#chubby todoroki

[luviisabella]

Pro-Hero!Shoto who gives you a kiss on the cheek/forehead before leaving to his agency.

Pro-Hero!Shoto who’s left a note saying when he’ll be back if things go well on patrol and with paperwork.

Pro-Hero!Shoto who can’t help but smile when paparazzi and news reporters ask “is that a ring on his finger?!” Now all he can think about is how you’re waiting for him at home.

Pro-Hero!Shoto who, despite coming home late some days, likes to bring you flowers. Every night he’ll get rid of the old ones he got you and replace them with new ones.

Pro-Hero!Shoto who can be needy sometimes.. he’s occupied with a million things as a pro-hero but when he comes home to his beautiful wife cooking dinner and humming to herself, he remembers why he fell in love with her.

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“S-shoto” I have to cook dinner.

His right hand comes to cover yours as you hold onto the wooden spoon placed in the pot. He had just come home from work, his uniform still on and his scent filling your senses.

He kept placing kisses along your jawline, to your ear, to your neck, and now he’s revealed your shoulder and began leaving another trail of kisses there too.

“Sho-“ you practically whine trying to get his attention and with no words all he does is turn off the stove, pick you up, and carry you to the bathroom.

His face buried in your neck on the journey there.

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“M’ sorry, I just missed you today. I promise to cook dinner after to make it up to you.”

[sugarverse]

when they have crushes on you they..

[ bnha headcanons ]

izuku, bkg, iida, todoroki & kiri

✩ I. midoryia

always makes the conversation about you. he just knew you’d enjoy it! Or you’d have something to say about how something went down.

He was always fixing his clothes around you, trying to make sure both of his shoes were tied, etceteria. He couldn't do much with his hair but he tried his hardest to be presentable.

stutters so bad trying to talk to you. “c-c-can.. jeez. um. can I um.. can I borrow that marker? when you're um.. when you're done, y/n?”

obviously it gets better but it gets much much worse first.

often invites you to play imessage games when he wants to talk but is too nervous whatever he has to say isn't interesting enough

tries to get your favorite kind of coffee when you're having a bad day, wanting to be the person you leaned on. he knew how hard school could be and how hard being a heroine would be. it's the least he can do.

asks if you want to go on his morning runs with him, it gave you two time to talk about things he couldnt spit out over text :)

★ t. iida

offers the last bite of his food, always saving some to the side for you to try. you had always been pretty indecisive on what you wanted to eat and he picked up on it. so he made sure he'd save a bite or two for you of whatever he had. this started more as a habit of ‘wanting you to eat’ he couldn't understand why it could be related to his oh so private feelings

often rests a hand on your back whether rubbing it or guiding you through the hallway.

always trying to help, hovering over you as you cooked for yourself, weasling his way to helping you cut vegetables. Or carries your laundry, thinking how beneficial it would be to just do both loads at the same time.

covers the corner of tables as you storm by, ranting about something that really pissed you off. he'd always be there to listen and agree with you.

will wait those few last seconds so you aren't late, alone. he'd never risk his punctuality for anyone.. but he couldn't help but wait for you. Its like you made him stuck.

realizes he has a crush by getting something he'd thought you'd like at the mall, some charm bracelet you might not wear but your favorite characters had been on it. He gave it to you as a “good job on sportsmanship”? Thats what he tells you anyhow.

✮ s. todoroki

stares at you from across the room, not being able to hide it for the most part but you're oblivious to it.

always turns when your name is said to hear what anyone has to say about you

arm gets a little too hot when you brush against him and he often has burn marks in his shirt.

follows you around, not speaking much but liking when you two would sit next to each other and you'd show him the games you had on your switch. he was very invested in Animal crossing

buys you lunch most of the time, swiping his card whenever you got what you wanted and stepping ahead to pay. you only fussed about it one time, knowing he was just being gentlemanly. andhisglarewaskindascary

the quietness of his crush doesn't last long, he flat out tells you “Y/n, I think I have feelings for you.”

⋆｡° e. kirishima

started buying your favorite kind of snacks when he went to get his own , absentmindedly thinking about you more often than he should.

always opens the door for you, did it before he Realized he had a crush. but now? he does everything. he'll slide your chair back, shut the door for you, let you use his umbrella when needed

lowkey stalks your reposts on TikTok to see what things your into

always asks if youll be his player two on a game because it's easier to beat that way (games like minecraft)

always wants to work out with you, figures out when the best times were to ask and makes you routinely go together or he's blowing your phone up

ALWAYS always ALWAYS laughs at your jokes. he thinks you're the funnest mf walking earth besides himself and denki duo.

⛦ k. bakugo

sidewalk rule, pulling you to other side of him kinda roughly before putting his hands back into his pockets. “You don't walk in a straight line, stay over there.”

always has an extra jacket for you, you forget too much, dumbass.

when he does, always makes too much. So he makes you take whatever leftovers he's made and pretty soon he accounts for what you like and don't like.

reads romance manga that reminds him of you and him lol

changes music he listens to to someone you listen to, actually enjoys it and adds albums of music you'd never know he listens to until he's humming along to B.A.S by Megan in the gym??

weird compliments. like when you got your hair done? “your hair doesnt look shitty today” and when it does look bad? instead of being a bigger dick, he often mumbles a “did you get any sleep?" instead of the normal "your hair looks like burning trash."

@fizzintine negrofied everyone but bkg lol thanks bae for the coloring!

[amaranthdahlia]

shout out to mothers whos children grow to be twice their size lol

[plussizeficchick]

His Favorite Girl | Enji Todoroki x Chubby!Reader feat. Shoto Todoroki

Summary; Shoto Todoroki is mean.

A big, stupid mean jerkface.

Basically, Shoto is acting like an ass and it leaves you feeling bad, luckily, his daddy Enji knows how to treat a girl like you right ;)

(Warnings: age gap(Enji is 46, reader and Shoto are 23)cheating, mean!Shoto, ooc! Enji(he’s literally so sweet) P in V, cunnilingus, squirting)

You honestly don’t know how it got to this point.

It feels as though a second ago, your heart was torn in two. As though you’d never allow yourself to fall in love again, prepared to spend the remainder of your days with a pet cat or two as your sole company.

Now. Now you think you’ve never truly been in love until this point.

Shoto was the first boy that ever truly liked you back. You remember the day that you confessed, you swore that you’d tease him about the cute blush that spread across his face for the rest of your lives and that you’d always be there for each other.

And it was cute, the puppy love, the hot sex in varying public spaces. He wasn’t a bad lover, per se. He wasn’t like other guys your age who couldn’t be asked with making you cum, and while you may have wanted more from him, he was really the only relationship you’d known.

Sometimes though, sometimes he could be real mean.

Maybe it was because his dad took an unusual liking to you, always offering you to stay for dinner, offering an internship at his agency or a recommendation to one of your choosing. He was always so supportive of you, anytime you’d make an achievement he was there.

Great job, sweetheart.

You need anything, honey?

Just wanna take good care of my favorite girl.

Since fucking when did you guys get so close? It grated on Shoto’s nerves. How close you were to his dad. And it bothered him how easy it was for his dad to sing your praises yet it took him years to do the same with Shoto. It didn’t help that anytime he brought you home it was like you spent more time with his father than him. The only time he had you to himself was when he was fucking you loud enough for his father to hear.

Shoto was pissed and if he can’t hurt his dad, then he’ll hurt you.

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Enji doesn’t know when it started.

At first, he thought your relationship with his son was good. You both were different, but as they say, opposites attract.

He was turning over a new leaf. He didn’t want to control his son’s love life in the same way his was controlled and he thought you were good for him, you were bubbly and sweet yet you were quick to call him out on his shit when the situation deemed necessary.

He had originally asked you to intern at his agency so that you and Shoto could work together, and after seeing you in action firsthand, he knew he had made the right choice.

So when? When did he just say fuck all and fell in love with you?

If he was honest, he doesn’t know when, maybe he always had been. You were just everything Shoto’s mother wasn’t. You were soft, so fucking soft. A walking temptation. You always wore the skimpiest tops, breasts practically spilling over the top. You wore cute thigh highs that had a little pudge peeking over the top. The tightest fucking sundresses that pressed against the chub of your tummy, hugged the curve of your ass. Whenever you’d greet him, you’d give him a firm, warm squeeze with the words Good to see you again, Enji falling from your plump lips. You always smelled so fucking good.

He wanted you, bad. And the fact that you were so insistent on spending time together under the guise of “bonding” wasn’t working in his favor.

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It was a bit difficult to pinpoint when Shoto’s change in behavior started. He’d always been frigid, but recently he’s been downright cold.

He doesn’t offer much aftercare afterwards, not that he knew how to provide much to begin with, but he’d at least hold you afterward.

Now, he just turns over and picks up his phone, leaving you to fend for yourself. And while Shoto hoped that this would deter you from wanting to be around him, it just pushed you further into his father’s arms.

Unbeknownst to him, after your sessions, his dad would be in the kitchen, plate of food and your favorite drink already prepared for you to try. And while you feel embarrassed about what Enji might’ve heard, he never makes you feel uncomfortable around him. You’d even started picturing him while his son was balls deep in your cunt.

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It all comes to a head when Shoto leaves after another round. He doesn’t offer much of an explanation and it’s when Enji sees you tear up in front of him that he decides enough is enough.

“Am I not pretty, Enji?” You practically blubber to him. Through your tears you confide in him that a friend of yours saw Shoto cozying up to Momo, one of the more slim-bodied girls at your university. You had noticed Shoto’s interest in her, but he’d assured you that he only had eyes for you.

What a load of shit.

And Enji tells you as much, tells you that you didn’t need Shoto, that you were smart, kind and beautiful, gorgeous even and that he wishes he had met you when he was younger. Maybe then he’d have been married to someone he actually liked.

And he doesn’t realize he’s told you as such until he feels you press a sweet, chaste kiss to his lips. You sniffle, the drying tear tracks trailing down your chubby cheeks only somehow adding to your beauty.

You were too precious. Much too precious for Todoroki men.

Unfortunately for you, it’s a known fact that Todoroki men ruin everything they touch. However, Enji has plans to ruin you in a different way.

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You’ve never been with anyone as big as Enji. At a staggering 6’5, almost 300 pounds, the man exuded dominance and you’d be lying if it didn’t have your pussy quaking in anticipation.

While you’ve witnessed him take down enemies in a downright merciless fashion, the way he was taking care of you, pressing soft, wet kisses to your plush body, sucking hickies into the soft skin. The way he takes his time, checking to ensure you’re feeling good has you wondering why you were even upset in the first place.

And when he finally presses his lips to where you need him most, you’re crying at the pleasure. He hums around your nub, flicks his tongue and sucks up your juices like he’s starving. And he is! He’s starved himself of your touch, of you, for too long. If his son doesn’t know what to do with a smart, beautiful, fascinating woman, he’ll just have to show him.

It doesn’t take long before you reach your high, Enji’s name falling off your lips like a prayer as your head falls back against the arm of the couch.

He works you through it, slowly easing a finger followed by another into your wet heat. You gasp at the intrusion, his fingers feeling thicker than Shoto’s cock and the thought has you wondering how huge he must be if he’s stretching you so well with just his fingers. And almost as if he read your mind, Enji reaches down to free himself from the confines of his sweatpants. He didn’t bother wearing a shirt, wanting to feel comfortable in his home and had omitted boxers for the same reason, thus causing his cock to slap up against his abdomen, a bit of pre leaking from the tip.

You could feel yourself salivating and it isn’t until you feel him squeezing at your love handles that you tear your eyes away from the sight. “Soon, sweet girl. Right now, daddy needs to feel you, okay?” He coos against your lips. You peck his lips before spreading your legs a bit wider, inviting the hulking man in.

