I want to start off by saying thank you to each and every person who has read any of my work. Youâve helped me to grow as a writer and I appreciate you so very much!
With that being said, I have made the difficult decision to leave Tumblr as a writer. I am uninspired to write Fanfiction any longer, but will instead be focusing on person projects outside of this platform. My stories will stay on AO3 to be read, but this tumblr page will be deactivated (as soon as Tumblr gets its shit together and actually lets me do it).
At a young age you learned a vital lesson: never hesitate. Whether youâre rejecting a confession or staring down the sight of a gun, split second decisions have been ingrained in your blood, so when your best friend is brutally murdered the choice is simple.
Youâll stop at nothing to exact your revenge on the man who took her from you, even if it means facing the three men youâd spent years running away from.
Can you survive a deal with Embertide Universityâs very own Archdemons, or will your dark history with them bring everything youâre working toward crashing down?
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Step Brother!Suna, Iwaizumi, and Matsukawa
A/N: HELLO FRIENDS! A new chapter (finally lol). And our first taste of smut. Not beta read.
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As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
I can take anger. Hatred. Disgust. Even indifference. But I canât handle the possessive longing and regret that fills Sunaâs eyes as he glares at me. An ache I refuse to put a name to blooms in my chest so I let my hands fall back to my sides. Iâm careful to keep a playful smile on my lips as I turn on my heel to walk away. I need to put distance between us. To escape the pull that still calls me to him. I wonât let old feelings- feelings that should be long forgotten- get in the way of my mission. I just need to focus.
My scalp burns where the strands of my ponytail are pulled tight, my head snapping back as Iâm jerked backwards. Iâm forced to my knees as the hand wrapped in my hair bends me backward at an unnatural angle. Iwaizumiâs face enters my field of vision, a snarl on his reddened face. âYou are going to resign,â he growls. His teeth bared as he tightens his grip. âWhatever silly plan you have concocted in this thick skull of yours- forget it. Walk. Away.â
âYou arenât going to ruin this for us, Y/N.â Mattsun appears beside him, running a finger down my cheek to grip my chin. âYou donât belong here, so give up. Run away like the weak little girl youâve always been.â
His words sting more than the rough grasp with which he forces me to keep his gaze. The truth of what they think rips the shattered pieces of me to the surface. Goosebumps cover my skin, a chill seeping in despite the warmth of the gymnasium. It would be easy to give in to the tears burning at the corners of my eyes. To lay myself bare before them and expose the darkness that they caused all those years ago. But I know them, even now after being away for so long. They wonât believe me. They donât want to believe that me leaving was anything other than my choice to abandon them. So I blink back the tears, reinforcing the walls they batter against.
âHah.â The laugh sounds bitter as I struggle to retain my indifference. âDonât count on it, boys. As much as you may not like it, I'm here to stay.â
Suna joins them, all remnants of his previous emotions buried behind his own mask of indifference. He considers me for a moment before turning to head to where the rest of the team is beginning to warm up. âLeave her be. If our little puppet wants to compete in the trials, that is her decision. She knows we only play to win after all.â
Mattsun released my chin, walking after Suna with a frown. Iwaizumi seemed more reluctant to agree. Or maybe he just wanted to hurt me further. It was difficult to tell the difference between the two. Finally he removed his hand from my hair, shoving me forward in the process. I threw my hands out to catch myself before I collided with the floor. So fucking rude.
Whatever. I already knew the trials wouldnât be an easy feat. I can handle anything they throw at me. They arenât the only ones who play to win.
The contract for the Trials requires me to move into the campus house the volleyball team lives in. According to Tanaka and Noya this is so that none of the other competing teams can get to me when I am on my own. I hate it. All of the boys living here are barely out of their teens. And gross. Iâve already had to side step sweaty gym clothes tossed in a pile by the front door. Their living area is littered with overflowing trash cans. Iâm honestly shocked they even bothered to use the bins at all. Looks like I will be acting as manager and their goddamn mother if I have to live here.
