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nohoney · 2 years ago

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been feeling dreamy over the song you that i want by divine lately…. anyway here’s us series smut. takes place between part 3 and part 4.

warnings: drugs (selling but no taking), brief mentions of past assault (not in explicit detail), voyeurism, just a teeny bit of humiliation

It takes a lot for Touya to decide that he won’t sell to someone anymore. He’s still sold to guys he hates and in turn hate him, but cordial enough to complete a transaction. There’s few that he’s willing to have a conversation with and others that he’d rather not stick around for. So Touya’s disgruntled to meet with a group that involve your ex-boyfriend with them. Motherfucking Jun, the one who put his hands on you and the one before he came along.

There’s an obvious tension when he pulls up but he keeps his composure even as Jun stares back at him.

Four adderall, a gram of ketamine, and fourteen grams of shrooms was the request and he’s just about to hand it off before he pulls back. He was already given cash and one venmo transaction with a fee tacked on so payment was made. He doesn’t care about anyone else from the group who are all waiting for their goods; he just fucking hates that Jun is apart of them.

“You, what the fuck do you plan on having?” Touya points his finger towards your ex-boyfriend. His mind flashes to the memory of when you had bruising on your neck, a frown set on his face that he swears is getting angrier the longer he looks at him.

Jun exhales through his nose, his nostrils flaring at first before he answers, “Shrooms.”

“I’m not selling to you if he’s going to take anything from me. He gets nothing.”

There’s a collective groan from the group, “C’mon Dabi, let’s not make it personal okay?”

But it is personal and Touya can’t forget the disrespectful and snide attitude from your ex from when they first met. He hates him, hates that Jun had ever fucked you first even if it was destiny that was supposed to pave the path for you and him to meet. The asshole mistreated you and didn’t give one shit about your feelings in the way he was supposed to. And the motherfucker who actually hurt you even if he ‘didn’t mean to’ as he claimed from that time just because he was drunk.

He wants to walk out but a better idea comes to mind. “You want all this shit for half off? I’ll cut you a real nice deal.” Touya offers, pulling the cash out from his pocket to count and returning half of the payment. “I’m just going to borrow you. You cooperate with me and you get to have fun at your little party.”

All eyes look to Jun and he himself is surprised along with everyone else. “We’re kinda looking to get fucked up now…” he says carefully, “What exactly do you want?”

Touya holds up one finger as a way to tell him to wait as he starts to fish out his phone, walking back towards the other room to get some distance and keeping his back turned away from the group. The phone rings a couple of times before it’s picked up, “Touya?”

He expected to hear Keigo’s voice but you picked up the phone instead, “Hey princess, give the phone to Keigo for me.”

“What, you can’t tell me?” You feign hurt before laughing and telling him to wait a second, “Kei, it’s Touya. He wants to have a secret, man-to-man conversation with you.”

Touya speaks a little lowly into the phone, his voice a little urgent but he knows that he’ll get the cooperation he’s seeking. As he glances back at the group, he can see everyone conversing with Jun as his eyes nervously look back to him. He’s getting the pressure from the group because no guy wants to be the asshole that made the plug mad and fucked up a sale. So he knows that it’s going to work exactly to his favor what he’s about to do. “Yeah, yeah you got it. How fast would you say that you’re going to be here?”

“Fifteen minutes.” Touya answers, “just make a show of it when I walk through the door but don’t drag it on either. No softy shit like I heard a few days ago. And keep the lighting good when I make the call.”

Keigo just agrees before hanging up the phone and Touya walks back to the group to stand in the spot he was in before. “Either half off or none at all, that’s the only choices you get. I’ll give it to you once I get what I want from you.” he poses it like a choice but everyone in the room knows that it’s not. Someone complains what they’re supposed to do in the mean time and they’re told to shut up. “Just get drunk, Jun here will pull through because he’s a good friend to all of you. Get in your car and follow behind me.”

Jun is apprehensive but he knows that he needs to cooperate.

Touya is polite enough to wait for Jun to find a parking spot near Keigo’s complex and leads him up the staircase after letting him in through the lobby. He’s pulling out his phone and making the video call but is sure to keep the speaker volume low so that the prick behind him isn’t privy to what he’s about to sit through. Keigo answers the video call and props his phone up quickly only to walk back in the view of the camera where you lay in the bed naked and with a hand waving the blond back over to you.

Good, just as Touya instructed him to.

Just right at the front door, he can hear your muffled moans from the inside and he doesn’t bother to look back to see Jun’s expression. He only wordlessly unlocks the door and allows your asshole ex-boyfriend in first before following in after and shutting the door. The symphony of your moans resounds through the apartment as both of them take their shoes off first. Touya directs to Jun to sit in the living room, passing by Keigo’s bedroom where you’re getting fucked by him roughly.

“You fucking sick or something? You want me to listen to your girlfriend getting fucked by your friend?” Jun is completely disgusted as he sits in the armchair but there’s no mistaking the flush in his face as he listens to your cute, choked up voice.

“Feeling good songbird? Yeah? You love this, right?” Keigo is heard grunting along with the creak of the bed frame.

God you’re as pretty as you sound. “Nngh! S’amazing… Kei’s cock s’good!”

Touya loves to hear this, whether he’s just listening or he’s joining in.

“You can watch too. Here, set up just for you.” Touya props his phone up against a decorative vase you purchased for Keigo’s apartment, “Since you were such a pervert listening to us fuck that one time. She told me that you were into listening and watching other people so thank me for being so kind. Thank me for letting you get another look at your ex-girlfriend get fucked pretty.”

Jun frowns at the distaste of the situation, his hand clenching into a fist as he hears you just in the other room and his eyes watch through the video call on Touya’s phone. “You’re a sick asshole, you know that?

Touya gestures to the phone and puts on an insincere smile, “I’ll have you know that I’m rather kind and generous.” Your voice parallels everything happening in the video call. Jun is forced to watch you on screen just in the room over, Keigo making himself comfortable on the bed as you’re set on his lap and move your hips to ride him. Touya watches rather fondly as he sees Keigo’s hands smooth to your cute ass, spanking you hard first that elicits a yelp from you before he spreads your cheeks. “Fucking look, you miss that right?”

“Dabi, this is some petty shit from you.”

He doesn’t fucking care; he just wants to humiliate Jun. if Jun walks away then that means he and his friends don’t get the shit they wanted.

“Fuuuck, Kei! I’m cumming—fucking cumming!” you’re heard from the bedroom and you’re seen through the phone getting on the flats of your feet onto the bed to bounce up and down on Keigo’s dick. The smacking of skin can be heard clearly and Touya just looks so giddy as he watches his two favorite people get lost in one another. He knows that Keigo is making a show of it like he told him to, he knows it in the way you’re getting choked and how harsh you’re getting spanked with a loud smack. “Keigo!”

It’d be nice to join but Touya places a priority of humiliating Jun first.

“I can sweeten the pot. You stay until he cums in her, I’ll throw in a gram of snow.” Touya offers as he pulls a measured baggy from his wallet. Truthfully it’s the gram he’s supposed to give to you later on but he’s just having too much fun with this. “Don’t let your friends down now, right? I saw the way they were all bugging down on you. Sucks to be friends with people who choose drugs over your well-being, huh? S’okay, you can admit if this isn’t worth it. You can keep your dignity and walk away. I’ve done worse to you.”

But he knows that Jun won’t walk away because that fucker wants his shit and he can’t be the reason why his friends lost out on a good plug. And even if he went around looking for another, he could just tell Shigaraki to be on the lookout and inform anyone else that deals within this area and nearby. He could spin a story and get him killed by his own young boss if he wanted.

Touya won’t go that far though.

It pisses him off but you’d probably be sad if Jun were to die; you were still soft like that even though you should hate your ex-boyfriend for hurting you.

“… How much longer would that be?” Jun asks quietly, his foot tapping impatiently and a shameful erection being hidden beneath his folded hands in his lap.

Glancing down to his phone, Keigo has put you on all fours and presses your head to the mattress. He recognizes the excited laugh you let out but it’s cut short when Keigo fucks hard and fast behind you. Touya just knows you’re creaming on his dick and he can’t wait to get in afterwards. There’s just something about sliding into you and have you still dripping wet with Keigo’s cum in you that turns him on so damn much. The first time it ever happened, he had almost cum embarrassingly fast when he discovered how much he liked it.

He watches Keigo put in the work, shaking his bangs out of his face as the hairs stick to his forehead from sweat before throwing his head back. Touya hears how desperate you and Keigo are becoming. Your sweet pleas and the nasty curses of fucking slut and stupid bitch coming from Keigo gets him just a little too excited.

Touya just wants to go in there and help press your head deeper into the mattress to hear you whine more and make Keigo loll his tongue out so that he can spit in his mouth.

He wants a nasty fuck now.

Keigo’s vocal as he snaps his hips hard into you, almost whining alongside you too as he shoots his load into your cunt and oh—Touya is for sure going to get filthy in there. Just right after he sends Jun out. He ends the video call on his phone before Jun sees anything too intimate and vulnerable. But just as promised he tosses the all the party favors into his lap and tells him to get the fuck out, “Take your shoes and put them on outside. And remember how kind I was to you after everything that’s gone down between us.”

Jun leaves quietly and with his tail tucked between his legs and Touya’s sure to audibly close the front door that’s heard by you. “Touya? Are you back?” you call out, slightly breathless and whining as Keigo shallowly thrusts into your pussy before pulling out completely. You roll to your back and crook a finger to Touya when opens the bedroom door to make his appearance. “C’mere…”

“I’m here doll, I’m here.” he croons as he starts to undress. Everything drops to the floor with an audible thump and he hears your happy little sigh as he approaches. He caresses his hand against your cheek but leans in to kiss Keigo hard on the mouth, groaning lowly before pulling back and hissing out a satisfied cursed. “Did Kei treat you good?” he asks he starts to get in position between your legs.

“Always.” you answer with a happy smile before letting out a small gasp when the back of Touya’s hands roughly grasp the back of your knees and push them towards you.

Keigo leans back against his pillow to catch his breath. He flashes a little smile and sends him a wink, keeping another secret between the two of them and your pretty little self is blissed out of your mind and unknowing of the presence of your ex-boyfriend in a personal space not too long ago.

#they’re such scumbags and i love them #dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #us series #tw drugs #tw assualt #tw voyeurism

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irishmammonagenda · 4 months ago

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hii , do you mind doing diavolo x m!court jester reader?

i saw a post with a king x jester trope and i could not get it out of my head 😭 it can be headcanons or a short drabble, wtv you want!!

hihi! this is such an interesting thingy to write and i apologise for taking a while to write it, writing male characters is fun but lowkey kind of hard for me😔✊

i also dont know what jesters do and my knowledge is watching horrible histories when i was younger so this is widely inaccurate heehee

no but fr i think in another universe diavolo would be a jester tbh

dividers by @/ioveartfilm

grma for requesting <3!!!!

Funny Funny (I'm in love with you.) Diavolo X M!Court Jester Reader

He laughs at your jokes like a man on crack

You're his favourite employee in the castle and your room is right beside his chambers (he made sure of it)

You sneak into his room for sleepovers sometimes. Barbatos has given up on propriety.

The Little Ds help you with your super cool jester preformances. They're surprisingly good at dancing and balancing plates.

You use the Little Ds as juggling balls sometimes.

Diavolo has promoted you as much as possible, bro atp people think you're a consort instead of court jester.

like they will full on go up to you to pitch ideas or put in a good word for Diavolo since he'll listen to you.

Barbatos also forces you to tell Diavolo news that'll make him angry or upset since he takes it a lot better coming from you.

Unrelated but you'd 100% be friends with Solomon and Thirteen. Which is awkward when theyre in the same room together.

Apart from Barbatos and Lucifer occassionally disciplining you, you are untouchable.

"Your Heighness...." A noble bows in front of Diavolo's throne. Why that scumbag had requested an audience with the Demon Prince, you had no idea. Technically you weren't even supposed to be listening in, but no one had noticed you on the chandelier yet so that was their problem.

And your problem when Barbatos eventually found out. Said Demon standing beside Diavolo's throne.

You watch as Diavolo nods along, uncharacteristically serious. "What do you need?"

"Well...I believe if we stopped trading pickles to the humans it would be a lot less daunting to create them-"

You blink. What the fuck. Bro requested an audience for this? Damn, this was so unserious it was good material for your next stand up routine.

You watch from overhead as Diavolo blinks, his wings stiffening ever so slightly, the crimson-haired prince raises an eyebrow. "You want to stop trading pickles to the Human Realm?"

"Yes, My Lord." The noble responds earnestly.

"No."

The demon blinks, astounded.

"Excuse me, may I ask you repeat that, my Lord?"

"No. Human's love pickles. They're our main traders. It'd sour relations even more." Diavolo says, you watch as Barbatos takes a deep breath, and as the Demon Prince begins to get annoyed.

You stiffle a laugh at the noble squandering, which leads to your downfall as you move your hands over your mouth, taking them off of your jester hat.

Which falls.

All the way down to the ground.

The bells on the hat jingle.

Barbatos' eyes are trained on you like a hawk. So are Diavolo's, but his eyes are more of an excited child on christmas than anything else.

The noble's eyes widen.

"Sup?" You grin awkwardly. The noble, sensing a way out of this pickle debate uses this as an excuse to say his goodbyes and leave.

Diavolo doesn't even notice. Barbatos just shakes his head ever so slightly.

"That guy was in a real pickle...!...Haha...right guys?" You laugh awkwardly, and despite the fact you're not funny at all, the Prince cackles like it was the best stand up routine he'd ever heard in his life.

You were currently at a banquet talking to the Little D's about your next juggling stunt when a demon approached you.

"Hello." She smiles, her red lips glossy.

"Sup."

"Well, I was wondering if I could ask a favour or two....." She looks hesitant but composed.

You nods your head, the bells on your hat jingling. You're convinced Diavolo put them on there to serve as some sort of cat bell.

"Well....I had an idea for expanding our trades of magical herbs to human world Alaska...since a few witches have been living on quote on quote 'lesbian cottages' there."

You whistle. "Damn. Do they have huskies?"

"A lot of them, from what I hear." She nods, her tail wrapping around her leg absentmindedly. "Could you put in good word for Lord Diavolo for me?"

"Sure?" You tilt your head, the bells jingle slightly.

The demon grins, "Thanks he'll listen to you more thoroughly!"

Little D No.2 pops out from your breast pocket. "That's because everyone thinks you two are gay for eachother."

You yank him out of there. "Go annoy Mammon."

"Sir yes sir!"

At this point you should be the Avatar of Pride.

"Sire. I'm telling you. He just stabbed several upper class demons with a rusty spoon!" The demon knight urges Diavolo, who isn't even looking at him.

"You expect me to believe that?" Diavolo tilts his head. You nod vigorously from where you're covered in entrails and holding a rusty spoon in your hands. "MC wouldn't hurt a fly."

The knight looks from you to him with a lax jaw.

What.

The.

Fuck.

That knight's putting his two weeks in now icl.

^^ idea from that one person on tiktok (sirleoninsunglasses) i cant get it out of my head.

can you tell im a merlin fan.

gang idk what noble people talk about i made these discussions up as i went along but i can assure you that pickle trading and lesbian witches in alaska are actually the only thing nobles talked about in history i pinky promise

#gang i cant write men in second person is that misandry #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me x male reader

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ilsanslut · 5 months ago

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QUESTION FOR YOU LOVELIES!

in the future, would you guys like to see more dark content oriented bots/fics?

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plots that are not made into bots will most likely be turned into fics/drabbles in the future.

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jaegerbby · 1 year ago

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➳ crude intentions

--͙[keigo takami x female! reader]-͙-

╰┈➤ word count; 2280

╰┈➤ rundown; just about everyone loves hawks, except you.

╰┈➤ caution; scumbag! fratboy! hawks, noncon undertones, boob job (they are described as small), size kink, use of bitch, hair pulling, facial, toxic dynamic, mentions of sex with other girls.

hawks- keigo!

it is keigo to you.

who wants to fuck your titties but they are so little.

somehow, he has you stripped bare on his sheets despite not knowing if his door is locked.

it is nothing new to a group of frat boys!

they fuck on a daily, you heard about the countless girls that come to this house in particular. how did you let yourself become one of them?

truthfully, you never had a choice to begin with.

keigo is too big, he is a lot bigger than you and right now you can see it more than ever. he has to hold his weight off your abdomen to avoid crushing you. not that it is difficult when he is so strong.

you already had his mouth all over the flesh of your tits. he has sucked and licked and left the darkest marks. now his cock lays thick and heavy on your sternum.

at one point, you cried and cried but you learnt that crying does not fix anything. it does not stop anything. your head is tilted away, his cock is so long it brushes against your throat.

"you don't have much to work with." he laughs like it is some funny joke. he says it so casually as if he is not violating you for the nth time.