He lets out a breath, the sight of your sopping cunt enough to push him to edge. But this isn’t about him. It’s about you.

His favorite girl.

He truly doesn’t know when the infatuation with you started and he doesn’t know if it’d ever end, but what he does know is that there’s no going back for him.

He feels you wiggling underneath him, coaxing him to fuck you and it isn’t until he hears you murmur how much you need him, how long you’ve needed him that he finally pushes in.

He’s massive. Truly the biggest you’ve ever had and somehow he’s the softest you’ve ever been with, nuzzling his nose against your chubby cheeks, kissing away your tears and whispering praises of how you're taking him so well, so deep. You're creaming around him, a white ring building at the base of his cock and that just makes him fuck you harder, eager to see his seed spill from your cunt.

You’re both close, so incredibly close you can practically taste the orgasm on the others tongue. It’s when he moans into your mouth for you to please cum for him that you do, a choked sob echoing from your chest that you squirt all over his cock, drenching him in your release.

Your orgasm triggers his and before long his cock is pulsing, his hot seed spilling into your cunt, painting your walls white. He presses wet kisses trailing from your lips to your neck as he fills you up. His knees almost buckle the way you’re milking him and when he’s finally finished, he slowly pulls out, his cum gushing from your abused cunt. It’s while you’re both in the afterglow of your orgasm, pressing sweet kisses against each other that you both hear the door slam shut.

“What the actual fuck are you doing?! Are you serious? My fucking dad?” Shoto exclaims. You’re too busy pressing little kisses against Enji’s biceps to pay him any attention. “Calm now, son. It isn’t her fault-” Enji doesn’t get a chance to explain before Shoto directs his anger towards him. Only when you hear Shoto accuse him of taking advantage of you, do you finally break out of your haze. “He didn’t take advantage of me, Shoto, he showed me everything that YOU can’t do for me. So you can go back to fucking Momo and bitch about your problems to her.” You hiss at him.

Shoto’s stunned and Enji’s impressed. He chances a glance at his son who can only muster a half-hearted glare before stomping away to his room.

The room is silent for a moment as the weight of what’s transpired settles. It’s soon interrupted by the kisses you resume before you were caught and Enji feels a genuine smile creep onto his face. He knows things will probably never be the same between him and his son and while he knows that should trouble him, he can’t bring himself to worry about it right now.

Because Enji has denied himself of something good for too long and if his son doesn’t like it, well, he can just ask for forgiveness later. And even if he doesn’t get it, Enji doesn’t care.

Cause he’ll have you.

His favorite girl.

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dabi masturbates in another room as he hears you moving around in the kitchen and the idea that you might walk in on him turns him on more than he already was. he pictures fucking you so roughly, with you on your hands and knees, your back arching as he hits that sweet spot over and over again, as you can't contain the gasps and noises that come out of you. he imagines the harsh slapping noises that would happen every time your bodies would connect, your ass jiggling with thrusts. he would visualise holding onto your love handles, feeling your soft pudgy skin in his hands.

he starts getting close and he knows he needs to see you, to help him get over the edge and when he does he thinks about how glad he is to have walked over to you. you're wearing one of your long comfy tops, and you look absolutely delightful, he just wants to sink his fingers into you. from what he can see you're not wearing a bra, making your nipples slightly visible and when you move he can see your breasts move freely.

dabi starts getting closer and closer as he looks at you, he knows he's going to cum in a second. he walks up behind you and grabs your waist as he fucks into you, groaning. you gasp in surprise and hold onto his arm. you thought you'd be getting a surprise fuck but you feel him spill inside you, warmth filling you as his dick twitches. you feel him breathing on your neck but as soon as you focus on it and become more aware of him and his presence, he leaves your body, pulling out. "that felt good, didn't wanted to make a mess babe, such a good cumdump for me." he says before walking off while grinning.

[nanamis-princess]

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Night troubles

Synopsis: they wake up from a nightmare:(

Genre: angst with a hint of fluff

T/w: nightmares, possibly ptsd?

Multiple x gn reader (separate)

Nobody likes their sleep disturbed. Abruptly woken from a sickening nightmare, It just felt so real. Once they realized it was in fact a night terror, they roll over facing you. You’re peacefully sleeping, taking up most of the bed. They felt the weight leave their chest and let out a quiet sigh of relief. Deep down they’d never forgive themself if something happened to you, they don’t even want to picture what it’d be like without you. listening to your soft breathing and your movement against the sheets as you get comfortable again knocks them out of the thoughts of the dream. They very slowly & gently locks their fingers with yours, not wanting to wake you. They press a gentle kiss on your forehead before getting comfortable. The smell of your body wash and the mixture of the fresh sheets helps them drift back asleep.

-Nanami, Gojo, Yuji & Megumi (jjk)

-Aizawa, Fatgum, Midnight, Bakugo, Todoroki, All might (mha)

-Sanji, Zoro, Robin, Ussop & Koby (one piece)

-Mori, Kyoya, Hikaru & Kasanoda (ohshc)

-Cole Cassidy, Odessa stone aka junker queen, hanzo, Baptiste & Ashe. (Overwatch)

A/n: hello my loves, it’s been a bit since I’ve posted and sorry it’s like sad lol. But anyways don’t forget to do something nice for yourself today! Drink some water!

[moonchild701]

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Thighs, Thighs, Thighs

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: Touya is already weak for your thighs.

And then you decide to wear thigh high stockings.

Pairing: Dabi/Chubby! Female Reader

Content Warning: Smut, Face Sitting, Intercrural Sex, Cum Marking, Dabi has Genital Piercings, Plus Sized Reader, Dabi's a simp

Word Count: 2.9k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: For my fellow chubby girlies, ily 🫶🏽

My Masterlist

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Touya has a certain fixation with your thighs.

After long days, he loves to just lay his head in your comfy lap, holding you. When you straddle him, he's free to rub and squeeze them as he pleases, and he will take any and every opportunity to have them wrapped around any part of him.

He loves the jiggle of them when he smacks your ass, and squishing the plushness beneath his palm. Biting and sucking his marks into the soft flesh is one of his favourite things to do.

You in shorts or short skirts are a weakness for him; you in fishnets, lace or thigh highs are fucking lethal.

So when he's on the couch, just minding his own business, lounging in his sweats and tank top, and you come out in a pleated, black miniskirt that barely covers your ass, black, sheer thigh high stockings with lace edges, a matching lace garter belt holding them up by thin straps, and one of his white tshirts, clinging to your body but especially your tits, nipples printing through showing that you had no bra on, who could really blame him for snatching you by your waist and pulling you into his lap?

You balance yourself on his shoulders, getting yourself comfortable, before your hands slide up the side of his neck and back to tangle your fingers in his pale hair as you lean in.

Heated hands slide up and over your legs, the contrasting softness of your skin and the lace of the stockings satisfying. He gropes and fondles at your thighs, your ass and tits through your clothes, before inevitably back to your thighs, all as he kisses you slow and hot.

Trailing mismatched lips down your jaw and up to your ear, he mumbles, voice husky, "Fuck, look at you. Get all dolled-up for me, baby?". Scarred hands grope at you, one hand inching up under the skirt, the other sliding up under the tshirt.

"Hmm, maybe.", you hum, basking in his attention, moaning softly as he leaves kisses, licks and nips along your throat and collarbone, sucking pretty bruises into the skin as he goes, while pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. You love the way he gets when you dress like this.

His hand under your skirt pauses as all they meet is more skin. And he realizes that you aren't wearing any underwear at all. You feel his clothed cock twitch against your bare cunt, and you bite your lip to supress a smug smile.

"Shit." He breathes out a short, hot laugh against your neck before pulling back, "Fuck, okay. Sit on my face, baby. Please, I need to taste you."

You especially love that you could make this man, this big, bad villain, be basically at your beck and call, little more than a begging mess for you, with just the sight of your thighs and the promise of your pussy.

And seeing those wide, pretty blue eyes, looking at you with such reverance, how could you say no?

So you smile, sitting up on your knees for him to adjust. He shifts to lay on the couch properly, and his hand rests on your back, urging you to move upwards, until you're directly above him. You hold yourself steady with a hand beside you on the back of the couch, your legs framing his head, cunt hovering right over his mouth, as you hold the end of your skirt up to your stomach, biting your lip.

It's not exactly the first time you've sat on his face, and you love it of course, but it always makes you a bit nervous at first because, what if you break him? The first time he wanted you to, you asked him this and he just said, "What a way to go.", before pulling you in. So though the small nerves are there, it's drowned out by your arousal.

He grasps your thighs from behind as his eyes immediately snap to your pussy, glistening with your arousal. You see the way his pupils dilate, now just a ring of turquoise around a pool of black.

Your lips curl in a sly smile when his gaze locks on yours, eyes hungry, as he turns his head to mouth at your inner thigh after unhooking the straps and peeling down the tops of your stockings, blunt nails scraping along the skin.

You pant softly at his ministrations to the sensitive skin, smile still on your face as he laves and sucks marks into your flesh. A gasping moan is drawn out of you as he bites down on the meat of it, pussy weeping.

He pulls away, leaving the stinging mark to switch to the other thigh, his fingers digging possesively into your side, definitely leaving pretty bruises.

You're so wet you're leaking, your slick trailing down your thighs and Touya licks it right up, the flat of his hot tongue feeling branding as it slides over you, the metal of his piercing adding to that sentiment.

He groans, almost whimpering, at your taste as he shifts beneath you and you let out a breathy giggle.

At the urging tug at your hips, you finally lower yourself.

And Touya is in bliss as you sink your weight onto his face, thighs pressing to his cheeks. You feel the contrast of his healthy, soft skin and rough scars; his staples warm and digging into your skin is always surprisingly pleasant. He wraps his arms loosely over your legs, moving his hands down to rest on your thighs, moaning at your taste and the feeling of being completely surounded by you.

His flattened tongue licks a fat stripe up and through your folds, lips enveloping your throbbing clit, licking and sucking; you gasp as you release the couch to cup your breast through your shirt. Lapping at the sensitive nub, his scalding tongue swirls around it, his piercing enhancing every drag, before dipping into your wanting heat; and you moan lowly as you gently roll your hips, whining at the blunt scrape of his nails down your thighs.

Having his oxygen cut off, smothered in your sweet heat, has him completely hard and already leaking in his pants, but it's easy to ignore with your cunt and thighs suffocating him in the best of ways.

If he dies like this, he'd die a happy man.

Because he loves this. The feeling of you coming undone, thighs shaking and trembling and twitching around him, with his face buried in your hot cunt; clenching your slick walls around his tongue and rutting your clit against his nose.

He moans, slurping and panting against you ardently, the sounds filthy and wet, letting you know exactly how much he loves the taste of you and where he is.

Touya's hold on your thighs tighten as he pulls you down harder; hands heated to the point that they might just brand you.

"Come on, baby," he moans, voice slightly muffled. "Fuck my face, please."

You release your hold on your tits to tangle your fingers in his hair in a tight grip as you rock your hips, grinding over his hot tongue, the metal ball perfectly on your clit, your head thrown back as lewd moans spill from your parted lips. Your thighs squeeze around his face, practically suffocating him, and you see his eyes roll back, a deep groan vibrating through your cunt.

Your breathing and hips speed up as you pant, whining moans spilling out like spun sugar as your eyes roll shut in ecstasy when your orgasm crashes over you; your legs tremble and your breath stutters as you cum, gushing against him, slick running over his cheeks and chin, and down his throat. A gargled moan escapes him as his hips jerk up, rutting against nothing, his cock twitching as it leaks, making a mess in his sweatpants, as you ride his face through your high, dragging your sloppy pussy over his sinful tongue, using him.

