him disentangle himself and stand up. He sat on the edge of the glass box and watched you wipe your eyes with both hands. Had you really been crying?

After a little while longer, he stood and began buttoning his clothes, checking himself in the mirror as he replaced the coat and mask. “The next show starts in ten minutes. Are you okay, or do you need a few more minutes? I can delay for-“

“I can do it,” you said quickly, sitting up in the box. You climbed out before he could step over to help you, and retrieved your dress. He helped you pull it over your head, then both of you looked around for your panties, which he’d tossed behind his shoulder. He found them a few feet away and held them up. “Sorry, I don’t think these are wearable now.” Indeed they were ripped to the point that they wouldn’t stay on.

“It’s okay,” you said, blushing despite everything that had happened, “my dress is long. No one should see anything.”

He grinned and kissed you lightly on the lips. “But how can I focus on my act when I know there’s nothing else under that dress?”

You smiled sheepishly, and he winked at you before going over to push the glass box back into position under the stage.

The next show was very uncomfortable, as you didn’t have time to clean up and you could practically feel his cum trickling down your legs. But during the next break, he gave you a handkerchief to wipe away the worst of it.

During the fourth break, he sat on a stool and pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you. He looked you in the eyes and asked, “What would your father think if he knew you’d been fucked by a carnie?”

The question made you feel uneasy. “Let’s not talk about father,” you told him, leaning in to kiss him.

He kissed you back and dropped the subject, instead making light conversation about the next show.

After the final show was over, you lingered backstage, watching Atsuhiro remove his mask and cape and roll his sleeves up again. Would he invite you to come back tomorrow? You hoped he would, but you wasn’t sure how to broach the topic.

He turned to face you and said, “Want me to walk you to the gate?”

On one hand, you loved the idea of walking across the carnival grounds with him, but on the other, you hated the idea of this all being over. You could come back and watch his shows tomorrow night, even if you weren’t his assistant. But would you be able to bear watching it without being on stage with him? Or even worse, watching another woman be selected from the audience to be his assistant?

You pushed the thoughts from your mind and took the arm he offered, walking with him out the back exit of the tent.

The carnival was winding down, only a few guests were left, most of them heading for the gate. The rides had been shut down and the various games were closed up. As you walked between tents, you caught a glimpse of smoke billowing up into the night sky from some sort of large metal container.

“What’s that?”

Atsuhiro looked over at the smoke and said, “We like to burn off trash at the end of each day. Keeps the place more neat.”

You said nothing more, but as the two of you headed toward the gate, you thought you faintly heard someone screaming.

As you approached the exit, you couldn’t remain quiet any longer. You stopped walking and turned to Atsuhiro. “What about tomorrow night? Will you need an assistant again?”

He stared at your face for several seconds, and it seemed like he was conflicted about something. Finally he smiled and said, “If you want to be my assistant again, I’d be happy to have you.”

You beamed at him, absolutely glowing with joy. “I’ll be here!”

Atsuhiro gave your lips a slow, gentle kiss, and you left out the gate.

On the third and final night of the carnival, you arrived early again, and this time you found Atsuhiro setting up the stage in his white shirt with the rolled up sleeves, the red vest draped over a prop.

You walked onto the stage and began helping, and he looked at you with a complicated expression. Was something wrong? Or did he perhaps feel a certain way about this being your last night together? You’d tried not to think about that, and had already planned to ask when the carnival was coming back to town. The thought even crossed your mind to ask him if he’d be willing to stay here, maybe even work at your father’s factory.

Regardless, you wanted to enjoy this time with him to the fullest. You approached him somewhat shyly and took his hand. “Come with me over here,” you told him, leading him over to the wooden box, which was at the back of the stage near the curtain, having not been dragged into place yet.

He seemed surprised, but went along with you, even as you lightly pushed him against the box and pulled the curtain around the two of you. Then you dropped to your knees in front of him and unbuttoned his pants. His eyes widened slightly as he watched you pull his cock from his pants and stroke it until it was fully hard. You’d never seen it up close before, as it had quickly disappeared inside you the night before. You gave it a tentative lick, gliding your tongue over the tip, and it seemed like his whole body stiffened.

You smiled up at him, and his eyes met yours. This time his face was flushed, his breathing getting faster as you licked him again, this time from base to tip. You didn’t know any techniques, you were just following your instincts. But he seemed to be enjoying it. Especially when you wrapped your lips around him and slid forward, using your saliva to make his cock slippery. You felt one of his hands in your hair, and you loved the feeling of his fingers threading through the strands.

After several minutes of moving your lips back and forth along his length, occasionally pulling back to lick the tip, you felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and suddenly hot sticky cum coated your tongue and throat.

You pulled back, and some of it dripped down your lips. You wiped them with a handkerchief you’d brought in your pocket, then stood up. Atsuhiro was still breathing hard, one of his hands gripping the edge of the wooden box behind him. He still seemed surprised when he asked, “What was that for?”

