#atsuhiro sako x reader

[rabbidbunwy]

Hi !! Would it be okay to ask for Mr. Compress living a double life with the reader as his wife who knows he's secretly Mr. Compress? If you don't feel like doing it then that's okay!

— 【🌷 anon】

Double life ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

Contents: Mr.compress[aka:Atsuhiro Sako]!husband x fem!wife reader-love-married life-marriage-cute-fluff-lovey dovey ig?-suggestive

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

P.s:this is my first time writing for him hope you like it!

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia @satorkive @ponderingmoonlight

Atsuhiro was never the type to settle down, but when he met you, something about you made him feel like he found his other half. He tried to keep that part of his life separate from his villainous life, but you always knew the truth about him from day one. The man you saw on the streets, the man the newspapers called "Mr. Compress" was also the same man who came home to you every night and loved you with everything he had.

It was a constant battle for him to balance those two parts of his life. Compress tried his best to keep it a secret from you, but he knew deep down that you knew. And yet you accepted him for who he was. You loved him, even thought his villainous tendencies and his past. Atsuhiro was grateful for that, but also worried about how it would affect you, especially if his villain life bled into his personal life.

Occasionally, it did. There would be times when Atsuhiro would come home with wounds and injuries from his villain activities, and you would help him tend to them. You never tried to stop him from being a villain, you just worried for his well-being. But he always assured you that he would be careful and that he would come back to you, no matter what.

There were also times when Atsuhiro would have to leave suddenly in the middle of the night to go out on a villain mission. He always made sure to leave you a note explaining where he was going and when he would be back. Although those nights always left you feeling a bit lonely and worried for his safety, you trusted him and knew that he would return to you when everything was over.

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Atsuhiro would sometimes come home exhausted and in need of reassurance after a particularly rough mission. On those nights, he would often crawl into bed with you and pull you into his arms, seeking comfort and warmth. Compress would hold you tightly, his body pressing against yours as he buried his face into your shoulder, taking in your scent and reveling in the closeness. He would wrap his arms around you, caressing your back in soothing motions and whispering sweet words of endearment into your ear.

As you both lay there in each other's arms, Atsuhiro would sometimes share bits and pieces of his Villain life with you. He would tell you about his latest heist or mission, and how it went. He found solace in being able to share that part of his life with you, and he knew that he could trust you with the secrets that he held. And in return, you held him tighter, offering words of comfort and understanding, letting him know that you would always be there for him, no matter what.

"Why did you married me?" you asked one day,in one of those moments "why did you feel in love with me? a simple civilian?" Atsuhiro looked at you, his gaze softening as he replied. "Because you accepted me for who I truly am." He reached out to take your hand in his, his thumb gently caressing your knuckles. "You saw past my villain persona, and accepted my true self, flaws and all." A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "You gave me a sense of normalcy, a life outside of being a villain. You saw the man behind the mask, and fell in love with him." "Besides" He added, his voice growing a bit softer "You're far from being just a simple civilian." He pulled you closer, his arm wrapping around your waist as he gazed into your eyes. "You're strong, kind, witty, and absolutely gorgeous." He chuckled, his fingers tracing along your jaw. "I was a goner the moment I laid eyes on you." He leaned in closer, his forehead gently resting against yours. "I don't think I could ever explain exactly why I fell in love with you. It just happened." Atsuhiro's voice was almost a whisper now, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection. "You were different from anyone I had ever met, and I couldn't help but be drawn to you. It's like you were made for me, and I for you."

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It was a quiet evening, and Atsuhiro and you were sitting together on the couch, relaxing after a long day. He had his arm draped over the back of the couch, his fingers idly toying with a strand of your hair. His other hand was resting on your thigh, absentmindedly tracing small patterns against your skin. As you sat there, enjoying his touch,he leaned in closer, his lips gently brushing against your ear. "You know, you look absolutely gorgeous right now." His voice was a low, sultry whisper, and you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin. You couldn't help but blush at his words, feeling a warm flutter in your chest. Atsuhiro smirked in response, clearly pleased with your reaction. "You're so easy to fluster" he teased, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above your neck. "It's adorable." He placed a soft, lingering kiss on your neck, his lips gently trailing along the sensitive skin. You shivered at the sensation, a soft gasp escaping you. Compress chuckled lowly, his hand sliding up your thigh, his fingers tracing small circles on your skin. "You're so responsive" he murmured, his lips continuing to graze your neck.

He bit down gently on a particularly sensitive spot, and you let out a soft moan. Atsuhiro smile widened at the sound, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. He pressed a few more kisses along your neck, his hand continuing its slow, tantalizing path higher up your thigh. "You make the cutest sounds" he whispered against your skin, his voice low and sultry. "I could listen to you all night."

[doodlenoodleboi]

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

Part 1

[lore-smaus]

«Trick or treat!» Ft. League Of Villains

Summary: You wanna go trick or treating, so, which outfit would you choose?

Tags: Very much suggestive, fem reader, cursing, crack. MDNI!

A/N: Again, some of these were actual shit ive said (to my friends lol)

Twice

Dabi

Shigaraki

Mr. Compress

Spinner

[manias-wordcount]

Angel's Use (Hawks, Twice, Dabi, Mr. Compress, Spinner, Tomura Shigaraki)

Kinktober 2023 Day Thirty-One: (Dub-Con) Free Use

𝗟𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗢𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗦𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄𝗼 || 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 || 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 || 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

“Twice…? Is she okay?”

You know… 

“Angel-chan? She’s fine, she likes doing this. Little whore isn’t fully house-trained! Let’s teach a lesson!”

  Hawks used to be one of your favorite heroes. 

Hearing his voice asking if you were okay, it reminded you of that feeling. Of that little fondness you had for him. The fact that he was your age helped a lot. But it’s hard not to fall in love with someone that cute and charming. The deep pockets were a plus, and the fact that he was such a hard worker out in the field made you like him so easily. He saved lives, just like you did. And for a girl with a boring life and boring job, that was enough of a connection to get a crush going almost instantly after his debut all those years ago.

But right now? You can’t even look at him. But he looks at you. He’s been looking at you a lot.

And you can’t blame him. You really can’t.

You were declared dead a couple of months ago. That’s what Kurogiri told you. That you’re supposed to be a ghost. That you’re not supposed to exist anymore. A pretty little nurse with a powerful quirk goes missing one night. Only for an unidentifiable body to appear in the same place a couple of days later. With a case as strange as yours, heroes were bound to take notice. Bound to remember. And bound to call the authorities if you’re ever seen again. So they’ve always taken precautions when it came to you. Always made sure that you weren’t seen. Weren’t heard. Weren’t anything to anyone outside of the walls of the hideout.

So you’d like to think that that’s the reason why one of the best heroes in Japan is staring at you so intently. You’d like to think it’s because he recognizes you. Or that he’s trying to gauge what’s the best way to rescue you from this hell. You’d like to think that. But the truth is that it’s getting hard to think nowadays. It’s getting hard to use your head clearly. To parse through those muddled thoughts of yours. To move past all the tasks and distractions in front of you. And right now, you can feel his gaze on you. It’s strong and intense and so, so hard to ignore. Just like it’s hard to ignore the humiliation you can’t help but feel. 

After all, it’s not like it’s every day that your only hope of rescue gets to see you lazily suck another man’s dick like some toy.

But you can’t help the feeling. Just like you can’t help the position. You try to block it out. You try to block it all out. But the farthest you manage to get is letting the words around you dull into nothingness. You’re still very aware of where you are. Of what you’re doing. Of who they are. No matter how hard you try to block it out, you still feel the cool, smooth feeling of leather against your bare, heated as you lay on your stomach with your head in Twice’s lap. You still feel the rumble of the man’s heartbeat and breath, and he speaks to Hawks without so much of a care for your existence. You still feel the openness- the vulnerable feeling of being laid out on the couch of the common room like some toy. Lips wrapped around a dick and tongue flickering up against it as people all around you go about their lives. As if you aren’t there. As if you were meant to be there.

Above you, Twice’s chest rumbles, as if he was told a good joke. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Hawk’s golden-eyed gaze turned to you. Expression concerned, but masked fairly well. But you don’t look at it for long. Instead, you find yourself squeezing your eyes shut and bobbing your head down to take a more active role and pleasuring one of your captors. 

