“in the wick of time..”

nineteen · mdni requests / open

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— M.LIST

IZUKU MIDORIYA

- Deku teaches you a lesson.

- Giving Deku what he needs.

- Getting naughty with Izu for the first time.

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EIJIROU KIRISHIMA

- CAPTIVE.

- Kirishima lets his friends try you out.

- Kiri’s having unmanly thoughts about you.

- Kiri wants a taste.

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KATSUKI BAKUGOU

- Katsuki’s cute little housewife.

- Katsuki grieves your death.

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KEIGO TAKAMI - HAWKS

- You help Hawks out with his little problem.

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content warnings / nsfw, femdom, panty kink, dubcon/noncon, daddy kink, coercion (this is just a little drabble)

just thinking about getting naughty with izu for the first time. he’d be so reluctant, nervously insisting that you don’t have to do things like this for him.

the sweat trickling down his forehead only increases once you shake your head, wide doe eyes looking up at him. “but i want it .. don’t you?” your voice is infused with pure depravity, and it's almost as if you can feel his self-control disintegrate and transform into something else. “just wanna play with you for a little daddy.”

his breath hitches once you croon, slowly trailing your hand up and down his abdomen, “you like when i call you that, hm?”

“that’s really dirty for a hero..”

you could nearly giggle at the crimson flush in his cheeks, the way his eyes dart around the room, desperately attempting to avoid your predatory gaze. “n-no, you don’t have to c-call me that.. i didn’t-”

izu feels like he might pass out once you push him backwards into the mattress, easily climbing over him. “r-really, this is unnecessary—” his highly strung protests are cut completely silent at the sight of your next move.

verdant green eyes grow wide, unable to part from what’s in front of him. izuku watches in awe as you slip your lacy white panties off from underneath you. “gonna need you nice and quiet for this part daddy.”

“you can do that for me right?”

balling up the fabric in your dainty palms, you lean over and press the lace up to his face. “open.”

oh god.

izuku groans before compliantly doing as told and allowing you to shove your panties into his mouth.

“mm, perfect daddy.” girlish giggles vibrate against his neck as you slowly begin to press wet kisses on the skin.

“let’s see how long you can stay quiet.”

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kiri eating us out for ours and refusing to stop? 😫😫😫 noncon maybe?

content warnings - dubcon/noncon but reader gets into it?, daddy kink, size kink, yandere themes, infantilization, corruption

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Kirishima made it difficult to say no at times.

You weren’t sure if it was the way he’d ignore your trembling voice expressing your dissatisfaction towards his sexual advances or the way he payed no mind to your desperate pleas once he’d start to press things a little harder. But it was fine, Kiri knows you’re a shy little thing who just needed a nudge, so he really has no issue tossing you over his shoulder and making way into the bedroom when you’d act out.

It was even more difficult to refuse him once he would settle onto his knees , piercing vermillion slits glaring up at you with ferocious need. His hands would glide up and down your plush thighs, never taking his gaze away from yours. Kissing the skin so intimately, he’d finally break the agonizing silence shared between the two of you, “Can’t believe you’re not gonna let me have a taste..”

“Really not gonna let me eat this pretty..” you jump when calloused fingertips begin to ride up your skirt, making contact with the hem of laced panties. “this pretty.. little pussy.” As you attempt to maintain your attention on anything to escape the man spitting profanities beneath you, your cheeks flame bright crimson.

“N-no, please — don’t.”

Kirishima smirks at the tremor displayed your voice before filthily groaning, “you complain too much princess.” You squeal as massive arms wrap around your diminutive waist, face now buried into the forepart of your mini skirt, “why don’t you let me take care of you?”

“No — no, I don’t want.. please.”

You instantly feel considerably smaller than before once he fully rises from his knees and stands before you. This was Kirishima’s favorite part. Seeing that helpless expression on your sweet tiny face as you realized you were nothing more than a toy. His small, weak, obedient toy that he planned on playing with all night long.

Backing into the bed's edge, the man sends you crashing backwards like a rag doll. “Please don’t do this.. Kiri-” desperate wails only draw him deeper into his twisted passionate haze as you feebly attempt to writhe away from his contact. “K-kiri, don’t wait!” The man mirthlessly mocks you, teasingly crawling closer towards your shaking frame, “This’ll be fun baby.. relax.”

Kirishima was now completely on top of you, sturdy arms caging you beneath him. “Just wanna taste it, kay?” How his features exuded such warmth and generosity while he deliberately violated you sent shivers down your spine.

He was fucking crazy.

Your face contorts when you feel the sensation of hot kisses scattering the flesh of your neck, then down to your collar before smooth lips shift even lower. “Daddy’s gonna treat you,” he licks the area surrounding your navel while easily tearing your top off. “So,” kiss. “damn,” kiss. “good.” kiss.

You hold back tears, shutting your eyes at the assault. “Gonna take it slow princess, ‘s alright.” His gravelly voice vibrates against your temple before you feel a hand start to shove your skirt up and toy with the hem of your panties, “So sexy.”

He's removing the fabric from beneath your thighs and placing his hands on the backs of your knees in a matter of seconds. You can’t help but squirm once you’re fully spread flat against the sheets. Crimson eyes immediately shoot to the display of your bare cunt, followed by a thick swallow. “Just.. a taste.” He reassures you, more himself, serving as a reminder that he isn’t supposed to actually fuck you — but god, he wants to.

It’s utterly sinful the sound you make when he licks a stripe against your cunt, when his hot tongue travels across the sensitive bud hidden between your folds for the first time. “Kirishima .. oh.”

And It’s music to his ears — but nonetheless, something about this felt off. To hear the same voice he’d always known to be so pure and innocent now gasping in pleasure while he deflowered you was completely unfamiliar. “So tingly .. daddy.” The sound of your darling sweet noises sends any remaining resolve he had out the window. His hands suddenly begin to roam the softness of your thighs, greedily lapping at your soaking cunt and swirling your clit. “Thank you princess..” vermillion slits shoot upwards to meet your pleasure induced face. “Now give it to me baby,” The assault on your delicate clit is never-ending, and it soon sends a strange surge of pleasure bubbling in your lower stomach.

“Oh — Kiri.. I can’t,”

Your dainty fingers situate themselves in the man’s hair, messily pulling at the strands as you desperately search for leverage. “I got you baby, I got you —”

“Give it to me.. all of it princess.”

As you reluctantly submit to his demands and give in to your ecstasy, your walls flutter uncontrollably. Your head is clouded with the sweet nothings he’s uttering while utter pleasure rings you of everything your worth. “Uh huh, that’s it.. yes baby.”