"some of the chicks i fucked." he whistles "their tits were huge, were practically swallowing my dick." you want to vomit.

you want to throw up all over him. you absolutely hate him, you despise him. while other girls thought about getting fucked in 107 positions by hawks, you thought of 107 ways to murder keigo.

the way you glare up at him does nothing to help your case. all he does is grin because it makes him harder. his eyes grow hooded, rough fingers tangling at the roots of your hair. his grip grows tighter and tighter.

you did not want to give him the satisfaction of a reaction but he binds the strands so tight you swear he would rip them out. you shriek, just what he was waiting for. his expression is all too pleased.

"don't get jealous, baby. no one could compare to you. you're my favourite." that means nothing. you do not want that, you do not want to be anything to him.

he gives your hair one firm tug before releasing it. the throbbing in your head has your face contorting in pain. his callous thumb swipes over your lips, applying pressure until you let him in. he does not stop there, no, he never does.

instead he is shoving the digit so deep in your mouth that you gag. it hits the back of your throat so aggressively tears prick your eyes. his eyes widen in a crazed way, taking your jaw into his hold.

"listen to me, stick your tongue out and push your tits together." his thighs strain on either side of you. his cock is red and aching where it bobs on your chest. it begs for attention. from the swollen mushroom tip to the vein throbbing along the underside.

you swallow hard, your arms coming up to push together the mounds on your chest but they are so little they only form a small valley for him. keigo breathes shakily, a curse leaving his mouth.

you expect some smart comment but he surprisingly says nothing. his free hand holds the thick base of his hefty erection and he squeezes hard, teeth gritting. pre cum drips from his slit onto your chest and it is hot compared to your skin.

"stick your fucking tongue out." his hand fists the pillow beside your head as he slightly hunches over you. you do not want to stick your tongue out, you do not want to taste him. he always wants with you, he does not know when to stop. he is already desecrating your body so why does he want more than that?

you hesitate, a sharp breath leaving you before your tongue slips out and your mouth is slightly open. you are terrified. your breasts do not offer much. you would not be surprised if he decides to shove his cock down your throat instead. you desperately hope he does not.

"good." he chokes on the sticky saliva pooling in his mouth "good bitch." good girl, he wanted to say good girl. you deserve better. someone a million times better than him but he will not let anyone else have you.

he presses his tip to your wet muscle, the salty tastes filling your mouth. you lay there, a million things on your mind as he shifts his hips to drag his cock between your barely there chest.

his bulky thighs flex and he borderline whimpers while humping his hips and dragging his cock along your sternum. he relishes in the softness of the flesh that is brushing the sides of his length.

you can only look up at him, with something close to disdain. there are a lot of willing girls with so much more to offer, why does keigo do this to you? his hand roughly caresses your cheek before resting beside your head.

he anchors himself and his thrusts pick up. he humps his aching erection, his leaky cock pulsing along you. he groans endlessly, his lips reddened from all the biting. "feel so fuckin good."

his head presses into your twitching tongue with every fuck of his hips and saliva leaks from your mouth because you do not dare to close it. the web of liquid only growing messier.

above you, keigo is gorgeous. that is incontestable. everyone knows it. his abs flex, relaxing and contracting as he has his way with you. pecs tight and full, his biceps are bulging.

and his face, he looks like an angel.

he looks like he is sculpted from marble and his mere existence is a blessing. too bad he knows it all too well.

in a different world, at a different time when keigo did not act or do the things he did, you would have been in love with him. it is too late for that in this life though.

"you're so fucking annoying." his voice breaks, movements growing more flurried and desperate until your body moves under the weight of his thrusts.

keigo finds you unbearable. unbearably kind, unbearably sweet, unbearably pretty.

you are unbearable because keigo wants you the most in the world and he cannot have you. it is his fault at the end of it.

"why does it have to be you?" he whines. why are you the only one who renders him into a love sick fool? why are you the only one he wants?

more cum leaks onto your tongue, leaving slick strands every time he pulls back. you wonder the same thing every single waking moment. why you? you wonder what awful thing you did in a past life to be here now.

keigo is breathless. you look good like this, you look stunning with syrupy liquid on your tongue as long as it is his.

your hair is all messy and you are glassy eyed but you do not cry. in fact, you have not cried in a while. keigo wants so badly to see it again.

you are so pretty. too pretty and too good and you're letting him fuck your little tits and he thinks every time he sees you, you are more gorgeous than the last. every position he has you in, makes him want you more.

you are like a drug. you are needed in his system permanently, he craves that euphoric feeling only you can provide. he needs you or he will withdraw and when he withdraws he feels like he will die.

he needs you in larger doses, he needs more and more from you.

and you, well you think of him as a parasite. one that has buried himself under your skin and drains every ounce of life from you.

keigo brushes your hair from your face, his head dragging along your tongue that is so warm and wet and feels so perfect. strands of his cum cover it, some leaking onto your chest as he shoves his cock along your tits.

he does not want anyone else the way he wants you. his balls mush against your abdomen, full and heavy and keigo cannot stop the way his moans are coated in desperation.

you are so little under him, his cock looks too big for you. it is too much for you but you always take him so well.

"you mess with my head. you're too fucking pretty. why do i only want to fuck you?" he rambles but it is not what he wants to say. it is insanely difficult to put together his words when he is around you. maybe that is why he fucked up this badly.

his large palm spans across your chest, over his cock that is incessantly throbbing. the veins along it pulse and the purplish head aches.

"i only want to be around you." his face contorts in pain at his own admission. he fucks his hips faster almost to distract him from what he finally managed to say. his heated cock strokes your skin.

the soft flesh of your chest and having you under him like this has his hips stuttering. his muscles tense, every single one defined as his entire body trembles and he grips the base of his cock.

he jerks himself quickly and roughly, thick strands of cum shoot onto your tongue before he aims his tip to spew it all over your face. he continues to stroke his cock while runny cum streams down your features.

you squeeze your eyes shut. you absolutely hate him. you release your breasts, breathing heavily as you try to gain some composure.

his body is still overtaken by the sensation of cumming. keigo pants above you, his pink lips parting. he will never get sick of seeing you with his cum all over your face. although he knows you do not like it.

he shakes his cock before shifting off of you. with his back facing you, you see bright red wings tattooed on his skin that definitely do not belong to an angel.

he reaches for his phone while you shakily breathe. he looks at it for a moment then drops it to the sheets. you have the urge to shove him away when he turns to you, his hand trailing between your legs.

"i got training soon but i have time to get you off." you meet his eyes, there is not an ounce of remorse in them. you push his hand away but the only reason it moves is because he did not expect it.

"don't touch me." you sit up, wiping cum from your face and disgusts coats your expression. you feel repulsive. you desperately need to be anywhere but near him.

keigo grips your arm before you can think of leaving. he leans in with furrowed brows and a clenched jaw. "what the fuck? i can touch you, i can touch you whenever i want to." his gaze is accusatory as if you were the wrong one.

"that's why my cum is all over your face. that's why i fuck you almost every day because i can touch you. don't fucking tell me not to." his hands cup your cheeks to pull your mouth to his. he wastes no time in shoving his tongue in and roughly moving his lips along yours.

almost like a reminder, almost like he needed to lay claim for his sake more than yours. he relents despite your lack of reciprocation and the tenseness in your body.

he pulls back with spit coating his lips. keigo gazes over your face, he gently brings your figure closer to him. "you know how i get when you talk like that so stop saying those things" he softly says although his words are covered in severity.

you feel encompassed by him. he is all you can smell and see. he leans in again to brush his lips over yours, fingers teasing your inner thigh. "come watch me train." his voice is deep.

"let me fuck you now and then you can show those girls who has me." he muses like having him was a blessing. like having him meant something.

you did not want him. you never wanted him. he has not seen you cry in so long but right now you think you just might break. he guides you right back into his sheets, pressing your legs to your chest as his stiffened cock prods your sodden cunt.

keigo gets to take and take from you without consequence. he gets to act like this is all okay. you have to let him fuck and cum and do what he wants with you.

then, he takes you to training with him, dressed in his clothes and smelling like him. he parades you around like a trophy to all the girls he already fucked.

you can still feel him on your skin and it makes you sick.

they keep talking and looking at you with so much anger, like you took something from them but you are the only one who is being taken apart.

they will not stop talking about hawks, hawks who is constantly flashing you smiles when he makes a goal. who comes over every time to kiss you and hold you like he means it.

like he has not done all the things that haunt you.

keigo makes you sick.

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idontplaytrack · 6 months ago

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Omg can I request super possessive/jealous Capri? Where someone hits on reader and maybe tries to get reader to exchange numbers and Capri sees this and gets jealous

Baby, I’m Jealous

Capri Donahue x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, a bit of angst? coarse language, mentions of sex and hickeys

In which, Capri thinks reader is flirting with a guy, but she soon finds out that was far from the truth.

The first bell thrills, signalling home room period was up soon. Capri stared daggers into his soul— Lucas Cobb, senior. Lacrosse player. 6 foot, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, player. That asshole has a reputation of fucking a new girl every weekend.

Slamming her locker shut, the sharp noise startled a couple of students near her. Shrugging, a sheepish smile on her face while she walks up to Lucas who was at your locker. Looking at you, talking to you, flirting with you. What were you doing? Giving him what he wanted and giving Capri insane jealousy.

“I was wondering…what’re you doing Friday night?” He asks right as Capri showed up next to you and him.

“Uh, nothing, but—”

“Nothing? Awesome, you wanna go out? Just the two of us?”

You froze, bewildered look on your face as he proceeded to ask for your number so he could text you.

You chuckled awkwardly, eyes flicking over to Capri, hoping she would get the hint and step in. “She’s with me.” Capri wraps an arm around your waist tightly. You completely indulged in that moment, snuggling closer and putting your arm around her torso. “Don’t look so shocked, she may be quiet. But she’s gorgeous. And also my girl, so your loss. Deal with it before I deal with you.”

“She’s gay?”

“Yes, I am.” You answered firmly.

“You too?” He looks at Capri next.

“What, does gay have a certain look?” Capri scoffs, “The whole school knows what a scumbag you are— sleeping with a new girl every week, so you have no excuses hitting on someone who you know is obviously taken. Those that sleep with you are just as dumb as you are because they know you and are just looking for a fuck-buddy.”

“The girls love me.”

“Sure.” Capri rolled her eyes, smirking, “Definitely not these two, though. Piss off!”

Capri leads you away, arm still around your waist protectively. You leaned onto her briefly before you two walked off. Capri walks you to your class on her way to hers.

“I’ll see you in bio, okay?” She presses a quick kiss to your lips, “You’re alright?”

“I’m okay.” You nodded in confirmation, “See you in bio.”

Capri flashes you a smile, looking over her shoulder as she leaves. You found your usual desk and sat down. “Hey.” Darby taps on your shoulder and waves. “Hi, Darby.” You beamed.

“Are you okay? I saw what happened in the hall with the guy. I mean, Capri was with you, but still.”

“I’m fine, he just flirted and tried to ask me out. I mean, we all know how he is—”

“Yeah, you don’t have to say it.”

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Your day went by okay, though Lucas still kept looking at you— disgustingly, whenever you passed by him in the halls or a classroom he was in. You didn’t look at him at all but yet, you could still feel his eyes on you like a hawk. You fought the urge to outwardly cringe— every single time. It was sickening. The way he was watching you like you were an object, and though he never did come up to you again after Capri’s warning, you weren’t feeling that much better about this behaviour of his.

But hey, you actually thought wrong. Right as the lunch bell rang, students all hurried to the cafeteria, leaving the hallways empty. Your teacher wanted to talk to you about tutoring a student in your class— it was James. Capri’s ex. But he was fine, he was a good guy. So anyway, once your teacher let you go, James walked with you and just chatted. And if it weren’t for him being there, whatever came for you next would’ve left you traumatised for life. Lucas came up to you out of nowhere and tried to pull you away into the janitor’s closet and judging by the shit he was muttering over and over, he wanted to have his way with you. He managed to grab your wrist so hard and choked you that you got bruised.

James easily fought him off, and you ran as fast as your jelly legs could take you. “Hey, fuck off dude. I’m very sure she’s told you she wasn’t interested.”

“All she confirmed was that she was gay.” Lucas scoffed.

“Yeah, with her girlfriend standing right next to her and telling you to piss off. The whole school saw it, you’re messing with the wrong person, Lucas. Back off and let them be, screw yourself instead. Capri will destroy you completely of you keep this up. I won’t hesitate to hit you if you ever lay your hands on either of them again.”

James caught up with you quickly. You didn’t run too far with your legs feeling like they could give away at any moment. “Do you need to see the nurse?” He asks.

“No, I just- want to have my lunch and maybe ditch.” You told him flatly.

“Alright.” He shrugs.

“You can join us, you know?”

After his breakup with Capri last year, he’s been a lone wolf. He had a couple close friends but said he always felt left out with them. But your invite wasn’t one out of pity. You knew that he and Capri ended things on good terms and he’s been a good acquaintance, now maybe you wanted to get to know him as a friend.

“If you guys are all okay with it, sure then.”

You spotted Capri at a round table with Darby and Alex, chatting away. “Hey, guys.” You greeted, “Can he join us?”

“James!” Darby waved at him, “Hi.”

“Hi, man.” Alex chimed in.

“Not a problem.” Capri smiled, “Hey. Oh, my God— did he—”

“Yes, but James was there— he fought Lucas off. If Ms. Tanner didn’t want to talk to me about tutoring James, and I’d left the class on time, he would have absolutely ruined my life.”

“What—”

“Just think about the worst thing that could happen while a girl’s with a guy like Lucas, alone.” You cut Darby off.

“Oh, shit.”

“I got off easy.” You scoffed, putting down your bag, you headed for the lunch line to get your food.

Once you got your food, you started to eat while quietly telling Capri you wanted the ditch school for the rest of the day. “It’s just too much, y’know with Lucas’ ‘attention’. I’m seeing him again in gym right after lunch and that is the last thing I want.”

“I think you should go home.” Darby and Alex agree.

“Yeah, I was gonna do just that even if you said no.” You laughed lightly.

“I’ll take you home.” Capri says. You declined. “It’s not an offer.” Capri continues, her brows raised, “I’m saying I’ll take you.”

You gulped. “Okay. You’ll take me.”

She smirks, then returned to eating her lunch. Darby snorted, laughing her ass off. “Good luck when you get home, hun.”

Though the guys got what she meant, they didn’t say anything, as if it was the most normal thing ever. Well, after knowing Capri awhile, it started to become the norm— her very non-subtle way of letting you know what she wanted. Part of it was because of her jealousy. She gets jealous very easy, sometimes when there was not exactly a reason to— and how does that usually work out for you? The girl would mark the fuck outta you and you’d just show up at school the next day with the hickeys you’ve tried so hard to cover up. One or two still vaguely visible no matter what.

Today was no exception. Capri didn’t go easy on you that afternoon, she never did. She’d always fuck you senseless then baby you afterwards. Did you like that? Absolutely. Would you ever outwardly tell her you did? Hell no, you weren’t gonna give her that satisfaction.

Falling flat onto her and breathless, you feel Capri reach downwards to pull the strap out of you while telling you to lift your hips. You could barely do it, but damn did it feel absolutely heavenly. She rolls you onto your back so that she could remove the harness. You whined, wanting her to hold you. Capri only smirks while taking her sweet time removing the harness from herself. You hear it fall to the ground with a thud before feeling a dip in the mattress. She puts her arm under your back and just pulls you in so you were facing her. Brushing the hair out of your face, she asks, “That’ll teach you not to talk to anyone else who tries to flirt with you, hm?” With your eyes partially closed, you nodded, snuggling against her chest tiredly. “Good.” She smiled proudly, wrapping her arms around you tighter. “I’m still not done with you, actually, pretty girl.”

“What?” You slurred.

“We’re going for a round two tonight. I wanna see just how much you can take.” Capri told you eagerly. You scoff, but you already feel that ache in between your thighs, cursing in your head, you closed your eyes and just got some rest now since she was letting you.

“M’kay.” You answered, voiced muffled since your face was practically buried in her breasts.

She laughs huskily, sending a chill down your spine, “I get it, baby. You love my tits. Always getting close to them whenever you get the chance, hm? Maybe I should finally let you touch them when I fuck you later. You want that?”

You mumbled incoherently, sleepiness completely taking over your body.

“Well, do you?” She asks, not letting you drift off to sleep until you gave her a clear answer.

“Yeah.” You managed, then yawned.

“Okay, get some rest, sleepyhead.” She teased, planting a kiss to the crown of your head.

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hotwings0203 · 3 years ago

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Educated

HELLO EVERYONE I AM STILL VERY MUCH ON A HIATUS!! butttt I’ll very hesitantly be here trying to answer inboxes, do some drabbles, etc. Please take this very crappy and sloppy fic as an apology for being gone hehe rip

TW: noncon, bullying, abuse of power, language, manipulating, groping

Pairing: Yandere hawks x f reader

Thunk

“Hey, kid. Can you pick up my eraser? Your bigass noggin made it bounce too far off.”

Kid. As if they were your elders.

You exhale through your nostrils and ignore them, opting to focus on your professor’s lesson rather than the two neanderthals who have taken a liking to tormenting you during class.

