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touyas-multi-purpose-saline · 3 months ago

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

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

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

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

word count: Approximately 2k.

The sun is setting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you want to see another trick?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anger, fire.

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

He clicks his tongue, almost disappointed.

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

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

“What? … What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then an ocean blue, and then nothing.

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menacetosocietyy · 1 year ago

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Mr. Compress is alive idc. No one is allowed to just die after being that fucking cool and honourable.

He's alive and he's sexy.

#this is why i want a healing and regeneration quirk #i want to protect and save my loved ones #im so upset #mr. compress x reader #mr. compress #mr compress #sako atsuhiro #sako atsuhiro x reader #atsuhiro sako #my hero academia #my hero acedamia #league of villains #league of villians x reader

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candycandy00 · 1 year ago

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The Experiment - A Mr. Compress x Reader Fanfic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your faint humming stopped suddenly. “Excuse me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Doctor?”

He looked at you. “Yes?”

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

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

“Strains?”

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

“The zombies?”

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

You were embarrassed. “Oh, sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is...”

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

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

“I need some buckets right away!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Did it work?”

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

“I see,” you said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m in love with you.”

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

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

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

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

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

“But...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good morning, my dear!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Second phase?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End

#mr. compress x reader #mr. compress smut #mr. compress #lovhalloweenhorror #atsuhiro sako x reader #atsuhiro sako

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frickingnerd · 1 year ago

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breaking up with mr. compress

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"i think we should break up…"

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animekpopsimp · 9 months ago

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what if Mr. Compress started dating Carmela Carmine from the series Hazbin Hotel (which is on prime video) oh my gosh, that would actually be kind of cute?

(That would be adorable, and now I'm inspired to write my own version of it with a reader similar to Carmela)

Mr. Compress x Carmela Reader

You had never planned on becoming a villain

But when it came to protecting your family, you did what you had to do

Because of that, you found yourself running away from the law

But you don't regret your actions at all

You met Mr. Compress while hiding from the police

He was doing the same, and to his surprise, you helped him

Afterwards, you ended up joining the League of Villains

You became close to Mr. Compress

When he found out why you were considered a villain, he was angry

The two of you became friends

You both had a mutual respect for each other

Eventually you both started dating

Mr. Compress is always a gentleman and he always treats you well

The two of you are always partners on missions

He's very protective and if you ever get hurt

You're the same way, not wanting to lose someone you care about

You're also very powerful, something Mr. Compress admires

Your quirk gives you super strength in your legs

You do most of the fighting since Mr. Compress's quirk doesn't grant him strength like yours

The two of you are a power couple

He's utterly smitten with you, always telling you how beautiful you are

The two of you would do anything for each other

#anime #x reader #bnha #mha #my hero academia #genshin #x reader fluff #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mr. compress #mr. compress x reader

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cherry-romper · 3 months ago

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Pet Names

+ Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, Iida, Momo, Jirou, Mina, Ochaco, Asui, Mirio, Amajiki, Aizawa, Hawks, All Might, Dabi, Twice, Compress, Shiguraki

Midoriya; honey, love

Bakugou; babe, your name

Todoroki; darling, sweetheart

Kirishima; bubs, babe

Kaminari; babe, buttercup

Sero; love, babe

Iida; darling, my love

Momo; sweetie, my love

Jirou; babe, dear

Mina; lover, babe

Ochaco; honey, babe

Asui; your name

Mirio; sunshine, prince/princess

Amajiki; your name, my love (in private)

Hawks; Doll, dove

All might; Super star, my hero

Dabi; Doll, your name

Twice; Ditto, babe

Compress; Darling, loverboy/girl

Shiguraki; your name, honey (in private)

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villain-sympathizer · 2 years ago

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Hey, hello. Any chance I can get a nsfw hc or a confession of love with mr Compress? (Or both) 😁

I love this man so much.

YES ugh i love him so much too you have no idea 😭💕

i started writing this as general / romantic headcanons before realizing you asked for NSFW so uh, surprise! you got so much more content now! SDKFJHSDF blame (or praise) my adhd for not fuckin comprehending the entire question first

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Mr. Compress General / Romantic / NSFW headcanons

This post contains NSFW content, so minors DNI! [not to mention mans is like, 32 yrs old so y'all shouldn't be shipping urself w/ him anyway]

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General

This man is eccentric - that's a fact. So of course he’s likely to talk with big flowery words and large hand gestures to accentuate his topic of conversation - regardless of how much or little needed to be said

Like I said, he talks with his hands, A LOT, and he also likes to walk around or pace while he talks as well

Probably has ADHD but that’s likely just me projecting lmao

Obviously a theatre guy, adores musicals and old fashioned plays

If he were to have a Spotify it would be full of musical theater show tunes, both modern and retro

Everyone says he’s inept at technology, but I say that's just modern tech. He’s got an old laptop, a CD player, an old MP3 player (filled with musical show tunes and other indie stuff), and of course: a Nokia

He has a modern smartphone courtesy of the League, but he only uses it for phone calls and texts since he has no idea how nor want to use anything else on it unless necessary

Somehow both a fashion icon and disaster. Theatre kids, y’know?

Really only calls himself an old man due to the fact he talks like he just got transported from the Victorian era; because seriously, being in your 30s is not at all old

Despite always having his face covered, he takes great care in his complexion and appearance. Lots of skincare products, lotions, soaps, creams, etc.

Before the whole ordeal with the League, he would always join a community theater as a hobby! He adored doing silly little play sketches for charity or volunteering as a drama coach. He even directed some small local plays himself! (Under a pseudonym, of course)

Romantic

I headcanon him as gay, or at the very least bi/pan with a strong lean towards men

Love language is words of affirmation and gift giving! I mean, he’s such a talker that his love for speech is bound to extend to his partner. And he’s a master thief, so of course he’s going to steal only the best for his lover. They just have to say the word, and it’s in front of them the next day

Such a romantic, in the most classy yet extravagant way. Romantic candle lit dinner? Of course! But it’s at the top of the tallest building in the city with a gorgeous view of the moonlit ocean and bustling city all at once

Will absolutely do the cheesy magician move of pulling flowers out of his sleeve or hat and bows as he presents them to his partner, and no matter how many times he does this - which is at LEAST twice a week - his partner will always find it so charming

His partner will hopefully be willing to deal with his criminal record that only continues to grow, because he doesn’t plan on stopping

And if his partner wishes or does work alongside him as a thief/League villain? Incredible! Romantic! It’s like a Bonnie and Clyde type duo!

Just as long as his partner understands that he can and WILL compress them into a marble if things get too dangerous

Doesn’t often get jealous, or at least doesn’t make it obvious. When it IS obvious, it’s honestly adorable because he gets so pouty and clingy. Might even purposefully put on his frowning mask just to make a point, especially if his partner still hasn’t noticed how awfully and truly upset and ignored he is :’(

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Below here are the NSFW headcanons!

NSFW

Tops and bottoms equally, but leans towards service dom most times. However, it’s VERY easy to get him into a submissive, begging mess

With a few well placed touches and hushed words whispered in his ear, his partner can have them as putty in their hands

While he’s a romantic and would prefer being slow and intimate, he’s also secretly into quickies and fast, yet passionate sex

His kinks are a little all over the place and in some cases a bit strange. While he’s into more mainstream stuff like sensory play and roleplay, he’s also into things like frotting, clothed sex, semi-public sex, consensual exhibitionism, orgies, hands-free orgasms, using quirks during sex, all that sorta stuff

More than willing to wear the mask during sex - loves the sense of mystery it can bring

Before he was with his partner, he was super into alley quickies with complete strangers

Buzzed/drunk sex is something he likes, just with how often he drinks wine or champagne

#bnha x reader #mr. compress x reader #mha x reader #mr. compress #sako atsuhiro #sako atsuhiro x reader #bnha #mha #x reader #dame writes #mr. compress headcanons #nsft #minors dni #smut

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sugarakis-p2 · 2 years ago

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Security: Mr. Compress Chapter 6

[You are a security guard at a museum with a personal secret when you have the misfortune of crossing paths with the league of villains. Stain’s first surviving victim with amputee legs ex-hero called the Void (aka Void=reader x Mr. Compress) Origin chapter and previous chapter 5]

The heist went off without a hitch and now you are hitched! Yay!