Twice’s deep-chested laugh turns into a moan, and one of his hands comes to rest in your hair. A grip so gentle. A touch so sweet. You could have forgotten that he was a villain. For just a moment. For just a minute. For just a second. But you didn’t.

Instead, you squeeze your eyes shut a little tighter. Maybe if you try to deep-throat him right now, no one will know just where exactly your tears are coming from. Maybe if you bury your face even lower in Twice’s lap, Hawks will stop looking at you. Maybe he’ll even forget you. Maybe you’ll forget you too. But you don’t. You can’t.

“Get Angel’s attention.”

The world hates you far too much for you to receive your peace.

“I want my turn.” The familiar sound of Dabi’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts. All of a sudden, everything that felt dull and far away felt closer. Louder. Clearer. You become hyperaware of your surroundings. Of the salty taste in your mouth. Of the TV playing the twenty-four-hour news cycle playing quietly. Of the palms that are so rough and so hot they burn coming to grab at your waist and easing you into lifting up your hips. At that, your fight or flight kicks in. You breathe labors, and before you know it, you’re pulling your mouth off of Twice’s dick to look behind you. You can hear the man’s two-sided comments. The gentle side of him’s disappointed sigh. And his other side calling you a whore. But right now? “You don’t mind if I come through the back door, don’t you, Angel?”

There’s something bigger and scarier than Twice happening behind you. 

You can’t help the fear that overtakes you in that moment. The whimper that leaks through your throat as your hands ball up into fists and your bottom lip quivers. The look Dabi is giving you behind his messy dark hair- it isn’t unfamiliar. You’ve seen that same emotion in those pretty blue eyes of his. You’ve seen it since the first day you met him. But now you’re not as stupid. You’re not as naive. And you’re much more willing to scoot back and get on your knees and relax. Well, try to relax. There’s oh but so much you can do when you’re telling yourself that you have to sit face down, ass up for a serial murderer and pyromaniac. All to live. All to live.

Out of the corner of vision again, you notice Hawks. His feathers have ruffled. Ever so slightly- an action almost too quick to catch. But you noticed it. And Dabi did too. Because a second later he’s laughing. And a second later, you’re turning your head away from him. From both of them. Your gaze falls back in front of you. At Twice’s cock, sitting angry and red and wet, and messy and forgotten as it rest on the man’s abdomen. Leaking a pearly trail of precum onto his stomach. You already miss it. He’s only a couple inches away and you already miss him. Because even if he’s like the rest of the men in this hideout who use your body so freely for their own desires, at least Twice is gentle with you. At least he’s kind to you. 

But as the sound of a zipper hits your ears, and something thick and hard and just way too big starts prodding at your anus, you know that there’s no saving you today. No going back to just laying naked on the couch and warming someone’s cock. No going back to hoping you won’t be perceived by the golden boy hero who only recently turned to the dark side. There’s only your pain. There’s only someone else’s pleasure. Taking from you. Tainting you. Torturing you. 

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart.”

Until it’s someone else’s turn.

“You’re still so tight back here, hmm?” You hear Dabi rumble from behind you. Voice low and sultry as his hands pull you closer and closer to him as your body swallows inch after inch with loud cries. The stretch- it burns. More than the heat from his scarred, scarred hands. From the fire alight in his eyes every single time he looks at you. More than anything in the world. And this stretch- this sudden fullness fills you up from behind like an invasive species taking over what was never theirs in the first place- it tugs at you from the pits of your stomach. It screams for attention. It begs for your tears. For your embarrassment to grow. And you can’t ignore this feeling. You can’t ignore this pain. They may have broken you to be their toy, but angels can’t be killed so easily. “Spinner was back here less than a week ago, and yet I can just barely fit. Perfect little whore.”

No matter how many times you wish for death. 

“Hey!” 

At the call of his name, Spinner responds from somewhere else in the bar. You hear his footsteps, heavy and hard pad over to where the couch is. But you can’t see him as he starts bickering with Dabi. You’re far too busy breathing out deeply. Whining and wriggling and whimpering oh-so-loudly as Dabi bottoms out inside of your ass. Now, all you can think about is the pan and how it heightens every sensation around you. How it turns your mind into mush and brings the heat to your cheeks as you wish for nothing more for it to be over. For you to disappear between the couch cushions. So much so that you barely even notice the hand reach out and brushing its fingers against yours. 

But you do notice. And you know it belongs to Twice. Offering the smallest amount of comfort possible to you. But it’s something you can’t appreciate. Something you can’t even savor. Because before you know it, Dabi’s moving his hands off your hips and wrapping them around your waist. In one fell swoop, you’re being flipped. Your position changes. And somehow the dick in your ass manages to bury itself even further inside of you. And oh, how you cry out. Oh, how you thrash. But Dabi’s got you locked in his lap now as he lays back against the couch. He’s got your legs spread nice and wide with your pretty, little pussy on display and his cock plugging up your other hole. He’s got his head buried in your neck, and the scent of ash and smoke surrounding him. Clinging to him. Tighter than the death grip he has locked around your waist. Tighter than the leash that all of them have on you. 

“At least I used lube,” Spinner starts to brag, voice proud and tone haughty. As if it’s some type of accomplishment. From this new position, you’re able to eye Spinner a little better. You’re able to see everyone and everything a little better. Compared to having your face pressed into the couch. But you don’t want to see any of them. You don’t want to think of any of them. You don’t. You just don’t. “Angel-chan like it when I use her ass because I’m gentle with her. Isn’t that right, Angel-chan?”

You can’t help it. You shake your head no at Spinner’s words. Wildly, with a few whimpers here and there as your body continues to struggle against the iron-like grip Dabi has on you. But he’s too busy laughing at your complete and utter rejection. Too busy laughing at you. 

“You really think a girl like her would enjoy being impaled by those monstrous things?“ A new voice enters the fray. And despite the fact that your brain is getting a little fuzzier and fuzzier as Dabi ultimately allows you to adjust to his size, you’re able to turn a half-lidded gaze to another part of the room to watch Mr. Compress approach you. With the mask on, it’s hard to tell where he’s looking. Or what he’s thinking. But for a second, you swear you manage to catch sight of a bulge from his pants. And you promise you’re that you’re not dreaming when you say that his gaze must have been watching the rise and fall of your chest so, so carefully. Taking in the slight jiggle of your boobs. The way your lips part. The way your expression clouds more and more. The way pain is starting to melt away into pleasure. “Perhaps you don’t remember her screams. I’m sure our neighbor do.”

Spinner starts getting offended at that. He shoots off a few choice words at Mr. Compress. But it’s Dabi who fires back at him. Making a big show of whatever he said by accenting with a roll of his hips. One that causes you to arch your bag and cry out- nearly fighting out of his grip. But those warm hands of his spread across your stomach. Holding you in place. Forcing you to do nothing but watch as others watch you. So that’s what you do.

First, your gaze falls back on Twice’s. He’s still in the same position you left him. Still harder than ever to read with that mask on his face. But now his head is tilted in the direction that makes his direct line of sight where you and Dabi’s bodies are joined. And his hand- the one that you guessed was previously reaching out to you? It’s now wrapped around his cock. Stroking at it lazily. Getting off to the mere sight of you. It makes your embarrassment grow even more. It makes your blood boil even hotter. At the end of the day, you can’t be stupid. At the end of the day, you have to remember that he’s just another man. That he’s just another one of your captors. Just another one who will likely be slipping his dick inside of one of your holes again in a couple of days. Maybe even a couple of hours. 

But then your mind starts to wander. And your eyes start to too. And suddenly your gaze is on one of Japan’s top heroes. And it’s like all the words and noise and things around you start to fade away. Because Hawks is looking at you too. He’s watching you carefully. Drinking you in slowly. And you start to have hope that the emotion in his eyes is anger. That it’s outrage. At the sight of these men speaking about you and your body so freely. So easily. And it starts to make you hope. That your old favorite hero will live up to your beliefs. That your old favorite hero will rise from the ashes and the darkness. And that he’ll save you.

