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Summary: You thought the legends were silly, you should have listened
Warning: yandere, rape/noncon, Kidnapping, impregnation, eggpreg ( also spelling errors)
When you were young, your mother would tell you stories of monstersâcreatures made to murder and killâwho would seek out random people for the most minor offenses.
You never truly believed her. To you, they were just silly stories meant to scare you into obedience.
Like the tale of the incubus who chased after children who disobeyed their parents, or the story of a spider crawling into a boyâs eyes because he ruined someoneâs sandcastle.
They were petty fables with morals that never made sense. But the one that made you certain they were fake was the old folktale about the forest. Supposedly, deep within it lay a black hole, and if your heart carried even a trace of darkness, it would suck you inânever to be seen again.
Clearly, it was just another tale to keep children away. A black hole would have swallowed the whole town if it truly existed in that forest.
If anything, it was probably some wild animal with black furâassuming it wasnât all just made up by some bitter old man who hated to see children happy.
Most people didnât listen to your reasoning, no matter how often you explained the flaws or pointed out the logistics. Instead, they ignored you, called you crazy, insulted your parents, and whispered that you would never be wed.
So, you sought to prove them wrong. Ignoring your parentsâ desperate pleas, you packed your things and left, trudging into the forest with stubborn determination.
The forest was breathtaking: large trees with lush leaves shielding you from the sunâs heat, birds chirping high above, and scenery so enchanting it left you puzzled.
Perhaps there had been scars from wild animals once, but now the only creatures you saw were harmlessâsquirrels, birds, and frogs darting out of your way without concern.
Still, something about it was odd. For a forest that stretched on for miles, there wasnât a single deer in sight. No tracks. No predators. Not even a rabbit.
That meant your original theory was wrong. You shrugged. âMaybe theyâre hibernating,â you muttered to yourself, though it was only early autumn and far too warm for that.
A shiver crawled up your spine. Maybe there really was something dangerous here. You forced a laugh. âOr maybe itâs some black hole sucking up every predator,â you scoffed, rolling your eyes. âYeah, right,â you whispered under your breath.
You pressed deeper into the forest, enjoying the fading birdsong. But the further you went, the quieter it grew. You never noticed the figure trailing behind you, concealed by the thick foliage, gliding silently across the forest floor.
When you reached a stream, you knelt with relief, cupping the cold, clear water to your lips. The coolness soothed you, but left your back exposedâan opportunity the figure seized.
Something coiled around you, constricting, freezing you in place. Sharp nails hovered just an inch from your neck.
âState your business,â a voice commanded flatly.
You couldnât reply. Your body locked in fear, your voice gone. All you could do was look at him.
The manâs long black hair cascaded over his back, glinting faintly in the sun. His eyes were wide, devoid of color or warmth. His skin was paleâdeathly pale. But what truly stunned you was what lay below his waist.
He wasnât wholly human. His white flesh faded into scales, a deep green growing more pronounced the further it traveled down, until the entirety of his lower body was nothing but a serpentâs coil wrapped tight around you.
He gave you a sharp shake, snapping you out of your frozen state. His confusion twisted to annoyance as he clicked his fingers in front of your face.
âWh-what are you?â you stammered.
The man tilted his head, pale lips parting slightly as though struck by realization.
âYouâre scared,â he said simply, his tone lilting with faint amusement.
You nodded stiffly, gulping. Dizziness swept over you, your mouth dry, eyes fixed on those long nails that could end you in an instant.
âYou should be,â he murmured. His tail tightened, bones creaking beneath the pressure, scales biting into your skin until warm blood slid down and stained them red. âNow state your reason for being here.â
â I-Iâm sorry! I didnât mean to intrudeâI just wanted to enjoy the forest!â you cried, praying he would believe you.
He narrowed his gaze, studying you. âSo⊠you arenât here to murder me?â His words dripped with skepticism.
âNo! I just wanted peace,â you pleaded, voice cracking.
He leaned closer, dark eyes searching every twitch and breath. Sweat slid down your forehead as you struggled not to break eye contact.
Finally, he hummed, tapping his chin. âI suppose that makes sense,â he mused. His coils loosened, air rushing back into your lungs.
He leaned in, and you flinched, shutting your eyes. His nails lowered toward your faceâbut shifted from blades to blunt edges, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear.
You open your eyes, taking a peek at the man whose eyes have lowered. They never lost their intensity but it was far more serene than before.â So youâll let me go?â you hesitantly urged him on, Illumi tilted his head in thought and your hope rose the longer he thought.
He shakes his head, long hair barely shifting, â If you leave then you could alert people of my surroundings â he explains. Your shoulder slumps and you feel your heart skip a beat.
â But I wonât tell anyone Iâll just lie and say I lost track of time or somethingâ you tried to argue frantically thinking of an idea that he would say yes to Illumi. Take a slow Leisure blink.
â Humans are fickle creatures, a little bit of probing and theyâll tell you anything,â Illumi says so sure of himself, you felt your hope completely shatter, tears streaming down your face.
Illumi grabs you â Not to worry I am a capable man,â he says thinking that is why you were so scared. He picked you up holding you with delicacy close against his chest.His skin was icy cold sipping into you and taking your body heat, Illumi let out a small gasp looking down at you âYouâre quite warmâ he muttered surprised at this realization.
â I had no idea humans held such body heatâ he continues as he leads you further into the forest, you donât respond you just cry into his chest trying to ignore how icy and uncomfortable he feels.
He led you through the rest of the forest down a pathway that held skulls of all kinds, including humans one of which was still in a state of decaying half of his face bitten off revealing his crushed skull.
Illumi leads you into a cave, with jagged rocks and water dripping in the background â This your new homeâ Illumi puffed his chest proudly showing off the cave you dread living in.
Illumi put you down analyzing your face. âWhatâs wrong, is it not to your liking?â he asked. You scratched your arm but cringed when your hands scratched one of your cuts.
â I donât think it suitable for humansâ you tried to explain, Illumi hummed as he wrapped around you once more.
