#dark bnha

[sinfulcries]

🍵 Call me the tea anon.

I’ve never done something like this as I’m kinda new to Tumblr so sorry if this is a bother.

But can I have a strong tiger villain reader who kidnaps hawks. He would treat hawks like a pet or force him into being their submissive mate by putting a callor on him, scratching his arms or legs as a way of marking him, and biting his neck.

But when the reader gets in the mood they decide to force him to have sex with him against his will. The reader would cum in him many times for hours until he breaks.

I’m sorry if this is too graphic and too much and I hope you aren’t uncomfortable with this.

predators and prey - hawks x male reader

author’s note. my tip sticky. anyways i wanna breed keigo so bad, you just know this twink has the tightest ass LITERALLY he would take my cock in so good.

tw. DARK CONTENT, noncon, animal hybrids, kink, size difference, dacryphilia, spit, belly bulging, manhandling, no prep, forced sex and penetration

Tiger hybrids were such fascinating species indeed. Though they were much rarer and tons more intimidating than their feline counterpart, they certainly had their own intense and alluring charm. Others practically praised the ground you walked on— You were so exotic that people would instantly turn their heads to admire just how handsome and confident you looked, striding around the city with such a cool aura.

If tigers were considered to be at the top of the food chain, birds just like Keigo ranked somewhere at the bottom.

Although he was quite pretty with his golden eyes and high cheekbones— good looks outweighed in his strength making him weaker than most animal-human hybrids. He was nothing but a pretty bird with a pretty body. And other tiger hybrids would be stupid if they didn’t pounce on him, the moment he showed just the slightest bit of vulnerability.

You were never afraid to use your brazen strength to your advantage. It was part of your nature, being so aggressive and rough with everyone you interacted with. However, The sight of Keigo made the animalistic urge in your gut claw at you from the inside.

Especially now that he was underneath you, clawing at your bicep all while begging for you to let him go— The tears in those cute big eyes only ensured that you kept your grip on him nice and secure being extra careful so that he wouldn’t be able to escape. Not that he wouldn’t be able to with how weak he was compared to you.

“Stop struggling, You wouldn’t want me... harming those beautiful wings of yours would you?” You teased letting your fingernails scratch at the sensitive bone, a muffled sob only leaving Keigo’s lips in response.

The man could feel his heart racing every time he felt your sharp claws on his skin and your warm breath against his nape. It was obvious that you wanted to devour him— have him ruined by the time you were done having fun with his tiny body however as you hastily ripped each piece of his clothing off, the fear coursing through his veins made his cock twitch with masochistic anticipation.

Keigo was absolutely gorgeous— There was no doubt in that, if he wasn’t, you wouldn’t have chose him to be your mate but seeing him trembling beneath you, pale skin flushed pink and cock twitching pathetically against his stomach, you could feel your cock chubbing in arousal, a dark smirk worming it’s way slowly onto your lips.

“Now that’s a fucking sight...” You groaned breathlessly, taking his leaking cock in your hand before jerking him off at a steady pace, relishing in the way his body jerked upwards into your touch. Keigo could slowly feel his mind melting with the numbing pleasure that you were providing him; and the stimulation on his sensitive cock only made matters worse for him as he started craving for even more.

“Mmf—!” The blonde moaned girlishly, shutting his eyes as he felt himself shooting ropes of cum on his stomach, your calloused fingers now inching downwards from his cock to his ass. This was so fucking embarrassing! Keigo felt so filthy, and you loved every second of it— your eyes shining brightly in twisted fascination.

“Hm you seem loose enough, I’m feeling a bit impatient today..” You murmured, fisting your length before pressing the head against his tight hole, teasing the man by spitting on his face, a sick smile plastered on your face as you watched the fat gob roll down his eye and down to his cheek.

Wordlessly pushing your fat cock inside of him, Keigo let out an inhuman scream, the cloth in his mouth now deemed useless with how loud his voice was raised. Giving the smaller male an amused chuckle, you took your time in marveling at the way your cock would disappear inch after inch inside of his ass. And though Keigo was sobbing in pain, wings flapping uselessly behind his back, You only gave him a second to adjust to your size before fucking him nice and hard on your mattress.

Keigo was positive that he was going to break! You were so rough with him! Manhandling and fucking him as if he was a mere rag doll. Each and every deep thrust made his body jolt with pleasure, the air in his lungs getting knocked out of him every time you slammed into him balls deep without a single regard to his well being.

Keeping a tight grip on his waist, You let out a deep groan as you watched the man crumble beneath you. You were certain that he’d look even prettier passed out limp on your cock. “God— I can see my cock moving in your tummy. You’re so fucking tiny, so easy for me to destroy.” You laughed, pace unwavering as you snapped your hips vigorously against his— Your thrusts slowly turning sloppy as you felt your high approaching.

The blonde could vividly feel your cock rearranging his guts— he was going to become a mother! The thought of birthing your children only made his ass clench tighter around you, milking your cock of all it’s worth as you came deep inside of him, filling his womb with your hot cum.

Keigo looked pathetic now that he was leaking with your cum, however you were far from finished! And stuffing the pretty boy with more of your cum was the only thing that occupied your head. Giving the man’s cheek a firm slap, You smirked, “Don’t look so relieved yet, Keigo. We still have to fill that belly up with more cum.”

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Late Night

Pairing: Dark Hawks x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

Female Reader

SUMMARY: Keigo hates threatning you - only when necessary.

WARNINGS: Implied Kidnapping; Threats.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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"Hey, c'mon, don't cry..." 

He tries, tentatively reaching with a hand but instantly stopping at the abrupt increase of your sobbing. 

"Y/n? Babe, pretty please..." he sighs, rubbing his tired eyes, "Let's just go to sleep, yeah? It’s getting late and I have to wake early tomorrow."

"Leave me alone." you howl the words out, as if you're a wounded dog. You feel like one, to be fair. Bunched up in a corner of this huge room, face contorted as you cry ugly tears and snot. 

It's only been a week since you were taken from the comfort of your life, and you still can't stop the aching pain that burns your heart whenever you think about it. 

During the day, it’s slightly more manageable to pretend that it’s fine, that you’ll eventually escape him, that everything will be fine.

But as soon as the dark cast of the night hits, it’s like all the overwhelming weight of sad reality starts to wear you down. 

You’re so tired of him. You just wanna go home and hide underneath the safety of your blankets. 

“Babe….”