Your movements stutter and broken moans fill the air, yet his mouth does not leave your heat; his hands do not move from their grip, holding you down to the sweet tortures of his tongue, licking firmly over your swollen, sensitive clit.

"Hnn, too much, Touya, baby—ahn—it's too much—"

He finally gives you reprieve and you move down to sit on his thighs, your legs still shaky, breathing still laboured, eyes hazy.

And when you finally focus enough to look at him, Touya is gorgeous.

Flushed and already looking fucked out, he peers up at you with pretty, azure eyes, glassy and hazy, and still so deliciously amorous.

You stare at him, at the glistening wetness all over his face and neck, and he holds your gaze, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb, popping it into his mouth.

Your face goes all soft and needy, pretty eyes wide and wanting; lips parted before your tongue peeks out to wet them as you swallow thickly, and you see something flash in his eyes. Something hot and dangerous and mouth-watering.

He abruptly sits up, leaving you no choice but to fall back into the seat of the couch with a small squeak, and he spreads your legs, one hooked on the back of the sofa, as he grinds his hardened bulge against your tender pussy, making you gasp sharply.

He leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You moan softly into his mouth as you taste yourself on him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him in; fingers in his hair, dragging your nails gently over his scalp, making him shiver and press down into the kiss more firmly as he rolls his hips against you, a scarred hand sliding up and under your shirt, fondling your breasts as his other hand grips your leg, fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh.

Pulling away, he sits up, kneeling, keeping your legs spread for him, running his hands across your thighs reverantly; fingers dancing along the hickeys and bitemarks littering the smooth expanse, admiring, biting his lip, before pushing your shirt up your chest, over your breasts.

He pinches and rolls a pebbled nipple between his fingers, making you squirm and whine, as he brushes his other thumb up through your slick folds, rubbing over your clit.

Panting, you watch him, a shiver running through you at the look in his eyes. It's hot and sly and so fucking sexy.

You prop yourself up on your elbows as he moves his hand from your chest and slips his cock out, the ladder of piercings along his shaft glistening with his arousal. He strokes himself idly as his eyes drink you in, before tapping the sticky head on your sensitive clit, the wet little sounds of it lewd and filthy.

Your head lolls to the side as you whimper softly at the small jolts of pleasure going through you at that, as your hands cup and fondle your own tits. Glancing up at you, he rubs the head of his cock into your clit, making a mess of it with his precum; the sight of you playing with yourself making him leak even more.

Pushing foward, he glides the shaft of his cock through your soaked folds, but he doesn't push in, making you whine as your cunt throbs.

He slowly slides back and forth, back and forth, coating his dick in your juices. Spreading you open, he dips just the head into your warm cunt, teasing your hole, before pulling back out.

The cruelty of feeling full yet so empty makes you whine and pout at him as you try to grind down onto him, because he's just toying with you dammit.

He swats at your inner thigh, smirking at the little gasping whimper you let out at the sting, before lolling open his mouth, letting his spit drip down onto your cunt and thighs, coating the marked skin there.

You make a small sound of confusion, mixed with a gasping moan, which is ignored as he grips your legs, pulling them closed and up, folding you nearly in half; your thighs pressed together, both feet over his left shoulder.

Trembling in desire, your eyes widen in realization when you feel his wet cock slide through the flesh of your thighs, hot and heavy.

Pressing a kiss just above your ankle, he sighs out, "Keep your thighs nice and tight for me, baby."

You obey, gripping your thighs around his erection. You feel him twitch against your skin, veins throbbing.

Touya grips your legs tightly as he slowly rocks forward, gliding into the tight pocket between your thighs.

"Oh fuck.", you moan as you look down, seeing the glistening head of his cock poke through them before disappearing again as he thrusts, slowly fucking your thighs.

His precum mixes with your slick in a sticky mess as each thrust has the underside of his cock gliding over your cunt, his ladder of piercings there rubbing deliciously over your clit and you shake in sensitivity and pleasure.

Fuck, he's not going to last long like this. You're too fucking pretty like this, your thighs too welcoming, your little sounds too sweet.

Ankles crossed, you wiggle your hips up and down the seat as your thighs flex, clenching rhythmically around him. "Good girl.", he groans, speeding up.

"Fuck.", you whimper at the sweet friction to your clit as your head buzzes at his desperation, feeling drunk on it. Your cunt continuously leaks, aiding the smooth slide of his thrusts.

You feel sensitive to every touch, every drag of his cock, as your second orgasm builds quickly.

Heated hands greedily squeeze and grope at your thighs and over the soft lace before he reaches up to play with your chest, squeezing and fondling, as he leans on the back of your legs, pressing your knees closer to you, folding you even more as he thrusts against you.

You squirm and writhe beneath him, your moans growing higher and louder as your pussy is so very thoroughly teased, and Touya can see that you're on that precipice yet again.

You cum with a cry as trembles wrack through your body; your thighs twitching around his length.

He thrusts a few more times, dragging out your peak before prying your legs apart and shifting a hand to his cock as he strokes himself to his completion with a deep groan.

Thick ropes of hot cum paint your thighs and pussy, a few drops staining your skirt. He presses his tip against your tender clit, smearing and rubbing his spend into you. You give a sweet, broken moan at that; at how filthy and perfect it feels to be marked up like that, claimed like that, as you watch the cum drip down your thighs obscenely.

Your breath hitches as he dips his hand between your legs, thumb swiping up his own release. He brings it up, smearing his cum on your parted lips, eyes locked on yours.

"Suck." His voice is thick and dark, gaze hot as he presses against your lips until you obey, taking it in; licking and sucking on his thumb, lapping at the cum soaked digit, making sure to get every last drop, as you moan softly at his taste.

He hums, pleased, as he pushes into your mouth, moving his thumb back and forth, fucking into it, playing with your mouth; rubbing it into the inside of your cheeks and along your gums as he watches you with lidded eyes and a wolfish grin.

And you wish it was more than just a thumb that's weighing on your tongue as you look up at Touya from under your lashes.

He pulls it out with a wet pop before pulling away fully.

You hold his gaze as you lick the remaining cum off your lips.

Wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb, you smile smugly as you watch him.

"On your knees for me, Dolly. Gotta clean me up, yeah?" Touya's expression is hungry as he looks at you, focused; like a predator stalking its prey and a shiver runs through you.

Because you do so love being his prey.

You happily get on your knees before him, thighs spread, looking up at him with such a self satisfied smile, he thinks you would purr if you could.

You lick him clean, teasing and sweet, until he's hard again, throbbing in your mouth. And then he bends you over the arm of the couch, fucking you stupid as you bounce back on his cock while he gropes and slaps at your ass and thighs, skin tender and stinging deliciously; before he fills you up till you're dripping with him.

And as you lay on the couch, spent and fucked out, covered in his marks and cum, watching his bare back walk out to the bathroom to get things to clean you up, you think to yourself.

What else can you do to make him crazy for you?

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[whyareyouhere66]

Thinking about….

Various! Boyfriend x fem-coded reader

Cw: not really anything. Chubby reader friendly- in fact I sort of imagined it that way. Was thinking about shinsou while I wrote it (and it’s probably obvious). Fluff, modern, 2nd person pov. 

x

Thinking about laying in bed with him one particularly lazy evening, cuddling and watching reels together on your phone. You’re both cozy and tucked against each other’s bodies, his chest to your back, arm hooked lazily over your waist, a few pillows supporting your head while he rests his chin on your shoulder. 

As you scroll mindlessly, he watches from his perch next to your head and laughs at some of the funny videos, fingers fidgeting with the fabric of your shirt softly. And then, you come across one of those “pick an outfit videos”. 

There’s a few dresses photoshopped onto the screen, below them are corresponding accessories, shoes, bags, each with a symbol/letter/number to mark each one. 

You stare at it for a second, in your mind skimming over each of the options to see which you like best. You aren’t really sure though…

The low rumble of a hum comes from your boyfriend’s throat next to you, grabbing your attention.

“D.”

You pause, glancing over at him.

“Huh?”

“D.” He repeats himself, nodding towards the screen. You blush a little as you connect the dots, looking back at the dress he chose. 

“Really?”

“Yeah. ‘S pretty, good color.”

You give a small hum of acknowledgment as you process his words- cheeks a little warm at the sentiment. You weren’t expecting him to give his own answer- but since he did, you can’t say you didn’t find it endearing, the little moment attractive. 

Before you can scroll again, he speaks once more.

“Do another one.”

Your lips curl upwards a little, almost a bit flushed. You didn’t think this would be something he would care about- but nonetheless, you swipe onto the creator’s profile, met with several more videos in the exact same format. Clicking on a random one, you tilt your screen so he can see better. 

He leans in, eyes scanning the screen as he puts an odd amount of thought into it, a certain something soft glimmering in his eyes. As he thinks, you feel his hand slowly caressing your stomach, a warm palm smoothing over your skin gently, affectionately. As if he’s mapping out exactly how the dresses would fit on you, envisioning it in his mind. It’s not an unusual touch, but it could still give you butterflies any day, any where.

“Mmmm. B. With those shoes.” He uses his chin to gesture to the ones he means,  the pair with the “&” symbol right above them. 

“Y’think?” You ask, glancing at the dress and continuing to flush a little at the image of wearing it- at the thought of him imagining it on your figure. 

He nods. “Mhm. I like that color on you,” he tucks his head further into the bend of your shoulder, “…and the fit of it looks nice.” 

You start to smile a little bit, stomach all fuzzy as he speaks. The simple act of being known- of him having a favorite color on you (one of your favorite colors, to say the least), his hands gently running down your stomach and hip, warm cheek pressed close to your neck, makes you feel all warm inside. Beneath the blanket, your free hand rests on top of his forearm that’s slung over your waist.

“Thanks” you mumble softly, smiling at your phone screen as he simply nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. 

“Mhmmm…” he mumbles again- and you can feel his small smile against your skin. 

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P.s:

Whenever you’re watching reels together after that, and those kinds of videos pop up, he again gives his own opinion- thinking over each option and answering with a small quirk of his lips. And you love it almost every time. 

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Characters:  Eijirou Kirishima / HITOSHI SHINSOU / Shoto Todoroki / Denki Kaminari / THEODORE NOTT / Mattheo Riddle / Steve Randle / Dean Portman / Adam Banks / Daichi Sawamura / Keji Akaashi /  more?

[up for interpretation, aka some characters also vaguely match the scenario, but would have their own little behaviors added/emphasized in this type of scene that were not included, but can be imagined.]

[iamnotdeadyet]

When ur bf said 'i love you' but he would say:

'If Lucifer saw you, he'd kiss your eyes and start to repent.'

SPECIAL MENTIONS: ASAHI, IWAZUMI, AKAASHI, Daiki, Sugawara. BAKUGOU, TODOROKI. GETO, MAKI, YUTA, Inumaki, Choso + UR FAVS!!

[callsignavalon]

masterlist

minors dni! multi-fandom. mostly nsfw, some fluff, and some explicit dark content. please be mindful of the tw’s.

🩵🦋💗🪐

first date with shoto

enji x daughter (tw:incest)

bakugou x chubby reader (nsfw)

touya x sister reader (tw: incest)

bnha boys x chubby reader (nsfw)

bakugou is possessive headcanon (nsfw)

random kirishima thought nsfw)

bnha boys x reader (flinching, trauma)

bakugou x reader who gets injured

aizawa x teacher reader (nsfw)

wolverine x reader (nsfw)

azriel x reader (nsfw)

a lot of these are older but i’m trying to get new stuff out soon 🩵

[luviisabella]

— NSFW 18+ —

Shoto Todoroki who after a long day just drops his bags when he sees you. Barely removing his hero costume that’s covered in scratches and tears all over.

“Sho- ?”

But it’s too late.