His hand was placed on your chest pushing you down Gently, he lay you on the floor, his tail wrapped around your ankle, and pulled it, spreading your legs wide open. Your face morphed from confusion to horror as you looked up at Illumi.
â What are you doing?â You asked him.
Illumi leaned down, his head resting on your thigh â Iâm figuring out how you workâ he explained his finger drifting up to your waist.
âNoâ You yell, legs thrashing back and forth. It only took one particularly hard tug on your ankle to shut you up, leaving you whimpering. Illumi's hand drifts to your shirt, his nails sharpening again as he draws a line in the middle down to your waist, cutting your shirt.
Revealing your bra, he tilted his head in confusion. âWhat is the purpose of having two pairs of clothes covering you?â he asked, if you couldn't answer with how hard you were breathing.
â Humans are stupid creatures,â Illumi concluded, tearing off your bra and throwing it somewhere in the cave. He wrapped his hand around your glob, his sharp nails digging into your skin.
Illumi clicks his tongue, forgetting to retract it. He does just that, sharp nails going back to normal as he flicks your nubs. Rolling them around in his hand and needing them he hums pulling his head down, licking your breast pressing in harshly most likely giving you bruises in the morning.
He wraps his mouth around it, beginning to suck your right breast while needing the left, letting go with an audible pop as he gives the same treatment to your twin.
You could feel your body heat rise, your face flushing, as a small wave of pleasure went over you. You didnât want it; if anything, you wanted it to stop.
Illumi didnât care as he took one of your breasts in his hand. His finger tiptoeing on your stomach and trailing down to your waist before arriving at your pussy, they spread apart your lips, inspecting you, slender pale finger slowly pushed inside.
You squeal at the feeling of rough coarse hands, Illumi pulls it out to show a small dollop of white coating his finger.
Illumi tilts his head curiously, shifting his head to be centered with your intimacy; he licks you, the long slender appendage making you keen, Black eyes examine you, the void swallowing you whole.
He does another lick, saliva coating your pussy as juice slowly begins to flow. â You make a sound of pleasure when I touch this,â he observed, pushing his tongue inside along with his fingers.
You cry out with your hand, trying to find something to grip as his tongue weaves its way through,pleasure coursing in your body. Illume's tongue was long and slender, moving around experimentally and touching all the right places.
His finger reached the rest of what he couldnât, scissoring you open with delicacy, making you moan and groan, your pussy already wet, running down his finger and making it slick.
Illumi hummed, pulling his tongue out, and licking you one last time as he looked up at you. His body is in a more comfortable position.â You taste fine, this will be sufficient.â He nodded before diving back in, tongue experimenting with your tight heat with calm, planned movement.
You cried at the hot feeling of his tongue entering you once more, far deeper than before, as he slipped in another finger, making your wall tighter and stretching to accommodate it.
Illumi doesnât stop, ruthless with his assault, making sure you are as wet as possible. He shoves another finger in, with only the thumb left out. You cry, âItâs too much.â You beg, groping his hair and trying to pull him away.
He paid no mind to the tight tug on his hair. As you struggled to breathe, your body was on fire, and he shoved his thumb in next to your pussy, which stretched wider.
Fully fisting you he takes his time exploring and grabbing, pulling and shoving you, trying to figure out what makes you moan. His finger finally finds the sweet spot that has your curled toe.
Slowly you edge closer to bliss,the heated inside of you becomes harder to ignore. Illumi pulls his fist out once more before slamming it deeper in his tongue curling around your clit and pulling on it.
You scream, vision going white as your body bursts, you feel like you are floating as cum gushes out of your cunt, invading Illumi's tongue.
He holds a small groan as he digs in deeper, enjoying the taste of his mate. Illumi pulls out fully, leaving your cunt empty as your high faded away.
You could still feel it throbbing, begging for more. You groan and cry as Illumi repositions you, interlacing your hands together. His cock unsheathing a thick pale cock with vines, the tip flushed red as heat rushed into it, it throbbed a gracious amount of precum dropping off it and splashing on your thigh.
Illumi drives in without a second thought, slamming the tip inside and making you gasp at the large cock filling you better than his hand could ever. You scream your finger digging into his hand, making crescent marks as Illumi shushes you.
He pulls out slowly, testing the water, and slams back in, rolling his hip in the process, making you feel every inch of him before he pulls out once more, slamming down another inch inside of you.
You felt dizzy, hot, and confused, your clit was throbbing, the pleasure growing in you rising again, but not quite there. Illumi dives in again each thrust pushing another inch. He slams once more, bottoming out, making you cry out again as all 6 inches are inside of you, making you feel full to the brim. He slams in the tip, hitting that special spot that has you non-stop moaning.
Illumi put his head on your shoulder, kissing your cheek and any surface he could gather, as he slammed into you once more. This one made you see white all over again.
Quelling that need, you screamed at the top of your lungs as pleasure passed through you like never before, blinding and gorgeous, you were in utter bliss.
You come back to your senses slowly, the humming in your ear quiets down and your blissful states morph into fear as you realize he wasnât stopping. You cried out trying to pull him away, and his cock slamming in you became more painful.
You cringe at it diving inside of you. âStop it!â you cried out, trying to shove him away, struggling from his grasp. You manage to put your hand on his chest, pushing with all your strength. Illumi didnât respond; he just grabbed your hands, leading them to his cheek, cold.
He leaned in, kissing the inside of your palms as he continued, âNot yet, but Iâm very close,â he told you calmly and precisely. You noticed just how robotic his movements are slamming without shuddering or breaking tempo, his breath even, and his eyes hadnât blinked once.
He slams once more, breaking into your womb, you panic, praying to god he wouldnât get you pregnant. Illumi's breathed hitches just for a moment he pauses, leaning over him as he monotonously whispers âIâm cummingâ he warned you.
You could feel it as a small bump, traveling up and entering your cunt, plopping into your womb in a steady wave.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the weird feeling as more eggs were added to your stomach, becoming small uneven bumps. You moaned.
Whilst Illumi combed through your hair as he soothed you, he twisted his body to see your distended stomach touching it, making you shiver from the way he pushed against it. He hummed, âYou're doing good,â he says, pulling himself back to his original position.
