Yes, I know kinktober was two months ago. But you know what? Sometimes you just want to write some pure filth themed after a prompt list. Many inspirations taken from the wonderful @tomurasprincess and @quirklessthot, with the prompt list and what not. Seriously, go check out their blogs because hot damn. They both inspired me to start my own!
I’ll be updating this as I have time!
Important Note: Yes! This list is intense, and so shall the fics! All of the kinks will be noted at the beginning, as well as tagged. Remember, it’s fiction. Fake. That’s why I write it. If you don’t like it, you can kindly scoot along :D
Hi guys! The next fic is taking a little bit longer because I’m thoroughly putting everything I can into it! So, it might not be up today! That being said, I’m hoping it’ll be a good one you Shigi fans really like!!
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Kinktober Day 7. Somnophilia : Can’t Stop Loving You | Shinso
Day 7: Somnophilia
Title: Can’t stop loving you
Pairing: Shinso x F!Reader
Count: 1.2k
Summary: You and Shinso were both adopted. You’ve been brother and sister for years now. What you didn’t know is just how crazy you’re driving your brother. He loves you. He has to have you.
Warnings: Noncon, somnophilia, pseudo-incest
Note: Shorter one today because I’m very busy. Have a good one! If you’d like to be tagged for my kinktober fics, dm me! My inbox is open~
You were exhausted from pulling an all nighter to cram for your final exam. The sleepiness hit all at once. Standing up from the dinner table, Shinsou glances up at you.
“Hey, I’m going to head up to my room.”
“Okay,” he states, taking another bite of his dinner. “Need anything?”
You yawn, shaking your head. “Nah. I’m good.”
“Let me do the dishes for you. You’ve had a long day.”
“Oh, no it’s fine, Toshi, I’ll get it.” You say, your eyes drooping while standing there.
He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Go to bed, sis. I’ve got it.”
A playful giggle rolls out of you, and you run your hands through his hair as you push his head away. “Okay, fine. Thank you.”
He hums as you turn to walk away.
Your brother was warming up to you slowly.Ever since you were adopted into the family, things were withdrawn and kind of difficult as the both of you finished high school. He was nice, and really, you two just started talking. It was like he was a brick wall, refusing to open up. Then, your parents went away on a trip and it was like the chemistry just flowed naturally.
Both you and him were still crashing at home, you finishing college, and him following dad’s footsteps in hero work.
It was nice.
As you made your way up to your bedroom, you missed Hitoshi’s eyes tracking you.
He knew it was wrong. Aizawa had adopted the both of you in your first year of high school. He was his prodige, and you were his precious daughter.
And yet Shinso couldn’t stop. You were different from all of the others. You thought he was funny, you could read him, thought he was more than his quirk.
He finished his meal, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
You worked yourself so hard, with minimal credit. You were working to create gadgets for folks in the hero industry, especially for those who were quirkless like yourself. After all, your big brother and dad wouldn’t always be there to protect you.
Shinso stood up slowly, grabbing your bowl and his to take to the sink. He was slow and deliberate, cleaning the dishes thoroughly.
Afterwards, he began ascending to the second floor where both your rooms were.
Your door was cracked open, just a hint. Shinso stopped, peering in. A groan rolled from him at the sight of you.
You were dressed in a simple night shirt and panties. Passed out on your stomach, your shirt had risen up and was showing the creamy soft skin of your thighs, your ass, and part of your back.
Fuck was that hot.
“Sis?” He called out softly.
You didn’t respond, snoring softly.
The grin that Shinso had was criminal
He had purposefully slipped a benadryl into your meal. He knew this was his opportunity to finally, finally have you.
Dad wouldn’t be home until late in the morning, and it was early evening now. That gave him hours of play time.
It was your fault, to him. You were constantly parading in your tight clothes, touching his arms or hair, hugging him. You loved spending time with him, being around him, and it was taking its toll on Hitoshi. He had tried to avoid you, to get the impure thoughts out of his head, but it was like you doubled down on your efforts whenever he drew himself away from you.
You were perfect. You were plaguing his mind.
Shinso was miserable. The amounts of times he had to get himself off because you patted his head was becoming too much. He’d jack off daily in the shower to the thought of you. When he watched porn, he replaced the woman with an image of you in his mind. It was never enough.
The only way he could satiate himself was if he had you.
Shinso gave a slight slap to your face, seeing if you’d react. It wasn’t hard enough to be painful or leave a mark, just enough to be a shock.
You didn’t respond at all.
You were dead to the world.
Shinso chuckled. Finally, you’d be his.
“Oh, sis. Why do you do this to me? This is your fault.” He runs his hands down your face, petting you. His hands travel down your back and a shudder of delight fills him as you sleep soundly.
His hands reach the end of your shirt, and he slides his fingers under the clothing, against your warm skin. A pretty sigh falls from your lips as he runs his hands all the way up your spine.
Shinso massages your skin, feeling the knots in your back. You deserved to feel good. He would make you comfortable.
His hands slide to your waist, and he holds you softly. You’re too precious to him.
His pants are tented, and he groans in the pain of his hard on.
Finally, he slides you panties down, slipping them in his pocket.
God you were beautiful.
How’d he end up so lucky to be able to touch you? Hold you? Make you his?
Shinso climbs onto your bed with you, splaying your legs so he can fully see your pussy. He groans loudly. He sucks on two of his fingers. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.
He slides his fingers past your lips, and the tight warmth from you makes him shiver in excitement. It was so hard to not to slide into your cunt right this minute. Instead, he fucks you softly with his hand, feeling your pussy drip over his fingers.
He wraps his hand, now covered in your slick, around his cock, rubbing himself to alleviate the pain.
Shinso was a stingy man. He was selfish.
He knew he should have prepared you better, but he was too excited.
Slowly, he presses the tip of his cock against your cunt. He wastes no time sliding into you. A hiss of pleasure rolls through him, and he shudders, trying to hold still.
Your warmth was addicting, and he snapped his hips into you, burying to the hilt. You mewl sleepily, pleasure filling your sleeping form.
That set himself off, and he began fucking your sleeping body hard and fast, groaning at how right this felt. How good it felt.
He was building to the edge of pleasure far too quick, your sleeping form whining from pleasure.
Shinso reached around to your clit, and began to furiously rub your bean. The way your walls fluttered and held you tight felt too good.
In your sleep, you cried out, cumming on his cock.
It was too much.
He pressed his hips hard, forcing his cock as deep as he could, and came hard straight into your unprotected womb.
Shinso shakes as he sits there, his dick softening inside of you.
When he draws himself out of your warmth, your whole body shudders. He grins, proud as he watched your mixed cum sliding out of your pussy.
So, he takes his fingers, forcing the cum back into your slopping pussy, and pulls his pants up.
He would have you again.
It didn’t satiate him at all. If anything, this showed him that he needed to have you, keep you, make you his fully.
Summary: You’re the secretary of the number one hero in the world. Unfortunately, your boss is a dick. That, and many people are on the lookout for him. So when you take a wrong turn down an alley trying to outrun a pursuer, things don’t go so well.
Warnings: Noncon, Gun in mouth and Pussy, degration, sadistic Dabi
Note: Just a handful of finals left, woohoo! Also, thanks for all of the support! If you’d like to be tagged for my kinktober fics, dm me! My inbox is open~
You turn the corner, seeing the creep follow you down the alley.
You’d been running from him as soon as you got out of work. You just couldn’t seem to shake him from your tail, though. Everytime you thought you finally made it out of his chase, he’d be there again.
Sure, you were the secretary for the number one hero, but that didn’t mean you had important information. Bad guys didn’t seem to understand that.
They thought that just because you were some quirkless girl they could push you.
Yeah right.
You turn the alley again, and stop. Wrong turn. Dead end straight ahead.
“Fuck!”
A slow chuckle comes from the only exit of this particular dead end. You whip around to look at your pursuer.
With a sigh, you lock your eyes on the man. He was tall, black hair, and purple burns along half of his face.
You knew him.
How could you not?
“Dabi, to what do I owe the pleasure? I must say, you’ve been tracking me a long ways, so surely it must be important.”
“Awe, I’m flattered you know my name, doll.”
“So, did you follow me just for the pleasant conversation? If so I would have suggested this cute little coffee house a few blocks from here. If not, I’d really like to go home and take a shower.”
He takes a step farther into the alley. “You know what I’m here for. Where’s the location of Endeavor.”
“Would you believe me if I said I didn’t know? In fact, if you find him, you should let me know. I have a few choice words to share with the boss.”
“You’re starting to piss me off. Give me the information, and I won’t kill you.”
You sigh. “I swear I don’t know. The man hardly tells me shit. Believe me, I’d give you his location in a heartbeat if I knew. But I don’t know. He’s been awol for three weeks straight, and it’s making my job that much more complicated.”
Dabi takes more steps closer to you, quickly closing the gap between you two. “The old man wouldn’t just vanish without telling someone. And seeing as you're his personal bitch, it has to be you.”
You’re torn between scowling at him, and shying away in concern at his rapidly closing in on you.
“I honestly don’t know where he is.”
“Well, then I guess this is your unlucky day.”
He begins to move, and you move to pull the firearm out of its hiding place.
After all, the city isn’t safe for quirkless individuals.
The shot rings out in the alley, whizzing by his head. “That was a warning shot. I don’t know where that fucker is. He could be dead for all I care. Now leave me alone.”
Something dark lights up his eyes as he gazes you down. “Oh, you should have taken the shot, doll.”
Dabi launches a wall of flames across one side of the alley. You jump to the other, raising your gun to shoot at him again. A yelp falls from your lips as he meets you where you stand, arm pushing the arm with the gun up so it fires into the sky.
You step back, your arm still in his grasp as you go to kick him.
He pushes you away, countering your attack with a leg sweep.
The gun rolls out of your grasp.
Dabi drops to the ground, a flame in his hand.
You grab his arm, flipping your positions so you’re on top, and he’s pinned on the ground.
“Didn’t realize you were the kinky type. If you wanted to pin me, doll, all you had to do was say something.”
You scoff, trying to land a hit on this man.
The two of you get in a scuffle.
The glint of the gun catches your eyes, and you go to grab it, only for Dabi to catch you by your thigh, and rolling you two so your back is on the gravel again, him between your legs with one pinned under his knee. One of his warm hands wraps around your throat, pinning it to the ground.
The cool metal pressed into your skin and the click of the gun pointed between your eyes has you freeze. How did he get it without you seeing? A beat of silence drifts between you two.
“And you were saying?” He taunts.
Well, this was unexpected.
You really couldn’t offer what he wanted. So that bastard that forced you to be his secretary was going to get you killed. Sure, you thought it’d be at his own hands. Never in your wildest dreams did you think your own gun pinning you in place would be your demise.
The world was cruel like that.
“Get the fuck off me or shoot me, Dabi.”
He laughs. “Then this would have been for nothing.”
You sigh in frustration, glaring at him. “I told you. I don’t know where that bastard is.”
Dabi hums as if in thought, but his eyes hold a mirth that tells you his mind is already made up. “Say you don’t, well, then there’s other things you can offer me.”
“Like what?” You ground out, testing his strength holding you in place. You can barely move.
This was not good.
“Like this.” He grounds his knee against your sex, and a surprised moan rolls from your lips.
“What the fuck?”
A morbid laugh leaves him. “See, you might not care for the bastard, but he has a soft spot for you. Imagine his turmoil at hearing his precious little bitch of a secretary, the one person he trusts, is ruined because he decided to go for a little vacay. When he finds out that all he had to do was give her his location, and then she might still be intact? Not ruined? Yeah. That’s something you can offer me.”
“So what? What’re you going to do to ruin me then?” you just couldn’t keep your fucking mouth shut, could you? Life or death, and you badmouth the villain with a fire quirk on par to your boss’, and who’s currently holding a gun to your head? Dumb move.
“I’m going to do something the old bastard has been wanting to do since you were hired.”
Dabi’s hand heats up, and you grunt at how uncomfortable it is on your throat.
“Now, why don’t you be a good little bitch and open up.”
“Fuck you.”
As you spit out your words, Dabi forces the gun into your mouth, the metal clacking against your teeth before you can open up more to withdraw some of the discomfort. It catches on your lip, making it bleed.
The metal is cold on your tongue. You gag as he forces it farther in your mouth, the taste of the oil mixing with the blood from your lip being fowl.
“Better suck this like it’s the best dick you’ve ever had, doll, because this is all the prep you’re going to get before I shove it between your legs.”
