I DIDNG MEAN TK HURT YIUR FEELINGS DANNY IM SORRY😢😢 I personally don’t like the digital circus but I think it’s very fun and a unique concept,, and the fanart is always good ☹️ do not fret danny it’s ok
NO ITS FINE!!111/gen i was mostly joking.. i get that its not everyones cup of tea!!1 i like a lot of shows that people consider bad or 'slop'.. gulps
but also everytime a mutual brings up a show i like in a negative way i feel like this
!! welcome to sintober film festival day eighteen !!
✰ screening now: in my mind...
✰ starring: keigo takami + consensual noncon
✰ synopsis: after the number two hero saves you from a lurking mugger in a back alleyway, of course he’d want repayment. and of course he takes from you the only thing you’re good for; your pretty, virgin pussy.
✰ content warnings: ! HEAVY NONCON ! HEAVY NONCON ! explicit mentions of rape, rape fantasies, assault, violence, street violence and mugging, violent use of a knife, consensual noncon (but framed as noncon until the end), coercion, (roleplayed) virginity loss, cervix fucking, breeding, public sex, slight aftercare. this fic is fucked up. mind your fucking tags.
✰ word count: 2927
musutafu is one of the safest places you’ve ever lived. you’ve heard your fair share of villain run ins that your friends have gone through, but it’s never happened to you. maybe it’s a little naive for you to think that it’s never gonna happen to you, but it never has before. what’s to say it’ll ever happen?
and that’s why you’re out, walking down to your apartment with your shoes in your hands, walking home after a night out with your friends. “it’s just a couple blocks, i’ll be fine!” you assured your friends twenty minutes ago when they’d offered you a ride home in their carpool. but you shook your head, smiling. “wanna get some fresh air anyway.”
the night is cool, a little windy, the breeze settling in your bones like a lullaby. you adore the night life in musutafu, the twinkling lights, the low hum of city life. it’s peaceful, lovely. almost too good to be true, but you sink that nagging feeling in your gut that tells you to walk that bit faster. you ignore the intuition to turn around.
“give me your money.”
you freeze. “i— what?”
a shadow materialises in front of you, and you can barely make out a shape. “i’m not gonna repeat myself. give me your money.” the shadow fades, blue wash illuminating the man in front of you. he looks scruffy, a little rough around the edges with low, sunken in eyes and sullen cheekbones. if you’re being honest, he probably needs your money more than you do, but you hold your ground.
“i d-don’t have any,” you lie through your teeth, gripping your shoes and your purse closer to your body. musutafu has been so good to you, protecting you, keeping you safe all this time that it doesn’t even dawn upon you that you’re in danger until you catch the glint of something metallic in his hand. “fuck, dude, i’m serious. i don’t have anything for you.”
your heart’s in your throat, heels digging into the ground in fear. you should run. you should pick up your feet and run, but you can’t. you’re bolted where you stand, frozen in confusion and shock and fear. “i don’t believe you,” the man tells you, his voice growing frustrated. “empty your purse on the ground.”
do you? do you submit, unzipping your purse and shaking its contents to the ground, potentially losing all your shit? you’d just got those new airpods last week. you shake your head slightly, just that little bit in your paralysed state. “i won’t,” you whisper frantically. “please— just let me go.”
“you’re messing with the wrong bastard, bitch,” you watch his face twist into something sinister, stepping forward into your space. your arms come up in instinct, the heel of your palm meeting skin with a pathetic slap, but he’s stunned enough to reel his head back with a grunt. you take your chance to turn on your heel and run but he’s faster than you, grabbing your hair and twisting his fist into it.
“f-fuck off!” you yell, ducking your elbows into his face. he takes your blows in stride, all your self defence classes failing you as he drags you closer, tugging on your hair painfully and poking the blade into your skin. you start to scream for help, thrashing against your assailant, putting all of your willpower into maiming him. you’re stepping on his feet, elbowing his abdomen, but nothing, nothing—
and you see red before you see him. the hand in your hair loosens, and you stumble forward with the weight you were fighting with. the street still looks desolate so you run, only stopping once you’re a considerable distance away. and that’s when you turn, to watch a flash of yellow and red cornering the man.