He’s already got his hands on both sides of your thighs.

His large frame towering over you, but before you can ask you notice his face.

He’s needy.

“Please.”

You can’t help but look away, your face feeling hotter than the Sun.

You were just laying on a futon you laid out in an oversized shirt (his), socks, and.. no shorts ?

He nearly lost it when he could see the outline of your pretty pussy, immediately lowering himself to its level and gently grazing his thumb over the outline of your clit. The sensation causing you to shiver.

“Shoto..” you softly mumble but his name isn’t reaching him.

He gently pull your panties to the side and again gently rubs at your clit. Your body now beginning to melt into the sensation.

The tent in his pants began to tighten, he hadn’t even done anything but your body, your scent, your voice. It was enough for him to throw away everything he said and stay with you like this for eternity.

He kissed your inner thigh and gently spread your legs a little further. The grip never changing, he was prepared for you to close your legs on him. He wanted you to..

“I’m sorry.. I don’t intend on stopping unless you tell me to.”

Your body heat up at his words but immediately melted once his tongue found its way to your clit. He places soft kisses along your pelvic bone before going back to lap at your clit with his tongue.

He was doing it for his own enjoyment. The way your hands gently tugged at his hair, the feeling of your fingertips along his scalp sending chills down his spine and he could feel himself growing impatient. He b started sucking on your clit, the moment your legs flinched he tightened his grip around them and held them apart.

終わっていない - he mumbled

The vibration of his words making the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Sho.. i’m ngh-, f-fuck” and the way your grip on his hair tightened told him all he needed to know. His pace increased and he began tracing circles along your clit with his tongue.

That’s all it took for you to be sent over the edge. Your back slightly arching, involuntarily bucking your hips for more, and your grip on his hair loosening.

Once you caught your breath he gently pulled back before sitting on his knees to take in the sight of you.

You looked up at him, your eyes half lidded as you noticed the still eager look on his face.

You wrapped your legs around his lower abdomen and pulled him towards you. You gave him a little smirk despite the obvious fatigue you felt..

“Y/n..”

“I want you, Shoto.”

You sat up and began removing his hero costume, sliding your hand down from his chest to his abs.

—

“I’ve missed you too.”

[tang3r1n]

still on my shitty dabi kick and i think i struck a chord with @mostlyheinous so here’s random ass shit i think a deadbeat bf dabi would do

18+, hard dubcon, gaslighting, manipulation, smoking, forced drinking/taking of drugs, dabi purposely makes you have a bad trip on acid, unprotected sex, anal (referenced plus a thumb in the stink) i’ll add more idfk

kay first off, along the smoke vein, dabi would absolutely threaten to put his cigarettes/blunts out on you if you keep crying (openly, he loves watching you cry all quiet n sniffly)

he’s also no doubt changed you around the apartment with bugs/gross shit just to make you squeal and beg him to put it away

“baby it’s jus’lil beetle~” while waving a fucking 4in long roach he found outside in your face, “gimmie a big, sloppy kiss and i might throw Jeffrey away, as much as it pains me to.”

constantly making you exchange physical/sexual acts for practically basic respect

“show me your pretty tits and i’ll let you go hang with those stupid cunts— no i’m not gonna stop callin’em that, they’re dumb cunts.”

loves making you suck him off right after work, still all musky from the day, his cock even more salty from sweating all day (scent/smell kink is my fav im SORRY.) plugging your nose and jutting his hips out harshly to make you gag and cough around his cock, the sinfully wet noise making him groan out a chuckle as he watched you cringe

any and all attempts to change his behavior end with gaslighting and fake hurt plastered on his face as he breaks your fucking back in bed

“ungh- you’re such a fucking good girl f’me.. i love your, pretty, im so sorry you feel the need to accuse me of such things- god squeeze my dick like that again, fuck yeah- i..uh- gonna make you cum so hard, show y’how this noisy cunt ‘sall mine..”

steals your panties and jacks off with them right fucking in front of you, dick swinging and balls out as he strikes himself with your panties pressed against his face. his bright ass blue eyes piercing into you while he noisily huffs in the smell of your pussy and licks up the crotch of them like the perverted degenerate he is

oh and when you try to break it off, setting him down to explain that he is just..too much.. for you, he goes ballistic.

grabbing you by the hair and dragging you to the bedroom, placing you down still surprisingly softly as he ferociously tears off your clothes and starts eating you out like his life depend on it (idk to him it might, he’s a loser)

once he’s got you all whiny and soft after a few mind-shattering orgasms, he’ll start coping and trying to slip you back into the haze of his glaringly obvious manipulative love

“don’t say stupid fucking shit, pretty, jus’cuz y’on your period or what-the-fuck-ever is going on in that lil head don’t mean you can treat me like this.”

hell chastise you while he fingers you, fingers blurred as he finger-fucks you dizzy, fishing his cock outta his dirty jeans and scoffing as you whine and cry again, shuffling up the bed

he pulls you in again by your ankles, a scarred hand quickly silencing you as it softly pressed against your throat, a silent threat, as he spoke patronizing words to your sex and lust filled mind,

“just be my good angel one more time, pretty,” he forces a crack in his voice, flexing his throat so he sounds tearful and sad, “i just..i love you s’much, wanna show my pretty girl, my everything, how much she means t’me,”

the second you nod he’s grinning manically and flipping you over, forcing his cock into your wet cunt and rabidly humping against your ass, dick barely leaving and inch before pumping right back in as deep as it’d fit.

he’d spit on your other puckered lil hole, making your cry and squirm yet again as he pushes his thumb against it, gut burning with lust and a perverted sense of affection

“no- nononono angel- calm it down, i jus’wanna feel your cute ass ‘round me, promise it’ll just be my thumb— yes pretty i pinky promise

(he ends up cumming in your ass i don’t make the rules mb)

other than failed breakups and gaslighting, dabi also likes getting his pretty wasted

like… really wasted.

dabi’ll give you shit after shot, even making you sit pretty for him while he spits Jack Daniels into your awaiting mouth

he spikes literally all drinks he makes you and it’s so obvious but he just tells you it’s to ‘loosen your bitchy ass up,’ but in his own special, joking tone.

cut to you blowing cum bubbles while you suck him off, completely drunk, head dizzy and body fuzzy as he records you almost mindlessly salivating over him.

“say hi to Shigaraki f’me, pretty, little bastard is gonna love seeing you all horned up and slutty~”

he also shotguns his blunt/pipe/bong hits to you—never lets you hit in your own

dabi loves it if you sit on his lap during this too, a rare domestic scene of you both just vibing and grinding, soft praises and touches that feel unreal coming from him

the he ruins it by slapping your ass and making you cook him dinner

wait i had a funny idea hold on

“babe can we please go see my momma today— it’s just that it’s m’birthday and you made me skip it last year..”

“pretty, that bitch hates my ass, why would we go see someone who hates us?” (notice he says ‘us’ anyways)

[cut to momma glaring at dabi the entire time they’re over and throwing shoes at him once he opens his fucking mouth]

kay that’s all for now ig

wait

sometimes when you’re falling asleep you can hear him obsessively rambling and mumbling abt how much he loves you, how disgusting everyone else alive is, how he’d kill anyone who dared talk to-LOOK at you, how he thinks you’re such a soft, beautiful little thing that he just wants to protect but oh how he fucking loves ruining your angel wings.

[schpeenor]

I MADE THE DOODLES!!!

CHUBBY DABI… H HIS LIPS… HIS LASHES… HIS GOD DAMNED BOOOOOBS!!!! HIS TIIIIITS!!!!! NO NO NO I WILL NOOOOOT STOP DRAWING HIM YOU CANNOOT MAKE ME. also spinner didn’t get dabi’s boobies in his mouth but he got to lay on them.. (let’s pretend these aren’t different doodles cause dabi has a shirt on)

THEY’RE GEEEEKS!! THEY’RE STICKING THEIR TONGUES OUT!!

PUT DABI ON ALL FOURS 2K24!!!!

[uravitypng]

dabi's talking about you to shigaraki while you're still in the room but he's paying no attention to you, treating you like you're not even there. you would typically call him out on his behaviour but right now he's telling shigaraki how much you're a good girl for him in bed and you freeze up and get flustered and it's hard not to when he's telling your boss how well you follow orders. "come here doll," he calls barely looking at you. you're confused and nervous but you start walking over to him. shigaraki smirks at the display. "kneel." your supple thighs expand as you immediately drop to you knees, realising that dabi is showing off and if you misbehave it could go very badly, you're in a room alone with two of the most dangerous people on the planet, granted dabi is your boyfriend but that's never stopped him getting angry at you.

dabi just pets your head laughing before turning back to shigaraki and carrying over the conversation. "i didn't have to train her or nothing, it's kind of pathetic really as soon she joined the league she did everything i asked trying to get my attention." you look up at him slightly frowning, he just pushes your head back down. "sometimes she'd look up at me with these doe eyes trying to be all innocent like, asking if i needed help on something. after awhile i gave in and fucked her like the whore she is. she's desperate, always trying to please, it really is pitiful."

"can i see?" you hear shigaraki rasp but you don't realise what he's talking about until you see him gesturing towards your soft body.

"what's in it for me?" dabi casually replies, you can't help but tense up, you don't know what shigaraki wants with you but he's never been one to sit and watch when he wants something, he takes. and right now with the way he's looking you've never been more scared of him before.

"whatever you want."

"okay."

your heart drops.

[chubbychisaki]

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Everyone has a breaking point.

Inspired by a scene from the eight season of GoT.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

CREEP (Dabi x Hawks x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot) *GOOD ENDING VER*

Pairing: Touya “Dabi” Todoroki x Black!Fem!Reader x Keigo “Hawks” Takami

Synopsis: In which a night home with your man turns into one of pure terror and a walk on the dark side when you get the feeling that you’re being followed. After coming home to an empty house when your man gets caught up at work, you realize, terrifyingly, that you are right. There are strangers in your house.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS DNI); Dom!DabiHawks x sub!Reader; Rape/Noncon; Home Invasion; Hostage Situation; Fear Play; Edge Play; Knife Play; Gun Play; Degradation; Spitting; Choking; Hair-Pulling; Sensory Play; Bondage; Forced Orgasms; Cum Play; Orgasm Denial + Control; Daddy Kink; BDSM; Spanking; Unprotected PIV + Anal Sex; Oral + Analingus; Fingering; Forced Deepthroat; Marking; Bruising; Breeding Kink; Double Penetration; Creampie + Throatpie; Facials; Plot-Twist Ending

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: I’ve had this idea for a looooong ass time & figured there’d be no time to write it like now for spooky szn! I hope y’all enjoy & PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNING (T/W). -Jazz

T/W: THIS ONE SHOT CONTAINS CONSENSUAL FEAR PLAY, ELEMENTS OF R*PE & NONCON AS WELL AS OTHER FRIGHTENING SITUATIONS. AFTERCARE IS INCLUDED IN THIS VERSION.

BAD ENDING HERE!

**********

You’ve never been happier to see the clock switch to 7 PM than you are one late autumn Friday night.

You sigh in relief at the front desk near the elevators where you are posted most of your day unless you’re running across the building to different departments or fetching coffee from the lobby’s bistro. You stand with your bag, phone, and trench coat in tow, already having clocked out on your phone.

You are pretty much the only employee to go home from the talent agency you work at besides your boss, security guards, and the sanitary workers who will be here until closing. You have been working at the popular agency downtown as an administrative assistant for three years to the handsome businessman Keigo Takami. You pass him now as you head to your shared department. His office sits on the far left of the polished office with cream-colored walls and wide cubicles for each worker.

You walk to his gorgeous, spacious office and knock on the open door instead of the glass windows to not be rude. He sits behind his desk and immediately picks his head up when he hears you. “I’m headed out now, Mr. Takami!” You call. “Have a good night!”