To prove his point, Dabi grabs the crotch of your panties from under your skirt, yanking it hard. A loud rip and cool air kissing your pussy from the fabric makes you shudder.
Dabi grins down at you. “That’s right, slut. Make this a good show, and you’ll make it out of this shitty alley alive. God, your pussy is going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.
He shifts his hand that’s around your throat down to your pussy, unceremoniously shoving two fingers in hard.
You cry out in pain, tears rolling down your face at the humiliation.
He pulls the gun away, inspecting at the spit clinging to it. He presses the barrel against your throat, lazily dragging a path down between the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, and ending on your mound.
“Please. Don’t do this.”
He blinks up at you, chuckling. “It’s too late to beg… although it is sweet hearing you beg.”
Dabi nudges the end of the gun against your clit, making you jolt. You try to shimmy your hips away, frantic.
His free hand that’s buried deep between your legs flies up to your mouth, where he holds your chin with force.
“You better stay right fucking there.” He growls, a dangerous glint returning to his eyes. “Or else.”
Trembling in fear, you hold still, your eyes streaming.
Dabi grins again, running the gun through your folds.
“Man, for much as you keep protesting this, you sure are wet. Fucking whore.”
With that, he presses the gun into your heat.
You gasp in pain. “No, please stop! It hurts.”
“That’s the point.” Ignoring you, he presses the barrel until there’s a give in your walls, the tip fully surrounded by your pussy. You roll your hips in discomfort, not moving to get away, but relieve the pain.
He doesn’t stop, sliding the gun inch by inch until it’s flush with the trigger guard. The front sight grinds against your inner walls, catching on your g-spot, and you shudder at the feeling. Your eyes roll and a soft whine leaves your lips.
“I thought you said it hurt? And now here you are, getting off to your gun being held by your enemy.”
“It does hurt,” you cry, licking your bloody lip and trying to speak around the fingers holding your tongue hostage.
He pulls the gun out only to begin a rough pace of fucking it into your now drippig cunt, the sight grinding against your walls. A pained groan floats from your lips as you clench around the metal.
His laugh is cruel as he continues to fuck the gun into your cunt, pulling his fingers from your mouth. “I bet I could get you to cum around this. I bet I can get you to cum and thank me for it.”
“No, please. Please stop!” You wail as it drags painfully again, making your walls flutter on the metal.
He wipes his saliva covered finger in your hair, moving his hand down south to meet his other hand. His fingers press into your wet folds, finding your clit. With no hesitation, he begins to rub hard.
Despite your babbling, you can feel pleasure pulsing in your veins as you begin edging towards an orgasm.
Just before you can tumble over, though, he stops. He pulls his fingers off of you and pulls the gun so only the end of it is in your pussy.
You hate him. You hate how close to the edge you were brought. You hate how you want to cum.
“Giving up already?”
“Fuck. You.”
“Oh, you will. But first things first.” He shoves the gun hard inside again. A strained groan rolls past your lips as your hips thrust to meet his motion. He continues his brutal pace from before. “Tell me, doll. Tell me what you need or I’ll keep edging you. I’ll edge you until you black out from overstimulation.”
The tone in his voice told you just how truthful he was being. A different kind of fear filled you. “Please,” You whimper out brokenly.
“Please what?” He thrusts the gun with each word, his fingers going back to tapping your clit. You’re close to collapsing in pleasure.
Frustration builds inside again as he holds his motions, the edge falling away again. “Please let me cum!”
“Gladly.” You feel him resume his pace again, the gun making squelching noises with all of your juice. His fingers warm up slightly as he applies hard, fast circles on your clit. You’re brought to the edge so quick it makes you dizzy. “Cum for me.”
Your walls flutter around the barrel of the gun as you tumble over the edge, body tensing as pleasure rolls through you. You moan out his name as bliss takes hold of your body. Finally, you relax, body giving away all tension that was there before, and laying still on the alley ground.
“What do you say, doll? Better choose your words wisely, or my fingers my slip.”
You’re immediately reminded of the threat that’s still pressed inside your pussy. “Thank you.”
Dabi grinds the sight of the gun against your sensitive folds. “For?”
“Thank you for letting me cum,” You whimper.
He makes a satisfying sound, finally pulling your gun from between his legs. He makes eye contact with you as he runs his tongue along the barrel. The sight makes you shiver. He stands up, towering over your limp body.
“Now, let’s go. I’m not finished ravishing you yet, but this alley is a fucking mood killer.”
You shake as he tucks your gun in his pants, looking expectantly at you. Shakily, you force yourself into a sitting position.
“That’s a good girl,” he mockingly coos at you. “Now, I’m pretty sure you mentioned a shower. I’d love to fuck you in it.”
Oh man. That among us and mermaid fic have got me going feral 🥵 would you ever consider doing sequels? Like birthing those eggs or just like. Darling getting forced by the imposters all the time. Maybe they infiltrate another location and the boys just use her at every opportunity. Maybe tries to teach her to love the dark bc that's when they have fun. Idk. Great work btw!! Keep it up
Thank you!!
And yeah, I think I would definitely consider doing sequels, it just depends on what the people want, and what inspires me, you know? I’d love to explore king mermaid Bakugou some more, and I love Among Us, so any of that would be a fun thing to write.
I just don’t know what everyone wants. I mean so far a couple things that I’ve written that have really done it for people have been the things I least expected, and others that I wrote because hot damn was I thirsting, barely have any exposure. I write because I want people to enjoy themselves, you know? I can thirst for myself any time.
Any sequels I do, though will probably not happen until after Kinktober (unless it really catches me off guard and inspires me), because holy shit am I motivated atm. I’m afraid that if I stop the grind, I’ll lose momentum.
That being said, if you have any ideas you’d reaaally like to see, my inboxes are open! <3
Kinktober Day 5. Aphrodisiac : Pleasurable Test | Overhaul
Day 5: Aphrodisiac
Title: Pleasurable Test
Pairing: Overhaul x F!Reader
Count: 2.2k
Summary: You needed to make ends meet, and so you go to subject yourself to a testing center that will pay. Turns out, you’ve signed yourself up for way more than you expected. You should really read the fine print.
Note: It’s finals week and definitely starting to hit me. Also, thanks for all of the support! If you’d like to be tagged for my kinktober fics, dm me! My inbox is open~
You snarled behind your gag at the man in the lab coat, who was currently coming at you with another needle. When he stepped close, you managed to kick the shot away.
“You can’t even handle one little girl. Pathetic.” A voice you haven’t heard before chides. A man wearing a plague mask and rather large coat with purple feathers stepped in. You could barely see him from where you’re restrained on the operating table. He snaps gloves onto his his, his eyes glaring at the subordinate. “And now that needle is filthy.”
“I’m so sorry sir!” you could see the sweat from the doctor, his face pailing. “She kicked me and it went flying!”
“Begone. I do not wish to hear your excuses.”
“Yes sir.” The guy practically runs from the room.
The man levels his gaze on you, judging.
You quirk an eyebrow at him, challengingly.
You’ve been here for a week. It was supposed to be one test, in which you got paid for. You took it because money was tight and you needed to pay rent. Little did you realize they would keep you kidnapped and subject to their devices because you were the “perfect candidate”. Your fear has practically been pushed aside by your anger. For a week they’ve been sticking you with needles, running “tests”, keeping you on the edge of functioning. All you had left was your anger and attitude.
“What a nuisance.” The man sighs. His dark eyes scan your barely clothed body.
Quicker than you can move, the man has your legs pinned down, fastened in place just like your arms and neck are. A gasp of shock careens past your lips, silenced by the gag.
“That’s better.” He moves over to the counter where the equipment lays. He turns his back towards you. “Do you know who I am?”
“Well, I assume you’re the one in charge of these monkeys. Do you know who I am?” You bite at him.
“I am Kai Chisaki. You will address me as Overhaul.” He turns slowly, an intense look in his eyes that makes your skin crawl. “I know plenty about you. You are a quirkless individual. Your blood type is AB negative. You’re allergic to penicillin. You’ve lived in this city your whole life. I know you were adopted at the age 5. You had a kidney transplant at the age 12.”
“Your parents were brutally murdered when you were in high school by a villain attack. I know that the villain attack was actually a target for your father’s brother because he made some bad deals with the yakuza.” He grabs a needle and begins to mix a mystery pink liquid into it. You’re shaking by now. How does he know so much? “You dropped out of high school quickly after, and less than two years later sold most of your adoptive parent’s belongings, and then the house.”
Overhaul takes deliberate and slow steps towards you, tapping the air bubbles out of the needle. “You moved into a seedy little apartment in the middle of town. You work at a small bar across from the noodle shop in the bad part of town because it was the only place that would hire you. This month you couldn’t make ends meet so you showed up here.”
A gloved hand drops onto your arm, thumb soothing over the prominent vein of yours. “And most importantly, I know your name isn’t actually Nakaya Kosuke. You, Miss (y/n), have quite the extensive history.”
You jerk hard at hearing your birth name. No one should know! Only your adoptive parents, who as he stated were dead, and the lawyer that erased your identity knew.
You try to speak through the gag, your words hushed.
An amused dark chuckle falls from him. “Oh, my apologies, did you want to speak?”
You nod your head.
His eyebrows raise, as if debating it. Finally, he unties the back of your gag. You spit it out, breathing in deeply. “Careful now, say something I don’t like and I’ll put it back on. Or I’ll remove your tongue.”
“Why am I here?”
He hums. “You are special. Did you know that your blood type is extremely rare?”
You clench your teeth, glaring at this cocky son-of-a-bitch. “I did.”
“Well, fortunately for us, your blood type was exactly what we’ve been looking for in our experiment. It’s extremely hard to come by a willing participant, too.”
“I’m not willing. I signed up for a test. One.”
His chuckle is light, and his eyes are wide with sadistic mirth. “No. You actually signed up until there was one successful test. So far, none of them have been such. It would appear someone didn’t read the fine print.”
Oh. Oh god. Did you really?
“No worries. You will be fully compensated. Well-” His eyes narrow. “If you live.”
Overhaul begins to prep the vein in your arm. “See, quirks are filthy. Those heroes parading around their quirks are but vermin on this earth. Pathetic. But you - no, you’re corrupted like those who roam the streets. Your blood is pure. Your genes are clean. You and I are far more similar than you might think, y/n.“
“What are you going to do to me?” Fear is fully controlling your mouth now. You shiver as he sanitizes the area he plans on injecting you.
“I have reason to believe that your blood will be the perfect capsule to carry my new invention. It’s a device that will remove the quirks of those who come in contact with it.” The look in his eyes turned wild, excited. You shiver. “My parents were ripped away from me, too. Those heroes did nothing to save them. Yet, they parade around the world as if we, the common folk, owe them. Not for long. Now, don’t make too much of a noise; I’d rather not have to remove your tongue.”
The prepped needle’s cap comes off, and the metal slides into your skin. You whimper, looking away as Overhaul begins to press its contents into your bloodstream. As quick as it began, it ended. He wipes away the lone blood drop before pressing a bandaid against you.
“Normally I would never dream of coming so close to an individual. But you are different from the filth filling this world.” Gloved hands grab your chin, turning you to look into his eyes. “You’re pure. Perfect. And I plan on taking full advantage of that, my sweet Y/N.”
Tears burn your eyes, your lip trembling. You finally let your body relax. This time you were truly fucked. He pulls his hand away, throwing away the needle tip of the syringe. You watch him walk away, back to the counter where he removes his gloves and washes his hands and arms.
A warmth began to fill your system. You shoot a concerned look at Overhaul. It was like your body was warming up from the inside out, your blood beginning to boil. A feverish sweat was spreading over every inch of you. “Something’s wrong.” You croak out.
Overhaul turns back to glance at you, sweaty and blushed. A mild look of intrigue covers his face. “Oh?”
“It’s burning me.” You whine.
Your body is completely uncomfortable now. The warmth feels … different. Wrong even.
“Explain to me what is happening.” He dries his hands leisurely, watching you from across the room before putting on a new, clean pair of rubber gloves.
“I’m hot. It feels like my blood is boiling. I -” you whimper as the slightest movement of your head increases the feeling tenfold. “Please make it stop.”
Overhaul takes his time as he walks back over to you. He runs a finger over your pulsepoint. The single touch sends a wave of pleasure crashing through you, a moan following. “How interesting.”
You’re mortified and confused. You wish you could rub your thighs together at the uncomfortable feeling between them.
“I see now. The molecular constructs of those two vials creates an aphrodisiac.”
You pinch your eyes shut as his single digit drags down your arm, over the hospital gown you have. The thin fabric is too much. It feels as if it’s weighing you down and making it that much harder to breathe.