Warning: Mentions of suicide, cheating, marriage, quirk kink, smutty smuts, cussing, cannon divergence

"Fuuuuuccccckkkk!" you wailed to the ceiling.

It was bad enough that you got lost in the Hall of Heroes. It's such bullshit. What is worse is you are lost in it with Shigaraki. He smirked like a ghoul watching your ass sway as you walked.

"Do you want to? I can try to make it quick," Shigaraki leered. You growled at him in disgust.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" your words dripping with venom, "Even if I did. I am sure there was an agreement that no one was going to talk about it again."

You hissed at him like a poisonous snake. He snickered like a smug asshole and followed you like an eager puppy. Only he was putting too much faith in your navigation. You stopped to get your bearings when you felt scrawny, worm-like limbs wrap around your waist. You made a strangled squeal and jolted in Shigaraki's arms.

"Hypothetically, I can still remember how tightly your wet pussy clutched at me, seeking comfort, sweetly offering me solace. How that body begged for more. It was only satisfied when it was drunk on cum from my cock. Like a good little slut that knew its proper place and was obedient to its leader," he whispered in your ear. Pressing the hard-on hidden by his jacket against your ass. You shudder in disgust while rolling your eyes.

"Ugh! Who talks like that? We're not in a hentai or a romance novel. Pathetic," you snarked, pulling away to the right. This is starting to look familiar. The map was up to date, and you are beginning to wonder if there is a quirk at work here. A harsh grip on your wrist brought you back to meet Shigaraki's cruel crimson eyes.

"Fine then. I'll be blunt. Submit to me because we are sexually compatible, and I can take better care of you. I like Compress, but he is an assistant to the main act. He is always hiding during a real fight. Take my gracious offer and be mine," he rasps coldly. He removed the severed hand from his face to see his demanding expression pierce your soul. It sent chills down your spine.

"We're the ones taking care of you," you point out. You move to pull from his grip, only to have him press you against a wall to invade your mouth with his tongue. Shigaraki has become a nightmare and a good kisser, it made your heart flutter in fear and lust, and you hated it. He shoves his hand between your legs, rubbing his fingers over your clothed pussy and moaning in your mouth. You don't want to feel anything but contempt for Shigaraki. You have had enough of him toying with you.

"You're getting wet for me," he breathed between kisses. You bit the tender flesh of his lip, and he jerked from you, a tint of red staining his lip. He touched your bite, pulling his fingers away and examining the blood. Rubbing his fingers together, unconcerned with your bite as he gets a whiff of you and combines your slick. He smirks and licks his fingers before putting Father back on his face. That made you shudder again, but at least he had let you go.

"You are such a brat. A cute one. But a dumb brat, nonetheless. When you are done playing with him, you'll run to me. I'll take you back. Nice and hard the way you like. I don't run like others we know. Step aside. I'll take the lead like always. Hang back," he snarls, walking ahead.

Such an asshole, you think as you follow along. He decays a wall and creates an exit straight through the building.

"Shigs. I'm with Mister Compress. Get over it. I'm sure you'll be crawling with poon after the big revolution. We are already getting quite the reputation. Chicks dig power and scars. I think we make better friends than lovers," you sigh. He looks at you with his evil red eye around the fingers of Father, and you take a step away from him.

"I don't want some other chick or just be friends. Never say anything that cliché and disgusting to me again," he gravels through gritted teeth. He reaches out and touches the wall, making it crack and crumble. It was ominous and set you on edge. You don't want to talk about this anymore. You will be friendly and hope he gets the hint that's where you want him to stay, in the friend zone.

"You haven't been getting enough sleep or enough to eat since we have been fighting that giant callus. Let Mister marble you, and we'll pick up some food afterward. You're pushing yourself too hard. We didn't need you to be on this job," you tell him before a coughing fit from the dust in the air.

"If I weren't here, you would be lost and alone with him," Shigaraki seethed. You rolled your eyes and shook your head. Helping Shigaraki, has everyone exhausted. The doctor gave them some money, but the truth is they needed more, and they had been eating nothing but dried noodles.

"Fuck you are cranky. It would help if you ate something other than noodles and energy drinks. It's doing a number on our bodies. I've already gained weight, but you are losing weight. Plus, I want to see my Mom. It's been a while since I've seen her," you tell him. He crumbles another wall. You squeak in shock when he is in your face, pulling your hair and pressing against you, shoving his knee between your legs.

"I'm cranky because my ex-hero slut hasn't figured out how things are and made the right decision on who to pick. I loathe hearing you two fuck. You should be opening this yappy fucking mouth to catch my jizz and licking the cream from my tip. Not saying stupid things," He snarls. You are shaken at how he has trapped you again. He grinds his knee harder against your clit and threatens to lay all five fingers on your throat as he pulls Father off to kiss you. You giggle.

"Make that super cranky," You tease with a huge grin. He looks so enraged, and you know that expression all too well. He wants to ravage you and is about to when you both hear Twice calling for you. With a growl, he decays the wall you are pressed against and pulls you away, muttering and scratching himself. It's ok, you think. You would have used your quirk had he tried anything serious. These are just growing pains until Shigaraki is adjusted to his role.

"Ex-hero, dumb slut. Giving other men that look and your pussy. I hate that. Try to friend-zone me again. Forget about your Mom. We're your family now," He mumbled.

"Awwww, Shigs. Never knew you cared so much?" You chuckled when you met with the rest of the group. Leaping into Mr. Compress's arms. Whispering in his ear. He nods and uses his quirk on Shigaraki.

"Presto!" Compress says as threw him to Twice.

"You have three hours before Gigantomachia comes for him. The marble will pop in two. Void and I will get some food and meet you at campsite four," He tells them as you make your way to your SUV. Spinner has become good at boosting cars, so you're not worried about their ride situation. But you have remained untouched by the heroes and used your vehicle. The seats are plush and soft, with a faint scent of leather. Sako looked across the seat at you with intense desire in his eyes. You felt her heart beating faster as he reached out and cupped your face in his hands. He leaned in and softly brushed his lips against yours, sending a thrill through your body.

"First big heist. I want to fuck on the treasure before we give it back," you gasped. You could feel Sako smile against your lips as his kiss deepened. His tongue ran along your lips, tasting you as if he wanted to savor every moment. The kiss grew more passionate as both lost yourselves in the moment, hands exploring each other's bodies, your hearts pounding with anticipation. By the time they finally pulled away, both of you were flushed and out of breath, their hearts still racing.

"Do you have loot? Everything that was on the list?" You asked between gasps for air.

"Of course I do. I'm not a low-brow amateur. I bought us some time so we can go to the love hotel and fool around," Sako purred. You couldn't help but giggle.

"Fool around, huh?" You teased and watched him blush. It made your heart flutter. When you hear a cough coming from your back seat, both of you cringe in astonishment when you remember giving Spinner your spare key. Toga was a surprise, though.