Keigo sighs once again, leaning back at the adjacent beige wall as he runs his fingers through the blonde hair. 

"Hate to ask, but any chance you can speed this up? Not to the part where you relentlessly beg to go home, to which I'll say no - obviously." Keigo says with such normality as if he’s asking you to turn the lights off.

"Also not the part where you cry your pretty eyes out for another 20 minutes, yell shitty things, threaten me, and so goes on…”

You gulp, with a new batch of tears forming as he tilts his head to the side, lips curling into a half-smile as if your despair amuses him. 

“... but yes to the part where you finally shut up with the hysteria and we go to bed.”

You tearfully glare at him, indignation flaring up at his nonchalant words. 

“I hate you. You kidnapped me!" you continue, half-choking in your own tears, hoping the hatred and anger in your face is enough to show him just how much you hate him. “I hate you!” 

Keigo dismissively shrugs his shoulders, despite the new tension in his jaw as he glances at his wrist watch. 

“I’m not the bad guy here, babe.” 

“You-” 

“If I was the bad guy…” he interrupts you, an unpleasant glint in his eyes showing that deep your words didn’t sit right with him. “...right now I’d be punching a hole into your pretty face for being such a brat. Or maybe I’d be ripping your tongue out with my bare hands, so you won’t speak bullshit like that. Maybe you’d like that better?” 

Your eyes widen at that, body freezing as fear takes control of you. 

For most times Keigo is laid-back and chill, but times like these are the ones that remind you that he’s just as dangerous as a villain is. He could easily hurt or even kill you within seconds, and there was nothing your quirkless ass could do to stop him.

You are at his mercy, much like you’ve always been ever since he took you. 

You hate how helpless you feel. 

Keigo notices your mortified reaction and walks closer, crouching in front of you. 

“Didn’t mean to scare you, babe.” he says with a jovial tone. “But I really need you to behave, ‘kay?”

His hand elevates and he ignores your flinch as he brushes away a few tears. 

“Enough with the tears, you’re too pretty to be cryin’ like that.” he smiles, hand lowering to grab your forearm.

He stands up, pulling you with him towards the bed. 

“Now, let’s go get our beauty sleep.”  

[specialgrades]

unclean. kai chisaki.

big brother!overhaul x bottom!reader

wc: 1.7k

summary: clean freak kai only ever wants one mess: the one he turns his innocent baby brother into with his cock.

warnings: incest, somnophilia, noncon/dubcon, watersports, overstimulation, kai’s a creep, innocence/corruption kink, creampie, jealous kai

a/n: overhaul has me feeling some type of WAY bro,,, first bottom fic i’m finally being true to myself B) corruption kink go brrrrr also the banner sucks lol

in a world full of disease and disgust, kai found solace in very few things. from his gloves and mask to protect him from any disgusting thing that threatened to touch him, to his cute little brother.

kai never thought of people as clean or pure. it was almost unheard of to hear people and those words in the same positive sentence. but here he was, losing his wits over his baby brother. losing his mind over how innocent (Y/N) was. his anger bubbled up whenever someone threatened to spoil the innocence his sweet little (Y/N) held. so why was he so eager to do it himself?

you had very little understanding of the adult world. your parents learned the hard way with kai of what that can do to someone. they entrusted kai to keep you safe most of the time; oh how much of a mistake that was now.

the mistake started off innocently. kai would help you with damn near everything like he always did. he loved picking out outfits for you, loved helping you bathe and make sure any dirt or grime from this disgusting world didn’t leave a mark on your perfect body. he wanted you to stay this cute, innocent little boy he always knew you as. he never realized how his late nights spent sneaking in your room could be damaging that facade.

like everything else, it started off innocent. he’d check up on you, making sure you never had nightmares. he slowly became addicted to watching you sleep. how could you possibly get even more pure? kai didn’t know, what he did know was that it slowly turned into something else. he started examining your body for any signs of impurity, his gloved hands running along the planes of your torso. one day he took off a glove, and almost creamed himself feeling your soft skin under his fingertips. out of everything in this world, you were the only thing he wanted to touch.

he especially loved doing this after he bathed you, feeling his handiwork for himself. he originally would never go beyond what was already bare; his need to feel every inch of your angelic form grew too much to handle. his hands tugging down those cute little shorts he bought you to sleep in. he’d seen you naked plenty of times, and helped you groom yourself too. none of that prepared him for how soft you looked. 

he wondered what sounds you’d make when he helped you feel good. he’s helped you with so many other things, why wouldn’t you trust him to make you feel good? he felt his cock harden in his pants as he continued to imagine. your cute little sounds and facial expressions; would you try to move away from him or would you push against him?

that was the first time he jacked off purely to the thought of you. his sweet baby brother, how could he not? he went back to his own room to do so, groaning your name as he fisted his cock.

you were none the wiser. the next morning greeting him like you always did- with a soft peck over his mask. you were cautious with him in that sense, and to that he was grateful. his tired eyes followed you as you pranced to the kitchen, giving mom and dad hugs. kai’s ego swelled at the thought that he was the only one you gave those sweet kisses to. he wanted to make sure he was always the only one you did such with.

this went on. he’d sneak into your room, examining your body and having to make a b-line to his room to rid himself of those fantasies of you. soon just visualizing became boring, and now he’s removed the b-line to his room.

he thanked whatever god he could that you weren’t easily disturbed in your sleep. just touching you while he jerked his cock was enough to send him over the edge very quickly. slowly but surely he started to lose care, no longer being careful. it escalated so much to the point that he would now straddle your chest. the first time he did it he made a mistake and came on your face. a deep groan left his chest before he realized what happened. part of him wanted to leave it there, but how could he corrupt you like that? in time, he thought, as he used a washcloth to wipe his cum off your rosy cheeks.

it was the last straw when you came home talking about a boy you met at college. he was charming, catering to you. kai’s blood boiled. how dare someone else go after whats his? as per usual, kai had almost no trouble showing the anger this new information made him feel.

kai wanted to keep you to himself. mold your insides to his cock and his cock alone. his own brother, he wanted to ruin your innocence for himself.

that night when he snuck into your room, he got bold. straddling your thighs, he fished out his cock and yours. your dick was dwarfed by his and he loved it. his large, ungloved hand wrapped around the two shafts, slowly moving. he felt you twitch to life, squirming slightly in your sleep. he bucked his hips into his hand, moaning at the feeling of your little cock against his. your precum mixing with his made him feel filthy in the best way. his stamina was so much better than yours, while he was chasing his orgasm you came. he would not of noticed you came  if he didn’t hear your quiet whimpers as you did. you still didn’t wake up.

