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Stepdad Touya x reader 18+

ᗪᗩY 3: ᑕᕼᗴᗩTᗴᖇ

𝗧𝘄 : 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆? 𝗡𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝘂𝗯 𝗰𝗼𝗻, coercion, pussy spanks.

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J͜͡o͜͡i͜͡n͜͡ m͜͡y͜͡ t͜͡a͜͡g͜͡l͜͡i͜͡s͜͡t͜͡

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Your mother is in her 40’s, the only reason she married Touya so fast is because she knows she has little chance at finding someone at her age. She fell for him too quick.

Too quick to notice the way he looks at you.

Too quick to notice that anytime his gaze should be on her, it’s on you.

It’s wrong.

He’s supposed to be paying attention to your mother. But he never does.

It’s dinner now, he decided to cook. The house is filled with the smell of different cultural foods and the table is stuffed with every corner containing a different pot to fit everyone’s desire.

“ dad, what’s the special occasion?” You ask, holding a spoon of mashed potatoes to your lips, too big of the scoop that has it falling all over you as you take a bite.

Touya swallows at the sight, feeling his face start to redden and his pants get tighter letting his imagination run wild.

“ uhh you know I like to treat my girls sometimes, I haven’t made < insert favorite foods> in a bit so I thought it’d be nice.” He says, his voice straining as he tries to hide his arousal.

That’s not why he did this.

He did it because he’s been hiding how he feels about you for too long.

Tonight is when he will indulge in the fantasy he’s been yearning for. The fantasy that allows him to cum when he’s stuffing your mother full, imagining it’s you.

But he deserves it no? Daddy’s have needs too.

He spoils the both of you rotten, gifting your mother with flowers every time he comes home from work. Bringing her a new designer purse that she shows off to her friends, just like she did with the absolute rock he got her for their wedding.

He never wears it, he says it’s too flashy and uncomfortable for him.

The only uncomfortable thing is the thought that you and him would be a much better pair than him and your mother.

He wishes he didn’t feel like this but he can’t help it.

You don’t dress provocatively in any manner, wearing sweatpants and sweatshirts every day.

Maybe you’re trying not to tempt him.

Dinner is almost finished, half of the food hasn’t been eaten but he doesn’t care. This was only to say sorry In advance for what he was going to do to you.

When it’s time to relax on the couch that he spent over 4,000 on without blinking, you sit right across from him. Your mother is cuddled into his side while his arm hangs loosely behind her over the couch. She’s placing gentle kisses on his neck while whispering to him how good the food was and how he deserves a special treat tonight. What she doesn’t know is She’s late, he’s already decided on helping himself to a special treat for the night.

He thinks you’re teasing him. The way you sit so prettily in a crisscross position leaving little to imagine with your loose shorts making the sides of your cunt so visible to him. The way your pajama shirt is loose hanging as well, letting your hardening nipples show because of the soft breeze coming from the window.

Fuck.

Touya is nearly fucking the air from how desperate he’s gotten from sitting there watching you.

You look like an airhead. You look like you don’t have a clue about what’s going on around you. He wants you to look at him, make eye contact something that will signify you notice him. Something that will give him the motivation to finish the movie night off without socking your aggravating ass mother in the face.

When you take a chug from your drink, allowing it to lightly drip down your chin and spill on your shirt making it cling to you. It’s almost see-through.

He can’t focus. If he just squints his eyes, if he just sits up a little taller and Scooches a bit loser to the edge of the couch maybe he’ll be able to catch a glimpse of what you’ve been teasing him with.

Your mother ruins it, just like she always does.

“ mm, should we head to bed?” She says, maneuvering her hand under their shared blanket to palm his erection.

He has to hide his face of disgust. Did she think he was hard for her? Absolutely not.

He fake yawns and blinks slowly at her, putting on an act of sleepiness hoping she will take the hint and head to bed by herself, and she does.

“ oh I’m sorry you cooked for long I bet you’re tired, I’ll toss in before you you can finish the movie if you want.” She says, almost placing a kiss on his lips but he makes his head gently turn so she can’t notice how he’s avoiding her touch. The kiss lands on his cheek instead and she tucks the covers around him before getting up to take her leave.

“ goodnight princess, you guys can finish the movie without me.” Your mother states, blowing you a kiss and heading in the direction of her and touyas shared room.

Half of the movie passes with Touya trying not to take himself out of his pants. You look cold so he figures it’s the perfect time to finally get the reward he feels so deserving of.

“ babygirl why don’t you come sit with daddy? I have all this extra cover and you look so cold.” He says.

You blush, still not used to him narrating himself as your stepfather but none the less you contemplate going over there. Your shirt is still a sticky cold mess, only adding to your discomfort as the breeze gets heavier outside making goosebumps arise on the surface of your skin. You’re about to deny, rubbing your arms together and blowing on the palms of your hand before he lifts the covers and you see the amount of space he has near him to fit you and give you warmth.

“ okay…” you say in a low voice.

His eyes darken as he watches you tiptoe with cold feet over to the other side of the room, closer to him. His heart pumps faster as he watches you make yourself comfortable.

You’re too far, that just won’t do. Instead of cracking a joke so that you’d willingly come closer to him, he yanks you into his lap and buries his face in your neck. He feels you go stiff as your try to wiggle out of his tight hold.

“ Touya…” you say, voice too whiny for him not to stop himself from spreading your legs over his thighs.

“ shh shh, baby let me warm you up.”

If by warming you up he means licking and sucking bruises into your neck while ghosting his hands over your hard nipples is what he means then you’re not sure if you want to be warm.

“ don’t be stiff ok? Daddy just wants you warm. Relax. How’s college?“ he asks trying to distract you and himself from how close he is to humping your clothes cunt.

The question is random. He never asks about college unless he’s proposing he buys you something that would make studying easier.

You don’t answer which makes him click his tongue.

“ Nevermind then.”

It stays quiet for a few minutes but then you feel him go from ghosting over your clothes nipples to subtly sliding his hands under your shirt.

You’re too old to be frozen at this moment. He’s your mom’s husband for Christ's sake, why can’t you just get up, tell him to stop something.

You can’t focus on the guilty feeling because he takes your nipples in between his fingers, taking his time rolling and pinching them until you writhe from the uncomfortable soreness the overstimulation brings.

His hands leave from under your shirt and travel down to where your legs are spread over his. He presses warm kisses down your neck as he massages the growing wet spot, making your shorts stick to the inside of your folds which he can imagine is much too uncomfortable.

“ Okay, Touya stop it.”

Before stating it out loud you repeated the sentence in your head a million times, telling yourself that you’re doing the right thing by saying no to him. Telling yourself that you aren’t enjoying the way his fingers make you feel. Telling yourself that you’ll sound confident and stern, that he’ll for sure let you off of his lap when he hears your tone. What you don’t expect is the dark chuckle he lets out against your neck before he says something that makes your veins go ice cold.

“ just be a good girl for daddy. I’m not asking you to do anything, just let me keep you warm unless you want your mom to know hmm? Want her to know how her only daughter tried to steal her only chance at happiness? Her only chance at finding real love at her age? You know how heartbroken she’ll be when she finds out you threw yourself onto me like a worthless slut, desperate for a cock to sit on? You want that?“

His condescending tone paired with his vile words give this illusion of options for what you want to do, but you know your only real choice is to sit here and let him have his way. Your mom deserves it, she’s wanted someone like him for so long and who are you to mess it up?

You sigh and shake your head, letting out a meek “no” that has him smirking against your neck once again.

“ glad you see things my way.”

His fingers continue to rub gentle circles into your clothed clit, making you move in the discomfort of having the wet fabric cling to you.

He takes notice and taps your thighs with 2 fingers, signaling for you to raise your hips for him. He tugs your shorts down and although he can’t see under the blanket, he can imagine the sticky arousal that creates a string connecting you and the shorts as he peels them away from your already sore pussy.

The feeling of his soft, warm fingers working fast circles into your clit while continuously dipping down the outer ring of your hole to collect more juices have you biting your lip to conceal your moans.

“ it’s ok to make noise, she can’t hear but I want to hear how good I’m making you feel. Can you do that for me please?”

The condescending tone he keeps using makes your head spin with anger. M

How dare he put you in this situation and act like he deserves anything from you?

Instead of protesting you just continue to naw your bottom lip, tasting copper from the skin breaking under pressure.

Your eyes nearly cross when he suddenly pushes two fingers into you at once, and they do cross when he curves them upwards, hitting a special spot that you didn’t know existed.

Your tongue rolled out of your mouth, making drool slide your face making Touya smile at the sight of you fucked good on his fingers. He uses his free hand to pull at your shirt chases a small tear to appear before he pulls harder and it rips clean in half. Your tits spill out, catching the drool dripping from your hanging tongue.

And why would Touya waste this opportunity? He slowly rubs his free fingers across your tongue and onto your face creating an even stickier mess than before. Once your face is almost completely covered in your own spit he gently shoved his fingers into your mouth, testing your gag reflex.

The motion of his fingers in your mouth and in your cunt is going at the same pace, making you dizzy at the stimulation plus the shortness of breath.

His fingers go the same speed for a while before he slowly picks up the pace of his fingers scissoring you open, he starts to slam into your heat making your hips buck at the sensation, desperate to reach your high.

He won’t let you though. Because when you are so close to reaching your end, eyebrows scrunch and hands bunched into his shirt he slips his fingers out of you making you cry and clench at the feeling of emptiness he’s left you with.

“ oh, baby wanted to cum? I thought you wanted me to let you go? Now you wanna get off on my fingers?“ he says, placing small slaps on your pussy making you recoil at the sound of your wetness splashing, even over the volume of the movie still running in the background.

“ I can help you but you lied to me. You made me feel bad you need a punishment right?” He says still placing slaps on your aching pussy.

You don’t say anything but the needy whine you let out is enough for him.

“ count.”

You’re confused but when he roughly tugs the covers that were covering the sight he so desperately wanted to see and he places a harsh slap between your folds all you can do is cry out.

The sight of you spread over your mother’s husband's lap is terrifying. It’s terrifying because of the amount of slick that’s dripped onto the couch and had been spread over yours and his thighs. This is terrifying because you know you’re still hoping to reach your high so you count.

“ one.” You say, nearly whispering but it’s loud enough for him to hear.

Another slap.

“ two.”

Two more slaps, then three.

“ three, ouch please, four, five, six, seven.” You count tears now running down your face rapidly.

They aren’t general slaps, he’s putting his wrist into it and you’re not sure how you're going to take his fingers even after the sting of his harsh hits calm down.

“ almost there baby? You’re doing so good for me yeah? Just a little more.”

You make it to 15 slaps when you’re full-on breaking down, sobbing while he fans your sore entrance allowing cool air to soothe you.

“ such a good girl. Now you ready for your reward?”

Once again, you don’t answer. You’re not sure you even want the reward. You want to sleep, you want to rest, you want a shower to clean off the mess in between your thighs.

But Touya doesn’t think about that. He only thinks about lifting your hips so he can finally release his painful erection. He forced his face between the confined space of your neck as he bumps the tip of his cock against your clit. Your body jerks and wiggles at the sensation but he holds your hips tight against his not letting you get far.

You look down to see about 8 inches of pure veiny length, it’s thick too. The head is swollen and his balls look plump, full of cum you hope he won’t empty into you. You let out another needy whine at the sight, imaging how it’s going to feel to be full of it. The sound makes him throb, surprising you with the movement of his heavy shaft.

He calls it your reward but it’s not.

It’s his reward.

It’s his reward for all the times he spent Fûcking into your mother wishing it was you. It was his reward for watching so innocently as you brought guy friends over to study knowing they wanted you in the same way he did.

This was for him.

So he starts to impale you on his cock, not thinking about comfort and only using you as a flashlight for his please he doesn’t feel bad.