“I suppose I should relieve you. It’ll be the only way to collect your blood at the right molecular compounds,” He muses to himself, talking out loud as if you’re not there.
Overhaul pulls off the glove on his left hand. “If I hadn’t reassembled you already, I would let you suffer until the side effects wear off. But, because of me, you really are clean. You should thank me.”
Not knowing what to say, you watch the man through your watery tears. He presses his bare hand on your stomach. If you weren’t being restrained, you would have arched into his hand, moaning loud as pleasure floods your core.
When he removes his hand, your whole body shivers as air nips your bare skin. How? “Wh-what?”
He chuckles. “My quirk.”
You watch as Overhaul steps around your pinned body, coming close to your wet sex.
“What a mess you’ve made. Disgusting.” Despite his words, he runs his gloved hand up your right leg, stopping at the stop below your belly button. You can feel your walls flutter.
A choked out “Please,” tumbles from your lips. You’re so turned on it hurts. Your brain can’t think straight anymore.
You moan loudly as a single finger strokes your dripping lips. You roll your hips as best as you can to get more friction. He lets out a proper laugh at your discomfort, sliding his single digit past your folds.
“So needy. What would you do without me? If I wasn’t here to relieve you?”
Your walls flutter around his digit as he runs his finger against your inside. The burning in your blood only seems to increase at the slight relief. “Please, Overhaul please!”
At your pitiful begging, he slides another finger in, stretching your walls. He works the two digits in a slow and methodical pace, scissoring you. You whine and cry, grinding your hips into his fingers. When he curls the two fingers and strokes the spongy spot inside you, a coil snaps, and you cum hard around him.
He doesn’t stop, continuing to pump his fingers inside you. You moan as you come down from your high.
The heat inside dims for the barest of moments before firing back up with a vengeance.
“Did that make you feel better?” He mocks, putting more force behind his motions.
You gasp as the coil of pleasure begins again. “It hurts! I need more, please!”
“Patience, little one. You’ll get your release. Soon, you’ll be begging me to stop.”
As if to prove his point, he uses his thumb to stroke your clit hard. Your walls flutter and drip around his gloved fingers as you feel yourself close to the crest again. “Oh - Oh, oh please!” You wail.
“Cum again, pet.”
You do. Your walls spasm as you tip over, shaking in your restraints as a sigh leaves you.
He doesn’t stop. The fire inside is rapidly dwindling, and you flinch at the touch.
“Oh, are you sensitive already?” He muses. “It won’t last long.”
True to your words, the fire picks up again. You sob as his touch hurts. It hurts yet is relieving you too. Tears stream down your face as you’re overstimulated, but the heat is still there.
“It's almost over. Hold on just a bit longer.”
Overhaul fingers you faster, making the coil of pleasure twist quicker and harder than the last two orgasms. You sob as you near the edge again.
“Last one. Give me one more. Cum over my fingers.”
“I can’t!” You cry out, rocking your hips into his fingers despite what you say.
“You can. And you will.” You can hear the squelching as his fingers target your g-spot, his thumb rolling your clit hard. “Cum again y/n.”
A scream rips from your throat as you’re forced over the edge of another orgasm. Your entire body tenses, and white fills your eyes. Overhaul drags his fingers out of you slowly, making you wince from the overstimulation. He tears the glove covered in cum off of his hand before sliding a new set on.
Panting hard, you come down again, body relaxing. Your blood no longer feels like you’re being boiled alive.
You flinch as a syringe is forced into your arm, and watch in sick curiosity as he draws blood from you. Even the touch of the needle makes you quiver, your entire body too sensitive for touch.
“Shh, it’ll be okay. You did so well.”
You moan, shaking as he places a bandage over your skin again. Your head swims as black dots at the edge of your vision.
You look up at him, and can tell even from behind his mask that he’s smiling. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Rest well, pet.”
Summary: Your mother has remarried, meaning that nonother than pro hero number one, Endeavor, is your new step dad. Unbeknownst to you, he’s been keeping a watchful eye on you, developing quite the interest in his new, quirkless daughter. So when your family leaves and leaves just the two of you alone, he finally takes what’s his.
Note: I spent practically all day on this one! Once I started writing, it basically wrote itself. Also, thanks for all of the support! My inboxes are open~
This home was not your home. You felt like no more than a guest, walking the high class hallways. Your new siblings weren’t much of a help, either.
Shouto was the closest to your age, just a few months older than you, and both of you were fresh out of high school. He was cold and reserved. He spent as little time as possible in the mansion, preferring to spend time at his school working or with friends. He doesn’t seem to be particularly mean, just withdrawn.
Natsuo and Fuyumi were saints in your readjustments. They’re nice and friendly. They get along with you, they welcomed your mother, and you enjoy spending time with them. Natsuo didn’t spend much time at home since he was a full-fledged college student who was double majored. The two of you often commuted together.
Fuyumi was the sister you never knew you wanted. She was a sweetheart.
The oldest was a creepy, angry guy, who you’ve only met once. At the wedding, his eyes wouldn’t stop scanning you. The last thing he had said to you before dipping from the reception gave you chills. “No wonder the old man married your mom. He’s gonna have a fun time with you.”
He was gone before you could say anything, leaving you with a wink and a casual wave.
That was a few months ago. An entire semester of college had finished, and break was in full swing. Fuyumi and Natsuo had gone to visit a friend of theirs, and would be gone all week. Your mother was in the states for a photo shoot, like the perfect little trophy wife she was.
That just left you and your step-father in the house alone. The two of you had barely had a conversation before the house became empty. You weren’t sure how to even converse with him. Did you even want to?
At least he was a pro hero, busy off fighting villains or whatever he does. You were usually in bed by the time he got home, and he was typically gone before you woke up. You were nice enough to cook him dinner each night as you made your own. You assumed he ate it, considering the cleared plates you found in the sink.
Today was no different. Your days were spent lounging, relaxing, and recuperating after your intensive first semester. It was “strive for perfection” in this household, and it had begun to take its toll.
As you make your way into the living room, your new favorite place to curl up with a book, your whole body comes to a jarring stop. The last thing you expected to see was the big, number one hero, man who married your mother himself, Endeavor.
He sat with a newspaper in hand, wearing an expensive sweater and slacks.
He glances up at you when he hears your feet shuffle to a stop.
“Good… morning…” You say hesitantly, no longer sure if you wanted to take a seat in the living room. You shuffle on your feet, not wanting to make direct eye contact. “Do you, um, work today?”
“Today is my day off.” His voice makes you jump. You glance up to see his intense eyes analyzing you.
“I didn’t think villains took days off,” you mutter before you can even think of keeping your mouth closed. Instantly embarrassed, you clap your hand over your mouth, eyes wide, gauging his reaction.
To your complete and utter shock, a deep, throaty chuckle escapes him. He gestures to the seat across from him.
You quickly take a seat, not wanting to anger him. His eyes follow your movements, an intense, almost dark look clouding his gaze.
With your legs tucked underneath you, curled up on the couch where you’d frequented over the week, you try to relax, even though his eyes were still burning you.
“What plans do you have for dinner tonight? I’ve quite enjoyed the selection you’ve made this week.”
“Oh!” You perk up briefly. At least that answers your question on whether he had decided to indulge in your cooking. “I hadn’t thought about it yet. I was debating between Udon or something else.”
He hums in contemplation. “Allow me to show you my thanks for the meals. Perhaps I can treat you tonight.”
“Oh you don’t have to do that…” Your voice trails off. It’s not that this necessarily feels like a trap per se, but something in your gut says it definitely is.
An amused chuckle rumbles his chest. “As you did not have to prepare me something to eat.” He stretches, standing up. As he does, his hand briefly grazes your thigh, making you jump.
“Be prepared by 6 tonight. Dress nice.”
As he walks down the hall towards his office, you finally feel like you can breathe. Somehow, you felt like your act of kindness set you up for something way more daunting than you ever imagined.
With a sigh, you make your way back to your room. You have a few hours before you need to start getting ready.
~.~.~.~
In what felt like no time at all, you were dolled up in a classy dress, hair done prettily, and a fresh face of makeup. Being the daughter of a world-renowned model required your knowledge of certain skills, and especially more now that your new step-father was the number one hero.
So, a quarter to six, you found yourself slowly walking down to the front door, a tiny clutch with your phone in hand.
You’d spent the hours between the conversation with Enji, and now, contemplating what exactly his motive for taking you out to dinner could be. The man was a private one, seemingly in love with your mother. His own kids barely talk to him. Maybe he’s not used to a child figure showing compassion?
Loud footfalls interrupt your wandering thoughts as the man himself steps into the foyer. He’s wearing a crisp blak suit, and you can’t help but notice just how his arms flex as he adjusts the lapel on his tie. Enji’s eyes catch you standing there, roaming over your appearance like a predator might its prey. You swallow thickly, your heart jumping into your throat.
You can’t help feeling slightly underdressed. Your family was considered high class before, but now the standard is so far out of your reach, you feel completely inadequate standing before the number one hero.
Finally, he makes a noise of approval, and you can’t stop the fluttering in her heart as he does. “That dress suits you quite nicely.”
An angry blush crawls over your skin. “Thank you!”
He smirks, stepping next to you. With one hand, he opens the door. His other rests on the small of your back, shuffling you outside and towards his private car. You can feel the heat of his hand through your dress, and it makes you shiver. You knew that if he wanted to, he could absolutely destroy you, and yet the soft and gentle touch makes your heart erratic. Was it from the panic? Or something else? You weren’t sure.
He leads you to the passenger side of his vehicle, opening the door like a proper gentleman. Before he closes it, and before you can react, he’s bending down into the space, his face oddly close to you. A squeak leaves you as Enji smirks at you, buckling you in, his hand grazing your hip. When he pulls away, closing the door to round over to his side, you press your thighs extremely hard together.
The drive is rather silent, your confusion filling your head, and his eyes roaming over your silky legs. When he pulls up to the restaurant, a 5-star joint that anyone other than the number one hero would have to reserve months in advance for, he moves quickly to aid you getting out of the vehicle. His eyes narrow when he notices you’ve unbuckled yourself, but instead of commenting on it, Enji offers you his arm to stand up.
He passes his keys over to the valet. His other hand snakes around your hips, pressing into the small of your back again as he leads you into the restaurant. The hostess smiles brightly at you and Enji, leading you back to a private booth.
The beauty of the restaurant made you gasp in awe. You’ve been to many classy joints, but this place was something else entirely. The booth had a heavy and elegant curtain blocking a rounded booth from the sights of other patrons.It was one level up from the main floor, and had an exceptional view outside, as well as down on all of the other patrons below. All in all, it was magical.
“Here is your booth Mr. and Mrs. Todoroki. If you have any question, complaints, or requests, please feel free to ring the bell provided. We hope you enjoy your visit.” And with that the hostess is gone.
Your skin crawls, your face blushing, at being called Mrs. Todoroki. Sure, you looked very similar to your mother, but never had anything like that happened to you before.
Enji took notice of your flustered state, a chuckle reverberating through his chest as he led you to take a seat first. He slides into the other side of the both, and it becomes very noticeable just how small the booths are. Well, small for a man as large as Endeavor.
You two are practically hip to hip with a lack of space on either side. It makes your heart thump in your chest just that much harder. You feel his warm hand settle on your knee, and you jump hard, pumping into his side.
“No need to panic, little dove.” The mirth in his voice makes your breath unsteady. “How has college been treating you? It feels as if the last time we spoke it was at the wedding.”
“Oh, it’s been good.” Conversation came much easier than you expected. His eyes looked interested as you spoke about your degree, and the satisfactions of completing in the top of your department. The waiter had dropped off glasses of rich red wine, which you gulped down far too quickly to easy your nerves.
Conversation flowed so easily, it jarred you when the wait staff came to pick up your order. You hadn’t even realized you didn’t look at the menu for a second. Apparently it didn’t matter, though, because Enji ordered for both of you. Your brain couldn’t focus on the words coming out of his lips as his thumb began to make lithe circles around your knee, sliding up just barely.
Your breath hitches. You know this is wrong. You should say something. But he’s the number one hero…. Maybe he shows his affection and closeness differently? I mean, the man has to love your mom, he wouldn’t do anything inappropriate towards you, surely.
Enji says something, and it takes a moment for your brain to realize he was speaking to you. You blink, dazed. Your voice trembles just barely in the fear he knew what you were thinking of. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
His eyes seem to darken for a split second as a smirk tugs at his lips. Just as quick as it happened, it’s gone. “I simply asked if you were making friends. No need to fret, little dove.”