kai wondered what more he could get away with. he pulled away, settling in between your legs. as he spread them, his cock twitched. your puffy, untouched hole on display for him. his gloved fingers poked at it, feeling the resistance. you squirmed away from him, already overwhelmed by the first orgasm. he slowly pushed one finger past the ring of muscle. you whimpered more, still sleeping. if he knew how heavy of a sleeper you were, he would’ve done this earlier. your body felt so warm, practically sucking his finger in more. he pumped it in and out, searching for your prostate each time. he added more fingers until your cock chubbed up again, finally pulling away.

he debated if he should do this or not. officially take your innocence away from you? as long as he was the one doing it, he was more than okay.

even after being stretched out a little, kai could barely fit the tip inside. you stirred more as he pushed in, finally getting the head past that ring of muscle. he groaned, positive this was heaven. he slowly pushed all the way inside, watching a bulge in your tummy form as he did. when he bottomed out, he could’ve sworn he saw you blink.

“fuck, you feel so good, angel. like yer made for my cock.” he muttered before starting to move. he had no way to gauge if he was hurting you, so he just went with what he thought was right. his mission to rearrange your insides woke you up, finally.

“n-nni-chan~!” you gasped, sleepy eyes staring up at kai. he got this far, he wasn’t stopping now. “shh, little one. let nii-chan make you feel good.” you shook your head, weakly trying to push him away. “it hurts, kai! hurts!” you never used his name. always nii-chan. he halted his hips, leaning down to you. “only for a little bit, baby. i promise it’ll feel better soon.” you shook your head as he resumed, still trying to push him away. your eyes filled with tears.

your nii-chan would never hurt you on purpose, right? of course he wouldn’t. then why did it hurt, so good?

your cries of pain turned into ones of pleasure slowly. you didn’t understand this feeling, and why your penis was hard and leaking. did you pee? you didn’t know, you just knew that the pain from earlier was gone.

“see? told you. i’d never hurt you, angel.” he kissed your forehead, wiping away your tears. his thrusts picked up and you cried out a lot louder than he wanted. his hand flew over your mouth. “shit, quieter, baby.” you nodded and he removed his hand, moving it down to press on the bulge in your tummy. your garbled whines when he did were music to his ears. “feel that, baby? nii-chan’s making you feel good right here.” you whimpered, pushing back onto his cock every time he pulled back. this side of you was new, and kai loved it.

“nii-chan, i- i’m gonna pee!” you warned. he shushed you. “‘s not pee, baby. something much better.” he moved his hand down further to jack you off in time with his thrusts. you bit your lip to quiet your moans as you came. you expected him to stop after that, but he kept going. and going. and going.

kai was holding out for as long as he could. who knew if he’d get to do this again? he had to make it last. even if that meant overstimulating his baby brother.

your cock weakly let out a few more spurts of cum. the constant pressure on your prostate was making it hard not to cum. you kept orgasming even after there was nothing left, your sensitive virgin body not used to this amount of stimulation.

“mmmph~ i-i can’t! no more, nii-chan!” you cried. your body was in overdrive, and you were certain another wave of whatever that feeling was would kill you.

it didn’t; what it did do was make you make an even bigger mess. so overstimulated on your nii-chan’s cock and with nothing left to offer, you pissed yourself. you cried out as you did before passing out. that was the last straw for kai, and he pushed his hips flushed against yours before cumming. he looked down at the mess you made- the only mess he enjoyed. he hesitated pulling out, grunting when his cum flowed out of your used hole.

he made a sneaky exit to get a washcloth to clean you up, remove any evidence to your parents that he just defiled his sweet baby brother.

kai couldn’t wait to do it again, and again.

[shorkbrian]

Not a request!! But just thiking about shinso watching you while you buy your vibrator, ofc hes in there looking for no pussy pockets to fuck but he just cant quit looking at you, you looked so “innocent” or “naive” trying to be descreet, him following you home and raping your cunt while using the new vibrator you just bought.

ahudssaduashiubfsd literally this concept has not left my mind since u sent it in AHHHHHH

(What to expect - ahhhh sex toys, noncon, dubcon, NSFW )

Cause yeah, it’s your first time in a sex shop, you’re flushed and a bit embarrassed and nervous. You’re pretty sure it’s obvious to the clerk that you’re a fumbling virgin, but you’re trying to be brave, and you want a vibrator, dammit!

You’ve heard so much about how good they feel, and you’re pent up and horny and you want to be able to get off in a few minutes rather than the 30+ it takes for you to orgasm with just your fingers.

A vibrator is just practical.

But ordering it online is intimidating, you can’t tell the sizes or feel the vibrations, so in-person shopping it is.

There’s just a few other people in the shop besides you, there’s music, it’s a nice atmosphere.

Shinsou takes one look at you when you timidly brush past him, and he’s smitten. He’s immediately plagued with what your face would look like when you cry, those big beautiful eyes filled with tears, a fat cock shoved down your throat. How you’d react to someone teasing you, someone edging you or denying you.

Would you pout? Would you be bratty and seductive?

Oh, but you’re so nervous, face aflame as you force yourself to look at all the various toys, there’s no way you aren’t a virgin. You’d be a mess while taking cock, overwhelmed and unable to do anything but gasp and moan.

Shinsou has to adjust himself in his pants.

He’s there for a pocket pussy, but he can’t tear his eyes off you.

“Looking for something specific?”

You jump at the sound of his voice - you even look cute when you’re scared.

“Uhm, yeah? I mean-well, kinda....” You can’t meet his eyes, can’t look at the toys, too shy and embarrassed by the phallic shapes and the glaring advertisements.

“This one feels really nice, I have one at home and it’s reliable and quiet.” Shinsou points to a wand, long with a bulbous vibrating ball at the tip. He knows it looks intimidating. “But if you’re a newbie... it’ll probably be too intense. You ever used stuff like this before?”

You blush even harder, the flush traveling down your neck while you shake your head, eyes shooting to the floor so you don’t have to look at the man, nor the toys.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed, everyone starts somewhere.” He’s playing the part of helpful, experienced, good samaritan. Helping you out of the kindness of his heart.

He moves a bit, down the aisle, grabs a package from the wall. “This one might be more your speed. It’s less powerful.” 