“you okay?” he throws over his shoulder at you. hawks. thank god for hero patrols. that’s the musutafu you knew, one that was crawling with heroes. your chest feels tight, hands tingling and your fingertips numb.
the faraway sound of police sirens drowns out your attempt to answer him. the man thrashed against the four feathers that held him captive, maybe a little much for a common mugger but you’re all the more thankful for it. hawks hands over the sullen man to the police, waving you over. “did he try to mug you, darlin’?”
“he had a knife,” you mumble breathlessly. your hand wraps around your side, checking for a wound. he’d just nicked you, a small tear in your dress. “he— i—“
“okay, okay, slow down.” hawks shrugs off his jacket, laying it over your shoulders. “it’s okay now. don’t worry, yeah?” he turns to the police, giving them the rundown before pushing the man into the car, slamming the door shut. “you can deal with him now, i’ll take care of the girl.” you hear him say to the officer, who nods and throws you a customary glance before leaving. the night feels so cold again, and you tighten the jacket around yourself. it’s warm, smells almost familiar; like pine and fabric softener. you wonder if you could run away with it. it’s his hero jacket, he’s bound to have more right?
“are you hurt?” hawks’ voice rouses you out of your reverie, golden eyes soft and concerned. “how’s the scratch?”
“not too bad,” you mumble, suddenly acutely aware you’re gonna get blood on his jacket. you dont really care enough to take it off though. “thanks. for, you know—”
“saving you?” he chuckles, placing a warm hand on the small of your back. “that’s my job, sweetheart. what’s a pretty girl like you walking alone at night, hm?”
“my house isn’t too far, i just— i thought i could make it back without any… incidents.” you flush slightly, turning up the collar of his jacket so he won’t see your cheeks heating up. “your jacket’s nice.”
“isn’t it?” he smiles. “come on. i’m walking you home. you don’t know what else could be out there, waiting for you.”
the light flickers. you can’t help but feel safe next to the number two hero, walking by his side. his wings are stretched just that little bit like a shield behind you, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. “you know, you’re a pretty girl,” he starts. “you shouldn’t be out alone.”
you laugh weakly. “yeah, i get that now.”
“mm,” he hums. “they could do more than mug you, you know. there’s been more and more slasher cases now, haven’t you heard?”
you grace his quips with small nods and hums of acknowledgement. it’s unnerving, and though you know he just means it for your benefit, you kinda wish he’d just stop talking. or change the subject.
“there’s also been quite a lot of assault cases. like, rape cases. you’ve gotta watch out, baby. they prey on pretty little girls like you.”
“can you not talk about that?” you shudder. “i don’t feel—”
“i’m just sayin’,” he shrugs. “they’d just take you, into one of these alleyways,” he jabs a thumb in the direction of one you’d just walked past. “corner you,” he steps just a little closer to you. “just like this.”
he backs you into a wall now, tall and looming over you. you frown, mouth run dry. “what are you—”
“i’m showing you how it’d happen, sweetheart,” he’s dangerously close to you. you can feel his breath on your cheek, on your neck. “and you’re so pretty. so hard to resist.”
“hawks,” your voice wavers. “please let me move.”
“how about,” he smiles gently, hand trailing up your arm. “you give me a little thank you gift? for saving your life back there. hm? what about it?”
you look up at him, paralysed in fear. “what do you want from me?”
