#tw:womb

[janshu]

Suffering from baby fever thoughts in between fics...

He's not sure why but all of a sudden Bakugo obsesses over the thought of having a baby.

Becoming silent when one of the Bakusquad or worse Deku brings theirs along and not in the "I shouldn't curse so I don't scare them" type of way but the quietness is disconcerting regardless of the reason.

Getting home from the get together the silence remains, normally he's grumbling about the stupidity he witnessed from Denki or groaning about Izuku but tonight? Nothing. He keeps giving you side-glances in the car and the hand on your thigh is more grippy than usual. A blush dusts his cheeks and his breathing is oddly heavier.

Then he pops the question...though its more of a telling of what's going to happen. "Wan' baby, m'need a baby."

That's how it begins, hauling you up by your thighs and pressing you into that disrespectful and helpless mating press he loves so much. His rough hands admire the squish of your belly and thighs in a way he hadn't before. He's by no means gentler, in fact he's rougher than usual. Desperate, needier. Sweat dripping down his forehead, muscles contracting, mouth spewing all the filth swimming in his mind. "M'gonna give ya my fuckin' kid. Gonna make ya nice n' swollen, fuckin'...hot, f-fuck.."

He's not going to stop until he's shooting blanks into your womb and he's satisfied with how full you feel from the inside. "I dare ya to have a negative test...cause if ya do...we ain't gonna stop this till you get those two little bars, Mama."

His smugness gets infinitely worse when he discovers that you're not only pregnant...but pregnant with twins. His twins, his babies. Only he the great Dynamite could do that right off the riff and he'll make sure everyone knows it.

[toots-senpai]

Hmmm could you do a scenario with Yandere! EJ where his S/O is being really defiant and trying to be more independent and so he ✨puts them in their place?✨ ;)

Stressful Overstimulation

Authors response: idk how to write defiance i think lol.. i think if i did write this wrong give me a couple voice thoughts from jack or the reader but i think i did his right...maybe there is not a lot of yandere here at all though i'm sorry

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: creepypasta

Pairing: eyeless jack x reader

Rating: R 18+

Word Count:3.3k

Warnings: tw:abuse, tw:womb fucking, overstimulation, monster/demon fucking, demon cock detail, fingering, blood mention's

MINORS DNI

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nsfw under the cut

You're a med student. You have absolutely no clue what the demon even saw in you. Jack is a very interesting man and he proves to show it every single day. Starting from the beginning of your relationship, he kidnaps you from your own med school while you were studying after hours and you end up full blown arguing like a married couple about your education. He keeps you in school and now you no longer live in a dorm but with a random demon you just met. I mean to be fair, he was like an addicting toxic poison. Like cigarettes for a stressed person, heroin for the suicidal. He was not good for you in the slightest but he was right about what he first said when you two met.

"You need me just like I need you. I'm gonna show you that you need me!" That was one of the fullest statements he's every made to you since then. Borish replies and cocky or down-right insulting statements made to you from left to right, every single day for the past four months. It's not as if he hates you or anything. Quite the contrary, he loves giving you little gifts here and there, he helps you with anything on the body and has even let you do your first surgery.. unfortunately on an un-willing patient. but as he said ;"that's what anesthesia is for.." .

He's helped you tremendously previously, in more ways than one. Recent nights are just arguing and just the other night, you guys passed the friend basis when he fingered your stress away out of the blue, and then strangely walked away. You were confused but, everything about Jack is unknown to you. It can be the most useful or the most tedious thing at times. Right now, it's not helping anyone. Mid-terms are here and he's quiet as he watches you. You can ask things and he will continue to ignore you while he looks borishly over your paper. You were frustrated by the end of the night, another un-responsive argument brewing as he just snarls and walks around and away from you with every statement, dodging everything you throw at him.