“Oh.” It must have been your imagination, but you could have sworn his voice had deepened with this seemingly new nickname. “Yes. I have been readjusting great. It’s been rather easy to make contacts here that should be beneficial for my future. I’m extremely excited for interns next semester as I have many influential people reaching out for me specifically.”
You didn’t miss the way his eyes burned at that response. The sense of accomplishment that filled you at his pride filled you to the brim.
Dinner is served before you can say anything else. The meal was absolutely mouth watering. With it were more glasses of wine, too.
Enji grabbed his wine glass with his free hand, the other one still petting your thigh. If you were paying attention, you would have realized it had slid up to where the hem of your dress was. “A toast.”
You raise your glass to his, in question.
“To a successful future of pleasure and many accomplishments.” He practically growled.
“To a successful future,” Your words are much quieter than his as you sip your drink. The wine is rich, and it’s easy to tell that it’s just the thing you need to keep your nerves at bay.
Enji begins to eat, keeping his hand on your thigh, dangerously crossing the line of appropriateness.
You, however, begin to feel the effects of your first two glasses of wine as you begin nursing a third glass, sipping it between bites.
The heat on your thigh drags your dress up just slightly, thumbing at where your underwear is. “Oh,” you gasp, shock filling you. “Enji? I think this is inappropriate. Can you please move your hand -”
“Here, try a bite,” Enji says instead of letting you finish your sentence. He puts his fork in your mouth in the middle of your words. Your stomach flutters from the feel of his hand, and the delicious taste of meat. Your head swims in delight, and unconsciously you squeeze your legs tightly, trapping his hand in place.
Enji’s voice is deeper as he’s suddenly bringing his glass of wine to your lips. “Have another drink, it adds to the flavor.”
Your panic is momentarily forgotten as you allow the red liquid to stain your lips. In the back of your mind, you know you’re drunk, and you should stop. You know this is wrong. But man does it make you feel good.
His hand squeezes your thigh, and a breathy moan tumbles from your lips. He simply chuckles, setting the wine down and finishing his food. You try to finish yours as well, head swimming with how good everything was feeling.
“Now, be quiet little dove, and finish your meal. You wouldn’t want daddy to get mad, now would you?” Two fingers slid over your clothed pussy, putting pressure where he definitely shouldn’t be touching. Your brain seems to fizzle as you shake your head no, trying to finish the dish in front of you.
Enji leans in close, pressing his smirk against your throat. “That’s a good girl. You’re doing so well. So wet for daddy already.” True to his words, pleasure is rolling through you, and you can’t help but grind your hips against his hand. You whimper as he pushes the black, lacey fabric inside of you, nipping at your neck. “I can’t wait to get you home and ravage you completely.”
Your body leans heavily into his, locking up in pleasure in your drunken state. As he continues fingering you at the table with one hand, the other he used to bring the rest of your food to your mouth so you could eat it.
You feel so close to your snapping point now, grinding into his knuckles hard, breathing harder. He brings the last bite of your dish to your lips just as you’re about to moan. You’re about to cum on his fingers.
Then he pulls his hand away.
A soft whimper leaves you, your eyes watering from your release that was ripped away from you. He simply smirks as he wipes his messy fingers on your thigh. “Let’s go home, baby. We have a full night ahead of us.”
It doesn’t take much coercion from you as he wraps his arm around your lower back, hand gripping the hip that’s farther from him as you’re pressed into his side. His other hand rests on your shoulder, keeping your footsteps steady. Curse being drunk and wearing heels!
The fresh, air cool on your face does little to sober you up. As he tucks you into your seat, he runs his hands over your stomach and breasts, buckling you in before taking his spot behind the wheel. The trip home is a daze, and before you know it, he’s walking you inside.
You’re ushered through the halls, stumbling. Somehow you lose both heels as you make your way deeper into the house. Everything is a rush. Before you know it, you’re standing in the opening of a room.
A light giggle bubbles from you as you look over at Enji, who’s at the door. “This isn’t my room.”
“I know.” He slides the door shut, the distinct sound of a click rattling inside.
Unease creeps inside of you as it hits you this is wrong.
Enji stalks closer, as if you’re his prey that he’s finally cornered. Slowly, he pulls off his suit jacket, dropping it on the floor.
Your brain clears for a hazy moment, and you scuttle farther from him, deeper into the room.
His chuckle is so deep, it makes your head dizzy as panic seeps into your body. “Enji… I’d like to go to my room now…”
“Oh little dove, not until we’ve had our fun.” His hands go down to his belt, arms flexing as he undoes it, pulling it from its loops.
Your head swims, knees buckling. You land on the bed, trying to stop the room from spinning.
When you look back up, he’s standing between your legs. His sheer size is a force to be reckoned with, and you absolutely shudder.
A warm fist wraps around your throat holding your face in place. He doesn’t squeeze tight, but rather rests it around you like a collar.
“Why are you doing this?” Your lip trembles, eyes watering.
His grin does anything but calm you down. He leans in close, and it’s like you’re forced to breathe in smoke as his eyes lock on yours. His hand moves to hold your jaw, his thumb dragging over your lips, tugging your bottom lip down.
“Because I can.”
Next thing you know, he’s lifting you up with his one hand, forcing you to stand, toes dancing on the ground. Your hands fly up to his wrist as he dangles you with one hand. Tears spill over your cheeks from the pain. Finally he lets go.
You gasp in pain, eyes locking onto him. “I think it’s dessert time. On your knees, baby. Daddy has a treat for you.”
You don’t move. Your body shivers with fear, your head shaking no as the panic crashes through you.
“Do you know what bad girls get when they don’t listen?” A dark glint enters Enji’s eyes before your body is twisted hard, stomach pushed onto the bed. “They get punished.”
His hands wrap around your wrists, prying your hands behind your back. The feeling of his belt secures them in place. You wiggling, trying to escape him, but don’t make it very far. With your hands pinned to your back, all he has to do to keep you in place is set a hand on your lower back and you’re pinned.
Enji flips the bottom of your skirt up, fully revealing your black, lacey panties to his view. “I want you to count.”
“Wait, stop! I’m your step-daughter!” You wail, wriggling underneath him. His hand sails through the air, a sharp sting making you call out in surprise and pain. “What will my mom say when she finds out what you’re doing? This is sexual assault!”
Enji’s laugh is low and threatening. “Your mother? Please. She won’t do anything. No one will, do you know why?” His hot hand rubs the red handprint on your asscheek. His tone turns dark, making your skin crawl. “I’m the number one hero. Who would believe the little nobody daughter of the new Mrs. Todoroki? I mean, if they didn’t believe my late wife… why would they believe you?”
“But- but-”
Another sharp sting makes you jolt, crying out.
“And if you did tell your mother, imagine how devastated she’d be. Her new husband, being coerced and lewded by her own daughter.” His laugh is full and evil. “Who would she believe? The man she loves or the daughter she barely speaks to! Oh, no, you would just be ruining your life. And if the press found out? Step daughter of number one hero throws herself into his lap, begging to be thoroughly dicked down.”
He’s right. Of course the world would believe the number one hero. You really were screwed.
“All of those wonderful contacts you’ve begun collecting would blacklist you on the spot. Face it. You only have one option here, baby. This will be our little secret.”
The fight leaves you, your body going limp as tears rush to your eyes.
“You’re weak. Quirkless. I’m the only one who can protect you.”
There’s nothing you can do.
He hums. “Good choice. Now. From the beginning.”
The sharp sting on your ass makes your whole body shake. “O-one.”
“Good.”
Only a second later, and his firm hand is making contact with your other cheek. “T-two.”
A chuckle rumbles through him as he goes on. After every smack, he rubs gently over the red skin, only to hit harder than the time before. At ten spanks, he rips your panties off of you. You’re not sure, but you think he’s using his quirk to add to the pain, just slightly. The heat makes you moan out in pain.
“Twenty.” You gasp. Your face is a mess, tears staining the bed.
“Look at that, baby likes it when Daddy puts her in place.” You gasp as a finger runs through your wet slit, trying to hold still as disgust and shame fills you. Both of his hands move to rub your ass, gently spreading your cheeks. “Good girl, you did so well my little dove. What do you say?”
You glance over your shoulder at him, confused. What do you say? He raises an eyebrow at you expectantly. “Th-thank you…?”
He hums in approval. Enji grabs the belt holding your arms together and tugs you up so you’re standing with your back against him.
“Now, why don’t we try that treat again?” You nod. When his heavy hand drops onto your shoulder, you sink to your knees in front of him. You wince as your heels dig into your bruised ass cheeks.
Enji undoes his pants, letting them hang open.
“Go on, baby girl. Daddy can’t do all the work.”
Tentatively, you reach up and pull his pants down to his knees. His boxers do little to hide what he’s packing, and the size makes your fingers tremble. You can feel his eyes locked on your movement as you pull his boxers down slowly.
His cock springs up, curving up to his stomach. You don’t want to do this. He’s your step-father! He’s with your mom.
“Come on baby. I’m not a patient man.” You glance up at him, and the dark look on his face is reason enough to believe his words.
With shaky fingers, you slide your finger over the slit oozing precum. He hisses as you wrap your hand around his thick base. Your lip trembles as you slowly lean forwards to swipe your tongue over his head.
He groans, one of his hands wrapping in your hair. “That’s it baby girl. Show Daddy how much you love him.”
Slowly, you suckle on his tip, trying not to cringe at the taste and feeling of his cock sliding along your tongue. The hold on your hair tightens as he begins slow, shallow thrusts into your mouth. You use your hands to massage his length that isn’t in your mouth.
Soon, the tip isn’t enough for him. With both hands, he grabs your head. In one solid movement, he thrusts hard. You gag as his cock hits the back of your throat. You move your hands to his thighs to brace yourself, and try to slow him down. If anything, that makes him speed up.
He’s brutally fucking your throat. It takes everything in you to relax your throat. You sit there, jaw wide, trying to breathe, as he hammers himself into your wet cavern.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum. You better drink every drop or else I’ll have to punish you again.” He warns. You mumble around his cock. You don’t want to be punished again.
Then, he shoves your face all the way down his cock. It spears your throat as he holds you tight against his pubic hair. One of his hands reaches down, hand locking around your throat. It forces you to feel every ridge as his cock begins to pulse. His cum shoots straight down your throat, thick and heavy as it settles in your stomach.
When he pulls you off of his dick, you’re light headed. It takes everything in you to not retch and dry heave.
A hand lazily brushes through your hair. “Good girl,” he praises. He picks you up, sitting you on the bed. “Let Daddy return the favor.”
You don’t react when he pushes you to lay flat on the edge of the bed. He slides his hands up to your dress. It takes you a second to realize there is heat licking at your skin as he burns the dress off your body.
“Oh, baby is really treating Daddy today, isn’t she?” You’re not sure what he’s talking about until one of his hands flick your now-bare nipples. “No bra. So naughty~”
Enji’s hot hands slide down your stomach, spreading your legs wide. You bite your lip as he blows air at your wet center, wanting to close your legs as tight as possible.
Without a moment to spare, his hot tongue is diving into your wet pussy. You gasp, rolling your hips. You can feel him chuckle as he sucks your juices. He instantly starts a brutal pace of tongue fucking your core. The mewls of pleasure falling from you only encourages him more.
Far faster than you expected, pleasure begins to coil tightly. The hazy feeling of being drunk mixes in with the pleasure, leaving you a moaning mess. “Please - please!” You’re not sure what you’re begging for, but you need release.
“What’s my name?” He asks with his face still pressed to your lips. The vibration makes you tremble.
“Enji!”
He growls. “No. What’s my name?” His tongue languidly strokes your folds, giving enough pleasure to keep you on edge.
“Daddy!”
He hums, taking your clit into his mouth and sucking hard. You roll over the edge of your orgasm so quick, stars dance in your eyes. A moan falls from your lips as you roll your hips into him harder, the friction feeling divine.
As you come down from your high, Enji keeps working his tongue on your clit. Two of his fingers slide into you.
Your body jerks, sensitive. “Wait, please, stop! Too much!”
“I’m sure my baby has one more in there for me.” With that, Enji furiously finger fucks you, his tongue and mouth sucking on your clit as another wave quickly coils in you. Your walls clench hard around his digits. His free hand slides up your stomach. As he pinches your nipple, you fall over the edge again, your whole body tensing as a silent scream rips from your throat.