“I just wanted to make you feel good.”

He smiled. “Well it worked.”

Then a voice you recognized as the carnival barker at the entrance of the tent yelled, “Fifteen minutes until the first show!”

Atsuhiro quickly buttoned his pants and the two of you scrambled to get the stage set up in time.

The first show went off without a hitch. The audience was a bit bigger than usual but you suspected many carnival-goers had decided to save the magic show for the last night.

As the second show began, you spotted a familiar face in the front row. Your father sat just a few feet from the stage, his arms crossed. You walked over and stood in front of him. “What are you doing here, father?”

His stern face relaxed into a smile when he looked at you. “I heard you were helping with the magic show. I thought I’d come watch.”

You wasn’t sure how you felt about that, but you kissed his cheek and returned to the stage as Atsuhiro watched. It didn’t occur to you until minutes later that you probably still had some of Atsuhiro’s cum on your lips.

The show went smoothly at first, getting through the first three tricks without issue. But as the fourth trick was being set up, you heard your father’s voice yell, “He didn’t pay for that!”

Both you and Atsuhiro froze on the stage and looked down at the first row, where your father was arguing with a young lady selling cups of popcorn from a box. There was a small, dirty child clutching a cup of popcorn, tears in his eyes.

Atsuhiro stepped over to the edge of the stage and jumped down, then approached your father. “What seems to be the problem, sir?”

Your father glared at him. “This child didn’t pay for his popcorn! How much do you freaks just give away like this? A cut to your profits is a cut to my profits!”

Atsuhiro looked back at you for a moment, then turned and squatted down in front of the child. He reached behind the child’s ear and pulled out a coin. “Here you go, now you can pay for your popcorn!”

The audience clapped as the child dropped the coin into the nearby lady’s money pouch. Your father grumbled but said nothing more.

After the show was over, your father got up to leave, so you walked with him to the tent’s exit.

“I’ll send someone to pick you up later,” he told you.

“Oh, I’ll be a little later tonight. I want to oversee them doing some of the packing. They plan to leave before morning.”

You really just wanted to spend more time with Atsuhiro, but your father nodded. “Don’t stay more than a couple hours later. We can inspect the grounds tomorrow after they’re gone.”

“Of course, father. See you at home.”

You returned to the stage and finished out the last few shows, each one feeling like sand rushing through an hourglass, counting the moments until Atsuhiro would be gone.

Finally, after the last show, you sat on top of the glass box and sighed. “That was fun! I’m going to miss it.”

Atsuhiro had his back to you as he stood in front if the mirror and removed his mask and coat.

“When will you be back?”

He glanced at you through the mirror. “Probably next year around this time,” he replied.

You felt a stab of panic. “Next year? That long?”

Atsuhiro nodded.

“In that case, is there any way you could just… stay here?”

He turned around and looked at you, wearing an expression you couldn’t quite identify. Then his face broke into a smile and he said, “Would you like to help me with one last show?”

You blinked, confused. “I thought we just did the last show.”

“For the townspeople, yes. But I usually put on a small magic show just for the carnival workers on the last night. Just a little treat to reward them for all their hard work.”

“And you want me to help?”

“If you’re willing,” he said.

You stood up, suddenly energized. “I’d love to!”

“Then can you meet me back here in half an hour? I need to take care of a few things.”

“Sure. I’ll go get something to drink. I think a few of the food carts are still open.”

He gave you a quick kiss as you left the tent out the back way. You killed time by getting a lemonade and watching the guests leave as the lights on the various rides shut off, one by one.

After enough time had passed, you returned to the tent, where the carnival barker ushered you around to the back. “He’s waiting for you back here,” he said.

You nodded and went into the tent via the back entrance. The inside of the tent was dark, a bit darker than normal. You didn’t see Atsuhiro, so you called his name.

His voice called back, “I’m on stage. Can you help me finish setting up?”

You climbed up to the back side of the stage and walked through a wall of thick purple curtains. There you found the front stage. As expected, the front curtain was still down. It only raised at the beginning of shows. What was unexpected was the glass box sitting in the center of the stage, where the wooden one normally sat. Why was it here instead of under the stage?

You walked over to it and placed one hand on it. You were going to miss this box. You’d had such fun in it, even made love for the first time in it. You smiled as you ran your hand along the smooth surface.

That’s when you felt Atsuhiro’s hands on you from behind, caressing you, sliding the bottom of your dress up to your waist.

You looked at him over your shoulder. “Atsuhiro? What are-“

“Shhh,” he said, “People are already taking their seats. If we’re quiet, no one will know.”

You relaxed and allowed him to pull down you panties, then you heard the rustle of his pants opening. “Is this really the best time?”

He leaned forward until his mouth was against your ear. “I want to make you feel good one last time.”

Last? Then you remembered he was leaving tonight and might never come back. The words were painful to hear, but his hand reaching around between your thighs eased that pain. His fingers rubbed your clit in slow, firm motions until you were sticky with arousal, then he pressed you forward until you were bent over the glass box, and slid his cock inside you from behind.