Iâm grateful that I have the apartment Sugawara and the others are occupying to store most of my stuff in. Otherwise moving into the house would have been thoroughly exhausting. It took every ounce of restraint I had to keep myself from slapping the smirk right off of Iwaizumiâs face as he watched me carry all of my things inside and across the house to where my room sits. He could have helped me instead of just standing there, but of course he didnât. He even went as far as to send all of the first years off on silly errands to ensure they couldnât help me either.Â
Jackass.
I only saw Suna and Matsukawa long enough for them to give me their âhouse rulesâ. Itâs amusing they think I will actually be subservient to them outside of the trials. The Embertide Archdemons are about to experience true hell.
I skip down the hallway, searching for a rule to break just to piss them off. Squeaky moans and the arrhythmic slap of skin seeps from beneath the door to the boysâ study. Their sanctuary. It must have pissed them off when they discovered me here before. âUnder absolutely no circumstances are you to enter the study. Donât even look at the door,â Suna had said, his voice stern. What better time to break this silly rule than when one of them is inside getting laid?
I adjust my skirt, pulling it up just far enough to guarantee that whichever of the boys is inside gets a glimpse of the bottom curve of my ass. Then I shift my face to show indifference and push the door open, letting it bang closed behind me.
Suna sits in one of the three plush armchairs that take over the space opposite the bar. The tiny brunette attempting to ride him squawks when I enter. Her already choppy pace stumbling to a halt. She glares at me indignantly. It must be so rude of me to interrupt her mediocre attempt to get my stepbrother off.
 âI donât remember telling you to stop,â Suna tells her, unconcerned by my presence. Almost as if he knew I would break his rules. Irritation ripples across my skin as I approach the bar, jumping to sit on its smooth surface and grabbing an open bottle of whiskey. I donât bother with a glass, instead I just bring the bottle to my lips and sip.
âBut âTarou!â the brunette whines. I bite back a laugh as I watch his jaw clench at the nickname. Heâs never liked them. I was the only one who could ever get away with using them. Yet he doesnât correct her. I snort, earning a glare from the half naked girl.
âMake her go away so that I can make you feel good,â she purrs.
âOh Iâm not leaving.â
âYou chose to be part of the trials, so if he tells you to leave you have to listen.â Her glare is frostier than the milkshakes I dip my fries in. Oh. Everything clicks into place. Her anger isnât over my interruption. She wanted the manager position. A guaranteed spot in Sunaâs bed for the year. How hilarious.
âTell you what,â I pause sipping more of the whiskey as I hold her gaze. âIf you can get him off in the next three minutes, without him moving to help you, I will withdraw from the trials and resign as manager.â Her dark eyes lit up like sunbeams with the challenge. She takes people at their word too easily.
I watch as she focuses back on Suna, her hips grinding against him. Her skirt is bunched around her waist giving me a clear view of where his cock enters her. She isnât even fully seated on him, leaving several inches untouched. The greenest of envy thrums in time with my heartbeat. I turn my gaze out across the room, attempting to push down the wave of possession crawling its way to the surface within me.
That should be me. I should be the one riding him. The queen by his side (not that this whiny bitch is anything more than a temporary plaything). I should be taking his cock, his heart, his cum. It belongs to me. It has always belonged to me. Mine. Suna is mine.
My head falls back, my eyes closed as I let myself fall into the fantasy of what could- should- have been. Of his length, longer than it is girthy but still filling, wrapped in my palm. The way it would twitch in my hand as I laved my tongue across his tip to taste him.
I want him to know. To have a taste of what our future would have been.
My hand drifts down along my neck, over the curve of my breast, still dropping lower over my abdomen. I let my knees fall apart. I feel the moment his eyes find me. The beat of my heart matches the rhythm of a wild stampede. Exhilarating. I have never wanted him to take his eyes off of me.
My fingers rub against my core over my panties. Iâm wet. Always wet. For him. For them. My free hand fists the edge of my skirt, dragging it up. He needs to see what he does to me. How soaked I am from just watching this whore fuck him.