So you ask him for that. You look into his face and you think not about how handsome he is. You look into his face and think not about how warm and comforting his voice is. You just look into his face- you look into his bright, golden eyes and you ask him. You beg him to save you. To be the one who returns you to light. Who saves you from this hell. To save you from them. But then the unthinkable happens. The unexpected. The impossible.

Your hero. Your supposed savior- he looks away. 

And for a second, you think you see it in his eyes. You think you see it. The guilt. But even more than that? The arousal. And the growing tent in his pants that’s almost impossible for you to ignore. Impossible for you to imagine. So you don’t ignore it. You internalize it. You think about it. You think about what his arousal means. You think about his refusal to move- to lift a finger, a feather in your direction. 

You think about the way he can’t even look at you right now too.

And the tears that you were previously shedding? They start to come out a little faster than before. It’s okay though. You let them. For your sake. For your pain.

But a moment later, your view of Hawks is being disrupted. And you don’t put up much of a fight. You can’t put up much of a fight. You won’t. Because the feeling of being failed by the one person who could have saved you has already started to set in. And there’s already someone else- there’s already Mr. Compress tilting your head in another direction, putting two fingers out and telling you to “Suck, sweetheart”, as Spinner grabs a fist full of your hair and holds it up in a ponytail for you. Now, Dabi’s hards are reaching down your body. No longer holding you possessively. Instead, giving out a chance to share as he takes two fingers and parts your lower lips to give the person now standing in front of you an easier chance to slide into your awaiting little pussy. Eager as can be.

All these eyes are on you. All these hands on you. Giving you attention. Giving you pleasure. Giving you pain. Every now and then your eyes will slide to someone’s face. To read their expression. To read their bodies as they enjoy yours. Yet every single time, you’re met with the same dazed expressions. The same lust-filled eyes. The same devious smiles. Taking ownership of your body. Taking your body. Everywhere you look. Everywhere you turn. And somehow, it gets easier. It gets easier to pretend that you like it. It gets easier to tolerate. It gets easier to survive. To zone it all out. To take it all in. To moan the way they like it. To cry the way they want you to. To take it like a good girl. Like the angel you are to them. 

And now, with Tomura standing in front of you, lining up his cock and pushing inside of your warm, wet pussy- reserved just for him, you swear that the feeling from before has gotten easier. In between his distracting words of praise and calls of your nickname. In between your moans and groans and gasps and whimpers and cries of pain. Of pleasure. You swear that little by little it’s gotten easier. That the stretch is more bearable. That the pain has lessened. That the tears have dried. 

“Good Angel-chan,” Tomura murmurs at you while sinking himself inside you with a lewd, lewd groan of his own. You hiccup on the fingers you’re sucking on, but your body responds accordingly. It responds as it was trained to do. “Angel-pussy is the best. And it’s all mine.”

It’s the only way you can survive after all.

But try as you might, you don’t think it’ll ever go away. You don’t think it’ll ever fade either. Because he knows as much as you know. That while you’d expect it from monsters like them…

… it’s impossible to forget that even now, Hawks is using you too.

[dira333]

Catastrophe - Mr. Compress x Soulmate Reader

For my Follower Celebration - Prompt: "If you get hurt, your soulmate feels your pain"

A/N: This wasn't easy, but I hope you're happy Anon.

Catastrophe - the denouement of a Play

He doesn’t remember much after the curtain call. Just pain, so much pain.

There’s also the icy touch of stone walls and the dry taste of disinfectant in the air. 

There’s Silence and Loneliness where his team used to be.

There’s Darkness where the world once was.

-

What is life if not one decision after the other?

Do you go left or right? Up or down? Get closer or step away? 

What is life if not the realization that you’re not just affected by your own decisions, but those of others too?

-

On a beautiful morning in March Atsuhiro Sako, better known as Mr. Compress, is told to step in front of a judge. Yuriko Uyeda’s job is it to determine if he deserves a place in the Rehabilitation program, if he’s able to reform himself from a Villain to a mere Civilian.

But it’s his own decision too.

If he steps to the left, he’ll never meet you.

If he steps to the right, you’ll get one more chance to meet.

-

On a stormy afternoon in April, you’re called to the front of the stage.

Ever since you’ve lost most of the function of your left arm, you’ve been working backstage, out of sight and out of mind. Stepping into the light, even if it’s only to take a look at the newcomer, feels like coming back to life for a moment.

“This is going to be a group decision,” Gege, the director, announces.

You hide your scowl in your scarf. Gege’s a fan of saying one thing and doing the opposite.

“Thank you.” The guy dips into a fancy bow.

His hair is brown and disheveled in a way that either took him hours or he just rolled out of bed. He’s pretty, in a way that makes you mistrust him instantly.

Then he starts talking, smooth voice rolling through the air like clouds of sweet fog.

A shiver runs down your back and you pinch your thigh, freezing when he flinches, hand moving to his own thigh.

Realization washes through you like a tidal wave.

This… This guy is your soulmate? The one responsible for the pain you’ve gone through in the last years is a criminal? A reformed one, maybe, but this is who the Universe sees you with?

Your blood rushes so loud in your ears that you can’t hear his voice any longer, just stare at his face in horrified amazement. 

He’s the reason you’re no longer able to use your arm and he has the gall to stand there and joke about something?

Around you, everyone laughs. You’re frozen solid.

“Everyone in favor may raise their hand,” Gege orders.

For only a second, time freezes.

You exist in two Universes at the same time.

The one in which you raise your hand, allowing yourself the possibility of forgiveness. For both you and him.

And the one in which you keep your hand down, deciding that no matter what the Universe wants, you won’t have anything to do with him.

It’s up or down, yes or no, forgiveness or a quiet revenge.

.

In this Universe, you raise your hand.

But you decide, quietly, without telling anyone but yourself, that he will have to work for it. Redemption isn’t something given, it is something earned.

-

“It’s a simple equation, really,” Atsuhiro’s voice rolls over you like a warm blanket that you refuse to curl up under. “Two people with one arm are as good as one person with two arms.”

“And yet, one person with two functioning eyes can be blinder than one person with no eyes.” You retort and pull a chair from the scene dock. 

Something heavy must have been leaning against it, because it tumbles out from the dark, right into you.

The pain digs into your stomach until it threatens to spill over but when you open your eyes, Atsuhiro is in front of you, shouldering the brunt of the heavy chest that had fallen over.

“When will you learn that I still feel your pain?” You hiss before you realize, use your legs to push the chest away from him and upright. 

He drops to the floor like a sack of rice that has been spilled, all dark hair and pale face, eyes pleading for mercy.

Months ago you might have ignored it, but he has grown on you.

Is it the way he talks, using way too much Theatre Lingo? Or the way his voice always sounds a little sweeter when he’s around you?

Maybe it’s the way he turns reckless around you, trying to save you from paper cuts and falling chests. 

You lower yourself to the ground, face so close you can count his lashes.

“I can’t help you up.” You say, sounding a little too lost to keep pretending you don’t care about him. “What do I do?”

“Just stay here with me.”

-

Rehabilitation isn’t a straight road.

Forgiveness isn’t always given eagerly.

Some things can’t be undone.

.

It takes Atsuhiro two and a half years to come out of his Rehabilitation program, changed both on the inside and the outside.

His eyes are a little warmer now, his skin a bit more scarred. His words come slower and there are times when he does not speak at all, instead weighing his options.

If he steps to the left, will he hurt you?

if he steps to the right, will you love him more?

.

It takes you one year, two months, thirteen days, and seven hours to forgive him.

You fall in love with him long before that.

There are days when you still feel it, the sting of resentment.

Your left arm is lost forever because of something he’s done.

But there’s also a smile on your lips because of something he’s doing now.

Maybe forgiveness isn’t a thing you give once, but a decision you make, day after day.

My Kofi if you want to tip me

[bennyb0i0]

Gentleman

Can y’all pretty please tag me In other compress fics

Atsuhiro was a gentleman. He always has been, and always will be. He always put you first, no matter the circumstance.

So when he lays you down, kisses your forehead, and positions himself between your legs, you know you’re in for a long night.