The purple haired man knows most of these products. He spends a lot of nights  with one toy or another, is intimately acquainted with their different functions. Half the store clerks know him by name. Thinking about it, Shinsou could probably get some good money out of doing product reviews.

You take the package from his hands, fingers looking so short and little compared to his. No wonder you’re getting a toy, you can’t reach anything with those.

“Of course, that style is meant for penetration. You wanting something to go inside? Something thick like that?” He knows he’s pushing, but you’ve been open to his help so far.

You hurriedly push the package back towards the man, shaking your head with a blush on your cheeks.

Shinsou has to stop himself from chuckling, you’re just too cute.

He helps you pick out a flexible hand-held vibrator, one shaped like a pear and intended for external stimulation only. Gentle vibrations, a fun texture at the tip, it’s everything Shinsou thinks a virgin like you needs to enjoy themselves.

By the time you head up to the register, you seem more relaxed, able to look up a few times, talk in complete sentences.

Shinsou doesn’t want to let you go.

But it’s late, and you have to get home, and you politely decline his offer of him walking you at least to the bus (”It’s fine, I live just a few blocks from here.”). He wants to give you his phone number so you can text him when you get home, just in case you have any questions about the charging port - that always trips up beginners.

You turn down that offer as well.

Shinsou just shrugs it off, says he understands, and that he hopes you enjoy your new toy. He knows it’ll feel good.

When he steps up behind you at the counter, products in hand, you smile shyly at him before waving as you grab the small bag. The clerk raises her eyebrow at Shinsou once you head out the door.

“Pulling in the ladies while doing my job for me? Nice, dude.”

Shinsou smiles and shakes his head, just watches her scan the lube and condoms he’s purchasing.

It takes him a second to gather his wits when he steps out into the cool air. He’s still chubbed up in his pants, and he’s feeling a little irritated at how he went so far out of his way to help you, and you didn’t even show any appreciation. 

He sees you on the sidewalk, humming along to the music in your earbuds as you stroll along. 

An idea forms.

Shinsou finds his feet moving before he can even fully think it through, slow, measured steps following after you.

He’s gonna follow you home.

Strike right as you unlock your door, shove you inside before you know what’s happening, before you can scream.

Shinsou will show you how to use that vibrator, might have to gag your mouth so you don’t scream too loud when he makes you cum, but that’s okay. He’ll sit you in his lap and put his hands over yours and guide you in where to press the little vibrator in order to make your legs shake, to make your hips jump and your muscles tense.

There’s so many new sensations he can introduce you to, the numbing pleasure of an orgasm, the pleasant sting of overstimulation, the frustration in edging and the relief when you’re finally allowed to cum.

Maybe he could even convince you to letting him show you how it feels to have something inside your little cunt?

After all, he’s a gentleman - it’d be rude if he didn’t ask.

[pjs-everyday]

happy hero Halloween!! Pinky requests for your scariest faces!! 🤭🎃👻

[containment-zone-art]

[ID: black and white gif of Tokoyami (still image) wincing and grabbing his arm while Dark Shadow screams in terror in his chest. Yellow text: [high-pitched screaming] /End ID]

[pynkgothicka]

I just found your blog and I love your writing,especially the deku one's. I was wondering could you please do a yandere deku x female darling . Like how would he react if the reader escaped while he was on a mission. And how would he try and get her back and would he try and punish them or not?💜

a/n:I did it in like a short drabble with Hcs if you don't mind

Tags/Warnings: DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, running away, kidnapping, GASLIGHTING, HINTS AT NONCON

☞ Izuku would be pissed. Like to the point where he doesn't even want to hear you out.

☞ You would of course wait for him to be on a huge mission, about two days worth of hero work. It was perfectly planned, you've been weakening your restraints and were able to break free from them and had been running ever since.

☞ But Izuku had come home early, since he was finally let off the hook with the agency. He'd gotten some time off so he could spend it all with you.

☞ Yet you weren't home and Izuku will tear the entire world apart looking for you. He's spending hours on end finding you. What if you were in danger?? Or a villain got to you??

☞But he quickly found you camping out at a motel. It was easy when you left him a trail to follow. So, so so easy.

"What were you thinking?!?" Izuku screamed at you, the motel door slamming behind him. "Do I not provide for you or something?"

"I… I- You keep me trapped in your house all by myself! What do you expect me to do?!? Fall in love or some bullshit!" You yelled back matching his energy. He has no right getting mad with you, when Izuku had kidnapped you in the first place.

"Don't take that tone with me." Izukus voice lowered. You walked closer to him trying to push him back.

"I can take whatever tone I have with you. You fucked with the wrong one. You know what fuck you. Your a fucking shitty her-" Izuku heard enough. He grabbed your arm and pushed you back. You stumbled over your own feet and fell back. Your head hit the carpet. You recoiled, feeling a heada

"What, you want me to be the villain? I canche come on. be a villain if you want me." You shook your head as he kept forward towards you. "Villains don't care about your well-being. Villains take whatever they want." Izuku picked you up by your hair and threw you to the bed that was already in the room.

"Please, I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…"

"Really huh?" You basically crawled back towards him shaking as you held on to his hero suit.

"Yes… I was mad before. I- I'm sorry." Izuku's hand pulled your chin up and all he did was shake his head.

"You weren't sorry when you ran away."

[sparkles-and-trash]

I cannot stop thinking about this extra, the little feathery face, the fact that his parents obv treated «Shadow» as another son, them holding hands, the little snowsuit, I’m going CRAZY

[yanderart]

"Aren't you being too needy?", his words mocked you.

And yet your arms continued to reach out despite the sinking feeling in your chest, fighting to coax a smile out of a man you had come to loathe.

The truth was that... with his quirk, you'd be anything he wanted you to be.

Request for an anon who graciously asked for me to draw yandere!shinsou. Hope you like it dear! I had a ton of fun painting this one, and might even do more shinsou in the future 👀

Canon Shinsou might be best stoic boi, but the yandere version is on an entirely different level of messed up. 