The handsome blonde sits behind his mahogany desk, his MacBook Air open, and a file in his lap. “Shit, is it 7 already?” He asks, looking at his watch. “I must’ve dozen for a minute.” He stretches, giving you a view of the way his arms and pecs strain against his button-down while his muscular thigh shakes in his gray slacks.

“Thanks again for staying, Y/N, and don’t ever do that again,” he says, winking at you with those crimson eyes that seem to make all the women swoon. “You sure you’ll be okay gettin’ home? It’s a dark night.”

It has been getting darker earlier and earlier since the summer ended and fall made her grand appearance. However, the blocks you take are well-lit and populated when you do happen to walk home, but usually, your boyfriend comes to pick you up. Since he is at work late today, you’re walking. “I live literally ten minutes from here. I’ll be okay.” You give him your boss a reassuring smile and a wave. “See you on Monday!”

Though Keigo still looks worried, he bids you farewell while he takes a bite from the Chinese takeout that you picked up for him earlier. You didn’t mind and you didn’t mind staying late either. A kind and considerate boss like Keigo makes it worth it.

After heading down to the lobby, sliding your employee security card across the desk to sign out, and saying goodnight to the guards, you venture out into the crisp autumn night. The streets are busy and a nice chilly breeze rustles the air. Perfect night for movies with your boyfriend.

As if sensing that you were thinking about him, his ID “Future Hubby” pops up along with his handsome face, black hair, and ocean blue eyes. His burn scars and tattoos do nothing to take away his sexiness. You answer immediately, already heading in the direction of home. “Hello?”

“Hey, baby,” your boyfriend of four years says tiredly. “You got off work?” You feel your stomach flip excitedly and chills tingle up and down your spine at the sound of Touya’s familiar, deep, raspy voice.

“Hey, I’ve been calling you all day,” you say. “Were you real busy today?” You can hear the exhaustion in Touya’s voice. “Yeah, m’sorry, doll. The shop’s been fuckin’ hectic and I didn’t get a chance to call you back.”

Touya, one of the sons of his estranged police chief father Eji Todoroki, is a well-known tattoo artist who owns a shop on the West side, basically half an hour from where you work. He is big with celebrities and online influencers who come to his shop for ink and piercings.

And with his creativity, which is extremely sexy to you, he is never out of business. “No, it’s fine, baby,” you softly respond. “I was just worried.”

His chuckle makes your body feel tingly. “Worry ‘bout yourself, doll. Did you get home yet?” You put the phone between your neck and shoulder blade as you hurried put your coat on and tie it closed against the autumn chill. “No, I just left the building and headed there now. You’re not home yet?”

Touya defeatedly and exhaustively sighs, which is a definite no. “No,” he huffs. “I don’t think I’ll be getting out of here until later tonight, baby, at least until maybe 11. We’re so backed up over here, it’s crazy.” You hear the sound of buzzing ink guns and rock music in the background, indicating that it is, indeed, a crazy, busy night.

“Oh,” you sigh, disappointment blooming in you. “So no movie night?” You were hoping to have a night with your man streaming Netflix and pretending to watch movies while he puts you in every single sex position until dawn. It’s been a while since you’ve had those chill nights with just the two of you due to your busy schedule.

You were also hoping to perhaps finally use the leather ropes he had bought a week ago to “spice things up” in the bedroom. You and Touya were already adventurous, but there are many kinky things you have yet to have tried to bring you closer together…or told him.

Though you know your boyfriend is the kinkiest man you’ve ever met, the kind to spank, choke, and tease you, there are certain “interests” you have that you’re afraid even he would hesitate about.

“I’m sorry, babe,” he somberly says. “We have all weekend together though and we can pretend to watch whatever movie ya want while I put your ass in the mattress.” You shiver at the naughty little promise. “What an apology,” you giggle.

“Listen, you sure you’ll be okay?” he asks, concern in his tone. “I know you’re a big girl and all, but the streets at this time of night are just…” He doesn’t finish. You know he means not safe, but doesn’t want to frighten you.

“Touya, I walk this way all the time,” you sigh. “I’m fine! I’ll let you know when I get in the house, okay? Just don’t torture yourself…that’s my job.”

A naughty smirk crosses your lips as Touya hums in your ear. “In that dress you put on this mornin’? You sure as fuck are doin’ a good job.” You were hoping so much that he would be the one to take it off of you if not fuck you in it tonight. “What about your boss? He didn’t offer you a dick— I mean, car ride?”

You roll your eyes. This man swears that Keigo is out to get you all for himself. Sure, he is a gorgeous man—as a woman, you can see and admit that. Admittedly, you’ve had some not-so-appropriate fantasies about you squished between him and Touya naked, but nothing beyond imagination. “Stop it, Touya,” you criticize him. “He’s my boss and he’s not out to take me from you. You know that.”

Touya gives a throaty laugh just as you hear a bell ring in the background. “If you say so…shit, my next appointment is here, but they can wait.” You begin to head towards home, walking away from your work building. “No, go and tend to your customers. I love you.”

”I love you too, baby,” Touya says, and as usual, those three little words make you swoon. Touya isn’t much of an affectionate guy to others but to you? It’s a whole other story. You just adore him. “See you at home.”

With a smile and a kissing sound, you hang up the phone and place it in your coat pocket along with your keys and pepper spray. You’ve never had to use it in all the time you’ve been working in the city and you hope you never do. You feel comfortable walking your route having done it many times before. You even listen to music as you walk, the sound of your playlist accompanying you as your boots click along the pavement.

All is well. All is good…until you get to the middle point of your route and find a big yellow “Road Work Ahead” sign. The streets are destroyed and men in hard hats are working hard shoveling concrete, ruining your walk. “Dammit,” you huff. There is no way you can make it home on your regular route now.

Taking out your phone, you stand protectively by the nearest building you see and type in your and Touya’s address. Google Maps, as usual, comes through with a shortcut for you. You listen to the automated voice in your AirPod directing you to turn around back where you came and take a left turn. You do so and suddenly, the sounds of the city fall away as you come to an alleyway.

It is a dark, wide one between a hotel building and a restaurant with two green dumpsters and a sewer shield steaming at the end. The end towards your destination. All it takes is just a couple of steps yet you continue to stand at the entrance to the pitch-dark alleyway. Not even one light from a window lights your way towards the finish line.

It shouldn’t be a big deal. Google Maps says that this is the correct way. Plus, people walk through alleys all of the time! Why is this so different for you?

But even as you try to rationalize it, something just feels…off. You can’t explain the way your feet stick to the ground and refuse to move as you stare into the eerily dark alley like it’s the open jaws of a monster out of a storybook. You half expect one to leap out at you.

But you’re only six minutes away from home! You can’t let your paranoia get the better of you. “Fuck it,” you huff. You flick on your flashlight to light your way and begin to walk through the alley.

Maybe it’s just you, but the chill you had standing at the threshold of the alley builds as you walk. The feeling of a specific “wrongness” increases with each step you make, causing you to shift into fight or flight mode. Your footsteps are careful. You keep a hand on your pepper spray. Your eyes are alert, flicking this way and that.

You are aware that you are preparing for a danger that probably isn’t even here, but your body reacts like it is here…close by you…staring at you through the darkness…or right behind you…ready to strike at any second…

Clatter, clatter.

You nearly drop your AirPod out of your ear as you gasp, your heart jumping in your chest. Your stomach turns and your hair stands straight on end as you turn around. Nothing stirs. Not even a single trash bag. You squint through the darkness, flashing your cell phone over the dumpsters. “Hello?” you shakily call. “Is someone there?”

No answer. But you do see the slightest shadow behind one of the dumpsters. You quickly cast the flashlight on it, washing the little mouse there in blinding light. He scurries away, indicating that it was just him making the noise and not a stranger lurking in the darkness. You sigh, but your heart still pounds a mile a minute. “You’re losin’ it, bitch,” you tell yourself. “You’re just paranoid.”

You continue your tentative walk through the alley, humming to yourself to ease your nerves. But try as you may, you still get the gnawing feeling that someone is following you. You sense a strange presence that creates goose pimples on your neck and a cool sweat to break out on your forehead. But instead of turning around, you walk quicker, your footsteps brisk and fast.

Finally, you make it to the end of the alley and the city opens back up to you again. You look down at your map and sure enough, you’re still on the right path. “Oh, thank God,” you whisper and begin to resume your walk home…but that feeling of being watched and stalked follows you all the way to your and Touya’s shared house.

You practically jab your key in the lock and yank the door open before tossing yourself inside to safety. You turn and lock the door, putting the Ring alarm system on for good measure. ”Honey, I’m home!” you call to the empty home.

It is dark, the curtains drawn and the lights shut. It is as you and Touya leave your house every morning before leaving for work. However, you’re so used to him coming home before you, bringing the house to life with lights and the spicy smell of curry. It feels cold coming home to an empty house…

And…quite unsettling. Or maybe that’s just the stupid paranoia you’re feeling. Even when Miku, your and Touya’s little white dog, comes up to you happily barking, you still feel odd. “Hey, baby girl,” you coo, petting the dog’s soft fur. “You want a snacky snack?” The dog’s ears immediately perk up and she scurried to the kitchen.

Quickly, you take off your shoes, dig your phone out of your pocket, and toss your coat aside. Time for decompression and self-care. You walk to the kitchen in your pretty work dress that hugs your soft, cubby form and pantyhose, the reminder to send Touya a text in the back of your mind.

After feeding Miku some of her favorite mini milk bone treats, you help yourself to the bottle of Moscato in the fridge. You take a wine glass and pour yourself some, joy filling you at the mere sight of the white wine.

As soon as you take a sip of the crisp wine, your cell phone rings. Taking the glass with you, you quickly walk back to the living room and check the caller ID, expecting Touya. But an unknown number stares back at you. You’re confused but you answer anyway, expecting a robo-call or a scam. “Hello?” you ask, putting on your professional voice.

You get no answer. Actually, don’t get any sound whatsoever. There is just…silence.

“Hellooo?” you sing, confused. You turn the volume up to hear the person better. You even look at the phone to make sure you didn’t accidentally hang up. And then, you hear it. It is faint and you almost miss it, but it’s there: faint breathing on the other end.

Freaked out, you quickly hang up, place the phone on the couch, and scowl at the call. “Weirdo,” you scoff. Must’ve been some freak trying to get his rocks off to a pretty girl’s voice.

You walk back to the kitchen to score the fridge for some leftover curry from last night, but your phone rings again. You groan and walk back to answer the call, once again finding an unknown caller ID. “Hello?” you answer, albeit irritated.

“Hi, is this Mina?” a deep, gravelly voice asks. It takes you off guard for a moment, making chills roll down your spine. “Touya?” You whisper, unsure.

“Sorry, who?” He asks. No, this voice is too deep and scratchy…though Touya does sound like he smokes a pack a day. “Sorry, do I have the wrong number? I was looking for a coworker, Mina Brown.”

You blink, snapping out of it. “Uh…no, sorry, there’s no Mina here.” The voice sighs, sounding disappointed and embarrassed. “I’m sorry miss, for the mistake. I had a date with this girl tonight and must’ve dialed the wrong number. I think she must’ve stood me up.”

There is a certain way the stranger curls his voice around each word, drawing you to them. Despite his unknown identity, his voice is quite attractive. And he sounds kind. “Oh, well, I’m sorry to hear that,” you say, genuine and sweet. “I’d take a message if I knew her.”

The man chuckles, the sound stirring something in you. “Well, ain’t that sweet of you. It’s a shame you’re not my coworker, but I’m sure I’d intimidate you.” He chuckles again, the sound oh-so-sexy and dark. It gives you a familiar shiver that only your Touya can do. You smirk, realizing that your Touya is on the phone.