You lay there limply as Enji withdraws his hands and mouth, staring at your fluttering pussy. With the juices on his hand, he grabs his cock and strokes it a few times.
“You’re so beautiful, baby girl. Daddy can’t wait any longer. I need to feel you squeeze my cock.”
He doesn’t wait for you to respond, pushing your body so your head is rested on the pillows. He grabs another, and forces your hips up so he can slide the pillow beneath you. Then he’s crawling between your spent legs. You’re too tired to move after having two orgasms ripped from your tired body.
“Please…” don’t you try to say, but your words freeze as the head of his cock dips past your dripping lips.
One of his hands reaches up to hold your throat, his other gripping your hip. In one quick solid motion, he slams his hips into yours and bottoms out.
You would have screamed if the hand around your throat hadn’t stopped the sound from escaping.
His pace is brutal, slamming his hips so every time his cock rubs along that sensitive spot inside you. The pleasure returns full force, making your head swim as his cock kisses your cervix. You can’t think, can’t speak aside from small moans, and whines of “Daddy,”.
He grunts, feeling your walls flutter around his cock, gripping him tightly. “Fuck. Daddy’s gonna ruin you. You belong to him.”
The hand on your waist reaches down, his fingers furiously rubbing your swollen clit. You moan, rolling your hips up to meet him.
“Are you going to cum on your daddy’s dick?” You nod, tears burning your eyes as the pressure comes close to cresting again. “Say it! Tell me who’s dick is wrecking you.”
“Yours! Daddy’s dick is going to make me cum!” You whine.
“That’s fucking right. Cum on this cock!”
“Gonna knock you up. You belong to me.” He thrusts hard with every word. His words tip you over the edge, and you’re cumming again. He feels your vice-like grip on his cock, and begins to hammer harder into you. Hot ropes of his seed fills you, and he fucks it deeper into your pussy, finally starting to slow down.
You pant into his chest as he lays over you, cock buried deep in your ruined pussy.
A small voice in the back of your head says you should be worried, he came inside.
The black dots filling your vision doesn’t care.
Hot lips press against your forehead. Your body is tugged to lay on Enji’s chest as he rolls over, keeping his cock inside you like a plug. You rest your head on his chest, your vision darkening. His arms hold you tight, a hand petting your hair.
“Finally,” he mutters, as you start to drift into unconsciousness. “What a good fucking girl. Now. just to get rid of your mom…”
Wow! I literally love your blog sm and it's only been like, 3 days. Like, the filth 💕💕💕 I'm so excited for what you have laid out. I'm so ready! Who's your favorite to write/filth over? What day are you most excited to write for Kinktober?
Aweeee you’re gonna make me cry!! <3333 I’m so glad you like it! I’m so glad so many people seem to like it! I wasn’t expecting so many people to find my blog and react so instantaneously and I just super appreciate it all.
My favorites to write are for sure Bakugou. I haven’t written many yet, but I have the most inspiration when it comes to sparky sparky boom man. As for filth: Aizawa, Bakugou, Kirishima, Dabi, just. can I check them all? lol.The amount of pure filth I read of those four though is astronomical.
And I’m honestly so excited for just about every day. A few of them are going to be hard for me I think (i.e. Fat Gum and Overhaul), but that’s because I don’t read fanfic on them nearly as often? I’m most excited for day 26 though. I’ve had that idea in my head for weeks, and it’s one of the reasons I started this blog in the first place!
Feel free to send me what days you all are most excited for! I’d love to read your thoughts and opinions.
Note: man, did I spend so long trying to make tumblr accept my gif for this one ^^; Well, here we are! Also, thanks for all of the support! My inboxes are open~
There was something so beautiful about the ocean.
For as long as you could remember, your family had always called you a child of the sea. If they couldn’t find you, it was likely you were down in the sea foam. From a young age you were more comfortable in the rolling waves than on land. Whether it was being one with the waves, traversing the sandy beaches, or bathing in the sunset, it didn’t matter.
Years have gone by and your fascination has never wavered. Even after your family passed on, this was still your home.
Even now, you found yourself returning to the sandy beaches. In your stress, it never failed to calm you down.
Making your way to the secret alcove always allowed you a peace of mind. No one knew where your little cave resided. From there, you had direct access to the ocean, and the solitude away from wandering eyes of the beaches behind your home.
Today was no different. One hard breakup led to you rushing back to the comfort of your ocean.
What you didn’t expect was the body residing inside your cave.
When you finally slipped into the hidden alcove, a startled gasp left you.
A rather large man with blonde hair looked as if he had washed up on the beach, unconscious. When the water pulled away from his body, you could see a large gash in his shoulder, as if he had been speared. Blood soaked the sand beneath him.
“Oh my god!”
You rush over, hauling your bag off your shoulders. You always kept a med kit and snacks with you just in case of something like this.
Kneeling next to the man, you immediately place your hand in front of his mouth to feel for breathing. A sigh of relief floods you. At least he was still alive.
You pull your jacket off of your shoulders and quickly drop it over his nude waste, respectfully not looking at his rather large package.
Inspecting the wound, you grimace. The skin was ripped in a way that only a spear could have done so. Cleaning the wound as best as you can, you begin prepping the line to stitch him up. Not without poking yourself first. Sucking off the blood from your finger, you start. Making quick work to not disturb the man, you work diligently to stitch up the gash. His skin is so cold...
By the time you finish, the afternoon sun has sunk to a beautiful sunset. You let out a sigh, sitting back to examine your thorough work when you notice his eyes are on you. You flinch.
Vermillion eyes appear to be examining your face. They suck your breath away.
How long had he been watching you? Why didn’t he say anything? He hadn’t even flinched.
“I just finished patching you up… how did you get here? What happened to you?”
A grunt from low in his chest has your skin crawling. He uses his arm that’s okay to push himself up into a sitting position, his face directly in front of yours now. His eyes narrow.
You can feel your heart rate pick up. He’s so close, you can feel the warmth of his breath as it washes over your face.
“I’m… y/n.” You say softly. “What’s your name?”
The scowl on his face loosens just barely, as if he recognized the name. His eyes roam around the cave.
“Whoa, sir? You don’t want to move too much! You might rip the stitches.” You touch his arm hesitantly.
In an instant he turns, his arm gripping the wrist of your hand that touched him. His eyes seem to glow as he glares hard at you.
“Oh.”
It takes a second too long to realize he’s hurting you. Fear crawls up your spine as you try to pull your wrist out of his hold. His hand is huge, you realize, and he’s strong too. He doesn’t even budge as you try to yank yourself away.
A small tch sound comes from him as he lets you go. Before you can blink, he’s standing up and walking towards the mouth of the cave. You avert your eyes as your jacket drops to the sand beneath his feet. What a great ass…
Then, he just vanishes into the water.
You scrub your eyes. You’re sure you watched him walk out of the cave. Then a large wave crashed over the sand and he was just… gone.
What the fuck?
~.~.~.~
Despite the scare in the cave, you find yourself returning daily. Maybe it was in hopes of seeing the blond stranger again, maybe it was to try and tell yourself that really happened.
Besides, everytime you return to the cave, a new and pretty shell and stones appear. It’s almost as if the sea was offering you gifts. Who were you to refuse such pretty things? Today was no different. There was a perfectly round and smooth piece of gold about the size of a quarter.
Still, part of you misses the stranger. You couldn’t say why, but it was as if you’ve met him before?
Shaking that thought from your mind, you lay down in the sand, eyes watching the light from the ocean reflect off the roof of the cave. You hold onto the piece of gold in your left hand, the same one with a bruise from the stranger. It was cool to the touch.
Your eyes begin to drift closed with the water caressing your legs.
When you rouse from your sleep, it’s easy to notice a few things before you open your eyes. Even with a foggy mind you can tell something’s off.
Firstly, your body is chilled to the bone. The sun has made its descent, leaving you to the chill of the ocean’s water at night.
Second, your legs feel like they’re being pinned in place by something heavy and slick, all the way up to your hips.
Lastly, warm air seems to be rushing over your face.
Forcing your eyes to open, it takes them a moment to adjust to the darkness. In the darkness you can see glowing vermillion eyes.
Gasping, you try to yank yourself away from the blond who is laying on top of you. He’s braced on his arms next to your head, looking down at you.
“Finally.” He growls softly. His voice is too gravely to sound human. It’s jarring, enchanting.
You can’t move, and your eyes look down to see why. Your breath hitches when you see what has your legs pinned in place. You freeze, and stop moving completely.
Where his waist should be is a tail. A tail. A giant, dark vermillion tail.
Wonderment fills you. “A mer.”
Something akin to a cocky smirk covers his face. His razor sharp shark-like teeth glimmer in the moonlight as he nods. For some reason your earlier panic subsides as you take a close look at his face.
Your eyes glance down to his shoulder, no longer having any stitches. That’s strange. The only remnants of the wound is a faint white scar. Your hand trails up and runs over the white line. “How?”
“Healed.” He grunts out. You drop your hand down by the side of your head, amazed. That’s when it hits you. All of the shells. “Wait. Have you been leaving all of the shells for me?”
One of his hands moves, laying over top yours which lays vacant near your head. His palm presses into yours, and you can feel the cold of the gold piece pressed between your hands.
“You accept?” His voice gravels.
“The coin? Um. Yes. It’s very pretty.”
Something changes in his face. His eyes dilate. His breathing changes. It’s almost like his whole body shudders in excitement.
The rational part of your brain is screaming at you. You should probably be afraid of this man with razor sharp teeth and extreme strength, who you probably shouldn’t accept anything from. The other part of you is so transfixed with him, though, as if this was the world you belonged to.
Chilled by the waves lapping at your legs, brushing up to your hips, it takes you a moment to realize his hand grips yours with the coin in it. Not only grips it, but begins to tug on it as he shuffles back into the water.
“Whoa, where are we going?” You stumble, being pulled into the frigid water.
Your limbs lock up as he pulls you towards the mouth of the cave where the water is to your chest when standing.
Instead of using words, he makes a sound akin to a seal bark before yanking you into the water under the moonlight.
Gasping, you force your head to stay above water, all while he begins to drag you farther from the land.
He comes to a stop, pulling you close enough to wrap his free hand around your waist, eyes analyzing your face. The cave is much too far for you to try and swim back to now, with your body seizing from the cold. Shivers wrack every inch of skin as you press into the mer.
“Where are you taking me?”
His grin comes back. Instead of answering, you feel him wrap your hands around his neck, his wrapping around your waist as he nudges your legs to wrap around him. “Take a deep breath.”
You barely have enough time to before he launches the two of you under water. The rapid change in pressure makes you press your head against the mer, eyes shut tightly, the salt water rushing around you. You’re rapidly losing your breath. Panic rears up in your chest, sharp and choking. Your chest is already aching from the lack of air, and you’re not able to thrash against the mer as you’re dragged farther down. You’re so disoriented that you’re honestly not even sure what direction you’re going anymore; the salt burns your eyes when you try to open them, and everything is so dark that you can’t see anyways.
For a moment everything goes dizzy. This is how you die, clutching a golden nugget as a mythical creature drags you to the depths of the ocean.
~.~.~.~
Consciousness returns to you slowly and painfully.
The first thing you register is the soreness in your chest and ribs. Every deep breath is an effort, and it feels as if your lungs are actually catching fire. You inhale sharply, which only leads to you sputtering in pain. When you finally crack your eyes open, you think you’ve gone blind, the darkness refusing to fade even with your eyes no longer closed.
When you push yourself up into a seated position, it’s easy to feel that you’ve been sprawled on the wet, rocky floor of a cave. You move your head slowly to try and take in your surroundings. That’s when the darkness gives way to a glimmering blue light all around you. Bioluminescent algae offers a slight glow, and your breath gets caught at the absolute beauty of it all.
You’re sprawled on a ledge of the cave, the other half of it submerged in the most beautiful clear water you’ve ever seen. Beneath the clear water is a depth of pure darkness; it makes you shudder as fear clouds your brain again.
Regardless, you’re still alive, and the relief at still being alive fights the growing sense of unease in your mind. You can’t see an entrance to the cave, which means you have to be in an oxygen pocket somewhere far under the surface of the ocean.
A splash to the left of you practically makes you leap. You whip your head to the side to see where that noise comes from, and part of you relaxes when you see those glowing vermillion eyes. They seem even brighter from down here. You can only barely make out the top of his blond hair, his nose and everything else submerged in the endless water.
“Y/N”.
You jump at your name, the voice echoing in the cave. It’s like the water carried his voice. Instead of gravel, it was smooth and silky, making you shiver at how pleasant it was. You go to run your hands over your arms and realize the gold piece is still wrapped firmly in your hands.