🥀 Requests OPEN 🥀 btw

[finsplurtz]

pls write about shoto being a sub for the first time; like especially being raised by a traditional man (enji) he'd think when being in a relationship he'd be the one topping even though both him and reader are male but nooo

Tysm in advance <3

trad man shoto who bottoms

You’ve been dating half n half for a while now, everything was good you guys were thriving it was nice. 

you were shoto’s first ever… partner. he’s never dated before, never really had a huge thing towards anyone. So you could say he was a bit… clueless on this whole dating thing, but he’s a quick learner and it isn’t all that hard to understand. 

he’s aware of what people who date tend to do, like kiss and hug, have deep talks and introduce one another to their families. he’s aware of everything, oh and sex. 

shoto isn’t interested in having kids, not now of course, and not that it’s possible anyway considering you’re- well you’re a guy. it doesn’t bother him, he doesn’t care. surprisingly he was quick to understand his feelings for you even though you were a guy, you’d expect him to be hesitant on his feelings as he grew up in a strict household, but he was very open about these feelings.

there are nights that you guys cuddle, and his mind starts to really think about how you guys would have .. sex.

he’s a bit foreign to how two guys do it, but he’s has a good idea on what exactly they do. 

you’re not a sex demon, you’re not feigning to be inside your nonchalant boyfriend, you love to just hold him and kiss him more than anything. so sex isn’t something that frequently crossed your mind, surprisingly.

not that it never did, when you first thought about it you’d just stare at Shoto trying to imagine what’d it be like. shoto isn’t one to bring the topic up anyway, you shouldn’t worry to much.

“how would we have sex?” 

the question had you frozen. you looked down at your boyfriend who had his face nuzzled into your chest.

“wha… i mean like… like what do you mean… do you want to?” 

shoto felt his face get warm at the question. “..it’s not that i don’t want to, i think that it’ll happen when we’re both in the moment. i’m just curious as to how that would work.” 

you smile and stroke his silky smooth hair. 

“it’s just how a girl and a guy would have sex. excepttt the receiver would get it…. in here.” you slide your hand down to poke his bum. he moves up so he’s face to face with you.

“hurts?” he asks innocently. “hurts.” you nod before kissing his nose.

“doesn’t have to be the most painful thing, just needs a lot of preparation” Shoto thanks you for informing him. now he has a better understanding and he can also imagine what fucking you would be like.

of course, he’d top.

he was quite confused when the night rolled around and you were prodding your fingers at his entrance, he’d whine in the kiss and tug at you till you let go of the kiss. 

“you…. in me..?” he asks. you stare at him a bit confused but you nod. “but i’m…” he was going to say HE was the man but…. you’re a man too.

“i promise it won’t hurt, baby.” you kiss him gently and pull his pants down, getting a bottle of lube that was in the drawer on the nightstand. 

he watched as you pour the slimy liquid onto your hands, his heart racing. he’s all tense when you push a finger in, he’s stiff you have to tell him to relax. 

you figure he’d be find it more enjoyable if you ate him out so you did that instead. and boy is he squirmy… his breathing pace is uneven and his moans are barely audible. 

He’s quite embarrassed to say the least, he feels very… non masculine at how he reacts but it just feels so good he can’t help but twitch and whimper like a bitch in heat.

The small amount of pain he felt as you entered him quickly turned into pleasure when you hit a very special spot inside of him. 

“Mm!!— s..slow down..~” He mumbled into the back of his arm as tears fell from his face, your cock was making him feel too good. This couldn’t be right

You tugging and kissing at his nipples really did it for him, cum splurged out of his dick and he felt soooooooo fem cause he just came to you sucking on his tits. 

His stamina is low, after a round or two he’s all goopy and wet, has an insane fucked out expression and his whole body is twitching.

It’s no longer a big deal to him that he bottoms. It feels too good to complain. He loves it.

[the-faceless-bride]

Hello! So I already have one (two kinda) Yandere/creep READER but it’s for COD would anyone be interested in Yandere Creep reader but BnHa?

Lemme know 😀🎀

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE JIROU HEADCANONS

She'd be the most laid back and most chill yandere you'll ever meet and that, my friends, is actually a BLESSING

Jirou might fall in love with you because of your outstanding personality. Either it might be similar to hers or it might be sweet and innocent and angelic that she finds too cute 

She's a self aware yandere. Soon after she meets and you and gets to know you more, she'll develop some crazy feelings of obsession and possessiveness towards you and she knows that her feelings are spiraling out of control and she's going delusional but she can't help admire how you laugh, talk, smile etc.

She'll write songs for you and she might be shy singing them for you and she'll get even more flustered if you praise her singing. Like, she'll go all red like someone squeezed a bunch of tomatoes in her face 

She will CERTAINLY defend you from perverts like Denki and Mineta. She thinks that they're just annoying pests coming in the way of the love of her life and when her little songbird (aka you) is in danger, what sort of hero is she going to be if she can't protect you from people like them? 

She's gonna stab 'em in all sorts of places with her ear phone jacks till they beg for mercy and promise to not ever glance at your direction EVER AGAIN. They might start avoiding you like the plague 

Soon, its going to be your friends too. She's a manipulative person and she wants to be the ONLY person you'll depend on when it comes to support, be it emotionally or physically. She'll try isolating you from your friends and they'll start avoiding you unless they want to face the wrath of her stabbing them where the sun doesn't shine 

Will occasionally give you little gifts like bracelets and necklaces and chokers and earphones. She thinks you look very cute when you wear stuff that she gives you, however she's not going to force you to change your personality. She just wants you to be yourself and honestly, that's what made her fall in love with you in the FIRST place

If you get any scars from training, she's gonna give you worried glances in the girls's locker room and her worst fears are coming true. Someone HURT YOU! They'll have HELL to pay. Even if you don't bother telling her, she'll find out anyway and go on a killing spree that'll make Toga PROUD 

She knows how RECKELSS you are when it comes to saving people. True she knows all about your personality, that you're capable and strong of defending yourself, but there's going to be one day where going to be very seriously and gravely injured and she won't be able to do anything about it. As much as she admires that part of you, she also wants you to quit aiming to be a pro hero so she can just take care of you and prevent you from getting hurt 

When she kidnaps you, she's gonna restrain you by tying you with ropes to a soft bed (Don't worry, the ropes won't be TOO uncomfortable or tight) She understand how you feel and she knows that you're gonna be scared and angry since she kidnapped you and all but you'll calm down eventually and learn to adjust to your new home or she'll MAKE you 

When it comes to punishments, as much as she wants to punish you, she just CAN'T. Even though she'll be stoic and hard at love and all , she just can't bring herself to hurt YOU, the darling, the light and love of her life. She lets you get away with ANYTHING, and yes, I MEAN ANYTHING, except for your freedom 