You play into his little game of cat and mouse, knowing that he is a man for the chase. You are also a woman of excitement. “Oh?” You purr into the phone, plopping down on the couch. “How so?”

“Well, you just sound too sweet,” he explains. “You sound small too.” You laugh incredulously, playing with your pointed, painted nails. “I sound small? How?”

He laughs as if he knows a secret that he doesn’t intend to tell you. “I can just tell. I don’t think you could handle a guy like me, let alone two of some motherfuckers like me.”

You quirk an eyebrow, wondering where he’s going with this. “Two?” you quip. “Mmm, maybe, maybe not. I’m a girl of secrets.”

“Oh, are you?” There is a slight hint of a smirk in Touya’s voice when he asks you this, making your panties tighter than usual. “Would you want to tell them to me over dinner tonight?”

“But I thought you had a date with this Mina girl,” you giggle. “But you wouldn’t dare cheat on me, would you, Touya? Are you comin’ home to me soon?”

The line is suddenly silent and you believe he hung up. “Hello?” you ask, your heart suddenly jumping. “Touya? You there?”

“You wanna know how I know you’re a small girl?” he suddenly asks in his raspy, baritone voice. You don’t reply, your throat suddenly parched. “Because I can see you. And I told you before, love: I’m not Touya.”

The world suddenly freezes and your body is on high alert. You rise from the couch and look toward the curtain-drawn windows. Suddenly, you feel exposed. “Okay,” you carefully reply. “So who is this?” The line cuts and all you get is beeping that makes your skin roil. “Hello?” you shakily ask. Nothing.

Tossing your cell aside on the couch, you stalk to the curtains and carefully pull them back. The blinds are down, shielding you from the world as they always are when you leave the house. You and Touya wouldn’t have it any other way. But…could there possibly be someone out there who saw you go in the house? Someone you don’t know?

You reach out two shaky fingers to peel back one of the blinds, but the sharp sound of your home telephone ringing stops you. A cry of fear escapes you and you place a hand on your pounding heart. The house phone rings in the kitchen, shrill and horrible given the circumstances. You stalk towards it and answer, fury pumping in you. “Listen, stop fuckin’ callin’ here or I’ll—“

“Uh…sorry, this is an order for Touya Todoroki from Amazon,” the voice carefully says. This one is softer and silkier with a slight hint of a rasp in it. “I’m right outside with the package. I had called Mr. Todoroki, but he didn’t answer, so I called his house number.”

Your racing mind slowly processes the stranger’s words. “Oh, you sigh, relieved. Amazon is known for making late orders. “Well, can’t you just leave it on the step?” You shoot a wary look at the door.

“Unfortunately, no, ma’am,” the man replies. “Our new protocol calls for the person who ordered or someone in the household to sign for it because of the trend of stolen packages lately.” You never heard of such a protocol, but then again, he is right about the package stealing. Though the idea of opening your door scares you, it is only for a couple of seconds. “Okay, I’m coming.”

Begrudgingly, you walk to the front door, turn off the Ring, and open the door a crack. You expect to see an Amazon driver in their uniform outside, but you see no one. Nothing but trees swaying in the breeze and an empty street. “Um…where are you?” you sternly ask. “What is this, some kind of joke?”

The man hums, the sound giving you goosebumps. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” he dreamily sighs. “You just look so damn cute from this angle.”

Instantly, you slam the door shut and lock it. “Fuck you,” you scoff. “Don’t ever call here again, you creep!”

“Don’t hang up,” he demands, but you cut him off by pressing the button to end the call.

As soon as you do, you hear something clatter in the kitchen, like a pan falling. You let out a yelp and drop your phone on the floor. You stare from the living room into the kitchen, refusing to move from your spot. Everything is still, but the anxious feeling in your stomach remains.

“H-Hello?” you call. “Miku, is that you?” You expect to hear your little dog let out a bark at the sound of her name, but you hear nothing. Not even the sound of her claws clicking against the floor.

Instead of a little white dog, what you’re met with is a man. He suddenly appears in front of you from the kitchen, stepping out like he owns the home he is intruding in. He is dressed all in black—black jeans, a black sweatshirt, black boots, and a black ski mask where you can only see his eyes. They are crimson and sharp like a hawk’s. “No,” he replies. “I put him out back to piss.”

You freeze, your entire body turning into a block of ice. You can’t move. You can’t even speak. The stranger’s eyes squint as he smiles at you. “My, you’re much finer up close.” His voice is silky and slightly muffled by the mask, but you recognize it as the Amazon worker you just spoke with. “Who are you?” you demand. “H-How’d you get in here?”

The stranger raises his shoulders and then drops them, passive. “You just weren’t quick enough lockin’ that door, baby girl,” he sighs. “We slipped right through when you got home earlier.” You blink at him, confused. We?

Suddenly, an arm wraps around you from the back, and cool metal presses against your throat. “Boo,” a voice whispers in your ear. It is gravelly and deep, frighteningly familiar. It’s the same voice you spoke to earlier thinking it was Touya. ‘Oh, my God,’ you think. How did they get in here?

“Don’t move or this knife is goin’ through that neck,” the second stranger demands. “I’d rather not do that before I get the chance to kiss it.” He, too, is wearing a ski mask as he presses his face into your hair and inhales your scent. He smells of cigarette smoke, the scent invading your nostrils.

“Oh, God,” you shakily whisper. “Please don’t hurt me.” The first stranger chuckles, arms behind his back as he walks toward you. “Oh, but girls like you like to be hurt. We can tell, can’t we, D?”

The second stranger nods, tightening his hold on you. “Mmm,” he hums in agreement. “That ass is beggin’ to be abused in that dress.” He presses himself against you from behind, giving you a feel of his bulge. You gasp, realizing with horror that he is hard.

The first stranger is too. You can tell by the bulge outlined by his jeans. “Oh, where are my manners? I’m Hawks and this is my partner, Dabi, who is just as crazy of a motherfucker as me.”

“Hawks is also the same guy you rudely hung up on earlier after he told you not to,” Dabi growls into your ear. He presses the knife a little more into your throat, giving you just a bite of the sharp blade.

You swallow, tears pricking your eyes. He chuckles, the sound making chills explode on your skin. “Such a feisty little bitch when a knife ain’t at ya throat.”

Hawks chuckles almost sinisterly, his hand resting at his pocket. He must have a weapon too. You can’t stop the tears from falling, your fear taking over. “You see, darlin’, we’ve been watchin’ you for a long time,” Hawks explains. “You think this is the first time we’ve seen you or that you’ve seen us?”

“We’ve had our eyes on you for a while,” Dabi adds. “We’ve watched you when you walked to work. When you got in your car to go wherever the fuck. When you’d be snuggled up with your man on the couch.” He laughs to himself. “Such a stupid little whore. You didn’t even realize it.”

“And now we’re here to finally take what we want,” Hawks purrs.

You’re horrified when you process their terrifying words. They’ve been watching you? No wonder they knew how to get in. They’ve probably studied you from the windows outside, followed you around to know your every move.

The idea that these two have been following close behind you, lurking in the shadows while you went about your life so obviously is like a horror movie to you. But for how long was this happening? And why didn’t you realize it sooner?

“What do you want?” you sob. “Money? You can have it! I-I have some cash in my wallet a-and I can give you my—“

Hawks and Dabi cut you off when they begin laughing. The sound takes you aback. “Oh, no, baby bird,” Hawks chuckles. “We don’t want your money. Believe me, we’ve got plenty of that.” He smirks, evident by his tone. “No, we want somethin’ more than that.”

Anyone else would recognize the predatory look that has appeared in his blood-colored irises, but you don’t. You’re too scared to think about anything but surviving. “T-Then take it!” you stammer. “You can have whatever you want! Anything!”

Hawks’ bushy, blonde brows raise. “Anything?” he suggestively asks. Instantly, you realize your very bad mistake. “Then what would you say if we said we wanted you and that body of yours?”

He waltzes up to you and raises one gloved hand to caress your cheek. “What would you think if we said we wanted to fuck that pretty mouth, that tight pussy, and maybe even that ass, hm?”

Your mind is moving in slow motion, every word too hard to process. “I-I…”

Dabi tightens his hold on you, making you gasp when you realize that your arms are caught under his hold. “Answer the goddamn question,” he growls in your ear. The knife feels like it’s going deeper into your throat. “I-I don’t know!” You sob, tears spilling down your cheeks. “Please don’t hurt me!”

Hawks coos to you, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. “Oh, but, baby, you want to be hurt. The pain that we’re gonna give you is gonna feel so, so good.” He nods at Dabi who releases you, now replaced by Hawks’ arms wrapping tightly around you and turning you to face his partner.

He is taller than Hawks, but you can see he is still packing muscle under his black T-shirt and jeans. He wears boots and a ski mask too where you can only see two ice-blue eyes intensely gazing at you from the opening. His face and arms are laced in burns, but inked tattoos rope his arms down to his gloved hands.

“And you’ll love it because we said so,” Hawks whispers in your ear. He smells of cologne and autumn leaves. “Now are you gonna be a good girl and do everything we say?”

Click.

“I wouldn’t want to use this if you don’t,” he says, his tone sickeningly soft and sweet despite the fact that he has a gun and is threatening to use it.

Shakingly, you nod and bite your wobbly lip to keep from crying. “Good girl,” he coos and presses a kiss to your cheek. “See? You’re already doin’ a great job for us.”

He nods at Dabi again and suddenly, you’re being hoisted over his partner’s broad shoulder and carried upstairs. "No, please!” you gasp. “Don’t!”

Smack!

The sharp sting of Dabi’s hand on your jiggly ass stuns you into silence. Shut the fuck up and don’t move,” he orders. “Or this hand is smackin’ that pretty face next.” Hopelessly, you quiet down except for some soft sobs that escape your body as you venture upstairs through the dark hallway.

Dabi and Hawks decide on yours and Touya’s shared bedroom, much to your dismay. Dabi kicks the door open, revealing the clean, dark, lavender-scented room and king-sized bed to ravage you on. “Get her inside and sit her on the bed. I’ll lock the door,” Hawks instructs.

He pauses, snickering to himself. “Not that she’ll be goin’ anywhere,” he chuckles.

You look up in time to see him rummaging through a bedroom drawer and retrieving your leather rope. ‘Oh, God,’ you think in horror. A sinking feeling of dread takes over you when you realize what they plan to do to you. Dabi tosses you onto the bed and flips you over onto your stomach, making you yelp. “Grab her arms,” he growls. “I’ll get her legs.”

He stands on one side of the bed while Hawks stands on the other. He tosses some rope to Dabi and both begin working to tie you up. You try to struggle as Dabi grabs your ankles, tying them together. “No, please!” You wail. “Please don’t do this! My boyfriend is coming—“

“He ain’t comin’, you lyin’ slut,” he snarls. “Now stop pissin’ me off or we’ll have to gag you.” Once again, you’re silenced as he works to tie your ankles. Hawks kneels on the bed to tie your wrists behind your back, restricting all movement.

Once they finish, they stand back and admire their handiwork. “Like a sexy little Christmas gift,” Hawks comments.

Dabi hums in agreement. “Now…let’s get these pretty clothes off of that little body.” Your hairs stand when you hear a switchblade open. Dabi begins by teasingly dragging the cold blade over your skin, from your neck to your shoulders. “What is that, baby doll?” He huskily asks.

You swallow hard, struggling to breathe through your fear. “A-A knife,” you shakily answer. Hawks applauds you, planting a kiss on your forehead. “Good girl! Maybe you aren’t as stupid as we thought…though I do like my sluts a little dumb.”