Couple of nights ago was the first time since he kidnapped you that he's touched you harshly. Grabbing you roughly by your chin and telling you quote "shut the fuck up" after another one of those random arguments. You haven't talked since then, continuing to study by yourself and locking yourself away in your bedroom away from Jack. It's one of the biggest presents Jack has given you. The bed much better than your dorm bed and the only thing you have to worry about it being Jack sleeping on it occasionally when you get home from class with your pillows tucked under his nose. Much better than the girls who threw milkshakes and ice cream on your bed for 'fun' and the prank or whatever they fucking said. A beautiful desk and the perfect dim of colored lights on the ceiling, much better than Jack's room from what you've seen. You've seen it from the outside once, looking in demonic shambles during the first time you've ever seen Jack fully pissed off. But you weren't able to look inside because of the sharp object that whizzed past your head that scared you back into your room that night. That was around first meeting him and it seems like he's calmed down a lot since then.

Besides the arguments he slouches and rests his posture around you. It's weird to say the least, but you are also strangely comfortable with him, maybe a bit too comfortable. You wonder how he eats, what he does during the times you're at school but you honestly don't have the time to focus on it. You're finally getting home at around 5. Classes dragging out longer than supposed to do to exams being on the following monday. You're exhausted and the girls in your dorm have recently been egging you on for no reason, purely for once again, the fun in it. You don't mention it as Jack comes to the bottom of the stairs with his silent greeting of his piercing glance. His mask is on and his height never seems to adjust to you. He's ducking his head under the door frame a bit as he walks over to you. Grabbing your bag and your coat and putting them up to hang. There's food on the stove but you can't bother to do anything but lie down on the couch, tired and re-collecting everything the professor and everyone gathered together today. You're silent as you hear Jack shuffle around the house, he turns on the shower and comes back to the kitchen shared living room just to look at the stove before looking at you.

"Ate?"

"No Jack. Not yet.."

The answer baffles him a bit as he shakes his head looking at the stove once more and then at you. From behind him the shower was empty but running steaming hot water, steam exiting the bathroom as you locked your eyes on him fully. He goes to bicker about food but you ask him for the shower instead and he grunts with disapproval but moved out of the way of the doorframe. It didn't take you long to jump at the opportunity. You relished in the hot water as you smelt the food probably being reheated for you. Is this what he did all day? Eat? You got out of the shower and opened the door only to be received with a plate of gorgeously plated food in front of you. Your stomach growls and all you can do is blush and go into your room with the plate, watching as Jack went back into the bathroom and cleaned up after you. He wasn't a clean freak but there were a couple places of the house you would catch him cleaning around.

One of them being the beautiful potted orchid on your windowsill. The flower and your room being free of any dust or mildew was comfortable, the window clean and the one flower growing beautifully. Jack interrupts your sight seeing and opens the door, shoving your dirty clothes into the hamper and taking the hamper out, leaving the door open. You thought about closing it but you weren't in the mood to debate something petty with Jack. This was a good move because he came in and laid next to you slightly watching you eat while he drifted to sleep. He passes out quickly and you're able to eat and get most of your studying done before he wakes back up. Rubbing your legs lovingly while he lays extremely close to you. Holding your body to his chest, cool skin rubbing against the warmth of your skin. He could be loving, horny or anything this moment but the dick he is, already going to correct your mistakes when he looks at your paper. It's not long before he walks out annoyed and going back to sleep in his room when you start asking him questions about you being wrong.

He's no help to you at all like this. Always trying to correct you and honestly getting in the way of your own personal progress. You went to sleep angry that night and woke up and immediately went back to studying. Opening your eyes just to roll over and read your notes over and over again. Not even bothering to step out of the room from Jack's heavenly smelling breakfast. You can already tell he probably went out of his way this morning as an apology but you can't pay attention to him. You can do this yourself, revise your own mistakes and whatever else you needed to fix. Jack was slightly right about some of your mistakes yesterday but all he wants you to do anyways is re-write it over and over again until it's the way he likes, the way he knows is write. You do just well reading it by yourself.

Jack steps in, his breakfast drafting through the room making you hungry. He passed the plate to you and you sighed placing the plate next to you as you sat against the wall that your bed was placed on. Your eyes travel through all of your writing but they don't miss the frown or his clenched fist before he grabs your plate from last night. He looks at you for a second before he walks out, coming back with a fork, brows furrowed as he looks at you.