You gasped and almost moaned, but held back. You didn’t want the audience to hear. Atsuhiro thrust into you, somehow hitting deeper than before from this angle. One of his hands was running though your hair, the other still curled around you, working at your clit. It felt incredible.

Your breaths were coming in small gasps as you were pounded against the glass box, your hands grasping it for dear life. You turned your head to try to look back at him. “Atsuhiro… I… I lo-“

He leaned around and kissed you, cutting off your declaration. He kept his mouth on yours, keeping your moans muffled, until he came inside you. You closed your eyes as you rested your head on the glass box, feeling your own climax coming. You let out one moan, a little louder than you intended, as the pleasure washed over you.

Atsuhiro pulled out just as the curtain raised, revealing a tent full of people staring at you, collapsed against the box, your dress pulled up to your waist and your panties around your knees, still panting and trembling from your orgasm, cum dripping down your thighs.

You stood up quickly, jerking your panties up and your dress down. Had there been a mistake? Had someone raised the curtain too early? You looked back at Atsuhiro, expecting to find him looking embarrassed or surprised, but you found him wearing his mask and looking at you with cold eyes.

“What’s going on?” you demanded.

Atsuhiro gestured toward the crowd, and when he spoke, his stage voice was back. “Don’t you recognize tonight’s audience, my dear?”

You looked back out across the faces gathered in the tent. Immediately you realized these were not carnival workers, but locals. Looking closely, you recognized several of them. There was your family’s former maid, whom your father fired because she asked for a day off to visit her dying mother. There was the elderly couple who had to close down their little store because your father opened a much bigger one right across the street from them. There was your gardener, who after being a loyal employee for twenty years, begged your father to pay him just three days early so that he could afford treatment for his sick child. Your father refused, and the child ended up dying.

What were these people doing here now? You looked back, and with a small voice that didn’t sound like your own, said, “Atsuhiro?”

He strode over to the glass box and tossed the lid back on its hinges. You watched him, so stunned you couldn’t move. Then he gathered you into his arms, picking you up like a bride, and threw you into the box. Your brain still wasn’t processing what was happening. You looked up at him as he stood over the box.

“Atsu-“

He slammed the lid shut, and secured a latch on the side. At that point your brain finally cleared enough for you to realize something terrible was happening. You clawed and hit against the glass, screaming, “Let me out! Why are you doing this?!”

Atsuhiro turned and retrieved something from a box. When he faced you again, you could see that he was holding a huge, dangerous looking metal saw. That’s also when you noticed the two slits in the glass, on either side of you, right at your abdomen, going from the lid down to the bottom. The full horror of the situation finally clicked into place.

But he couldn’t do this, could he? It had to be some sort of sick joke, some attempt to frighten you. As he approached the glass box, you looked him in the eyes. “Please, Atsuhiro, tell me this is a joke. There’s no way you would hurt me, right? Why would you?”

When he replied, he did so in a loud voice. “Looking out over this sea of people your father hurt, you really can’t think of a single reason why this is happening to you?”

You shook your head. “No! I don’t even know them that well! It was my father who hurt them, not me! I didn’t even notice them!”

Atsuhiro leaned down so that his face was close to the glass and said, “That, my dear, is exactly the problem. You were the only person who had any sort of influence over your father. You were the only person he would have listened to. But these people were beneath your notice. Did you ever say a single word in their defense? No, because you didn’t care what happened to them.”

Your eyes scanned the crowd again, your face stricken with horror. It was true. All of it was. But you didn’t deserve to die for that! You opened your mouth to say so, but Atsuhiro spoke again. “You’re also the only thing your father cares about, besides money of course. Utterly destroying you is the worst thing anyone could do to him.”

So this was about hurting your father? How long had this been planned? Had this all been a trick from the start? Tears streamed down your face as the cruelty of it all sank in.

Then, Atsuhiro held up the saw for the audience to see. “And now for the grand finale, I will saw this lovely lady in half!”

He positioned the saw at the slit in the glass, then shoved it in. You yelped, trying to squirm away, but the saw hadn’t reached you yet, and the box was too small for you to move around in. Then he lowered his hand, and the saw along with it, until you could feel the cold metal teeth resting against your body.

You banged on the glass and yelled, “Please don’t do this! Please don’t hurt me! Atsuhiro!”

Then, in one strong, vicious motion, he ripped the saw back out the slit, dragging it across your body. That first motion cut your dress, and the top layer of skin, apart. You screamed and thrashed wildly, blood splattering the inside of the box and dripping from the saw on the outside. Before you could fully comprehend the pain, he shoved the saw back in, and began a rhythm of sawing back and forth, in and out, each time digging the metal teeth deeper into your fresh wounds.

You screamed like an animal, most of it incomprehensible, but occasionally forming words like, “It hurts!” and, “Please stop!”