“c’mere.” he grabs your wrist, thick fingers tightening around you before pulling you into a small alleyway. pulls you right next to him, chest flushed to chest. yon can feel his broad chest, sinew under his turtleneck, his steady heartbeat. being so close to him makes you weak, just a little at the knees, your thighs clenching together subconsciously. he’s so strong, thick arms wrapping around you to hold you up. “don’t go fallin’ on me, princess.”
there’s a sense of danger that nags at the back of your head, but you can’t seem to hear it as he spins you around, shoving you into the brick wall. your palms come up against the rough surface, helplessly pushing against it, your cheek smushed to the wall. “so easy,” he sneers. “could take you just like this, baby. could kiss you,” you feel his lips ghosting against the shell of your ear, making contact against your neck. “touch you so easy.”
you feel his hand snake to your front, palming against the silk of your dress. one hand gropes your tits, soft and plush and he groans into your ear, grinding his front against your ass. “pull your dress down,” he murmurs, hands gripping the low hem and tugging down. “play with your nipples. i bet you like that, don’t you?”
your throat is raw. your mouth is dry, unspeaking, eyes fluttering closed as he pinches your nipples, cold and pebbled in the chilly air. why is he touching you? why is he— he’s a hero, he wouldn’t do this to you. he’s just showing you, just telling you to be careful, isn’t he? your thighs rub together, a small sound escaping your lips. he pants into your neck, hand rucking up the bottom of your dress.
“and then,” he continues. “i’d touch you here.” his knuckles drag along the crotch of your panties, and he curses. “holy fuck. you’re getting off on this, princess. you’re soaked.” his fingers slide under the hem of your panties, rubbing against your drooling cunt.
“i—” you start, but he cuts you off when his fingers slip into your tight hole, your words twisting into a whine. “what— what are you—”
“shhh,” he hushes you, pressing a kiss to your lips. he tastes like apples and honey, with just a tinge of expensive wine. “let it happen. let me take care of you.” he bunches up your skirt over your hips, slipping your panties down your thighs. “gotta learn how to say thank you, yeah?”
his fingers fuck into you slowly, almost gently, like he’s massaging against your g-spot. you’re crumpling in his hands, shaking your head vehemently. “i don’t want this, please, don’t take my virginity—”
“you’re a virgin,” he gasps mockingly. “and yet you’re fucking soaked for a total stranger. i’m beginning to think you’re lyin’ to me princess. go on, push me away. push me away if you want me to stop.”
but you can’t, not with his fingers crooking right up against your g-spot. you gasp as his other hand finds your clit, rubbing messy circles into the slick nub. “i— i, fuck,” you breathe, your orgasm building in your belly. you can feel it, the familiar sensation that has your toes curling, your head tilting up. he takes advantage of his, planting his lips on your neck and sucking, nibbling just slightly. you mewl.
“hawks,” you stutter. “‘m cummin’, cumming—!”
“gonna let you cum,” he whispers. “i’m nice enough. other fuckers wouldn’t even care. but i’d make you cum, baby,” his fingers fuck into you faster, abusing your poor, gushing pussy. “just like that. let me rape you, hm? so fuckin’ easy for me.”
you can’t help the words that spill out of your mouth as you cum hard around his fingers, that twinge into the air between you. “rape me, rape me,” you murmur, eyes glassy. “need— fuck, need you to—”
he chuckles. “you want me to rape you, baby?” he kisses the nape of your neck. “say it again.”
“hawks,” your voice is hoarse, wavering. “want you to— to rape me. s-steal my virginity.”
he’s on you faster than you can even register it. you feel his stiff cock resting on your back, groaning something in your ears that you can’t quite comprehend, your mind hazy with the need for him to be inside you. whining, you push your hips back against his, silent begging for his touch.
“i got you, i got you. slow down, sweetheart.” his hands fit on your hips, the dips and curves melting under his warm fingers. “i’m being so kind to you, you know? no one else would ever rape you like this.”