Actually...maybe torment is too harsh of a word, teasing is more like it.

At least, that’s what Professor Takami said when you had begged him to move your seat after you endured almost a week of their torment teasing.

What’s the harm in some guys having a little school crush? He had said chuckling while wiping the board from his lesson’s notes.

You were forced to bite your tongue from another impending plea for mercy when you heard a cough, and turning to face the door, you saw them both leering at you.

An inky head of spikes that reminded you of every stereotypical campus bad-boy, and an equally lanky yet more brittle build next to Dabi, blueish grey hair that hung around his eyes so you could never actually see the emotions crossing his face.

One might think that Dabi was the mastermind behind all the pencil snaps and eraser missiles from his blatant disregard of the school harassment policy, but the way he always leaned forward to hear the words murmuring out of Tomura’s mouth told you he wasn’t nearly as cunning by himself.

Even if he was a sheep, he was a pretty fucking adamant sheep.

“Cut it out,” you finally snap and turn to whisper-shout at the two numbskulls, throwing them your fiercest glare as a spit-ball clings to your hair.

But for all your bark, they know that there’s no bite as they whoop and coo at your bravado.

“Damn, kitty’s got claws, huh? S’alright sweetheart, you’re lucky I know how to tame a pussy,” Dabi leans his head against his tattooed arm, licking his lips while you grimace in disgust.

Tomura says nothing, but the drool wetting the side of his lips tells you all you need to know.

Your classmates are enamoured, of course, by the two. They constantly turn a blind eye to your bothered state and choose to instead flutter their lashes at Dabi while the others hesitantly give Tomura a weak smile.

It doesn’t stop you from shooting a hand up after the tattooed bastard unsubtly palms himself while making direct eye contact with you.

“Professor Takami!”

The classroom goes quiet.

“Yes, L/N?” He blinks his honey-colored eyes at you in mild surprise. He didn’t think the mechanical makings of the Trojan horse was a lively enough topic to gain attention from his students.

“Dabi and Tomura-”

“That’s Mr. Todoroki and Mr. Shigaraki to you-”

“-distracting me from my work, sir. I can’t even hear you from back here, they keep throwing spitballs and erasers at me.”

He turns to the two at the back. “Is that true, Mr. Todoroki? Are you distracting my students from their education?”

Mr. Todoroki kicks his legs up on the desk in front of him and crosses his arms behind his head leisurely. “Well sir, in my defense your oh-so-studious student here wouldn’t be so distracted if their phone wasn’t out for the entirety of the period. She could also start with taking more notes instead of zoning out and staring at the window for 30 minutes.”

Your face flushes as the whole class snickers. Leave it up to the scarred prick to turn it on you. You were almost impressed that he had even noticed the glowing screen peeking out from under the fortress of books you made on your table, a seemingly believable guise to your texting.

Guess you can’t cheat a born cheater.

“Miss L/N, if you’re having trouble concentrating in my class then I’d advise you to take less time in being a social butterfly and invest your hours in signing up for more after-school tutoring. I’m always happy to lend a hand to a failing student, as I’m sure you already know.”

You scowl and lean further down in your seat, shame coloring your face as your peers titter around you.

You don’t need to turn around to see the shit-eating grins on both of their faces as Professor Takami continues the lesson

*******************

“I don’t even know why you chose them, they’re hardly qualified as teacher’s assistants if they’re only a year or two older than I am. Are they even a year older than me?” You exit out of the laptop’s presentation and frown at your professor, who merely laughs and flips through his next class’s textbook.

“Well, if that’s the rabbithole we’re going down, then if they’re not old enough then I definitely deserve to be under fire as well, right?” He slyly grins at you and you can’t stop from biting your lip and giggling lightly.

It’s true he was young, the youngest professor there was on campus, actually, but it didn’t matter because he wasn’t one of them. He didn’t slide you notes describing how well your jeans fit the shape of your ass, or trip you over your binders when you would sit down. Even though they were hand-picked by Takami himself, they acted like they were high-schoolers instead of at least attempting to be as mature as his own college students.

“Maybe if they got their PHD like you did then I’d put it into consideration that they’ve got enough prerequisites for babysitting a class that they can’t even follow.”

He stands up and stretches with a soft grunt, and you catch yourself staring at the clear expanse of his chiseled stomach as his shirt rides up.

“Look, let’s just say I’ve known them for a long time so I know how they work. They might be rowdy, sure, but all in all they help me out when I need ‘em.” He scrunches his eyebrows at you and you roll your eyes in retaliation, still not convinced of their innocence.

“How did you even meet them? You don’t strike me as the type of guy to hang out with degenerates like them.” He starts walking around his desk and leans down behind you, one arm next to yours on the table and the other on your chair. You start feeling a little hot under the collar as he peers over your shoulder to see your homework on the screen.

“Watch it, they’re still your TA’s. I knew them in high school, we messed around here and there, got into some trouble, picked up some chicks, y’know the usual adolescent dude stuff. You’re missing the dates...and what’s with this cursive girly font? I thought you were trying to prove how much more mature you were than my assistants?” He teases, and you pout before quickly typing in the information in your tab.

“Hey, I thought it was cute, okay. And if you’re trying to prove how young you and them are then I’d suggest letting your students use some more lively features in their homework,” you snap back coyly.

Takami laughs behind you, the sound gliding through the air and embedding itself in your spine, sending a shiver up your vertebrae. His lighthearted voice never failed to draw you in and leave you wanting more.

“Man, you’re in a feisty mood today, huh? Maybe Mr. Todoroki actually did a number on you.”

“Yeah, exactly! Which is why I want to be moved up to the front, closer to you-”

“-Let's check your grades first, shall we?”

He smells of Old Spice and cinnamon as his head hovers next to you, locks of silky blond hair brushing against yours as your slightly shaking fingers type away on the keyboard.

You both wince when a big fat C pops up on the screen.

“I guess Mr. Todoroki was right about a number of things after all. Maybe you should also stop going on your phone and pay more attention in class. Oh, and come more frequently after school as well, I can give you more in-depth lessons like today’s.”

****************

“Move,” Dabi’s wide shoulder slams into you as you reach for the sign-in clipboard, the impact sending you backwards into other grumbling students.

Who, as usual, glower at your clumsiness and giddily wave at their favorite TA.

You hiss and rub your arm. “Asshole.”

Tomura steps in from the shadow of the dark hallway, his vermillion gaze already trained on you as he enters the classroom. You shift uncomfortably as you scribble your name on the sheet and make haste towards your seat...where they already are like always, sitting next to and behind you.

You feign a groan and shoot your professor a helpless look, but he merely puts his palms up and shrugs.

Looks like you’re left for the dogs, again.

Takami claps his hands, gathering the attention of all his students as he starts the lesson.

“Alright guys, as you all know we have finals coming up for the end of the semester. So to prepare you all, I’ve set up different stations around the room, kinda like a puzzle you have to solve for each answer. You have the entirety of the period to work on this review, and if you need any help don’t hesitate to ask Mr. Todoroki or Mr. Shigaraki.

Mr. Todoroki and Mr. Shigaraki are currently swapping pornos of ‘schoolgirl gets railed by principle’ and ‘helpless intern works for her raise’ with each other, so no thank you very much, you think you will actually hesitate to ask for help.

But the big flashing C from yesterday comes into mind, and you cringe at the memory of Takami’s disappointed tone.

Nevertheless, you decide to at least try to attempt one station by yourself, so like the rest of your peers, you drag yourself out of your seat and go to the closest empty corner by your desk.

You look up at the laminated paper on the wall, breaking down the contents of the question.

Rome...Pantheon...or was it Parthenon? Fuck.

You turn your head to your teacher’s desk, but at that same moment he stands up and brushes his jacket off. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom for a minute, I’ll be back in a few. Mr. Todoroki and Shigaraki are in charge while I’m gone, so no funny business.”

You don’t even get a chance to open your mouth when the door slams shut behind him.

Fuck. Double fuck.

Finally, after a minute of chewing the tension from your lips off, you decide to swallow your pride and just ask.

You take a deep breath and pivot on your heel back towards your desk. It’s fairly quiet as you make the treacherous walk back to your seat of doom, but the general buzz of students talking doesn’t drown out the high pitched moaning coming from their phones. It's almost disgusting how no one else hears it, or they just don’t care.

You cautiously raise the clipboard with your work in it to your eyes, just to confirm your question, when an obnoxiously loud whimper comes from Tomura’s phone. You raise your head and your stomach lurches.

He’s rubbing a hand over the bulge protruding from his wrinkled khakis, his mouth is agape and his lids are lowered as he looks at whatever monstrosity is happening on his screen.

Nope. Grades be damned, you’re not going to them for help. Not when he’s fucking rubbing himself off in front of everyone to see.

But before you can spin back around and scurry off into your corner, you see Dabi’s head turn towards you.

The second you turn your back the sound of two chairs scraping across the linoleum floor cuts through the murmuring of student’s chatter, and a heavy hand claps itself on your shoulder.

“No-”

“-You needed help. Didn’t she look like she needed help, Tomura?”

“-Yeah, the little brown-noser needed us-”

“-I said no, I was just coming back for a pencil-”

“-Oh trust me, I know an empty head when I see one. Besides, you already have a pen in your hand sweetheart, why don’t you show us how we can help you? I’ve got a couple of ways in mind-”

They propel you towards the corner you were previously in, and you can’t help but wonder if they were watching you struggle earlier as if they knew where you came from. They stand a little behind and at the sides of you, effectively cornering you completely against the white brick wall.

“God-get off of me-!” You try to raise your voice but Shigaraki kicks the back of your knees and sends you face first against the laminated paper, successfully cutting off your protest.

You can feel a sharp sting in your nose, and then consecutively in your hair as a scarred hand fists itself through your locks.

“Now let's see here…’this the problem you couldn’t solve? Wow, you must be even stupider than I gave you credit for.” “Lemme go, ‘don’t need your help anymore.”

“Oh no, on the contrary I think you need more education than anyone else here. So tell me, was it the Pantheon or the Parthenon that belonged to Rome?” Another pair of hands pulls your hips back and down, situating yourself on a hard surface. You twist your head a little to the side, and to your horror you realize that Shigaraki has seated you on Dabi’s knee.

Calling for help is futile, you have a bad feeling that with the position you were in currently in, any wrong move would render you fucked.

So you decide to answer.

“Uh, I think Pantheon?”

Wrong.

Shigaraki presses down on your shoulders as Dabi hikes his knee further up into your crotch, and you let out a muffled gasp. The friction of his jeans rubs so deliciously against your clothed clit that it’s impossible to contain your whimpers.

They relish in your distress.

“Shit, Tomura, she’s actually liking it. No wonder she’s practically failing, ‘bet she loves the extra attention after school.”

“How’d you know I was-”

But you’re cut off yet again when he bounces his leg in a steady rhythm, and you’re jostled along the expanse of his limbs, head bobbing and mouth agape.

Tomura squishes your cheek and yanks your head back at an angle where you can read the black letters on the paper.

“Read, you dumb bitch. What does the paper say?”

You squint your eyes to make out the too-close words.

“‘Says it was built in the time of Augustus.” “Okay, so? Where did Augustus rule?” At this, the leg beneath you grinds up against you and you can actually feel your wetness sliding up and down against your slit, throbbing with unwanted need.

“Fuck,” you moan, your tongue flopping out after a particularly hard bounce. “Please let go of me, I can’t focus when you’re against me like this!”

“Well technically you can’t focus either way, which is exactly why you’re close to failing. Now answer my question, where did Augustus rule?”

A hand gropes at your bouncing tits, feeling the underside of your bra.

You take a wild guess. “Rome?” Please, please let it be right.

The bouncing stops.

“Good. So if Augustus ruled in Rome, then what landmark is in Rome?”

Your clit buzzes with ache from the sudden dismissal of attention.

“The Pantheon.” “Fucking finally,” Tomura sneers at you and squeezes your chest before letting go and yanking your head back away from the wall. Dabi stands to his fullest height and lets you fall off his leg unceremoniously to the ground.

They saunter back to their seats without another glance at you and resume their pornos, the moans from the screen sounding like mockings of your own not even a couple seconds ago. It takes a couple minutes for you to catch your breath and force your body to ignore the random spikes of forgotten pleasure lingering in your pussy from earlier ministrations.

You unsteadily rise to your feet and look around the room. It seems that more than half of your peers have already moved on to the second and third questions, leaving you behind in the dust.

Fuck this shit. I’m not about to be harassed every time I have a question right now.

Maybe Takami has an answer sheet at his desk?

Risking a glance behind you, you ensure that both men are engrossed in their schoolgirl-gets-fucked-hard videos much like you, actually before quietly creeping up towards the professor’s desk.

It just so happens that at that same moment you reach the desk, he comes in, door swinging wide and a bright smile on his face.

“Everything good? Yo, Todoroki, you holdin’ up the fort good?” He’s met with a thumbs up from Dabi and merely a grunt from Shigaraki, the two of them still invested at the scene playing out on their phones.

Takami looks around, assessing everyone before his eyes land on you, strolling over with a grin on his face.

“What’s up Y/N? Need some help on something?”

You’re about to answer, but you hesitate for a fraction of a second when you hear a schoolgirl’s moan coming from the phone in his pocket.

***************************

“You know, you’re probably one of my favorite students if I’m being honest,” he tells you one day as you organize the textbooks on the back shelf.

“Yeah? Why is that?” You try to sound careless and chill, but you can’t ignore the way your heart speeds up or the blush on your face.

“Because,” his voice is right next to your ears, and you jump at his proximity. “You don’t take anyone’s bullshit. You see them for who they are, and you treat them as such.” He takes the book from your hand and places it in its correct slot.

Your eyes meet his, and his eyes travel to your lips as they part in surprise. He leans even closer, and you can smell the mint on his cool breath as his nose almost touches yours. His hair flops over and shields the sides of your face as you look up at him with big doe-eyes.

Just as you close your eyes and start to purse your lips, he pulls back and produces another textbook in his hands. You blink in surprise as he studies the pages, the little frown on his face hiding the sultry look he was giving you moments ago.

“‘Gotta tell Aizawa to update these books, they’re like a century old,” he chuckles and turns around back to his desk.

Shaking the whiplash from your glazed over mind, you follow him back to his desk as well. “Yeah, I’d have to agree. I think I’ve done a pretty good job in figuring out people’s personalities.”

You stand in front of his desk and rock on your heels. “For example, I can tell Nishiya acts like he never knows the answers when you ask him questions, but he’s actually really smart. He only stays quiet because he doesn’t want people coming up to him and asking for the answers.”

“Okay, now I’m interested. Go on, I gotta hear more of this.”

“Alright, let me see...oh yeah, I can tell Dabi and Tomura act like they’re the shit but it’s probably a cover up for the lack of attention they received at home or some childhood trauma they have. They’re liars and cheaters too, it makes them want to project and show out-”

But when he raises his eyebrows in a warning glance, you sheepishly hold your palms up in defense. “Kidding. But like you said, I get people.”

Takami situates himself in his large seat and interlaces his fingers together. He places his head on his hands and cocks his head at you. “Really now? What about me then?”

You pretend to think for a minute, twisting your smile up and tapping one finger against your chin. “Hmm...I’d say you’re a really shitty teacher and you need to give more extra credit-”

“-Woah, what? C’mon, that’s not fair-”

“-but honestly, you’re a wild card.”

He leans back and twirls a pen through his fingers. “Is that so?”

“Yeah. For all the times you mess around, you still genuinely wanna help people, or your students for that matter. It’s like you have the heart of a hero.” He smiles demurely at you, but you teasingly pop his bubble before he can goad. “Which is funny, because for such a gallant hero, you sure like to hang with dim-witted scholastic villains that come in the forms of shitty TA’s.”

“Alright, that’s it, I’m failing you.” He rises out of his seat and you shriek with glee before bounding towards the door.

“Not like I was gonna pass anyways!”

“Oh shut up, if you make it up to me I'll let you off with a B.”

“Spoken like a true hero, I see-ack! No fair, you can’t jump over desks, you’re too old for that!”

“You little-”

But before he can catch you and double over with laughter, you whip your head around and face him, beaming with banter.

“Oh, and Takami? For the record-”

“Keigo. Call me Keigo.”

“Keigo, for the record, you’re my favorite teacher too.”

**************

There’s three weeks left until the end of the semester, and like he said, you’re already up to a borderline B, the highest its been in this stupid class.

You would pat yourself on the back if it didn’t have a hand clapped over it, vile words seething against your neck.

“So, how’d you get him to do it? ‘You suck him off yet?”

“She had to have, how the fuck did she pass this? She can barely remember three dates, much less the review for the entire fucking essay.”

But regardless of their brutality, Dabi and Shigaraki’s rage doesn’t hold a candle to the fiery pride in your heart.

It took days, practically a whole week of in-school and after school sessions to boost your grade up for this major assignment. With the help of Professor Takami-or, Keigo, as he likes being called now, you were completely ready for this prompt. It was due to all the hard work and extra hours you put in that a bolded ‘A’ was circled by your name, a little smiley face next to it a direct indication of your teacher’s approval.