My fingers arenât as rough as I imagine his to be. Not as thick. Pulling my panties to the side I watch his eyelids flutter, a deep groan vibrating from his chest as he watches me.
âOh god, âTarou! You feel so good!â
A snarl forms on my lips, but before I can speak Suna does it for me. âDonât talk, Hana.â His gaze never leaves me.
I drag my fingers between my folds, gathering some of the wetness there. I know he can see the way I listen as I bring them to my mouth. My tongue darts out, licking my own essence from the digits. I use the additional wetness to rub small circles in my clit. Just enough to slowly build up an orgasm.
The room is full of the sounds of her skin slapping his. Their melody masking the lewd noises my body was making. âHarder,â Rin commands, his pale eyes as dark as the night sky. The stormy quality to his voice sends shivers down my spine. Iâm soaking the bar beneath me, but I can't find it in me to be embarrassed.Â
Sinking two fingers into my core I swallow a moan. My teeth sink into the inside of my cheek, biting back the words threatening to spill off my tongue. I need more. I want to rip her off of him and claim what should have been mine. To feel the stretch of his cock filling me. My fingers brush against the most sensitive spot in me, my head falls back. A whimper slips from my now parted lips.
Suna growls, standing abruptly and knocking the brunette to the floor. âGet out.â
A flash of satisfaction replaces her confusion as she watches him stalk toward me, his cock thick and hard beneath the condom that encases it. Her expression falls as he turns to glare at her. âDonât make me repeat myself, Hana.â She jumps to her feet, defeat and furious anger contorting her features as she stomps across the floor. The door to the study rattles in its frame as she slams it behind her, but my attention is already back on the towering frame above me.
I can feel his warmth as it washes over me, even without any physical contact between us. My breaths are ragged, but full of him. Bergamot and sandalwood and something thatâs just pure Rin. Itâs a heady mixture. My head swims as I watch him dispose of the condom, his palms wrapping around himself as he watches me. I canât catch my breath. Canât look away. The fire in me reaches its peak, his movements matching the pace of my own fingers as they pump in and out of my core.
âCome, little puppet, like the attention seeking slut you are.â
The world spins. My vision spotting with white as I fall apart before him. Everything is muted, the only thing I can focus on is the ecstasy rushing through my veins, the groan that emanates from Rinâs chest, and the warmth of his cum as it coats the inside of my thighs. My chest heaves with my release. My eyes closed.
As sounds start to trickle back in, a bone deep coldness settles over me. Bile rises in my throat at the sticky feel coating my skin. Even with the comfort of his scent to stop me from falling back into darkness I feel nothing but regret. I hate him for making me this way. For taking something that should have been so good for us and ruining it.
Sunaâs jaw clenches so tight Iâm surprised I donât hear his teeth break. I donât try to hide the way I feel from him. He deserves to see my misery, to feel his own at my hands.
Before I can push myself from the bar he has tucked himself back into his pants. âClean your mess off of my bar, Y/N.â He walks away, indifference spread across his features once again. My regret burns hotter. I feel like Icarus must have when he got too close to the sun.
This was what I wanted wasnât it? His anger? His indifference? So why does my chest feel more hollow than ever?