The pain was unimaginable, agony upon agony, blood spraying the glass and even splashing on Atsuhiro’s clothes and face when he dragged the saw out each time. At some point his mask fell off while he was sawing, and you saw his eyes. As you slipped into merciful death, blood pouring out of your mouth, your last conscious thought was, “Why do you look so pained when you’re the one killing me?”

****

It was an hour after that final show, after your death, when Atsuhiro was sitting on an overturned crate outside his tent, looking up at the stars. The fire dancer Touya walked over and stood beside him.

“It’s all been arranged,” Touya said. “Her father will find the pieces of her on his doorstep in the morning, after we’re gone. Dozens of locals will give eye witness accounts of seeing her leave the carnival grounds early, alone.”

Atsuhiro didn’t look at him, but said, “Thanks.”

Touya watched him for a while, then sighed and said, “What’s with you? It’s not like this is the first time you’ve fucked a target. That pussy must have been incredible.”

Atsuhiro leaned back against a pole holding up the tent. “It wasn’t that. I mean don’t get me wrong, it was incredible, but that’s not the issue.”

“Then what is?”

Atsuhiro finally met the fire dancer’s gaze. “I almost let her go. I almost backed out. That second night, she told me she liked the ‘regular me’ better than my stage persona. And when she smiled at me, she looked like the sun. But then that pompous asshole of a father had to show up and remind me why I was doing this. And I watched her, to see what she would do. She stood by while her father raged at a poor starving child for getting free popcorn, and said nothing. That’s when I knew the townspeople were right about her.”

Touya shrugged. “So your idea of justice was served. Too late to regret it now.”

“Yeah, too late,” Atsuhiro replied, looking down at the blood that still stained his hands.

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bennyb0i0 · 5 months ago

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Center stage

“X Reader smut again..“ I say, hunched over butt booty naked smoking a cigarette

Compress always had a way of making you feel pretty. whether it be the way his eyes traced your figure everywhere you went with him, the feather-light kisses you received, or his praise in general, he made you feel gorgeous. And that fact didn’t change in bed.

His fingers graced your body from your breasts to your thighs. His touch was gentle, but it felt like his nails were cutting into your skin from anticipation alone. Your chest rose and fell as you looked up at him, his smirk making your breath hitch. His voice, usually boisterous and loud, was now quiet and reserved only for you. It was just as attention-grabbing as it usually was, but now, you were his only audience member, and you were captivated.

“You’re eying me like I’m the star of the show, love. It’s your turn to be center stage.” He said as his finger finally found their way to your wet cunt, rubbing circles on your clit with his skilled hands. Your mind went blank and you would’ve cum right there if he didn’t pull away. Before you could fully whine, you felt his free hand run through your hair, as if to soothe you.

“Hush, dearest. The greatest part of a performance is saved for the end, right?” He placed a gentle kiss on your temple, and you nodded in response. “Good..” you heard his belt unbuckle, then felt him probe your entrance.

“Let’s see just how long this show will last, hm?”

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metranart · 6 months ago

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➡️ JOIN THE LEAGUE AND BE THEIR PET 🥵💦

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doodlenoodleboi · 5 months ago

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characters I can’t find fanfiction of (or just very little of) part 2

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d1s1ntegrated · 6 months ago

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If you don’t mind, can you do one of Mr.Compress?

Thx!

AAA! this might be a bit OOC just cause i dont know compress like that LOL. these r just some of my personal HCS!!

mr. compress/atsuhiro hcs! (some nsfw- 18+ only!)

first things first, atsu is such a GENTLEMAN. holds doors, puts your shoes on for you, pours your glass before his, etc. he is a big fan of chivalry.

he loves to read mystery-thrillers

his favorite drink is ACTUALLY a hot toddy despite what most people would think.

he's very skilled with his hands. he likes to make sure his clothes are very well-fitted so he learned how to sew and tailor really young.

hes a very traditional lover despite being so villainous. even if you can't show face in public, he'll make sure that you two have very romantic dinner dates, rose petals and all, candlelit (at home) picnics, etc.

he loves turtleneck sweaters like deadass he thinks they're so comfy

dad jokes all the way

and really really shitty knock knock jokes

he's so fucking corny sometimes but in a cute way

he ain't the charismatic villain for nothing. he's a class-A FLIRTTTTT

he doesn't take the mask off often. sometimes you like that though.

he is a MISSIONARY man. but in the sluttiest way possible. kissing, licking, nibbling down your neck.

also likes to give you little scares during sex as a joke-

"i'm going to fill you up, my love. you're going to have my babies"

pulls out at the last second. fucker.

when he does take the mask off, my fucking god, he is so beautiful

this man has a 10-step skincare routine, because he knows that wearing his balaclava and mask all the time clogs his pores

he smells so fucking good too, like cashmere and amber and vanilla, but with a smoky top note that just...GOD FUCK MM he smells divine.