…

His hips rocked against yours, the slow drag of his cock buried deep in your warm cunt. He really was romantic in everything he did. He leaned in close, whispering softly in your ear.

“Such an amazing little performer.” He mumbled, kissing your cheek as he admired your blissed out expression.

Such a gentleman, always putting you first.

[freya-fallen]

Okay, but obsessive Compress... something about this man screams obsessive lover to me.

Imagine him, this perfect gentleman who always brings flowers on your dates. After all, he's a magician. Presenting you with lovely blooms is the least of his tricks.

He's one of the few LOV members who maintains anonymity for a long period of time. He is always masked, so when you meet him, of course you have no idea what he does (other than being a magician, which he's happy to share).

He'll keep you a secret from the other villains lest they develop an interest, too. He can't have Toga bleeding you or Dabi burning you. And he doesn't want to scare you away until he has you one hundred percent hooked.

There's marriage, though that's tricky, considering you'll want to meet his family. And then there's, well, pregnancy. That's a tie not even divorce can separate.

He's just the sort of magician who can figure out a way to circumvent birth control. And then he'll want to convince you to stay home and take it easy during the pregnancy. Slowly, surely, he will encourage your dependence on him. He will take care of everything, don't you worry.

And by the time you find out who he is, it's too late.

[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

jasmine with mr. compress, pretty please with cherry on top !! it suits him tbh 😵‍💫🎀

cw: Yandere Themes, Allusions to Stalking, Violence / Violent Death, Mutilation, Dismemberment, Reader Has a Gender-Neutral Partner, Slight Manipulation Undertones, Uncomfortable Scenarios, Unhealthy Relationships, General Dark Themes Not Suitable for Immature Audiences, Gender-Neutral Reader. Read at your own discretion! 18+ Only!

author's note: So I'm not too good with Mr. Compress' character, but this idea came to me in a fever dream and I just had to write it. I hope you like it! REQUESTS ARE OPEN—READ THE TAGS. This was a prompt from "Yandere Prompts Flower Language" and can be found here . I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is strictly fiction! Do not force yourself to read if you're uncomfortable.

PROMPT: Jasmine (Sensuality): "Oh, sweetheart, if you keep struggling like that, I might just lose control."

word count: Approximately 2k.

The sun is setting.

It’s in your eyes, but it’s fine, you don’t mind, so your gaze shifts to your side. Your partner stands with you, by you, and your fingers are interlaced, intertwined. You take a moment to squeeze their hand delicately, gently. It’s like a breeze sifting, careening into your pores, guiltless, free, and you can’t help whenever a small smile starts to draw itself across your lips. It’s nothing more than something soft, but whenever you’re reflected in your partner’s face, the feelings compound and your face is back to the skies.

Darkness starts to eat away at the edges of the fading warmth. You feel like if you took a few more steps, you could cross the wide saucer and find yourself over that swelling moon. Tonight’s special, that’s why you feel this way. A blossoming in your heart, bouquets of flowers that have broad colors, starts to fill the lining of your lungs. This is the anniversary of your first fateful meeting—this place, this hometown, the way the sidewalks seem to wind into nothingness, disappearing into the forest outskirts of this way. It’s appalling, the way that the wrong turn, the wrong twist, and suddenly the leashes of two eager hounds tie your knees together and you’re crashing into a chilly pond with grins on your faces—just like some children’s movie. Everything has never felt real, the bond you share with your partner sacred and a grounding to reality, something to tether you to meaning.

You accidentally trip over a gap in the pebbles, your partner chuckles, and then a man appears from the shadows.

He’s odd, eccentric, and you’ve never quite seen someone like him. There’s a sense of astonishment that makes your heart go awry, but there’s no rhyme or reason. You feel perhaps dread, or unreason, or maybe there’s an emotion within you that doesn’t make sense at all. The man holds an air to his countenance that you can’t quite place, can’t quite see through that glaringly porcelain white mask. Slaps of bold black lines decorate that barrier, forming shapes that don’t explain him. You can’t even see his eyes. And yet, he crosses your path.

Your partner pauses, but you want to skirt around the man and keep going. There’s something telling you to go! get away from him now! but your partner seems enamored, intrigued. The man spins a little, a full twirl with a flourish of his hands, sweeping so wide, so far, before he bows politely and offers a quiet laugh.

“Ladies and gentlemen, come round, come full, I have such marvelous things to show you!”

A magician—this man seems to be a magician. You’ve not quite lost the edge to your emotions, but your hackles start to slowly fall, start to ease themselves. Perhaps that’s why this man’s original appearance startled and unnerved you so badly. It must be the way he’s learned to present himself: magical, mystical, strong, aloof. All of these things that someone about to snap their fingers and pull a bunny out of their hat would need to seem so persuasive, so genuine. And the way his head seems to tilt in your direction, the way it seems like you feel so elusive, how he feels elusive, how it suddenly feels like you’re both trapped in a world that has no name. You wonder why it’s so magnifying, this sense of delusion, why you’re unreal, why it makes your breath hitch whenever the man reaches into the inside pocket of his trench coat.

From his secrets, he pulls out a quarter. Oh, you know this trick. The man flashes the quarter around back and forth, shoving it super close to your partner’s face. A giggle or two leaves them, and you attempt to muster a shoddy grin. There’s no need to be so hesitant about a street performer. He’s probably just trying to momentarily woo for some spare change. You watch the quarter start to roll across the man’s gloved fingers, it dances over each digit, tantalizing, and you can’t help but follow its path. Shining light dances off of the metal’s embroidery, the patterns, the visions, and you’re lost with every roll until the man flings the quarter high into the air. All of you watch it fly and fall, and the man snatches it from the sky with a fist and shakes it a couple of times. Whenever he opens his hand, the quarter is gone, vanished.

Your partner snickers, but not in a condescending way. It’s cute and quaint, yeah, you can admit that. You almost feel bad for being so judgemental, but, there’s still something lingering deep.

“Voila! It vanished! How fascinating, yes?”

A nod from your partner, but the mask doesn’t leave your eyes.

“Do you want to see another trick?”

There’s a bravado to his voice that makes spider legs dance at the base of your spine, makes you want to shudder and shiver, makes ice begin to find its frost against your follicles. Another nod. The man seems to stifle some sort of laughter.

“Don’t blink or you just might miss it, my dear!”

He’s watching you, those words were meant for you. Something’s wrong, something’s dangerous, something’s going to happen, something—

The magician claps his hands together a few times in an odd beat, one that doesn’t have a song, and then snaps his fingers twice. You’re staring, in horror, in vain, and you can’t find any excuse in you to scream and yell at this man to get your hands off of them whenever the man’s arm stretches out to your partner. It feels like the stabbing of sharp needles is a heartbeat behind your eyes, and then the man reaches behind your partner’s ear. They emit a stinging hint of breath whenever the magician’s fingers caress the shell, but it immediately evolves into more giggles whenever he withdraws his arm and reveals his hand.

Clutched within his thumb and index finger is a tiny baby blue ball. Not a single ounce of time can breathe life into you before the man’s body is angled closer to you, observing, and you feel like that mask is evaporating, that you can see shadowed eyes hollowing into yours, that you can’t even believe what’s happening before—

The magician snaps his fingers, sends the ball flying, and something large and mechanical and clunky and rusty appears out of nowhere. It creaks, it’s loud, and both of your eyes widen, why is everything so slow right now, why do you feel paralyzed, and then the device goes driving. You’re trying to focus, trying to distinguish whatever it is, but that doesn’t matter whenever it’s so close, too close, and your partner hasn’t even had time to lose that beautiful expression painted across those lovely cheeks and lips. Teeth, heavy and pointy teeth, they cut across the universe and there’s a decisive shlick! that echoes within the chambers of your mind, the alcoves of your eardrums.

Liquid splatters across your body, warm and heedy, and you can only gasp and gasp and gasp as you finally comprehend what you’re seeing—what’s happening—

A bear trap, is that a bear trap, something filled with spikes and reverberation and disbelief, it’s full of evil and metal and a chain jangles loosely with the dwindling swaying of your partner. Its teeth are etched into their face, chewing through them in abhorring manners that make your stomach twist, make you feel so queasy and far away, so dim and faint. It’s over so fast, too fast, and you can’t do anything but follow your partner’s body collapse, hard and thundering, ways that make you think that you’ve got sweat and copper weaving into your fibers, the way their fingers lifelessly slip from yours. Your mouth is gaped, warbling back into a grimace that never allows a single scream to push through its gates.