He doesn't even bother waiting for you to come down from your high before resuming in lapping at the quivering cunt beneath him for the second time, his hands clam down onto your shaky thighs. “Kiri, Kiri, I can’t — please, p-please, oh— ”

Your body thrashes, desperately seeking escape from his assault but this time, Kiri only spreads you wider. “Nah..” he runs his fingers up and down your thighs before one hand draws down to your abused cunt, “Gonna see just how much this pretty little pussy can take.”

“Maybe get you ready for the real thing.”

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content warnings / nsfw, housewife reader, bit of misogyny, quirkplay, sub katsuki

just thinking about marrying bakugou and quickly becoming his cute little housewife. throughout your relationship he had promised that after your shared wedding, you would never have to work a day in your life again — and correct, he was.

to say the least, your friends found this new way of living rather absurd. they couldn't comprehend how you, so willingly, threw your entire life away and reduced it to cooking, cleaning and being cooped up in a house all day.

it was as though you’d been hypnotized. every last string of personality wiped clean, your individuality completely nonexistent. little things like how you couldn’t go a single conversation without bringing up your husband’s name or even mentioning his hero work.

and the truth is, they were right. you didn’t exist as an individual anymore and you weren’t afraid to admit it — he was your absolute world.

you were nothing without prohero dynamight.

most men would be disturbed by a woman with such ideals. a woman who felt her one purpose was to worship, please, and pleasure her partner when needed. but to katsuki? you were fucking perfect.

someone who would worship the very ground he walked on and do whatever he said without a thought? this was the type of shit he dreamed about. so when he finally found you, he wasted no time making things official.

as previously stated, once he slipped that ring on your finger and legally marked you as his — dynamight’s wife — it had become his duty to ensure that you would never lift a finger or spend as much as a dime again.

and with time, he slowly started to realize that he was also hopelessly devoted to you in the same way you felt about him.

but how couldn’t he be?

how couldn’t he be in love with you when he’d wake up to a perfectly made breakfast waiting for him on his nightstand? when he’d awaken to his hero attire freshly ironed and placed on the dresser. when you would welcome him morning and night with a kiss paired with the warmest smile he’s ever seen; but most importantly, when you would welcome him with your legs spread.

how couldn’t he be absolutely enamored with you on those late nights he’d stagger home after a long day of hero work, metal props weighing him down as he fell into the nearest couch.

late nights when you would saunter over to his resting frame, petite pink dress he had picked out earlier hugging your physique. when you’d settle onto his muscular lap, the softest plush thighs making contact with his lower region.

when you’d finally break the silence and speak, voice laced with pure innocence but feening the exact opposite. “been waiting for you all day, ‘kats.” he can feel himself slowly slipping away, losing himself to your seductive antics.

you always seemed to know what he needed, especially at times like this.

“i even made dinner..” you shift your body so that laced panties now rest on his clothed crotch. “think we should save it for later, hmm?” playfully giggling, your lips inch towards the skin of his collar before a hoarse moan catches your attention.

katsuki squeezes his eyes shut; even after all the time you’d spent together he would never get used to people seeing him so off guard, so sensitive, so vulnerable. you managed to reduce him, the number one hero in the world, to nothing but a whimpering mess — truthfully, part of you understood. how could he ever face the woman who’s completely stripped him of his manliness?

“mm you’re all hard,” your tongue switches to the shell of his ear, brushing across the frail skin then you shift to his neck. “probably been walking around like this,” kiss. “all,” kiss. “day.” kiss.

“poor katsu..” dainty fingers situate themselves to running circles into muscular arms before finally sliding down to unbuckle his weighted belt. katsuki’s head slowly falls backwards, hanging off the backrest of the sofa as you take in the view of his fully displayed adam’s apple. callous hands grip the meat of your ass while you slowly rid him of his clothing, “god yes, princess p-please.”

katsuki can’t help but let out a moan once your hands settle onto his broad shoulders, once you pull your panties aside and he can practically feel your heat radiating against his — begging to pull him in as you teasingly line yourself up against his leaking arousal.

his thighs instantly tense at the sensation of you sliding down his length, lower and lower .. and lower until you’ve taken all of him. “oh b-baby,” sinful sounds echo around the expanse as your body heat entangles with each other. katsuki feels hot — he feels fire rush to his cheeks when you start to bounce on his lap. his heart thumps inside his chest, breath quickening and mind going utterly blank and replaced with you. your scent, your sounds, your pussy.

katsuki’s hands become tighter around your waist as he decides to pick up the pace. he effortlessly guides you up and down his cock, reminding you of his strength. “t-thank princess, s’ fuck — it’s s- so good.”

he was losing it.

“love this p-pussy, feels s-so good, thank you .. thank you, oh-” small heated sparks begin to light from his palms and you can sense the panic bubbling within him once the realization of what’s happening dawns. maybe if you weren’t so lost in the pleasure, you might have winced at the burning, told him to wait, to slow down, to calm himself — but you only moaned.

katsuki wanted to stop — but he just couldn’t find it in him to come to a halt. not when you squeezed him from the inside so well, when you whispered his name, completely entrapping him in the sensation of your heat. it was all too much to be honest, the tears sliding down the man’s cheeks served proof to this.

“oh- my q-quirk, c-can’t control it, mm burning you.. f- s’sorry”

“shhh, ‘s okay, keep going ‘suki,” the sound of your girlish consolations and the way your skin slapped against his was enough to send him crashing to the edge.

“i love y-you, oh f-fuck, baby please,” his broken sobs echo across the space as you press your chest flush against his. the sensation of white hot liquid filling you up to the brim invades every inch of your psychic with katsuki, katsuki, katsuki.

vermillion eyes remain glued shut as he comes down from his high, heavy breathing harmonizing yours. you bury yourself in his neck, silky hair splayed around his front. the scent of smoke pervades the air around the two of you, katsuki’s fingertips still flashing bits of fire.

how couldn’t he be fucking obsessed with you?

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rape. terrible rape. preferably izuku 🤞 (only if ur comfy!!) i <3 your writing btw

thank you!

warnings ⤷ nsfw, noncon, domestic violence, yandere themes,

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“I found train tickets today.” Hour long stillness between the two of you is broken by a dreary mumble. “— To Tokyo, leaves 6 am tomorrow.”

“You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

As the man across the room rises from his seat, scorching hot tears well up in your eyes, destroying the last vestiges of your dignity.

“Tell me..” a whimper escapes your throat as slow, eerie steps are taken in your approach, “what I’m doing wrong.”