He doesn’t feel bad as his thick tip is pressed tightly against your cervix and your body writhes with the unfamiliar stretch of something so girthy inside of it.

He only gives you about 30 seconds to adjust before roughly grabbing hold of your left tit and slamming his hips up into yours.

You can’t hold back anymore. The sound of his balls slapping against your needy aching clit. The sound of his groans in your ear as he works you open in his cock. The feeling of his throbbing veins against your creamy walls.

You almost scream from the pleasure of it all.

He begins to roll your nipple in between pointer finger and thumb making you gasp at the added pleasure.

“ nghh Touya harder please harder.” You beg.

“ daddy. It’s daddy baby girl, say it properly.”

“ daddy harder please.” You whine, humping him in any way you can despite the hard pouring his giving you from under.

“ want daddy to go harder on this little hole? Knew you were just a little slut. That’s why you sit so open for me, having this slutty pussy on display for everyone. That ends here, this little pussy? It’s all mines don’t let anyone see it and definitely don’t let anyone touch it yeah?” He says, panting harder in your ear as he grips your chin to turn your face towards him.

You nod and look at his eyes swapping between looking at his lips, wanting him to close the space.

He takes the hint and smashes his lips against yours, moving his hand down to work at your engorged clit.

He’s slamming into you so hard your legs start to shake and your tell if you’re still spread over him on the couch or if you’re floating.

You struggle to kiss him back at his fingers love quicker against your clit.

his tongue is exploring your mouth, going down your throat to licking and sucking at your own tongue with urgency.

“ c’mon baby makes a mess, show me what this pretty pussy can do show me what I’ve been waiting for.” He says, now nibbling at your already bruised bottom lip.

The word are foggy and don’t click in your brain but your body understands what he says, immediately setting your face to where your eyebrows are raised, your eyes cross and your mouth opens too wide for it not to hurt.

You cream so hard around him as he humps yourself throat your orgasm it’s hard for him to move.

When he feels you pulse around him yet loosens up, he takes it as a chance to spin you around while you’re still split open on his cock and put your chest to his.

He grips your hips hard and slams you down, now chasing his own high while simultaneously catching each of your hardened nipples in his mouth every time you come down on him.

“ fucking shit you feel so good. Gunna fills you up the way I should’ve from the start. Gunna make you my little wife yeah? Gunna, carry daddy’s babies?” He asks.

You nod your head, wanting to do anything to help him reach his high. And you do, he pounds into you from the bottom while still slamming you down on him before pushing your face into his neck and hold your hips against his.

“ take it take it take it fuck.” He chants into your ears.

You feel warm, sticky cum coat your insides, mixing with your own cream as you both subtly hump each other making the both of you twitch at the painful overstimulation.

“ Daddy? “ you say, pulling your face from his neck.

He raises his eyebrows while still keeping a hold on your hips to keep you from not rocking your hips against his.

“ what about my mom?” You say.

“ don’t worry about her.” He responds, kissing your lips quickly and efficiently.

“ But we’ll be having movie nights more often from now on.”

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peachesandmilktea · 3 years ago

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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒯𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒫𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇 - 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝐼𝒱 [𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽]

Barbarian King!Bakugo x Priestess!Reader x Fire Diety!Dabi

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

You’d always known exactly what was to be your fate. Enter the temple of the fire god as a high priestess, serve Dabi in his every need, and dedicate your whole life to worshipping him. That fate slips between your fingers when invaders plunder the temple and King Katsuki takes you as a war prize.

TW : Yandere, War, Sexual Slavery, Implied Noncon and its Aftermath.

AO3 Link.

Her fingers brushed against his scar.

Warm, soft, deadly all the same.

“You disgust me,” she said.

And yet, the words still felt like raindrops after a long, deadly drought, like the sight of a flower blooming after an icy winter, like the stars she loved so much, sparkling in the night sky and making him want to reach out and catch them one by one. Each syllable brought life back into him, oxygen into his lungs and beatings in his harsh, greedy heart. Could she feel it strike harder against the walls of his ribcage, right under her fingers? Could she hear it, even, drumming in her ears like it was in his?

If he held her wrist a little tighter, her hand a little closer, he was sure she’d be able to reach into his chest and pull his bleeding heart straight out of his body. And it wouldn’t hurt more than it already did, wouldn’t feel any different than the way he suffered an eternity of hellish pain whenever she looked at him. Maybe it would even feel right, Katsuki thought, because what place did his heart belong to rather than the palm of her hands?

He smiled, cruel, triumphant.

“Doesn’t matter. You can say whatever the fuck you want to me.”

She frowned, flinched when he raised his free hand, gently stroking his knuckles against her cheek. He felt her shiver under his touch.

“At the end of the day, I still won.”

He leaned towards her, lips brushing against her ear as he chuckled:

“And you’re my sweet little prize.”

In a swift move, she pushed him away, and he stumbled back, not expecting the violence, the fury, the rage she put into the action. It was in her eyes, too, in her expression. In the way her lips were pulled in a thin line, in the way sparks of anger lit in her irises, in the way she raised her hands to strike him again if he dared take another step towards her.

As if she’d be able to stop him.

She would be, if she knew the thoughts that swarmed his mind. If she realized that he’d fall to his knees at her feet if only she gave in. If she somehow understood that he’d be her willing slave if only she gave herself to him in return, if only she let herself be held and cared for and loved by his hands, his eyes, his heart. A mere glance, the faintest, willing touch of her fingers against his skin would be enough, he was sure, to calm the inferno that burned in his chest, to soothe the excruciating torments that had taken over his whole being, to relieve him of the hurt, the pain, the suffering of wanting, craving, needing something he could never have.

But he could touch her as much as he wanted, now. Stroke her silky skin with rough, calloused fingers. Kiss her lips and see for himself if she tasted like the peaches she loved so much, or was it fresh almonds? Cage her into his arms, feel her tiny, frail form against his strong chest, take it all in and never let her go.

She was but a mere foot away.

Chained to his bed.

There was nothing he couldn’t do to her.

“I’m not yours to have,” she hissed, glaring at him.

Why, why, why was she never his to have?

But what she said didn’t matter. He held the power now.

“You will be,” he snarled, anger filling in heart once again at her refusal. “You will give me what I want, or I’ll find satisfaction somewhere else.”

Something sparked in her gaze; hope, wonder, surprise, maybe. She tilted her head, letting a few strands of her hair fall in front of her face, not caring to push them away when they made shadows dance over her cheeks in the faint light of the fire that burned in the tent still.

She looked like a deity herself.

The sight took his breath away.

“Somewhere else?” she asked after a few seconds of silence, letting the words fall from her lips like poison, disgust tainting her tone at each syllable.

He blinked, suddenly conscious again that she wasn’t a goddess, that she wasn’t some kind of higher being that could be worshiped but never seen nor touched. No, she was real, warm under his touch when he caught her chin and raised it so that his gaze dove into hers.

If he could have let himself drown in it, he would have.

“Remember that I’m a warrior, Princess. I kill, steal, plunder for power, hell, for fun, even. I’ll destroy that pretty country of yours before you can even plead me not to.”

His thumb rose to gently stroke her lower lip. The skin there was plump, silky.

He would have sold his soul for a chance to taste it.

“Unless,” he added. “I have something else to focus all of my attention on.”

You, he meant. Sweet, gentle, wanton little war prize.

As if he hadn’t plundered her kingdom exactly because he wanted her.

The disgust in her eyes when she raised them to meet his swallowed every ounce of his confidence. She was supposed to accept him, she was supposed to be willing, she was supposed to realize that she’d belonged to him all along. Him, the most powerful man on earth, the king who had defeated a god, the warrior born to destroy, and yet who craved for something as stupid and weakening as love.

Her love.

“It doesn’t have to change anything,” he said when she tried to push him away again, voice low and deep, treacherous feelings overwhelming his chest and threatening to spill through his lips. Despair, anger, powerlessness. Again, and again, and again, he drowned in them, breathless, reaching out a hand in the hopes that she’d take it and save him, that she’d pull him back to the surface of the inky ocean of despair that were his thoughts and dreams, and allow him to breathe in air at last. “Serve me just like you served him.”

Tears of frustration, despair, were pooling in her eyes now.

Her voice was faint, barely a whisper when she asked:

“What did I ever do to you, Katsuki?”

What hadn’t she done?

Like a goddamn thief in the night, she’d stolen all power from his hands, leaving him bare and defenseless. What use was there in being King when he knew that, deep down inside, he was weaker than a stupid, silly little priestess? That the tiny, frail little creature that she was could somehow bring him to his knees and make him wish for death by her hand? There was no freedom to be had when she’d stolen that power from him, and she kept him captive in her grip, never to be released unless she gave herself to him, wholly and fully, never looking back at the deity she’d left behind.

There was too much to be said and too few words resting on his tongue, never to be spoken.

You made me want you.

You enslaved me, leashed my heart to yours.

You made me yearn for you more than I yearn for life itself.

You shattered me, tore me apart, left me for dead in your wake.

And you made it so that I was fine with it, for my suffering is yours to give.

Instead, his fingers snaked around the golden chain that ran from her collar. It fell on his wrist as he tightened his grip, caging it in its embrace as if he were a prisoner too, captive of the same restraints that she was, the ones he’d had put on her himself just because he was too damn scared she’d fade from his grasp if he didn’t make sure she couldn’t.

He pulled her to him, cradled her face in his rough, cruel hands.

And kissed her as if she were love made flesh.

It was everything he’d dreamed of and more. Sweet like honey, soft like cotton, warm like embers in the dead of a summer night. It was heaven and hell and everything in between. A world void of everything except for the two of them, lost souls like two shooting stars never meant to collide, at least not until he seized fate itself into his own strong, merciless hands and bent it to his will so that she would be all his to have.

She didn’t push him away this time, and he felt the familiar tug of victory pull at his heart, the first sparks of a sick, triumphant sort of satisfaction exploding in his chest. She’d submit, of course she would, because how could she not? She’d kneel and he’d conquer like he conquered her country, like he conquered her people, like he conquered the world while she’d served her deity in her stupid little temple, away from the war and the tears, and the blood spilled by his hands.

“Your deity is as good as dead,” Katsuki murmured against her lips, and there was pride in his voice. It pulled at the words, at his lips, too, until they were stretched into a satisfied smirk. There were no more obstacles between them now. No other master to claim her, no other god for her to worship, no other man that could touch her and have her and love her.

“Yes,” she replied, and the word rolled on her tongue, sad and tragic and full of chagrin. “Yes, he is, all because of you.”

And Dabi’s perfect little priestess was Katsuki’s now.

He ravished her like he’d ravished her country, he stole everything from her grasp like he’d done to so many others before, he destroyed her life and remade it into his property, his to make it as he wished, for that is the law of the land of men as long as the gods are kept dormant, sealed in their temple, weakened and put to silence.

The most powerful one takes all.

And so, what could Katsuki do but what he was always meant to, the very reason why his body had been crafted by the hands of the gods in the beginning of time? The warrior that he was took everything, he plundered and stole from her, left her crying and sobbing in the darkest hours of night as she, too, did what she was meant to, the reason why she’d been born with such a voice, such a mind, such a heart.

To serve.

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She didn’t speak, not unless he asked her a direct question.

It had been weeks since Katsuki had heard a snap, a witty remark, a snarl at his attention spilling from her lips. It had been weeks since she’d looked him in the eye, preferring to marvel at anything and everything else instead. The trembling of her hands, the fabric of her gown, the sharpness of the blade that Katsuki wore on his belt. And even then, it was only when she really had to show him that she noticed his presence. Other times, she didn’t acknowledge it at all, spending hours in silence, eyes raised to the sky as if looking for an answer to her suffering among the fluffy clouds that littered the pastel blue expanse.

“Are you hungry?” He would ask at times, hoping for an answer, anything.