â Iâm almost finished, â He added as the last egg fell. You let out a breath of relief until he started moving again, his hips slamming into your own, making your body jolt with each movement.
You could feel it growing rough as Illumi forgot his strength, his head going for your neck biting into you just as you felt him cum.
Hot white gunk splattered you inside and filled everything his eggs couldnât, you screamed at the sweltering heat as it sputtered inside you for a decent minute.
Illumi stayed like that, pulling his body from your hot sticky self and rearranging you once more, â Iâm excited to see our offspring,â He says his icy cold scale wrapping around you as he enjoys his new furnace. He held the smallest of smiles as you drifted off to sleep, your tired body lay still, eyes succumbing to rest, the last thing you saw were those giant black orbs devouring you.
Thinking about Omega John, who always covers his scent because he doesnât want anyone assuming heâs âtoo emotionalâ just for being an Omega. Now imagine Alpha Bucky and Bobâboth really into himâfinally reaching their breaking point. One day during rut, theyâve got him pinned down. Bob tries to catch a whiff, only to whimper like a desperate dog when he canât smell anything, on the verge of tears because he needs it. Meanwhile, Bucky holds John down, growling low against his throat, trying so hard to stay composed but slipping. John is bewildered, unsure how it came to this, but slowly, he cavesâhelping the two and finally admitting: yes, heâs an Omega. Somehow, it ends with him bearing not one but two Alpha knots, his skin littered with far too many hickeys to hide.
Something is dribbling down your cheekâsharp and metallic-smelling. It reeks, making your nose scrunch just as another splatter lands against your face. Itâs warm and sticky, yet you shiver regardless.
Slowly, your eyes flutter open, struggling to adjust to the darkness. You canât see muchâonly the faint light from the open window spilling in, casting a pale white glow across the room.
Except... that white isnât light. Itâs too close.
It takes you a second to realizeâitâs a blue-gray strand of hair, drifting softly in the breeze. Mahitoâs hair. Draped loosely over his shoulder.
Heâs towering over you, head tilted to the side, wearing a smile thatâs far too wide and far too strained to be real. You shiver. The small patch-makerâs grin is stretched thin, teeth a little too sharp, his eyes glinting in the moonlight.
You try to shift awayâbut you canât. Heâs sitting on you. Far too close. Too close to your body in ways that feel more than inappropriate. Violating.
His fingernailsâlong, sharpâtrace delicate circles against your skin. Slow, unhurried. Like heâs admiring you.
âOh, youâre awake,â he beams, voice sickeningly sweet. His head snaps upright at an unnatural speed, as though it shouldâve hurtâbut doesnât.
His hand trails lower. You grab at his wrist instinctively, trying to stop him, but he only smiles more. He guides your hand instead, pressing it against his cheek. As if you were the one comforting him.
Another drip falls.
Too dark to see in the low light, but it splatters on your blanket, soaking in with an uncomfortable stickiness. He hums to himself, some lullaby-like tune that echoes off the stone walls of your sleeping quarters.
You grip the edge of the blanket with your free hand, holding back the urge to shove him off you. You canât. You donât know what would happen if you disrespected himâheâs never said anything youâve done is offensive, but thatâs not a risk youâre willing to take.
âYou werenât here today,â Mahito finally murmurs, nuzzling closer. He gently presses your hand against his face, his nails now lightly tracing over your wrist.
âYou havenât been with me for a week,â he adds with a soft whine, the sound melting into a groan as he shifts his hips.
You freeze.
You feel it. The bulge in his pants. A wave of discomfort washes over you, shame and fear locking your body in place.
âI-Iâm sorry. I was sick... but Iâm feeling better now,â you lie, swallowing thickly, trying to keep your breathing steady. You need something to focus onâanything other than the sticky drip on the blanket, or the press of Mahitoâs body, or the sound of his soft, stuttering moans.
You flinch as his tongueâlong, warm, and wetâslides across your wrist, trailing upward before finally pulling away. He looks down at you, eyes locked on yours, unblinking. Unmoving.
âDoes that mean youâll be back tomorrow?â he asks, voice full of excitement and eerie anticipation. He leans in, breath fanning across your face. He doesnât move off you, only scoots forward, somehow making the situation worse.
âYes,â you reply weakly. Hesitantly.
Your eyes drift to the blanket as you pick at the fabric, your stomach tight with nausea. You can still feel him staring. Itâs suffocating. Claustrophobic. And then, he rolls his hips again.
Sweat trickles down your neck.
Mahito leans in once more, slowly. His head dips toward your cheek. He presses a kiss against itâlight, but lingeringâthen pulls back with a pleased sigh.
âMmm, I canât wait!â he shouts gleefully, bouncing off the bed with childlike giddiness. He skips toward the door, still humming his little tune.
Just before he steps out, he turns around and beams at you.
âSee you then,â he says sweetly.
Then he slams the door shut.
Darkness swallows the room.
You groan, slumping into the sheets as dread curls tight in your chest.
Maybe⊠maybe you could fake being sick for just one more day.
Hello, I just read Frozen Resolve and I want to say that I enjoyed that very much. I just absolutely love the wording of it and everything. I would absolutely devour this work if I could <3
Aw this is actually such a sweet reply for such a messed up fanficđ„°
Summary: Classic Bakugo punishes you while Kirishima calms him down
Warning: Implied rape/noncon, abuse, kidnapping, graphic depiction of violence,
The smell of burnt flesh lingers in the air, it's a putrid smell lingering in your mouth and buries itself into your lung thick and heavy making you choke, the smell was nothing compared to the feeling.
The burning blistering pain made you cry and scream, struggling to get away but the handheld your ankle in place even as you beg him to let you go, he didnât he just stood there with a grunt while baring his fang, leaning over you.
Bakugo looked feral ready to blow you into pieces, you wouldnât put it past him especially since he just gave you a second-degree burn on your ankle on top of fracturing it.