Pairing: Guard Captain!Bakugou x Fem!Assassin!Reader
Warnings/Tropes: enemies to lovers, mention of kidnapping, mild sexism, blood (non-sexual), stabbing, poisoning, vomiting (non-sexual), explicit sexual content, bondage, choking, blood kink/play, pain kink, spanking
Word Count: 3.2k
A/N: Hello friends! This is my piece for the Anilysium Serverâs Secret Santa exchange, written for the wonderful @candychronicles! Beta read by my lovely husband
As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Pairing: Guard Captain!Bakugou x Fem!Assassin!Reader
Warnings/Tropes: enemies to lovers, mention of kidnapping, mild sexism, blood (non-sexual), stabbing, poisoning, vomiting (non-sexual), explicit sexual content, bondage, choking, blood kink/play, pain kink, spanking
Word Count: 3.2k
A/N: Hello friends! This is my piece for the Anilysium Serverâs Secret Santa exchange, written for the wonderful @candychronicles! Beta read by my lovely husband
As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
âDonât worry, Iâll forgive this misunderstanding-â
âThere is no misunderstanding, Captain Bakugou. I am aware of exactly who you are. I simply do not care.â The audacity of the blonde musclehead standing in your command tent would have been unbelievable had you not heard tales of his arrogance from the soldiers youâd met in passing. If anyone in this god forsaken place needed knocked down a peg or two, it was him. And you were just the person for the job. âThis operation requires skills you and your men do not possess, therefore I shall be taking charge. Seeing as my team and I do possess those skills.â
âI donât take orders,â Bakugou growled, stepping closer in an attempt to intimidate you, âespecially not from little girls pretending to rival grown men.â
âI donât pretend to be anything other than what I am, Captain. If you have an issue with my leadership status perhaps you should consult with Prince Shouto, seeing as he was the one who hired me into this role.â You kept your tone even, refusing to show any emotional response to his goading. Even if he was grating on your nerves.
âKing Enji trusts me to rescue Queen Rei-â
âOh yes, because you aggressively stomping into an enemy camp and blowing things up would be a rescue mission,â you snapped, tiring of his bullshit. âI think we both know that if you were to take the lead we would be undergoing a recovery and not a rescue.â
Bakugouâs lips curled. The vein in his neck throbbing in time with his hammering pulse. A lesser person would recoil in fear of the furious anger permeating the air around him. Yet a small part of you- one youâd never acknowledge let alone admit to- enjoying seeing him so riled up. Anger suited the beast of a man.
âStay out of my way, Bakugou, and let me do the job that brought me here. Before you do something more reckless that youâll regret.â His bright red eyes flashed with something dark, something you imagined to be guilt. The Captainâs history wasnât a secret. His best friend had followed him into the National Army, the two of them rising through the ranks side-by-side. At least until a less than well thought out plan executed by the fiery blonde had resulted in his companion being slain on the battlefield. You disliked using emotionally manipulative tactics like this, but he was making it impossible for you to force him aside otherwise. You were serious that his involvement would be detrimental to the mission.
âRemember when your plan goes astray that it was your own pride that got in the way of allowing a true leader to succeed,â Bakugou snarled before turning on his heel and stomping out of the tent. This was going to be a long few days.
âWell heâs certainly a character.â The smoky voice of your co-operative from the Guild filtered from the darkness that seemed to permanently cling to the back wall of your tent. The scarred man who stepped into the light was a more visually acknowledged representation of the Assassinâs Guild. The dark flowing cloak hiding the deep burgundy burns that covered the majority of his body.
âCaptain Bakugou, it seems, is going to be a thorn in my side for the entire duration of this job. Heâs annoying, Dabi, very much so.â
âAnnoying and? Iâm sure there is another word you would use to describe him,â Dabi drawled knowingly as he leaned against one of the support pillars. Your nose scrunched in distaste at the man reading you so easily, so you only scowled at him hoping your expression conveyed that he was the current source of annoyance in your life. âDonât give me that look. Weâve worked together often enough for me to know that the blonde hothead is just your type.â
âWhy are we having this conversation again? We both know that you couldnât care less about my love life. So do us both a favor and letâs focus on planning this rescue, yeah?â Dabi only shrugged as he moved to sit in the chair across from you, his figure spread wide as he relaxed. He couldnât be more different than the blonde Captain. With his dark hair and chilly indifference. His presence calmed your racing heart from its encounter with Bakugou. âSo, intel says the Queen is being held hereâŠâ
The deep purples and pinks of dusk were fading behind the distant mountain range as you strapped on your weapons, securing them beneath a cloak as dark as midnight. Youâd left the encampment where you had encountered Bakugou several days ago and had been slowly making your way to the outskirts of the Mundo-Ismur forest where the kidnapped Queen was currently being held.