He’d slide a plate of freshly cut peaches towards her, and she’d simply shake her head, refusing both the food and his help. But she still wouldn’t say a word when he made her sit on his lap and slipped the fruits between her lips anyway, with no regard for her opinion because she’d starve herself if he let her. She didn’t care anymore, not for the food, not for her health, not for the sun nor the moon nor the stars, not for him.

She was a puppet without strings, and he’d been the one to tear them apart with his dirty hands.

“What would it take for you to smile again?” he wondered at night, stroking her hair away from her face as she laid next to him, her back turned and her gaze focused on the weakening fire burning in the hearth. Her fingers seemed to want to reach towards it, to touch and let her skin sear above the flames, as if she’d rather feel anything but Katsuki’s touch, no matter the pain or agony.

“A threat, probably,” she’d whisper quietly, with none of the bite that used to pull at her voice every time she spoke before he took her and made her his. “Threaten my country and I’ll do anything. But you already know that, don’t you, My Lord?”

Defeat dripped from her words and the title sounded empty on her tongue.

But if that’s what it took, he’d do it.

And so he let those threats spill from his lips, filthy menaces that had her shivering underneath him, avoiding his gaze when he leaned towards her to murmur them in her ear, voice soft and ever so cruel. Tales of her family’s blood coating his hands, stories of her fellow priestesses stolen from their temples and enslaved, tragic words of her beloved kingdom destroyed under the hooves of his army’s horses and the blades of his men.

She’d smile then, a sad, soft little smile, full of chagrin more than anything else.

But he’d pretend not to see, not to notice the tears pooling in her eyes, kissing her and drowning in her warmth until he’d forgotten that there ever was another name on her lips, one that wasn’t his.

And after all, what did it matter when Katsuki was the only word lingering in her mind now?

----

“Sunflowers,” he said one day, taking her to a little garden hidden behind his tent. “You like them, right?”

It had been months since he’d stolen her, and they’d moved what seemed like a thousand times, sometimes staying for merely a few days in one place before packing everything and leaving for another. Such was the way of life in Katsuki’s warrior tribe, and he couldn’t say he minded it, not when it’d been the only thing he’d ever known, conquering country after country, region after region, leaving a trail of blood in his wake and a reputation more terrifying even than the cruelest of gods.

But it didn’t fit her, not as he remembered her, with her gardening and her cooking, with her peach trees and her blackberry bushes. He’d seen her happiest with dirt coating her hands, the juice of stolen fruits dripping from her smiling lips, lost flower petals stuck in her messy hair.

And so, he’d decided that his men would settle for a while.

And he’d had a sunflower garden built for her right behind his tent.

She eyed the flowers, silent for a moment. Then, she took a step into the garden, and another, and another, never looking back at Katsuki. Her fingers softly brushed against the yellow petals and she let out a deep sigh full of nostalgia, as if remembering fonder memories that he was not a part of.

He wondered if, somewhere deep, deep inside her mind, the memory of their first meeting lingered too, only buried and forgotten, never to be thought of again.

“Why would you care what I like?” she asked then, raising her gaze to his for the first time in a while. Yet, there was a slight frown on her eyebrows, and some kind of worry, fear, maybe, swarming in her irises. “Is it so that you can threaten to take it away from me, too?”

Will you destroy the flowers once I start caring for them? she meant.

Will you steal every ounce of happiness from my heart? she didn’t say.

Katsuki almost barked a laugh at the idea, but the weight in his chest was heavy all the same. What wouldn’t he give to trample those stupid sunflowers and start again at the beginning, with her hitting him with her goddamn rake and him choosing to ignore her instead of staying long enough to let her ensnare him with her voice? He’d truly be the most powerful man on earth then, with no weakness to bring him to his knees, no inescapable agony torturing his mind, no overwhelming chagrin swallowing his heart every time he laid his eyes on her sad expressions.

“They’re yours,” he snarled, annoyed. “As long as we’re staying.”

She didn’t thank him for the kindness, because it wasn’t one, not really.

It was a stupid, desperate attempt at catching her attention.

For so long, he’d been convinced that having her, stealing her away from her god would be enough. He thought it would be easy, once he sealed Dabi. That she’d fall into his arms and forget about her deity just like she’d forgotten about Katsuki when he’d gone away and left her behind. That she’d accept her place by his side, that she’d start looking at him with anything other than anger or sadness in her eyes. That she’d start craving him just as he craved her. That she’d give in, offer herself willingly, be his in both body and soul.

But her soul was too hard to grasp in his bloodied, warrior hands, and he kept trying to reach towards it, fingers trembling and lips whispering silent prayers to whoever the fuck would listen to his pleas, hoping that sometime, someday, he would catch it and she’d be forced to love and ache and hurt like he did.

But his prayers went unheard, and he stayed powerless.

She took care of the flowers for a few weeks.

And when they moved encampments again, when he had her ride his horse with him, her form closely snuggled against his chest, she turned back, only once, towards that garden he’d given her and now forced to leave behind.

“I wish you’d leave me behind, too,” she whispered, her words meant for no one’s ears but her own.

But he’d heard, and didn’t reply.

Caught her hand in his instead.

Squeezed, hard, until she winced in pain.

They left the sunflowers behind, and she hadn’t smiled once.

-----

Two years passed before he took her back to her family’s castle.

He’d destroyed it, left it in ruins of what it used to be. Plundered the pretty rooms, stole the golden artifacts, killed every soul unfortunate enough to meet his eyes as he’d roamed along the hallways with his men, those same places he’d spent days lazing around in her company. Every sight of that stupid castle with its tall towers and flowery garden had reminded him of his own powerlessness and so, he’d ravaged it even before he’d gone and taken her from her temple.

And now, it was desolate of any soul except for his and hers.

He took her to that tower, the one she’d said she liked.

My favorite place in the world, she’d called it once, lifetimes ago.

Night had fallen hours before, and its dark inky coat stretched over the sky, swallowing the world all around. Silver freckles littered the view above them, little sparks of them reflecting in her gaze when she raised her eyes and looked up, up, up, towards the infinity of them like a sea of diamonds, gorgeous and beautiful and so magnificent it looked unreal.

It still paled in comparison to her.

You’re prettier than the stars, he wanted to tell her.

He longed to stretch his arms towards the sky and catch them one by one, put them in her hands and watch her expression as she marveled at the magic, at his power, at the knowledge that he’d do anything for her, capture the moon and sun and every star if only she would smile once more.

But she wouldn’t, that much he knew.

Prettier, but just as unreachable.

She frowned, let out a frustrated sigh. Turned to him, confusion replacing the lights in her eyes.

“Why did you bring me here?” she asked, some sort of anger in her voice. “I hate this place. I hate the stars.”

She said it as if he’d meant it as a punishment all along, as if he’d taken her hand and forced her to climb the stairs leading to that tower with the sole intention of finding another way to make her suffer at his hands. Tears filled with starlight pooled in her eyes, rolled down her cheeks. She’d bitten her lips so raw that drops of blood were staining the skin there.

He blinked, surprised.

Felt his heart sink in his chest.

Why couldn’t she ever accept any part of him? Anything he did for her?

She’d loved the stars, wished she could drown in the sight of them. She’d talked about their beauty for hours and hours on end as he had listened, drunk on the sound of her voice, eyes closed and a peaceful smile pulling at his lips, happiness in his heart and pure, raw, obsessive love weighing on his chest.

“No,” he replied, firm, mean. “You don’t. Have you forgotten, idiot? You love this place.”

She glared at him, wiping her tears away with a violent move of her arm, one that left her skin reddened and dirty. Her steps were filled with rage when she walked towards the balcony, gait graceful and soft like a cat’s. For a second, Katsuki thought she might jump over the railing and leave him there to die from rage and chagrin and pain, but she simply let her tightened fist hit the cold stone, angry, despaired, so damn sad that she was.

“This is the place I hate most in the world,” she said.

And he wanted to yell at her, to catch her arm and pull her to him and call her ungrateful, call her a liar, call her a silly little priestess, too dumb even to remember even the things she liked and the things she hated, too forgetful to recall that she’d been his before she’d even met her deity for the first time, but he didn’t.

He didn’t, because it was the first time she had truly reacted to something since he’d stolen her.

And so, he listened when she talked to herself as if he wasn’t there, low murmurs slipping from her lips, almost as quiet as the tears full of stars that rolled down her cheeks.

“It’s weird,” she whispered. “I lost something here, but I can’t remember what.”

The feeling was there, coating his tongue, too. Loss. Grief. Despair.

He felt himself drowning, just like that time he’d lost her, in the very same place, under the very same stars, eternities ago.

She raised her eyes, looked up at the sky.

He wished she’d look at him instead.

“Something that I loved,” she murmured.

The words were cruel, crueler than she’d ever spoken.

They stabbed through his chest, left him bleeding and aching and hurting, agony filling his mind, burning through his every thought faster than a summer forest fire. Her tongue was a blade that cut through his skin until he was covered in the crimson of his blood, the crimson of his obsession, of his love, of his hatred of himself, of her, of everything and everyone that stood between them and kept her heart safe from his thieving hands.

“Something that I wanted desperately and never got to have,” she breathed.

He wanted her to stop talking, wanted to kill her and feel her life fade away under his hands, for the suffering of losing her would surely be sweeter than the agony of knowing that in another world, in another life, she could have been his.

“Something that wasn’t meant to be mine, yet I craved all the same,” she sighed, never looking at him, gaze still lost in the stars above her.

He’d never stolen her, he realized.

She’d been stolen from him.

He’d been the weak, powerless victim all along. He’d lost her to her fate, lost her to the world, lost her to her own nature as a priestess, to her deity and everything and everyone else that had allowed her to be taken away from him. He’d even lost her to herself, for she’d chosen her destiny, had drowned and buried her own wishes and dreams until they’d gone silent in her mind, dead and forgotten, now only fleeting feelings that would disappear once they left that cursed tower.

He hadn’t stolen her, he had destroyed her instead.

He’d plundered her life and stolen any ounce of happiness, tore any hope from her hands. He’d taken anything and everything away from her, and only one thing now remained in her mind at the thought of him.

Hatred.

“Now, I hate the stars almost as much as I hate you,” she murmured when she turned to him at last.

He deserved it, deserved it, deserved it.

But he was King, and the world was to be as he wished.

He pulled her to him, leaned towards her until he could feel her warm breath tickling his collarbone.

“You can hate me all you want, Princess,” he replied, his voice so low it was almost a growl, slipping from his throat with violence and pain. “At the end of the day, you’re still mine.”

He spoke like a monarch, like a leader, like a deity, even, a being whose word was law over others, over her and her life and her fate.

It felt like a lie all the same.

-----

It was another year before they settled close to what used to be her temple.

He’d allowed her to look at it, sadness filling her gaze when it lingered on the old building now abandoned and almost swallowed by the nature around it, covered by the surrounding trees and thick ivy bushes. It was empty and silent, and she stayed quiet too, as they rode past it, past the place she’d found him wounded and dying, past the place he’d gone to and trained while still in her care, past places she knew by heart and others she’d never seen because she’d never been that far from her sanctuary.

She didn’t say a word the whole day they settled, as if afraid he’d make them ride away if she spoke, as if she’d rather enjoy the comforting sight of places she knew in silence than risk provoking his wrath.

And, when night fell, she let him kiss her by the fire, let him taste her lips as if it were the last time he was allowed to, let him cradle her into his arms so tight he was sure she’d break under his touch.

Are you thinking about him? he wanted to ask.

But there was no use speaking the words, no meaning in letting them prickle his throat and cut through his tongue because he knew the truth already.

Knew that he was all she’d think about, ever.

Dabi, her fire deity.

Not Katsuki, the warrior king who’d stolen her, but the god who’d enslaved her before she was even born.