You whined and plead again pushing his face back as he leaned in closer his breath was hot making you cringe at the sweltering heat. Bakugo bit your cheeks as harshly as he could, making you gasp at the small amount of blood that made its way down.
âBakubabe maybe we should stop,â Kirishima said as he tucked your hair back he held an apologetic smile before turning his head toward the maniac barbarian. Who had just pulled back from you with an animalistic smile it change into a frown.
âTHE FUCK YOU MEAN LEAVE HER ALONE THATâS WHAT WEâRE PUNISHING HER FORâ Bakugo yelled you flinched your ear were still ringing from earlier but you knew what he talking about remember why you have gotten here first place.
All you wanted was a few extra hours of sleep without Bakugo constantly snoring in your ears or Kirishima's rock-hard jagged abs digging into your skin. All you wanted was to wake up not bruised or broken, that didnât sit well with Bakugo and you had a feeling it didnât sit with Kirishima either.
Not that he would have had the chance to say anything not when Bakugo was yelling at you, Bakugo has always been more vocal loud, and in control than Kirishima had ever been. That doesn't mean Kirishima can't be, youâve seen him manipulate his way out of some crazy shit, but Kirishima had always been the talk-out kinda guy.
Kirishima looked away his eyes lowering as he sighed before tilting his head as if this was nothing but a burden âI know babe but we got a meeting with our client and it isnât manly to leave him waiting â Kirishima said raking his hand through your hair.
â Plus I think our angel is sorry,â Kirishima added, both eyes directed towards you, you felt your heartbeat quicken, your breathing becoming more ragged as red eyes stared into your soul. Expecting some kind of answer that you didnât have at least not from the heart.
Still, you muster up the courage to â Iâm sorryâ You muttered low, quiet, and meek just how they liked it just how they saw you.
Bakugo tsked â Fine whatever,â he said with a huff as he pulled his hand away from your ankle you let out a sigh of relief as the pressure left Kirshima smiled his rough hands tugging through your it wasnât comforting or nice feeling but it wasnât rough or painful so you held no complaints.
Thinking of No Goggles Mark, who had been best friends with Rex since they joined Team Teen and started training together.
Thinking of No Goggles Mark, who used to sit next to Rex during drills, shoulder to shoulder, their sweat mixing in the hot sun, their laughs loud and stupid â like they were invincible and would never stop being seventeen.
Thinking of No Goggles Mark, who was a mega-bitch and the only one who could match that Dickinson party-goer energy. The only one who didnât give a shit about life, energy, or consequences â was Rex.
Thinking of No Goggles Mark, who knew every version of Rexâs laugh â the real one that cracked high at the end, the fake one he used to flirt, and the dead one he wore when he smiled too wide after cheating on Eve.
Thinking of No Goggles Mark, who talked shit with Rex on rooftops while drinking stolen liquor, high on adrenaline and low moral standards. Whoâd say things like, âIf we were the last two guys on Earth,â and laugh like it was just a joke â even though, in the end, it kind of wasnât.
Thinking of No Goggles Mark, who took Rex to parties. The two of them â major party animals â hollering and hitting on girls, even if Rex was dating Eve. But No Goggles never outed Rex. Because that sly smile, that wink Rex gave him before dragging some girl into a clubroom, was worth it. And it definitely didnât break his heart every single time.
Thinking of No Goggles Mark, who let himself believe the reason he found Eve so annoying was guilt â that twisted feeling in his chest when Rex talked about sleeping with Kate, about how Eve would never know.
But guilt doesnât burn like that.
Guilt doesnât make you want to scream.
Guilt doesnât make you want to kiss someone just to make them shut the hell up.
Thinking of No Goggles Mark, who laughed a little too hard at Rexâs jokes about them fucking. Who said, âIâd top you easy, bro,â while blushing all the way to his bones. Who made a whole damn career out of pretending not to mean it.
Thinking of No Goggles Mark, who jerked off after those jokes, furious at himself, thinking of Rex in that tank top and nothing else â and hating that it felt more real than any girl he'd ever been with. Hated how good it felt. Hated that he never wanted it to stop.
Thinking of No Goggles Mark, who said the gayest shit imaginable, then covered it with a âno homoâ and a laugh, pretending it was all a joke. Because it was. He definitely didnât have feelings for Rex.
Thinking of No Goggles Mark, who started to wonder if he hated Eve because she got to be public with Rex. She got the kisses in the hallway. She got the jealousy. She got the stupid little gifts. And Mark? He got âbroâ and a shoulder punch. He got to be the friend Rex never had to lie to â because Mark never asked questions.
Thinking of No Goggles Mark, who was reminded by his dad that humans were beneath them. Pets. The only thing they were good for was reproducing â or a decent fuck. And sure, Mark could agree â women were hot. He never doubted that. Heâd slept around plenty. And yet⊠he was damn sure Rex would be the best fuck of his life. It was probably just him hyping up his home boy Rex up though, right?
Thinking of No Goggles Mark, who started killing because he could. Because it was fun and just the thrill seeking he needed to get his mind off shit. Because something in him snapped when he saw Eve holding Rexâs hand again, like none of it ever happened. Because humans are weak and messy and dishonest and well he had to inherent something from his mom didnât he.
Thinking of No Goggles Mark, who felt way too happy. Giddy. Just downright cathartic when he killed Eve and Kate.( The only two his dad hadn't killed) It felt so good he couldnât stop. No matter how hard he tried.
Thinking of No Goggles Mark, who looked Rex dead in the eye, blood on his fists, and said: âWe could be gods, man. You and me. No more pretending.â But Rex flinched. Rex said no. Rex called him insane.
Thinking of No Goggles Mark who'd always been an adrenaline Junkie but it didnât feel as good anymore without rex he needed that rush.
Thinking of No Goggles Mark, who smiled too wide when Rex showed up to stop him. Who fought like he was dancing. Who pulled his punches just enough to give Rex a chance.
Summary: Your patient is odd. He became even creepier when you realized heâd been stalking you.
â ïž Warning: Blood, threat of graphic violence, kidnapping, yandere behavior. Minor dni 18+
It was another night of watching TV.