“Did it taste salty?”

“I bet it was less than 5 inches.”

You roll your ears and scrunch your nose. Some friends they were to your professor, all right.

“Sorry I’m actually tolerable, unlike you idiots. And for your information, I earned this grade fair and square, as hard as it is for you to believe. Not everyone cuts corners, shocker.”

Shigaraki leans forward, teeth gritted and eyes bloodshot as he speaks. “You little cunt. You think you can talk to us like that ‘cause you got one decent grade? Fuck, I wish he’d just put you in your place already.”

Dabi cackles as you look at him suspiciously. “What are you talking about?”

But before Shigaraki can answer, the ravenette shakes his head and catches his breath. “Forget it, Tomura. Just let her have her moment for now. Oh, and a little word of advice-if you wanna keep those grades up, I’d suggest continuing to wear more v-necks.”

You glance between them. “No wait, what do you mean-”

Keigo’s voice interrupts before you can press further.

“Alright, ladies and gents’, only three weeks left ‘till the end of the semester grades are due. If there’s any questions or concerns you have, let me know via email or tutoring sessions. The reviews are posted up on the classroom board, so just make sure you’re spending your time wisely.”

The bell rings, and you all get up to head for the door. Except you, of course, who makes a beeline straight for your professor.

He sees you waving your paper like a victory banner and beams at you. “Ayyy, L/N! ‘Knew you could do it, ‘guess I’m a better teacher than you said I was, huh?” He playfully nudges your shoulder and you nod excitedly.

“You were right! Damn, I guess after school hours helped a lot. The prompt was exactly what the review covered.”

You both walk towards the door, chattering away at next week’s grades and assignments. He holds the door open for you like a true gentleman as you walk outside.

“Thank you Keigo,” you say softly only for his ears. “I really needed this.”

“Anything for you, Y/N. I’m always here if you need me.” His golden eyes gleam with fondness as his hand travels lower down your back to gently usher you out. Your spine buzzes with an epiphany, and you face him before you can will your body to stop.

And in a moment of sheer vulnerability and graciousness, you lean forward and brush your lips against his. You drop your jacket and use both hands to wind around his neck lightly and bring his head towards you.

The rest of the class has left, TA’s included. The hallway is empty and silent, save for the quiet sound of you tasting his plush lips.

He tastes divine. Something along the lines of faint peaches, and his jacket smells like old spice. You unconsciously moan a little when you turn your head and feel his scruff graze the sides of your mouth.

But something isn't right. Why isn’t he kissing you back?

Your eyes are squeezed shut, but when you peek them open your heart jumps. He’s looking at you like you’re crazy, wide eyed and frozen. His lips don't move, and his hand is stuck on the doorknob.

You pull away, fast.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I did that, I-fuck!” You look at him, horrified when you realize what you just did, and he blinks a couple of times before shaking his head slightly and hesitantly bringing his palms up to placate you.

“Hey, it’s okay, it-wait, hold on!”

But you’re already bolting down the hallway, bag banging against your hip as you blindly make your way out the campus door. Your waterline stings with tears of humiliation, your palms sweat profusely with traces of regret seeping out of you.

Why did I do that? Fuck, we were getting closer too!

You don’t stop running away from the shame and embarrassment until you fly through your dorm room and flop onto your bed, screaming into your pillow to let it all out.

And when you lift your head and tearily catch a glimpse of your bag, you simply shove your head back down into the plush covers when you realize you forgot your jacket at the door of his room.

*********

It was a good idea to go at night, after all the students were tucked in their beds or off to weekend bars. No one was out on the sidewalks to question why you were heading back to the supposed-to-be closed campus doors, and no one was around to make you question your safety.

You hoped he wasn’t in, either.

Sneaking around the side of the school, you slip through the janitor doors with ease and navigate your way through the pitch-dark closet until your hand gropes around and finds the cold doorknob.

Luckily, it gives way. You jimmy the rusted brass until the door cracks open, and you peek your head left and right before deeming the hallway completely isolated. You stealthily weave in between hallways and classrooms before you get to the dreaded door.

But he’s not there. At least, no one else is in that hallway. The lights are dim, and when you glance at the bottom of the door, you sigh in relief-your jacket is still there lumped together from when you dropped it...from…

You shake your head clear. No sense in losing your nerve now.

You walk over and bend down to pick your jacket up, when you freeze.

Voices. Male voices, two or three of them speaking from inside Professor Takami’s room.

Why is he still here so late?

“Holy fuck, Uehara was annoying today. She couldn’t shut up about when Project 4 was due, when I was gonna finish grading her lab, blah blah blah. ‘Had half a mind to ask her, how ‘bout I finish motorboarding your tits sweetheart, then we can discuss extra credit. Keigo, hand me some of that.”

You grimace at the monologue. There’s no doubt what kind of a scumbag would say that about his students, only Dabi would have the nerve to say shit like that outright.

But pure curiosity keeps you in place as you findyoruself leaning your ear against the door. You’ve never actually seen-or rather, heard in this instance- the trio interact outside of classroom walls. And even if this technically was still their classroom, this would be the first time you’d witness how they let their guards down with each other.

Dabi’s ranting is cut off from Tomura’s raspy cackling. “Yeah, anytime she bends over to ask me a question I don’t even hide it. It’s her fault for wearing crop tops, who in their right mind would actually listen to the bullshit she's one when we could stare at her tits instead? ‘Gimme a line, you’ve had three already-'' there's a hard scraping sound and a loud sniff.

Your eyes widen at that. Were they-?

“Oh, and speaking of tits, how’s Y/N and you doing? Any luck yet?”

Your body jolts at the recognition of your name in their conversation.

“Oh, I didn’t tell you guys yet? She came onto me after class today,” And there’s a condescendingly smug undertone to his words that makes your heart jump and sink simultaneously. Why was he airing your dirty laundry to these assholes? You would’ve hoped he’d at least try to save your name in front of others. And why did he sound so confident?

“No fucking way-”

“-You’re lying out of your ass-”

“-I think you’ve had too many lines, man-”

“Swear to god she did. It was after everyone left and she was singing my praises for bumping her grade up when she did it. She totally bought the surprised act too, but I have to say I was kind of taken aback. I mean, I didn’t think she’d fall for it so soon.”

Dabi snorts. “She’s got some nerve thinkin’ she passed that essay when she’s got the brains of every other bimbo bitch at this school.”

“Wait, that grade was you? I knew she didn’t do it herself. But you haven’t hit it yet, have you?”

There's a rustling of paper and a yelp as if someone thwacked the other with it before Keigo answers.

“No, I haven’t. Aika and Chiyo were wayyyy easier to buy into-yeah, you know them from 7th period. Now those are nice girls with a fun little cat-and-mouse game shit going on. But honestly, I think I should reward her for caving in so easily, I mean that’s a feat by itself to be that stupid-”

You think you’re about to throw up. It’s time to go, you’ve heard enough.

But when you lean down to take your jacket, your hand knocks against the door by mistake.

You freeze. The voices on the other side of the door stop.

Then-

“Is someone there?” The voice is so loud and so close to the door that your brain goes haywire and can't even place whose face it belongs to. You think of nothing but to run, run as fast and as far away as you did in the afternoon, when Keigo was someone you liked, someone you trusted.

As fast as you run around the corner, the handle still turns, and two men catch a glimpse of the jacket flying away that was purposefully kept outside.

*********

“What’re you so quiet for, huh?”

“So, Y/N, what’d you do this weekend? Party with all your friends? Go some places you shouldn’t have gone to?

“Nah, actually, it's good she heard. M’sure Keigo wanted her to know any day now. How does it feel knowing you’re not special?”d

They’re baiting you, you know they are. If you ask them what they’re talking about then they’ll tell you the whole truth, which you frankly don’t want to know. Your heart’s already broken enough as it is.

But if you admit you already heard them, then who knows how viscous they’ll be anyways?

So you opt to keep your silence, no matter how tight the pressure against your sealed lips is, and no matter how painfully your heart thuds and how pricking your tears become.

You think about the other names mentioned in Keigo’s rendezvous while Tomura and Dabi leer at you from either side of your desk and spit venom. Was he sweet talking to them and giving them the same smiles that he did for you? Were you really not special at all?

Did you even mean anything to him?

It’s hard to think so. When he walks in the classroom you duck your head down and avoid eye contact. He claps his hands and starts the lesson like usual, but every time his hands meet you can’t help but flinch. Every grin he throws at girls who answer his question looks so fake now, every praise and laugh sounds so shrill and nauseating to you.

Then, he tries to get you to talk.

“So, uh, Y/N!” He claps his hands once more and you jerk at the sound. He ambles towards you and shifts to simultaneously point to the presentation. “Can you tell me the answer?” He leans down and smiles his signature smile in your face, carefully observing your expression.

You keep your eyes lowered and barely contain a glower. “Dunno,” is your curt answer.

Keigo laughs jovially and the rest of the class titters along with him even though they don’t know what he’s laughing at.

They’re sheep. All of them are. He’s got them wrapped around his finger, and you were once like that too.

It hurts to know how easily you fell for him.

“Aww, come on now kid, you’re telling me you don’t remember last week’s review? You even stayed with me after school to go over it!” A toned arm grasps the edge of your desk as he tilts his head charmingly.

If you looked up, you’d see the strain between his eyebrows and the way his grin drops and twitches in panic.

“Yeah, I guess it must be a feat to be that stupid of me, right?”

The class quiets down at that.

To anyone else it sounds like another kid trying to one-up their teacher to look cool, but Keigo knows better.

When he hears his words thrown back at him from last night so openly he physically winces. It sounds so much worse in a public setting without any censorship in it.

Keigo throws a quick glance at his friends who give him raised eyebrows at your boldness. They didn’t expect you to be so blunt about it.

“You know that's not true Y/N, you’re a very smart girl.” He chuckles nervously and takes a quick peek around the room, adjusting his sweltering collar. Everyone is looking at him, silent and waiting for his move.

But he can do nothing except listen in increasing discomfort as you scoff and grit out, “Not according to you I’m not. In fact, I’d say I’m just as stupid as the girls in seventh pe-”

“Okay, we’re gonna move on now! Let’s not get off topic now, ‘kay?’ He gives his students a look that says ‘yeah, dunno what the hell she’s talking about’, springs up from his leaning stance and takes long strides to the front of the room to continue the lesson, his back burning from the dozens of curious glares trained on his sweating self.

Why the fuck did he even try to get you to open up in the first place? He should’ve just kept his mouth shut if he had a feeling something was off.

Despite his smooth cover up, Tomura and Dabi stay surprisingly quiet the rest of the lesson, opting not to rile your turbulent mind any further.

You simply sit there stewing in your own rage and heartbreak with every passing word from his smooth lips.

Lips that felt so fucking good against yours for a second.

Lips that revealed cutting words that will last for a lifetime.

Eventually 45 minutes pass and the bell rings, yanking you out of your musing.

The rest of the students crowd their way to the door, and it just so happens that you’re one of the last students at the back of the class to leave.

Which Keigo takes as the perfect opportunity to talk to you.

“Hey, Y/n!” He says softly and jogs up to you from his desk, his face red and hand wringing, that weird little nervous smile on his face evident.

“Are you okay? You seemed kinda snappy earlier-”

“You were wrong, y’know.”

“Oh yeah? How’s that?” He amuses you yet his smile wavers, the pinch in his eyebrows deepening as he takes in your sarcastic expression, your glossy eyes.

“You don’t really wanna help people for the sake of it. You might do some charity here and there, but you’ve got ulterior motives that outweigh the good you do. You don’t have the heart of a hero, in fact, I doubt you have a heart at all.”

Keigo is acutely aware of the two TA’s not too far away, lingering by the window. Whether they’re watching the scene or not, he can’t tell, but he’s glad none of the students are witnessing this.

His mouth opens and closes, but no words come out.

“Y/N...what you might’ve heard isn’t tr-”

“No, don’t fucking tell me what I heard or not, I know exactly what you said. I was even more off than I thought- you’re even worse than Dabi and Shigaraki. You disgust me, Professor Takami.”

And with that, you shoulder him out of the way and storm to the door, ignoring Dumb and Dumber’s ooh’s.

Keigo is left standing dumbfounded, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. No one has ever insulted him like this before.

Him? Hated? Keigo Takami? One of the campuses most revered and loved figures? He’s practically the school’s mascot for fuck’s sake, he’s always had his way here, people love him and throw themselves at him as they should-

“Oh, and one more thing Professor.”

You’re at the door. The word is a mockery in your mouth and leaves in the air as a curse in his ears.

“The next time you want to discuss your sexual affairs with numerous other unlucky students, I’d suggest talking in a faculty lounge instead of a public room. It might just cost you your job.

The door bangs shut behind you, his resolve solidifying in sync with the click of the lock.

****************

He’s relentless, but so are you.

Both have your own ways of countering each other, and some days you laugh about how well you two might have turned out had he not revealed to be a completely different person than you thought he was.

The first couple of days after your confrontation, you switch to a virtual class that uses his pre recordings instead of an in-person lab like you had previously.

In retaliation, he drops a few numbers on your grade, and you’re back to a borderline C.

The next week, you submit the rest of the extra credit papers he gave to you before you found him out.

He voids them and sends you an email, requesting your actual being in the class to ‘better understand the lesson, seeing as how evident it is that a virtual class doesn’t suit you.”

You file a complaint to the principal, but unbeknownst to you, a scarred hand curls itself around the letter and sends it up in smoke. The owner of said appendage leans back on his dad’s throne and sends an informative message to a certain blond professor.

Your grade drops from a borderline C to a solid F now, and it’s gotten to a point where even if you completed all the assignments you still wouldn’t be able to pass the class without a little bump...which calls for an in-person meeting with your teacher, standard protocol.

The red letter on the screen seems to jeer at you as you stare mind-numbingly at it. All your hard work, all your pride and effort has gone down the drain in just a few days before the end of the semester.

Is it worth retaking the class if you don’t speak to him?

There’s still a chance you’ll get him again if you repeat the course.

And so, with a heavy hand and an even heavier heart, your fingers click away at your keyboard as you draft a curt yet civil email to your professor, asking if you could have a face-to-face meeting discussing your options to boost your grade enough to at least pass the semester.

His response comes back not even two minutes later, as if he’s been waiting for your white flag.

************

You wear a boring t-shirt and jeans on your walk to the faculty lounge to emphasize your disregard for his opinions on your body, your stride haughty and full of spite.

Keigo’s email didn’t specify where to meet, just a curt “We can discuss your grades after school like usual. You seem to do better at that time anyways.”

It’s like a slap to your face. The memories that he’s so adamant on remembering out of past fondness makes your heart crack like a fragile egg, but rather than collapsing into a runny mess, your insides rev up and march straight to his classroom, ready for war.

You barely take a deep breath and a pause before entering his classroom, head held up high...but for no one to see.

“Professor?” You ask coolly to an empty room, swiveling your head this way and that before grimacing. It would’ve done you some good to ask for details on where he wants to meet, but in your defense you had a pretty damn good reason as to not communicate with him unnecessarily.

Turning around and out of the class, you peek your head around the hall and wings of the building and see no one.

It’s quite empty save for a few voices echoing eerily in adjacent areas where you can’t see, and a shiver passes through you.

Maybe I should just go back home. I’ll take summer classes or something.

But the second after you begin to doubt yourself you shake your head clear of the hesitation. You can’t let him think you’re uncomfortable, you can’t let him know his words affected you. He should be the one apologizing on bended knee for the things he said about you and the way he completely duped you.

And so you trek on around the dimly lit building, following the flickering fluorescent lights above you eventually to the faculty lounge.

Ironically it's the only door that has the best lighting around it, and even if he’s not there you know it’s got to be the safest area to simply regroup yourself.

You turn the handle and enter the room. It’s a fairly spacious area, with couches in the middle of the room and a mini bar at the back corner.

In front of you is your professor, his back turned to you as he types away at his desk.

You’re not as surprised to see him as you think you should be, and it helps your nerves that you have a second before he hears you and turns around. You walk a little bit further towards him and stop when you’re a couple feet away. His computer screen flashes with messages popping up on it, and you divert your attention back to him before taking another step forwards.

But before you can clear your throat and make your presence known he ruffles a hand through his hair and speaks.

“Finally showed up, huh? I’m so honored.”

His usually playful voice is laced with sarcasm, just like on the night he revealed his true colors with his friends.

The memory makes your throat catch and you quickly cough it off before responding. “Yeah, I wanna know why you’ve been purposely docking points from my assignments even though I’ve been doing them exactly the way you showed me, Professor.”

Keigo finally turns around and stands to his fullest height, stretching his arms over his head and causing the black tee he’s clad in to ride up his stomach a bit and expose his happy trail and perfectly chiseled v-line.

You’re proud of yourself for not risking a glance down like you used to. Instead, you keep your eyes trained on his sneering expression.