“You said my name…”
“Katsuki.”
“Katsuki?” As you say his name, the sound of water rippling catches your attention, and you watch him. His body smoothly cuts through the water until his body is perched against the front of the rock.
A pleasant rumble from him distracts you, making it feel like a nice, pleasant hum echoes in your mind.
His hand, with extra long talons that you did not notice before, wraps around your ankle and pulls you closer to him.
“Where are we?” You mumble, your words suddenly feeling heavy in your mouth.
His eyes, which were still dilated greatly, turn from your legs to your gaze. “My home. Our home.”
You blink. “I’m sorry, what?”
A soft growl escapes him as he pulls his upper half out of the water far too gracefully for someone with a body like his. He lays his torso across you, his hands gripping at your waist as his nose rubs across your stomach. “You accepted my mating advances. The gifts, our blood mixing, accepting my personal token.”
Your jaw drops. You inhale so sharly that you nearly choke all over again. “I- excuse me? No. I don’t. I don’t want this- get off me!”
His chest rumbles as he nips at your hip, making you gasp and instinctively roll your hips.
“You can’t even let go of the coin,” he chuckles, his vermillion eyes latching onto yours. “It’s already starting to take effect.”
You’re not sure what he means by that, but when you feel his chest rumble again, a pleasant haze fills your mind. The heat in your blood hurts.
“Let me show you.” Katsuki leans in.
The kiss is clumsy at first, your head far too hazy and distracted. That is until you feel the stark difference between the two of you. Your body is beginning to heat up like an inferno has entered your bloodstream, and he’s cool and soft.
He pulls away from the kiss, leaving you blinking stupidly after him. He pushes your shoulders till your back is pressed into the mossy ground underneath you, and it’s so soft.
“So fucking warm,” he coos, nuzzling your throat, and running his tongue along your pulsepoint. His hands skim your sides, the claws dragging just enough to make you shudder against his chest.
His clawed hands drag up to your wet tshirt. “Stop, please.” An amused chuckle leaves his lips. Even to your own ears you sound pathetic.
His fingers tug irritably at your clothes. In his frustration, he decides to forcefully remove them, his nails easily cut through the fabric, and the wet material is yanked away from you. Followed quickly after is your shorts.
Katsuki wastes no time in exploring your soft skin, his thumbs rolling your nipples. You gasp, and can’t help but grind your hips up into him where he’s pressed in between your legs. Katsuki laughs a breathless, snarling laugh before grinding back into you, the base of his tail just under where his human half ends. He’s gripping you by the hips, grinding against you. You can’t help but twitch your hips back against his scales when he hums against your pulse point.
He slides further down your body, easily prying your legs apart. Almost all resistance is gone from you now as the fire consumes you within. “You smell good.”
He doesn’t wait for a response, burying his face between your thighs and inhaling your scent. Your hands cover your face, but don’t make any effort to pull away. His tongue is a cool salve to the heat burning you up.
When his tongue starts to prod at your clit, your whole body jerks in surprise. His tongue is cool, and it ebbs some of the heat pulsing in your veins. He pins your hips in place, his noises vibrating against your dripping pussy.
He hums loudly, licking at your slit. His tongue finds your clit, and he sucks it so eagerly, your back arches completely off the ground. You gasp, writhing in place. Your noises only encourage him, and he’s obscene with how vigorously he eats you out.
“I wonder if you’re this hot inside, too.” He murmurs.
“Oh god.” You whimper as your head swims with pleasure. You need more.
Katsuki drags himself back up to your face, chuckling before he presses his mouth to yours again.
That’s when you feel it. There’s a bump in his tail where it presses against your cunt, about where a man’s penis should be. It moves slowly, grinding into you. Then, all at once, the tip of his penis pushes out from a slit you hadn’t seen, rubbing along your folds and your stomach.
Your breath hitches when his tail grinds between your legs. Your knees fall open wider, your head swimming with heat and pleasure. He hums again as he gives languid licks along the ridges of your neck. “I’m going to mate you now.”
A moment of clarity hits you then, just briefly. “No, wait! I don’t want this. Stop -”
You gasp as the tip of Katsuki’s dick presses into you. Your eyes glance down as the slide of his dick stretches you open.
He moans long and low as he clutches your hips. Any semblance of moving slow vanishes instantly as he snaps his hips into you, bottoming out completely. You’re full.
Your vision goes white from pain and pleasure. Katsuki’s dick is big, the textured scales of his tail pressed flush against you. He pants into your neck, flexing his hips.
He pulls his hips back only to slide back in, smooth and fast. Your toes curl as your breath escapes you. His eyes are half-lidded, locked onto your face. He holds your hand that is still clutching his gold coin, and sets a brutally fast and hard pace. His rhythm is smooth, hitting so deep inside of you that it renders you completely speechless.
Breathless moans roll from you as the sound of slapping and grunts fill the cave.
“You’re so fucking warm,” he grunts out. “Gonna fill you with pups.”
His cock rubs that perfect spot inside of you, it has you hurtling near the edge. The coil is twisting so fast, you’re barely holding on.
Katsuki pushes so hard forwards, all you can do is whimper as his cockhead kisses your cervix. He snarls, his teeth latching onto your pulsepoint just shy of ripping your skin. The pain tips you over the edge. Your body convulses as pain and pleasure make your eyes roll, gasping as you rut into him.
His body goes taut as he pins you beneath him. You whimper as his cock presses past your cervix, burying deep inside your womb. That’s when you feel something else pushing into your entrance, slipping into your stretched pussy.
Eggs. You choke on a moan as they grind past your g-spot. Crying out due to the overstimulation only makes Katsuki hold you tighter, allowing the eggs to travel all the way until they plop into your womb. You cry out, cumming again at the sudden pleasure that shakes you to your core.
He lets out a deep grunt as he rocks his hips against you, two more eggs pushing past your barrier.
“Oh fuck, oh. Katsuki-” you babble mindlessly. The burn in your veins finally disappears, leaving you shaking in the aftermath of your orgams.
Katsuki gently rubs your stomach, making you cum again. He hums softly, satisfied, as his hips roll against you again with too much force. Blackness dots your vision as you feel the dizziness return to your head.
Finally, his cock twitches inside of you as cold cum fills you up, shooting directly into your womb with the eggs. He pulls out slowly, causing your whole body to shudder at the feeling.
Your hand presses against the bulge of your stomach that he’s rubbing gently, fondly.
“Pretty mate,” he coos, kissing your lips gently.
Exhaustion crashes over you instantly.
“Why did it hurt so much?” You croak softly.
His grin turns cheeky. “You can’t expect to raise a litter of sea pups on land, can you?”
Katsuki drags your limp body into the soothing cold water. You press yourself into his arms, seeking comfort. “What do you mean?”
“Well, the King of the Mer needs a Queen of the Mer.” He rolls his eyes, although his amusement is clear as day as he holds you close. “Soon, you’ll be just like me. A mer who can walk on land.”
Is that why he didn’t have a tail when you first saw him?
“Stop thinking.” Katsuki rubs your stomach again, making your whole body shiver as his hum lulls you towards the darkness. “It’s time to sleep. The change is a long one.”
You hum, drifting off to sleep as he drags you under the surface of the water.
Summary: Your uncle has kidnapped you and killed his brother. You’ve been his captive for a long time now. It’s clear, no one is coming to your rescue so you might as well give in. At least then it won’t hurt as much.
Warnings: Noncon, Incest, Age Gap, kidnapping, manipulation, forced breeding.
Notes: So this is my first ever fanfic! I hope you enjoy, and if you have any recommendations/critiques/requests feel free to send them my way! :D
You can hear the door slam open as your Uncle returns from whatever his business was. You try really hard to stay calm and quiet, your heart rate picking up.
“Baby girl, where are you?” his voice rings out like a sing-song taunt.
You know that if you don’t leave your hiding spot, you’ll be in even more trouble.
With shaking limbs, you quietly crawl out of the closest, forcing your legs to move down the hall.
You hear him before you see him. His large form rounds the corner and stops when he sees you standing there, shaking.
“There you are. What a good girl, not hiding from me.” Your lip wobbles as he takes a deep breath. It doesn’t matter that he’s blind, he still takes you in. He opens his arms up wide, beckoning you towards him. “Come give me a hug. I missed you.”
Your whole body trembles as you slide down the hallway closer to him. You try to resist flinching as you press yourself against his front.
He only chuckles sinisterly as he wraps his arms around you. “Come on, doll. Tell me how much you missed me.”
You feel your eyes mist up, shaking in his arms. It takes everything in you to conjure up the slightest hint of your voice, your throat still raw from your last punishment. “I missed you very much Daddy.”
He hums, his arms pulling you hard into his chest. Whatever fake, sugary tone was in his voice before is gone now. “Hm, I don’t think I believe you. Why don’t you try that again.” It wasn’t a question. It was an order.
Your eyes widen as the fear creeps through you stronger. Your body trembles harder. You don’t want to be punished again.
“I missed you very much. Please, I don’t want to be punished. I promise I missed you.” You feel a tear slip past your eyelashes.
You feel his chest shake with a silent chuckle. “Well, your words aren’t convincing. Perhaps you can show me in another way.”
Before you can respond, you’re being pushed down the hall you came from, towards the bedroom.
When he steps through the door, he releases you from his hold.
“Now. Show daddy what belongs to him. Strip, baby.”
You back away slightly to give yourself room. You know better. If you don’t do what he wants, he’ll force you. He’ll punish you. You can’t go through that again.
Slowly, you lift the tiny night dress off your body. You stand bare in front of this monster. The man who killed your father and kidnapped you.
A bemused chuckle rumbles through him. “Come here child.”
You do, forcing your body to relax. His hands immediately slide up your arms and to your shoulders. One hand moves up to cup your face, and your eyelashes flutter closed. “You’re being so good for me today. So pliant.”
“You’re so much like him,” he muses softly. His hand on your shoulder begins to squeeze harder with each word. “Weak. Without a purpose. If it weren’t for me, you’d be dead.”
You groan in pain as he finally lets go of your shoulder. Your head is tilted to look up at where his eyes should be. “Don’t worry. Unlike my dear brother, you belong completely and totally to me. You’re mine.”
He dips his head down until he’s pressed his nose against your pulse point. Pain blooms against your neck as his teeth dig into your flesh. You cry out in pain.
“See, I knew you could raise your voice.” All For One stands up to his full height again. “Undress me.”
He’s never asked you to do that before. You pry your eyes open to look at him. He’s smirking wide, knowing he has you pinned. Slowly, you begin to unbutton his shirt. You run your hands over his arms as you pull his suit jacket and white shirt off, being gentle so as to not mess up. Folding the pieces of clothing, you set them on the chair in the corner of the room.
With his chest bare, your panic returns fully. You don’t want this! He knows you don’t want this. So why are you going through with it so willingly.
“Pet, I’m beginning to get impatient.” The threat in his voice makes you shiver.
You drop to your knees in front of him. Your hands shake as you fight with his belt and pant buttons.
You try to keep a steady pace of pulling his pants down, jumping as his cock is freed. He steps out of his pants as you make it to his ankles. He already removed his socks and shoes.
“Mmm, See this is where you belong. Kneeling before me. Ready to serve like the good girl you are.” His hand finds your hair, petting it softly. “Why don’t you show daddy how much you appreciate him? Show him how much you missed him.”
Oh god. You’ve never… he’s never made you do this before. A small whimper escapes you before you can silence it.
He tilts his head, as if in question. His grip tightens in your hair. “My patience is running very thin, pet. I would rather not have to punish you, but if you keep me waiting, I will.”
“Sorry, Daddy.” You whimper.
The smile he gives you only makes your skin shiver.
Tentatively you crawl closer on your knees, and lean up to kiss the head of his cock. Precum sticks to your lips, and you desperately try to not grimace. Instead, you close your eyes and give a tiny lick along the slit.
A satisfied hum has All for One loosening his grip on your hair. You take that as the sign to go further before he gets mad. So, you force yourself to swirl your tongue along his head, tasting his saltiness. Pinching your eyes shut, you breathe in deeply and begin to suck and bob along his shaft.
He groans in content, grabbing your head with both of his hands and forcing your mouth to the base of his cock, your nose brushing the hairs at his pubic bone. You try not to gag as he gives short, hard thrusts to the very back of your throat. Your eyes water from the pain of the stretch.
Before you can react, his seed shoots straight down your throat. You swallow quickly, afraid of choking as it slides down the back of your throat. He slides you off his cock and lets go of your head.