"Eat, please." He says before tapping his fingers on your inner thigh near your stomach. "I can smell how hungry you are and it's pissing me off." He states before poking at your empty stomach. You push his hand away and scowl at him.

"Stop focusing on me then.. I can handle myself you know." He looks at you blankly before walking out, completely. Front door closing with the wind of the stormy day. He wasn't back until nighttime. You felt bad after the silence of the entire day that you had picked up on his cleaning from the morning and even ate his food. When he came home you already had made yourself something and he puts down the bags of takeout he had gotten next to the door and just walks to his room. Trailing water as he trudges his way down the hallway, almost as if he was exhausted. The door clicks shut and you focus your attention back on the food and your notes. By the time you're done eating Jack is going into the bathroom behind you.

You stand and pick up the takeout, putting it away for later consumption. You were originally going to go back to your room, but curiosity will always get the better of you anyways. Jack's door being wide open and blood spilling from underneath some soaked rained and bloody clothes on the floor. Though the blood isn't what intrigued you but instead it was his bed sheets, his bed in general. The beautiful blue blankets that were extremely soft to the touch and his massive bed is on the bed with a beautiful headboard. Claw marks against the paint, a dusty chandelier, paintings of the human body with what seemed like real blood and glasses of preserved organs on the shelf. The real room of a killer, a cannibal, perhaps someone with bad body aches? His bed soft as you sink into it with just your hands. It would be a crime to not take this opportunity to flop on his bed, so you did. Sinking into the soft foam of his bed with your body only half way on it.

This bed, was so much more comfortable than you imagined and it made you tired a bit. His bed was much better than yours and his bed also had a specific smell to it. One that slowly dug itself into your panties and made your pussy throb slightly, making your throat dry and heating your body with perverted embarrassment. You climbed up on his bed all the way and laid down on his pillows, the smell rich along with the smell of a faint cologne. You sat back up and looked to the left at the cologne bottle only to snap your head to the right hearing the door to the bathroom open. 'oh shit..'

You had only a couple of seconds of planning what you were gonna say to him while you tried to get off the bed but all of those thoughts were ripped away when he walked into the room naked. You snapped your head up to look at him and bit your lip, even more embarrassed.

"I'm s-sorry." You mumbled, a bit star struck at Jack's beautiful torso. Your eyes were locked on his eyes but your peripheral drank in Jack's lean abs, his grey demonic skin, the trail that led down elsewhere, the scars from probably victims trying to get away from him. You shifted your knees underneath you, fear and shame burning through your veins.

"For what?" He states more than asking a question. He's watching you closely, keeping his eyes locked on your small frame, you're shifting with some emotion he hasn't seen of you until now. He's trying not to think of the situation sexually but you're making it too easy to see your body when you're shifting 'nervously' like that. The nightgown you wore to bed sagging a bit off your tits, your knees tucked under for the support, the bruise on your neck from earlier this week, your smell penetrating his room, his bed like a toxin, he is having a desperate attempt of trying to contain himself. He wishes he didn't walk in here naked but the clothes he had were soaked in blood on the floor and his clean clothes were in the dryer he honestly thought you were still studying. Fresh harvest was untouched and not even noticed by you, the blood slipping from underneath the soaked clothes going to leak onto his feet before he walks towards you.

He can feel your warmth radiating on his cool body and if the bed wasn't there you could probably see his dick rising just from him watching your uneven breathing, confidence and adrenaline begging him to take you right here. All perched so pretty for him to harass.

"Being in your room-"You say shifting him back to reality.

"It's like you're asking for this..-" He mutters.

"Asking for what?" You counter and he stops looking at you while shifting his glance to lock onto your shifting thighs. He can smell your cunt leaking, you would want this if he went for it but your voice booms above him. "I mean, i'm sorry I just wanted to apologize from earlier. I was rude...." you drag out. A bit concerned for your safety, he replies with a hum as you both sit in each other's presences for a second. The air becoming tense, thick. Jack was desperately trying to hold himself back and you were confused at his silence as you watch him carefully. He kneels down over the bed and lays on your thighs. What you think is innocent is actually Jack smelling your arousal, with every shift of yours, he can tell he's affecting that little voice in your head that's telling you to spread your legs open for him. You love to play fucking dumb with him, he's losing his grip, he really fucking hates you at the moment. You on the other hand were scared and awkwardly aroused by the naked man in front of you sighed as you rubbed his head as he laid in your lap. A purr escaped his throat and vibrated into your folds through your thighs. You do your best to conceal the moan but all you diminish it to was a frustrated whimper that had him shooting up to his full height.