He was the only man swarming her thoughts, the only presence she would ever crave for now that she’d forgotten all about her first love. He was the only one who would make her smile, who would fill her heart with the warmth Katsuki felt every time he laid eyes on her, who would have her melt under his touch and ask for more.

Katsuki would never know the taste of that power.

And so, he pretended to forget to lock her collar before he fell asleep by her side, pretended to let slumber swallow him fast and hard, pretended not to hear when she got up on trembling, clumsy legs and slipped under the tent’s fabric to step onto the grass of the clearing outside.

Pretended not to feel the tear in his gut, not to feel the anguish in his heart.

Pretended that he didn’t wish he would die before she left him.

When she was far enough, he got up and watched her run towards the forest, towards her temple, towards her deity. She would break the seal, he knew, for her bond with her god would allow her to, and she’d be with him again, serving him like she was always supposed to, like she’d wished for all along. He would protect her kingdom again, the very same one Katsuki had destroyed, and maybe she’d be able to rebuild it with Dabi’s help.

Katsuki didn’t care about it, now.

Every feeling tasted like ash in his mouth.

Her small form disappeared in the night, swallowed by the inky darkness of these woods she knew so well, concealing her from his eyes like it should have that time he’d stumbled into her care after being fatally wounded in battle.

He blinked, and she was gone.

And he cursed her, cursed her name, cursed her mere existence.

Cursed her for not killing him before leaving, cursed her for abandoning him to the torture that was to be his life knowing the hole in his heart would never be filled, knowing that he’d only be a shadow of a man and nothing else, knowing she’d stolen that part of his soul and would never give it back as long as he was alive.

She’d destroyed him just like he’d destroyed her.

His men were waiting for him when he exited his tent, fully dressed already, no matter how high the moon still was in the sky, no matter that night had barely fallen. Kirishima squeezed his shoulder in support, and he ignored the look of pity that the redhead threw at him.

An hour later, they were gone.

Just like she wished, he’d left her behind.

Never to see her again.

But in his dreams, he would.

He would kiss her and take her into his arms, feel her melt into his embrace.

And in those stupid fantasies, she always smiled and kissed him back.

Softly, tenderly, passionately.

Like she loved him, too.

Fantasies, fantasies, fantasies.

That was all they ever would be.

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Tipjar!

I had planned to write a scene with Dabi and Reader and the end, but I just thought it would be better to end with Bakugo. Tell me if you'd like me to write it as some kind of epilogue though!

Ahhh it feels so weird ending this story. It's truly one of my favorite fics I've written, and I'm extremely grateful if you read it all. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.

Please, please, please tell me your opinion on this one. It means the world to me. I'd really like to hear your thoughts!!

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Closet Perv izuku

Tw / non con peeping

Izuku is same age as reader (21)

- you’ve been bestfriends since birth, you share the same birthday and your parents are attached at the hip

- The only thing is, you’ve failed to notice how he looks at you.

- On your 19th birthday he suggested skinny dipping and of course you blindly agreed not knowing the only reason he wanted to do it is because he got tired of imaging your bathing suit break, making your tits drop into view for him.

- You fail to notice how pairs of underwear always go missing, he always buys you new ones anyways.

- You don’t notice how when you tease him, letting out fake moans in his ear to annoying him he’s limping to your Bathroom from how hard he is

- You don’t notice how long he’s in there, whipping out his favorite pair of your stolen dirty panties.

- He’s whining, on the verge of crying from the image of your hand being the one stroking his cock.

- The fact that you’re so close and could possibly hear him makes it worse, hes tugging at his cock so hard his back arches snd he cums into your already soiled panties before settling himself down and walking out to cuddle you like normal.

- Don’t let yourself accidentally end up straddling him while play fighting, he’ll be pretending to try to get up but really he’s taking the opportunity to hump your cunt as sly as possible.

- Sometimes you tease him a little too much and he creams his pants💀

- He loves to peak at you when you tell him to turn around while you change, blushing at the sight wishing he could touch you freely.

- HE TAKES PICS UP UR SKIRT-

- he loves placing platonic kisses all over your face, pulling you close to him to snuggle while imaging you feel how he feels about you.

- If you leave your phone around him while u go do something, he knows you so well he figures out the code to your my eyes only.

- He’s too scared to send one of the pictures to himself but he stares and scrolls through it so he has a mental imagine for later.

- When you’re asleep he likes to watch the way your mouth slightly opens and your chest heaves leaving little to imagine in your sleep wear.

- He can’t wait, he needs to relieve himself but don’t worry he won’t touch he just wants to see

- He miiiiight pull your shirt down a little to see more of your nipple before instantly biting into his lip to conceal the groan he lets out as he cums, getting a bit of it on you.

- You don’t question a thing when you wake up.

- Whenever you accident brush against him, he savors the feeling of your body against him

- He’s finished to the thought of you catching him touching himself to you but he’s wayyy to embarrassed and terrified to ruin the friendship if you found out so he just sticks to what he can get out of you.

Even if it means spying on you through your window as you’re cumming on your fingers, unaware of his presence.

- he likes to run with these fantasy’s, thinking about how you’d step on him as he continues to jerk off In front of you, getting off to how disgusted you look.

#izuku x reader

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the big game

toji x reader

a bit of dub con kissing, neglectful husband but nothing super dark. ( whatt grave not posting dc?!?!)

rose divider from @firefly-graphics😁

honestly this was supposed to be finished and posted yesterday but oops

enjoy !⭐️💚

if you’re feeling nice, support my kofi💚💚

You’re not sure when it started, but for as long as you could remember sex with your husband has always felt the same.

he comes home from work leaving a trail of muddy footprints before kicking off his shoes to grab a beer and leaving his dirty clothes lying around. he doesn’t say hi to the kids, and he doesn’t acknowledge you. He cracks open the same glass bottle of Budweiser he’s downed a million times since the cycle began and grabs his plate of food gently wrapped in foil with a note from you detailing the love you put into the meal, hoping he enjoys it.

he sits on the couch with a loud groan cursing to himself as he squashes the remote and presses all sorts of buttons that change the tv to a Chanel he’s never seen before.

he switches it to wrestling, it’s loud. Before you hear the extra bass roaring from the crowd as muscular guys pound each other into oblivion you didn’t even know he was home. just like always he didn’t bother to come to check and see how your day was, he didn’t come to thank you for the meal.

You’re used to it by now, you no longer waste hours crying in bed wondering where things went wrong.

a week ago, your son's football coach asked to have a conference with you but what you didn’t expect was for him to tower over you the way he did. it wasn’t a scary kind of tower but the kind that made you feel safe and protected. the kind that Encompasses you in the softest of hugs. the kind that makes you feel loved the way you’ve been searching for all your life.

toji.

standing at 6’6 ft tall black hair shadowing over his eyes, flashes you his million-dollar smile as he waves you over to the spot where all the moms came to meet him.

“ hey ms. y/n “ glad you could make it, it’s nothing bad I just wanted to talk about a big game coming up and was hoping you all could support the team as a group?”

he goes on and on about charity funding, themes, outfits, food ideas, etc but you’re lost in your head watching the way his built arms pulse, and stretch as he maneuvers his hands to make gestures adding to his big ideas.

it’s no shock the way you’re looking at him, he can’t remember a time where women weren’t fawning over his existence but something about the way you dumbly nodded your head knowing you aren’t listening caught his attention. the other moms tried to get closer, placing their hands on his biceps while making comments about how hard he must work out but he only laughed off the compliments and turned to you.

“ you have anything to wear that matches our colors?” he asked, pushing his hair out of his eyes and lightly leaning his head to the side to show his peak in interest

your neck perks at the sudden attention and you silently nod your head.

his eyes are kind as he looks down at you, “ how’s h/n (husband name)” he asks in an effort to strike a conversation.

you think to yourself how to respond. what could you possibly say? your husband is terrible. he’s letting his health decline and neglecting his family, how do you explain that to a stranger?

you choke out the word “good” but your eyes dart around looking to focus on anything but him and he takes that as a sign to talk about something else.

“ have you- “

“ thank you for inviting me I have to go now my son has a doctor's appointment, “ you say, hurriedly swinging your purse that you’d been clutching to your side over your arm.

you’re snapped back to the reality of lying in your bed as your husband barges into the room, letting out a loud belch as his potbelly rumbles from overstuffing himself.

you sigh to yourself, knowing what’s coming next.

“ Hey, sweets c’mere,” he says, half-drunk sitting close to you on the bed.

you can smell the beer on his breath as he leans in to steal a kiss. your skin crawls and bile fills in your throat. this is what life has come to? to where you’re repaulsed by the very man you married?

it’s not like it’s your fault. him taking long shifts, not bothering to care for you. He thinks paying bills means he’s the perfect man but anyone with a stable job could do that. why is it that you couldn’t have been gifted with a man who cares and loves you, not loves that he can say he pays your bills?

you can’t do it.

you pull away faking a yawn and you watch as his face scrunches up in annoyance.

“ Hey I’m really tired and tomorrow s/n (son's name) has a game we’ve got an early start.”

you’re lucky he doesn’t fight, instead, he rolls his eyes and scoffs before murmuring to himself about needing a new bitch.

You don’t care if he’s trying to make you feel bad, besides you know good and well he’s been cheating on you. His coworker made it very clear she doesn’t like that you two are married and makes an attempt to threaten you. you ignore her, she can have him if she wants him.

You fall asleep to the thought of having the kind of love where you lay on blankets at picnics and try to make out shapes of clouds, laughing to yourself about how silly you sound.

you think about how life could’ve been if you hadn’t believed so hard in marrying your high school sweetheart. it’s too late to go back but the thought comforts you and lulls you into sleep.

When you wake up the sheets have an all too familiar musk in the spot where your husband had slept. you’re grateful for the empty spot next to you as you stretch and sit up, glancing at the game colors of your outfit before heading off to the bathroom.

you brush your teeth, wash your face take down your hair, and pick a strawberry-scented edge control to do your edges before quickly throwing on your outfit and calling out to say good morning to your kids.

( uh the taking off the bonnet and styling the edges is for my bw reading if ur not a bw u can just ignore that part 😭💚)

The air outside your room is cold, causing a shiver down your arms and you hope the warmth of the stove heating up as you make breakfast will warm you up.

“ what are you making ma?” your son asks, sitting on the stools across the counter from you.

“ just some bacon eggs and pancakes. you’ll need some fruit too I want you to have lots of energy for today I know you’ll win” you say smiling at him.

he rolls his eyes and begins peeling an orange sitting in the glass bowl you'd set out and decorated with a combo of real and fake fruits.

Breakfast goes quick and before you know it you’re at the game carrying snacks, sandwiches, and drinks along with donation money for the event being held at his game.

Toji spots you after seeing your son run into the field to talk to his friends.

“ ms y/n glad you could make it let me give you a hand,” he says, easily lifting the pound's worth of things your carrying from your hands, only leaving the envelope full of money and bag of fruits in your hands.

“ you can just call me y/n” you smile following him to the spread table and setting your things down.

You both chat for a while and the stand starts to fill up as guests and parents fill the seats ready for the game to start. Soon enough toji is waving you goodbye telling you it’s time for him to get the boys ready.

you watch from your seat on the bench, legs crossed uncomfortably as the wetness from your panties sticks to your cunt.

Did he do that on purpose? the brushes against your sensitive body, leaning down all too close so you could hear him more, the way his eyes drifted from your face down your body? You couldn’t tell if you imagined it or if he was trying to send a sign?

It feels pathetic the way you’re fawning over a simple gesture like a teenage girl in high school having her first big crush but you couldn’t help it. Toji is a natural flirt and maybe you’ve fallen victim to it.

The crowd roars bringing you out of your thoughts as you bite your lip staring hard at toji, quickly snapping your eyes away from him and onto your son when you see him look back at you with a wink.

After the game your son quickly runs up to you asking to spend the night at a friend's house, telling you she’s making dinner and he has stuff at his house already.

you say yes knowing that he’s been there multiple times and if anything happens he can just call you.