“Oh, so now you want my help after ignoring me for weeks? Yeah, you were pretty spot on earlier, it’s a pretty big fucking feat for you to be this stupid.”

You lose your composure at his venom. He’s never spoken to you like that before, and the foreign leer that pulls up at his lips and the dark gleam in his eye scares you.

“W-what the hell? You can’t talk to me like that you jackass-” you sputter before he cuts you off and starts advancing towards you with hysterical laughter.

“You still think you’re calling the shots around here honey? It's amazing how every time you open your mouth you seem to lose an equal amount of brain cells in correlation to how much you talk. Doesn’t it ever get tiring being such a dumb cunt?”

Keigo’s words hold such jeering contempt to them that each insult pierces your heart that you thought held no more room for him. Your feet automatically stagger back blindly as his figure looms closer and closer to you, backing you up into the couches unbeknownst to you.

“What the fuck are you doing? Get the hell away from me you freak, I just wanted to talk about my grades-you’re the one who’s got some nerve acting like you’re the victim here!”

He slaps you so hard you see stars.

Your body falls back onto the couch behind you as your head rolls to the side, but before you can crash his other hand shoots out and grabs the top of your head, painfully holding you up by the strands of your hair.

“You ungrateful bitch,” He seethes, shaking your heavy head in his grip and sending your hair flying. ”This is the thanks I get for hauling your dead weight to the finish line? I would’ve given you the highest grades in the class, hell, I would’ve given you a kickass recommendation to literally any field you’d wanna slut yourself out to if only you minded your own goddamn business.”

He throws you back onto the couch and punches you, hard, into your stomach.

You wheeze and your eyes roll back into your head as you curl into yourself, shielding your aching body from his multitude of kicks and slaps to your exposed appendages.

Blows rain down on your head, your legs, your ass, your chest, your arms and face as you fail tremendously to protect as many areas as you can from his rapid touch, but the man is too fast for his own good.

“I should’ve”-

-a kick to your ass-

-”done this from the start”-

-three punches to the ribs-

“-when Dabi and Tomura told me I was being too easy on you.”

He stops for a moment to catch his breath, flicking his head back to clear the loose hair around his head. Your hair covers your face too, but there's more blood sticking to the strands that cause your eyesight to be clouded rather than anything else.

Your lips sting as your tongue runs over the bloody mess, but you whisper it out anyways, if nothing but to blindly spite him.

“You’re fucking crazy. You’re going to jail, you sick motherfucker.”

Keigo throws a leg over both of yours and straddles himself above you on the couch where you lay. He cocks his head at you and switches his manic expression to one of faux kindness.

“Oh yeah? And how’s that?”

No part of your bruised body hurts as much as your heart does when he throws his past kindness in your face like that.

You stay silent, tears from pain meshing with tears of heartache and sliding down your bloody face as he scoffs over your body.

“Since you can’t seem to answer, lemme make this easy for you sweetheart.”

He leans down and lets his eyes glide over your mangled face and broken body, relishing in his greatest accomplishment yet.

“You won’t tell. Not because you don’t have the strength to-which, mind you, is pretty plausible too-but because I won’t let you.”

Even through the clouded mist in your eyes you can see him grinning like a little boy, the beginning of his laughter sounding like nails on a chalkboard to you.

“I’ve done this dozens if not hundreds of times, you stupid slut. You think you’re special? You’re not shit. Not in my class, not in my life, not in this fucking university. You’re nothing, and the only reason I’m giving you this special attention is ‘cause you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Dabi probably got too cocky and wanted some fun, that’s why the bastard put your jacket right outside my room.”

As you’re left panting wide-eyed, Keigo wastes no time in unceremoniously ripping your shirt off quite literally, yanking your pants and panties down along with tearing your bra off.

It all happens so fast that you dont even think to shield your body again using bruised and bloodied hands. It would also help to see him, but it’s hard to when hot blood is pouring down and pooling in your eye, adding insult to painful injury.

He sees this too, and laughs.

“Hey,” he breathlessly chuckles as he begins straddling you. He lightly slaps your cheek twice and gestures to his hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

You try to curse at him, but all that comes up is gurgling bile.

“Yeah yeah, that’s what I thought.” Keigo mutters as he begins fondling you, each large and smooth hand plucking your nipples and lifting them away from your body, testing the weight of them individually in each palm.

You try whining and shifting your body away but he simply drops lower onto your pelvis, almost crushing you. His imprint is clearly felt through his cargo pants which terrifies you.

Golden locks flop onto your neck as his head descends and gleaming white teeth open, akin to a shark’s mouth about to swallow its prey whole. He grants you no mercy as you’re left writhing beneath him as he devours your poor throat.

“Stop this Keigo,” you try to lift an arm out from under him to try and push him off but he absentmindedly pins your wrist above your head.

“I get it, okay? I get it, I swear I won’t tell, just please get off of m-”

“So glad that my star slut finally gets it. You’re not gonna tell. But there’s one more lesson I have yet to teach you.”

All you can do is watch in horror as he makes direct eye contact with you and starts unbuckling his pants.

“How to fulfill your real purpose, and take cock like you were meant to as a submissive little bitch.”

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lesinquietes · 1 year ago

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Chapter 1.2 of Sonder (The Boy AU) is out ☺️

ft Shigaraki being really fucked up

#minors dni #sonderchats #yandere dabi x fem reader #yandere hawks x reader #scumbag hawks x reader #shigaraki x reader #my god I love writing this story 🥺

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tobegiggledat · 3 years ago

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To Pluck Your Own Feathers as You Fall

18+ CONTENT AHEAD MINORS DNI

❀pairings: Keigo Takami x afab!reader, Jin Bubaigawara x afab!reader

❀warnings: vaginal sex, name-calling (“slut”, “bitch”), reader refuses aftercare, anal sex, face slapping, pussy slapping, hair pulling, one kick to the face, spitting, blow job, boot licking, cum swallowing, spanking, thigh fucking, reader uses sex as self harm

❀word count: 1.8k

❀a/n: No feminism, just vibes.

There’s a sick satisfaction in relinquishing your fate to the whims of someone brimming with subdued violent urges.

Every bite, scratch, slap, and pinch further reinforce your feelings of worthlessness, yet you hide your true intentions under the veil of sexual fantasy. You don't willingly engage in such acts because they turn you on—you do them because you're self-destructive.

That isn't to say that they don’t, it's just that this feeling is secondary to your desire to dismantle all that’s left of you.

And Jin, he helps you fulfill this.

At first, his eyes are weary as they travel across the old wounds on your weakened form—many of which you don't remember nor care where they came from, serving only as reminders of the extent to which you're willing to go to punish yourself for merely existing.

Yet as the night goes on and that same body is used to get him throbbing, the scars seem to fade in his eyes.

“Rougher”, you whimper on your back as well-paced thrusts batter the area just before your cervix, thighs tightening and pressing against his own.

“How?” His movements remain the same. “What do you want me to do?”

“Hit me”, you finally plead.

His brows furrow noticeably. “Let me know if it's too much. Promise?

You nod but even if things were to get unbearable you'd act as if they weren't.

He's quiet as his eyes survey your once forgotten scars with more pity, and you find it difficult not to shift under the weight of his overly sympathetic gaze.

His palms give you no time to flinch, coming down hard and with enough vigor to make you almost forget about his initial hesitance—but from the gleam of Jin’s eyes at your pained expression and their nervous flit away, you’re certain he’s concealing a true enthusiasm.

Your cunt flutters at the thought of him enjoying your perversions as much as you do—and the way he tries to deny it is sickening, further fueling the increasing pulse of your pussy.

“You're getting soo tight—fucking freak!”

Another abrupt hit meets your cheek and you reel from the impact, tears flowing heavily down the aching area as it’s salt leaves a stinging trail. The pounding of his hips stutter as your walls strain against the slippery skin of his erection. You gush arousal that adds more to the slickness of his glides with each passing minute he abuses your masochistic body.

“You like that huh, slut?”

Thick fingers enclose each of your tits as he uses them to guide his cock inside you. Your back arches from the strength of his hold as you squirm desperately against him to fight the pain. “You k-keep gripping me—fuck.”

He finally releases you. “What a slutty cunt”, he words breathlessly, thumb reaching to rub your clit. “ Slutty. Fucking. Pussy”, he intersperses between plunges.

A moan escapes your throat as you spasm around his cock, and he follows soon after, shooting his cum inside you the furthest he can before pulling out.

You lay facing upward panting and out of breath. Jin’s lips soon find your slightly dampened forehead to place a gentle kiss. “I'll go run a bath for you”, he states before leaving you alone in the bedroom.

Alone with your thoughts, no longer suppressed by a night of vile acts, you conclude that everything will be undone if you continue to stay.

And as you trudge clumsily down the apartment halls with tears prickling and burning the corners of your eyes, you wish he gave you what you wanted and nothing more. Despite that, his rushed footsteps are quick to trail behind you.

Slowly, you turn to face his concern ridden features one last time with your eyes beginning to leak more heavily as they linger on it.

“Thanks for everything”, you say meekly between sniffles.

“Where are you going?”, he questions, tone wavering.

“Any place I'm not cared for.” You quickly swipe at your damp lashes.

“Can I stop you?

“No.”

❀ ❀ ❀ ❀

Another night alone has you standing before the penthouse of the number two hero.

“You should've called”, Keigo says at the door with fake irritation, yet he still remains clothed in his hero outfit.

“It's not like you’d turn me away anyways”, you say, stepping close enough to succumb to his body heat.

He paws at his stubble as if in deliberation before sauntering toward his bedroom expecting you to follow.

“You chose a bad day so I might be a bit rougher than usual. You'll take it won't you?”, he drawls with a hint of exhaustion.

“Yes”, you whisper.

“Good.”

He eyes you from head to toe, prickling your flesh with the weight of his stare. He tilts his neck in a silent order for you to undress, so you comply, not bothering to make show of your body as you remove your garments, then dropping to your knees beside the edge of his bed, instinctually.

Your folded legs comb through his standing ones, and while your head is at eye level with his groin, you look up at him with exhilarated pupils as carnivorous as his signature bird.

His touches are clinical-like. Callused hands brush against your cheeks, wandering your face as if you're lifeless. They squeeze and prod at the inside of your mouth scientifically before his index and ring push to the back of your violently arching tongue.

The tips of his fingers tap lightly on it until you're nearly hurling them out of you, then his hands suddenly retreat to harshly palm the side of your face.

“Take out my cock”, he orders. The devious glint in his irises is unmistakable.

You find that the best people to submit to are the ones who live a double life, with cheap smirks and ideals only upheld in the public eye. It’s a fitting punisher for a pathetic victim; one who believes you’re just as deserving of every affliction as you do. Whereas those that consistently live as they desire have no use for you as an outlet, but maybe even see you as worthy of their affections.

Your fingers wrap tightly around the base of his length as the head throbs a glowing red, coated in sappy strands of pre-cum.

When you lick at the tip and take him into your mouth, you're overwhelmed with his taste and scent, a flavor hinted with salt and earthiness. You begin a slow bobbing motion, almost appreciative of the effect his girth has on the surface of your tongue while your hands soon find purchase on his thighs.

At first, he angles and adjusts to your pace with interspersed grunts and soft moans between each thrust, but he eventually takes over, deft fingers gripping at the base of your scalp to tug you backwards.

The quickness of his movements is unsparing as his cock beats against the roof of your mouth and the back of your throat, but while the treatment is brutal, his disregard for you has your cunt aching at the pound of his hips, trickles of your slick dribble down your thighs and onto his boots.

Your hesitant hands reach for your protruding clit to relieve the throbbing and more liquid pools beneath your quivering thighs. You look up to gauge his approval of your actions, only to be met with a fierce glance of his lustful eyes, as they’re slightly obscured by tufts of golden strands.

His thrusts become more erratic as he's on the verge of spilling into you. He puckers his lips before spitting on your forehead, and the confusion in your widened eyes brings him to finally cum inside you.

He removes his cock with his chest tightening and unwinding from the brutal pants of the aftershock.

“Keep it open”, he says between breaths as his fingers hook along the edge of your jaw, and he brings his face closer to yours.

His lips pucker once more to place his saliva on your waiting tongue—when it lands, you swallow, thankful for how it pollutes you.

“Now”, his leg quickly lifts to rest his foot against the bed and beside your face. “About the mess you made on my boots”, he begins.

“Take care of it.”

Your body slowly arches upward to better reach it before you press your tongue along the toe of it, sliding at most of what's left of your fluids.

Once he's satisfied with the glossy coat, he pulls away, yet you continue to drip along your thighs and the floorboards.

“Fuck, you're messy.”

He uses his boot to tilt your head up. “Do you like cleaning or something?”

For a moment, he only scans your expression with a small tilt of his head.

Nothing could've prepared you for the abrupt kick that lands against your jaw before his legs swiftly return to his stance as if the blood curdling in your cheek is the result of an apparition.

You were never sure if his status gave him way more pent up aggression than what was expected of him, but he's the only hero whose presence doesn’t evoke a sense of safety within you.

Would he still think you're worth saving after seeing you in such a pitiful state?

It's hard to think about with your ears ringing from the impact.

“Get up and turn around”, he orders.

With wavering knees, you make your best attempt to stand upright without curling toward the ground from dizziness and nausea.

The puckering hole of your backside is on display to sinister hands, and they poke and prod at your opening with little concern for the tightness of it.

Keigo delivers a brief but sharp smack to your left cheek; you reel forward as tears cake your lashes from the intensity. He’s quick to assault your right one as well, repeatedly slapping at each with rough palms until your knees begin to fold from his attacks on your now reddening behind.

His length suddenly pushes at the rim of your unprepared hole, slick with spit but not nearly lubricated enough for you to handle the friction of it.

“So fucking tight for me”, he says, the air of the words have you trembling.

Your back arches from the stinging of your walls along his cock.

“Take all of it”, he spits before reaching around to pinch your clit.

The pleasure from his fingertips finally courses through you with enough stimulation to override the merciless thrusts in your ass, your vaginal walls convulse with urgency as you're brought past the cusp of orgasm, glistening his hands.

He smacks your wet cunt a few times and they send more delicious throbs to your hardening bud, you jolt as more pleasure washes over you then finally cum around nothing.

His cock leaves your hole in favor of fucking the gathered slick between your thighs while his hands tugs at your messied strands to bring your head to his lips.

“My perfect little bitch ”, he says against your ear. “Taking everything I give you so well.”

His teeth sink into the shell of it as more of his semen spurts to combine with your fluids.

Restlessly, he finally falls beside you in a fit of heavy breaths.

You gaze at the man beside you then look back at the mess he made of your body.

You loathe yourself more than when you initially arrived, but that was the goal right?

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i can take you there but baby you won’t make it back

character: dabi | todoroki touya

notes: stepcest (kind of—ur parents aren’t married yet) with dabi-as-touya x a very naïve and inexperienced reader, normal!AU (no quirks, dabi also has tattoos over his scarred + fully healed skin), university!reader, implied yakuza!dabi, excessive use of the words niichan and good, praise kink, fingering, face fucking, title credit = save that shit by lil peep lmao uhhhh yeah i hc dabi as a very intelligent and perceptive individual soooo i feel like he’d be a master at reading a person & their emotions and then adapting his manipulation techniques

warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest (stepcest), noncon/dubcon, slight somnophilia, emotional manipulation, toxic relationship, size difference, slight degradation, mentions of drug use

words: 7.1k

part 2.1 | part 2.2

synopsis:

“You want to be good for me, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Of course,” you respond instantly. Later, when you lay awake in your bed, you’ll feel ashamed by your actions, by how readily captivated you were with him, by how easily he was able to manipulate you with those sapphire eyes and that rough voice—

But in that moment, you’ll do anything to pull that little smile from him, anything to hear him tell you you’re good. You just want to be good.

Something dark and primal flashes in those gorgeous eyes as they gaze down at you, a small grin spreading across his face. “Of course,” he repeats softly.

✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰

Your dad’s been dating Rei for a while—nearly a year, now—when things begin to get serious, and he proposes to her.

She accepts, so it’s not exactly a surprise when she suggests you guys move in with her—she’s got more than enough space, she tells you, it’s just her and her son in that big old house—and your dad seems pretty thrilled about it. This was the next step before marriage, after all.

You like Rei well enough, she’s always been nothing but sweet to you, and anyway, your father’s relationship really isn’t any of your business or concern.

It isn’t that you don’t want to move in with her—her house is in a better part of the neighborhood, a standard detached upper-middle class home, and just a short walk from a bus stop that’ll take you directly to university, which you start in a week.

It’s just…You’re a little apprehensive.

You know she has kids. She mentions them in passing every once in a while, but you can’t for the life of you remember their names, or their ages, or how many of them there are. You know they don’t all live with her, that her relationship with her ex-husband is complicated and rocky at best.

But you’re still surprised to hear that only one of them, her eldest, lives with her. She tells you he’s five years older than you are, that he’s a clever, smart boy, going off on a tangent about how disappointed she is that he didn’t go to university, because ‘he would’ve done so well—he could’ve shone so brightly.’ Something about the way she says that, the way her voice sounds almost sad, makes anxiety turn to lead in your stomach. She talks about him as if he’s already a lost cause, but he’s only in his mid-twenties, isn’t he?