“Dearest, won’t you please give a hand of applause for my lovely helper?”

Something cynical, disgusting, and you’re sniveling before you’re growling before you’re facing this magician fully to pounce. You want to, want to show him a magic trick, want to make his heartbeat and breathing and blood vessels disappear with a bite of your jaws. But he doesn’t make a fuss, doesn’t bother, he just lets his fingers splay against his mask before he slowly begins to remove it. Golden chocolate stones meet your eyes, locks of curly ebony hair, it all takes you by surprise whenever the man offers a genuine and sincere smile.

“Ahh, no need to be such a bad sport. Don’t worry, next time you can be my helper.”

Anger, fire.

“Shut the fuck up! Who the hell do you think you are, you fucking bastard?”

He clicks his tongue, almost disappointed.

“Good Heavens, I didn’t realize you had such a tongue on you. In all my time of watching you, I don’t think I’ve ever heard something quite like that.”

It’s a broken tea set on the ground, green and chamomile coalescing on the tiles.

“What? … What?”

He laughs, deep, and he shakes his head as if he were scolding a child.

“Yes, quite some time now. But, enough of that—a magician never reveals his secrets, no?”

Your legs are jelly and snails, puppy dog tails, and you’re trying to walk backwards but you feel like you’re stumbling, so you choke, you roll on the balls of your feet, and you start running. You try, you try, but you hear a displeased sigh behind you before another snap. And that happens too fast too, something gently bounces against your calf, nothing, it felt like a droplet of snow, but the pain registers faster than reality. Anguish, yelling, screams, they spill out of your tongue and gums like vomit before you crash to the ground.

It felt like something had bitten your leg clean off, had taken the limb, and had found a way to slice you perfectly beneath the line of your knee. Your body cries in terror, you feel all of your muscles tense, you feel so crazy, gravel and rocks and graveyard dirt snatch against the heels of your hands, your palms dirty.

“The show must go on, as they say. I don’t need you running away from me, especially not after all of the thought I put into this perfect meeting!”

Your head can’t even spin around, but the ghostly traces of your leg remain. It’s gone, it’s gone, but you’re so desperate. You have to get away, you have to tell someone about this fucking freak, you have to hold your partner and sob and beg whatever God there is to fix this, to stare into God’s eyes and see whatever you did wrong to deserve this. Nails scratch against the ground, fleas and lollipops, and it’s sweet but it leaves its mark behind. You’re trying to pull your body along, no matter how futile, no matter how embarrassing this is, no matter what you must do, no matter, no matter, no matter, no

Footsteps, they draw near, and more laughter, bold and brash.

“Ohhhh, sweetheart—if you keep struggling like that, I might just lose control.”

There never was any control, but you don’t care, don’t want to care, if you die on the ground like this, cut like a pecan pie, dollops of warm vanilla ice cream smeared against your beating heart, then that’s fine. It’s unfair, the weight of the bear trap lingers like a monster in the woods, like the spirit of a hunter cruel and pathetic, apathetic, waiting, and you can hear the magician draw closer.

“I’m trying to do what’s best for you, but you’ve already forced my sleight of hand to make sure you didn’t get away. And after such a delightful show, I was hoping you’d be more charmed, but I guess not all tricks can be winners.”

You’re crawling, weaker, but crunching, and a pair of fancy shoes blinds your vision.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, dear. I have waited so impatiently for this day to come, and yet you’re so eager to get away from me. How rude. I’ll just have to hypnotize your fleeting heart to feel what I feel.”

Your eyes are blurry with tears and cream whenever you carefully lift your head to stare the magician down, to watch that dashing look on his face never leave, to watch another one of the tiny orbs wriggle across the inclines of his hands, to watch as he releases one last chuckle and sends the ball snapping into the air.

“But you know what they say: with magic, the impossible is always possible!”

And then an ocean blue, and then nothing.

[slayersins]

Mr. Compress x reader smutty headcanons

obviously loves to perform and be in the limelight but he is also a giver and will do a very good job in order to receive your praise, takes pride in being able to perform oral that makes you lose your mind but he won't hold you to the same high standards when it is your turn. if you are being enthusiastic and eager to please he is satisfied. he is maybe too focused on his own performance sometimes .

an ass guy. put the ‘ass’ into’ assistant’ babe, you ride him in a reverse cowgirl position and he is putty in your hands

loves when he can control your orgasm and you cum on his command, making a perfect finale

anything is 10x more satisfying if he can watch your bodies in the mirror during the act

big fan of barely giving you the tip and massaging the head of his cock with your tight quivering entrance, he will do this until you become dripping wet and desperate, then he will fill you up and fuck his cock into you in languid thrusts

he likes to take it slowly, if you give him the opportunity he will play with your pussy for a long time, using both of his hands. he will easily edge you for almost 2 hours if you let him...goes from edging to overstimulating, he knows when to stop he just won't. has the stamina to match that energy too.

he likes to use a toy on you too, sit on his lap when he is on the couch, relax and he will fuck you using his hand and a dildo better than you could do it to yourself - especially after he learned what your body likes he is unstoppable. he is very talkative and during the first time he won't shy away to ask you about everything while his hand is working it's magic.

loves to hold your chin up delicately between his thumb and index finger to make you look into his eyes while he pumps that toy into you

says corny shit with the most toe curling lustful voice you can imagine, that mouth needs to be stuffed

will snap if you are being an annoying enough brat, he will act like a gentleman again when you deserve it (= very fun to push his buttons)

spanks you with his red gloves on if you forget your manners

classic magician/circus themed dirty talk is his thing but you know he is very into whatever he is doing to you when he drops his theatrical performer style and says out loud immediately every raw filthy thought that occurs in his mind mid fuck

has perfectly grabbable thick hair and doesn't mind if you indulge in some light hair pulling...

he is someone who appreciates a well executed strip tease

[veeepawoon]

Mr. Compress x Reader smut (wip)

cw: he calls you dirty names, vaginal rough sex, edging, facefuck, a little spanking, tifucking, you're VERY thirsty for him, he records you, atsu is a jerk (and a dumbass)

This is the first time I'm writing a fic, please be kind and excuse me for the bad grammar 😭

"Someone is a little needy, uh?" 

Lustful eyes were fixated on her: tall and unexpectedly muscular, on his face a big grin. 

He loved seeing such a sinful display: a cute innocent girl suddenly turning into a whore, kissing his bulge from his pants, so eager to be fucked.

Impatient, you moved your hands to his belt but he immediately stopped you. 

"I told you already, you have to ask first. You don't want me to get angry, do you?" 

You sure wanted, to see him getting so mad that the only thing he could do was to pin you down the mattress and fuck you hard like the good bitch you were. Choking, slapping, spitting, you'd accept anything from him. 

"Please Mr Com-... " 

"That's not my name darling." 

"Please Atsuhiro..." 

You sounded so whiny now.

"I want, I need to choke on your cock, I've waited long enough..."

Lies. Just a day passed since the last time he shoved his dick inside your mouth, but well... 

"You're such a needy slut aren't you? You can't even wait a day without my dick inside you, pathetic." 

The man looked at you, he seemed so disgusted. You were insatiable, impossible to satisfy. But deep down he loved that, you felt him getting harder and harder, your soft cheeks still rubbing on his crotch. 

"Oh god..." 

He suddenly changed expression, he smiled at you raising his small eyebrows, gently holding your chin with his gloved hand. 

" You know I can't resist such a cute face...

...it makes me wanna ruin it." 

A crooked smile appeared on his face, he looked so intimidating, like a predator ready to jump on his prey. You felt his hands moving to the top of your head, gripping your hair firmly. With his other hand he finally started unbuckling his belt and before you could notice that, he smashed his bulge on your face, still covered by the boxers. 

"C'mon starlet, you know exactly what to do." 