“ Hey, you enjoy the game?” Toji asks as you turn around

The sound of his voice sends shivers down your back and your eyes scan his body until they inevitably land on his eyes.

“ yeah I’m just a bit tired, glad we won,” you say, laughing to soothe your discomfort

“I didn’t see your husband in the stans, did he leave early?”

“ oh uh, he couldn’t make it he has some business stuff to do.”

“ too busy for his son's big game?”

your husband didn’t even know there was a big game until last night when you turned down his sexual advances. even then, he didn’t make an effort to come or to wish his son good luck. You think about his lack of effort and the embarrassment of it all shows on your face.

Toji sees, and clicks his tongue in amusement murmuring to himself the word “ bastard” which was loud enough for you to hear.

“ well what are you doing after this?” he asks

“I was going to take s/n out but he’s going with his friends to spend the night I think I’ll just order take out and head to sleep,” you say, fake yawning hoping that you can make him think you’re tired and not thinking about how it would feel to have him cum all over your stomach after fucking you in the car your husband bought for you.

“I was going to order take out too…” he says trying to catch your eye.

You don’t have a response instead you nod your head and look around as if the air has suddenly become something of interest.

Toji knows what he wants, he won’t hide or deny it and he knows you want it too but he’ll play along for the time being.

“ Well did you wanna come over ?” he asks

“I can’t I have animals, “ you say, hoping thats enough for him.

you don’t want to scare him off but you can’t take the pressure of being around him not knowing if you could control yourself in a private environment with him.

“I mean, you could come over?” you say meekly and embarrassed.

he smiles and nods his head

“ lead the way”

Your feet are heavy as you drag your way in front of him to walk to your car. Is this a mistake? should you just tell him you actually have plans and should leave alone?

it’s too late now that you’ve started the engine but the anticipation and fear of regret doesn’t stop even when you pull up in front of your house.

you silently unlock your door and stand by inviting him inside by holding out your arm and letting a deep sigh escape you after holding your breath the entire walk to your door.

you sit on the couch and talk while watching movies with snacks from your kitchen for at least 4 hours, the sun has set before you realize it started to get dark.

“ Soooo what were you gunna order?” you ask, pulling out your phone

“ just some pho? you?”

“ i could go for pho “

he pulls out his phone and orders faster then you can get to the website, knowing its late and might take a while you invite him up to your room.

he looks around seeing pictures of you and husband from your wedding, candles, and small souvenirs.

you excuse yourself to the bathroom to chnage into more comfortable clothes while telling him he can get more comfortable.

he turns to sit on your bed after throwing his jacket on a near by chair, kicking his shoes in front of it.

“ fuck “ he breathes

a lacy pair of panties you’d probably worn the night before were left lying on the bed and he can barley hold himself back.

he resists the urge to hold them up to his nose and take a deep inhale but you quickly return from the bathroom and his face burns red as he’s caught staring.

“ oh my gosh i’m so sorry i was in a hurry this morning i left my laundry everywhere”

you throw the panties along with an old shirt into the basket in the corner of the room and sit near him.

“ so how long have you been a coach “ you ask, trying to get rid of the gut wrenching silence.

“ maybe about 15 years? I’ve got a boy myself who’s into sports I used to coach him too before he got into other things “ he says.

you try to focus on his words as he goes on about how he got interested in coaching but your eyes drift to his lips and you unconsciously lick your own, imagining what it would feel like to have his against yours.

“ y/n?”

he says, waving his hand infront of your face.

your eyes widen and you internally cringe knowing you were caught staring

“ i’m so sorry like i said i’m really tired “ you lie, once again.

“ is that why you’re staring at my lips and rubbing your legs together.”

your face drops and you immediately break eye contact, opening and closing your mouth as you search every corner of your brain trying to come up with an excuse.

“ no! i wasn’t i promise i wasn’t “ you lie through your teeth.

your voice cracks mid sentence and you twirl your finger hoping he buys your act.

he doesn’t.

Instead he places a hand on your exposed thigh and leans in making you hold your breath. his breath is warm against your face and his eyes are fixated on the small gap between your lips.

Before you know it he’s pressing his mouth to yours swiping his tongue across your lips asking for permission to go inside before slipping his tongue into your mouth to fight for dominance against yours.

his hands move to cup your tits playing with the weight in his hands.

Soon after the kiss gets more intense as he pushes you down desperate to rip off your shirt and night shorts.

once you’re left completely bare for him he starts to kiss down your body stops to pay special attention to your nipples.

he undressed himself as he sucks one of them into his mouth while fondling the other, extorting a moan from you that makes him thob in his pants

he continues kissing down your body until he reaches between your legs sucking and leaving marks to show he was there, you didn’t know it but this was his way of claiming you regardless of your marriage

he placed a singular kiss on the outside of your cunt before prying your legs further apart, gently placing them over his shoulders.

Once your lips are parted he licks a singular strip starting at your hole which is twitching in need, going up to your buzzing clit.

“ fuck you taste so good “

he sucks on your clit , reaching his arm up to caress your sides as he slowly fucks his tongue inside of you, taking his time tasting you wanting you to feel everything he’s doing.

he brings his free hand to push one finger inside, feeling how easy it is he pushes another, setting a slow and steady pace looking up to catch your eye.

“ that feel good pretty girl? ” he asks, sucking your clit and letting go with a lewd pop making you bite your lip at the sensation.

you try to respond but he curls his fingers, going faster then before and starts a new pattern licking up down, side ways and going over and over before feeling you clench.

your back arches, he slows down but sucks your clit back into his mouth trying to push you as close to the edge as possible.

“ come on fuck you look so good i know you can do it, i know you can be good for me “ he says, sucking and letting go of your clit over and over.

he feels your insides pulse once, twice then again before abruptly pulling his fingers out and letting go, gently blowing on your cunt to soothe aching feeling of your orgasm being torn from you.

you cry out bucking your hips trying to get him to help you reach your high before you fall back down but he only kisses around your dripping pussy letting out a low laugh.

“ i know i know it hurts i’m sorry “ he says, standing to his feet.

He begins to remove the rest of his clothes before settling between your legs once again but this time letting his hardened dick lay on your stomach, leaking pre cum before he reaches down and strokes himself.

he shifts his hips to lightly bump your entrance, sliding from your hole to your clit collecting your wetness to help lubricate himself.

“ please “ you whine sucking in air as you feel yourself get more sensitive from the heat radiating off his body

“ shh shh “ he responds, leaning down to capture your lips once more.

without warning he begins to slide himself inside of you with little to no resistance from how wet you are.

you gasp into his mouth but he continues going deeper before leaning down to kiss your neck.

“ fuck you feel so good how could your husband let you go like this ?” he whispers, gently rocking his hips and pushing your legs so that they’re closer to touching your shoulders.

You almost feel guilty being reminded of your husband but the way Toji pulls out and begins stroking you, using one hand to hold your side while the other keeps your legs pinned down leaves you gasping for air, focusing on your breathing as he hits deeper and deeper.

His head is spinning as he feels you clench around him, leaving your wetness at his base and dripping down your ass onto the sheets.

Your tight and warm. Your soft moans as you try to catch your breath makes him look up at you.

“ Look at me baby “ he says, taking his hand from your leg and placing your arm there instead.

he uses his now free hand to gently rub circles into your clit getting you used to the combination of sensations before changing the speed of his hips.

before you know it, he’s snapping his hips into yours and alternating between fixing your head to keep your eyes on him, rubbing your sides and up your stomach to soothe the overwhelming feeling of him pounding into you.

“ i told you to look at me, look at me or i’ll stop” he says, slowing down his motions but quickly starting at a fast pace again once he sees your eyes snap back to his.

He grabs a pillow from beside your head placing it under your hips to get a better angle before sliding himself back in feeling welcomed by your warmth.

“ you like that? you like me fucking you in the bed your husband sleeps in?” he says rubbing at your clit faster and faster, leaning down to press kisses all over your body in between words.

You can’t respond but using your free hand you grip the sheets trying to ground yourself.

your mouth shoots open, your eye brows scrunch and your throat burns from the scream youre holding in

“ let go baby it’s ok let go “ toji says, placing a final kiss on your head.

He feels you tighten, he feels your walls pulse with need before your legs try to straighten from the overwhelming pleasure as you reach your end.

He follows close behind, going hard and fast trying to reach his high before his eyes roll back

“. ugh- nghh fuck fuck fuck “ he moans, pulling out fast and spilling his hot seed all over your stomach.

You both sit there for a momment unmoving, basking in the moment while trying to catch your breath.

You’re startled by the front door slamming shut closely followed by the sound of your husband grumbling about dinner not being made.

Toji freezes on top of you.

“ come with me?” he asks, looking between you and the window.

your heart pounds in your chest as you nod your head at him.

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comfort ( yandere aizawa x reader )

lmfao look at me actually posting smthn after like 2 months anyways, just some short unfinished comfort that’s been sitting in my notes for almost a month 😭

tw: stockholm syndrome

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the slight chill from the snowy weather wakes you up as Aizawa lifts the covers to get out of bed. he doesn’t make it far since you’re clinging onto his neck for dear life with your head buried in his chest.

“ stoppp” you whine, gripping on harder then before.

“ i’m gunna make us breakfast sweetness ok?” he says, gently pulling you off of him.

you try to stand your ground, but of course aizawa is much stronger so you don’t exactly stand a chance.

the face you make him, your eyes blown wide and your mouth in a downturned smile as you annoyingly look up at him makes him bite back a smile.

a year ago you would’ve been pushing, screaming and fighting him to get away from you. now you cry any second hes not with you.

“ alight fine come here “

he lifts you up and gently taps your thighs to signal for you to wrap your legs around him.

he’s warm.

he feels like home.

The way you fell in love isn’t ok, you know this. But it’s so easy to forget when he’s so gentle with you.

it’s easy to forget when you bury your head in his warm neck and wraps one arm securely around your back, holding you close to keep you warm.

it’s easy to forget sets your down on the counter and pretends as if he’s on tv sharing a secret recipe for the worlds best hot chocolate and fluffy pancakes.

the hot chocolate is done first, made freshly from the stove lightly melting the colorful marshmallows on top.

he blows on it for you, eyeing you as you take small sips. your face contorts into a satisfied expression as the taste of warm chocolate melts on your Tongue and the hot mug warms your fingers.

you shiver a bit as the goosebumps start to calm down .

“ you still cold princess?” he asks looking at the old tan heater drip water as it struggles to turn on.

“ yeah-“ you say, smiling at the taste of marshmallows mixing with the thick chunks of chocolate left in the mug.

As if you were heard, the loud ring of of the bell on the heater shakes as small puffs a smoke are pushed out of it and you sigh knowing you’ll be warmer in just a minute

But It’s especially easy to forget when you can see the slight spark in his eyes as he watches your contempt face.

This is what he wanted, this is why he took you.

you’re glad. Because he doesn’t just feel like home, he is your home.

and you never want to leave

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Yandere vampire dabi x reader

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It started Sunday night, Dabi usually wakes you up by either fucking you or eating you out but today when you slowly blinked as you rubbed the crust out of your eyes, you didn’t feel another body on yours.

Confused and tired, you look around with your eyebrows scrunched but as the smell of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and… French toast? Flooded your nose your face fell into a satisfied smile.

You’re about to hop out of bed to see where dabi is and what’s going on when he walks in with a tray filled will all sorts of delicious foods.

You can make out French toast, pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon, sausage, and much more topped with a variety of fruits along with whipped cream and little containers filled to the brim with chocolate and caramel drizzle.

“ good morning baby, what are you doing? Lay back down.” Dabi says, pressing a kiss to your forehead before setting the tray on the opposite side of the bed.

“ uhmm, what am I doing? No, what are YOU doing? ” you ask, lightly disturbed by his act of affection.