The sky outside was pitch black, with only a faint purple hue and a few stars fighting to shine through. The moon was hidden behind creepy, twisted trees. The only light in the room came from the flickering blue glow of the TV, casting a long shadow behind the couch.
You munched on popcorn slowly, your eyes trainedâunblinkingâon a crappy show. You didnât enjoy it much. You watched it only because it was the only thing keeping you occupied in this hellscape. It seemed to be the only way to pass the days.
Despite your kidnapperâs warning not to disobey while he was gone, you had managed to sneak into his room and steal the remote. Sure, you probably shouldâve stolen something more usefulâlike a knife or a keyâbut trying to outsmart the smartest man in Japan wasnât exactly a winning plan.
Especially not when that man was the first sociopath to ever grow an obsessive, violent fixation on you.
Your hand pushed too hard into the bowl, sending popcorn spilling across the much nicer-than-your couch couch. God, you wished you had never met him. Sometimes, you wondered what wouldâve happened if you had recommended a different therapist. If you hadnât sat and listened to him ramble during those long, eerie sessions.
Most days, you tried to convince yourself it wasnât your fault. You had no idea heâd been stalking you for weeks⊠months. How could you have known that the CEO of a popular company had targeted you specifically?
Would things have been different?
âHello, Karma Akabane. Iâm Y/N L/N, your therapist. I hope we can get along.â
You had smiledânot forced, but not genuine either. Just wide enough to seem pleasant, but not threatening. Just enough to show you were excited, but not some overly energetic mess.
Karma shut the door behind him. His head tilted high as he looked down at you, orange eyes sharp and glinting. His smile was firm and full of razor-like teeth as he licked his lips.
You resisted the urge to shudder.
Feeling suddenly uncomfortable, you cleared your throat.
âWhy donât you take a seat and tell me why youâre here?â
You tried to keep your voice light, ignoring the chill crawling up your spine.
âSure thing.â
Karmaâs voice was like honeyâlight, playful, free of concern. He shoved his hands into his pockets and slowly walked toward you. His footsteps were nearly silent, predatory. The next thing you knew, he was on the chair, gracefully flipping onto it with such precision it left you briefly stunned.
âSo, what should we talk about?â
He folded his arms, sharp eyes glowing, teeth bared in an amused grin.
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The door creaked open.
A cold night breeze wafted into the room, smelling of grass and midnight rain. But beneath it was something darkerâmetallic and heavy. You didnât dare look back. Karma kicked off his shoes behind you.
âWatching TV this late at night?â
He teased, his tone playful but laced with menace.
You froze when his hand wrapped around your neck from behind, applying steady, suffocating pressure. The smell of blood was unmistakable now, thick and fresh. You could taste itâmetallic on your tongue. Your heart pounded. Your ears rang. Still, you tried to make out his next words.
His lips brushed your ear, puffing warm air into the crevice.
You shuddered as he sighed.
âI thought I told you not to go into my room,â he whispered, deadly quiet.
You froze, blood running cold. Slowly, you looked into his eyes.
His orange irises glowed beneath his wide, cocky smile. He tapped your shoulder in a slow, rhythmic beat.
âOh well,â he said nonchalantly, pulling away.
In one swift move, he hopped over the couch and landed directly on your lap. You bit your tongue, startled by the sudden weight.
Karma grabbed the remote from beside your head and began scrolling through Netflix. You groaned, trying to push him off, your hand pressing intoâ
Something wet.
Confused, you glanced down. The rest of his clothes were clean, but that spot⊠it was soaked.
Your hand pulled back, and your breath caught.
It was red. Dark red. Your palm was coated, every inch smeared in blood. Your heartbeat pounded in your throat.
You tried not to cry as Karma rambled on about some random show. You swallowed bile. Inhaled through your nose. Looked up at him.
âYouâre injured,â you muttered, stunned.
Your tongue felt heavy. A crushing weightânot Karma, not fullyâsettled over you. Or maybe it was him. Maybe it was the dawning realization that if Karma died⊠youâd be stuck here. Alone. To rot.
Karma turned around with a huge, twisted grin. âHuh? Do you really care whether Iâm hurt or not?â he asked, confused.
âYou want to leave, donât you?â
That came out of nowhere. It slammed into you like a car.
Heâs insane.
You needed to stay calm. Treat him nicely. Say the right things or he would kill you.
âThatâs not true. Sure, youâre a bit odd, but I wouldnât want to leave you,â you lied through your teeth.
Karma ignored your words and flipped so he was facing you fully.
He cupped your cheek, his voice low.
âChanging your mind just because Iâm injured, huh? I never knew you cared this much,â he said softly.
âHey, maybe I should hurt myself more often.â He snapped his fingers.
You flinched.
âMaybe then youâll want to stay.â
âSelf-harm isnât the solution,"you said quickly."Not just because I want to leave.â
Karma nodded slowly.
âI guess youâre right.â
You sighed in relief.
Then his hand slammed into yours, pinning you down hard.
âSo,â he said calmly, âIf you ever think about leavingâŠâ His smile widened.
Summary: With your skin frozen numb and your heart burning with loathing, you tried to focusâtried to remember what had brought you to this place.
Warning: Implied rape/noncon, abuse, kidnapping, depiction of violence, Starvation
The room was a coffin of frost and silence.
Ice webbed across the walls in jagged, vein-like patterns, crawling over the corners and threading between the cracks in the floor. The cold didnât just settle in the airâit invaded. It bit. It pierced. It crawled beneath your clothes like a curse, gnawing at your skin until your fingers were too stiff to clench and your toes too numb to wiggle.
You trembled again, your body giving a violent jerk as you curled tighter into yourself, or tried to. It didnât matter. Even if you managed to make yourself small enough to vanish, it wouldnât fix anything. Not when theyâd ensured the only warmth youâd ever feel again came from them.
You could leave. They said so. All it would take was one wordâsorry. One confession. One surrender.
But you refused. You would rather freeze to death, brittle and broken, than offer them that satisfaction.
So you stayed.
Alone in the cold.