She might not be the most patient yandere on the block and if your drive her over the edge and finally make her snap, oh boy... you better start praying since no one else is gonna do it for you 

When it comes to aftercare after punishments, she'll treat you like a god/goddess that needs to be worshipped. She'll make you comfy, play some soft music, or make you listen to some smooth relaxing jazz (Lol, I really LOVE relaxing jazz. I prefer saxophone since it's just smooth asf) and give you your favorite food 

She won't get jealous when you talk to other people. However she WILL get jealous if you focus your attention on someone else and ignore her and she'll be a fuming volcano inside, plotting how many ways she can murder and kill that person for taking your attention away for so long 

She will let you go out. She knows how lonely you might get and so after she gets you a puppy/kitten or favorite animal of your choice, she will let you go out. Just to the backyard of course, since she's STILL wary and sus of you and you need to earn her trust if you ACTUALLY want to step out of the house. Just behave like a good girl/boy and she'll trust you in NO TIME, but if you break her trust, she'll be angry and devastated. Why did you try escaping? She's giving you everything you've wanted! You didn't even have to work for it and she's doing ALL this for YOU! It'll be very hard and time consuming to gain back her trust since she'll be suspicious for a LOOOOONG time 

If you're good, there is a possibility that she MIGHT (NOTICE!!!: I said MIGHT) consider taking you out to a park or something, not before she makes you promise that you'll stick by her side like fondue glue no matter WHAT. She doesn't want people taking you away from her and she's worried that she might lose you 

Overall, on a scale of 1-10, I'd rate her a 1 since she ain't so bad. Life actually might be interesting with her, I mean... cool playlists and punk styled things and cool goth like clothes.... It might actually be fun :) Lol, just jokin'

''My little songbird, don't be so sad... I'm doing this all for you. Even though you don't want to see my face right now, just know that I'll always love you and you will too. Even if I have to FORCE you~"

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

(Dark!) BNHA: Trying to get you pregnant

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

Female Reader

Boys -> Hawks + Bakugo + Deku + Shoto

Reaction: An inside view of some moments between the boys and their darling when they're deeply invested in getting you pregnant - willingly or not.

WARNINGS: Implied Kidnapping; Captive reader; Implied Non-con.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback 😊

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Hawks

“... none of that, babe, just close your nose and gulp it all the way down.” Keigo’s soft voice does little to help you, and you quickly slap a hand over your mouth, desperately trying to hold back the contents that attempt to rise up to your mouth. 

He patiently stands by your side, holding the cup of the disgusting mix of vitamins, nutritional powders and vegetables, waiting for you to recover from the small sip.

The taste is somehow even worse than the putrid smell, lingering in the corners of your mouth – bitter and repulsive. It takes long minutes before you’re reasonably recovered – after painfully  swallowing back the bile that kept rising up your throat. 

“C’mon, just a few more sips and it’ll be over quickly, okay? Just pretend this is a soda and trust me, this will go down much easier.” you turn your face away, pursing your lips shut when Keigo pushes the cup closer to your mouth. 

“I can’t drink more.” 

“Babe, we talked about this.” he sighs. “This is for your own good, to make you healthier and stronger.” 

“I’m just fine.” you weakly scoff, pushing his hand away. “And you’re just saying that because you’re not the one drinking this gross thing. It’s seriously awful.”

“Babe…” he starts, wings ruffling behind him, restless. “You know exactly why drinking this is so important.”

“And I already told you – I don’t want a kid. So why bother?” you argue back. 

Keigo visibly frowns at that. 

“Don’t be like that.” he says. “Of course you want a kid. Maybe not now, but trust me, when our little birdie is born you’re gonna love it.” 

“I won’t.” 

“Yes, you will.”

“I won’t.”

“You will. And arguing with me won’t let you off the hook.” his tone hardens at that, brows tightening for a moment before Keigo forces himself to relax. “C’mon, just a few more sips, okay? Super tiny sips and I promise it’ll be all for today.”

“Keigo, I can’t, it tastes so bad, I’ll just end up throwing up.” you grab his arm vehemently, begging. 

“You’re a strong girl, I’m sure you can hold it all down, right?” he cheers you, immediately pressing the cup back to your lips. You gasp, feeling the sickening content touching your lips.

Keigo doesn’t relent until you finally open your lips, even when your hands attempt to push back the glass away. In the end, it takes the sharp stab of a red-feather against your thigh for you to at last open your mouth and Keigo is eagerly tilting the cup and slipping as much as he can into your throat. 

“That my good girl, drinking it all down.”

Your ears barely catch onto his praise as you’re too busy choking, the retching content refusing to slip down your throat and worse, it seems like all of it – including what you had already swollen – is aiming to come to the surface, much to your dismay. 

All it takes is one fleeting glance towards the kitchen sink and Keigo is immediately behind you, aggressively tilting your face backwards.

One hand slaps down on your mouth while the other works on pinching your nose shut. Muffled screams and tears are the only reaction you’re able to deliver, unable to push Keigo away. 

Fumbling and pushing is futile against his overwhelming strength and your vision starts getting fuzzy, the lack of oxygen getting to your head and you barely realize that you’ve swollen the nasty liquid until Keigo is finally allowing you to breathe again. 

“See, I told you it wasn’t that bad.” 

Shoto

Slowly scanning the test, it comes back as negative and relief immediately floods you, tense shoulders relaxing at the good news.

But the tension returns just as quickly when Shoto reaches from behind you, retrieving the test to see for himself. 

Controlling your face to be neutral is harder than it seems when Shoto’s disappointment switches into cold rage in a heartbeat. His hand angrily presses down on the pregnancy test, crushing it between his fingers before your silent figure catches his attention. 

Pressing your arms to your sides and lowering your eyes to the ground do little to calm Shoto's emotions and the tall man walks closer to you until he’s breathing on your hair. 

“I’m sorry.” the words escape from your lips, coated with softness. 

“Yes, you should be.” he icily glares at you, squinting his two-colored eyes down at you. “It’s been five months since we started trying and there are yet no positive results.”

“I’m sorry.” you repeat. 

“Look at me when I’m talking.” Shouto hisses at you, his simmering frustration leaving you uneasy as you reluctantly raise your eyes to meet his monochromatic eyes. “I don’t care about your meaningless apologies. What I want to know is why aren’t you pregnant yet? Care to explain that to me?” 