“ I can’t make my wife breakfast?” He says.

Your face turns to disgust.

It’s not that you hate the idea of him calling you his wife, it’s that even though a couple of months ago he finally got around to officially making you his girlfriend, he never talked about your label.

If he did label you as his, it would normally be his bitch, his slut, or whatever name he knew would make you squirm uncomfortably at the moment.

So the fact that he just called you his “ wife” makes you happy but skeptical.

You decide it’s not worth it and flash him a beaming smile, thankful for his new act of kindness.

You spend the morning together while laughing and watching kids' movies, happy to Indulge the fantasy that you’ve been hoping for for so long. He never wants to do stuff like this so it’s finally your chance.

That night you fall asleep, feeling him hold onto you tighter than before.

Monday morning you wake up to him peppering your face with kisses too light for you to think it’s him.

“ ahh, there the princess is.” He says, reaching over you handing you a mug of warm hot chocolate.

“ you don’t have to get up right now, you should rest I’m taking you out tonight.” He continues.

You mumble out a short reply, kissing him back then taking the heated mug from him.

The steam for the drink melts the ice you swear was surrounding your nose from the cold weather.

The colored marshmallows add an extra sweetness while taking you back to the moments when your mother would make you this after you stayed outside playing in the snow for too long.

The Nostalgic feeling has tears ready to soak your face but instead, you finish off the cup and tuck your face into Dabis's neck.

12 hours later, you’ve gotten yourself dolled up to go out with dabi.

A dress you normally wouldn’t wear, but dabi doesn’t normally take you out so you decided to change it up a bit.

“ you ready?” He asks, going around the corner of the room to face you.

When he sees you he says nothing, all he can do is engulf you in a hug that has you struggling to breathe before he finally gets a grip, and let's go to get another look.

He calls you beautiful.

He calls you his queen.

He never says that.

Compared to how’s he acting now, you’re not sure if he’s just begun to love you or if he just had a breakthrough.

Either way, you’re smiling like a baby who’s tried sugar for the first time so it doesn’t matter.

The night goes great, you share laughs, smear ice cream all over each other which ruins your dress but the moment is all the matters.

Days later.

It’s Sunday morning once again. you’ve gotten used to the treatment Dabis been giving you.

One thing you don’t understand is why he’s taken so many fucking pictures.

They’re printed out and stuffed in the nightstand kept beside your bed but is it normal to have so many?

You don’t think about it too much, way too excited for what he has planned when he bursts into the room.

You snap your head to where he’s at and you see him holding a salt shaker to his lips as if it’s a microphone.

“ hit it I’m drivin her crazy now she callin my phone witta baby what.” He says Loud enough to make you cover your ears.

“ inside voice asshole,” you respond, flopping back onto the bed and pulling the cover over you to shield yourself from the light.

He walks over then pulls the covers back so he can stare down at you.

“ beautiful.” He says pressing a kiss to your forehead.

The day goes by quickly and dabi hasn’t mentioned anything about taking you out for the night so around 9 pm you’re relaxing in bed after a shower.

Outside the snow is coming down, creating a light layer on the ground and a beautiful view from the window near your bed.

It’s cold but the fluffy covers along with the warmth of the thermostat temperature rising leaves comfortable space so you’re not shivering.

You’re tired, munching on a bag of chips too lazy to put them up so you set them on the side of your bed before turning to look at dabi.

“ you look so good,” Dabi says, pulling out his phone for the umpteenth time, ready to snap a picture.

Your first thought is to cover yourself, tired of taking so many but you want to appreciate his behavior change so instead, you smile and make kissy faces as he repeatedly snaps photos of you at different angles.

“ you know I love you right?” He says, turning his phone over and coming closer to you.

You stay silent but nod your head.

“ I’ve been thinking, I do want to be with you forever. What do you think? Wanna be mines forever doll?” He says, positioning himself over your body and smiling down at you.

Your first thought is marriage.

You love dabi and see a future with him… but marriage? You’re so young…

You smile up at him anyways and nod your head once again, placing a gently kiss on his lips before falling back against your pillows.

He begins kissing down your neck as he wraps your legs around his waist.

He stops at one point, gently nipping a spot near your pulse.

“ ouch, Dabi let up a little.” You whine, pushing on his forearm to create distance.

He doesn’t listen and continues to gently bite at the spot on your neck, kissing and licking it forming a hickey much too painful for your liking.

“ mm stay still.” He says, tightening his hold on you.

“ ok dabi that hurts now let go.” You say, starting to really get agitated and wanting him to stop.

Dabis bigger than you, stronger than you, and faster than you.

So when he grips both of your wrists in one of his hands and smiles when he sees tears prickling in your eyes, you stop begging with words and hope your expression is enough to snap him out of whatever trance he’s in.

He leans down, licking your tears up.

He kisses and bites until he reaches the spot where he’s marked your neck before looking up so that you can see how his eyes dilate.

Your heart is beating fast and before you know it.

Crunch.

His sharp teeth are sinking into you, your legs want to kick but you feel like you’ve lost all movement.

Your tears stop falling and your eyes can no longer strain to look down at his, he can feel your arms and whole body go limp.

He continues to suckle on your neck for what feels like hours before he pulling away with a gentle kiss to the spot before licking up the excess blood.

Your eyes are lidded and you’re barely conscious.

The last thing you hear before your vision goes black is Dabis's low voice whispering in your ear.

“Forever is a long time.”

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Dabi x reader

Tittle : hush

Tw// non con, drugging

Soo in this, dabi is being non coned by reader, hope u enjoy. I’m sorry but I randomly thought of virgin dabi? Like imagine😭. This isn’t super detailed idk I started writing them I got lazy but someone will like it so I’m still posting it.

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You met him through mutual friends but because he’s such a misogynistic prick, you don’t talk to him much.

It’s Friday night and after a long day bumping into smelly students and dealing with moody professors, you decided to a have a chill night hanging out with some friends and people around campus at your place.

More people than you expected showed up but as long as they’re not too hype it isn’t a problem.

“ yep and I left right after. That bitch was all over me I’m like it’s time to go.” You here touya say, laughing and drinking with some people you recognize as cluster of your mutual friends.

You roll your eyes but walk closer to greet them, while ignoring his existence.

“ jeez not even a hi?” He says with a smirk

“ maybe when you stop talking about women like objects that you use for your pleasure.” You snap

“ awww someone jealous? Don’t be, I can fuck you too if you want.” He says, lightly tugging you to him by your waist.

You only glare at him before scoffing and walking a away.

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You watch him for the next hour, looking at the drink he keeps refilling his cup with before getting an idea.

You ask one of the scumbags you’re friends with for some pills before filling the jug with the crushed up drug.

The hang out is winding down and you start to walk people out. Touya is The last to leave but before he can waddle out in his drunken stage you tell him he forgot his phone and watch as he goes back to where he was to look for it and shut the door.

You text your friends knowing that they’ll ask what happened to him saying that he was knocked out so youre letting him crash on your couch for the night.

Of course they believed it.

“Where’s m’phone” he mumbles, stumbling across the room with hazy eyes.

You let out a low laugh and don’t respond. Instead, you grab him and lead him to your room before pushing him down on your bed.

“ don’t worry about your phone, you won’t need that right now.” You say, straddling him.

“ what are you doing? Get off of me.” He says, scrunching his eye brows and bucking his hips to remove you.

He unintentionally grinds against you and all you do is let out a moan.

Guess the pills worked.

“Mmm you sure you want that?” You ask, leaning down to sloppily kiss his lips.

He’s barley awake so your efforts to make out with him just end with you sucking on his lips and sliding the tip of your tongue between the small part of them.

Moments after getting him over more worked up, You reach down to pull him out, giving a few experimental strokes.

He’s already throbbing in your hand moving his hips to meet your pace and before you know it, he cums with a loud groan.

“ that’s Fûcking disgusting. You blew rope in less then a minute? There’s no way you fûcked 2 girls at the same time. Have you even done this before?” You ask,teasingly lifting your shirt to rub his cum on your tits.

The sight of it has him drooling and he’s unable to hide the way his ears heat up.

He’s too embarrassed to answer but the way his face flushes and he tries to bury his face in the pillow next to him tells you everything you need to know.

“ ohh I see.” You say, taking off the rest of his and yours clothes.

You line yourself up with him, and gently sink yourself onto his Engorged cock, rubbing your palms up and down chest trying to relax him.

He whines from the first time feeling of having something so warm and wet wrapped around him as you guide his hands to your waist.

“ nghh p-please off me.” He groans.

All you do it force his finger to rub at your clit as you start a slow pace of bouncing yourself on his thighs.!

“ mm fuck you feel so good, you see how good you’re making me feel?”

You gently cup the back of his head and push down so he can see the white ring of cream, gushing out of you and spilling onto the base of his cock.

You feel him twitch inside you and you collapse against his chest, continuing to slowly rock yourself against him.

“ d-don’t w’na, just stop it.” He whines

You slam your hips against his harder and faster, chasing your high as you suck on his neck leaving him littered in purple.

“ don’t wanna cum? Hmm that sound pretty fucking stupid coming from you. Arent you a little player? Don’t you like pussy? “ you say, while forcing him to grip your tits making you moan again.

“ m’sorry please…” he says.

He’s still humping into you, unconsciously chasing his high as his eyes start to gloss.

You change his position so that he’s sitting up, with you in his lap as you wrap your hands around his neck and get comfortable and smash your lips against his.

His body stiffens

“ ngh fuck fuck fuck please ah- shit.” He says Against your lips.

You feel hot cum flood your insides, pairing your walls with his thick cum. The feeling of it sends into a orgasm and you crash against him but still lazily fuck his swollen cock into your creamy walls.

He whines and writhes in a another desperate attempt to get away from you. You look up to see tears in his eyes but all you do is kiss them away and Slump against his limp body.

He has no choice but to sit there and let you warm his cock as his lids start to droop, and he passes out.

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When the door slammed shut you knew you fucked up.

How could you get the timing so wrong? You planned this for weeks just for it to get shut down in a matter of seconds.

You dropped the knife you had cut yourself with multiple time trying to bend the metal sealing the windows away from your reach.

It hurt but you didn’t care, being away from him is worth loosing a few fingers.

But that doesn’t matter now, not when your scrambling to hide knowing you wouldn’t escape with him so hot on your tail.

when the knife drops and you scatter underneath the bed leaving a trail of blood behind you, he’s already excited.

It’s been 30 minutes.

You know this because the antagonizing click of the bird clock gojo keeps hung high on the wall gets more patronizing with every passing second.

Tik. tok. click

It goes, as it strikes to the next number, allowing a baby crow to pop out and sing a special song signaling that it’s the next hour.

It feels like the bird is watching you.

It feels like the marble eyes placed neatly on either side of its petit head have somehow sunk just low enough for you to be in its view.

It feels like the song the bird replays when the new hour hits is now dedicated to taunting you and your loss.

The red that now glows behind the black round eyes engraved into the crows head only confirms what you had hoped not to be true.

You should’ve known he wouldn’t leave you here without a camera somewhere.

Your palms are aching from being in this position too long, red and sore from holding the weight of your body.

You wish you could lay flat but the chance of your breath being heard -though it’s nearly impossible because of the distance and the puddle of blood seeping from your freshly cut palm and fingers makes you keep your ground.

He’s getting closer, the jingle of the keys to the collar wrapped so tightly around your throat has your mouth dry.

First, it’s the door.

He lightly knocks, asking if anyone is there.

You know he knows.

The air gets thicker as he takes his first step inside.

You nearly choke when he lets out a blood curdling laugh.

“ I wonder where she’s gone.” He says with a smile all too big plastered on his face as he patronizingly taps his pointer finger on his chin.

Though you’re holding yourself up, you have your head ducked just enough to see him from the mouth and under.