Left with nothing but the ache of your body and the louder ache of your thoughts. You gritted your teeth against the dull, pulsing throb of your broken arm. A hiss slipped out as your clothes shifted and scraped over the long, raw cut slicing down your forearmâcourtesy of Midoriya.
Of course it was him. Sadistic little freak. Whatever punishment Todoroki had planned clearly wasnât enough, not for him. Midoriya had to add his own flavorâsharp, personal, and cruel.
Your stomach growled, a pitiful, hollow sound that only made the pain worse. You groaned, forehead pressing to your knees as if that might keep the hunger at bay. You wouldâve cried if you had anything left in you to give, but your body had wrung you dry. Your throat was a desert, scratchy and inflamed with every breath you dared take.
Cold. Hungry. Thirsty. Hurt.You were a hairsbreadth away from shattering.
You told yourself you were strong. That this was just another moment of pain you could outlast. You would look back on this one day and laugh at your own stubborn idiocy. You almost believed it.
Thenâthe sound.
Footsteps.
Followed by the mechanical click of metal on metal. Locks. You didnât bother lifting your head. You didnât need to wonder who it was. Only two people knew this place existed. Only two people had the keys.
Another lock. That was four. You rememberedâseven in total. Seven locks on a door you were too weak to touch.
Finally, the door creaked open.The cold stayed, but their presence somehow made the air heavier.
Midoriya was first, leaning lazily against the doorframe like this was just another afternoon. Green curls hung over his eyes, which gleamed with an unholy light. His grin was lopsided, stretched across his scarred face like it didnât belong to a human anymore.
And behind him, Todoroki.
He looked worse than usualâwhite and red strands in disarray, the scar over his left eye darker in this lighting. The red side of his hair always seemed more vivid when he was angry. Or when you reminded him of the man who made him.
You remembered exactly what youâd said. You even said it twice just to make sure he heard it.
"You're just like him."
It had shattered him. His voice cracked when he screamed, a raw, emotional storm you did nothing to soothe. You fed it. Pushed it. Until Midoriya had to hold him back, whispering gentle lies and poisonous comfort into his ear as he rubbed circles into Todorokiâs back like a handler with a rabid dog.
You didnât regret it.
You almost smiled.
Your name was spokenâsharply. Todoroki stood before you now, crouched low, eyes cold and colorless like melted snow.
"Arenât you cold?" he asked quietly, head tilted.
You turned away with a scoff, burying your face in your shoulder. You wouldnât give him the satisfaction of your gaze.
"This place isnât comfortable," he said, voice low. "Wouldnât you rather sleep with your husbands tonight?"
The bile in your throat rose. Husbands. As if that was what they were.
Midoriya clicked his tongue, finally stepping away from the door. You felt his shadow pass over you before his voice slithered into your ears.
"I donât think sheâs learned her lesson yet," he mused aloud. You tensed, but didnât respond. You wouldnât give him that either.
"Does bunny need a few more days without food?" he cooed, crouching beside you now, gloved fingers gripping your cheek.
You hated him.
You loathed being touched by him.
But the warmth of his palm was the first thing youâd felt in days that didnât hurt.
Despite yourself, your face leaned into his touch, just a fraction. His skin was warmâsoft. You stared him down, unblinking, but didnât pull away.
Then it was gone.
The cold rushed back in as soon as his hand left, like a slap to the face. You shivered violently.
Todoroki exhaled, standing to his full height. The two of them turned, murmuring between themselves, steps retreating.
They were going to leave again.
No food. No water. No light. Just you and the ice.
Your throat burned as you pushed yourself to your feet. "Wait." It came out broken. Cracked. Like dried paper. You coughed, pain blooming in your chest, but you kept going.
The last shred of your defiance crumbled.You reached out, grabbing a fistful of Todorokiâs shirt, pressing your forehead against his back."Iâm sorry," you whispered.
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Then, Todoroki turned.
He pulled you into a hug without a word, arms circling you tightly. He radiated heat. Enough that your frozen skin almost stung in response.
"I know," he murmured, smiling faintly.It should have felt like comfort.
But it wasnât warmthâit was fire licking at old scars.
Midoriyaâs voice came from the side, smooth and sweet like syrup over poison.
"How about we get you warmed up?" he asked, beckoning you toward the bedroom.
Almostâjust almostâyou convinced yourself this was better than the cold.
just read song of achilles and you CAN NOT tell me this man patroclus doesn't have a foot fetish cuz why the fuck was this man so obsessed with achilles feet like describing it in the utmost detail how pretty it looks fucking freak.
Anyone I now feel obligated to write a drabble smut it or something but idkđ€
Summary: Patroclus helps Achilles put on a pair of heels.
Short Nsfw Drabble
The shoes were peculiarâhigh, arched sandals that dipped dramatically at the edge, bedazzled in gold, the exact shade of Achillesâ hair.
âApparently itâs a new fashion trend that swept the overworld,â Achilles said, eyeing the shoes with amused detachment.
Patroclus almost asked where he had gotten themâif he wasnât too distracted by the way Achilles slowly slipped them off. He did it languidly, teasingly, placing the sandals onto the freshly made bed they never needed, yet always shared in that quiet house.
Achilles followed the shoes, stretching out on his stomach with a pleased sigh. The blanket barely clung to his hips, just enough to torment. He rubbed his cheek lazily into the pillow, then lifted his legs, feet dangling over the edgeâthose perfect feet. He wiggled his toes, as if he knew exactly what effect it would have.
Patroclus swallowed hard.
Pink, smooth, and maddeningly elegantâthe arches, the curve of his ankles, the way his toes flexed slightly. After centuries together, they still made Patroclus ache.
âDo you wish to wear them?â Patroclus asked, voice thick, his throat tight.
Achilles hummed thoughtfully. âWhy do I get the feeling this is simply an excuse to touch my feet?â.
Patroclus didnât answer at first, only smiled.
âYouâd be correct. Was I that obvious, my love?â he murmured.
Achilles let out a low, knowing laughâdeep and sensual. âYouâre one of the most obvious men Iâve ever met,â he said, glancing over his shoulder. âOr perhaps I just know every corner of you too well.â
They both preferred the second option.