“I don’t know…” you quietly mutter, fingers fidgeting with each other in a nervous tick. “... but I didn’t do anything, I swear.” 

“Yes, I know that. There are no ways for you to prevent a pregnancy – I made sure of that – but clearly your effort and desire of building a family together is disappointingly low, to say the least.” 

If you could, you’d roll your eyes at that, frankly insulted on why would Shoto even think you’d be thrilled to have a child with your kidnapper.

Instead, you shrug your shoulders. 

He groans in frustration, hand rubbing all over his face. 

“Clearly you don’t desire this child as much as I do. I can’t force you to want a child, I’m aware of that.” he starts, provoking a wince in you when he brings his hand - his cold hand - to cup your cheek a little tighter than usual. “But I’ll be damned if I can’t make you love them. They deserve your love and attention, just as much as I do.”

His eyes burn into you, hot turmoil behind them. 

“And then we shall be a perfect family. No matter what I have to do in order to achieve that reality.” 

Bakugo

“Bak– Katsuki, can I take a break? I’m tired…” you beg breathlessly, sweat profusely running down your forehead.

Your feet are numb and the muscles of your legs burning with how long you’ve been forced to walk on the treadmill. 

Ever since Bakugo cemented the idea of having a baby you haven’t been able to rest for a single minute, constantly terrorized by the man that demands you to exercise following an incredibly demanding and exhausting physical plan. 

“And I don’t care. I told you before, the exercise plan has to be followed correctly to get results.” Bakugo sharply reprimands you. “How the hell are you supposed to be healthy and in shape to carry our kid if you can’t even walk the treadmill for 45 minutes, huh?” 

You frown at that, sending him a dirty look that he clearly chooses to ignore. Fuck him and fuck the kid. If it’s up to you, he won’t ever get that baby he wants so much.

But much like everything that has been happening, your level of decision is frankly limited. 

“You’re almost done with the treadmill anyways. 10 minutes left, that's a piece of cake.” he declares, checking the smartwatch on his wrist before returning his full attention to you. “After that, it’s the 60 push-ups and some light pilates. See? Easy work-out since you’re whiny today.”

You scoff.

“Oh yes, soo easy, thanks a lot.” your sarcasm doesn’t go unnoticed as Bakugo raises a brow at that. 

“Keep bitching and I might add more exercises to it.” he lightly threatens you. Pressing your lips together, you push yourself to keep going and finish the stupid workout. 

Bakugo doesn’t give up on pestering you as he leans forward, veiny hands holding onto the handrail and pink lips curling into a smirk.

He looks you up and down, drinking in your figure dressed with a revealing sports bra and tight leggings and his eyes darken with desire. 

“Might even create a new special workout exercise just for you.” he rasps out. “Get those legs ready cause I’m gonna make you ride me till I knock you up.” 

Deku

“Is this uncomfortable, my love?” he asks, fingers gently tracing random patterns against the slightly wet skin of your legs. Izuku’s messy hair tickles you when he leans to press a few loving kisses over the expanse of your naked stomach. 

“Silly question, of course it’s uncomfortable.” he replies to his own question, shaking his head. “But you’re fine with this, right, my love?” 

He looks up, sickly smiling at your exhausted figure.

You can’t answer – not with a gag-ball stuffed inside your mouth. You can’t move either – not with your arms rigidly tied to the bed’s headboard.

But what Izuku truly means is the obnoxious position way your legs are being held up into the air, blackwhip rigidly holding them up.

You’re not even certain if the old trick to holding legs in the air is scientifically proven to be accurate, but Izuku has been obsessed with forcing you into such a pose ever since Kaminari confided to him how Jiro got pregnant after a short period of time by doing this trick. 

Izuku coos, noticing the clear discomfort on your face. 

“Hey, I know, I know. It’s not very cozy, is it?” he apologizes, moving up so that he can hover over your face. His face is glowing, covered by a thin layer of sweat and happiness.

“But just think about it, my love, how all of your little sacrifices are going to be worth it in the end when we finally get to hold our little bundle of joy. Our own sweet baby!”

His eyes glint, unhealthy obsession and delusional love glimmering in those green esmeralds. Izuku looks nothing but personified insanity. 

“Oh, I can’t wait!” he reveals blithely, shuffling his body to lay your head on his bicep as he nuzzles your neck. “We’re going to have the cutest babies ever. Even Kacchan will get jealous, I bet.” 

You screw your eyes shut but that doesn’t stop a lonely tear from sliding down your cheek. Izuku hums, kissing the tear away. 

“You’ll see, my love, we are going to be one big happy family.”

[epickiya722]

Everyone, be quiet and look at this!

Thank you for your time!

[melon-fodder]

-> KINKTOBER MASTERLIST <-

♡ WARNINGS: NON-CON! mind control, forced orgasms, semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, creampies, aphrodisiac quirk

♡ WORD COUNT: 1.6k

♡ NOTE: y’all, for real, this is straight up non-con. There is nothing “dubious” about this. It’s dark and dirty.

As soon as the cloud of pink hits him, Shinsou knows that something is wrong. It tickles his nose, coats his throat, makes his mouth taste like too-sweet candy. He coughs, but it only makes the pressure in his head grow. Vision blurring, blood burning, Shinsou can only watch as the small-time villain turns and runs away. The condescending laugh that rings out behind her is almost as dense as the pollen settling over his uniform.

Dropping to his knees, Shinsou clutches his stomach, groans as arousal threatens to boil his insides. Fucking aphrodisiac quirks. He’s been warned about them, but he’s never experienced one.

Within seconds, he’s rock hard, leaking into his pants, pre dripping out of his dick with every god damn beat of his heart. He has to cum. Immediately.

There’s an alleyway a few yards away, dark and secluded and out of plain view. He can make it that far. He can–

“Hey, are you okay?”

The voice of a goddess–a siren singing the most seductive song. Shinsou looks up to find the source to be you, a civilian, frowning down at him in concern. His senses were already heightened from adrenaline, but something about the quirk is overloading them. He can see every color in your worried eyes, hear every one of your breaths, smell your perfume and shampoo, sweat and…

“Can you hear me?”

Shinsou nods, tells you in a strained voice, “I’ll be… fine,” then without making the conscious decision, activates his own quirk. Your pretty face goes slack, gaze blank, and just like that, Shinsou has himself a little puppet.