he knows he's attractive in a sense, but has severe facial dysmorphia due to the facial coverings. so when you call him handsome, he still blushes like crazy.

his favorite color is burgundy, not yellow like his coat.

more importantly he likes when YOU wear burgundy.

he's definitely taken his hat off and said "milady" to you before but you laughed at him too hard and he stopped doing it

says "for the bit" unironically

and other long ass words like "pulchritudinous".

loves doing little magic tricks to make you laugh

he's really such a cutie patootie

i think this made me realize some things about compress...anyways! i hope this was good i tried my best ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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xinmin-exe · 1 year ago

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Safe Wording with the League

League of Villains Reacting to You Safe Wording

Characters: Dabi, Shigaraki, Compress, Twice, Toga with female!reader

Warnings: overstimulation, biting kink, sir/master kink, role playing, dom/sub themes, sex toys, oral (female receiving), degradation, edging, begging(?) , mentions of knife and blood play, alluding to past traumas (let me know if I missed warnings)

Note: practice safe sex, and talk about safe words and boundaries if you need to

Dabi

Dabi and you typically have fairly intense sex anyways

But tonight, dabi and you were going pretty hard

Dabi had been eating you out for a while now

“What a little slut, can’t even handle my teasing”

By this point, you had cum more times than you could count, crying and overstimulated

“No more.. please” but all dabi did was smirk before assaulting your swollen cunt even more

You tried pushing his head away but his grip on your thighs only tightened

Before dabi could even come up with some snarky remark, you safe worded out

He almost didn’t hear you, almost

But he did, and stopped before sitting up and looking at your crying face

He didn’t know how to feel, you had never safe worded before and hell if he knew what to do

He got up and left to get a rag to help clean you up and got you come clothes and blankets

Once he was finished, he got you a glass of water and sat next to you on the bed

“Need anything else?” His eyes were planted on your crying face as you tried to form a sentence

You sleepily shook your head as Dabi settled into bed next to you and wrapped an arm around you

Shigaraki

Shigaraki liked to play the Master with you as a servant or maid, or even sometimes a pet

Tonight was no different, but unlike the other times Shigaraki was already having a bad day

Unfortunately for you, it meant taking his anger out on you while doing the deed

Now, neither of you have ever shied away from degradation before but something about Shigaraki’s tone made it feel real

Like he actually saw you as all the things he claimed you were and that was too much

The moment he heard you safe word, his body stopped and his mind raced

Did he do something wrong? Were you okay??

Almost immediately his hand reached down to your cheek/neck as he pulled out and pulled you into a sitting position

For once in his life he felt like the world ended

He didn’t know what to say, but he knew how to take care of you and that’s what he did

cleaning you up and making sure you were warm and in all the clothing you found the most comfortable

The night ended with the two of you wrapped up in each other

you both had a serious talk in the morning about what happened and how to prevent it later in life

Mr. Compress

Out of all of the people in the league, Compress knew where the line in the sand was, even without you two talking about boundaries

He had a couple partners in the past that had become sexual and given his theatrical personality, he always made sure to talk about safe words and the such

You were no different and he valued your input and your opinions

You had used your safe word in the past so he knew what you needed

But he is a gentleman first and foremost so he cleaned you up carefully before tending to other things

Need a bath? He’s already getting out your favorite candles

Need some time to recover and decompress? Done! He’s right there, holding you and letting you do your thing in comfortable silence

Need reassurance? This man has you covered. He’ll praise you and promise you that you did nothing wrong and that he’s proud of you for safe wording

Overall, compress is the best person to safe word with

Twice

With twice, it’s a bit difficult to get intimate with him

Yes, he finds you attractive (who wouldn’t find you attractive??) but with his spilt personality it can be hard

But you don’t mind the challenge, and even encourage both of “him” to engage in play

While this is a bit tricky to navigate the first coupes of times, you do get the hang of it.

Though, sometimes his other side does take it too far

Sometimes even going as far as making twice stop what he’s doing and blurts out something along the lines of “you can never be good enough for us”

And it’s those times when you safe word, which trigger twice into a protector mode

He immediately rushes over to you, gently cradling your head and asking what’s wrong

You two always find yourselves having a long chat that ends with soft kisses and the best cuddles

Toga

Toga doesn’t know what safe words are

Hell, she may not but just doesn’t care

But she cares with you, she cares so much for you and your safety

She even has dull, blunt knives to use with you

She always ensures that you are okay with her biting you or using a knife with you

And, you two have a wonderful, pleasureful experience

Until today, when everything was piling up and up and up until all you could feel was your worries and anxieties

Toga tried to use pleasure as a way to help you destress, which usually worked

But today it had the opposite effect and it only heightened your anxiety

When you safe worded, toga couldn’t believe what she had just heard

She felt.. betrayed almost, she was just trying to help you!

So she left, leaving you to try and clean up by yourself

But compress saw her upset and upon figuring out, told her what to do and how to help

She came back, albeit begrudgingly, and helped clean you up and get you warm

It took a couple of days for her to even talk to you after that, but once you explained what happened she went back to her bubbly, homicidal self.