Patroclus knelt beside the bed, letting his fingers trail up Achillesâ calf, warm and reverent. His hands slid to his loverâs anklesâscarred, tan fingers against olive skinâand began to knead slow, deliberate circles into the arches of Achillesâ feet.
Achilles let out a soft exhale, the kind that made Patroclusâs stomach flutter.
âYou have beautiful feet,â Patroclus said, voice low now, intimate. âThe kind even Aphrodite would envy.â
Achilles laughed again, head resting sideways on the pillow. âYouâre lucky youâre already dead, or Iâm certain sheâd smite you for such blasphemy,â he said, then added with a smirk, âShe still might.â
Patroclus didnât voice the fact that he wouldnât mind dying a second time if it meant massaging Achillesâ feet. It sounded rather nice compared to his first death, at least.
Achilles shifted closer, propping himself on an elbow. âYou act as if you donât enjoy this,â Patroclus teased, voice dark with suggestion.
âOh, I definitely enjoy it,â Achilles replied, his smile dangerous now, dragging heat between them.
Patroclus wrapped both hands around Achillesâ foot, slowly massaging the sole, pressing his thumbs deep into the tender flesh. His breath caught as Achilles flexed againâpurposefully, teasinglyâsending silent pulses through his gut.
He tried not to think about where else those feet could end up. But the thought lingeredâon his shoulders, against his lips, wrapped around his waist.
Their breathing grew louder, hotter, the room filled with there panting. Patroclus grinding himself against the bed sheets leaning in closer rubbing harder.
Until
Patroclus abruptly pulled back with a sharp inhale.
âThe heels,â he said, voice cracking slightly. He stood, grabbing the sandalsâtrying to reclaim some composure, though his body betrayed him.
Achilles, ever merciless, wrapped his arms around Patroclusâs waist from behind, grinding against him lazily. Patroclus bit back a moan.
âI cannot put the heels on if you hold me like this,â he moaned, feeling something hard pressing into the small of his back.
Achilles chuckled but moved aside with deliberate slowness.
Patroclus knelt down and delicately took his feet again, sliding the heels on one by one. He tied the straps with care, admiring how well the sandals complemented the arch of Achillesâ foot, how prettily the skin peeked through. The pink of Achillesâ skin peeked through the gold like something divine, and Patroclusâs tongue flicked out, wetting his lips
âYou want to try something⊠experimental?â Achilles whispered into his ear, breath hot and suggestive.
âWhy ask,â Patroclus whispered back, cocky, his voice dropping an octave, âwhen you already know me so well?â.
Achilles shifted againâthis time pinning Patroclus beneath him, his legs wrapping around his hips, gold heels digging into his back with divine precision.
Stars exploded behind Patroclusâs eyes.
And it didnât take long before he wanted even more.
just read song of achilles and you CAN NOT tell me this man patroclus doesn't have a foot fetish cuz why the fuck was this man so obsessed with achilles feet like describing it in the utmost detail how pretty it looks fucking freak.
Anyone I now feel obligated to write a drabble smut it or something but idkđ€
Summary: Your underwear keeps disappearing logically you assume it's the fault of a ghost.
Tw: Mention of kidnapping. Blood and unhealthy relationship
(Note: Border credit to @cafekitsune go check them out)
You swear youâre going crazy.
Things keep disappearing from your house, making you want to pull your hair out at the seams. It started with little thingsâitems you thought youâd misplaced, like your hairbrushes. Small, insignificant. Nothing to worry about.
At least, thatâs what you thought.
But then more things started vanishingâbooks, toothbrushes, clothing... and more specifically, your underwear.
You wouldnât have minded as much if it were clean when it disappeared, but most of it went missing before it even made it to the washer. It got worse after you masturbatedâthose pairs vanished almost immediately. And that? That didnât sit well with you.
Still, you brushed it off. It was concerning, sure, but you assumed you were just being clumsy. Just like you tried to ignore the creeping feeling of being watched.
It was always worse in crowded places, where every corner felt like someone was following you. Your eyes would dart around, searching for the sourceâbut it was always pointless.
The thought makes your skin crawl. Goosebumps prickle across your body as you shiver all the way home.
The next day, you installed camerasâjust to be sure.
They didnât help.
Your stuff still disappeared. Even when you reviewed the footage, you saw nothing. One moment your underwear was there⊠the next, gone.
So you came to a new conclusion.
Maybe your stalker wasnât human. Maybe it was a ghost. How else could someone sneak around your house in broad daylight and evade cameras?
You went to the store and bought everything ghost-relatedâsalt, EMF detectors, spirit sticks, anything you could find. You even bought another pack of underwear to use as bait. Slightly embarrassing, yes, but at this point, you were desperate.
When you got home, you set up the saltâacross the front door, around your bedroom, and outside the bathroom. Then you climbed into bed, tucked your pillows under your blankets, and closed your eyes.
Except you didnât sleep.
You lay under the bed instead, clutching your ghost detector in hand, watching the stick flicker back and forth.
Green means youâre safe. Red means youâre not.
Your breath hitched as the stick dipped toward red⊠then returned to green. Confused, you frowned.
Suddenly, a sharp beep rang through the airâone of your other ghost gadgets had gone off.
But then, just as quickly, the noise stopped.
Silence.
Your heart thundered in your throat. The stillness was suffocating. Deciding to risk it, you slowly lifted your blanket and peeked outâOnly to meet pitch-black eyes and pale skin, framed by dark hair and a green outfit.
âHey,â he greeted casually.
Your shock twisted into horror as you screamedâonly for his hand to slam over your mouth before you could even part your lips. Your heart raced. Your chest heaved as you tried not to panic.
What the hell do you do? Is he a murderer? A stalker? A ghost?
Or⊠all three?
âBe quiet,â he saidânot like a demand, but more like an offhanded order someone might give a servant.
You nodded quickly. He pulled his hand away
You clutched your chest, half-checking that your heart hadnât burst right out of it. The room fell into an eerie calm againânot that you were complaining. You were too busy trying to figure out what to do.