“Fuck,” he mutters. He really hadn’t meant to do it. But he’s not thinking straight. He can’t think straight. Not when the fabric of his hero suit feels like it’s rubbing his dick raw. “Help me to the alley,” he commands, and you obey without a word.

That’s all. He’s just going to get to a hidden place, release his quirk, apologize and thank you for your assistance. It’s the dead of night, anyway. You should be getting home and out of harm’s way. You definitely shouldn’t be in this dirty fucking alley, least of all with Shinsou while he’s in this state.

Because even as his back hits the wall, all he can do is stare at you. Stare at you and pant, lick his lips while imagining what yours would feel like around his cock.

It’s disgusting. You’re a stranger. A civilian. Absolutely helpless. And Shinsou is a pro-hero with so much fucking power over you. He could make you do anything–could make you kneel, lick his boots, walk right into traffic, strip off every single piece of clothing.

“Stay still,” he tells you, and you do.

You know you’re in danger. Fear tickles the edge of your mind, but it dissipates before fully forming into anything useful. It’s like a whispered voice telling you to run, but even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t be able. You can’t do anything unless he tells you to.

You’ve seen him before, the hero patrolling the streets in the middle of the night. He wears all black except for the scarf haphazardly looped around his neck. Purple hair hangs down around his face in thick tresses, unkempt and rugged. If you were actually cognizant, you would think he was hot, but currently all you feel when you look at him is a strange, contradictory mixture of calm and unease.

You’re still, just as he told you to be, but not stiff. Your body moves according to his touch, shoulders shrugging when he pushes your coat off. You feel the cool air against your skin, should shiver but can’t as if something has shut off your higher-level thinking as well as your base instincts. All you can do is breathe and feel.

“Against the wall,” he says.

Your feet are heavy as you take the few steps toward the bricks, facing them with your back to him. He doesn’t tell you to turn around, so you can’t see him when he undoes his utility pants, just hear the rustle of fabric and the low groan that leaves his throat.

“M’sorry about this,” he huffs, “I really am. I’ll try not to hurt you.”

Your heart is pounding too fast in your chest, but you’re only vaguely aware of it, just like you’re only vaguely aware of what’s about to happen to you.

“Pull your pants down.”

You do, hands moving without your permission as you pop the button on your jeans and push them down to your thighs.

“Panties, too.”

It’s cold, and you’re very exposed, but your head feels so empty. Or maybe it’s too full. Stuffed with tangled string or rough wool while something that resembles actual human intellect tries to wiggle out of the depths.

You don’t know. You don’t know anything except there are fingers probing your entrance–clumsy and desperate, and the man behind you swears when he realizes you aren’t prepared in any sense of the word.

“Can’t just shove in dry,” Shinsou mumbles, taking a shaky breath before stealing yours when he orders, “cum.”

Your eyes don’t roll. You don’t moan or cry or buckle at the knees. But you do feel the heat form and explode in your gut all at the same time, feel your pussy spasm and clench and coat your insides with slick arousal just in time for the hero to stuff your hole with his cock.

“Oh, fuck, fuck.”

His forehead is clammy against your shoulder, fingers gripping your hips as he impales you over and over. It’s fast, and rough as your body stretches around his unfamiliar length. He’s huge and hot inside of you, fat mushroom head dragging against gummy walls.

Shinsou loses it as he buries himself inside of you, hips snapping back and forth with no real rhythm. He just wants to cum, needs to, and he’s already so close. You feel so fucking good around him, pussy fluttering helplessly as he shoves you harder and harder against the grimy building.

He doesn’t bother pulling out, just groans deep in his throat when he shoots his load inside of you. It feels good, relief flooding his system for about three seconds before his cock starts twitching with need again.

“God dammit. God dammit.”

He thrusts in harder, panting an apology when he fists a hand in your hair and shoves your face into the wall. It’s absentminded and disingenuous. Truly, Shinsou doesn’t care about anything now, only focused on getting rid of the pressure in his balls. He wanted to be nice and gentle, but he feels like he might be going crazy.

The scent of your arousal hits his nose, and Shinsou lowers his face to your shoulder, licks up your neck and leaves a trail of spit on your skin. His eyes are rolling in his head, sweat is dripping down his back, and something is leaking out of his cock– a steady stream of semen dribbling out of his tip to keep from fucking aspirating it.

“Cum,” he commands, not thinking when he says it again and again.

You convulse in his grip, cunt clamping down on him as you’re hit with multiple orgasms back to back. He should feel bad, but he can’t–not when you’re milking his cock, not when he’s filling your pussy with more of his spend, so much that it starts flowing down your thighs.

“Fuck, sorry–feel so good, though.”

Shinsou keeps moving, keeps fucking you even as you go limp against him. His teeth find purchase on your throat, and he whines like a dog as he drools all over you while rutting into your abused pussy. One hand grips your hip while his other arm is across your body, securing you against him as he squeezes one of your tits.

He still isn’t done. Even after he fucks a third… a fourth… a fifth load of cum into you, it isn’t over. Shinsou doesn’t think he’ll ever come back from this. Maybe this is who he is now–a villain, taking girls off the street and assaulting them in alleyways.

Because that’s exactly what he’s doing. You didn’t give him permission to do this. You didn’t willingly let him put his hands on you. No, there’s a word for what he’s doing right now, one he never thought would apply to him, but he’s too lost right now for it to sink in. He may have taken away your ability to think, but Shinsou is definitely the one who’s lost his mind.

“Cum again,” he growls,” and when you don’t he realizes you’re unconscious.

A rough hand grips your chin, jostles your head until you wake up. There is a split second of clarity, seeing the dark brick in front of you, feeling the cold air against you, the way your sore body is being stretched and handled.

“Wha–oh my go–”

“Ah, ah… shh…”

Just like that, he’s in control again, and you’re a little doll for him to play with as he pleases. You feel achy and full and messy. Viscous fluid leaks out of you, slithering down your legs and staining your pants.

You don’t know how long this will last, don’t know how many times he’ll empty himself inside of you, how many more times he’ll force you to cum. You just hope that once it’s all over, he’ll give you one last command:

Forget.

[heartofjasmina]

Best friends dad Bakugou who hates how much he wants to fuck you. You're a fucking brat with an attitude as big as your very fuckable ass, and you talk back to him like you're begging him to put you in your place. One of these days, he's not going to be able to keep his temper in check. One of these days, he's gonna take you over his damn knee. One of these days, he's going to fuck you so deep you'll feel him in your throat.