You take a step back, his footsteps mirroring yours. Your eyes widen with horror as Izuku confines you by pressing your back against the wall — space between your bodies narrowed completely.

“I don’t hit you..” Hairs on your neck rise as warm breath pushes against your cheek. “I don’t force myself on you..”

“And you try to fucking leave me?”

Though he's whispering, the wrath in his voice is evident. “Mid — Izu..” Your hand rests on his chest as a shaky mumble escapes your lips.

“You’re sorry huh?” Midoriya’s gaze meets yours for the first time since this encounter — and he’s completely unrecognizable. Eyes once filled with euphoria reduced to cold, empty slits.

“No, I’m sorry —" The man spits as powerful hands slam into your throat, immobilizing you in place. “for dealing with your shit,” He digs his fingers farther into your skin, eliciting a shattered squeal from your lips.

Izuku chuckles, “You wanna go — really wanna get away from me that bad?” He taunts, face tinged with a humorous expression.

Leaning into your ear, a grin spreads across his face. “I should just fucking kill you then, yeah? You’ll never see me again, promise.”

Tears stream down your cheeks as you pleadingly beg for your life in choked protests. The grip on your neck slowly loosens, sending you crashing to the ground.

Hands forcibly grab your hair once again and drag you across the floor, humiliating you as you still tried to recuperate from the previous assault. “Little bitch,” vile curses echo in your ears.

You’re flung into the bed the second you reach the room. Girlishly squealing as a brawny hand catches you by the ankle, you’re dragged forward to the edge of bed to meet him — legs now spread and forcibly caged around his waist.

“You remember what you said to me your first night here?” He inquires, piercing stare now hidden by verdant coloured hair falling over his eyes. “Told me you were a virgin..” He slips his shirt off, “— begged me not to fuck you.” Toned abs formed from years of hero training now fully exposed to you. “Promised me you would be good if I let you keep your virginity.”

“God, I wanted it so bad.. but I listened — I fucking listened — just so you wouldn’t be scared of me.” Every word he breathes oozes with rage, adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

Your broken sobs reverberate around the room once he begins to slip out of his sweats, boxers follow shortly after, “Please n-no..”

“This is your fault.”

Midoriya collapses onto you in an instant, lips smashing into yours. Any effort of writhing from his grasp gone deliberately ignored as calloused hands dipped between your legs, coming in contact with delicate laced panties. He wastes no time ripping the fabric off completely, your petite body weeping underneath him. Hot, wet kisses litter your neck before you notice his cock hardening at the inside of your bare thigh — almost prodding at your entrance.

And then he’s inside of you.

Izuku enters your cunt with a breathy moan, quickly losing himself in the sensation of you squeezing him from the inside. He wraps a hand around your throat, the other occupied with pinning you in place. “Keep fucking playing with me..”

“And this is where you’ll always end up.”

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imagine virgin! yandere hawks with a darling he who he’s too afraid to sleep with because he lacks experience. (he wants to badly but the embarrassment is too much) so he tries to refrain from getting sexual with her (assuming she wouldn’t even wanna do things like that)

but how do you think he’d react if you (the darling) caught onto this, his shyness, and slowly start to seduce him, try to tempt him into changing his mind .. into doing things with you he knows he shouldn’t.

warnings - nsfw, dubcon, coercion, femdom

It all started to make sense.

The extent he'd go to avoid you, the way his amber eyes darted away the moment you walked out of the shower, your drenched body covered only by a flimsy towel. The way you could feel him shutter while you pressed up behind him, fingertips stroking scarlet wings — the most sensitive area of his body.

Who'd have guessed that the infamous, daunting, Keigo Tamaki was a virgin?

To be honest, you found it adorable — slightly pathetic, but adorable. Which is why you quickly make the decision to take it upon yourself and rid him of this little problem.

So you started off small. Leaving your freshly worn laced panties scattered all around the house, coincidentally areas he would spend the most time in. “Sorry Keigo, think you could get those for me?”

You smirk as he would nervously pick up after you, trying not to make eye contact with the fabric between his fingers.

The times where you would crawl into his bed, nothing but a petite nightgown thrown over your body. Though he insisted you both sleep separately — that wouldn’t stop you from pressing your rear side against his flushed, naked chest.

As weeks started to go by, you were impressed. Surprised that he hadn't surrendered his willpower — that he hadn't succumbed to your efforts just yet.

But you’ve had enough.

Keigo had a habit of working late on weekends, leaving you just enough time to prepare for his arrival. Tonight would go differently, that you were sure of.

The sound of keys jingling at the door signal you to move into position. A short gasp causes your head to whip backwards, “Oh,” you moan, “There you are!”

Hawks was speechless.

You leaned over the kitchen counter, naked except for a silky white negligee that stopped just below the curve of your ass.

"Wh- what are you-"

You take small steps towards the man who remained dumbfounded in front of you, like a predator stalking its prey. It's only then that you realize how much bigger he is than you are, his thick form dwarfing your stature.

“Kei...” you breathe, face buried his hero attire as you crush your body against his front.

He’s never seen this side of you before — never heard you call out his name with so much need.

“Take me to bed,” The air around you two is filled with a mix of seductive and girlish whimpers. “I want it, ‘want you..” The combination of your words, scent, and sensation of you pressing against him is overbearing— he couldn’t take it.

“T-to bed?” Keigo mumbles under his breath, golden slits peering down at you. You weren’t suggesting — were you? His clothed cock rests in a patch of heat that catches both of your attention.

Your gaze is drawn downward, first to his bulge, then to his lust-induced face. Then you're on your tiptoes, lips caressing his ear shell. “C’mon dove..”

“I see the way you stare at me..”

“Know what kind of things you think about," Frail hands carefully start to unhook his belt halfway. Your next move causes Keigo's breath to seize in his throat.

You quickly shift your weight to the heels of your feet and begin dragging him behind you with his belt strap. “I’ve been toying with you for weeks,” you whisper, making way to the bedroom.

“And you’re gonna punish me for it.”

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Pls do kirishima letting all his friends take turns eating y/n’s kitty ^_^

warnings - nsfw, oral sex

Izuku stood motionless in front of the bed.

The lewd sight of you perched on Kirishima's lap, legs spread wide by strong arms, leaves him speechless — like he’ll pass out any minute now.

“You just gonna stare at her or what?”

“I don't think- this.. this isn't-" His verdant eyes are fixed between your thighs as he speaks beneath his breath. For a brief moment, you nearly believed Izuku's objections — until you noticed the growing bulge in his pants.