“t-thank you,” you mutter, head swarming. his cockhead presses up against your slit, the head catching as he pushes, pushes so hard to fit. you gasp, falling forward into the rough wall again. you try to wiggle out of his grip, running from his cock. “w-wait, wait— you’re huge, it’s not gonna—”
smack. “don’t move.” he commands you, voice silvery and cool. “i’ve been nice enough. don’t make me angry.” he smooths a hand down your back before spreading your legs wider. “you’re gonna take it, okay? i’m gonna make it fit.” he rubs the reddening skin softly, soothing it before he starts pushing into your tight cunt again. you whimper, shoving a hand between your teeth to muffle it as hawks pushes past the tight ring of muscle, bottoming out inside you with one sharp thrust.
“there we go,” he murmurs. “see? you can take it. your little virgin pussy can take it.”
you melt into his arms as he fucks you, somehow both gentle and rough. his thrusts are sharp but slow, calculated to hit against your sweet spot with every thrust. he’s filling the silence with gentle coos, encouraging you as you wither away, gasping and panting and begging. “you like this, baby?” he kisses your temple. “like your big hero taking advantage of your sweet virgin cunt like this? go on. use your big girl words.”
“i-i like it,” you stutter, fucked dumb by the stretch of his cock. “i like it s-so much, hawks…”
he hums. “i can tell. you’re clenching on my dick, princess.” his thrusts grow faster, sharper. “gonna cum in you, yeah? you came once already, now it’s my turn.” your eyes widen at his words, shaking your head violently, soft please, don’t, pull out please’s on the tip of your tongue when his hand comes up to your face, stocky fingers pushing past the seam of your lips. he presses down on your tongue, hooking against the inside of your cheek. “that wasn’t a request, baby. i am going to cum inside you.”
you’re overpowered, overwhelmed. his cock is kissing your cervix with every thrust now, heavy balls slapping against your clit, hips jutting against your ass. it’s all so much, too much that your eyes flutter shut, your body giving up its last thread of resistance. hawks holds you up, fucking into you like a toy. “like my own personal onahole,” he murmurs against your skin. “all mine to fuck and breed.”
his words echo in the empty chamber of your brain. all his to fuck and breed. all his to fuck and breed. you’re lost in it, in the way the tip of his cock catches just slightly on the tiny hole of your cervix, the pain ever so slight. hawks fucks you like he’s just as lost in you, the warmth of your walls, the schlick, shlick or your arousal coating his cock. you’re dripping, and every time he glances down he can see the creamy white ring around the base of his dick. he groans, hips stuttering.
“cumming,” he warns you. “gonna take it like a good little girl? let me fill your virgin pussy with hot rapist cum, hm?” you nod pathetically, begging want it, please, lemme have it. and he does, groaning as he buries himself into you. he grinds in small circles as he fills you, as warmth shoots up into your welcoming womb. you’re crying, mewling, nails scratching the walls as he fills you over and over, stuffing you to the brim.
and then he pulls out, and you can feel his cum dripping out of you. “holy fuck,” you hear keigo whisper. “holy shit. you okay?”
“i can’t believe you sent a mugger after me,” are the first words out of your mouth.
“what the f— you think i—?”
“you’re telling me some rando actually almost mugged me?” you looked at him, delirium painting your face. “holy shit. what are the chances?”
he helps you along, pulling your panties back up and your dress over your hips, doing his best to clean you up before cupping your cheeks. “how was that? was that okay?” his eyes are so soft, filled with mirth and adoration, painted with a sheen of concern. “was it too much? you didn’t use your safeword, so i assumed—”
“it was good, kei,” you assure him, a soft smile on your lips. “except the mugger part. you’re really telling me i almost got mugged?”
“well i didn’t send a fuckin’ mugger just for this! i’m not gonna put your life in danger.” keigo strokes your cheek, pressing a kiss to your hairline. “and i’m sorry i didn’t come save you earlier. i called for back up the moment i saw him, and it all happened so fast—”
you laugh. genuine, hearty giggle, patting his hair soothingly. “not your fault. no wounds, so i’m okay.” you kiss him, softly, sweetly on the lips. “thanks. for that.”
he grins back, golden eyes glimmering. “any other fucked up fantasies you wanna try?”