"Way to go, Mister," Toga giggled, hiding her blushing face behind her hands. You both pull apart, chagrin washing over you. You know it's not that simple, not with your quirk. The twin-size hole inside you, the one your Uncle warned you would only grow with each generation, looms large. You glance at Toga and her psychopathy and realize that perhaps it would be better for everyone if you never had kids. Spinner interrupted your thoughts.

"Sorry to interrupt, but we need a lot of supplies, and we figured you needed help mailing the items to the family. I ordered them online, and they are pay on pick up, so cash only. It would be better if we used a car that wasn't boosted. We are less likely to get caught," Spinner explained when a text came in. There go your plans to fornicate on gold, but this would be easier with help.

MOM: The carrots are on sale near Mike. Bring Hiro and visit your mother.

You throw your car into gear and speed your way down the roadway to the screams of shock and terror of everyone in the vehicle.

"My love, I don't mean to question you! But getting the attention of the authorities by speeding might be counterintuitive to what Spinner suggested," Mr. Compress says, buckling his seat belt and holding his hat in terror as you weaved through traffic like a mad woman.

"MOM SAID CARROTS ARE ON SALE!" You screamed in utter terror. When they stared at you like you were insane, you briefly explained, "It's code for an emergency. Near mikes is the safe house."

Your heart is pounding. You are so scared of what you might find. Praying that Mom was ok and nothing terrible had happened. When you see the safe house at the docks, her car was still in the parked in front, the front door wide open of the warehouse, you panic. You barely parked when you jumped out, glad the SUV jerked to a stop on its own as you raced into the building.

You are going to kill anyone that hurt her. You burst in to see your Mom in heavy makeup talking to an ex-con cult leader like they were old friends. You know this guy. He was your Mom caught over twenty years ago. You are next to him in a split second, and your fifty-pound prosthetic metal leg swinging to cave in his head when you hear a gasp and look to see Tetsuo. A flawed man you felt so close to, he was like a brother, squeaked like a scared mouse. You can't let him see his masterpiece kill.

You push the kick higher at the last second. The priests smile and say, "My god, it has been forever. You have gotten so big." The equilibrium is thrown off, and you tumble head over heels into the wall. Sako and your Mom are helping you stand as you feel the need to fight instead of flight. You wobble on your feet when your Mom turns to hisses at Sako.

"I will take care of this. Get out of that damn cosplay now. It's your wedding day," Mom hissed to Sako, whose eyes darted between you in deep concern.

"Whaaaaaa?" you stagger on shaky legs and blurry vision. His wedding? Who the fuck is he gonna marry? You'll kick her ass too, is your hazy thought.

"She seems disoriented. I won't leave my wife like this," Sako said, steadying you. Mom shoved him away. It seemed rather aggressive for Mom to do that to her future son-in-law. She was so in love with him but now she seems angry and your not sure what to do. Is she angry your not married yet?

"The one taking your trouble child," I babbled incoherently at first, causing them both to knit their brows in concern. You flipped out, "Mom! How can you toss me away like this? Do you seriously think I'm that pathetic? You have to get rid of me right away like this and by that guy? What the hell, Mom? I get that the wrong kid died. But why can't you love me too?" Mom's face twisted into pure grief at your words.

"How are you here?" Sako hissed to Mom.

"Shut up! Get dressed. I need to talk to my daughter. We'll talk later alone," Mom hissed back. Shoving Sako towards Tetsuo, he smiled awkwardly and guided Sako to his tux.

"Nice jacket, man. Dude, you need to upgrade that arm." You could hear Tetsuo say as they walked away. Mom grabs your hand and drags you to an office turned into a changing room, where she grabs your face and holds your cheeks to make you look at her.

"Let's get something straight," she said, her voice heavy with grief. "I died the day your Father did and all over again when your Uncle killed himself. The only thing that kept me upright was my sweet girls. It's because I love you is why I worry. Do you think Voids are the only ones that hurt without the other? The bringers always want to make their other half happy. That's why we plaster a stupid smile and try our best. I'm scared without me, you'll try to take your life again. But having a husband to look out for you might give you a renewed purpose in life. Do you love him?" Mom asked, her voice trembling with emotion, tears streaming down her face and ruining her makeup. Puffy bruises, scratches, and mild burns showed under the tears.

The question hit you like a ton of bricks. Tears streaming down your face, you look at her in disbelief and asked, "What happened? Who did that to you?" Your voice was full of rage. You are ready to kill whoever dared to hurt your Mom. But then, you saw her face, twisted in love, and heard her words.

"Baby, do you love him?" She asked again. You took a deep breath and looked into her eyes, "Yes, I do."

"Then marry him today," she said. "Life is short, and something big and scary is happening in this country. Look out for each other, be happy, and fill your heart with love instead of sorrow."

At that moment, you understood. No matter how hard the world was, Mom was still here to teach you how to live it. And you are ready to do just that.

"Ok, Mom. Since it seems you planned for this, what do you want me to do?" you asked nervously. Mom ran and showed you the dress she got. It was your grandmother's.

"Oh my, Mom…. that is a lot of slanted ruffles," you gasped in dread. She opened the backup, and it was a slutty hero costume with a veil and a butt ruffle, "I'll go with the first one. Grandma had some taste."

"Hey, your father loved this dress," Mom huffed.

"Oh yeah, I did all of Void's prosthetics. No offense, but what you have on is low-grade black-market trash. After the wedding, let me take a quick scan and mold. I'm even working on quirk tech that can make it so that not only can you feel your fingertips but use your quirk. It is easier if you have a spacial quirk like Void's. One that hovers above the body," Tet was saying.

"I'm quirkless," Mr. Compress lied. He was adjusting the sleeve on the Armani suit. Tet rolled his eyes and nodded to where Toga and Spinner were eating and talking to the cult leader, Promenade. That concerned Sako a little. Can't have everyone running off to a cult.

"Don't worry, man. Void's Mom told me what's up. We've been friends forever, bro. Just think of me as family. I'm here as a witness because those two will be no good for a legal wedding license. It's wild that the person most in the dark is Void. How could she not know her Mom knows everything," He was saying when he looked beyond Compress and gasped.

Compress followed his eyes and looked down the path towards the bay's open doors. He can see the sun setting in the distance, bathing everything in a golden light that twinkles on the ocean. He takes a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He can feel the eyes of all the guests on him as he grips his heart and pants, but his attention is focused solely on you. You look absolutely stunning in your white gown and veil, your skin aglow from the light. He is overwhelmed with emotion, his eyes filling with tears of joy. He can't believe this beautiful woman is about to be his wife.

"She looks so pretty," Toga squealed.

As you slowly walk down the aisle with your Mom, Sako can't help but admire your beauty, which twists something in your gut. When you ran back and puked in a box, your mother held your veil back. Mom gives you a flask. You rinse your mouth, spit, and then drink the rest.

"I'm ok," you announce. Sako can't help but chuckle. He can't take his eyes off you as you compose yourself and approach him. When you finally reach him, you gaze into each other's eyes and share a moment of pure bliss. It's a moment he will never forget.

"You look devastating. My heart almost stopped. You are so beautiful," Sako said, taking your hands into his. You blush and smile, running your thumb over the metal of his fake hand.

"I vomited," you grimaced.

"I saw. I don't care. I still want to kiss you and be the one to hold your hair back the next time," he smiled.

"I love you, and I'm sorry my mom is crazy," you grinned back. Toga squeals, and then there's a hush in the room as the preacher Promenade steps up to the front, looking at the happy couple. The Prominade's voice is strong but gentle as he speaks. You wonder why it was this guy. Villain hero relationships happen but you never thought this guy would be back in your lives.

"Love is patient. Love is kind. It does not envy; it does not boast; it is not proud. It does not dishonor others; it is not self-seeking; it is not easily angered and keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." you look deeply into each other's eyes, the love between them palpable. The preacher continues, "These are the vows you have chosen to make to each other - to love, honor, and cherish, in sickness and health, for richer or for poorer, until death do you part."