Kirishima coos, carefully lowering his lips to give your ear a nibble, "Come on, I'll even let you take 'er panties off." “— Take a look at her, Deku; she's soaking them up..”

And you were. Everyone standing in the room could see that clearly.

“Oi, move it quirkless.” A gruff voice from across the room grabs your attention, the ash blonde takes no time shoving Izuku out of the way before stalking straight for you.

“If you don’t fuckin touch her, I will.” Bakugou scowls as he takes in the sight of your dressed cunt. You can practically feel the lust oozing from every syllable that comes out of his mouth, “Go on shitty hair, let’s see it.”

Both pairs of eyes look you down as Kirishima begins to slide slicked panties off from under you. “Pretty right?” He groans, “Tastes even better than it looks.”

The sexual tension that hung in the air around you four was almost unbearable. So you made the decision to break it — “Mmm, who's first?” You moan as you crawl out of your boyfriend’s lap, instantly captivating every man in the room.

You teasingly draw your legs to a close once you settle onto your back. “So quiet now, Kachaan?”

Bakugou cringes at the use of his nickname but when you say it like that, he starts to think maybe it isn’t so bad.

Your focus shifts from Bakugou, to Kirishima, then finally to the shy man parked farthest away from you. “C’mere Deku," You smirk at the flushed and panicked expression on his face as he cautiously approaches you, “It’s your turn..”

Izuku’s lowering himself to his knees in an instant, breath catching in his throat as he prys your legs apart with hard hands. Once his tongue finally makes contact with your cunt, he’s horrified that he might just — just —

“Hah! He even eats pussy like a damn loser.” Bakugou scoffs, “Looks like he’s gonna cream his fuckin’ pants any second now, out of the way nerd — I’ll show her how a real man does it.”

As you watch him take Deku's old position between your thighs, a fresh sensation of arousal overtakes you. Warm breath fanning against your quivering cunt forces a breathy gasp from your lips, “Touch me, Katsuki, please.”

That was enough to set him off.

With a grunt, Bakugou slides his tongue along the heat between your split thighs. Greedily slurping up your juices, he dipped inside your pulsing tightness in search of tasting more, “So fucking good,” His eager mouth let out a low moan, crimson eyes closed in pleasure. All while hot hands probed your exposed and fluttering tummy, pushing up and over the flinching skin until he reached the delicate skin of your breasts, gripping them in hands that were too huge, too rough, too eager.

Even if you tried, you couldn't focus on the blonde's words as he talks you through your climax. You're too preoccupied with the wave of pleasure consuming you in every way, shouts of pure sin resounding beyond the horizon.

And when it's all over — or so you thought — The sound of Kirishima unbuckling his belt reclaims your attention. “How about I have a go?”

“And maybe Deku too, I think he deserves a redo — no interruptions this time.”

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yandere kirishima kidnapping/noncon?<3

ahh ofc anon ;)

CONTENT WARNINGS : nsfw, yandere themes, kidnapping, noncon, stalking, traumatized reader.

ONE MONTH.

Today officially marked one month since your inexplicable vanishing, one month since you’d been so effortlessly abducted from your own home. The life you had spent years plotting and perfecting gone in the blink of an eye.

You shift uncomfortably around the mattress provided by your captor, rigid cushions feel like rocks under your back and during moments like this — You wanted nothing more than to be able to rewind time, to be given a second chance.

Possibly to warn yourself of the danger you were in, tell yourself to pack your things, leave and never look back. Or maybe it would be to ask how you could be so fucking naive? How you failed to notice the way your fate slowly began to unravel itself days before that nightmarish morning.

The morning that would change everything.

*

Those bitterly cold nights you staggered into your apartment hours after midnight, breath stained with alcohol and keys crammed in hand. You were drunk off your ass — yes, but sensible enough to recognize that something felt .. off. Like someone had been here while you were away.

But you were no stranger to these thoughts. Living on your own came with it’s downsides — paranoia being one of them. You figured it was normal .. right? Normal to have moments of fear, occasional gut feelings that you weren’t alone. So you brush it off, deem your intuitions as false.

That was your first mistake.

Because it didn’t stop there. Suspicions only grew higher as your unknown pursuer slowly stepped up their game — slowly became bolder.

Starting with instances where you’d notice certain household items being out of place. Car keys wounding up on the couch when you specifically remembered setting them down on the counter, kitchen drawers being left open, it was subtle things, like your air conditioning being upped five degrees higher than recalled.

Then things started going missing.

More intimate belongings, ranging from silky laced negligees down to your worn fucking panties. Needless to say, you were scared shitless — Who wouldn’t be? Partly because deep down, you knew better. Knew you should’ve rushed to the cops, that this was no longer coincidental but of course — you didn’t. What you did do though, was put your knackered washer at fault, told yourself it was just the machine eating clothes again.

Second mistake.

And as expected, this little game of cat and mouse only escalated from there. Except this time, your terrorizer would finally decide to strike.

*

That afternoon was mainly spent hunched over your laptop, catching up on late academic work you’d accidentally let slip from your agenda. Typically, you made an effort to finish everything before going to bed, however you could feel the exhaustion overruling you — so instead, you shut the computing machine off and set a warm bath to blow off steam.

Laying serenely in the tub, you swoon away in your thoughts. The fresh aroma of a lit candle pervaded the air surrounding you, for a second you could almost feel your consciousness being wafted from right under you.

And then you heard it.

Your body feels like cinderblock as you shoot out of the tub, new sensation of panic engulfing every inch of your vitality. That couldn’t have been your imagination — that was the sound of something.

The sound of a fucking person — and it was coming from your bedroom.

Your heart rate accumulated as you threw a towel over your body and timidly made your way down the hallway leading to the source of the noise. Every step left you trembling with angst, but in a matter of seconds you reach the door and finally twist the knob.

Oh.

Your jaw drops at what you’re met with .. an unscathed bedroom. Laptop shut, ceiling fan on, bed made, and to your surprise, not a person in sight — Everything was sitting just as you had left it, and this honestly gave you consolation. Hard evidence that you were being crazy, that there was no noise, that your mind was playing tricks on you. That nobody was here.

So you warily drop your towel, soaking wet hair trickling over your bare body as you ambled towards the dresser. You grab the first thing you lay eyes on, a samite pink nightgown, and quickly clothe yourself before ascending into bed.

Looking back, you wonder how you so cluelessly let a severe situation like this fall between the cracks. How you were able to just doze off to sleep without ever seeming to notice the scarlet eyes burning into your unconscious form — that had been doing so for hours.