You understand the moment you see him. The man standing in front of you as you shift from foot to foot unsurely in the foyer of this unfamiliar house is about as far from what you anticipated as he could possibly be.

He’s tall, skin pale as moonlight, with jet black hair and the most stunning blue eyes you’ve ever seen. But that isn’t what captivates you. It isn’t the lip ring curled around his bottom lip snuggly, and it isn’t the tongue piercing you’re about to find out he’s hiding in his mouth, either.

Every inch of the exposed skin of his arms is covered in intricate, seamlessly flowing tattoos—or, for a moment, you thought it was tattoos, plural. Upon closer inspection, you realize that each arm is actually covered in one giant tattoo, giving a new definition to the term ‘sleeve’. It’s all black ink, not a splash of colour anywhere, depicting an extremely detailed and anatomically correct mechanical arm, complete with what would’ve been joints, ligaments and bones in the form of wires and steel.

The tattoos extend onto the tops of his hands, made to look as if surgical staples are peeling his skin back to reveal the robot beneath. This same tattoo continues up his neck, along his jaw and onto his cheeks, all the way to his bottom lip, spreading across his entire face and disappearing into his hairline and onto his ears. Finally, there’s a small portion of the tattoo underneath his eyes, the surgical staples lining the edges of the face tattoos, too.

It startles you—you’re not necessarily scared, you just…weren’t expecting that. But there’s no denying the rush of breath that involuntarily escapes your lips as your eyes search his face, raking over his body in a brazen way that should make you feel shameful, travelling back up to find him smirking smugly at you, raising an eyebrow as your eyes meet again.

The look in his eyes tells you he knows, knows what you’re thinking about, knows how undeniably attracted you are to him, and scalding heat floods your cheeks.

He chuckles a little, which does nothing but add insult to injury, and sharp anger slices through your chest at the way that you stomach absolutely drops at his gravelly voice. You can’t believe yourself, can’t believe your body is reacting and responding so readily to this man—this stranger.

He introduces himself as Touya, in that rough, deep voice that forces a jolt of electricity to run through your veins. You idly wonder what your name would sound like on his tongue, how it might sound if his voice dropped to a growl, find yourself stuck thinking about this for the rest of the night.

✰ ✰ ✰

To your disappointment, and as much as you are unabashedly interested in him, you don’t interact much with Touya for your first few weeks in the house—in fact, you barely see him at all.

This only piques your curiosity about him more, finding that you’re unable to tear your eyes from him on the rare occasion that you are in a room together. He catches you staring every single time, and he has the audacity to chuckle to himself and shake his head when his gaze meets yours, your eyes quickly darting away and cheeks burning at his laugh.

You begin gathering little tidbits of information about him, purely sourced from interactions you witness in the house, desperately praying for something that’ll give you an opportunity to start a conversation with him.

Your efforts prove fruitless when, almost a month and a half since you moved in, you’ve still only spoken a handful of words to him. You do learn a bit about him through observing, though.

You discover that he’s a smoker, which really doesn’t come as a shock at all. Marlboro’s are his favourite, and he’s always got a pack in his back pocket or rolled up in the short sleeve of his t-shirt. He must have them imported—Marlboro’s are incredibly rare to find all the way in Japan.

Touya must have a lot of things imported.

You find out that every other Thursday, Touya discreetly stuffs an absurdly large wad of cash—all composed of ten-thousand-yen bills—into his mom’s hands, forcing her fingers to curl around it. She fights him on it, every time, but he’s firm and adamant that she take it. It always ends with Rei giving him a small, watery smile, Touya pressing a kiss against the side of her head and murmuring that he loves her.

After you witness this interaction for the first time, you begin to notice that, while the house looks relatively normal on the outside, it is stuffed full of luxury on the inside. Flat-screen TVs each complete with full entertainment systems, state of the art appliances that are somehow up to date with all of the latest trends (including a smart fridge—absolutely ridiculous), custom made furniture, ornate rugs, a housekeeper that drops by every Sunday…

You have no idea what he does for work, but you think you’ve got at least some sort of idea when you catch him one night, just past 2AM, exiting his room and using a thumb to brush excess white powder off his nose. His eyes catch yours, pupils blown and shining in the low light, and he smiles darkly at you, winking once as he walks away.

You don’t ask—no one ever does.

You don’t ask about the crimson splattered on the toe of his boot, or why he sometimes smells metallic, like copper, the strong scent wafting after him and invading the halls as he stalks leisurely toward the bathroom. You don’t ask why he leaves the house at odd hours in the night, and you definitely don’t ask about the soft clinking and clicking you hear through the thin walls every so often while he cleans his gun at 3AM.

You’re not sure if it’s really any of your business, anyway. So you stay quiet, and continue to wait.

The opportunity finally comes one Wednesday in October, two weeks before Halloween, when you’re in the kitchen after school busy fixing yourself an afternoon snack. Touya comes home uncharacteristically early—you rarely see him before 10PM, so his entrance scares you, and you jump a little.

“Sorry,” he murmurs as he passes by behind you, just an inch too close, just enough so you can feel his body heat radiating off of him.

“It’s fine,” you say quietly, shaking your head a little and trying in vain to stop your hands from trembling as you spread peanut butter across a piece of bread.

You can feel his eyes on you, and it makes you nervous, makes your skin crawl in a way you’ve never felt before. He laughs a little at your struggling, leaning against the counter next to you and crossing his arms over his chest.

“You don’t have to be so nervous around me, y’know,” he says with a smirk, eyes glittering at the way your lips part in surprise, your breath stuttering a little. “I’m your niichan after all, aren’t I?”

You hadn’t even considered using the honorific until he himself uses it.

Your hands freeze, hovering over your plate, and you look over at him slowly. “You…Want me to call you that?”

“You can, if you’d like,” he says smoothly, nonchalantly, like he doesn’t have a care in the world. It makes no difference to him, he tells you, but when he finally looks back at you, you think you can see it in his eyes—a sharp, small glimmer of…of something. Something that makes your stomach twist in a way you can’t decide if you like or not.

But this is it, you think, this is your opening to finally begin talking to him.

So you do. And the smirk he gives you the first time you address him by the honorific, voice quivering slightly as you ask him where Rei normally keeps the blender, is nothing short of predatory.

“It’s on the top shelf. It’s too high for you, though,” he says, voice so sickly sweet it almost sounds mocking. “Let niichan get it for you,”

It isn’t, but you let him get it for you anyway.

And he knows—knows he’s got you the moment you gasp at the honorific leaving his lips, trying to hide it behind your hand, nodding quickly and squeaking out a thank you.

It starts after that. He begins playing with you; a sick, perverse game of cat and mouse, hunter and hunted, and you play your part perfectly.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it, if you said it didn’t send wicked sparks of excitement shooting up your spine and an intense fluttering in your stomach.

And it starts slow. It starts with gentle pet names—honey, sweetheart, princess—and fingertips trailing down your arm as he passes you. It starts with a large hand placed on the small of your back, guiding you—out of the house and into his car, out of the kitchen and into the living room, out of the hallway and into his bedroom—and with little pecks on your lips stolen when no one’s watching, quick kisses that leave you feeling exhilarated despite their chastity.

Suddenly, he’s home a hell of a lot more. He’s sitting too close to you on the couch while you curl up with a textbook, his thigh pressed against you and flesh burning hot through his black jeans. He’s joining the family dinner a few times a week, idly hooking and unhooking his ankle with yours beneath the table while smirking at you from across it.

Suddenly, he’s asking you if you need a ride to school, or if you need someone to pick you up. You don’t, you tell him, the bus is just fine, but he insists. It’s what niichans do, he says. He wants to take care of you, he says.

Who are you to deny him that, really?

✰ ✰ ✰

The first time you experience Touya angry is about a month after the inciting incident, when he catches you walking home with a few of your university friends.

He had texted you earlier that day, telling you that he—very regretfully, he said—would be unable to pick you up from school this afternoon because ‘something had come up’.

You didn’t question what it was—you knew he’d lie even if you did. So you accepted it obediently, reassured him that it was fine, that you’d find another way home.

You’re pretty sure if you had told him that you didn’t have any extra change on you for the bus suddenly whatever important thing that had ‘come up’ which so desperately needed his attention wouldn’t be so urgent anymore. But you didn’t want to be a bother, or inconvenience him, so you say nothing.

Two friends decide they’ll accompany you on your walk home, so you aren’t lonely, they claim. Normally, the walk from campus to your house is about thirty minutes, but that day it takes you nearly an hour, wasting time goofing around and walking slowly as you talk idly.

Touya’s already pissed that it’s taken you so long to arrive home, that you’ve ignored all of his extremely considerate texts asking if you’re alright, but when he sees you squished between two boys, giggling as the three of you stumble up your driveway—he’s fucking fuming.

“Where the fuck have you been?” he asks, voice calm and monotonous, leaning casually against the doorframe.

Your head snaps up—you swear he wasn’t there just a second ago—blood running cold.

His stance is relaxed, arms crossed loosely over his chest, lazily raising an eyebrow as your wide eyes meet his. Technically, the only indication that he’s furious is the blazing blue fire in his eyes, but your friends can read the tension in the air surrounding him, shuffling a little closer to you. This minuscule action does not go unnoticed by Touya, sharp jaw clenching once.

“You had niichan worried,”

You’re frozen a few feet away from the porch, unable to find your voice, to move your legs, to breathe at all.

“I didn’t know you had an older brother,”

Your eyes do not leave Touya’s as you speak, the words hoarse. “Oh, we’re—”

“Yeah,” Touya bites, irritation finally bleeding into his voice. “She does,” his eyes float back to yours. “Come here, princess,”

Your body snaps into action, moving automatically before you can even comprehend it, allowing Touya to tuck you into his side the moment you reach him.

Your hands are shaking, but you have no control over them as your fingers curl in his white t-shirt, clinging to him. To your surprise, the arm around your shoulders hugs you closer in response, thumb caressing you.

“Thanks for making sure she got home safely,” he tosses over his shoulder, managing to make the simple sentence sound like an insult, tone bordering on patronizing, while he turns on his heel, marching you both inside.

“I-I’m so sorry,” you’re rushing to say the moment the front door shuts behind you two, Touya’s arm still wrapped firmly around you.

He looks down at you coldly. “Don’t you dare pull shit like that again,” he tells you, eerily calm voice forcing spikes of icy dread up your spine. He pauses for a moment, letting his words sink in as his eyes bore into yours. “You had me worried sick,” he breathes out then, squeezing you again. You’re surprised in the sudden change of tone, feeling your chest swell at the thought of him fretting over you, a small smile gracing your lips.

“I…I did?”

Touya’s eyebrows furrow, as if he’s offended at your questioning, mood morphing in the span of a second. “Of course you fucking did,” he spits like you’re stupid, arm dropping. “Do you ever check your phone?”

“Wh-What?”

Touya rolls his eyes. “Check your phone,” he calls out airily as he begins walking into the kitchen, shaking his head a little, disappointment rolling off him in waves.

Hastily fishing your phone out of your bag, you’re astonished to see eight texts from him and three missed calls. You scroll through the texts quickly, each one making you feel more nauseous than the next. ‘Is everything okay? You should’ve been home by now’; ‘Please answer me, princess, you’re making your niichan nervous’; ‘Where are you? Answer my fucking calls already’. Guilt turns sour in your mouth and you hurry after him.

“I-I really am s-so sorry,” you force the words out, unsure as to why there are suddenly tears stinging your eyes. He isn’t even doing anything—his back is facing you as he nonchalantly begins brewing a pot of coffee.

But the thought of him being upset with you, of losing his approval, sends a sharp pain searing through your chest.

“Are you?” he asks, and although his voice holds no malice in it, it causes your whole body to stutter with a harsh breath.

“Yes,” you whimper out, latching onto his arm and tugging in an attempt to draw his eyes to yours, to see how regretful you are, the remorse written across your face. “I should’ve…That was so careless and inconsiderate of me,”

“It was,” he agrees simply, voice still light, as if he’s discussing something as mundane as the weather. “But you’ll never do it again, right?”

“Right,” you agree readily, breathing out the word before you even realize what you’re agreeing to.

“Tell niichan you’ll never worry him like that again,” he finally looks over at you.

“I-I’ll never worry you like that again, niichan, I pr-promise,”

His eyes hold yours for what feels like eons, before he finally twists his arm out of your grasp, instead wrapping it around you and tugging you against his body. You stay staring up at him, eyes wide and obedient, breath bated as you wait for your next order, so pliant and ready to serve him.

“Good,” he whispers, eyes finally softening, and you feel like you can breathe properly again. His free hand cups your face, thumb running along your lips, then your chin, then your jaw. “You want to be good for me, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Of course,” you respond instantly. Later, you’ll lay awake in your bed, feeling ashamed by your actions, by how readily captivated you were with him, by how easily he was able to manipulate you with those sapphire eyes and that rough voice—

But in that moment, you’ll do anything to pull that little smile from him, anything to hear him tell you you’re good. You just want to be good.

Something dark and primal flashes in those gorgeous eyes as they gaze down at you, a small grin spreading across his face. “Of course,” he repeats softly.

✰ ✰ ✰

He begins to trust you more. You meet his friends, each one terrifying in their own right. Jin is alright, although his brain is fried from drugs, and he talks to and contradicts himself a lot, earning the nickname Twice from Tomura.

Tomura horrifies you to your very core—a tall, lanky man with sunken red eyes and sickly pale skin who looks like he’s one bad day away from death—and Touya tells you very sternly to stay away from him.

A university student not unlike yourself, Keigo is your favourite. Keigo is the most normal, with his wild blonde hair and enticing gold eyes that always look like they’re playfully holding the secrets of the universe just out of your grasp.

Keigo’s brain is always going a hundred miles a minute, although you’d never guess it with his trademark lazy drawl, speaking as if he hasn’t got a care in the world. But he can always keep a conversation going, knows exactly what to say to avoid awkward silences or lulls in the discussion, and you appreciate that. You think he’s so cool—he has so much knowledge about the oddest things, everything and anything, ‘a walking encyclopedia’, Tomura calls it, and it fascinates you to no end.

It’s the speed, Touya tells you one night while you’re laying on the couch, your body on top of his, the pads of his fingers dragging down your back in rhythmic strokes. Speed is Keigo’s drug of choice, you find out. Speed is the reason why Keigo knows as much as he does.

“Sometimes he doesn’t sleep for days,” Touya says. “That’s how he has all the time to memorize everything he knows—though that big overactive brain of his plays a part in it, too,”

The thought inexplicably makes your heart sink in your chest, and you don’t say anything else. If Touya notices your shift in mood, he doesn’t mention it. You idly wonder what Touya’s drug of choice is, but you’re too scared of the answer to ask.

✰ ✰ ✰

It’s only a few nights later when you wake with a violent jolt, breathing laboured as you absentmindedly press your palm to your chest, trying in vain to calm your racing heart.

A nightmare.

You sit in silence for a moment, listening to the sound of your own harsh breaths echoing off the walls and debating what to do next. A minute later, you swing your legs over the side of the bed, wincing when your bare feet touch the cold hardwood, and pad down the hallway.

You try to trick yourself into believing that you aren’t using this purely as an excuse to spend the night with him. It really was so scary, you reason with yourself, it really has made you all shaken up…

Who are you kidding? You didn’t even attempt to go back to sleep.

You’ve been in his room plenty of times now—sitting daintily on his bed as he introduces you to new music, new movies, new books. Stuff that reminds him of you, he says, stuff that he thought you might be interested in. You’re grateful for it; there are so many things you’ve learned in the short time you’ve known him.

That isn’t all, though. There’s no denying the warmth that spreads through your body, that tiny excited flutter in your chest, when he calls your name and interlaces your fingers, leading you toward his room and telling you he’s got something to show you.

Yes, you’ve been in his room plenty of times now. But this is the first time you spend the night in his bed.

He’s still up, soft golden light leaking from under his closed bedroom door. Your hand quivers a little as you lift it to rap your knuckles against the wood. He appears in the doorway a moment later, leaning against the frame in a black t-shirt that looks like it’s a size or two too small for him, riding up to reveal a teasing sliver of milky skin, tips of his hipbones jutting out from the waistband of his plaid pajama pants.

“Princess? What is it?”

You didn’t realize you were staring, and you jump a little at his gravelly voice.

“Oh. I, um—Well, I just…had a nightmare a-and I can’t sleep,”

You can barely look him in the eyes as you say it, your cheeks burning. You both know it’s a lie.

But he plays along.

“Aw, baby,” he coos, drawing you into his arms, into his room, into his bed.

“You’re trembling,” he murmurs as he turns on his side to face you, propping his head up with a hand. “Poor thing. Was it a bad one?”

Your mouth feels like its been stuffed with cotton, rendering you incapable of speech, tongue dry and sluggish. You nod in response, heat seeping into your cheeks again at just how loudly your heart is thumping while you roll onto your side. There’s only a few inches of space between your bodies now, his hot breath fanning across your face as he speaks again.