The preacher smiles, silently encouraging you to look to each other for strength and reassurance and exchange rings. You are surprised when he takes one from Tet and puts it on your fingers. This is your Mom's. Finally, Promenade raises his hands and ends with a blessing.

"Bless you both and keep you in love. You may now kiss the bride."

Mr. Compress pulled you in and kissed you. Lips meet in a tender kiss. Everyone around cheers and claps, feeling the love radiating from the newlyweds. Toga bounced in pure excited joy. The kiss is slow and passionate, like a promise that you will be together forever. You are breathless when he finally pulls, and the room erupts in cheers and applause. You look into each other's eyes with pure love and devotion, knowing this is only the beginning of your incredible journey together. You really are not alone. Spinner starts playing. Could it have been me by the struts? Sako pulls you into a twirl.

"I wanna taste love and pain! I wanna feel pride and shame," You both shout during your first dance. Your mother takes the next dance with Sako, and you run to Tet to embrace him in a full-blown bear hug, "TET!" Sako ignores that and focuses on Mom.

"How the hell did you escape? Is Dabi all right?" He hisses. Mom scoffs.

"Bastard is just fine. After you left, so did his bedroom eyes. He said something about how he was giving me more of a chance than I ever did my daughter. Whatever the fuck that means. He hunted me like an animal in this area. I lost him and called in a lot of favors for my daughter," she said, almost breathless from the dance. Mom reaches into the pocket and hands him a vial. He looks at it and quickly makes it disappear.

"Was that a rape drug you find so vile?" Sako smirked. Mom's eyes narrowed.

"No!" She spat, her voice rising with each syllable. "It's a fertility drug for you. Take it! Knock her up tonight, dammit! Don't be so naïve. The hero world is about to erupt into chaos. Do you want your wife caught in the crossfire? If she's pregnant, you have an excuse to keep her safe from the madness. Give me the grandbabies you promised, and do it NOW!"

As Mom walked away Sako, he spots you signing the marriage certificate. Sako was hoping against hope that she'd fixed the problem of his legal name or the marriage date. But now, should he be caught, he realizes the consequences could be dire for you. It has became clear to him that Mom was right. He had wanted to keep his beloved wife away from the chaos of war. As you convinced Spinner to dance with you, this was the first time you had seen a guy so awkward to walk in a circle for a slow dance stiffly, Sako approached Tet and Promenade.

"Ahh, hello there. I'm Promenade," the preacher greeted Sako with a sad sigh, looking fondly at you, "It seems like only yesterday she was a little girl, and now she's married and in love! How time flies..." A single tear rolled down his cheek.

"My wife said her Mom captured you?" Sako asked.

"Yes. Then I escaped, feverishly plotting my revenge. I tracked her family like a bloodhound, and soon enough, I had captured Void's twin sister. Little did I know that it would eventually lead to my mental breakdown. But, alas, I was rescued by the Bringer, who provided me with the help I needed. Anyhoo, all that remains is for you to sign here and here and your seal here. We backdated for when you were performing in Vegas. You both got drunk and only tracked her down recently. That's the story. Please, stick to it. We did a lot of research for this story. If you are caught, she can say whatever she needs and maintain spousal rights if she wishes," Promenade explained.

Tonight, you and Sako will be bound together forever. Nothing else matters more than this momentous occasion. The moment when you become his wife is when your life together truly begins. You'll be giving him the greatest gift of all, a legacy. This will be the ultimate proof of your undying loyalty and devotion to him, a promise that you will never part. You and Sako could not be more different than his ex. You are brave, strong and have a creative spark that she could never match.

The woman was shy and dumb as a box of rocks. But more than that, your moral compass is free and flexible, never leaving him feeling restricted or suffocated. Tonight, you forge a bond that cannot be broken. It is a vow of unyielding loyalty and unconditional love that will last an eternity. He will fight with all his might, use any means necessary, and keep you in his arms forever. All is fair in love and war, and he will not hesitate to go to battle for you. He will stop at nothing to ensure that the ties that bind you to him are unbreakable.

Sako was giddy, dancing, sharing cake, and having an overwhelming sense of relief. He was sure he would be able to fulfill your needs. His favorite part was lifting your skirts and rustling underneath, where he licked the tender flesh of your inner thigh, marking his territory, while he locked your new legs place, A wedding gift from Tetsuo. Sako slowly slid a garter belt added as part of the wrapping and tossed it. It landed on Dabi's head, who was calmly eating cake. You squealed in delight, wiggling each individual toe, and showed off your amazing dance skills as you flipped and twirled. Right to Dabi, who licked frosting off his fork.

"Dabi, what are you doing here?!" You exclaimed, frantically searching the room for your Mom. With his distinct look, you knew that if your Mom spotted Dabi, she'd immediately recognize them as members of the League and would be horrified to learn that her daughter had married a villain. You had been filled with a mixture of fear and excitement on your wedding day, but now you were just filled with dread. You finally found happiness again after losing your sister and were determined to keep it.

Dabi's voice was as casual as ever, but when he uttered, "I was looking for your mom," anger and paranoia flared inside you. You became a fortress, a shield of protection that would not let anyone through to your Mom. You were ready to fight for her with all you had to.

"Why are you looking for her?" you ask.

"I don't see her, so it's safe to enjoy the party, right? Besides, I think you give her too little credit," Dabi said.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? What the hell do you know about my Mom and our relationship?" You sneered when Sako appeared and guided you away from Dabi, "Get him out of here before my Mom sees him." You hissed, gesturing sharply at Dabi. He grinned wryly and continued to eat his cake, seemingly unfazed by your anger. Sako was conversing with all the other members here when Tetsuo handed you an envelope.

He took your hand, and with a gentle squeeze of your finger, his eyes widened with a mix of fear, love, and hope for you. His sincerity was unspoken, but the message was loud and clear. "Your Mom said it was your wedding present. She needed to get Promanade home and couldn't say goodbye. I'm so happy for you, Void. You look gorgeous, and I've never seen you more radiant. I'll get your husband's measurements and get started on his arm right away. Here's my number, and if you ever find yourself in trouble, call me, and I'll come running. You and your sister have saved me countless times, and I want you to know that you can always rely on me."

The heat of shame swells within you. You can't bring yourself to reach out to Tetsuo, the one person who has always looked up to you and your sister with admiration. Your pride has always been a wall between you and the one person who would never judge you. You didn't want your Mom or Tetsuo to be dirtied by you. You had desperately hoped that your beloved Mom and Tetsuo would remain untouched by your crimes. But when Stain came after your sister, thinking that your crimes were hers. He left no mercy in his wake, brutally severing your legs as a warning and crushing your heart when he murdered your sister. You didn't want the same to happen now that you're in the League of Villains.

"Hey, do you think my mom was banging Promenade?" You ask. Tetsuo chuckled.

You slowly slide your finger along the envelope's seal, your heart pounding in anticipation. With a deep breath, you tear it open, and inside, you find a card key to a luxurious love hotel. I paid for two days. You carefully pull out the letter behind it, and your heart stops as you read the words. It's a job interview acceptance letter from AU.

Your mind reeling as you stare at your husband. Sako had always been attractive, but lately, he had transformed into something truly divine. His body was a perfect combination of strength and grace, his muscles toned and defined. He moved with an air of confidence and power, every gesture a masterpiece of effortless beauty. He was a vision of perfection, and it was impossible to look away.

Your Mom had applied you to that Hero school without you even knowing. You feel the weight of the job offer in your hand, and you know that Mom wants what's best for you. But when Sako appears, you quickly stuff it back in the envelope, only showing him the key card, and you can't help but feel a thrill as he sweeps you away when you go to the love hotel.