He grabs you by your neck and makes you look up at him, his frame still towering even over his big ass bed as he's pulling you up off of your knees. "Give me... a proper apology Y/n." He says and you both finally break. Bodies heating up and your pupils dilating a bit with lust. He rips off the nightgown and drops you back on the bed, breasts bare and panties containing a wet spot as you blink up at him, silently asking if it's what he wants. He closes the door behind him with his foot as he climbs over you. Small purrs leaving his throat as he looked down at you. You had covered your nipples in what seemed like embarrassment to him but was actually defending yourself from his abs rubbing against his cold skin. "Tell me you'll give me what I want y/n." He mutters down into your ear as he sinfully slowly trails his hand down your breasts to your stomach to slow for your liking.

You haven't even had full blown sex since high school, your body's burning up and you're breathless, softly whining at his slow touches, panties dripping. "Have me all.."

"You know what I want you to say." He says dipping his fingers down to your warm inner thighs.

"Oh please Jack!"

"No."

"Fuck me!"

"Tell me-"

"Jack please, fill me up with your cock, please I want you to fill me up!" You whine as you finally crash your lips onto his, pulling him down by his neck in frustration. He finally makes contact with the outside of the dripping material and you don't expect more than one tongue to wrap around yours, the muscle in your mouth being sucked and licked has you whining of overstimulation from just your tongue. The demon above you pushes his way into your cunt and curls his fingers when he's deep before he starts plunging into your slick. His heavy cock rests on your thigh and he's softly grinding with every rise of your hips. He's pulling you away from his mouth and holding you down by your throat as he focuses all of his attention on the slick gathering on his fingers. You're soaked, thighs shaking and wet with your arousal. You can't do anything but let out shaky breaths from his hold on your neck, more like a cage locked around your throat preventing you from escaping as he thrusts his fingers faster, thumb rubbing against your swollen clit. You unravel quite quickly, a shaking orgasm making your muscles fatigued as he spreads your legs apart. There is nothing that disproves the monster in front of you. His parasite like tongues and his dick, resting against your stomach as he watches you take his wet fingers in your mouth and suck them clean.

It's monstrous just looking at it, his cock is beyond fat, 9 maybe even ten inches of demonic dick, diameter of his cock begging to stretch your pussy completely open with each pulse of his dick. You take your hand and pick up some of his pre that's leaking into your inner thighs and taking it back to his dick, teasingly running your fingers over his tip. Compared to the cold of his body his dick is painfully hot. You suck his fingers into your mouth while you spread the wetness down his dick, not even getting to the base before he almost rips your hand off of his dick so he can center himself at your leaky cunt. You gasp as he stretches into you and start crying when he finally gets you past just his tip. He is too experienced at stretching out pussy it seems, not even bothering to give you time as he thrusts just with the tip. Pushing slowly into you with every calculated thrust, watching your cunt take him in. He looks down at your tear wrecked form and starts to plant tiny kisses at your tears. Waiting for you to stop clamping so hard as he rubs your clit in hopes to loosen you up. When you finally take him til your cunt's full you are almost braindead with the fullness of his cock, not even down fully to the base. He'll laugh at you when your wrapped around his dick nice and it doesn't take him long before he's biting bruises into your neck as he fucks into your sloppy cunt.

"My fucking pussy. All mine to rip open." He'll say while pushing into your cervix while his tongues make work on one of your nipples, full overstimulated underneath him as you try to push at his hips. A poor effort to stop his bruising pace. When he finally gets you to the base he's pushed himself fully into your womb, squirt and cum underneath your ass that helped him push thus far. Blood from bite marks leaking off your tits, your neck, you are just the way he wanted you from the beginning. Drunk off his dick and dumb off of overstimulation, dripping with his cum and submissive to him and only him.