With your teeth you started taking off his underwear, slowly, just how he liked it, till his cock sprung out, going directly on your face, hitting your forehead. Atsuhiro wasn't huge, let's say he was around 6/7 inch but he had a good girth, enough to make you scream in every way possible. It was perfect, you could take it all in without feeling serious pain...

...maybe just a little, he was still big at the end.

You licked it starting from the base then going to the tip, while looking directly in his eyes with a teasing look. You were such a brat. The smug gentleman you used to see during the morning, so well-behaved and contained, was now grinning and demanding his dick sucked. You loved this sudden change about him. 

"Good girl...you always know what your old man wants..." 

You chucked, he was only 32 years old but for some reason he always uses the term "old man" to describe himself, it's always funny hearing that. He let out a small chuckle too, that kinda made your heart melt. 

"Enough with the laughter, suck it." 

And immediately you did so. 

You placed both hands on his member, stroking it while sucking and licking his tip, you made sure to put all of the work right there, it's his sensitive spot after all. A pleasured groan went out of his mouth, his deep voice made you feel things under there. 

"Oh my, you're always so good at this...how about you go further, mh? 

You couldn't take it all inside your throat without gagging, it may be a little embarrassing for you but he loves that, he knows he is big and always finds some way to brag about it. While you were still sucking on his dick, Compress took it away from your mouth and proceeded to slap your face with it, tapping the tip on your lips. 

"Don't you want to have this big cock all inside you? I know damn well you want it, darling. I love when you make such noises, don't be afraid to make them." 

He sounded reassuring but what he just said before made you so fucking wet. You wanted it so bad, that perfect cock to tear your pussy apart and make you scream his name all night.

But still, you had some work to do. He pushed it inside your mouth as soon as you opened it and slowly started to go deeper. It was impossible to not make a noise, such as it was hard breathing. You almost took it all but failed to get to the base, somehow you're gonna make it work, this isn't the first time. 

"You can do it, doll. Do you mind some help?" 

"Help" in his language meant "I'm going to face-fuck you", you nodded and immediately felt his hands on both sides of your head: his cock was now literally drilling your throat with such speed that made you impossible to even breathe. You were drooling, a lot, tears started to flow, ruining the pretty make up you've done just for him. But god, it was amazing being used in this way, as a toy for his pleasure. You could notice the sweat and his messy brown hair on his forehead, Atsuhiro was panting heavily, on his face there was always that smug ass grin, his auburn eyes were starting to get darker and darker. He stopped for some seconds, so you could have some time to breathe. 

"If only you could seen yourself now, you'd be so ashamed..." 

He then took his phone from the small table near the bed where you were sitting. 

"Be a good girl and keep on sucking my dick in front of the camera, maybe I'll reward you with something good." 

You were his little starlet, always having to put some kinda show for him, Compress was a showman after all and he demanded a performance even during sex. You adjusted your hair a little, not caring about the ruined mascara and lipstick on your face, he would've probably laughed seeing you like this if the mess wasn't caused by a his own dick.

As soon as you heard the "click" you returned gagging on his cock like a real pornstar: rolling your eyes, giggling and showing your tongue, during some short pauses you took it out and tapped it on your lips, smiling broadly. You weren't the only one smiling, you could've seen his amused grin under his phone. Sadly his eyes was hidden but you knew exactly he was losing it already. With such a display in front of him it was hard to stay still and not cum in seconds. When you got up a little, you felt one of his hands squeezing your left breast, he then moved his fingers to the nipple, pinching it hard, making you whimper. Atsuhiro didn't say a word but you knew he was demanding something, and that was a titfuck, you smiled mischievously at him while continuing to play with your breasts, kneading and fondling them.

The man let out a small lewd noise when you finally placed his cock between them, squeezing it gently. It wasn't as tight and pleasurable as your pretty cunt but oh, it was hot seeing his tip popping out of your soft tits and your cute naughty face looking directly at his chocolate eyes, burning with desire. You started moving them up and down, alternating the rhythm, pressing his dick more and more every time, going faster, once in a while you played with your nips letting out small moans to make him go crazy...and you kinda succeeded in that. 

"Oooh god that feels so fucking good..." 

His voice broke. 

"I need to fuck you so bad right now, you have no idea..." 

"So... what are you waiting for?" 

You said maliciously while licking the tip, still tifucking his cock: this made him snap. He immediately threw the phone on the other side of the bed, got up and took you by the throat. 

"Bend over, you filthy slut." 

You obeyed, as the good girl you were, and lifted up your ass as much as you could. There was no need to use lube or to finger your pussy, you loved the feeling of his dick completely spreading you apart.

Compress placed himself behind you, gripping your right asscheek firmly, while giving a little but dry slap on the other one. You whimpered a little. His hard member already pressing on your entrance,moving slowly between your folds and feeling how wet you were, he loved teasing his lovely slut and seeing for how long she could keep it up without shoving his dick by herself. 

"I don't want to repeat myself another time, you have to beg." 

He slapped you harder this time, squeezing your ass and sliding his cock under your cunt so you could feel his full length, eager to slam into you with force. 

"Beg me to destroy your insides, to not be able to walk tomorrow." 

You felt his tip dangerously near. 

"Beg me to tear your pussy apart..." 

It went inside you, just a little, but that was enough to make you lose it. 

"...because you know damn well..." 

He stopped like this, leaning forward your arched back and whispering in your ear: 

"...that no one can fuck my bitch like I do." 

You couldn't handle the burning sensation you were feeling and screamed, praying that he could finally do it. 

"Atsuhiro fuck me, please! I need you so fucking bad, put it inside, I can't take it anymo-"

You moaned loudly as he fully shoved his cock inside you so unexpectedly. He took it out and put it inside again, slowly, stretching every part of your insides, he let you feel everything before starting the real deal. You sounded so naughty, so dumb, whining about how he was filling you so well, how big he was, that there might not be enough space for him to fully enter, this just made him harder and harder. 

"I'm stretching you so fucking good, ain't that true, darling? You love this. Oh yes you do. Getting your tight pussy torn apart by my cock, this is what you think about every time you see me, right?" 

He started accelerating his rhythm, making sure to go as deep as he could. 

"Fucking... 

He grabbed your hair, making you arch more. 

...Whore." 

He started pounding you hard and fast, it was amazing, it felt too good, you felt your orgasm grow more and more every time he went inside you. You were a moaning mess at this point, that's the only thing you could do while Compress was hitting you from behind, he even started spanking you, you wanted him to be as violent as possible. The man suddenly pushed your head into the pillow, moving his pelvis a little higher: in this way there's no way you're not going to cum, the angle is perfect. 

"Don't even think that we're over already... ah... I'm gonna cum right now but I won't be finished...with you... I've still got plenty-...fuck... of things up in my sleeve..." 

Like the jerk he was, he didn't finish inside you, that would've been too obvious, instead he immediately took it out and covered your back with his cum, letting out a loud grunt. It was exciting but disgusting, you needed a shower. You were also kinda pissed that he didn't make you cum already, but where's the fun in finish everything so quickly?

He leaned over your body and gently kissed your cheek while you were still trying to recover from, well, getting your pussy destroyed. 

"You did so well before, you really deserve some rest now, love." 

Atsuhiro looked so sweet right now, he was smiling and caressing you so gently, completely different from the man that was rearranging your guts just seconds ago.

That is how he usually is, loving and kind: he loves treating you like a princess even though he hasn't got a lot. Once he even stole an expensive gold ring for you, he's a skilled thief after all. Magic tricks are also one of his favorite things and he loves doing them in front of you like making flowers appear from nothing, butterflies out of his hand, taking out a cute bunny from his hat...typical magician things. He may be a jerk sometimes but he's just the sweetest, the best man you've ever been with. It's just that, when it comes to sex, he likes it rough, dirty and passionate. You were his princess but also his little toy, his dumb horny bitch. 

"Do you want anything to eat or drink? I'm going to the kitchen for a moment." 

"Mh, maybe just a glass of water." 

"Seriously? Just that? You need to eat something after all you've being through darling." 

He said smiling, he was making fun of you. 

"As if this wasn't your fault." 

"As if the princess wasn't moaning and screaming how good my dick was just five minutes ago uh?" 