#mha dabi #toga himiko #shigaraki tomura #bnha twice #bnha comfort #smut #bnha x reader #dabi x reader #twice x reader #shigaraki x reader #tomura x reader #toga x reader #mr. compress #fem!reader

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mamayan · 1 year ago

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YOU SHOULD DO MORE MR COMPRESS OMGG! (btw love ur writings🤭❤)

Oh gosh you are so right Nonnie, I nearly forgot to make anything for the gentlemen who is Mr. Compress~

Yandere Sako Atsuhiro x Darling

★ Gentleman ★

cw: NSFW • Yandere Themes • Kidnapping/Imprisonment • Delusional Yandere • afab reader!

That’s right. Mr. Compress, or Atsuhiro Sako, is a dramatic and flamboyant man when the curtain is up.

Always ready to entertain his audience, whether they like it or not.

He’s more reserved in private though. Not silent, but observant, as even he knows proper etiquette involves not interrupting the main attraction.

You. Though you only perform for him, in any case, he’s never going to disrupt your hard work. Dressing you up in the lacy attire and letting you dance was truly his downfall. You captivated him like he hoped to captivate the world.

Beautiful, artful, even in your clumsier moments and set backs, he finds you mesmerizing. Tells you too.

“Pretty darling, don’t cry, the act isn’t ruined, you’re doing so good.” He’s romantic, wiping your lovely tears even as you sniffle and shake, the silver chains on your wrists clicking like bells.

When the curtains are up, all eyes are on him, but when they fall it’s only his eyes on you.

Only he gets to be your greatest fan.

“Come now darling, you know the key to being a great performer is acting. You have to smile if you want me to believe you.” He’s not ashamed to force a smile on your lips, his dark eyes swirling with delusion and obsession. He knows you want this, have to, because he’d go truly insane without you.

Just smile for him, that’s an act all by itself, he could watch it all day after all.

He’s alright with compromise though. He’ll take a pretty moan too, watching your lips part into a cute O as he spears you on his cock. He loves your laughter but he’ll settle for now to only hear the gasps and whiny pleas as he fucks you senseless. His cock drilling your cute cunt until you become a compliant soft mess for him.

It’s an act all onto its own, one he gets to participate in.

He’s a gentleman though, he’ll never out you when you make a mistake.

Even when you try to claw out of your restraints or run from him, he’s happy to fix your act and put you in a marble to hide the little slips. He’s not cruel enough to expose it to the world, to embarrass you.

No, he’ll cover for you.

Forever.

#my dividers aren’t working~#Yan answers #Mr Compress #bnha #mha #yandere Mr Compress #atsuhiro sako #Mr Compress x reader #Mr Compress Smut #bnha smut #mha smut

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yoursweetinoccentdreams · 7 months ago

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One Happy Aphrodisiac

Warnings: Dabi x AFAB reader, Voyeurism IF U SQUINT, Soft Dom Dabi?? IF U SQUINT, Mentions of death, quirk inflicted drugging, edging (squirting in part 2 if I make one) , Aphrodisiacs, Dom Dabi. Pet names. Lmk if i missed any! Color code: Pink:Y/n Blue: Dabi/ Orange:Toga, White (or default tumblr settings) :Dr. Garaki Red: Shiggy, And purple: Kurogiri Green: Twice

It was approximately 6:32 PM, and there you were, lying on an uncomfortable block of foam that was in Dr.Garaki's office. Helpless you feel this overwhelming sensation all over your body. You glance over and see the lov, sitting down in silence thinking about what happened. Believe it or not, you weren't expecting half of the league to be here just for you, I mean you weren't considered the league's "Day after Dark" for nothing. You were the sweetest person any of them have ever known, so hell yeah they care for you. Dabi rushes over to your side worried sick, just hearing you whimper out of confusion and whatever side effects that quirk hit you with makes his heart go limp but only for a second.

"What happened?? What's going on??" You ask with a frown looking around the white colored room. "Well there's no better way to say this, but I believe you have been hit with an aphrodisiac." Dr Garaki confesses. You quirk an eyebrow, not even fully processing what he's saying, "Wait so you're telling me Y/N got hit with a sexual-related quirk?" Toga Laughs out loud Kurogiri snickering to himself. "So Dabi you know what that means, guess you'll be in for a lot of fun huh?" Toga smirks at Dabi, making him look away. "So is there any way to get rid of it?" Shigaraki asks in annoyance, "Well, not really... it will most likely take 24-48 hours to wear off." Shigaraki groans, "Damnit we have a mission, everyone needs to be there, we can't have a member of the league with a good quirk hungry for dick mid-mission!" Shigaraki storms out of the room, leaving Toga Kurogiri and Dabi staring at Dr.Garaki in desperation.