The way he’s showing off his pearly whites gives you a hint at how wide his eyes must be blown from the Excitement of drawing out the situation.

He knew where you was from the beginning.

He wanted you know, taking too long to search through the house leaving the most obvious place for last.

You would’ve chosen a better hiding spot but there was no time.

So when he suddenly stops laughing and sits on the bed, aligning his feet with the stance of your hands you know it’s over.

time is up

#short story #tw dark content #tw kidnapping #yandere gojo

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Can I request yandere Mr. Compress taking care of his darling when she's scared? Thank you in advance <3

Mr.compress x reader

Aww this is cute and stuff

Tw: implied kidnapping

Word count : 463

I got lazy writing this sorry ma’am

It’s been a month since you’ve been out of the basement.

You stopped trying to escape and he thought that you had now realized that you and him were meant to be.

He thought you realized that he’s the only one who could live and protect you.

You were laying in bed, wrapped in covers when he came into the room.

You’re both night owls so he normally keeps the light in so you can both see whatever activity you decide to do for the night but you both decided on just watching a movie.

He flicks off the light and it’s pitch black.

“where’s the remote?” He says

You don’t answer and he can’t make out your body lying against the bed to he feels around for you but when he tried to lift the covers from your head the only thing you do is let out a low scream and cower under the comforter.

It clicks in his mind.

You’re afraid of the dark.

It seems like an irrational fear at your age, but being locked in a dark basement with little to no food or water, no human interaction and just your thoughts took a toll on your mental health.

He never thought about that.

He spent minutes kissing your head over the covers you used as a shield of protection.

Eventually, he slowly got you to come out and he immediately wrapped his arms around you and smooshed you against his chest.

“Fuck 'm so sorry baby I swear I didn’t know.”

He doesn’t even hint that he knows what actually scared you.

But the way he has you tucked into his side and he’s holding onto you like you might slip away if he does loosen his grip.

He lets you cry into his chest for a moment before deciding on how he’s going to cheer you up.

“ ok up, let’s go.”

He’s not that good at comforting you but the only thing he can think of is setting you down in a warm bath.

He turns the light off but leaves candles lit and throws small glow-up stars into the bath with you.

He leaves for a few moments, setting up a beanbag corner filled to the brim with your favorite snacks and take out while he finds a Disney movie to enjoy with you.

He rubs your back and neck as you lean back into the bath, relaxing your muscles with each minute passing by.

The bath, movies, and snacks are great but the best part is when he has his arms securely wrapped around you, tucking your face back into his neck as he runs his fingers down your spine telling you how you’ll never have to go through that again. He’ll protect you.

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Shigaraki x reader

No tw it’s kinda just fluff? Eh idk

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If you don’t know, cvs is pharmacy. They have medical stuff and provide a lot of things prescribed by your doctor if you choose to have it stored there. They also double as a snack place and they have a couple other things like cds and movies ect.

You’ve beat around the bush for too long. You’ve watched the skin on the back of his neck fall off like a Nutri-Grain bar and you’re TIRED of it.

Earlier today while he was on a Mission, you took a trip to your local cvs for some cera ve moisturizing cream and face wash, and a anti itching cream for him.

You knew he wouldn’t want to do it so you hid the back under the sink in the bathroom and waited for him to get home.

“ babe? Where are you?” He yells, smelling the door of your shared room.

“ I’m in hereee” you yell from the bathroom, your nerves screaming as you worry he’ll freak out on you.

He walks in and immediately notices how weird you’re acting and asks what’s behind your back.

“ shig, please don’t freak out.” You say

“ what the hell is it” he asks, walking closer.

You try to call him down but he’s not hearing it and snatches the bottle of face wash from your hands.

He gives you a look and without a word he lowers a 5th finger down, ready to disintegrate the bottle

“ NO WAIT, if you let me do this I’ll do whatever you want for an hour, please baby?” You whine, giving him the same face that always makes him cave.

He rolls his eyes and let’s put a low grunt of agreement.

You push his head down, closer to the sink before rubbing a bit of the face wash into your hands then gently massaging it into his face, avoiding applying too much pressure to any scabs.

When you move onto his neck he jumps a bit and water gets in you and him.

“ fucking shit shig stay still. I’m going to have to be the one to mop after this so make it easy for me yeah?” You say, dabbing warm water onto his scratched up neck.

“ yeah yeah yeah just hurry up.” He responded.

5 minutes later, his face, neck and the bathroom floor is drenched.

That man cannot sit still and let you wash his face.

“ alright come on” you say, pulling him into back into your room and pushing him onto the bed.

You let him air dry while dancing around the room to his favorite song, watching his eyes light up at the sight of you.

“ ok ok now sit still, this stuff is $50 a piece we can’t waste it.” You say

He quietly nods his head and closes his eyes as you apply the moisturizing cream.

You gently pat his face to make sure all of it is soaking in it his skin, then you sit behind him and push his head down so his neck is revealed to you.

There’s no blood dripping but you can see the fresh indents of his finger snails, causing you to frown.

You apply the anti itch healing cream little by little and smile at how soft it looks.

“ and done! Come look!!” You beam at him, dragging him to your mirror.

He moves his face around, and touching his cheeks before lightly rubbing at his neck

“ no don’t touch you’ll rub off the product.” You say, pulling his hand away from his neck.

“ sorry sorry.” He says.

You smile at his compliance and gasp as you run to the bag of skin care, pulling out a small Fidget toy you picked up from the store.

“ instead of scratching at your neck, try playing with this.” You say, handing him the toy.

“ thanks” he mutters, leaning down to kiss you.

Later that night as you’re alseep in his arms you don’t see the way tears come down hus face.

No one has ever cared about him like you do.

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Hawks x bully reader thirst/ imagine?

Tw// abuse , non con oral sex, uhh angst?

Idkk I randomly thought about bullying hawks, he’s mad strong so imagining him as a mf who can barley defend himself Bcs he’s too scared to fight back is ughhh😶

Short asf - 240 words

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Keigo never understood why you felt the need to mess with him everyday.

At first, you only ignored him when he made advances to be nice to you. you watched as your friends laughed and told him you’d never talk to someone like him.

But then it got worse.

You’d leave little kisses on his cheek and neck when it was just you and him, slowly stroking his sensitive wings before inevitably pulling on them, causing him quietly moan into your neck, jumping his hips into the air.

He’d go home after a long day of being kicked, punched, and slapped around by you and your friends.

He’d apply alcohol to the spots where your long nails dug into his neck and left deep crescents in their place.

But it kept getting worse.

It always gets worse.

He’d been going in and out of closets, bathrooms and switching hallways trying to avoid you or anyone you associate with.

It didn’t work.

So when you drag him into a dimly lit empty classroom and drop to your knees, forcing him to fuck your mouth and make him cum embarrassingly fast over and over again leaving your face and tits stained in his kids then mocking his whimper as he twitches pathetically, he has nothing to say.

When you make him get on his knees next so you can sling your leg over his shoulder and tell him that if he makes you cum fast enough maybe you’ll leave him alone for the day, he has nothing to say.

He tries as hard as he can, griping your ass to pull you on his face more as he Swirls his tongue over your clit, fucking his fingers into the spot that makes you cream all over him he hopes you’ll spare him for the remainder of the day.

But why would you leave him alone when you just found about his secret talent?

When you leave the imprint of your nails against his cheek as he’s left kneeling in a puddle of sweat, cum, and tears while your friends file into the classroom and end the Recording he knew nothing about, he only thinks to himself

It always gets worse.

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#cw dark content #tw dark content #tw non con #tw noncon #mha x reader #keigo x reader #tw exhibitionism #hawks x reader #bnha angst #tw dubious consent #hawks x y/n

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Bully bakugou

Tittle : the last time ( part 4)

Tw noncon, kidnapping, slight somno? Not really. Stalking mention, and impact play? Yeah that’s it I think

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Reader is female. Ngl I kind of lost motivation to write, series are honestly hella tiring but 3 more chapter and it’s done so I’m pulling through lmao.

This is a pretty short chapter but anyways

Intro

Part 1

Part 2

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When you wake up, there’s smoke everywhere and you can barely breathe.

You can hear grunting in your ear and hot pain shoots through you, starting at your core and making you jolt forward.

“ Stay the fuck still.” Katsuki practically moans in your ear.

You’re scared to move and you can almost feel yourself about to throw up, looking out of the corner of your eye you see Kirishima.

There's him and a couple of other guys awkwardly looking at each other, trying to avoid looking bakugous way.

“ aww, what’s the matter, guys? Don’t wanna see her get fucked dumb by her owner? Kiri told me how hard you guys were staring at her tits so why aren’t you looking? Too fucking scared?” He groans

He’s bouncing you in his lap, making you take all of him unprepared.

You can hear how wet you are every time he forces you down.

“ cmon guys, I know you wanna look just take a peek it’s ok.” He says a loudly

It’s been 45 minutes of overstimulating pounding and for the 3rd time, you pass out.

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It’s been a few days since you’ve seen bakugou.

After being put on display and being used as bait for Bakugou to beat the shit out of your classmates, you’ve decided to stay home for a couple of days.

Your phone has been blowing up with threats from katsuki, you’ve tried ignoring him but he just gets his friends to do the same.

You ultimately decide to listen to the voice messages and delete them as you go but it’s 2 am when you’re down to the last 3 so you’re eyes are barely open.

Your lids are heavy, your mouth agape as you let out the 3rd.yarn in the last 5 minutes. So, finally, you drift off.

Bakugous been watching you, silly ole you thinking he would let you be alone. The cameras he had installed while you were at his house made sure he’d always be able to see his baby.

But he no longer wants to see you over a camera.

So here he is, standing over you. Watching your chest lightly fall as you breathe, your phone slipping out of your hand as you shift in your sleep to get more comfortable.

You won’t be needing your phone, he’ll take care of that for you.

He caresses your face and blood rushes to his lower parts.

You look so pretty like this.

Next thing he knows, you’re Leah are hooked around his waist and he’s carrying you back to his house.

Your new home.

You wake up with him panting above you as he strokes himself hard and fast.

Your larks and legs are bound and there’s tape over your mouth, preventing you from doing more than muffling out a blood-curdling scream.

“ mm started without you sorry baby you just look so fucking good.” He grunts.

His eyes switching from your face down to your tits and it’s only then done you realize that you’re stripped naked.

His hands reach out to grope your tits and you start to struggle, pulling against the rope causing your skin to burn a little.

A blunt smack to your face has tears quickly running down your cheeks.

He slapped you.

“ Stay the fuck still. I didn’t tell you to move, let me have this you selfish bitch. I gave you your space and time to come back on your own, you made this happen now sit still before I split your fucking head open.” He grunts.

His hips are stuttering and he’s not trying to hold back his moans, letting himself whine and grunt as loud as possible.

He pants, slapping your tits around and landing generous amounts of his spit fall onto your face missing with your tears until your a sloppy mess.

He cums with an obnoxiously loud moan, painting your chest with his sticky white load slightly overstimulating himself by jerking himself a while longer at the sight of you covered in him.

Your joints are tired and your head is still ringing from the bruising slap to your cheek.

He leans down and kisses you as you start to blackout once again.

“ enjoy your sleep, this is the last time you’ll be doing something without permission.”

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Yandere eren yeager x reader

Tittle: 6 years

Tw// non con, drugging, abuse, non con pics.

Soo this is just headcannons of bully! Eren being an asshole

- Yanderebully! eren who’s had his eye on you since the beginning of high school and still won’t leave you alone when you’re a sophomore in college

- Yanderebully!eren who trips when no one looking and offers to take you to the nurse to check if you’re alright

- Yanderebully!eren who slams your head to the wall and makes you stay down until you can find a way to make it up to him for wasting his time

- Yanderebully!eren who kicks his foot into your teeth, leaving you bloody and bruised while he walks off to who makes out with some extra

- Yanderebully!eren who creeps to your house later at night to watch you patch up your face while stroking his cock to the thought of fucking up your face so bad that he’s the only one who’d wanna look at you

- Yanderebully!eren who traps you in the janitors closet on campus the next day

- Yanderebully!eren who makes you get on your knees and show him why he shouldn’t bruise your cervix before class.