How that night you rested so soundly that you didn’t even feel when a hand — his hand — brushed against your cheek. Or when he tugged the blanket down, crimson eyebrows raising at the sight of your exposed skin. You didn’t even remotely move when the man positioned himself to join you in bed, or when he vigilantly creeped out from beside you, positioning the duvet back to your figure. But the moment you woke up the next morning, you knew at once that you weren’t alone. Not when the door you distinctly remembered shutting and locking before going to bed had been left wide open.

“Was starting to think you’d never catch on, babe.” You screech at the sudden utterance and jerk your head backwards, only to come face to face with an inconceivable sight. The man situated in front of you was constructed by muscle that from one look — you could tell took years to obtain, coarse red hair protruding from his head almost perfectly matched his color coordinated attire.

Then it clicks.

The stalking, constant terrorizing, the fear and uneasiness installed into your home was all at the hands of the world’s most glorious Pro Hero, Eijirou Kirishima. — Red fucking Riot.

“I’ve been watching you for awhile now,” He took this as an opportunity to slowly step forward, knees coming in contact with the edge of your bed. He already knows you’re intimated by him from the way you sheepishly sit up. Who wouldn’t be? The hero who stood at almost 8 feet tall, tripling you in size, was enough to make any woman cower.

You gawk up at his face once he speaks again, vermillion slits stared back down at you. For the first time, you truly understood fear. What it meant to be utterly paralyzed by pure fright — unable to open your mouth or even move a muscle. You only twitch when he draws in closer, brings his thumb to your cheek and wipes at the streaming tears.

It feels like the world around you comes to a halt as you watched his calloused hand travel from your cheek, down to your collar, then to playing with the thin strap of your nightdress.

Your breath hitches.

“What, you don’t speak?” The pro hero gave a mirthless chuckle, “That’s alright, you don’t have to.” Fixation remains on the flimsy piece of fabric before redirecting his attention to your face.

“Take your nightgown off.” It’s only a whisper — but this singular sentence sends you into complete hysteria.

Eijirou grabs you — and for the first time since he exposed himself, your body regained it’s strength — it’s will to live. You screamed, tried with every last bone in your body to writhe away from his grasp but you couldn’t. Petite body pinned to the bed by sturdy arms, you realized you were stupid for thinking you could win a fight against a man of such physique. You realized that life, as you knew it, was already over.

So you lay still when he brashly presses his lips to yours, metal belt clashing into your stomach as he bears all of his weight onto your miniature frame. You lay still when he rips your poor excuse of clothing off, slips your panties down plush thighs and delves between your legs. As he so easily has his way with you, never once considering your pleas and desperate cries for him to stop — that you weren’t ready, that this was your first time.

And it isn’t until you’re completely fucked out by both his tongue and cock, body battling unconsciousness, that he has mercy on you. Assures you it’s okay to sleep, that you didn’t need to worry your pretty little head any longer, mumbling in your ear that you were going somewhere better — somewhere you should’ve been a long time ago, with him.

Your psychic screams at you to stay awake, to put up a fight, to talk him out of this, do anything but allow yourself to be abducted — kidnapped, taken to god knows where, but you physically couldn’t. Not when your eyes involuntarily begin to flutter shut, fatigue from the assault winning you over. You feel yourself slipping away, then everything around you fades to black.

Third mistake.

*

You tried your hardest to forget. Wanting nothing more than to banish that dreadful morning from your thoughts, however the trauma was still there. Your body served as a constant reminder of the horrid abuse you’d endured since the kidnapping. Varying from scars littered across your legs to hickeys and marks that could be found around your sensual areas.

Most of them were formed on what you called “bad nights”. When Kirishima would come home from a tiresome day of hero work, noticeably with a temper and all it took was one glimpse at his face to know what he wanted. You felt fortunate if you could even walk afterwards. After hours of being manhandled onto your back, wrists pinned above your head as he stretched you out, all while thanking you for letting him use you like this — for giving yourself to him.

As if you weren’t being held against your will.

Some days you wondered if he ever regretted it. If he, at one point, has felt sympathy for you. Did he ever notice the wails that would echo from the room he locked you away in? The nights you had cried yourself to sleep, body aching from his rough treatment.

He heard it, there was no denying that. But did he care? No.

Eijirou thought he had made it clear on your first day that harming you was never apart of his intentions. That he was a fair man — and if you fought him, he would have no problem reminding you of your place. Which knowing yourself, happened often but gradually you learned it was best to stay on his good side.

In spite of these circumstances, you managed to stay hopeful. The thought of being rescued was the only thing that kept you alive, — or maybe it was the satisfaction you would feel as you finally exposed Red Riot’s true character to the world. So for the sake of retrieving your freedom, you’d cooperate, play nice a little, start slowly plotting an escape.

It would take some time but you’d get there eventually.

You just needed to hold on a little longer .. right?

[katsukisriot]

yandere kirishima kidnapping/noncon?<3

ahh ofc anon ;)

CONTENT WARNINGS : nsfw, yandere themes, kidnapping, noncon, stalking, traumatized reader.

ONE MONTH.

Today officially marked one month since your inexplicable vanishing, one month since you’d been so effortlessly abducted from your own home. The life you had spent years plotting and perfecting gone in the blink of an eye.

You shift uncomfortably around the mattress provided by your captor, rigid cushions feel like rocks under your back and during moments like this — You wanted nothing more than to be able to rewind time, to be given a second chance.

Possibly to warn yourself of the danger you were in, tell yourself to pack your things, leave and never look back. Or maybe it would be to ask how you could be so fucking naive? How you failed to notice the way your fate slowly began to unravel itself days before that nightmarish morning.

The morning that would change everything.

*

Those bitterly cold nights you staggered into your apartment hours after midnight, breath stained with alcohol and keys crammed in hand. You were drunk off your ass — yes, but sensible enough to recognize that something felt .. off. Like someone had been here while you were away.

But you were no stranger to these thoughts. Living on your own came with it’s downsides — paranoia being one of them. You figured it was normal .. right? Normal to have moments of fear, occasional gut feelings that you weren’t alone. So you brush it off, deem your intuitions as false.

That was your first mistake.

Because it didn’t stop there. Suspicions only grew higher as your unknown pursuer slowly stepped up their game — slowly became bolder.

Starting with instances where you’d notice certain household items being out of place. Car keys wounding up on the couch when you specifically remembered setting them down on the counter, kitchen drawers being left open, it was subtle things, like your air conditioning being upped five degrees higher than recalled.