“Do you want niichan to help you forget about it?”

The question hangs heavy in the air, and you suck your bottom lip into your mouth, eyes searching his. Your thighs squeeze together at the way his voice has dropped an octave, low and husky, familiar heat pooling in the depths of your belly. He waits patiently, lifting a hand to caress your cheek, then runs his fingertips down your bare arm, goosebumps following.

Finally, you nod. You think you see the corners of his lips quirk up into the slightest hint of a smirk, but you blink, and it’s gone.

“Here,” he whispers, hooking an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. Hand cupping your jaw, he tilts your face up and slots his mouth against yours.

You’ve kissed before, of course—in his bed, in yours, on the living room couch, on the kitchen counter with his hips shoved between your thighs—but this…this feels different.

These are kisses with intent, with purpose, with a goal in mind. These are kisses that keep you distracted—slow, soft, messy with saliva—as his hand slips down your body and between your thighs.

Your gasp breaks the kiss, wide eyes blinking up at him then fluttering shut as he brushes a knuckle against your clit. He hushes you, nimble fingers spreading your folds before he drags them up your slit, huffing out a laugh at how wet you already are.

“Were you thinking about something naughty before?” he gasps mockingly, sliding the pads of his fingers back down as he speaks.

His hand withdraws from your shorts and he orders you to lift your hips, tugging the waistband down your thighs. You squirm a little, forcing them further down your legs until you free yourself of them completely, eyes gazing up at him again, awaiting your next command.

Legs part dutifully as his hand travels back down to the apex of your thighs, pushing a finger into your soaking pussy.

It’s slow at first, thrusting leisurely with his middle finger a few times and loosening you up a little before adding his ring finger. Sapphire eyes watch his motions, captivated by how your eager little cunt sucks his fingers in selfishly.

“Look at that, huh?” he breathes, looking down at you. “Such a pretty little pussy you’ve got,”

You open your bleary eyes to peer at yourself, mesmerized by the way his fingers are pumping in and out of you, glistening in the dim light of his bedroom. He curls his fingers and you inhale sharply, hips twitching toward his palm.

“Oh?” he chuckles darkly, knuckles nudging the spot again. “Did niichan find something, baby?”

You don’t know, you’re not sure, you try to tell him, but all you can seem to manage is pathetic little whines while you nod your head.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” he’s asking as the pads of his fingers tap against that spot, your entire body jolting.

“Y-Yes,” you whimper out, a little breathlessly. “But it’s never felt like this,”

“Aw, baby,” he coos, and it’s so condescending. “Then you weren’t doing it right, sweetheart,”

He quickens his pace, chuckles at the way you try to desperately fuck yourself on his fingers at such an awkward angle.

“Poor little thing, can’t even get herself off properly,” he tsks. “You need your niichan to do it for you, don’t you?”

Soft whines spill from your throat as you nod eagerly, your stomach coiling tightly.

“One day,” he breathes, curling his fingers with a vengeance this time, your hips rolling up off the mattress. “When we have the time, I’ll teach you how to make yourself feel so good,”

He’s talking too much. You want to tell him this, tell him to shut the hell up, but every time you try to speak he presses the heel of his palm to your clit and grinds against it, effectively scattering all of your thoughts, soft mewls of niichan the only sound escaping your lips.

Can’t deny his voice is fucking hot though, a form of foreplay all on its own.

And he knows this, can read you like a goddamn book, especially when he’s got his fingers two knuckles deep inside of you. He can feel it, he tells you. You don’t even need to speak; he can feel your thoughts when his voice drops an octave and your cute little hole flutters, when he chuckles and your pussy clenches around his fingers—a slut for his voice, aren’t you?

“Pretty baby, you can’t do anything but nod dumbly, can you? Been fucked stupid by my fingers alone, huh?”

Your head barely moves, lost all control of your body by this point, only able to whimper in response.

“Gonna come all over my fingers, pretty girl?” the knuckle of his thumb begins grazing your clit in quick strokes. “C’mon, make a mess for niichan,”

And it’s pathetic, how quickly your body obeys. Your pussy squeezes once, twice, three times and you’re gushing all over his fingers, juices collecting in his palm, running down his wrist. You’re embarrassed—you’ve never cum that much before, have you?

Breathing still ragged, you nuzzle into his sheets, partially hiding your face from him. Nothing could hide the involuntary grin that forms on your lips, though. Arms snake under your boneless body, tugging a bit.

“Oh no, baby, we aren’t done yet,” Touya’s saying while he hoists you up, letting you lean heavily against him.

Head tilting in confusion, your glazed eyes find his. “Wh-What?”

He looks down at his lap and your gaze follows, a tiny whimper slipping past your lips at the bulge straining against his pants. “Doesn’t niichan deserve a nice reward for helping you forget that scary dream?”

Eyes darting back to his, you nod slowly, whispering out, “Yes. But—But…” But you’re hesitant; you’ve never done anything like this before. Shaking hands reach for the waistband of his pants, beginning to pull them down but freezing when the head of his cock peeks out.

Touya sighs. “Come on, you wanna be a good girl for niichan, don’t you?”

Of course. Of courses you do.

Then he wants you to touch him, he says. He’ll help you; he promises.

“But you gotta get it wet first,”

You ask how, and he laughs at you. “With your tongue, stupid,” he tells you.

He instructs you to kneel on the floor and you comply immediately, trembling legs folding beneath your body as you situate yourself between his knees. He inches forward on the bed a little, shuffling himself to the edge and caging you between his thighs. Bringing his cock close to your mouth, he taps the head against your closed lips.

They part instantly, obediently, his eyes flashing with something sinister as you take the head into your mouth and suck hesitantly, big eyes staring up at him waiting for approval.

He curses, his hips twitching ever so slightly, skin stretched taut over bony knuckles as a hand forms a fist in the sheets. Starting with kitten licks at first, the tip of your tongue barely touches him, tracing veins, then begins to gain more confidence as he groans a little, telling you what to you, that you’re doing good, so good for him.

Watching him through thick lashes, you have the audacity to look bashful as your tongue laves around the shaft, drenching it in saliva. A hand tangles in your hair and yanks, pulling you off his cock when he decides it’s sufficiently wet enough. Long fingers encircle your wrist, bringing your hand to form a fist around him.

“Like this,” he says, jerking your hand up and down.

You’re terrible at it, movements awkward and uncoordinated, but in that moment he doesn’t really care. He’s irritated a little, wondering out loud how anyone can be bad at handjobs while a large hand wraps around yours and forces you to speed up. Bad? Your heart sinks at the small three letter word, a hard lump forming in your throat, looking as though you may start crying.

But he cums quickly after that, ropes of searing hot white painting your cheeks and face. You watch him the entire time, panting a little, lips parted slightly and your tongue darts out to lick them, tasting him.

He laughs at your bitter reaction, and it’s such a patronizing sound.

“Don’t worry,” he says, collecting the cum off your face and forcing his fingers into your mouth. “Someday I’ll stuff your throat full of it.”

✰ ✰ ✰

You can no longer mention needing—no, wanting—anything around him anymore, because within the next few days it’s sitting pretty and perfect on your bed, propped up against your lace trimmed pillows.

He’s so good to you; you should be grateful you have such a generous niichan, one who eats you out and spoils you with gifts. You’re so spoiled.

And he tells you this, in the dead of night when you wake to find him shoving his cock into you, snarling a little at your soft whines of protest.

“Don’t be a brat,” he warns. Just be a good girl and take his cock. He does so much for you, can’t you be good for him?

Yes, yes, you want to be good for him, you want to be the best for him.

By this point you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve woken up in the middle of the night with his head between your thighs, prepping you to take him.

“Stay sleeping, baby,” he’ll tell you, words whispered into your hair as his cockhead nudges against your hole.

As if you could ever stay sleeping when only a few minutes later he’s pounding you into oblivion, large hand clasped over your mouth so tightly his blunt nails are digging into your cheek, so hard that it’s yanking your head back, neck beginning to ache.

He tells you to be quiet, “You don’t want anyone to hear, do you? Then we’d have to stop, and you don’t want that, right, sweetheart?”

You don’t, you whimper. Of course you don’t—you want whatever he wants, you want to be his perfect little baby, you want to be told how good you take his cock, the praise mumbled against your skin in a low, strained voice right before he fills you with cum.

✰ ✰ ✰

He disappears for a few days near the end of December. You have no idea where, Touya answering your curious texts with playful quips at first before he grows tired of it and tells you to stop fucking asking.

But eventually, he returns.

The front door slams shut and your body flinches with a jolt of excitement. Adrenaline spikes your blood when you hear his heavy boots colliding with the hardwood, getting louder, louder, louder…

He passes right by you, not glancing at you at all. Moments later, the sound of water hitting the tiled shower wall echoes down the hallway.

And you wait. Patiently, you wait, like the good little girl you are, not daring to move a muscle. Eventually he re-emerges, hair still damp, a few strands sticking to his neck.

With a groan, he collapses on the couch next to you, flopping his head into your lap and gazing up at you with glazed, blown sapphire eyes.

“You’re high,” you say softly, not accusatory, just an observation. He giggles a little.

“So what if I am?”

“What did you take?”

“Oh,” he gasps mockingly. “Oh no, baby, I can’t tell you that,”

Why? The question is burning on the tip of your tongue, and you can tell that he’s anticipating that to be your next response, but you bite down on your bottom lip, holding it in. You know his answer already, can practically hear his patronizing voice—Because good baby sisters aren’t supposed to know about stuff like this.

“Can I try some?” you ask instead.

All of the mirth fades from his eyes in an instant, and he moves in a flash despite his inebriated state, so quick you can barely tell what’s happening. His large hand wraps around your bicep in a bruising grasp, pulling you towards him as he sits up, his face an inch away from yours.

“Absolutely fucking not,” he spits, cobalt eyes blazing and voice rumbling against your chest. “And if I so much as catch wind that you’re using, have a mere feeling that you’ve tried it—even just once—I’ll slaughter you and the fucker you got it from. Do you understand me?”

Surprised tears spring into your eyes and you nod jerkily, body beginning to tremble as your breath gets caught in your throat. You want to tell him that you didn’t mean it, honest, you promise!; that you were just kidding around, you swear!, but you can’t, voice mangling itself with the hitched little breaths on the back of your tongue.

He growls at your silence, his grip around your arm tightening and you cry out, terrified that he might actually crush the bone with his bare hand.

“Say, yes Touya, I understand,”

“Y-Yes Touya, I understand,” you manage to stutter out, voice returning only at the command of a direct order, tears spilling over and rolling down your cheeks in pairs. His eyes search your face for a moment, his features contorted in fury, before he sneers at you, squeezing your arm once then roughly letting go, shoving you away from him.

You fall backward against the arm of the couch, heart thumping so vigorously you’re sure he can hear it. He groans, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, exasperated.

“Fuck,” he sighs, eyes opening to glare at the ceiling. “You’ve ruined my high,”

You stare at him, breath coming out in uneven huffs, clinging to the couch.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whisper, terrified to move lest you upset him more.

He’s silent for a moment, still staring up, until he lolls his head to the side, glancing at you through the corner of his eye. A small smirk spreads across his face.

“C’mere,” he says, nodding his head a little in indication.

“Wh-What?”

“C’mere,” he repeats. “Come make it up to me,”

Your body’s moving before you’ve given it permission to, crawling into his lap obediently, thighs on either side of his hips. His smirk widens, and you love it—you love how much control he has over you without even trying, you love the way a quiet whimper slips through your lips as his large hands begin kneading your flesh, running up your legs and grabbing your ass.

Lips trail up the column of your neck, and you tilt your head back, a silent plea for more. You can feel the way his lips curl into a grin against your skin, nipping at it a second later.

“So, how you gonna make it up to me? Huh?” he shifts his hips under you, pressing his hard cock into your clothed core. You whine a little, grinding against him.

“I’ve got a few ideas,” you breathe out while sharp teeth mar your collarbone.

“The hell you waiting for? Show me,”

You begin sliding down his body and he pushes on your shoulders, forcing you to your knees between his spread thighs. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, gaping pupils outlined by a thin ring of blue.

Holding his gaze, you lean forward with your pretty little tongue hanging out and begin licking along the straining bulge, tracing it slowly, the denim rough against your sensitive muscle. You relent though, lapping at his clothed cock in slow, long strokes, and his jeans are just thin enough for you to feel him pulse in response.

A giggle bubbles up past your lips, muffled by the denim, already beginning to feel heady as you pull simple reactions from him. Your mouth forms a cute little ‘o’ and you suck on him the best you can through his jeans, drooling all over his lap and soaking through the material.

The hand in your hair tightens into a fist, yanking hard and pulling your mouth away. “Stop fucking teasing,” he warns, a hint of something ominous in his voice.

You obey, because you always obey, tiny fingers working to quickly unbuckle his belt, pop the button, yank down the zipper. He aids you, lifting his hips and allowing you to tug his jeans down his thighs enough for his cock to spring out.

His own hand wraps around the shaft, you pausing mid-action as you reach for it.

“Open,” he demands, your dutiful lips parting immediately, letting him push his cock into the warm, wet cavern.

He sets a brutal, punishing pace from the start, refusing to give you a single moment to adjust. His other hand fists in your hair, forcing you to stay still as he rams his cock down your throat.

Reflexive tears burn your eyes, blurring your vision. You blink quickly to clear them, desperate to watch him, to catalogue all of his micro-expressions and the sound of his voice as he grunts out your name, to burn it into your mind, etch it into your very soul.

Touya’s head falls back against the couch, Adams apple bobbling with his rough whimpers, long neck and sharp collarbone on full display. If your mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied, you’d love to lick up his smooth skin, to trace the dips of his collarbone with your tongue and sign your name in brilliant splotches of blue and purple.

You’re gagging around his cock now, starting to feel lightheaded and struggling to inhale enough oxygen. The ache in your jaw is beginning to spread, but you ignore it, stretching your mouth open wider, to take more, to be good for him, to make him proud. It’s worth it for the hoarse, throaty moans you’re pulling from him, to hear your name shuddered out, followed by a breathy, “Fuck,”

He forces hot cum down your throat a moment later, and you choke on it, sputtering around his cock, throat spasming as it tries to force the foreign object out. He won’t let it, though. He holds your head in place, nose pressed against his pubic bone, and you can do nothing but take it, like a good little girl, like he tells you to.

But it’s all worth it. It’s all worth it, to hear his broken whines like that, to have him look down at you and pull your hair and tell you you’re good, so good for him.

And you’re sobbing by the end of it, gasping for air the moment he lets go of you, wheezing violently as your head collapses against his thigh.

“Did I—” you cough, voice raspy from having your throat fucked raw, “—Did I make it up to you, niichan?” you gaze up at him, eyelashes spiky with residual water. You’re the perfect picture of obedience, strands of hair stuck to your face where your salty tears have dried and swollen lips gleaming with saliva as you watch him with glittering eyes, waiting desperately for his praise.

He looks down at you, eyes devious and diabolical, chest heaving a little. “Of course you did,” he tells you, corners of his lips tugging up into a sharp smirk as you melt into him. “You always do, don’t you?”

#todoroki touya x reader #todoroki touya #dabi x reader #dabi smut #touya x reader #dabi may be a scumbag but he loves his momma #tomura baby i’m so sorry #promise u don’t horrify me at all oof #pls come horrify me more #christ if dabi isn’t touya we’re all gonna look like goddamn fools #a buncha clowns #anyway this is my first time posting something like this #n i haven’t written smut in an extremely long time #so pls be nice #actually u should always be nice #so pls be extra nice #no one beta’d this so there’s a good chance i’ll come back to it n revise it or whatever idk i’m just sick of looking at it rn #the ‘he talks too much’ is inspired by ch 271 w hawks where he’s all ‘he’ll keep talking’#dabi shut the fuck up challenge #prone to monologuing this boy is #also sorry abt the crazy sentences with a thousand commas #apparently now i’m oscar wilde w these run on sentences #idk i still kinda like em tho #i like oscar #tw pseudo-incest #tw noncon #tw dubcon #tw emotional manipulation #tw somnophilia #tw drugs

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keiarchived · 4 years ago

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hmm dark content...

thinking ab feral, rutting hawks. you’re just a cute girl he saw at a coffee shop a week before his rut, who unfortunately bumped into him, his sharp nose picking up your pheromones. he can’t stop thinking about you, can’t stop himself as he follows you back to your apartment and breaks in through the window at night, can’t stop when he peels back your covers and sees your bare legs...

I’m still living in rut!Hawks thots KANSJSNS thank you for this because yes— brrrrrr

Tw: rut!Hawks, stalking, predator & prey kink, break in and entering, noncon, somnophilia

You were in too much of a rush that day to recognise who you bumped into, a short but rememberable apologise was given as you lowered your bed head slightly before dashing off again. But one thing you do remember is those shades of scarlet at the corner of your eyes, a shame you didn’t have the time to stop and stare. If only you had seen the way Keigo’s eyes sharpens at your sweet and intoxicating scent, it was brief but god did it make him hard. You should consider yourself lucky for getting away that time, otherwise the winged hero might just have to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you right there and then.