"Damn Dabi, so what are you gunna do?" Toga asks. "I don't fucking know alright, ill figure it out." Dabi looks at you, "So are we free to take her doc or do we jus-" "Y-Yeah! you can take her for sure but make sure you be gentle with her, people who tend to get hit with aprodisiac's can easily get overstimulated, or overwhelemed and they become sensitive if you will." Dr Garaki hurriedly rushes out of the room. Dabi tries picking you up bridal style but you insist on walking "Y/n I gotta say you look pretty cute like this!, with that drunken look on your face!" Toga and Kurogiri follow behind you and Dabi back to the base. You trip over your feet but Dabi catches you, holding on to your waist to keep you stable, "Careful Doll". You quickly regain control of your legs, you sigh grasping a hold of Dabi's arm as you walk beside him leaning your head on his biceps inhaling the scent of his smokey musk cologne. Dabi notices, "Smelling me ya little weirdo?" He smirks, "Mno, you jus.. smell good." You confess, pressing your thighs together to help ease the aching of your wet cunt thats crying for even 1 inch of Dabi's cock.

Twice opens the door, peeking his head out of the doorway. "Heyyy!! Dabi!! Y/N!! Togaaa!, nice to see ya! Why are yall out so late?? I smell fishy business if you ask me- "Shut the hell up Twice, where's shigaraki?"" "He's sitting at the bar thinking of the plans for tonight." Dabi sighs "great.." he mutters under his breath. After everyone is settled down in their rooms, Shigaraki calls for a meeting in the living room so he can assign roles. "Everyone sit." I stand off to the side with my head hanging low, Dabi,Twice,Toga,Kurogiri all sitting on the long framed couch that was fairly comfortable. In the middle of Shigarakis Pathetic rambling about cues and standing posts, you start squirming trying to control your heat from growing even hotter just from even looking at Dabi going full manspread on the couch right next to you.

Dabi looks at you and makes a "come over here" motion with his fingers, you walk over with a pep in your step, straddling over him and starts kissing and nuzzling your face into his jet black locks. "I need you Touya.." You whisper into his ear. You can practically feel his shit eating grin eating at your soul. Dabi chuckled rubbing circles into your lower back. Thats when you heard Shigaraki mention Dabi's name. "HEY, are you even listening to me??" Shigaraki spits out. Dabi rolling his eyes, "Just so you know shes not coming on this mission." you give a glare at Shigarakis out of pocket response. "Yes she is, she is always useful when we bring her out, wether shes under an aprodisiac or not."

Dabi stares intensley at shigaraki. "You know what, Dabi come here for a second," Dabi picks you up and sets you on the couch and pats your thigh gently. Shigaraki goes into his office and shuts the door behind Dabi. "Listen Dabi, you either fuck her now, or when we get back here, you are NOT fucking her on the mission, im not sending one of Twices clones to go look after you two because youre too busy bending her over in an ALLEYWAY, and for gods sake don't get her pregnant..." Shigaraki rasped. Dabi wasn't surprised Shigaraki was trying to butt into his sex life with the only person he feels mutual for. "Listen here Shigaraki, you may be the boss of the league but don't think youre getting the upper hand, and don't doubt my pull-out game, you don't know nothing about that....". Dabi says towering over him. Dabi exits the room, and you can tell that he's angry. You rush over to him nuzzling your face into his abdomen. "Hey, you okay?" Dabi asks you, pulling you over to a corner to make sure you're alright for himself. "Need you now, please... " You silently plead with tears prickling in your eyes, starting to lift your shirt but Dabi grabs your hands instead. "No, no baby not right now just wait a little longer f'me." "But-!"

Shhh I know I know after the mission, be a good girl and wait" Little did you two know you had some birds chirping. "Looks like its already happening~~~!" Toga jumps and spins around, "Ooohh! It Isss happening!!, wait, what's happening??" Twice asks. "Y/N's been hit with an aphrodisiac you moron." Twice quirks a brow, "Isn't that something that makes you, uhh-" Twice stops his sentence, "You mean Desperate for sex? duh?! Toga exclaims rolling her eyes. "Will you two shut up? I'm tired of hearing your mouths all you do is talk.." Dabi looks over at them visibly annoyed. "Fine, Fine, me and twice won't talk about your horny girlfriend. "Shigaraki makes sure the doors are all locked,"Alright guys, let's move out" NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!

Dabi holds your hand throughout half of the ride, you start palming and touching his cock through his jeans. "Fuck Y/N, stop.. you're gonna make me hard."