Then things started going missing.

More intimate belongings, ranging from silky laced negligees down to your worn fucking panties. Needless to say, you were scared shitless — Who wouldn’t be? Partly because deep down, you knew better. Knew you should’ve rushed to the cops, that this was no longer coincidental but of course — you didn’t. What you did do though, was put your knackered washer at fault, told yourself it was just the machine eating clothes again.

Second mistake.

And as expected, this little game of cat and mouse only escalated from there. Except this time, your terrorizer would finally decide to strike.

*

That afternoon was mainly spent hunched over your laptop, catching up on late academic work you’d accidentally let slip from your agenda. Typically, you made an effort to finish everything before going to bed, however you could feel the exhaustion overruling you — so instead, you shut the computing machine off and set a warm bath to blow off steam.

Laying serenely in the tub, you swoon away in your thoughts. The fresh aroma of a lit candle pervaded the air surrounding you, for a second you could almost feel your consciousness being wafted from right under you.

And then you heard it.

Your body feels like cinderblock as you shoot out of the tub, new sensation of panic engulfing every inch of your vitality. That couldn’t have been your imagination — that was the sound of something.

The sound of a fucking person — and it was coming from your bedroom.

Your heart rate accumulated as you threw a towel over your body and timidly made your way down the hallway leading to the source of the noise. Every step left you trembling with angst, but in a matter of seconds you reach the door and finally twist the knob.

Oh.

Your jaw drops at what you’re met with .. an unscathed bedroom. Laptop shut, ceiling fan on, bed made, and to your surprise, not a person in sight — Everything was sitting just as you had left it, and this honestly gave you consolation. Hard evidence that you were being crazy, that there was no noise, that your mind was playing tricks on you. That nobody was here.

So you warily drop your towel, soaking wet hair trickling over your bare body as you ambled towards the dresser. You grab the first thing you lay eyes on, a samite pink nightgown, and quickly clothe yourself before ascending into bed.

Looking back, you wonder how you so cluelessly let a severe situation like this fall between the cracks. How you were able to just doze off to sleep without ever seeming to notice the scarlet eyes burning into your unconscious form — that had been doing so for hours.

How that night you rested so soundly that you didn’t even feel when a hand — his hand — brushed against your cheek. Or when he tugged the blanket down, crimson eyebrows raising at the sight of your exposed skin. You didn’t even remotely move when the man positioned himself to join you in bed, or when he vigilantly creeped out from beside you, positioning the duvet back to your figure. But the moment you woke up the next morning, you knew at once that you weren’t alone. Not when the door you distinctly remembered shutting and locking before going to bed had been left wide open.

“Was starting to think you’d never catch on, babe.” You screech at the sudden utterance and jerk your head backwards, only to come face to face with an inconceivable sight. The man situated in front of you was constructed by muscle that from one look — you could tell took years to obtain, coarse red hair protruding from his head almost perfectly matched his color coordinated attire.

Then it clicks.

The stalking, constant terrorizing, the fear and uneasiness installed into your home was all at the hands of the world’s most glorious Pro Hero, Eijirou Kirishima. — Red fucking Riot.

“I’ve been watching you for awhile now,” He took this as an opportunity to slowly step forward, knees coming in contact with the edge of your bed. He already knows you’re intimidated by him from the way you sheepishly sit up. Who wouldn’t be? The hero who stood at almost 8 feet tall, tripling you in size, was enough to make any woman cower.

You gawk up at his face once he speaks again, vermillion slits stared back down at you. For the first time, you truly understood fear. What it meant to be utterly paralyzed by pure fright — unable to open your mouth or even move a muscle. You only twitch when he draws in closer, brings his thumb to your cheek and wipes at the streaming tears.

It feels like the world around you comes to a halt as you watched his calloused hand travel from your cheek, down to your collar, then to playing with the thin strap of your nightdress.

Your breath hitches.

“What, you don’t speak?” The pro hero gave a mirthless chuckle, “That’s alright, you don’t have to.” Fixation remains on the flimsy piece of fabric before redirecting his attention to your face.

“Take your nightgown off.” It’s only a whisper — but this singular sentence sends you into complete hysteria.

Eijirou grabs you — and for the first time since he exposed himself, your body regained it’s strength — it’s will to live. You screamed, tried with every last bone in your body to writhe away from his grasp but you couldn’t. Petite body pinned to the bed by sturdy arms, you realized you were stupid for thinking you could win a fight against a man of such physique. You realized that life, as you knew it, was already over.

So you lay still when he brashly presses his lips to yours, metal belt clashing into your stomach as he bears all of his weight onto your miniature frame. You lay still when he rips your poor excuse of clothing off, slips your panties down plush thighs and delves between your legs. As he so easily has his way with you, never once considering your pleas and desperate cries for him to stop — that you weren’t ready, that this was your first time.

And it isn’t until you’re completely fucked out by both his tongue and cock, body battling unconsciousness, that he has mercy on you. Assures you it’s okay to sleep, that you didn’t need to worry your pretty little head any longer, mumbling in your ear that you were going somewhere better — somewhere you should’ve been a long time ago, with him.

Your psychic screams at you to stay awake, to put up a fight, to talk him out of this, do anything but allow yourself to be abducted — kidnapped, taken to god knows where, but you physically couldn’t. Not when your eyes involuntarily begin to flutter shut, fatigue from the assault winning you over. You feel yourself slipping away, then everything around you fades to black.

Third mistake.

*

You tried your hardest to forget. Wanting nothing more than to banish that dreadful morning from your thoughts, however the trauma was still there. Your body served as a constant reminder of the horrid abuse you’d endured since the kidnapping. Varying from scars littered across your legs to hickeys and marks that could be found around your sensual areas.

Most of them were formed on what you called “bad nights”. When Kirishima would come home from a tiresome day of hero work, noticeably with a temper and all it took was one glimpse at his face to know what he wanted. You felt fortunate if you could even walk afterwards. After hours of being manhandled onto your back, wrists pinned above your head as he stretched you out, all while thanking you for letting him use you like this — for giving yourself to him.

As if you weren’t being held against your will.

Some days you wondered if he ever regretted it. If he, at one point, has felt sympathy for you. Did he ever notice the wails that would echo from the room he locked you away in? The nights you had cried yourself to sleep, body aching from his rough treatment.

He heard it, there was no denying that. But did he care? No.

Eijirou thought he had made it clear on your first day that harming you was never apart of his intentions. That he was a fair man — and if you fought him, he would have no problem reminding you of your place. Which knowing yourself, happened often but gradually you learned it was best to stay on his good side.