You should run, right?
Thatâs what anyone else would do. But could you even outrun a ghost?
âAh" he said as if he just realizedsomething" . Would you want your underwear back?â he asked, holding up a lacy black pair by one finger. It dangled from his hand like a trophy.
You reached for it, trembling. He let you take it. His face remained blankâunlike yours, which was a mix of terror and mortified embarrassment.
âWho... who are you?â you managed, clutching the underwear like a lifeline.
His eyes flickered with mild surprise, as if he hadnât expected you to speak.âOh, how silly of me. I never introduced myself,â he said, amused.
â Illumi Zoldyck,â he added flatly.
You nodded slowly, deciding it was in your best interest to stay on his good side. You picked your words carefully.
âAll... all right, Illumi,â you said, testing his name. It left a bitter taste in your mouth. âWhy are you in my house?â.
His response made your blood run cold.
"To visit my wife.â
âIâwhat?â you stammered, voice cracking. Heâs a stalker. Heâs a ghost stalker!
âIs it not normal to visit oneâs wife?â Illumi asked, tilting his head with an eerie calm. The way his neck movedâit felt like it might snap at any moment.
Yep you're fucked.
.....Unless...you play along.
âWell⊠yes. But Illumi, weâre not married,â you said carefully.
A slight frown tugged at his lips.
Before he could react, you scrambled to correct yourself.
âI meanânot that Iâm agains the idea! Itâs just⊠I donât know you that well, you know?â you babbled, your words tripping over each other in a panic.
âSo... you wish to get to know me,â Illumi replied, brow furrowing slightly as if trying to understand.
God, what the hell is this man thinking?
Actuallyâyou donât want to know.
You need to grab your phone. Call the Ghostbusters. Call anyone.
One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.Then he smiled.It wasnât comforting. It was terrifying.
âThat can be arranged,â he said, standing up from the bed.
âItâs settled. I shall officailly court you tomorrow,â he announced with a satisfied hum. âUntil then, get some sleep.â
He turned and exited your room. You scrambled after him and peeked through the doorway.
Summary: You Escaped and yet you knew it was only for few moments
Tw: Mention of kidnapping. Blood and unhealthy relationship
(Note: Border credit to @cafekitsune go check them out)
Your feet patter against the cold floor, bare skin slapping against marble that echoed through the hall. Your panting rang in your ears, drowning out everything but your own frantic footsteps.Not that it matteredâyou wouldnât have heard Illumi approaching even if the room were silent.
His steps were too quiet, nothing but whispers of feathers. Everything about Illumi screamed "trained assassin."And you? Just some random person who worked at a flower shop. Someone who skipped P.E. classes. God, why did you think that was ever a good idea?
Your lungs burned, tightening with every breath as you turned the corner, desperate to find a doorâan exitâanything. You nearly sobbed in relief when you saw one, hand reaching out blindly to open it.
A bright ray of sunlight spilled over you like an angelâs touch as your feet met grass for the first time in monthsâor had it been longer?
You used to count the days in your head to keep the anxiety away. But youâd lost track after Illumi locked you in that room with no food.He said it was training, but it didnât feel like it. It felt like agony.
Normally, you'd cry over memories like thatâ(and you usually had the time to)âbut not now. Instead, you forced yourself to pick up the pace, running barefoot through the forest, rocks digging into your skin.
You ducked beneath low branches, breath rising sharp in your chest as you scrambled down the mountainside.
Too naive to realize how wide and long this mountain was, too desperate to question why no guards were chasing you.
But you didnât notice.
Didnât care.
You just kept running, sweat trickling down your body as exhaustion crept in. You needed a break. How long had you been running?
Your body screamed for rest, but you couldnât stop. You knew the moment you did, heâd catch you.
Thenâfaint but unmistakableâfootsteps. You wanted to freeze, but there was no time. Instead, you turned away from the sound. A branch snagged your cheek, leaving a long, shallow scratch that made you hiss.
The forest grew denser, nothing but lush greens. This was badâso bad.
Illumiâs outfit was green. He could be anywhere.
But you didnât care.
Not with those footsteps growing louder. Your heart thundered in your chest, blood surging through your veins like fire.
You dodged just in time as Illumiâs hand reached out for you. Your body stumbled, tumbling down the slope, rolling over rocks and broken branches that cut into your skin. A jagged stone struck your back, slicing deep. Blood trickled from your already-bruised body.
You screamed, pain wracking your limbs. You barely registered the soft sound of Illumiâs steps behind youâsilent but deliberate, like he wanted you to hear him.
âYou escaped,â Illumi noted, crouching beside you.You looked pathetic, tears smearing the makeup he had spent all day applying. He hummed softly, nodding to himself before reaching out with those strong, practiced hands to pick you up.
You whimpered, trembling in his hold. His hair draped over your face like a curtain, shielding your humiliation. âYou were faster than I thought. How fun,â Illumi murmured, turning smoothly as he began to carry you back up the mountain.
âThatâs good, I'm glad you proved yourself capable of being a Zoldyck,â he added proudly, lost in his own thoughts.
You shouldâve stayed silent. Let him talk. But the cold dread pressing against your chest refused to ease. âWh-what?â you croaked, your mind reeling.
Illumi looked down at you. âOh. Did you think you escaped on your own?â he asked, tilting his head. His black hair fell past his shoulder, framing a face that made it impossible to look away from those void-like eyes.
"How cute,â he mocked. The words hurtâyour pride, your spirit. You shivered again.âAs a Zoldyck, youâre expected to be a powerful assassin,â he continued, long legs effortlessly carrying you toward the mansion.
You hadnât even gotten far. The realization made your heart sink. More tears slid down your cheeks, your body shaking with quiet sobs.
You shouldâve known. You could never escape. Why did you even try?
They were assassins. And you were just some regular person who caught the attention of a delusional murderer.You wanted to scream. To shout, sob, beg, whine, yellâsomething. But instead, you turned your face into Illumiâs shirt, trying to muffle the sounds of your shame.
âNext time,â Illumi said calmly, âyou should aim for faster.â