You sag on your knees, catching your breath. Hopefully it’s done now.
“Get on the bed, pet.” He growls, smirking.
You stand up on shaky knees and place yourself how he likes you.
“I thought I liked breaking you over and over, yet, there’s something so satisfying about you bending to my will so easily. I love that you accept your fate, baby girl.” He’s already hard again as he climbs over you.
Two fingers slip past your folds, smearing around you juices, and finding that spongy spot inside you that has your toes curling. You whimper out as he pulls his hand away. “So wet already.” He licks his fingers clean.
Before you can properly prepare yourself, he’s wedged himself between your legs. You force yourself to just relax and let this pass. If you don’t, he’ll be rough. He’ll hurt you again.
“What a good girl. You learn so quickly.” He rubs the head of his cock along your sopping slit. Then, in one quick movement, he sheathes himself fully inside of you. Tears run down your face at the painful stretch of his cock bumping against your cervix. You mewl in pain, writhing against the bed.
He doesn’t wait for you to adjust before beginning a slow but hard pace. His hands find purchase at your hips as he rocks into you deliberately, hitting the spots inside your tight muscles that have stars flashing in your eyes. His pace gets harder as he almost pulls out all the way before slamming back in with one sharp thrust of his hips after another.
Your pussy flutters around his cock as little whines and noises tumble from your lips. The coil inside is quickly twisting tighter and tighter, the pleasure making you breathless.
“Good girl. Such a good girl for daddy.” His hands trail over your body. One pinches your nipple hard, twisting it. His other glides down to your clit, his fingers tapping the bead vigorously. “Cum for me, baby girl.”
You don’t want to. This isn’t what you want.
His fingers grind hard on your clit, and it sends you over the edge. Your pussy flutters as a silent scream rips from your throat. He slams his hips against yours before stilling, pushing your legs wide as he finishes alongside you.
You can’t move, your body frozen as the warmth fills you from deep inside. He holds you still until he empties himself completely.
He gives a soft chuckle, running his fingers under your eyes to brush away the tears. You groan as his hips grind down into you.
“Please, no. I’m so sensitive.” you cry out, shuddering and squirming. You’re pussy flutters from the overstimulation.
His grin only turns more sinister. “Baby, you’re proving to me how much you missed me, remember? You didn’t think we were done yet, did you?”
Your eyes widen as you feel him start to gently thrust into you again.
Kinktober Day 1. Among Us Au : Trapped in Space | Kirishima/Bakugou
Day 1: Among Us AU
Title: Trapped In Space
Pairing: Kirishima x F!Reader x Bakugou
Word Count: 4.3k
Summary: You’re one of the crewmates on a ship that’s infected with Imposters. Left and right your friends and fellow crewmates are dropping. Just when you finally think you’re safe, they make their move. The last thing that you expected was to be claimed by the two aliens.
Warnings: Among Us AU. Noncon, alien sex, DP, predator/prey, biting/marking, belly bulge, a bit of gore, murder, yandere
Notes: So this is my first ever fanfic! I hope you enjoy, and if you have any recommendations/critiques/requests feel free to send them my way! :D
“Well, what do we have here?”
You look up quickly at the gruff, teasing voice. With a smile, you wave at Bakugou. “Oh, just collecting samples. What are you doing?”
He shrugs. He steps further into the room with his hands loosely hanging from his pockets. He’s new on the ship, a recommended recruit from red, or Kirishima, replacing the previous orange on ship. He’s a good worker, gets his things done, and has quickly become one of the people you feel closest too.
“Just finished my tasks for the day, so I went to see if I could find you or Kiri.”
You can’t help it as your smile grows. “Why am I not surprised?”
A smirk pulls at his lips as you file away the sample. It wouldn’t be ready for an hour at least. “Want to follow me while I finish mine?”
“Whatever.”
You happily bounce down the hall, past the top engine and towards the reactor room with him following you. The computer systems have been experiencing glitches, so one of your tasks was to reset it daily. It was because you were one of the few who understood the algorithms.
Just as you begin to punch in the codes, the lights begin to go out.
Fear spikes in you.
It’s not your fault. You’re afraid of the dark.
“B-bakugou?”
“I’m still here dumbass.”
“We… we need to go fix that.”
A warm hand grabs your arm. “Fuck that, you’re way too freaked. You can’t even stand without your fucking knees rattling, Princess.”
He was right. Your legs were shaking so hard, they were rattling and bumping into each other.
“Come on.” He begins pulling you somewhere. In the dark, you’re completely disoriented.
Bakugou moves his hand around your shoulders, pulling you close. The sweet smell of caramel calming, and you can’t help but lean harder into him and his comfort.
Your footsteps echo in the dark as he moves you through the hallways.
A screech leaves you as you step in something wet that has you slipping.
Before you can fall, Bakugou holds you tight around your arms.
The lights come up.
There on the ground is the body of one of your fellow crewmates. Cyan. Todoroki. One of your best friends.
“Fuck”. Bakugou pulls your face to his chest, covering your vision of the body.
“What happened?” You hear someone yell.
Fear and anxiety wash through you as Bakugou pulls you away. Tears are rushing past your eyelashes.
“What does it look like, damn Deku? Someone was fucking killed!”
The emergency lights flicker with a blare of the horn.
Bakugou shuffles you down the hall, away from the body and towards the meeting.
You’re shaking even worse now.
He nudges you into a chair around the meeting table, and you slowly slip into it, keeping a death grip on his hand by your side. Kirishima sits next to you, concerned and confused. Bakugou just shakes his head.
Everyone files in one at a time. Deku, Ochako, Iida, Kaminari, Tsu, and finally Aizawa.
You see everyone look at the empty spot that used to belong to Todoroki.
The look on captain Aizawa’s face is a dark one. His look of concern makes the entire group uneasy.
“Something sinister is happening. There’s an imposter on the ship.”
“What? No way! Where’s Todoroki?” Ochako’s innocent voice asks.
“HQ finally got back to us about all of the incorrect codes the ship has been running. They just dealt with alien imposters at the Polus location, and we are believed to be the next target. Now, if anyone has any information, now would be the time to speak up.”
You shake as Aizawa turns his eyes to you. “We- it was dark. And- he.” Everyone’s eyes were on you. You just couldn’t seem to stop the tears spilling from your eyes. Your shaky words get cut off as Bakugou squeezes your hand beneath the table.
“Lights went out. Stumbled across the body when we went to fix it.”
An uproar filled the cafeteria as people began to mutter their distress.
“They were there. I saw them.” Deku adds. He gives you a look of sympathy.
Iida looks as if he’s about to stand up. “That is absurd! I don’t believe this!”
“It’s kinda sus that you two were seen at the body but didn’t report it, ribbit.” Tsu scratches her head.
“Shut it, frog face!”
“Whoa, calm down!” Kirishima puts his hands up. “We don’t know who did it. But do you really think (y/n) would be crying this hard if she killed her best friend?”
“And you two saw no one else?” Aizawa asks.
You shake your head no.
He sighs. “Okay. Everyone keep your eyes open. I’ll go take care of the mess. Meeting dismissed.”
~.~.~.~
You can’t help but jump every time someone walks past you as you try to clear leaves out of the oxygen tank.
“Hey Pebble!”
You hit the tank hard, jumping at Kirishima’s voice.
“Oh, Kiri, it’s just you.”
He laughs. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“No, it’s okay!” You offer a timid smile. “I’m just really, shaken up over all of this, you know?”
“Yeah.” He loses his smile for just a second. “Here, why don’t I stay near you, and we can do our tasks together. How does that sound?”
You sigh in relief. “That sounds wonderful. Thank you.”
He flips the switch on the panel he’s on, and then we begin to move down to shields.
You’re adjusting the shield levels as Kirishima stands on the other side of the rail, rocking back and forth on his toes.
As you finish, lights and a blaring horn goes off.
“We have to go to the reactor!” You yell over the alarm.
“Why? What’s going on?”
You begin to walk across the ship, Kirishima following behind you. “It’s a reactor meltdown! We have to reset it with handprints.”
As you walk through storage, you see someone dart up, like they’re heading towards admin. Was that yellow? Don’t they know there’s an emergency right now?. Shaking your head, you continue past electrical with Kirishima hot on your tail.
As you round up the hall towards reactor, the blaring stops. You see Ochako and Katsuki step out of the room.
“Thought no one else was gonna fucking show.” The yellow haired man states.
“We were at shields.” Kirishima says.
Deku rounds the corner, and sees the four of you standing there. “Hey, have any of you seen Tsu? It’s been a while.”
Ochako shakes her head. “I’ve been on camera, and I haven’t seen her for a while. Oh god. You don’t think something happened to her, do you?”
Your eyes open in worry. You hadn’t seen her either.
A meeting is called and fear trickles up the hairs on your arms. Not again.
This time, sitting around the table makes your stomach churn. Tsu’s chair is empty.
“I found her body in admin.” Iida’s face looks scorned.
Aizawa’s hands are clenched. “Okay. Where was everyone.”
“I was on cams.” Ochako states first.
Deku’s twiddling his thumbs. “I was in the cafeteria for most of the morning.”
“Realigning top engine.” Katsuki spits out.
“Kirishima and I were in O2 and shields.”
Everyone’s eyes turn towards Kaminari. “I don’t understand how this happened? Tsu and I were in storage together for a while! She dipped, and then I went to look for her but I didn’t see her.”
“That’s not looking very good for you buddy.” Kirishima says.
“What? I wouldn’t kill her! Just because we argued doesn’t mean I want her dead!”
“Sure. You just didn’t think you would get caught.” Katsuki states.
“No!”
“Everyone, quiet!” Aizawa yells. “We don’t have conclusive data that it was him.”
“Aizawa?” You say softly.
“Yes?”
“When the reactor was going off, Kirishima and I passed him. Instead of going to the emergency, he went up towards admin… I wasn’t going to say anything but…” You drop your eyes. You can’t even imagine your friends killing each other.
“I saw him, too.” Kirishima states.
“No way! I was beelining towards it from cafeteria! You’re lying! (y/n), I think you’re the imposter!”
“What?”
“We should shoot him out the airlock! It’s obviously him!” Katsuki yells.
In a sickening turn of events, you watch as everyone turns against Kaminari. In a matter of a few seconds, he’s voted off, and Aizawa is dragging him towards the air lock.
He’s kicking and screaming as he goes, and you can’t help but cover your ears and pinch your eyes close. Cyan, Light Green, and Yellow are now gone. Hopefully it’s over now.
~.~.~.~
Your thoughts were too good to be true.
It happened when you were in the medbay, collecting the data samples and investigating them.
Kirishima and Bakugou walked in as you were finishing up. You smile at the two.
Before you can say anything, O2 goes off, and the panic floods your system again.
“Maybe it’s just a fluke in the system?” Kirishima yells over the alarms.
“Hopefully!”
You couldn’t place why, but you just knew that was wrong. Together, the three of you made your way towards the admin room. As you walk in, the smell of blood hits you.
Not one, but two bodies.
“Oh, we were wrong!”
That meant you sat by as everyone killed an innocent person.
Kirishima moves to reset the O2, stepping around them as you hit your panic button.
The emergency meeting is called as soon as both O2’s are turned off.
You’re shaking too hard to sit down.
Katsuki puts a hand on your shoulder, and helps you sit.
“Who and where?” You can see the pale look on Aizawa’s face.
“Two deaths in admin.”
Deku’s hands form into fists, his angry eyes turning to the red head beside you. “Then it’s Kirishima! He’s been near most of the deaths! Or perhaps Kaminari was right about (y/n).”
“No way! The three of us were in medbay!” Kirishima says.
“We did O2 in admin, which is where we found the bodies.” you say softly.
“Why the fuck would we sabatoge where the bodies are? That’s fucking stupid, even for you, Deku.”
“What? I didn’t kill them!”
“I was in oxygen. If it wasn’t me, and those three were all accounted for, then it points to you, Midoriya.” Aizawa states.
You can’t help the gasp that escapes you. You never thought it could have been him! But then again… you never really knew him. He just seemed so nice. “Oh my galaxies…”
“No! It had to have been someone from their group! Sir, please. Don’t throw me out, I’m innocent!”
A hard look comes over Aizawa’s face. “I think this meeting is over.”
You can’t watch as Deku is escorted to the airlock. He doesn’t kick and scream, but he has a look of sorrow. “You guys are making a mistake.”
“Goodbye, Midoriya.”
Aizawa turns to the three of you after that, scanning each one of you.