In spite of these circumstances, you managed to stay hopeful. The thought of being rescued was the only thing that kept you alive, — or maybe it was the satisfaction you would feel as you finally exposed Red Riot’s true character to the world. So for the sake of retrieving your freedom, you’d cooperate, play nice a little, start slowly plotting an escape.

It would take some time but you’d get there eventually.

You just needed to hold on a little longer .. right?

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tw - noncon, alcohol, femdom

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imagine throwing pro hero deku a houseparty in honor of all of his hard work. it can’t be easy risking your life to keep society safe — yet he still does it every single day and with no complaints. pro hero deku who doesn’t even think it’s worth celebrating, i mean it’s just his job? he doesn’t think he’s too important, but you have your ways. somehow you convince him to allow you to throw this party and to your surprise, he even shows up.

pro hero deku who’s had one too many to drink, callous hands gripping any surface he can find for balance. at this point, it’d be rude of you not to help — you couldn’t just leave him like that, a staggering mess. he’s lucky you’re so kind, feels appreciative when you lay hold of his hand and slowly lead him up the stairs.

pro hero deku whose verdant eyes are barely open but still follows you into your room. “s okay, j-just need water” poor attempts at sentences leave his flushed lips. pro hero deku whose face flashes bright red when you shut the door and finally shove your palms to his toned chest, back tumbling into the bed behind him.

pro hero deku who’s spent his entire life training and possesses double your amount of strength but can’t find it in himself to jostle you off of him. you watch his face contort when it registers what position you two were in. “what’s the matter with you izu,” sultry, girlish giggles echo across the expanse. “oh.. it’s this,” there’s quietness for a second but then you adjust your skirt and press down. hard.

a new sensation of damp panties grazing his clothed cock detains his attention and erases any righteous thoughts in head. slowly rocking yourself back and forth on his bulge, “isn’t it?” your bantering continues.

“i don’t think th- this is- wait, we shouldn’-“ he utters hopeless protests but you know he wants it. and he knows he wants it. none of this stops you from lowering yourself to the shell of his ear, frail fingers fidget with the hem of his shirt, “we shouldn’t what? hmm..”

pro hero deku who feels like he’s on fire. he wants you off — he really does, but the way your tongue swipes across his ear, the way your fragrance invades his senses while that god awfully warm, soft, pulsing part of you slowly inches closer and closer to his, his —

maybe if his mind wasn’t so hazy, he would have realized you’d already unbuckled his belt but everything was just too blurry.

pro hero deku who feels himself succumbing to a deep slumber, though he’s thinking tons of things right now. mainly wishing this assault would stop but when he feels you kneading circles into his bare thighs, deku realizes he’s in for it tonight — whether you had his consent or not.

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TIME. Bakugou Katsuki

Content warnings | (No nsfw), Mentions of death, grief, angst, slight suicidal thoughts

They say time is the ultimate healer of all wounds. Grief must not count as a wound then because, fuck. All of the time the world has to offer keeps passing yet still; he finds himself stuck at square one. Hours spent hopelessly indulging in reminiscence — in the scent of someone he once knew. Katsuki doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to this. Referring to a person he holds — held so close to his heart as past tense is soul crushing.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever wrap his head around the world he’s living in now. A world where you’re a sheer memory and nothing more.

Katsuki was never keen of sleeping, unarguably an insomniac. But now? He would give the universe to have the privilege of shutting his eyes and dozing off. To escape this twisted, deranged reality he’s forced to dwell in. Constant reminders of your absence from the world torment him unfalteringly. His consciousness, once bringing him the most comfort now serves as a cell.

A timeless, sleepless cell where 24 hours in a day feel like a lifetime. 24 hours spent longing for someone who’s never coming back can make you feel like you’re losing your mind. Katsuki learns this quickly.

And in the rare moments he’s not lost in the thought of your memory; he wonders what life would’ve been like if things had played out differently. Maybe in another lifetime he would’ve been able to travel back in time and save you. Maybe, just maybe — you would still be here with him today, with all of us. In that lifetime Katsuki wouldn’t have to endure this harrowing sorrow, this regret, this anguish that actively chips away at his essence. Every second he spends breathing, living, walking. Maybe you would be here doing the same.

But that’s the thing about time, it’s irreversible and sometimes so fucking unfair. For some, it stopped and for others it kept going. Half of him wishes his time had ran out the second yours had.

But it didn’t.

And wherever you were, his soulmate, his best friend, his love. The person who taught him it was okay to be vulnerable. He hoped with every last bone in his body that he would have the pleasure of seeing you, feeling you, and hearing you again one day.

After awhile, the dusk nights he spent sitting in the house you once shared would become unbearable. The nights where he’d expect you to walk through the door and greet him with that amiable smile. Nights that would end up with him sulking into the bedroom that held his dearest memories with you.

As his back reposes into his bed’s comforter, Katsuki casts his mind to better times. The times where his eyes would flutter open to the sight of you sound asleep beside him, faint breaths and occasional snores leaving your lips. Your flocculant hair spread beneath you like velvet — like an angel.

This is how he’d always remember you.

And even though you’re gone now — forever stuck within the depths of time, never getting older and never getting younger, never having a today nor a tomorrow. Whose eternal purpose was now to be one with the universe. You’d always be sound asleep next to him when the sun sets.

Katsuki shifts positions as he feels his eyes starting to give out on him. It’s hard to accept that he’ll never be waiting for you in bed again, won’t be musing about the future you planned together or saving you a spot to sleep next to him.

It’s hard to accept that he’ll eventually have to let go of you but there’s no harm in playing pretend. No harm in envisioning you calling his name, you’d tell him everything would be okay, that you’re on your way and to get some rest.

For a second it feels like this is real but deep down he knows it’s not. Knows you won’t be home with him tonight but still, Katsuki plays along and scoots to the right. His eyes glisten with tears as he glances at the empty space left beside him. What he would give for you to have had more time.

Time.

That’s the funny thing about it, you never truly know when yours is up.

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Kirishima, F reader

content warnings | 18+, nsfw, sexual thoughts, dubcon ?, thoughts of abduction, yandere themes

Just thinking about Kirishima who’s built an amazing friendship with you over the years and wouldn’t give up the bond you share for anything.

Kirishima who goes out of his way to protect you and made it his mission to ensure that harm never crosses your path. Whether it’s holding doors open for you, spending hours repairing your car for free or walking you home on dark nights. I mean he’s a hero and he’s just being a good friend — it’s what he’s supposed to do .. right?