“ fucking shit harder, open your throat I know you can do better than this you little slut.” He grunts, forcing you past your limits.

- Yanderebully!eren who leaves you a drooling mess and slams the door on your fingers as you try to leave the room behind him. He doesn’t want to be seen coming out of a private room with a bitch like you.

- Yanderebully!eren who again pretends to care about you, walking you to the nurse when you come to class broken up.

- Yanderebully!eren who takes the time waiting at the nurse's office, forcing you to sit on his lap as he humps the outside of your pussy and gropes at your tits, spitting insults into your ear about how lucky you are that he only has eyes for you.

- Yanderebully!eren who marks up your neck secretly trying to claim you after hearing about some extra having a gross crush on you.

- Yanderebully!eren who texts you late at night, telling you about the party he’s throwing. You’ll be there at 10 pm tmr.

- You can’t come? Yeah, you can, unless you want those pictures of you with his cock stuffed down your throat all over the school? Hmm, he thought so, wouldn’t wanna lose your scholarship over acting like a cock hungry slut.

- Yanderebully!eren who doesn’t pay you an ounce of attention at the party, too busy groping a bimbo who’d do anything to get noticed by him.

- Yanderebully!eren who makes eye contact with you and winks at you while grinding on the girl who hates you the most.

- Yanderebully!eren who has his shithole friends spike your drink.

- Yanderebully!eren who pretends to come to the rescue when they all have you pressed against his bed, ready to split you open.

- Yanderebully!eren who finishes the job himself, fucking into your lifeless body.

- Yanderebully!eren who leave you bloody and tainted with his cum and sweat.

- Yanderebully!eren who snaps pictures of you covered in his cum.

he finally has you the way he’s dreamed since he saw you, even if it took years of winding you down to be the perfect mindless slut for him.

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Overhaul x reader

Title: bakery

Tw // kidnapping? That’s it

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- You guys met while he was on a mission, he needed a place to hide and your bakery just happened to be close.

- He was able to sneak in without being seen and hide in the employee’s bathroom when you bursted in, needing so badly to pee after tending to customers for so long

- You didn’t even realize until you stood up to wash your hands that he was looking like a mad man standing ing the corner.

- You first thought was to scream but all you could do is stand there.

“ your going to shut the fuck up and do what I say, got it?” He said, way too clam for your liking.

- confused asf, you walked closer to him assuming he was gunna guide you outside where no one would see but when he recoils in disgust and scurries to the other side of the room he look at him like he’s gone bonkers.

“ this is a bakery right? Im sure you guys have gloves and masks, go get some. If you’re not back in 2 minutes this whole is going to be disassembled.”

- you quickly went to go retrieve the items and watched as he sighed to himself when he put the gear on.

- You didn’t question it and let him take you. There wasn’t much you could do and since you had just served a bunch of Customers there wasn’t really anyone around to see what was going on

- He took you to his house and told you to sit on his couch ( which was wrapped in plastic?)

- He cooked for you, constantly cleaned and that’s when you put 2 and 2 together, he’s a fucking germaphobe.

- You didn’t mind since there’s nothing wrong with being clean but sometimes he took it to the max, making you annoyed at his pestering.

- Eventually you grew on each other and you decided to stay with him out of your own free will.

- He let you go outside, he let you sit on the couch without something under you, and he let you help cook more.

- About a year into whatever you guys had built, he started to catch feelings for you and tried to be more intimate in hope of you feelings the same way.

- He’d stand in the middle every morning and chant to himself that it’s ok to touch you without gloves, he doesn’t wear a mask in his house of course but the gloves stayed on since he hadn’t completely warmed up to you.

- He would start to hug you, sit closer to you and put his hand over yours to help you complete certain tasks.

- So one day when you’re sitting and watching a show, he just kissed you.

- It happened to fast and his eyes were blown wide seconds after he did it.

- You were surprised, but you definitely liked it so you took it upon yourself to kiss him again.

- He confessed how he felt and was ecstatic that you felt the same way.

Another year later he got over his fear of seggz and you ended up with 2 kids and lived happily ever after yay.

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Gojo x reader smut 18+

Reader is female

Tittle // winter break

Tw // age gap? Dub con

Sypnosis : u and gojo fuck but he’s he bsfs dad.

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You and his son junito had met at a McDonald’s near your campus

You were in a rush and so was he, it turns out you shared a crazy-ass professor and just never noticed each other.

You began to hang out, bonding over wanting the same future and having the same major. Eventually, you becomes best friends and did EVERYTHING together. From cheating off of each other to help one another pass to splitting a Big Mac when you were both down on money

Months pass and winter break is rolling around.

“ you going home for break?” Your best friend asks, smacking on his tiny corner of lunch he's savoring.

“ uhh I was just going to stay on campus, I don’t have anything to do.” You respond

You’ve never mentioned your family, even when he went hours ranting about how close he and his dad are you always made sure the conversation stayed on him.

You and your family haven’t been in contact. Your parents have very traditional values and don’t agree with you going to school. They hoped you would stay at home helping your mother with the house until you settled down with a man but you had bigger goals. In the years you had saved up enough money plus you had gotten A partial scholarship. Do you cited on the college and moved away last minute in the middle of the night without their knowledge. Since then you haven’t talked to them and you don’t regret it.

“ awwwq what? Why stay here it’s so boring. Why don’t you come with me to meet my dad? He knows all about you since I can’t stop yapping.” He suggests

“ I’ll think about it”.

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The next week you have a small suitcase packed for your stay.

How did you get here?

Lots and LOTS of begging and pestering from junito.

You’ve greeted his father and had a short conversation about how you and his son met, later going into details about your major.

You’re staying on the couch for the night until the guest bedroom is ready for you.

It’s 1 am and you decide on going into the kitchen and rummaging through the pantry to find a small snack.

You hear heavy footsteps that cause you to drop your bag of chips and turn around.

“ relax pretty girl it’s me,” gojo says

“ Sorry Mr. Satoru, you scared the crap out of me” you blush at the nickname but sweep it under the rug, figuring that that’s probably how he talks to all the people your age.

You’re 22 and he’s 43, the gap is there and anyone who saw you sides by side could tell.

He’s about 6’5 and built to the max.

With no shirt on and sweat pants hanging low on his waist, everything is visible.

He has a few scars on his chest and arms but none the less he doesn’t fail to put every boy in your college to shame.

His voice snapped you back to the present

“ up for a snack?” He asks, pulling out his phone.

“ Yeah I’m kinda hungry “ you laugh

“ wanna make some nachos? We have everything” He smiles.

Nachos? Who could turn that down?

30 minutes later, you’re almost finished making them and you’re topping if you’re shared pan of nachos with some sour cream.

He watches you lick a bit of sour cream off of your finger, smudging some on your lips.

He pierces his lips and stifles a groan at the sight, feeling himself grow half-hard at the thought of there being something else on your lips.

He shakes the thought off and gives the food a try.

“ we’re going to have stomach issues in the motioning ya know.” He laughs

You nod your head and finish chewing

“ yeah but it’s worth it. Haven’t had this much fun in a minute, besides being on campus with junito” you respond.

He shuffles a little closer to you

“ glad to help your Bordem, now come on let me show you how to stack this and get the best bite.”

You think he’s going to demonstrate for you and have your copy but instead, he comes behind you and places his hands on your waist.

“ it’s kinda messy, don’t be shy get closer .”

He uses pushing you closer to the counter as a way to grind his now fully erect cock against your ass.

He teaches you step by step how to stack it up and subtly grinds himself against you, intending to reach his high without you noticing.

You can feel the way his cock is pressed again as though and you resist the urge to let out a soft whimper at the feeling.

Your pussy is throbbing at this point and you can feel your slick starting to coat your inner thighs.

You quickly take a bite of the chip and swallow it down, trying to excuse yourself to the bathroom as quickly as possible

“Where ya going in a rush,” gojo says, holding you in place and leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“ Mr. Satoru… need to use the bathroom” you whine, squirming in his hold.

He takes a leap of faith and reaches down to cup your sweet spot over your nightwear, massaging the outside

“ yeah? You sure what you need is the bathroom?” He kisses your ear

You let out another whimper as his other hand moves up to cup your breasts and grope them.

The moan he hears is enough for him to solidify that you want this too and picks you up bringing you back to the couch and lays you on your back.

He dives down to seal your lips in a kiss and nibbling st your bottom lip to let you know to open so he slides his tongue in.

Your hips rise and try to ground against him, so he slides his hands down your body to rip your shorts and push your shirt up enough so that your tits are spilling out and he can kiss his way down your chest to capture a nipple in his mouth. He sucks the bud between his flips, lightly hitting down before giving the other one the same treatment.

He wants to prep you but the way his cock is throbbing has him bucking into the air, desperate for contact with something.

He shoves his hands down his sweats to pull out his cock before tapping it on your leaking pussy.

Your clit aches and twitches with each hit and slowly pushes into you.

Your eyes were closed so the painful low screech that erupted from your throat as he lowered himself into wasn't anticipated.

He’s about 8 inches long, with quite a bit of girl and a small bush of white fluffy hair sits at the end

He rubs at your clit to help you I’d just to his size and length. You look down and your eyes go wide at how much he’s splitting you open.

He gives an experimental thrust to prepare you before pulling out and slamming back into you.

He’s pinching and rubbing your clit as his hips Rock into you.

He leans down to pull a nipple into his pith again, licking and swearing it around his tongue feeling you’re cunt contract around him at the overwhelming sensation

“ mm, such a little slut. You gonna let anyone split you open like this you little bitch? What if he walked out right now, what if he saw me tutting into you huh? I know this pussy would still want me.” He says as he alternated between your nipples.

You clench and let out breathy moans without responding because you know it’s true. You wouldn’t care if your best friend walked out and seen you spread out under his dad like this. All that matters is the way he pushing against your G-spot and making your clit buzz with his words.

“ you’re my bitch tonight, aren’t you? Needed me to put this cunt to use? “

He sucks a hickey into your neck and you try to form a proper sentence but all that happens is your head rolling back as he pushes your legs to your chest and stuffs his fingers down your throat to silence you.

He’s pounding into you harder and your body can’t take it. Your legs start to shake and your eyes roll back when he angles his hips and hits your spot even harder.

You can feel the pulse of his cock and the veins running down it as he's working himself in and out of you.

You can tell he’s close when he buries his face in your neck to stifle his groans.

You try to fuck him back by raising your hips but all he does is slam into you harder, hitting your cervix making your entire body ache.

“ Stay still.” He says

He removes his fingers from your mouth and lands them on your leg to stabilize himself as he roughly fucks himself deep into you, close to his high.

He rubs your clit too fast it almost hurts and your throat burns from how hard you’re trying to muffle your moans.

His eyes cross and his hips go stiff as he pulls out and rubs himself all over your clit, sending you into a mind-blowing Orgasm causing you to squirt all over him.

The sight of his makes him cream instantly, and he paints the outside of your pussy white, smearing it around.

His body crashes against yours and you whisper to him

“ thank you, sir”

As you both fall asleep.

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When you wake up, you're in a new set of clothes with a light blanket covering you and you can hear your best friend in the kitchen talking to his dad.

You walk into the kitchen, wiping any crust off your eyes before greeting them both.

“ good morning guys.” You say

“Goodmorning? No fuck you, you guys had a nachos party last night and didn’t wake me up? What the fuck.” He says, his eyes boring into you.

He tried to cover his look of hurt and the way his voice wants to crack.

You and gojo can both see it in his eyes.

He knows.

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