Sako's hunger was insatiable as he stepped into the room. His strong hand caressed your breasts as the other encircled your waist, lifting you off the ground and carrying you to the bed. He laid you down, ready to satisfy his craving. His eyes widened with a desperate hunger when you were in the hall. He snatched the vial from his pocket, and with a single gulp, he swallowed its contents.

The vial vanished as if it had been nothing more than an illusion. He was ravenous for you, and nothing could quench his desire. That little quirk drug might have had a touch of aphrodisiac. He grabbed your hand and slid the card with you. The tension made him unable to hold back longer. You both had been so reserved on the drive here, on the elevator up, your heartbeats thundered in your ears the entire time. A part of him wanted to pop you in his mouth and roll on his tongue. The relief of knowing you can't get away and that you are utterly his was overwhelming, like a hungry beast. The quiet anticipation pushed him to the edge.

"Sako!" you exclaimed, flopping on the softest bed ever. "Let's go take a shower. We've been dancing all night, and it's time to wash away all the sweat." You paused, your gaze shifting to the menu with all the amenities here. "Oh, look!" You squealed, your eyes widening in delight. "They have a lover's tub for two!"

"No! I need you now, baby girl. My desire for you is so fierce. I can barely contain it. I feel feral. I want to ravish my wife in her frilly wedding dress. I don't think I've ever seen you so cute," he teased, "I love you so much. I need you now. Legs on, I enjoy the sound of metal on metal. Be a good assistant, follow my directions, open your legs, and let me work my magic." He orders.

His eyes blaze with lust, and you can't help but tremble with anticipation. You've never seen Sako look so predatory before, and it sends a thrill of excitement through your body. You bend your knees and spread yourself so wide they touch the bed. Sako's eyes smolder with desire as he seizes you, taking you in his arms, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss that roughly presses you into the bed. His hands gently caress your breast with a sharp tweak of your hardening nipple.

Sako moves down, leaving a trail of nips along your neck, soft hair has been getting longer because of your camping, and it tickles your cheeks. He moves lower, yanking down the front of your dress in one swift movement. His tongue traced circles around your nipples before continuing down her body with his hands. His hands rummaged under the layers of your skirt, his fingers lightly brushed against your inner thigh, his touch sending a shiver of pleasure through your body.

He moved his metal fingers higher, tracing circles around your most sensitive area over her panties. You gasped as his fingers found the edge of your panties and ripped them away. Before you could react, the metal hand scraped your skin. It had been falling apart for a while, sending a jolt of pain. You yelped in surprise, your quirk activating in self-defense. It opens. All the objects that had been placed inside you had never moved or wiggled.

"Pull it out! Pull it out!" You screech with hysterical giggles. You had never felt anything like it before; it tickled through your center like a lightning bolt deep inside your body. Sako grips you still.

"I've witnessed bullets enter your quirk," he said, his mischievous grin widening. "So, I know I'm not doing any harm. But when I touch you here, I can feel how aroused you become. You are so damn wet from a little fingering here."

As his fingers began to explore the inner depths of your quirk, his touch gentle yet firm, you squirm uncontrollably. Sako's metal fingers teased and tantalized, pushing you to the brink of ecstasy and agony. His touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through your body, in arts, you didn't know existed as he explored every inch of you. She moaned in pleasure, terrified you were about to piss yourself or kick him across the room, as his fingers moved deeper, pushing you closer and closer to the edge that plummets into the unknown. Finally, his fingers found your sweet spot, and you let out a loud cry of bliss, tears ruining your makeup.

"SAKO! No more. I think I'm going to pee," you whine pitifully. He grinned, his fingers dipping in and out, faster and faster, pushing you over the edge into a blissful state.

"Go ahead. I'm not stopping. You are a wet mess, and I've never been this hard for anyone. Your cute expression is driving me wild. Your quirk opens an inch above your skin, so thrash as much as you want, dear. I can't feel anything, but there is a light resistance; when I try to pull away, something is trying to draw me in. Do you feel anything when I put you in my mouth as a marble?" He chuckled.

"Please, slow down. It's like you're reaching through my center, and your fingers are tickling me from the inside," you beg. Clinging to him desperately, the waves of pleasure washed over you, body shaking, toes digging into the mattress, the overwhelming newly added sensation.

"I am a villain, the love of my life. Those lewd sounds are only making me want to tease you more. Your desperate plea has my heart beating wildly with delight. You have given me exactly what I have been craving all my life, the perfect assistant, an acknowledgment of our passion that burns like wildfire. You are mine, and I want you to feel it with every ounce of your being. Proclaim your desire, give voice to the love that blooms between us, and I will treat you with tenderness and devotion. Say it! Tell me you need me, that I am all you have ever wanted. Tell me you love me, scream my name when you cum, and I will enfold you in my arms, never letting go," Sako grinned. He used his other hand to plunge into your sopping-wet pussy; you immediately came from his fingers.

"Sako! I'm cumming!" You scream, your breath coming in short gasps. Your hips jerk, and your body quivers as intense pleasure spreads from your center and floods your entire body. Your legs are trembling, and your hands are tightly clenched into fists as your body is overcome with waves of intense pleasure. You groan as your entire body shakes in rapture, back arching up to meet Sako's talented hands, experiencing the most powerful orgasm of your life. He pulled his fingers out, and you lay there, still shaking with bliss. You had never experienced anything like it before, leaving you completely satisfied.

He looked deep into your eyes as he spoke, his voice low and husky, "That's a good little assistant, stunning reactions, my sensitive baby girl. Pulling pleasure from you is like pulling a rabbit from a hat." He licked his fingers and his lips hungrily as he continued. "You squirted my tasty girl, and now I'm about to show you a trick you've never seen before. It's so hot, and it will make you sweat and moan for me. You ready?" He asked. He grabbed your waist and pulled you close. His hands trailed up your body, sending shivers down your spine. You felt his breath on your neck as he whispered, "It's time to take my cock. Stand, place your hands on the wall, and stick out your ass for me. Let's make some magic together."

"You already know how to strip me bare, including my heart, Sako," you murmured over your shoulder. Sako pauses, trying to cover the blush creeping over his face with his hand. You can almost hear his sexy scolding as he blushes.

"My cute naive girl. I have so much more to teach you. Hold still, and you

"Yes, please," you moaned

Sako bends down, his lips finding the back of your neck and shoulders, biting and sucking, marking what is his. He pulled away, and before you could react, he grabbed your hands to keep them on them up against the wall.

"I am going to fuck you so hard. It would help if you had support. Don't move," he growled, forcing himself in all at once. You gasped with pleasure as he entered you, pushing himself deeper and deeper with each thrust. His thrusts were hard and fast, and your moans became louder with every passing moment. He continued to move his body against yours, his hand gripping your hip and wrist tightly as he moved. You clawed the wall as you felt your orgasm approach, and he moved faster and faster, pushing you over the edge and into pure bliss. You are so sensitive from the first crazy experience; no one has ever played with your quirk like that; you don't know how you can last. Your legs are shaking, and your entire being has never felt so full and vulnerable. You feel him in sharp sensation as his cock slides in and out, over your sweet spots, making you mewl and drool. Sako is ruthless in his pounding of your pussy. Grinding deep, shivers of ecstasy rocked your body. You gasped when you felt his cock swell inside, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure through your body. He pulled your hair to look up at him, back arching in painful ecstasy.

"That is a beautiful face. You feel so good. The best I ever had," he groaned before kissing you.

His hips bucked harder. You could barely breathe; you closed your eyes, tears streaming down, your body trembling beneath him as the intensity of the pleasure increased.