You remained silent for some seconds. 

"A glass of water and a banana." 

"You're doing this on purpose right ...?" 

"No, I just need something quick to fill me up." 

"You just got yourself fil-" 

"PLEASE STOP IT ALREADY" 

He laughed. Teasing you was so much fun. Atsuhiro left the room and went to the kitchen, meanwhile you went to the bathroom to wash a little, you were still covered with his sperm and sweat. After that, you put on a plain white tank top and some black panties you found in the clean laundry. Your partner was already there on the bed, eating a plain rice cracker, still wearing his black waistcoat and orange shirt, he wasn't wearing any pants, just his boxers. You let out a loud chuckle seeing such elegance on the top and then... that on the bottom. He looked at you with the cracker still in his mouth, rolling his eyes. 

"I've already stained them so it's better if they stay off..." he sighed. 

You took the banana on the small table and started to peel it. 

"Don't worry, you always look good, Mister!" 

He took another cracker from the pack while looking directly at the wall. 

"I know. I can be dashing even while wearing just some pair of white socks" 

"Damn, you're so full of yourself." 

"Well, ain't that true? Am I not handsome?" 

He said, showing a dumb smile and raising his eyebrows.

"I should wear my mask more often?" 

He moved closer to you, expecting an answer, still smiling like a petty child. 

"You're so goofy sometimes." 

"Bleh" he sticked his tongue out.

You kissed him on his pointy nose, he looked so adorable right now. These were those little moments that made you remember why you were so in love with him: Atsuhiro was funny, clever and charming, he was almost perfect if it wasn't for the fact that he may be a real asshole sometimes, being always so sarcastic and arrogant.

You finished your small meal and took the glass of water near the bed, but while you were about to take a sip, he "accidentally" pushed you a little while he was leaving the pack on the table, making you pour all the water on yourself.

You glared at him without saying anything and he was just there, smiling like an idiot. 

"Don't worry it's just some water, you needed to freshen up a little, right?"

You kept drinking the water that was left in the glass without responding. 

"C'mon dear, don't get angry with your lovely magician..." 

He put an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, while his other hand was touching your left shoulder. But he was obviously looking at something else right now. Your tank was white and the water made it almost transparent: your nipples were hard from the cold water and pretty much visible. You felt his heavy breath near your neck and his hands slowly moving to your chest, he was smiling like a fool just some seconds before but now he had a malicious grin on his face, eager to make you crazy by his touch.

You felt a shiver down your spine as soon as he bited your earlobe while gently brushing your nips, he wasn't even touching them yet but you were already terribly turned on, his hands were like magic. You let your head to rest on his shoulder and suddenly whimpered when he started kneading your breasts and kissing down your neck. 

"Ahhh... You get turned on by nothing, really..." 

He started pinching your nipples, playing with them as if they were his marbles, but still, there was the tank covering them. So... he just ripped it apart and started touching you harder, you could feel his nails digging in your soft skin. 

"I'll buy another one after this, you look better without it." 

"Y-you mean "stol-" 

You let out a loud moan as he bit your neck, hard, leaving hickeys all over it while still tormenting your nips. They were hurting a lot, but you didn't want him to stop. 

"Oh, the princess can't even talk properly now..." 

He started slowly moving his right hand down your panties, while the other one was still kneading your breasts. You instantly opened your legs a little, whimpering as he was already rubbing his fingers on your clit and feeling how wet you already were. 

"You seem wet enough for something bigger than my fingers." 

A marble appeared between his fingers, as he moved it through your wet folds making you shiver for how cold it was, he then uncompressed it revealing a vibrator. 

"I said bigger than my fingers not bigger than my dick, I wanna see how much you can contain yourself from screaming like a whiny bitch." 

The hand on your chest moved to your chin, he then pulled you into a passionate kiss that quickly became sloppy, as the sounds your intimate parts were making while he was rubbing the toy against them.

I hope to finish this one day lol. This man may be a virgin for how easily flustered he gets but I'm sure he would be the best lover and I don't take a no as an answer.

[candycandy00]

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. 

End

[curiousquirks]

Day 4 | Mr. Compress x GN!Reader (18+)

Petplay | Scents

Content Warnings: Oral (Male Receiving), Petplay, Scent Kink, Pet Names Used (my dear, bunny), Titles (sir)

Word Count: 1,155

Summary:

What’s a magician without his beloved rabbit? If only Atsuhiro hadn’t left you alone all day, forcing you to wait by the door eagerly awaiting his return.

Atsuhiro heard the sounds of your feet long before he actually saw you. You had heard the keys in the door causing you to quickly and loudly make your way there. You practically shoved him into the door as he was closing it. He let out a noise of surprise as your hands were quick to take the mask off his face, letting it drop to the floor.

“Good–” He tried to say before you attached yourself to him, your fur-lined rabbit ears rubbing across his cheek as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. He waited until you stopped moving nearly as much as you were before he continued speaking. “Good to see you too, my dear.”

You mumbled something unintelligible into his neck as your hands wrapped around his neck, your mind preoccupied with taking in his scent. You took a deep breath, breathing in his sweat and musk, the combination driving you crazy. You let out a hum that vibrated against his skin, as you tried to pull yourself impossibly close to him. 

“Did you miss me?” He asked, already knowing the answer. He adored when you were needy and clingy, missing him every second he spent away. “Come now, bunny, let us move somewhere away from the door.”

His suggestion fell on deaf ears, your mind clouded as you nuzzled yourself against his neck. Atsuhiro’s hands rested on your sides as he gave you gentle reassuring strokes. You inhaled his scent again, your hand reaching around to pull up the edges of his balaclava to reach his skin. Your lips found his neck, your tongue darted out to lick at his skin. He let out a shaky chuckle, clearly surprised by your actions.

“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” He teased, his hands moving down to rest on your ass. “Can’t even be bothered to let me move away from the door, hm.”

“Been waiting too long.” You mumbled against his neck, wiggling yourself against him feeling his growing erection. “You said you’d be back earlier.”

“I got caught up with some things but I’m here now.” He explained, squeezing the handfuls of your ass in his hands. His eyes fell to the little bunny tail that caught his eye as you wiggled against him more. “Although I do love how clingy you get when I’m away.”

You whined into his neck, all of your pent up sexual frustration that’s been building not being helped by his cruel neglection of you. His presence and scent drove you insane, you wanted to crawl impossibly close to him. His clothes were making it harder, wanting his skin touching yours. You knew he’d be upset if you stripped him bare right here. 

You gave one steady lick from the base of his neck up to his ear, your hands removing his balaclava as you moved upwards. You felt his fingers dig deeper into your skin as you lingered, your breath was hot against his ear.

“I need you, sir. I need you so bad.” You whispered, before licking up the shell of his ear again. 

You were so close you could feel the gulp you caused him to do. His dark eyes were peering dangerously into yours when you finally pulled yourself back. Your faces were inches from each other, his hot breath from his slightly parted lips just turned you on more. You placed both of your hands onto his chest, putting a little room between the two of you.

“My poor depraved bunny left to their own devices all day.” He said, using his foot to tap your ankle. It was a silent signal for you to drop to your knees, a rule you wasted no time following. “My, my…What am I going to do with you?”

You dropped to your knees, your hands running down his body as you went. You relaxed yourself on your heels as your hands lingered on either side of his crotch, the obvious tent in his pants making your mouth water. He always loved this view of you, especially with those darling ears and cute little tail of yours.

“Such a good pet, eager to please me instead of asking for help with your own. You’ve been trained well, haven’t you?” He teased, reaching down to cup your chin as you got up off your heels to steady yourself on your knees. 

“You say that like pleasing you doesn’t do anything for me, sir.” You responded, spending no more wasted time as you started undoing his belt. “I’ve been thinking about your cock all day. What I want it to do to me. How it tastes.”

“Such filthy words for such a cute little bunny.” He teased again, letting go of your face as he let you practically rip his pants open.

His cock sprung free from his underwear as you pulled it down just enough. Your face immediately moved itself closer to him, inhaling his natural scent. Your mind was more clouded than before as you watched him wrap his fingers around his length, tapping the tip against your lips. He let out a small chuckle as he watched you wiggle your ass, placing your hands on his legs.