Your shoulders sag and shake. This… this has been too much. You’re going to resign by the end of this. Space was no longer for you.
“Good job, you three.”
Kirishima’s shoulders knock against yours, and you look up in confusion. A silent chuckle has him shaking.
The lights begin to fade and realization hits both you and your captain in an instant.
The sinister chuckle from Katsuki has your skin crawling. “That’s right old man. You got your whole crew killed.”
“Oh gods. It was the two of you?”
Kiri’s eyes lock down on you. “What’s wrong pebble?”
You step back, the lights fading far too fast.
With a twist in your step, you hurriedly turn to run towards admin, the closest place with a door that will lock.
Someone’s hot on your tail.
You skid into the room, quickly hitting the emergency shut button. Before the door shuts, though, someone slips inside the room with you. It’s completely dark aside from the slight glow of the admin table behind you.
In the distance, you can hear someone, Aizawa, yell out in pain before there’s a nerve wracking stillness to the air.
“What’s wrong Princess? I thought you were afraid of the dark?”
The gruff voice of Katsuki surrounds you in the darkness. You stumble back until your body hits the table behind you.
“Bakugou, wait! Please, please don’t kill me! I-” you hiccup, the tears streaming down your face.
The sound of the vent sliding open and something crawling out has your entire body growing still.
“Didn’t start the party without me, did you?” Kirishima’s voice calls out from the other corner of the room. If you squint hard, you can sort of see both of them staring at you.
“Get this, she thinks we’re gonna kill her!”
Kirishima laughs.
Your lip trembles. “Please. Please don’t.”
“Oh, Pebble, we’re not going to kill you!”
“No. We’re gonna have a real fucking nice time, isn’t that right Kiri?”
“Hell yeah.”
You feel them step closer to you. The closer they get, the more the light hits them.
From the darkness, you can tell something’s changed in their eyes. Their iris’ are darker, and not quite human like anymore.
That’s when it hit you.
You and Kirishima had transferred from the Polus location. You were there when the imposter attacks began. You were transferred here before they knew about the imposters. It was your fault they all died.
“That’s right Princess. We had to kill them. We had to get you by yourself.” The chuckle from Katsuki is anything but sinister.
A hand touches your arm, and you flinch. You couldn’t see it in the dark.
“Come on, Pebble. It’s just us. We said we would protect you, didn’t we?”
“I- I don’t. What’re going to do with me?” You tremble, fighting to hold yourself up.
“So fucking naïve.” Bakugou steps really close, pressing his nose against the right side of your neck. You can feel the smirk he presses against your pulse point as he growls. “Isn’t it obvious, pet? We’re going to have our way with you.”
You can feel the heated hands that grip your hips through your white spacesuit. Another set of hands begin to unzip you.
As soon as Kirishima pulls the zipper all the way down, hands are forcing your suit off your arms.
“Wait- no! I haven’t, I’ve never- please stop!”
“Ohhhh, that was the wrong thing to say, Pebble.” You can barely see his blown wide eyes as your own are starting to adjust in the pitch black room.
Bakugou growls against your neck in agreement with his partner. His hands dip under the suit to trail against your bare flesh before settling back at your waist. “Now we’re never fucking letting you go.”
He lifts you up as Kirishima rips the space suit off your legs. A startled scream leaves you as you’re forced back against the table.
Bakugou lets go of you, only to climb on the table behind you. His hands grip your waist again, and you’re yanked onto the table, slotted between both of his legs.
Kirishima shifts to stand between your spread legs, grinning at you through the darkness. His hands trail up your arms, and slide behind your back. It’s like his arm turns sharp, and a ripping noise fills the room as your bra is shredded. He yanks the remains off your arms.
Bakugou’s hot hands trail down your breasts, across your stomach, and land on your clothed mound. He’s pressing himself against your back, his lips pressed to your neck again. “Well these just won’t do.”
Heat seems to build in his hand, and you can hear and smell the burning clothes before you can feel it. You yelp as it stings, only to vanish a second later.
“Much better.” Kirishima winks at you, dropping to his knees in front of your bare slit. His tongue peaks out of his mouth as he takes an experimental lick through your folds, letting out a satisfied groan as he finally tastes you.
You move your hands to push his face away, only for Bakugou to wrench them behind your back, pinning them in place. You moan in pain at the uncomfortable new position. He holds you in place with one hand as his other begins to travel over your stomach again. You feel fingers probing your wet pussy as two slender digits slip inside, calloused fingers stroking your inner walls.
Your head falls back as you whimper, held in place by Bakugou as Kirishima forces pleasure to roll through your entire body.
Kirishima pulls his fingers out of you, lifting them up to Bakugou. “You’ve gotta taste her, man.” Your eyes immediately shoot up to watch as the blond takes his fingers into his mouth, greedily sucking your juices off the red head’s fingers.
You don’t mean to, but a small whine leaves your lips before you can even think about it.
“Hear that?” Kirishima’s voice is laced with laughter.
“Sounds like our little pet needs some attention. Fucking spoiled brat.”
You feel the heat in your face. “What- no I didn’t. I -”
Kirishima cuts you off by slipping two fingers inside of your pussy, curving them up to graze that sweet spot inside of you. Your stomach tightens in pleasure, and you bite back a moan shamefully, trying to still your hips from grinding against his fingers.
Bakugou chuckles sinfully deep in your ear, his teeth nipping along your neck. “Give into us already, pet. You might as well accept that you’re enjoying this, because we’re not stopping.”
You can’t stop the moan of pleasure that escapes you when Kirishima takes your clit into his mouth, running his teeth over the bead of pleasure. The coil snaps when Bakugou pinches your nipple and Kirishima sucks hard. His fingers press hard against your sweet spot inside. Your brain clouds over as your whole body shakes. You orgasm with a choked cry, grinding against Kirishima’s fingers and throwing your head back onto Bakugou’s shoulder, arching your back.
“Good girl.” Kirishima doesn’t stop, pumping his fingers through your orgasm.
You writhe in Bakugou’s strong hold, trying to catch your breath. “Too much! Sto- ah!” You cry loudly as Bakugou pinches your nipple hard.
Kirishima finally steps away, sucking his fingers deeply. You watch as he begins to undress from his space suit.
Bakugou lets go of your arms, only to twist you around so you’re straddling his lap, his rock hard cock standing tall and pressed against your stomach, his precum smearing against your tummy. It’s large, far too large to be human, with ridges grinding against your skin. Fear spikes in you. There’s no way it’ll fit.
“Oh, it absolutely fucking will fit.” Bakugou is drinking in your fearful expression, his eyes hooded with lust. You’re pushed flush against his chest by Kirishima, his arms gripping your waist as he lifts you up. You feel one of Bakugou’s hands stroking himself before you’re being pushed down.
“Please, no! I- stop” You cry out, begging.
Even though you’re dripping wet, you gasp in pain as your hips are pushed down, stretching over Bakugou’s cock. You can feel every ridge as it slides deeper into your cunt. You yelp, tring to pull away but they keep you in place until you’re seated flush against Bakugou’s thighs. Your insides flutter around the massive intrusion in pain.
“It hurts,” You whisper, tears rolling past your lashes as you sag into Bakugou’s arms, face pressed into his neck. He moves his hands around you back to press you two as close as possible.
“Don’t worry pebble, the pain will pass.” Kirishima’s hands leave your hips, sliding up to tweak your nipples. You gasp, involuntarily rocking against Bakugou in pain and pleasure.
“You feel so fucking good, so tight,” Bakugou groans against your ear. His fingers slide down to your ass, spreading your cheeks so he can push the pad of his index finger inside of you. “She’s so fucking wet, I bet she could take us both. How does that sound, Princess? Two cocks for one horny little pet.”
His words made you shiver. “That’s right. You’re going to sit there like a good girl, and warm my cock while Red here gets you ready for him.
You can’t stop the whimper that escapes you when you feel Kirishima press his chest to your back, bare skin running along yours. Fingers dip down between your thighs, dancing around the stretched opening of your pussy to gather your juice where it pooled around the base of Bakugou’s cock. He traced the wet pads of his fingers up between your ass cheeks, sliding one finger into your tight hole.
Your whole body senses at the new and unfamiliar sensation. Kirishima waits patiently for your body to relax before sliding in and out, adding another finger. The feeling of Kirishima’s fingers stretching you out had you clenching tight around Bakugou. When he pulled his fingers back one last time, he couldn’t help but lean down and push his tongue into your tight hole. You jump at the new feeling.
Kirishima stood back up, spitting into his hand and stroking himself before lining up to you. You could feel his tip covered in precum as he pushed into your tight entrance slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size.
There was no denying it. The stretch hurt. A pained gasp rolls out of you as you shudder. Kirishima gives a sharp experimental thrust until he’s pressed fully against you, finally bottoming out inside you. His hands wrap around your tummy, rubbing the bulge of Bakugou’s cock against your stomach.
“How does it feel, Princess? Being completely full.” Bakugou grins at you, rolling his hips into yours. One of his hands grips your chin, prying your face from his shoulder. His tone is deadly. “Answer me when I ask you a question.”
Your eyes lock onto his. You groan as Kirishima rolls his hips, pleasure shooting through you. “Good,” You whimper.
Bakugou kisses you hungrily, his tongue invading your mouth and dancing with your own. Your hands slide over his neck as you brace yourself.
“Finally,” Kirishima grunts, pressing his mouth to the side of your neck that Bakugou hadn’t had his, licking your pulse as he begins to move his hips.
You have never felt so full before, stretched over both cocks. They rub against each other through the thin barrier, and as they begin to move, your head grows dizzy. They begin a fast pace, completely ravaging both of your holes. Neither one pulls out completely, thrusting sharply into you repeatedly in smooth motions. The pressure inside is quickly coiling tighter than you’ve ever felt it before.
Your insides flutter around both cocks, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you near your end. Every thrust is deep, and has your toes curling, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. You pinch your eyes shut, moaning loud as your body shakes.
A strong hand grips your chin as Bakugou pulls your face back to his. “Keep your eyes on me, Princess. I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me what you want.”
The knot inside of you shudders. The thought of Katsuki, and Kirishima, cumming inside of you makes you shudder. Despite everything, your orgasm was creeping up on you. You whine, squirming. You don’t want to, but oh god does your body cry out to cum again.
“I'm fucking close,” Kirishima breathes into your neck.
“Say it, Princess.” Bakugou commands.
“Please…. Let me cum, please!”
“You heard her,” Bakugou growls.
Kirishima reaches around your front, his fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit, and that’s all it took for you to come undone. Crying out a mixed babble of their names, you come hard.
“Oh fuck, you’re squeezing my cock so good, baby.” Kirishima grunts, slamming hard into you.
“Gonna fill you with my cum, Princess.” Bakugou growled as he gave a few more hard thrusts before bottoming inside you.
Two sets of teeth bite hard on either side of your neck, and you can practically feel your skin pop in their razor sharp teeth, making your vision black out. Heat pools inside as both men grunt, spurting ropes of burning hot seed deep inside you. Both men still, holding your limp body between them.
Sweaty hands rub your skin as they pant, loving the feel of your sweat slick body. When it feels like you can breathe again, they pull back slightly. “I knew you were going to mild us so fucking good.”
“You did so well, baby.” Kirishima runs his fingers through your hair.
Bakugou groans in agreement. “You belong to us now.”
The flutter of panic hits you again. “Wait, no, what are you saying -?” Your hand runs over one of the fresh marks on your skin as you ask them hesitantly.
Kirishima’s shoulders shake as he chuckles. “Come on Pebble, you’re smart.”
“I - I…”
“We said we were going to protect you, Princess. There’s a reason it was you, dumbass.” Bakugou’s fingers grip your chin again as he pulls you to look into his eyes. “Besides, you like this. Whether you realized it or not, you were always meant to be with us.”
Kirishima tips your head back to kiss you. He runs his tongue along yours, and it’s like he steals your breath. When he pulls away, you’re panting. “You’ll see. After all, there’s a reason you’re so comfortable with us.”
So, I decided I wanted to make a blog to write fanfiction. I’m going to be focusing hard on BNHA, but I’m not against branching out! It’ll be full of thirst, 18+, maaaybe some fluff? But really, only time will tell!
Some of the things I’ve watched/read include:
Ouran Highschool Host Club
Haikyuu
Fairy Tail
Black Butler
and really, that’s just a itty bitty list. There are others, but I don’t want to clog this post with them. :D
Anyways, I’ll be posting my first fanfic tomorrow once I square out how to make my blog pretty. My dms are open! Hope to see you around~