"You like that? I can feel you clenching on me when I. Hit. This. Spot. Right. Here," he moans. He moves his hand from your hair to your jaw, shoving his fingers in your mouth, which you suck on immediately like an infant. He thrust harder, and you moaned; he had never been this feral. His movements became faster, more urgent, and soon your orgasm was building up to an unbearable level. Your chest presses hard against the wall. You screamed his name around his fingers as the waves of pleasure crashed over you. An intense heat fills your center, spreading as you moan like a bitch in heat for him.

"Ahh! So good. I'm cumming," Sako growled. Your eyes open to watch through blurry tears. His face twisted in a lewd loving expression of pain. Your entire body shakes with satisfaction, and a rush of hot liquid runs down your thighs. His thrusts became slower and softer until, finally, he stilled. His cock is still twitching deep in you. Your head slumps against the wall. He hugs your middle as if he might lose you. His hot body dripped sweat over your quivering body, creating a cooling river on your goose-bumped flesh.

The odd sensation of feeling in your metal legs is not the same while you stand in a pool of hot cum mixed with your own. You wiggle your toes, hearing a squelching, and shudder. How can you forget something like this but always feel your heel itching? Both our breaths came in ragged pants, your body still trembling with bliss. You felt his lips on your neck as he whispered your name. His hug became tighter as he pulled you back onto the bed. You lay together, connected, before handing you the room service menu as he wiped you down first with a warm towel. He was so considerate and devoted. You felt love radiating throughout your being. You didn't notice when he trapped you in his arms.

Sako leans close as he whispers, "I want you to stop taking birth control. I want you to have my babies." His metal fingers trace over your belly, where he had planted his seed. You can feel yourself melting under his touch, shivering as you succumb to the pleasure he brings. His sack tightens at the thought of making you look so slutty. No one else can make you look like that, not even Shigaraki. The way he turned you into a mess, wet and pliable for him, the thought of it makes him hard all over again. The screech of metal on metal brings you out of your shock. He lifted your leg under your knee.

"Wait! Sako, ah!" You groaned as he sank his cock back into your overstimulated sex, "I can't think like this. I'm lightheaded! This is a bad time."

He ran his fingers along your jawline, then turned your face to him over your shoulder. Sako looked into your eyes, his fingertips lightly pressed into your cheek. "That's the problem, my love," he said softly, his voice like a gentle caress. "You think too much. We both want children, and there will never be the right time."

The clink of metal and the light scrapping sounds filled the room as he inched himself into your quivering pussy, gradually holding you open for him. Sako's gaze was so intense it made your heart race. His lips were so close you could feel his breath graze your lips.

"Let's make the time," he said tenderly, his voice sending shivers down your spine. You looked into his eyes and knew then that nothing else mattered. You were lost in the moment and almost obeyed without argument.

"We talked about this. After we change things," You groan. Sako bottomed out, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. He held you close and kissed you with passion.

"My dearest, my love, my life. You have seen what is coming. A real change is upon us, and I'm afraid we may not survive it. After meeting your mother, I have been filled with doubt that I am the right companion for you. I cannot bear the thought of not being able to protect you." his voice quivered with emotion, his expression desperate and pleading. In contrast, you pursed your lips in annoyance.

"You once said that my quirk had endless potential. Let me protect you because that's what I want to and can do," your voice trembling with rage, pulling away when his eyes darted to your legs. You swing them over the edge of the bed. Your voice broke as your vision blurred with tears, "You don't think I can protect you because I failed to protect my sister."

"No," he says. Sako tenderly brings his hands up to cup your face, his metal-clad thumbs wiping away the tears that have stained your cheeks. He looks deep into your eyes. The love you see there melts your heart. "It's because I know you will recklessly throw yourself in front of me. I will fail to protect you as you will protect me, and that is not partnership. I want a piece of you. One piece of you that I can protect." His words were like cold water dowsing the flames of rage that had flared in you. You feel a wave of shame washes over you, threatening to draw more tears. You had wanted kids. You had promised Sako, and it wasn't about quirks. It was about love, and you don't want to fight, but things keep needling at you. The timing could have been better.

"Ok. You're right. Like always. But I want to try after I talk to the doctor ok," Your voice quivers as you take a deep breath, your eyes pleading with him as you say this. You reach out to him, your hands trembling, as you wait for his response.

"As you wish. I understand your point, and I'm glad you want to be sure there are no complications before deciding. It's important to talk to the doctor first, and then we can discuss further after our honeymoon. Let's try and keep the peace between us and move forward together," he says. He wraps himself around you as he joins you at the edge of the bed. Sako pulls you onto his lap, his length abruptly entering you. He caresses your lips with his, and at that moment, you know that he truly loves you and he will do whatever it takes to make you happy. His free hand trails up your body, sending tingles of pleasure through your veins. He begins to bounce you up and down on his length.

"Yes," you whimper in agreement, your breath heavy with emotion. He trembles as he holds you close, your bodies united passionately. You feel his heart beating against yours. You know he will stand by your side no matter what. His thrusts become more demanding as if he can't get enough of you.

"Let's make our dreams come true," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. His hands grip your waist firmly as you both reach the crescendo of your pleasure. You moan in ecstatic bliss as the sensation of pure lust washes over you both. You nod, tears streaming down your cheeks, and he wipes them away tenderly.

"Yes," you whisper, "Let's make it happen."

Y ou lay in bed together. Sako looks so handsome and innocent when he is asleep, a hint of a five-o-clock shadow only making him more rugged and attractive. His toned body, a product of the grueling battles against Machia, is silhouetted in the dim light. You hold your breath as your phone pings with a text message; you snatch it up, hoping against hope it's your mother explaining why she had to leave your wedding early. Your heart sinks as you read the words, and you feel the tears forming in your eyes. You turn to Sako, wanting to wake him and take comfort in his embrace, but you can't bring yourself to wake him. You take a deep breath and settle back into the sheets, resigning to face Shigaraki's wrath alone, biting your lip in worry.

CrustySIDS : Congratulations on your wedding. Welcome to the family. We are so excited to have you join us. I bet Compress is overjoyed to have you in their life forever. You are really going to crush his heart with the weight of your lies. I look forward to it.

You stare at the screen, your heart racing. No matter how hard you try, you can't shake the dread that has settled in your stomach, twisting and threatening to vomit up your ordered meal. You can imagine it now—a tired, worn-out Shigaraki looking up to see a happy Toga gushing about the wedding they were at. Spinner tries to avoid Shigaraki's icy glare by busying himself with heating the leftovers when Shigaraki finally asks if this is true. Toga shoved a plate of food in his face, her expression overly joyful.

"We even saved a slice of cake for you. Void was beautiful, like a twirling cake," Toga chirped eagerly.

Shigaraki stared at the cake contemptuously, his mouth curling into a sneer. He slowly took a bite, swallowing the lump of dough, but the sweetness of the frosting couldn't mask the bitterness that lingered on his tongue. He takes his time and measures his words before he texts you. Toga had said you were beautiful, and it made him want to vomit. He was certain Compress was staring at your lewd face as if you were some whore who would take any cock that came your way. The way you looked when you came on his cock. He slams his finger down on the send button, the sound echoing through his mind like a thunderclap. His eyes flash with pure hatred, and his body vibrates with anger. He stands there, his fists balled and his jaw clenched, radiating an aura of pure, unbridled loathing.

"Twice. Let's find the big baby. I feel like I can destroy the world," Shigaraki sneers.

Yeah, you can imagine the whole thing. When you are with the League, Shigaraki steals glances but treats you and Sako no different than before, alone he is a snarling beast who wants to hump you to death. You can't wait until some villain fan girl comes along and lets him get his teen angst out. He always came off as sheltered, and All for one, did that poor boy any favors.