“Tell me you want it.” He commanded, his voice dropping his traditional showmanship. He was showing a lot of restraint, more than he certainly wanted to. 

“I want it.” You whined, opening your greedy wanting mouth. 

“That’s a good pet.” He praised, slowly inserting his cock into your eager mouth. 

You heard him curse under his breath as your warm mouth closed around him. Your tongue runs along the underside of his cock as your hands move up to brace yourself against his legs. His hands find your head, holding you place as he thrusts his cock into your mouth. His soft groans were overrun by the whines you sent vibrating against his cock. 

“You feel so good.” He praised, keeping his steady rhythm. “Absolutely perfect.”

You moaned loudly, the muffled vibration forcing a grunt out of Atsuhiro as his hips shuddered as he shoves his cock further down your throat. Saliva was dripping out of the corner of your mouth as you let him use your mouth for his own selfish gain. You gagged against him as he got rougher, getting lost in the pleasure.

“Shit–” He cried out, suddenly pulling his cock from your mouth. 

You coughed at the sudden movement, gasping for air as your hand reached up to wipe the spit from your mouth. He struggled to catch his breath, especially after nearly coming down your throat. He looked down at you, his cock twitching as the cold air hit it. You stared up at him, eyes full of love and lust equally. 

“As much as I enjoy that, my dear,” He started, reaching his hands down to help you up. “I would much rather devour you on our bed.”

[kelin-is-writing]

࣪𖤐⋆ 𝓜 𝓻 . 𝓒 𝓸 𝓶 𝓹 𝓻 𝓮 𝓼 𝓼 𝓜 𝓪 𝓼 𝓽 𝓮 𝓻 𝓵 𝓲 𝓼 𝓽 !

࣪𖤐… “can’t leave alone such a cute brat” [18+]

࣪𖤐… mr. extravagance

[frickingnerd]

breaking up with mr. compress

pairing: atsuhiro sako / mr. compress x gn!reader

tags: break up of an established relationship, angst with a bad end

both of you seemed to know that your relationship couldn't last forever

after all, atsuhiro was a villain. and you weren't

you could look away most of the times and pretend like you weren't aware what your boyfriend was doing when you weren't around

and yet, over time it became harder to ignore the things he did

so much so that despite loving him, you couldn't stay by his side anymore and watch as he hurt innocent people

before breaking up with him, you had already gotten all of your things back from his apartment, while trying to not let him notice

and yet, atsuhiro was aware that you were getting ready to cut off contact with him

so much so that when you mentioned you wanted to talk to him about something, he stopped you, already knowing what this was about

"i don't need to know why you want to leave. i just need to know that you don't want to stay with me anymore…"

you hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by atsuhiro already knowing you'd break up with him, before finally telling him what he wanted to hear

"i think we should break up…"

[sat0-get0]

hi love! how r ya?^^ Can i request headcanons with hawks, Dabi, aizawa and Mr compress with short, sensitive reader who panics easily, and gets sad over the smallest things? their height is probably around 5’0-5’3? i ran out of ideas on this one.. go crazy bookie 🫶🏻❤️

・❥ 𝐁𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 - 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐜𝐬

ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙝𝙘 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 200 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨, 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛/𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙘, 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩 , 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 & 𝙖𝙣𝙭𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙆𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙤: 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙭𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮, 𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 | 𝘼𝙞𝙯𝙖𝙬𝙖: 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 '𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮', 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙩 | 𝘿𝙖𝙗𝙞: 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙢 | 𝙈𝙧. 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨: 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 | 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜

✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 𝘵𝘺𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳���𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤 𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘰𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 ༄

·➳❥ Keigo isn't too tall himself, barely making it to 5'9 with his shoes on so the idea of being able to embrace someone inches shorter than him always makes his feathers flutter. He is one of the most attentive people known to man, always having to pay attention to every detail since he was a kid. Therefore, he always notices when your social battery drains or when you're feeling particularly anxious. It gets hard whenever you accompany him out but he always reassures you with 'I love you and you only, my love' and embracing you with his arms and feathers while his head rests on top of yours. He isn't the best at comforting but the bird instinct in him makes him a gift giver, always spending money on you like it's worth a dime to him and getting you the most luxurious things.

➳❥ Aizawa isn't much of a social man himself, always choosing to stay at home with the warmth of you and your pet cat, Angel. He's always so good at comforting you, teaching you tactics that he uses on the daily to calm down. Anytime he realizes you're on the point of getting antsy, he hunches over so that he's eye level with you, whispering things anybody would wanna hear during times in need. "I got you, pretty, 'm right here." he whispers into your ear before letting you bury your face into his chest. Whenever he'll be gone for long periods of the day, he lends you his scarf so that his familiar scent can ease your nerves in a heartbeat.

➳❥ You often stay huddled up within the League of Villain's hideout whenever they're out doing things you're sure you don't wanna be aware of. You constantly go into a panic whenever you see Dabi earning a new burn scar or covered in bruises, always up to no good. One time he told you to "Calm down." when you were freaking out over a bad injury of his, you stayed silent for the rest of the day even when he brought you your favorite food and it was driving him wild. Therefore, he learned the best way to get rid of your tense emotions is by letting you take care of him in any way possible and reassuring you in the best way he can. He sits with a poker face as you dab cottonballs dowsed with rubbing alcohol on his jawline, making sure to get any hurt spot you can find. Later in the night, once he's cleaned and bandaged up (cute hello kitty bandaids that make your heart flutter), you curl up against him like a cat, letting his limbs drape over yours as you sleep.

➳❥ You worry most about him despite his humorous and sarcastic nature. Instead of thinking 'yeah he's fine!' like most people do, your thoughts run wild and believe he's using comedy as a way to escape his negative emotions. Atsuhiro has never been one to mask what he's feeling and he tries his absolute best to convince you of that. He's always finding new ways to sprinkle you with happiness throughout the day. From making a bouqet of flowers appear from the tip of his cane to a beautiful gold necklace from who knows where appear underneath his hat, he just wants he absolute best for you no matter what. He could never bear seeing you even the slightest bit upset, scrambling to find any material to make a small comedic display with or finding the right words that'll wipe the tears out of your eyes and fill the room with your soothing laugh.

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩

[starstruck-flames]

Our routine - Mr Compress

A consideration for what would be deemed “an enemy” could be considered weakness really, but for Atsuhiro? He’d consider it flirting.

Many many drabbles I have tucked away in discord DMs, it’s fun to share

Content includes: Reader is marbled, Y/N vigilante, implied kidnapping but it’s fine as it’s for a noble cause (probably), established enemies to friends (and maybe lovers)

Song for your mood?

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“Ah, my dear, I was wondering where you were with all this madness going on.” He coos, twirling his cane out of simple boredom.

“Here I was thinking I may never see you again~”

“Oh you should know by now we’ll always end up sparring a bit whenever these things happen.”

“I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

With that, your favourite magician lunges for you once again. You step to dodge but he’d become far too used to your tricks, grabbing your wrist and pulling him closer to him. Compress stiffens slightly but soon relaxes, taking your chin.

“Tell me something, that’s all.” He hums, maybe he was looking in your eyes, maybe he wasn’t. You can’t tell with this mask either way. “I can’t spend all my time fighting your lovely self~”

“What is it?”

“You’ve had every opportunity to kill me. You’re no hero, I know that but as a vigilante you have every opportunity to get rid of me. Why?”

You pause, looking away for just a moment, presenting him with a sheepish smile.

“I can’t say I disagree with what the league is trying to do. Hero society is awful but... I... I just can’t bring myself to kill anyone. So, I’d be a pretty terrible villain.”

A small pause between the two of you, before you laugh a little.

“I’d be a pretty terrible hero too, huh?”

“Oh.” Compress pulls his mask off, slowly, his eyes coming to you first in a soft smile. “On the contrary. More heroes need to be like you, sweet but pack a punch.”

“I-...”

He holds your marble up, humming with amusement at your form inside the tiny marble as he tucks you away in the folds of his hat.

“I can’t allow you to get caught in this crossfire, not this time.”

If anyone were to stare into your marble, they could swear you were smiling softly.