Dabi chuckles sinisterly. “I do too. We’ll have to work in some trainin’, huh?” The tip of the blade glides up to the top of your dress.

Rrrrrrip.

You gasp, realizing that he’s cutting your designer dress off of your body. “No, no, please don’t! N-Not my dress!” Dabi doesn’t listen, still cutting away at the fabric as you plead and sob. You begin to scream, in fear that the knife could slip and slice you. In fear of what will happen next.

Suddenly, a hand shoots out to grab your hair and stuff your face into the bed. “STOP SCREAMING!” Dabi screams, his raspy voice bouncing off of the walls. You do as he says, but your whimpering cannot be stopped.

Hawks’ grows harder from the sound, his hard bulge in your face. “Aw, listen to the little slut, Dabi,” he tuts. “She sounds so cute beggin’ like that. I can’t wait to hear all of that beggin’ and pleadin’ while she bounces on my cock.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Dabi growls. She’s loud as fuck anyway.” Finally, the dress is ripped off of you, leaving you in only your panties and stockings. “Lace?” He asks humorously. He pulls back the elastic waistband and snaps it back against your skin.

“No bra?!” Hawks guffaws. “Oooh, you’re just beggin’ to be fucked, baby girl. I bet you walk around in shit like this all the time at work, don’tcha, slut?”

Sniffling, you shake your head. You’re not a greedy little slut like that. You just like to look pretty.

“Uh-huh,” Hawks replies, tsking. “You little liar. You’re just hopin’ someone will take you aside, lift up your tight dress, and fuck you over a desk, right?” He takes two fingers and uses them to lift your chin up to look up at him, distracting you from Dabi cutting your panties off of you.

“N-No,” you whimper, but Dabi stuffs your own panties in your mouth before you can finish. You yelp as your mouth is suddenly stuffed in cotton and the taste of you. He chuckles at the sight of you now. “That’s muuuch better.”

Hawks thoughtfully taps a finger to his chin. “Something is missing though….right! I’ve got it!”

You watch him take something out of his pocket: a satin blindfold. Oh, no. “Hold still, baby,” he chuckles before putting the blindfold over your eyes. You are now in total darkness and totally at the mercy of these strange men.

Why does the idea of that make you feel so horny? It’s sick. It’s disgusting. You feel like a depraved, deviant little whore even feeling this way, but you’ve never been wetter in your entire life!

“God, that’s hot!” Hawks groans. “Seein’ her like this is makin’ me so fuckin’ hard. I’m sure you’ve got the same issue, D.” You suddenly feel his bulge hot and hard against your lips. “You feel that, little bitch? That’s aaall because of you.”

Another hard cock presses against your ass as Dabi cuts off your bra. Now you are completely exposed. Tears soak your blindfold from your old tears as the cool air hits your skin pimpled in goosebumps. You whimper as you feel the cold blade of Dabi’s knife press against your skin.

“Ya feel that?” He whispers. You nod as carefully as you can. “Careful, doll. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself, plus this carpet looks expensive. I doubt you can get blood out of it.”

His hand laces through your hair and wrenches your head back. You grunt at the sharp pain exploding from your scalp. “So if you even think of tryin’ somethin’ funny when we ungag you, you won’t like what happens next.”

Suddenly, you feel two naked fingers probing your entrance, swirling around your slit. “I doubt that, D!” Hawks laughs. “Look at how wet her pussy is! She loves this shit!”

More fingers invade your pussy, making you whine in protest through your panty gag. Dabi hums pleasantly at the sight of your glistening, wet cunt. “Oh, you devious little girl. This is gettin’ you off? You kinky little bitch.”

He gives your pussy a harsh smack, making you jump which makes him laugh. “Let’s give this kinky little bitch what she needs, D,” Hawks suggests, his voice filled with lust. You feel his hand in your hair, stroking the burning area from Dabi’s yanking.

“You gonna listen to everythin’ we say?” He softly asks, but there is an underlayer of seriousness there. You know better than to say no.

So when he takes the gag out of your mouth, you say what they expect of you: “Yes,” you whimper.

Smack!

Another harsh slap to your cunt makes you whine in pain from the sharp sting. “That’s 'yes, sirs,’” Hawks corrects you. “Or Daddies. You get to choose tonight, baby! Consider that our reward to you. Now try again.”

You swallow hard, your throat dry and thick from crying. “Yes, sirs,” you whisper. “I promise I’ll listen.” You’ll have to if you want to see your boyfriend again.

Your answer pleases your two assailants and they begin to strip for you. Your ears perk and your stomach roils at the sound of fabric rustling, belt buckles loosening, and zippers coming down. You know what will come next for you and there is no escaping it. Suddenly, something warm, soft, and wet presses against your bottom lip, running indecently across your mouth.

You feel something else slapping against your cheek, hard and warm. It doesn’t take all of your brain power to realize that they are cocks in your face. “Feel that, mama?” Hawks teasingly asks. “Are these cocks nice and big? Think you can take both of ‘em?”

He presses his head against your soft lips, forcing you to give it a kiss. ”Oh, I’m sure you can. You know how to handle a big dick, right?”

“Get her to kneel,” Dabi gruffly demands. I’m goin’ first.” Both men hoist you up and force you onto your knees like a puppet on strings, controlling your every move. You have no choice but to follow. With your ankles and wrists tied and your eyesight still cut off, you’re helpless.

“Open your fuckin’ mouth,” Dabi orders. You do so, your plump lips wobbling and your tongue out the way Touya likes. Maybe Dabi will like it too. He gives you your answer when he taps his cock head against your tongue, giving you a taste of his dick piercing. He then sinks his cock deep inside your mouth, filling it to the brim with his thick, veiny shaft.

You nearly choke, taken aback at all of that dick. He slips in so far that his balls touch your chin and you have to breathe through your nostrils so you don’t choke. “Take me deep, mama,” he growls. “C’mon, open that throat. Don’t piss me off.” His hand grasps your hair, giving him leverage as he begins to roughly fuck your throat like it’s a fleshlight.

Grunts and moans leave Dabi’s mouth as he pounds your throat, pulling your head back and forth onto his length. It is quite difficult to suck dick without using your hands, so you’re forced to take every inch of him despite your gagging and the choking, wet sounds leaving your throat.

Hawks watches on, stroking himself as he does. You can hear him do so, his soft moans drifting to your ears. “So obedient,” he sighs. “And so wet. You were just aching for this kinda treatment, weren’t you?”

Finally, Dabi releases you, taking his long dick out of your mouth. You suck in a deep breath, swallowing your own spit and his pre-cum even though most drips down your chin.

“My turn,” Hawks whispers, taking hold of your head. “Brace yourself, baby bird, ‘cause I won’t be nice.” He slides in with a moan, filling you up just as much as Dabi did.

Hawks is thicker than Dabi—you can tell by how he stretches out your throat as he fucks it, slamming in and out, in and out. “Shit, that throat is tight!” He moans, gripping your hair. Your throat protests from the constant, unwanted stimulation, making you gag and wheeze.

“Don’t take too long,” Dabi impatiently growls. “I want to fuck it some more too.” His hand grips your throat, unintentionally massaging Hawks’ cock while he is balls deep inside of it. “And you’d better not use no teeth,” he growls.

Hawks finally finishes his turn and you’re passed off to Dabi again. At this point, your jaw aches and your entire face feels sticky, but you don’t refuse him. “Oh, look at that face!” Hawks cackles. “All that spit, all that drippin’ makeup…baby bird, you look a sexy little mess.” He dreamily sighs, wiping at your cheek. “I wish you could use yourself. Actually…”

The blindfold suddenly moves off of your eyes, the dark veil lifted. The duo only stripped from the waist down, revealing only their feet, thick, muscular thighs, and hard dicks. Now, with your eyes open, you can finally see what your assailants’ cocks look like.

Hawks has tanner skin with muscular legs sinewy blonde hair and a toned, bare stomach leading down to a thick, uncut cock. Dabi slides himself out of your mouth to give you a view of his cock—he is long, curved, and piercing at the base and tip. His thighs are paler and his stomach is coated in fine hair and tattoos.

He shoves himself back in again, making your eyes tear, while Hawks nods at your open closet door where your mirror is. ”Lucky us that you have a mirror,” he chuckles. “Look at us fuckin’ your throat and don’t you dare look away. Look at that dumb little slut takin’ all of that cock like a big girl.”

You do as he says and watch yourself, seeing how Dabi controls your head and your mouth as he fucks it stupid. Your makeup is a wreck, all of your lipstick smudged, your chubby cheeks tear-stained, and your mascara running.

You are so focused on the broken, used girl staring back at you in the mirror that you accidentally graze Dabi with your teeth. He grunts in pain and flinches, glaring at you. ”Bitch,” he growls, “I said no teeth.”

His hand grips your chin as his other hand strikes you across the face. “I-I’m sorry!” you sob. “I won’t do it again!”

Hawks steps in, tutting. “Cut her some slack, D. I was distractin’ her.” He begins to lovingly stroke your burning cheek. “Don’t worry, baby bird. I’ll make it all better after you take more of my cock, okay?”

“Please—“ But your sentence is cut off by another dick sliding down your throat. Hawks groans as he roughly fucks your sloppy, tight little throat while Dabi strokes his dick in your face, forcing you to keep looking at the mirror. “Look at yourself,” he demands. “Look at how good you’re bein’ for us. Keep it up, doll, and we won’t be so hard on you.”

He leans in, his lips at your ear. “But you love that shit, don’t you?” You realize with fresh tears that maybe you do. “She’s such a good little cocksucker, ain’t she?” Hawks moans. “Maybe this is what she gets up to at work…just the little office slut who gets paid to suck and fuck.”

They continue to take turns using and abusing your throat until finally, they get sick of it. You cough and wheeze, finally able to breathe as spit and pre-drip down your chin. But this isn’t the end–the duo’s predatory, menacing gazes tell you that.

“Get her on the fuckin’ bed,” Dabi growls. “I need to be inside that body now.”

Your body tenses in fear, realizing that what they intend to do to you is soon coming to fruition. “Hold your horses, D!” Hawks laughs as he ties the blindfold around your eyes again. “We’ve gotta get the bitch ready for us first. Those tight little holes need some affection.”

He and Dabi hoist you up and force you into position–face down, ass up. Hawks presses his mouth to your ear along with the cold barrel of a gun to your lips. “Don’t move while we do this. If you do, you won’t enjoy what happens next. Understand?”

Your bottom lip wobbles furiously feeling the gun press in it. “Yes, sir,” you whisper, your voice raw from the constant throatfucking. Hawks kisses your cheek. “Good girl. Now what hole do you wanna taste, Dabi?”

You feel Dabi’s rough, ringed fingers palm your ass. “Just as long as I get to fuck one, I don’t care. Just remember who’s got the best tongue here.”

Hawks scoffs and rolls his scarlet eyes behind his mask. “You say that just because of that piercing. But we’ll see whose tongue she likes best.”

Dabi gives your ass a smack, the rings making your skin burn more. “Spread ‘em, baby doll,” he growls. You do as he wants and he spreads your asscheeks apart. His hot breath on both of your holes makes your body buck.

But nothing makes you shake like the cold metal you suddenly feel on your pussy. “W-What is that?” you gasp. It’s definitely not a toy or a knife.

“Nothin’ you need to worry about,” Hawks replies. “...If you do as we say.” He continues to rub your pussy with the unknown object, teasing your clit. The cold metal against your hot, sensitive bud makes you whimper and moan, your thighs struggling to hold still.

Especially when Dabi begins to kiss, bite, lick, and suck on your ass. Hawks laughs, taking the object away. “Who knew a gun would make such a great sex toy, hm? You’re wetter than you were before!” You’ve never been so relieved to feel a pair of fingers before as he begins to toy with your pussy like it’s his.