You stand and run to the bathroom. Puking, praying Sako didn’t hear you. A dreadful feeling started to sink into your middle. You peek out the door at Sak, a line of light falling on his face. Still asleep. You brush your teeth and rinse out your mouth. You text Shigaraki back, on the verge of being sick again.

Me: We'll be back in a few days with more supplies. OFC, I'm happy to stay with the family forever. Don't just drink energy drinks, have some real food too.

You crawl into bed, your new legs unlatched and set aside. They are lightweight, and the interface with your neural link works great, but the end caps still burn with a dull ache. You gritted your teeth and tried to ignore the pain, taking a deep breath before curling up in a ball and closing your eyes. You felt the familiar warmth of Sako, but something was different. You are different. You're a wife and maybe a mother soon. You are no longer the same person who had crawled into bed just moments ago. You had been transformed, and the future suddenly seemed uncertain and filled with possibilities.

"Are you ok, baby girl?" Sako stirred and mumbled. His broken metal arm was set aside. The intensity of your embrace was palpable, and you felt your bodies becoming one as your lips met.

"Go back to bed," before kissing his forehead. You felt his heart beating faster as you caressed his face and whispered, but he resisted, holding you tight in his embrace and refusing to let go. You looked into his eyes and saw the fire that burned within him, the desire that he had to be with you. You felt the same way, so you pulled him closer and deepened the kiss, your bodies becoming more intertwined. You moved together in a passionate dance, your mouths exploring as your hands caressed each other's skin. Seconds felt like hours as you explored one another, time standing still in that moment.

Finally, spent, you both fell asleep in each other's embrace.

The tension in the air was palpable as you entered the League of Villains' camp. Shigaraki couldn't take his eyes off of you. He is a menacing figure, eager to get you alone to overpower you with his intensity. You shake your head. You already talked to Sako about helping Shigaraki, and you agree that staying is the best hope for the changes you both wanted. It was clear that his upbringing had not been kind, and as a result, his emotions were constantly bubbling to the surface, taking a physical toll too. So, he will get the chance to vent all his bullshit today. You unwrap a hot plate of food for Shigraki and set it next to him while Sako kisses you on top of his head.

"I'll try and distract Machia with Twice while you grab something to eat," Sako said behind his mask.

"Be careful and be sure you don't use my car. I love not having to pay for parking, but not if I toss it. Machia will rip through it like tissue," You shouted at Sako's retreating figures.

"I'm not that basic, sweet waifu!" Sako shouted back. You smirk to yourself. You are a terrible influence on him with your bad mouth. You give Shigaraki a pointed look, noting that he has yet to touch his food. His expression is one of intense concentration, and you can tell he's thoroughly considering the situation. You wait patiently, watching as he shifts his gaze from the food to you, his mouth quirking slightly at the corners.

"I am too weak to lift the plate. I need my energy. How about you feed me?" The corners of his mouth curved up, a quirk of joy in his eyes that made you feel like you were standing on the edge of a cliff.

You felt the air around you suddenly become thick and heavy, as if the atmosphere was trying to tell you something. He uttered the words, and you felt like the force of his gaze was pulling you in. His smile was almost mesmerizing, and it made you reconsider your perception of him- Shigaraki, normally so spiteful, anti-social, and deviant, yet here he was, with the eyes of a man reaching for his dream. You felt a chill run down your spine and a shiver of anticipation as you realized you were standing in the presence of something greater than yourself. He is a fundamental change. The ripples of his actions can already be felt throughout Japan.

"Of course, little brother. Anything for my Shig-chan. But we need a spoon. Pull one from me," you smirked back. His eyes widened in surprise, quickly recovering as he slowly reached out his hand and hovered it over your chest. His face contorted with a mix of emotions - rage, desire, confusion - before he called out for a spoon, obviously taken aback by his own actions. He stood there, still and silent, as if frozen in time, his eyes still searching yours for answers from you, when a spoon appeared, "Good job, little brother. After all, I'm so happy to be a part of a family. Although I'm here to help you, let me feed you as you asked."

He grunted and ate like an infant for a long awkward moment.

"Don't call me brother. We will never be that. I am your leader and the next king. Know your place, which should be under me. But since you are a member of the League, you can do what you want," He growled. You chuckle. A strange leading tactic that allows him to recruit any whacko. Some day you can imagine it being an issue, but for today you are going to take it. You can hear the snapping of branches. Machia was coming. You hold your breath, your heart pounding in your chest. Time has stopped as you watch them size each other up. Every inch of you is on edge, waiting for one of them to break through. Since your wedding night, you have waited for this moment. Shigaraki shifts to fight.

You place a hand on his shoulder, "Finish your dinner. Let me try." Shigaraki's eyes widened as he watched the scene unfold before him, shoveling food into his mouth at lightning speed. You activated your quirk, spreading it wide like a shield to protect you and Shigaraki. Machia stomped on you with all his might, sending shockwaves through the air and the ground. The force of his blow made you feel like you were being crushed under a mountain. You gritted your teeth and held your ground, protecting Shigaraki from the onslaught.

"It does not feel there," Machia growled. You grinned. Nothing alive can enter your quirk. It causes a force field effect that causes the other to feel numbness in their limbs. You stood a little straighter, feeling the triumph course through you. But then he lifted his foot again, and you felt the impact of his stomp through your quirk. You were sent crashing into the ground, your endcaps screeching in agonized pain. You felt a surge of panic as you realized you were entirely at his mercy. Stomping on you is something that you felt through your quirk, making your endcaps screech in utter agony; raw power can beat you. It is something you hand never experienced before. You tried to keep your composure, even as you felt a cold chill of fear creep up your spine. You forced a grin, hoping Shigaraki wouldn't notice your unease.

"Can't feel. Does not mean it is not there," Machia scoffed menacingly, his eyes narrowing. Ignoring her husband and swatting away Twice's Shigaraki doubles, his gaze was fixed on Shigaraki. Suddenly Machia starts to burrow. Your heart races in a panic. Under your feet is a weak spot you have been unable to resolve. You are not immune to your own quirk. You lose it mentally and cringe in fear. Shigaraki, who finally finished and reached out to grab you around the waist. Your training kicked in, and you captured him back, using your new legs to leap at heights the others couldn't reach. You panted heavily, your face a mask of shock, when you saw Shigaraki grinning manically.

"Thanks," Shigaraki graveled.

You can see the rage and joy in Shigaraki's eyes as he fights, jumping off the ledge and flying toward Machia. He's determined to prove to Machia that he is the next king and will never be his equal. You can only watch helplessly as the fight escalates, feeling powerless to do anything but slump, rest, and be tossed aside. You can only hope that neither of them will be seriously injured. The last time you felt this was Shiketsu High. Suddenly, Machia lunges forward, his fist flying toward Shigaraki's face. He quickly twists mid-air from Machia's attack, smacking the fist and decaying a portion of Machia's fingers that quickly regenerate. Machia retaliates with a powerful kick, sending him flying across the clearing. Shigaraki quickly recovers, landing on his feet like a sleek cat, and charges towards him, throwing a flurry of slaps, each narrowly missing him. Until Shigaraki sets both hands on the ground, decaying the ground. Sako is popping rocks to appear and help keep the rest of the League in the air. It was a ballet of violence you missed. How did he move like that? The soft Shigaraki you knew wouldn't have been able to pull off a move like that a week ago. You barely heard Toga. She asked you if you were ok, but you didn't care about anything but the dance. You grip Toga with a mad laugh.