As part of the Assassinâs Guild you rarely involved yourself in political drama. The disconnect you felt from that world of backstabbing also left you with very few opinions on the change of political leaders. The leader of the encampment you would be sneaking into was different. You had heard many tales about the atrocities the Bandit King Shigaraki had committed along his path of destruction. His rise to power was truly built upon the bones of his enemies and the souls of the innocent. Which was precisely why you had accepted this job. If an opportunity arose to take out the most ruthless man this world has seen, you would gladly take it.
âReady when you are boss.â
âThe day permanently in charge of you lot will be the end of the world as we know it,â you snickered. Your voice was barely a whisper of strength but you knew they would hear you. They wouldnât have made it this far in the Guild if they hadnât.
âThrough shadow, into blood,â Dabi added as we stepped into the shadows.
âTo line our pockets with the riches of the damned.â You finished the phrase soundlessly, taking strength from the Guildâs motto. This was just another job, in another place. You would succeed as you always did.
The shadows had always felt like home. A place of quiet where you could embrace your inner darkness shamelessly. A cloak of solitude. Though part of you longed for the light. Which you often found in the company of someone different than yourself. Whatâs the old saying? Opposites attract. Your calm and quiet needed balance from someone hotheaded and loud.
Someone like Captain Bakugou. Dabi was right- heâs just your type. With that blonde hair you just wanted to dig your hands into. Those rippling muscles you can already imagine moving above you- wait this wasnât the time to be thinking about him. This was exactly why you couldnât pursue even a simple hook up. You had minimal interaction with the Captain and he was proving to be enough of a distraction to pull your thoughts away from the job. A job that could easily result in your death if not done correctly. You needed to focus.
The sound of voices exiting the tent before you helped to pull your attention back to the here and now. All of the intel Dabi had gathered showed that this was where Queen Rei was being held captive. The sizable canvas seemed odd for a jail cell. As did the two guards posted only at the front. Either the Bandit King had let his successes go to his head, or there was more going on here than you had anticipated. Regardless, your team would be ready and waiting in the shadows to stop anyone else trying to enter after you.
Your footsteps were light as you crept toward the standing guard, knowing that his elevated position would block your advance from the sight of the second guard, who was seated on a small stool. It was almost too easy to pierce the first guard windpipe, cutting off any chance he had to raise an alarm. Before the second guard could react another knife was leaving your hand and embedding itself between his eyes. Pulling your fingers to your lips you let out a well-practiced bird call to alert your team of your advance.
Ducking beneath the tent flap you were shocked by the well kept quarters where the Queen was being held. It seemed a bit too out of character for the ruthless Shigaraki. As you stepped from the shadows Rei squealed, her eyes wide. âYour highness, with me if you would,â you muttered as you stepped to where she sat on the edge of a sleeping cot. Her mouth moved, but no words came out. Tears sprung from her eyes, her face fallen. It took you a moment to figure out what she was trying to say in her hysteria.
Iâm so sorry.
Your brows furrowed in confusion as to why the Queen, someone trained from a young age in nobility and the art of emotional bottling, would be so wrecked by being kidnapped by the enemy. It was an action unbecoming of her stature. Composure in times of high stress was a pivotal requirement for-
A trap. The entire operation was a set up, and you were caught in the center of the spiderâs web. Movement behind you had you spinning on your heel, weapons drawn and ready to find a new home in whoever was entering the tent. You relaxed as only Dabi stepped from the shadows. Mouth open to warn him of the disadvantage scenario you were in. Only a sharp breath escaped as a blade pierced your abdomen just below the right side of your ribs.
âI would apologize, Y/N, but we both know I would be lying.â Dabi pulled the knife out, his gaze darkening at the sight of the blood coating the blade. âYou really shouldnât have taken this job. I did try to warn you. A problem of the past now though.â He must have read the betrayal and hurt in your eyes. His laughter echoed through the small tent. âCome now, this is part of the world we live in. Assassins only truly watch out for themselves. You should know that better than anyone.â
âWhyâ you rasped, struggling for breath. He must have angled the blade just upward enough to pierce your lung.