Suddenly, Hawks takes his digits away and a tongue replaces them. It is hot, wet, and long yet the tip is slightly cold against your hot skin, indicating Dabi’s piercing. His tongue slithers along your cunt, slurping up every drop of your wetness. You hate how good it feels.

“O-Oh!” you gasp against his mouth. Hawks palms your ass this time, watching in enjoyment as Dabi eats your gushing pussy. “That’s it, baby bird,” he coos. “Just relax and be a good little doll for him.”

Dabi hums appreciatively at your taste, his pussy-eating becoming more feral and hungry. His tongue flicks so quickly against your clit that you can barely focus on your breathing. Just as his tongue enters you, Hawks’ thumb enters your asshole.

You gasp at the sensation, feeling stuffed to the brim. He hums pleasantly at your reaction and at your hole squeezing around his thumb slick with his saliva. “Fuck, you’re so tight here, mama,” he hisses. “I can only imagine how you’ll take a dick in this little hole.”

He pulls his thumb out and replaces it with his tongue, following Dani’s quick, merciless tongue strokes. You moan and whine into the bed, your body feeling like it’s going to explode from the immense pleasure despite it being forced upon you. “A-Ah, fuck!” you sob. “Oh, fuck, please! Please slow down! I-I can’t—“

Smack!

A hand slaps you hard on your soft, fat ass. “Quiet,” Dabi snaps. “You’re gonna take what we fuckin’ give you. Dumb whores like you don’t get a say.” Hawks pulls away from your ass, a string of saliva on his bottom lip. “And if you wanna cum, I suggest you listen, baby girl…or do you not wanna cum?”

Instantly, Dabi pauses and just like that, the euphoric feeling is stripped away from you. “No, no, don’t stop!” you beg, delirious from pleasure. “Please don’t stop! Make me cum, please!” You need to cum. Your mind will break if you don’t.

Satisfied, the duo continues to bring you to orgasm, their tongues and jaws moving at a furious pace. “Keep begging,” Dabi demands. “Tell us you’re ours.”

You’ll tell them whatever they want at this point. Anything to reach that peak. “I-I’m yours!” you cry, tears soaking your blindfold. “I’m all yours! Ah, f-fuck, I’m cumming!”

With a broken moan, your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave and you orgasm all over yourself and your assailants’ tongues. They moan, deep and low, in appreciation for your taste and greedily slurp up each ounce of cum.

They lick at your holes until you become overstimulated. Your loud moans of release fade into soft, broken whimpers and hiccups as the pleasure becomes absolute agony. Finally, Dabi pulls away from your pussy. “Look at this mess you made,” he tsks. “Now you have to clean it all up.”

His hand grasps your chin and forces you to kiss him, your lips smashing against his. His pierced tongue swirls with yours, forcing you to taste yourself off of him.

Hawks snatches you away to do the same, making you taste the cum that slipped down your asscrack. You gasp into the rough, sloppy kiss, feeling overstimulated everywhere. “I think those holes are slick enough for us now,” he huskily whispers. “You wanna flip a coin, D?”

Dabi grunts in disagreement. “Nah. I get her pussy. We already discussed that.” He grabs you and positions you into his desired position: on his lap in cowgirl. With your arms and legs still tied, he has to hold you up and position his cock between your thighs. When you feel his hard, throbbing shaft push against your asscheeks, doom roils in your stomach. You know what’s coming next.

“Please,” you beg. “You don’t have to do this.”

You know it’s useless though. There is no escaping this. “Don’t act like you don’t want this, doll,” Dabi whispers. “You said you can handle guys like us, right? Well, here’s your chance to prove it.”

Finally, he lifts his hips up and pushes himself deep inside of you. You gasp as your cunt stretches around him, your back arching instantly into him.

Dabi palms one of your tits, taking one of your hard nipples into his fingers. “Don’t fight it, baby,” he whispers. “Just take it.” As he pinches one of your nipples, he begins to thrust his cock up inside of you in deep, long, fast strokes like a jackhammer. Pleasure and pain mingle, creating an intoxicating cocktail. Your breaths come out in huffs and moans as Dabi bounces you like a bunny on his cock, making you take every inch of him.

“Fuck!” he groans. “You’re so fuckin’ wet for this.” He grips your ass so hard that he’ll leave bruises. “Nasty little bitch. Tell Daddy you love this shit.” He leans in, latching his lips and teeth onto your neck with every intention of leaving a hickey. You whine in response, too cock drunk to answer. Your body aches from the restraints and your pussy quivers with every mindblowing thrust.

“Tell me you love it when I fuck you,” Dabi growls. “Tell me you love bein’ our little slut. TELL ME!”

His hand wraps around your throat, giving you a threatening squeeze. “I love it!” you practically scream. “I love being your little slut, I promise!”

Dabi laughs, the sound dark and menacing among the slapping of his thighs and balls against you. “Yeah, you do,” Hawks chuckles. He suddenly appears behind you and you feel his cock slap against your plump ass. “And you’ll love this too…or not. I really don’t give a fuck, but you are gonna cum whether you want to or not.”

He pushes you forward into Dabi’s hard chest who forcefully holds you down as your ass is presented to Hawks. His cock gently probes your asshole, slick and ready. “Now open up for me, baby bird.”

“Wait, wait!” you protest, but it’s too late. Hawks pushes and your body seizes as your asshole forcefully stretches around Hawks’ cock. You cry out at the burning sensation, feeling like you’re a balloon that is being pumped with too much air.

“Shit!” Hawks swears, gripping your hips. “Such a tight little hole you’ve got, baby. What, your man don’t fuck you here?” He, too, begins to thrust his hips into your hole, forcing you to open up for him with every thrust.

You are a gasping, whimpering mess, your holes stuffed to the brim. “Ah, ah, fuck, i-it’s too much! Oh, God, stop! It hurts!”

You begin to squirm, trying in vain to escape them, but Hawks holds you down. “Uh-uh, don’t you fuckin’ run from me,” he threateningly growls. “You’re gonna take both of our cocks like a good girl. I could’ve damn well stuck my gun in your tight little ass instead, so be grateful that it’s my dick.”

He takes your chin in his hand, wrenching your head back despite you crying out in pain. “Just relax, baby bird,” he coos in your ear. “Just let us use your body. You’ve got no say in it, so you might as well let it happen.”

Soon, they begin to fuck you in unison, one pushing in while the other pulls out and slams into you again. Your holes tighten and clench around their cocks, protesting the rough stimulation, but they don’t stop. They push and pull you into their bodies, using you as if you’re no more than a ragdoll.

“This is what you wanted, baby doll,” Dabi grunts. “So this is what you fuckin’ get. Fuck her harder, Hawks. I wanna see this slut cum over and over again for us.”

Hawks obliges, putting his entire body into pounding into your tight hole with Dabi jackhammers up into you. The bedsprings creaks furiously from their movements and the room is filled with the sounds of grunts, moans, and the squelching of your pussy.

Your voice is the loudest… evidently, too loud because Hawks puts your panties back in your mouth. “Sorry, babes, but you were too loud,” he chuckles. “Your moans are so pretty, but Daddy needs his eardrums.”

Dabi grips your throat, making you look at him despite your blindfold. “I can’t wait to fill this pussy up,” he moans. “Can’t wait to give you these babies. And you’re gonna love it, aren’t you?” You whine in protest, making him cackle. “Your pussy feels like it will. Hawks, take that shit off of her. I wanna see her eyes when she cums.”

Panting and moaning, Hawks takes the blindfold off of you, allowing you to see. Two ice blue eyes stare deep into your soul, Dabi’s face the only covered thing on him. “You’re gonna remember this forever,” he growls. “We’ll make sure of it.”

“We’re gonna fuckin’ ruin you, baby!” Hawks laughs, his thrusts speeding up with Dabi. “Now cum for us. Be a good little slut for us, mkay?”

Your orgasm builds and builds and builds until it comes tumbling down over you. Dabi’s cock and pelvis rubbing your clit and abusing your G-spot over and over again triggers you to climax. With a moan of anguish at cumming from a cock that isn’t your boyfriend’s, you gush all over Dabi’s cock, screaming around the panty gag.

The two men furiously chase their highs, fucking your holes in tandem, until they finally explode inside of you with matching grunts of release.

You gasp as feel their nut gush into your holes and drip down your thighs. You are so filled that the two fresh loads gush out of you, staining the bed. They even pull out to cum on your tits and ass, completely coating you in their scent until your skin is sticky and wet with their spunk. When the fog of your orgasm fades, you are left with nothing but exhaustion. Overcome with it, you collapse against Dabi’s chest.

With a soft moan, Hawks slowly pulls out of your ass despite your hiss at the sting. “Damn, man, she is fucked up,” he chuckles. “We really did a number on her.”

Dabi stays inside of you, keeping his cum plugged inside of your pussy. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close. “Our job here is done then,” he sighs.

“Touya,” you gasp through ragged breaths. “Please.”

Immediately, the two men look at you in joint concern, their roles as Dabi and Hawks, the ruthless, merciless, toxic men who broke into your house and took you by force, dropping immediately. 

Touya snatches off his mask, revealing his face and white hair. “What is it, baby?” he softly asks. “What do you need?” He cups your face in his hands, his eyes searching yours for an answer. Water,” you whisper. 

Keigo takes off his mask and jumps off of the bed naked. “I’ll get it,” he announces and hurries to the bathroom to get a glass for you. Touya gently lays you down on the bed and unties your wrists and ankles, rubbing the kinks out of them and easing the burning sensation from them with some oil. He then cuddles you to him, his arms secure and warm. 

“Shh, it’s okay,” he shushes you. “You did so well for us, doll. You’re such a good girlfriend to me.” Your body melts into his the more you breathe in the fruity smell of the massage oil and his scent of cigarette smoke. You still feel tired, but not used or broken. You still have your man and he loves you. 

Even pretending to be a home invader and roughing you up alongside your boss cannot change that. It is all proof of that. You don’t know anyone else who would agree to this dark, sexual fantasy but Touya…except for Keigo, of course. He comes back with your glass of water and hands it to Touya.“She okay?” he worriedly asks. 

Your boyfriend nods, handing you the glass. “Yeah, just sub dropping. She’ll be fine in a few.” He gently tilts the glass to your lips, coaxing you to sip. “Just drink your water, babe. Don’t leave a single drop.” You do as he says and open your lips to sip the cool, steady stream of water as if you are a baby bird being fed. 

When you finish, you feel much better. “Thatta girl,” Touya praises, gently kissing you. “Now lay down and relax. You’re okay. We’re the only ones here.” He lays you down in the middle of his and Keigo’s bodies, the moonlight shining over you and them. “Well, I hope she had fun,” Keigo laughs lightly. “I certainly did.” 

Touya laughs with him, their deep, sexy laughs filling you with a warm, tingly sensation. “Oh, I know she did,” your man states. Because you did. “Thanks again for agreein’ to this, man.” 

Keigo tuts, his hand gently stroking down your backside. “How could I refuse fucking the brains of my cute little assistant out of her head? And bringing her kinky little fantasy to life, no less.” 

Touya smirks, his teeth glinting in the moonlight. “Betcha didn’t think you had such a freaky little slut workin’ for ya.” You shiver at the degrading words falling from his lips. “Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, Touya,” Keigo smirkingly replies. “I always knew, but a home invasion is somethin’ else!” 

His hand travels farther down to caress your hips, his touch gentle and loving. “You’ve got a good girl to call your own,” he whispers, his crimson eyes staring at you in adoration. 

Touya chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Oh, I know and she’s my good girl,” he purrs. “Aren’t you, doll?” You whimper tiredly in response, but a small smile crosses your lips. All is well. All is safe. 

THE END.