You whimper. Dabi reaches down into your jean skirt past your thong and rubs your clit in little circles, you roll your eyes back into your head Suddenly he stops, you almost cry from the sudden stop of it seemed like the best feeling in the whole world departed from you. Dabi lifts his fingers out of your pants with a string of your arousal coming with them. "Shhh fuck..don't cry, soon we'll be done with the mission then ill give you anything you want baby girl I promise." Dabi coos "Nooo ~ I need now baby, please its painful...~" Dabi sighs in defeat, "Boss, shes cryin' what do I do, what do I tell her?" Dabi leans up close to Shigaraki's passenger seat to whisper in his ear. "I don't know??, listen we are almost to our standing ground you need to hurry up and figure out something, i don't care if you fall back for 5 minutes while we get in position but if you do you better hurry up and make it fast." Dabi quirks a brow and smirks "I never thought you'd say that boss. "Awe that's not fair!!" Toga and Twice say in unison. "Well suck it up shitheads, you're going you have no choice." Shigaraki Spits. The van comes to a stop, Would you like me to open up a portal Mr.Shigaraki, or would you wish for Compress to use his marbles?. Kurogiri asks. "Let's use Compress's marbles" Compress Nods, capturing Toga twice, spinner each in 1 marble. Shigaraki stands outside of the car, Talking to Dabi, "Alright handle your business and be finished in 5 minutes, when you see the portal open on the ground jump in it. "I know how to go into Kurogiri's portals Shigaraki I'm not an idiot." Shigaraki sighs, "Whatever if you don't get in we are leaving you there." Dabi nods, as Shigaraki becomes one with the marble, Compress exits the car and starts to hop on top of buildings to get into their assigned position.

"Alright cmere baby" He grabs your waist and pulls you into his lap, kissing you sweetly, he loved this, He loved how intimate you two were in this moment, in every moment he shared with you actually, he will forever protect you with his life, despite being a villain he had a specific soft spot just for you, no one else and he wanted to make sure you felt it. You kiss his neck as you start to undress yourself But Dabi stops you. "Don't take it off baby, we still have to get to the league after this." You nod sweetly, "here.." Dabi says taking your shirt and bra, lifting them both up above your breasts, You smirk and kiss him roughly. "Fuck, baby.." Dabi groans as he starts to pull your jean skirt down along with your thong. "Look at this wet fuckin pussy" You let out a pornographic-like moan as he sticks both his middle and ring finger deep inside of you, pressing on that little spongey spot that could make you cum in minutes.

"Good girl.. take my fingers jussss like that.." he hisses watching you roll you're eyes back into your head and creating an 'o' like shape with your mouth. You then unbuckle his belt swiftly, bending down getting ready to suck his cock. "No no let me make you feel good." he says, you batt your eyelashes in response, "mm, okay." "Good girl.." every passing moment, every praise makes you grow wetter by the second. He flips you over on your back spreads your legs evenly, and dives into your replusing cunt like he's a starved animal slurping up your wetness, like it's nobody's business. "Oh fuck yes~!" you moan out, "Mhmm.. right there? yeah? does that feel good?" He hums into your pussy causing vibration, which causes a stream of "yes's" to flow out of your mouth.

"Nghh~! Don't stop... please, don't stop..!" You whine hungry for more. Suddenly he comes to an abrupt stop, "No!! I was so close..." You start to cry feeling overstimulated. Dabi looks deep into your eyes almost forgetting what Dr. Garaki said to him, but Dabi was hard, painfully hard, Dabi laughs as he lays horizontally in the back seat, he throws you on his lap. You lean into his chest nuzzling your head into his neck letting you sink down and adjust to his length Slowly entering you, nothing but you and your boobs in his face, he latches onto one nipple as he thrusts upwards into your tight heat. You take a deep gasp for air as you feel the stretch around Dabi’s extensive girth. “That’s it..shit…so fucking tight!” Dabi groans out, you sit up as you start to bounce on his cock, already there’s a ring of cum forming at the base, a stream of curses flowing with it.

You seem unable to keep up rhythm so you lean over again putting both of your hands on his shoulders for support. Dabi smirks, “Need help hm?” “Mhm..” you agree, he puts his hands on your ass lifts it up, and thrusts in an upwards motion aggressively, making his balls repeatedly slap on your clit. You roll your eyes to the back of your head and you look up to the ceiling with your mouth in that same ‘o’ shape from earlier, barely even taking a breath you mewl out. “OH MFFFFUCK! ~ OH YES~~!” Your moans and the “fwap fwap fwap” is the only thing that could be heard from the van.

“Fuck.. good fucking girl, look at that pussy… milking my fuckin cock baby…” You clench on him at the praise, he kisses you deeply following with a humming sound. “Wanna take this outside baby? Stretch our legs?” You nod quickly as Dabi opens the car door, standing outside you and the moon being the only light he bends you over right then and there with nothing to grab on to, he pushes his cock back into you and starts ramming you from behind holding onto your hips to prevent you from falling over, your tits hang low as they too, bounce back and forth from the recoil. “Look at this fat fucking ass baby, I feed you good huh? *slap* “god yes~!” You moan out Dabi abruptly takes your hair and puts it into his fist in a ponytail pulling on it, not too hard but just enough to make you whine. “yes what?…”

LMK IF YALL WANT PART 2 CUZ I EXCEEDED THE TYPING LIMIT REPOSTS APPRECIATED!

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