âOh, now thatâs the truly exciting part isnât it? You never questioned me about my life before joining the Guild.â He was calmly walking around the space as you heaved, swaying on your feet. He must have coated his blade with poison. A common tactic used in your line of work. He paused picking up the small royal symbol that would have adorned the Queenâs cloak during her stroll through the capital. âYou followed the age-old tradition of putting the past to rest and assumed everyone around you would do the same.â
Dabi turned toward you once again, his eyes swimming with something you couldnât recognize. Something that made the Queenâs silent tears pour quicker. âBut I didnât. I couldnât. Not after what they did to me. What she let my father do.â He crossed the space to where Rei was seated, gripping her by the hair and forcing her to turn fully to face you. âCan you see the resemblance? Itâs all in the eyes. Of course the scars donât help.â
Realization dawned on you much quicker this time. Dabi was the lost prince. Touya Todoroki. The forgotten heir.
âAh, there it is. Now you recognize me donât you? Too bad you wonât survive to meet my real family- the ones I chose. Iâm sure Shigaraki would have loved a chance to play with you.â His words were thick with implications you didnât dare to consider. The thought quickly crossed your mind that you had also led Bakugou and his team to their deaths. A pang of guilt swept through you as the Captainâs words rang in your mind. No. You needed to focus, to find a way out of this situation. Regrets could be compiled later.
Bile rose from your stomach, the force of it dropping you to your knees. The sound of your retching nearly drowned out the sudden commotion in the camp outside. Before you could find a way to take advantage of the distraction, an explosion rocked the ground beneath you. Bakugou. You knew it was him before the tent had even opened. Dabi swore, ducking back into the shadows and dragging the Queen with him. You met the bright rubies that were Bakugouâs eyes as he scowled at you. Your eyes heavy as your consciousness drained.
The last thing you registered was the burning heat of something hard pressed against you and a gruff âDonât die on me, I still need to gloat.â
Stale air filled your lungs. Your chest ached with each breath. Memories flashed through your mind in broken chunks. The job. The betrayal. Bakugou.
Dabi- Toyuya, whoever he chose to be, was right. You shouldnât have been so shocked by his deception. Treachery was a common part of a Guild member's life. Perhaps youâd let the dark haired assassin get too close. Grew to trust him too easily. A dangerous mistake. A rookie mistake. And one you vowed to never make again. The only person in this world you could rely on was yourself.
âIs as soon as you wake from the brink of death too soon to say I told you so?â
You blinked. Your eyes slowly opened to reveal a dusty room. It was sparsely decorated. The most notable thing in the space was the disheveled blonde sprawled in a chair by the door. Bakugou looked exhausted. With dark circles beneath his eyes and messy hair. He had lost his usual Royal armor in exchange for trousers and a shirt. A shirt that was hanging open revealing his very solid chest and the spattering of blonde hair across it. You even peeked some blonde tufts leading down below his waistband.
âOi, my eyes are up here.â
âI donât believe an unexpected betrayal counts as a failure of my plan,â you blurted quickly, ignoring the heat that rose to your cheeks and forcing yourself to meet his gaze. âEspecially not one at the hands of the lost prince himself.â
Bakugouâs surprise was apparent. His narrowed eyes and crinkled brow gave away his disbelief. âNo. No way. Thatâs just some bullshit Shigaraki and your pal Dabi concocted.â
âThey have the same eyes, Bakugou. I saw the similarities myself. And even if I hadnât when Dabi confessed to actually being Touya, Queen Reiâs reaction confirmed it. He was telling the truth and she knew exactly who he was.â
âYou, of all people, wouldnât know the Queen well enough to know what her nonverbal reactions were relaying,â Bakugou growled. He pushed up from the chair, the wood scratching against the floor as it knocked into the wall behind it. He began pacing the floor, running a hand through his hair frustratedly.