Kirishima who can’t quite remember when his intentions towards you became so ill willed. How it took him this long to realize how short the skirts you’d aimlessly saunter around in public were. Those low cut tops that managed to perfectly showcase your chest, if he didn’t know better he’d think you were trying to provoke him on purpose.

Kirishima who stares in awe when you drop your purse and before he could extend a hand to grab it, you bend over to do it yourself. Mini skirt riding up and allowing light blue panties to display themselves right in his face. At times like this, Kiri wonders what you want from him? Sometimes It’s feels as if you’re begging him to imagine all the different positions he could manhandle you into, the oh so beautiful moans you’d let out as he dominated you (gently of course). He wonders if you’ve ever been taken by a real man and if you’d let him be the first.

Kirishima who knows thinking about you like this is wrong. Knows that it’s unmanly to lose himself so quickly all due to a flash of panties. Knows you’d dismiss of him the second you learned of his disgusting, perverted train of thoughts.

Kirishima who’s submerged with guilt, unwanted lewd thoughts about you invading every aspect of his psychic. He quickly learns how difficult it is to go through an entire day with a raging hard on — it’s unbearable really. You’re just so oblivious to everything, it’s when you rub his thigh with the warmest smile he’s ever seen to thank him for his minuscule acts of kindness. That means you want him right?

When you struggle to move furniture in your house around and mewl in frustration, sweat dripping from your forehead. Kiri can’t take his eyes off you, the sight leaving his cock throbbing in his sweats. But it’s okay, he’s here, your big strong hero can help.

Kirishima who wishes he could help you in other ways. Wishes he could help relieve you of the stress you must be feeling. Wishes he could take you far away from society, where all you’ll ever know is him and him only. And when he finally has you all to himself, he’d lay you down on his bed and slowly strip you of your garments. Until the only thing separating him from what he wanted — what you both wanted, were your cute little lace panties. And If he wasn’t so generous, Kiri would probably make you beg for his tongue, his fingers, his cock, for him to do anything.

But there’s no time for all that, not when he’d be seconds away from robbing you of any thoughts circling inside your pretty little head. Not when he planned to fuck you so good the only thing you’ll be thinking about is him and how he’s splitting you completely apart on his cock.

Kirishima who grudgingly acknowledges how twisted his mindset is. But it’s not like he means any harm, he just wants what’s best for you. And that’s him. Why can’t you see that? As much as he loved you, you could be so clueless sometimes. Which is exactly why you needed him — you don’t know how to make the right decisions for yourself but Kiri does.

You’re lucky he isn’t actually crazy or you would’ve been long gone by now, absent from the world and tucked away where only he could reach you. But he’ll admit, it’s challenging not to fantasize about how easy it would be to snatch you, take you somewhere in the back of beyond.

Don’t get him wrong, Kiri would never act on these ideas but you’d trust him right?

Trust him to take good care of you, provide for you, love you, and take care of your more sensual needs when the time comes.

Truthfully, Kirishima was the only man you deserved and he was willing to do anything for you to see things his way.

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[katsukisriot]

Kirishima, F reader

content warnings | 18+, nsfw, sexual thoughts, dubcon ?, thoughts of abduction, yandere themes

Just thinking about Kirishima who’s built an amazing friendship with you over the years and wouldn’t give up the bond you share for anything.

Kirishima who goes out of his way to protect you and made it his mission to ensure that harm never crosses your path. Whether it’s holding doors open for you, spending hours repairing your car for free or walking you home on dark nights. I mean he’s a hero and he’s just being a good friend — it’s what he’s supposed to do .. right?

Kirishima who can’t quite remember when his intentions towards you became so ill willed. How it took him this long to realize how short the skirts you’d aimlessly saunter around in public were. Those low cut tops that managed to perfectly showcase your chest, if he didn’t know better he’d think you were trying to provoke him on purpose.

Kirishima who stares in awe when you drop your purse and before he could extend a hand to grab it, you bend over to do it yourself. Mini skirt riding up and allowing light blue panties to display themselves right in his face. At times like this, Kiri wonders what you want from him? Sometimes It’s feels as if you’re begging him to imagine all the different positions he could manhandle you into, the oh so beautiful moans you’d let out as he dominated you (gently of course). He wonders if you’ve ever been taken by a real man and if you’d let him be the first.

Kirishima who knows thinking about you like this is wrong. Knows that it’s unmanly to lose himself so quickly all due to a flash of panties. Knows you’d dismiss of him the second you learned of his disgusting, perverted train of thoughts.

Kirishima who’s submerged with guilt, unwanted lewd thoughts about you invading every aspect of his psychic. He quickly learns how difficult it is to go through an entire day with a raging hard on — it’s unbearable really. You’re just so oblivious to everything, it’s when you rub his thigh with the warmest smile he’s ever seen to thank him for his minuscule acts of kindness. That means you want him right?

When you struggle to move furniture in your house around and mewl in frustration, sweat dripping from your forehead. Kiri can’t take his eyes off you, the sight leaving his cock throbbing in his sweats. But it’s okay, he’s here, your big strong hero can help.

Kirishima who wishes he could help you in other ways. Wishes he could help relieve you of the stress you must be feeling. Wishes he could take you far away from society, where all you’ll ever know is him and him only. And when he finally has you all to himself, he’d lay you down on his bed and slowly strip you of your garments. Until the only thing separating him from what he wanted — what you both wanted, were your cute little lace panties. And If he wasn’t so generous, Kiri would probably make you beg for his tongue, his fingers, his cock, for him to do anything.

But there’s no time for all that, not when he’d be seconds away from robbing you of any thoughts circling inside your pretty little head. Not when he planned to fuck you so good the only thing you’ll be thinking about is him and how he’s splitting you completely apart on his cock.

Kirishima who grudgingly acknowledges how twisted his mindset is. But it’s not like he means any harm, he just wants what’s best for you. And that’s him. Why can’t you see that? As much as he loved you, you could be so clueless sometimes. Which is exactly why you needed him — you don’t know how to make the right decisions for yourself but Kiri does.

You’re lucky he isn’t actually crazy or you would’ve been long gone by now, absent from the world and tucked away where only he could reach you. But he’ll admit, it’s challenging not to fantasize about how easy it would be to snatch you, take you somewhere in the back of beyond.

Don’t get him wrong, Kiri would never act on these ideas but you’d trust him right?

Trust him to take good care of you, provide for you, love you, and take care of your more sensual needs when the time comes.

Truthfully, Kirishima was the only man you deserved and he was willing to do anything for you to see things his way.

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