It was hard for the poor man to try and focus on anything whilst the only thing on his mind is you, of course, Keigo had already dug up any information the commission has on you and no doubt he had already jerked off a few times to your pictures as well as the thought of finally having you beneath him.

Keigo knows he should be taking those suppressers given by the lab but it’s a little too late now, not when he has caught his mate’s sweetest scent and all he could think of is to breed that cute little hole of yours. As his rut approached quicker and quicker, the final restraint Keigo had of himself snapped.

You should’ve changed your locks to the balcony especially when it is broken, never in a million years did you think Hawks; the number two hero would sneak into your room in the middle of the night. Scarlet wings stretched to make his form even more intimidating as those yellow eyes stare right at your bare legs. Peaking out of those soft covers as a soft groan slipped between your lips, you’ve been waiting for him, haven’t you?

Tracing over your skin with ghostly touch as he peeled away the covers, only to be greeted by your naked form sprayed so nicely against the sheets. Every curve and every dip, makes Keigo growl lowly. He is careful with his movement, spreading your legs and taking a notice of the way a cute frown spread across your features before burying his face between and licks at your folds. Earning sweet mewls from those plush lips, even when you’re unconscious your arousal is obviously. Body squirming and shifting slightly whilst Keigo flicked his tongue at your clit, just enough to get you ready for him.

“God... fuck, look at you...” He muttered under his breath, pulling away to undo the front of his pants. Giving himself a few hard strokes before another growl emerged, how can he deny someone who’s laid here so defenceless and innocent like you? Keigo’s hips shudder as soon as he slipped his cock inside of your warm cunt, grunting before he finally set a steady pace. He didn’t want to wake you up just yet, he needed a release before breeding your properly. He wants to see the horror on your face as you wake up to a winged monster fucking you, making you feel so good and how you couldn’t stop creaming around him.

It’s a good thing Keigo have quick reflex, covering your mouth as soon as he saw those eyes flutter open before he leans down and cooed. “It’s alright, don’t worry, dove. I’m gonna take good care of you.”

You would let the poor man take a pair of your panties with him by the end of this, wouldn’t you?

Tagging @cherrytenko @m-mortimer @luvkeigo come suffer with me

#bnha imagines #bnha smut #mha smut #mha imagines #hawks x reader #hawks smut #keigo x reader #keigo smut #cheshire goes feral #keigo thirst 🐥#tw’noncon #tw’stalking #tw’rut #tw’somno #tw’predator and prey #GOD FUCK I MISSED WRITING SCUMBAG KEIGO #feeling much better now that I’ve got scumbag keigo out of my system

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vixenpen · 4 years ago

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Just Relax For Me, OK? (Scumbag! Hawks x (f) Reader)

(Hoevember Day 10 Free Day)

(Trigger warnings: coercion, power dynamics, manipulation)

(Art by: @kadeart)

He requested me specifically. Not ‘his people’ or his management; Hawks requested me out of all the candidates.

The very thought had you shook. You had only answered the ad seeking ‘new talent’ on a total whim not expecting to get it. Yes, You were cute in your opinion, but you didn’t think you were exceptional or exceptionally lucky enough to get the call back. Yet the email lingered at the back of your mind.

Y/n-San, I hope this email finds you well (although I guess the email doesn’t have a choice, now does it? 😂)

I was impressed with your headshots, and I think you would be perfect for the shoot. If interested respond as soon as possible.

Best,

Hawks

The man had sent you a personal email. He had invited you to be his leading lady himself. You nearly fainted when you got the email. Needless to say after an hour of research to ensure it wasn’t a joke or a scam you promptly emailed back to accept.

That was what led you here: Room 1 on the tenth floor. You were about to have a Photoshoot with the number two hero.

It felt surreal when you finally knocked on the door, but you sobered you quickly when a deep, playful voice sang back: “Come innn.”

A pair of lazy golden eyes sparkled at you as you entered. His deep red wings flexed as he gave a slow, smile.

“Hey there, kid.” He stood.

Your eyes widened. You had never seen him in civilian clothes. He had a little bit more muscle on him than you realized. He was by no means a big man, but he was fit and toned. Lithe muscles flexed beneath his Brooks Brother’s button down shirt, and his large hands were stuffed into his khaki trousers.

You were so taken aback by his casual appearance that you didn’t even notice the way his amber gaze caressed your curves, slowly and appreciatively.

“Enjoying the scenery?” He asked, laughter lacing his tone. “I know I sure am.”

The comment snapped you out of your trance.

“Oh! Gosh I’m sorry. I’ve just never seen you outside of your hero costume much, it’s...different. I mean you look amazing! You always do but—“

Shut up, y/n, just shut the fuck up.

So you snapped your mouth shut while the blonde man threw his head back and laughed. He gave you the sexiest smise (smile eyes) you’d ever had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of. Then He stepped closer, closing the space between you two.

“Well, I’m glad my leading lady approves.” He hummed.

Get your thoughts together, girl.

“Of course. But I was wondering, where is everyone else?”

“Well considering I set up this little meeting two days ahead of time I’m going to assume they’re all at their respective houses.”

“Two days?! Wait so the shoot—“

“Is two days from now. Ain’t I little shit?” He laughed. It was a bright, full sound that made the corner of his eyes crinkle, and despite your own confusion, you couldn’t help, but chuckle too.

“I would say; a lovable scamp,” you joked. “But, why would you ask me to come if it was just going to be the two of us.?“

The blonde fought against a smirk. It was cute how naive you were. It was a good thing Hawks had scooped your fine ass up out of the pile of headshots. Clearly, you were going to need his guidance.

“To help ease your mind a little, y/n. You’re new to all this, right?” He gestured around the studio.

“Uhh, yeah, I am.”

“I can’t imagine shooting an ad with a pro hero as your first job is easy on your nerves.” He gave you a little pouty little smile. Jesus this man was pretty.

You giggled nervously. “The number two pro in Japan at that, sir.”

“Eh,” he gave a dismissive little wave. “Whose counting?” Then he reached out to give your arms a gentle squeeze, his eyes pierced yours, fixing you in place, and you gasped a bit. It wasn’t a predatory look, but it was intense and demanding of your full attention.

“The important thing, kid, is that you’re comfortable with me. Understand?”

Flabbergasted, you nodded. It seemed to appease the avian hero because his serious expression melted into a friendly smile.

“Good, besides, I don’t bite...unless you ask me to, that is.” He added in a low voice.

Despite the friendliness in his face, something about the comment made your sex heat up for just a moment. But you didn’t have time to dawdle on that, before Hawks led you to one of the red couches in the room.

“Come on, let’s chat. I just wanna see where your head is at, Little Birdie, make sure you can really handle yourself in front of a camera.”

Your heart hammered at the nick name. “That’s sweet of you, I appreciate it.”

Hawks smiled. “So did you always wanna be a model?”

“No. I wanted to be a university student, but school is expensive and...well...money is hard to keep with the way things cost now a days.” You explained with a shrug. “But Jesus, I’m so excited! I can’t believe I’m getting to meet my idol,” you gushed, “I’ve seriously been a fan of you forever, and—oh, I’m gushing, aren’t I?” You frowned. “I’m so sorry.”

The blonde just chuckled, propping an arm up on the couch around you.

“It’s alright, y/n, I picked you out of all the other girls that entered.” He cocked a brow in a cheeky little smirk. “You could say I’m a fan of you too.” He placed his free hand on your knee and gave it a squeeze. “You’re gonna be amazing at this.” His fingers trailed up your thigh a bit before stopping.

Your wings gave an involuntary twitch at his praise.

“And those,” he nodded towards the appendages, “are going to photograph beautifully.”

“I don’t know about all that,” you shrugged, laughing a little, “but I’m gonna try my best.”

“Uh Uh,” he gave your knee a little shove, “you’re going to be the best. Here, stand up,”

Puzzled, you looked at his outstretched hand before grabbing it. He pulled you to your feet. You heart revved as he pulled you flush against his chest, and kept an arm wrapped around your waist.

“I’m gonna show you what I see when I look at you, y/n, and what the camera is gonna see as well. Are you wearing anything underneath this?” He asked.

“Excuse me?” Your cheeks burned. “Why?!”

He gave you an amused look as if you’d asked something ridiculous.

“Because, this is going to be a lingerie shoot, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable if you’re naked under this.”

“Oh...I—yes I am.”

Of course you knew this shoot called for lingerie. The shoot had specified ‘intimate.’ Why were you so shocked?

Quit being such a head case in front of him!

“Take off your clothes, Little Birdie.” He directed.

You paused.

Hawks must have sensed your hesitation because he let out another breezy laugh and added: “if it makes you feel any better, I’ll do the same, look.”

Once again that arresting look of his held you hostage. He kept his hooded eyes on you as he unbuttoned his shirt, slowly slipping it off. He was definitely more muscular than you had originally realized.

Your eyes slid down to where his hands had begun unfastening his belt. It clanked as it collapsed to the ground. He didn’t take off his pants fully, but they now sat low on his trim hips exposing a dark blonde happy trail, and a v-cut that disappeared into a pair of red boxer briefs.

The avian licked his lips. There was a cocky gleam in his eye as he watched you drink in his body shamelessly.

“Your turn, Little Birdie.” He coaxed.

Well, if Hawks could do it, you could too, right?

So you eased out of your tank top and slipped off your jeans, exposing your barely covered flesh in the strappy black and red silk lingerie.

Hawks let out a satisfied; “Mmm,” as his eyes swept over you. “Perfect. Come on, let me show you something.”

He led you to the white backdrop surrounded by studio lights and camera; guiding you to stand on a black X directly in front of a camera.

He sidled you behind you, keeping his strong arms around your waist, then he gently folded your body forward.

Oh...this is...what is this?

As you struggled to formulate coherent thoughts, you felt the man’s soft lips against your ear. There was amusement in his voice as he mumbled: “I feel that heart of yours going a mile a minute, baby bird,” he chuckled. “Relax mama. I got you, ok?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as his low, soothing voice rolled down your spine. You slowed your breathing.

“I know it’s nerve wracking, baby bird,” he hummed in your ear. “Imma take care of you, though, ok?”

His hands were warm and rough and sliding along your supple skin. He pulled your hips towards his, grinding you into his crotch. Your wings twitched involuntarily. Hawks sighed

“Shit,” you whispered, as your ass pressed into his groin.

He felt so good. So strong and self assured.

“That’s it, Angel.” He practically purred. “Just relax, babe. I wanted you for this,” his fingers trailed up your stomach. From the corner of your eye, you see his red wings wrap around you.

His lips were pressing into your neck now.

“You’re so beautiful. If you‘re not feeling your sexy self by the time we shoot tomorrow I’m gonna make you feel it.”

His fingers were caressing the undersides of your breasts now, teasing at their softness.

“Hawks,” you gulped, “are you sure...it’s ok to be doing this? I don’t know how I feel about this.”

“Aww,” he tilted your face towards his own with a soft touch. “Of course it’s ok, beautiful. We’re just practicing, yeah?”

“But...it doesn’t feel like...like...”

“Like what, baby bird?” His wings fanned the air lazily as they cacooned you both. “Like practice? Oh but it is.”

He clutched your hand and slid it up between your breasts, his much larger one engulfed it. “Feel how your heart beat has slowed? Hm? The way your breath has evened out. You’re so much more relaxed now, aren’t you?”

“Yesss,” you sighed, but honestly it was because you were so turned on.

His clothed knee pried it’s way between your legs slightly, giving your burning sex something to grind on.

“See? I knew you could do it.” He smiled. “If you’re going to be a model, you have to know how to be cool under any circumstance, you know? For example. If the director wants us to get a little more Intimate, like this,” his long fingers dipped below your skimpy panties and brushed just above your clit. “You’ll have to keep calm and let me, won’t you?”

“I—I guess so, but,” you bit your lip and moaned as Hawks suddenly pressed his knee harder against your cunt.

“And when they tell you to touch me, like this,” his other hand reached around to wrap your fingers around the erection poking through his pants. You could feel a damp spot from the Pre that had leaked through.

“Would...would they really expect all this?” You asked. This felt so...wrong? But fuck did it feel good.

“Of course, Baby, it’s all apart of the job. That’s why what we’re doing is so important.”

Without warning, his fingers dipped between the soaked lips of your sex, breaking the quiet intimacy as you moaned with sudden pleasure.

“Fuck,” Hawks groaned. His fingers swam in your tight, wet cunt, flexing for that perfect spot. “Feels good doesn’t it, baby bird?“

Your pussy smacked from the three long digits plunging into it and every time Hawks worked his fingers your round ass grinded against his flexing dick.

“This, Hawksss-ah fuck!—this-we shouldn’t be doing this...”

“Oh, Angel,” he cooed, “it’s alright. You want this job, don’t you?”

“Yesss,” you groaned. “Yes I do.”

“It’s an amazing opportunity isn’t it?”

“It is.” You squeezed his manhood as his thumb began to press your clit. The pleasure spiking through out your body made your wings twitch against his hard, bare chest.

He moaned. “Working with me could lead to many more opportunities, Little Birdie, so long as you learn how to go with the flow. Understand?”

Swallowing hard you nodded.

“Good girl. I’m gonna take care of you, baby bird. Tomorrow and every shoot afterward.”

There was something smug in his heady voice, he spun you to face him, and two vermillion feathers detached from his wings. Your eyes followed them as they hooked into the hem of your panties and slid them down.

“Wait—Hawks. Do you expect me to—“

“I expect you to be professional, Baby bird.” He cut in, hands squeezing and massaging your thick ass. Without warning he scooped your body up and had your thighs around his waist. “You’re going to be a good little leading lady, aren’t you?” He smirked.

You fingers dug into the skin surrounding his wing joints as you held on. Your eyes were wide with surprise and hazy with desire. Fuck! you wanted this man, but this was a lot—even for you.

“I do want to do a good job.” You agreed.

“Oh you will, baby.” He lowered you against his straining dick.

“Fuck...” your head snapped back.

One hand remained on your ass cheek while another slid up below your wings, the pad of his thumb circled the skin there making you coo in satisfaction.

“God damn, Birdie. I promise, this is going to open doors for you.”

He was lowering you again, this time you felt the tip of him press between your folds.

“Wouldn’t you like that? To work for me? To be my go-to girl. My little muse?”

His wings stretched wide, catching the bright studio lights in your periphery. Your gaze, however, remained on those smoldering golden irises with their slitted black pupils.

“I would like that, Hawks.” You whispered back, your fingers stroked his feathery blonde hair.

“Ohhh,” he groaned out as he slipped your juicy pussy down on his length. “I bet you would like that, Birdie.” His wings flapped as you cried out in ecstasy.

The lights became blurred as your eyes screwed shut, and then you were in the air. Hawks held your ass firm in both hands. Every flap of his wings made you bounce along his thick member and sent delicious ecstasy shooting through your body.

Behind you, your own wings were flapping as well, as if trying to match his pace. He was gazing at you with a mix of lust and admiration.

“God, you’re fucking sexy. You’re gonna be my little muse—my little love bird, aren’t you? I’ll mold you into the perfect model. Fuckkk!”

He sighed at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. He knew you would feel amazing. The minute he saw those headshots, he knew he had to have you in more ways than one. His sharp canines found your neck and bit into the flesh.

“H-Hawks!”

“Don’t worry, baby, we’ll cover it tomorrow. I’m going to take care of everything for my little muse. Fuck! Ahh god, you feel fuuucking good.”

His balls smacked against you. The friction of his pelvis brushed against your swollen clit making your cunt convulse in pleasure. Ecstasy kept crashing over you in shock waves.

“Ohh fuck, Hawks, god-ahhh-shii!”

Your pussy creamed around the hard dick pummeling into it.

“Yeah, my little model. Pretty, little birdie.” He praised.

His wings seemed to work faster and harder making you bounce even harder. Hawks caught one of your hard nipples in between his teeth, tongue slipping around the bumpy areolas and flicking the bud.

“Oh my godddd, oh my fuck—“

Your pussy flexed around his dick as your orgasm washed over you.

“Shhh fuccckkk yes, y/n!” The blonde cried out, feeling your nails dig into the skin of his back.

You were no longer forming words as Hawks continued to bounce you on his twitching cock, sinking a finger into your asshole and adding more pressure. Another orgasm exploded over you. He kept bouncing you, his blonde bangs plastered to his sweat slicked forehead.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” he mumbled against your neck. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

You heard a couple studio lights topple over as his wings worked even harder towards his release, and when he came he came hard and hot and heavy.

His whole body tensed with the action and his head flung back. Christ. He was beautiful.

Slowly, he lowered the pair of you back on to the ground, still holding on to you.

Your mind was still swimming as Hawks pressed kisses up your throat until he reached your lips. Then he smirked.

“My little muse,” he mumbled between kisses, “I’m gonna mold you into the perfect little model. Promise.”

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