"I didn't think I could fall in love again. Don't be afraid! The dance of death is as old as time, and we all have to waltz at some point. Trust your heart!" You said this as you jumped too.

Opening your quirk at your bent knees, you unleash a powerful force that slams into Machia's face, sending him staggering backward. Compress throws a rock covered with living moss at your feet, providing you with a perfect launch pad. With your false legs, you could sink into your quirk and pass out from the intense vibration of pain coursing through your body, but with Sako's help, you all can remain air born.

The fight is quick and hard, and you feel a thrill you haven't felt in a long time. You have the most experience of everyone in a real fight, but even you are learning new things with this new family. You never felt more in love as you embrace the adrenaline coursing through your veins. This is precisely what you've been missing, a real fight. You honestly love every part of this and hoped it would go on forever.

You are panting from your last fight with Machia, your quirk growing stronger, and learning new ways to use it that you can only find with an enemy like Machia. Your husband keeps Machia off you while you rest when some asshole bops you on the head with some paper. You quickly open your quirk, and you're ready to punch off the head of whoever dared to touch you. You freeze in shock as you realize it's Shigaraki. He shoves an AU interview letter and a positive pregnancy test in your face, causing your stomach to drop and the water you were guzzling to come up in a puke. You can barely comprehend the words coming out of his mouth, but you know one thing for certain. Your life is about to change drastically.

"We need to talk," Shigaraki rasps with an evil grin. An hour later, you are hugging everyone goodbye. The sun is setting as you say your final goodbyes. Sako takes your hand and leads you to the road, where he will return the road to give you your SUV. You can feel his eyes searching for answers, but you don't have the strength to meet his gaze. You can feel the tension between you, the unasked questions, the unspoken words. You both stand in silence for a moment before he finally speaks.

"You told everyone that you had an opportunity to be a spy. That is greatly needed since those UA brats have been poking their nose in our business. But I suspect there is more than that. I wish you would tell me why you're leaving," he says softly. You turn away, not wanting him to see the tears in your eyes.

"I can't," you whisper. "I know you're curious, but this is something I have to do," I reply. "There's more to this than meets the eye. It's a chance to make a real difference, and I can't pass it up. I can't tell you why I'm leaving, but I promise you it's for the best."

He takes your hands in his and holds them tightly. "Please," he pleads. You swallow hard, struggling to find the words.

"It's just something I have to do," you finally manage, your voice trembling. He looks at you for a long, tense moment, his eyes searching your face for answers. You can feel his hands trembling in yours, his grip gradually tightening. You know he can sense something is wrong, and the thought of it terrifies you. You are a coward. You cannot even bring yourself to tell him the truth. That you are pregnant, most likely with twins, your quirk always makes it twins. You wanted to be sure before you came to him with that news. The conversation with Shigaraki was ominous. Remembering it made your mouth snap shut with a shudder of fear. He releases your hands in disbelief that you are really not going to tell him, and you can see the hurt in his eyes. You know he can feel it too. The distance between you grows further and further apart with every passing moment.

"I understand," he says. The tears that you've been fighting finally spill over. You force a smile and take a deep breath.

"Thank you," you whisper. Sako pulls you into a tight embrace, and you let yourself cry. After a few moments, he pulls away and looks down at you.

"You know I'm here for you, no matter what," he says. You nod, taking his words to heart and feeling deeply guilty. You look into his eyes and give him a small smile.

"I know," you say.

"You can do whatever you need to with your mouth. Prison and spy rules are similar," He smiles back, takes your hand, and kisses your wedding ring with love, "Go." He says. You take one last look at him before getting into your car. He stands in the fading light, watching you drive away.

You parked in the driveway and cried. No one else may forgive you. The whole League may end up despising you for crushing Sako or Shigaraki's heart or for driving a wedge through them. But your mother will never turn her back on you. She will hold you close as you spill your heart out. Every. Single. Thing. How it was your fault, your sister was murdered, how you profited from villains and the galleries, how you became part of the villains. How you cheated on Sako, now you are expecting and don't know who the Father is, how you must take the UA job so maybe, just maybe, you can keep Sako's love and keep him safe. Her eyes fill with tears as she realizes the weight of your confession, and she pulls you closer, whispering: "It's going to be alright. I'm here for you, and I always will be. You're not alone. I will always love you. But I am disappointed in you." The only way a mother can. Your heart may break, but she will not reject you.

You are thrown off. Your Mom didn't come running out. You find the hidden key and slowly walk up the driveway, feeling a sense of dread wash over you. You reached the door, your hands trembling as you tried to fit the key into the lock. Tears streaming down your face, you finally opened the door. You expected your Mom to be there to greet you with a hug, but instead, the house was silent. You stood in the entryway, disappointment and sadness overwhelming you.

Tears streamed down your face as you quickly realized the magnitude of your mistake. You walked into the house and froze in surprise. Everywhere you looked, the décor had changed. Your mother and Father's belongings were no longer in the main bedroom. Pictures of you and your sister were scrapbooked and incomplete on the dining room table. When you walked into the room you shared with your sister, the one that held her ashes, you were met with a nursery. Your heart sinks.

Things started to click into place like clockwork slowly. How could you have been so stupid? Dabi. Dabi had smirked and been looking for her. (snap) The villain preacher at your wedding. Sako smiled and said not to worry. (snap) Your trustful floating feeling between Sako that first night. That same feeling with Shigaraki when he handed you the drug. (SNAP!) Those fuckers!

You have had plenty of trauma with your Mom. She can get away with being fucked up. Those two drugged and fucked you under the influence. You gasp. Looking at the room. (snap) Your Mom was in on it. (Snap) the birth control. Shigaraki was sneering about quirk breeding!

"Oh, my god. How dumb," you cry and laugh hysterically. What you felt was utter betrayal and then….freedom. All your stress was tied to a red balloon. It was a brick stress, and you did not think the balloon could handle it. But it turns out the balloon is as fucked up as you. A wave of relief as you laughed harder. You don't have to feel guilty. Re-heating leftovers and re-watching Tootsie until your Mom came home.

"This does not age well," you said to the empty room. Your heart pounded as the seconds dragged by, and your mother still hadn't come home. You had tried calling her and texting her, but no response. Panic began to set in, and desperation drove you to send frantic messages to Sako, Dabi, Shigaraki, Toga, and Twice throughout the night, yet none responded. You were utterly exhausted from the sleepless night of worry and fear but couldn't give in. You had to maintain your composure and plaster a smile on your face as you sat in front of Principal Nezu, the most intelligent creature on the planet. Your heart raced in fear that he might be able to see through your façade and discover your deceit. The rest of the committee was nothing to be impressed by. Midnight was a vapid harlot, All Might was a himbo of the highest degree, and Gun Quirk was a skill any bored American could master.

In comparison, they were mere pebbles, gravel that paved to Nezu, only meant to be stepped on. As soon as he stepped into the room, it seemed like the air was sucked out, and all that was left was a paralyzing fear. Just one glance from him made you weak in the knees and filled your stomach with dread. Nezu was a force to be reckoned with. He could see through you. The greatest risk factor was Nezu.

"Tell us? How did you mentally cope with Stain cutting off your legs?" Nezu asked. Your smile twitched, but it did not falter.

"Oh, Nezu! You almost sound like an American! So blunt, if only I were older," you grinned, pretending to like tea. Nezu's chuckle echoed through the room as if charmed, but you cannot rely on that. Suddenly, a ping from your cell pierced the awkward silence, sending a shiver of dread down your spine. You could feel your hands shaking as you reluctantly reached for your phone; your entire body tensed with anxiety. It took all your strength not to look at the message and silence your phone.

"Sorry for that. Well!" you began, stress mounting more that the text came from Dabi of all people.

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