You sat up, ignoring the swimming of the room. âReading people is quite literally one of the most important aspects of my job, asshole. I know what I saw. I donât care if you choose to believe me.â He was so frustrating. It would be so much simpler if he just trusted you, something he has adamantly chosen not to do from the day you met.
Bakugou stopped, glaring down at you. âIf- and I say this with the highest skepticism- if you are correct and Dabi is actually Prince Touya then your team botching this rescue mission puts you at a double failure. Just admit it,â one of his thick, calloused fingers tilted your head up further, straining the muscles in your neck, âI was right all along.â
âIf you really think-â you spat the words through gritted teeth, but before you could blink Bakugouâs palm was wrapped around your throat squeezing hard enough to cut off your oxygen supply.
âYouâve lost the right to speak , little assassin.â His breath was warm against your cheek as he growled the words in your ear. You were breathless. Both from the pressure on your windpipe and the rush of arousal coursing straight to your core. âMmm, just as I thought. The big, bad assassin is already weak in the knees and Iâve barely even touched you. Already soaking the bed with your desire like the disobedient little girl you are, arenât you?â
Your lust-addled brain refused to react as he spun you around, a tick hand of rope securing your wrists to your ankles as he forced you to arch backward uncomfortably.
Searing pain spread across your side just as you felt a different type of wetness soak through your shirt. âTsk, look at what youâve done. Ruined the stitches I spent so much time on,â Bakugou chastised. His voice was thick with attraction as he pulled your shirt apart at the seams, tossing the blood soaked fabric aside. âI guess I can forgive you, but only because of how much this suits you. All tied up and at my mercy with blood running down your thighs.â Three of his fingers ran through the small trails of red leaking from your wound before dipping below the waistband of your pants and pushing deep into your core. The stretch was the perfect blur of pleasure and pain. Your moan echoed loudly in the small space you shared as you shamelessly attempted to ride his fingers.
His hand was ripped away from you only to come cracking down along your backside. âIâm in charge now, little assassin. Your pleasure is in my hands, quite literally. So be a good girl and maybe Iâll let you get away with only coming on my cock a handful of times.â
You felt yourself nod, slowly relinquishing your control of the situation. It was oddly comforting to let go and allow Bakugou to lead. You trusted him to not push you past your limits. That moment of panic came crashing in as you found yourself unwilling to give in to the ease you felt around the Captain. He would end up stabbing you in the back just as Dabi and so many others had before.
As if he could sense your inner turmoil Bakugou tilted your head back, forcing you to look up at him at an awkward angle. âFocus.â His one word command had your mind slowly emptying. Leaving only the rough feel of the rope around your limbs, the pulsing pain of your ripped stitches, and the throbbing need between your thighs.
âGood girl.â
He rewarded your obedience by shimmying your pants down to your knees and plunging his blood covered fingers back into your empty core. A sigh of relief escaped your lips before you could suppress it. Everything ached from your earlier encounter and yet it blended so well with the pleasure each thrust of his digits brought you that you were being pushed over the brink of euphoria much quicker than ever before.
Bakugouâs free hand left your throat, instead striking down sharply against your pussy. The sting of pain jolting through your neglected clit was the catalyst to your complete undoing. Black dotted your vision as you were pushed into a second orgasm on the tail end of the first. The scream that tore from your parted lips rattled the walls of the cabin.
Your body collapsed as much as it could within the binding that held you. The heat of Bakugouâs body firmly pressed against your back temporarily relieving the strain in your muscles.
âDonât relax now, little assassin, you havenât even come on my cock yet.â
 Welcome to your Winter themed Anilysium NSFW Server Collab! I didnât want to limit anything to just Christmas or anything this time of year, so I simply let our creators run amok with a general Holiday theme! Theyâve all worked hard, and I hope you enjoy the fruits of their labour! Itâs time for some Holiday Smut!!
I also want to wish you all a Happy Holidays, and hope youâre all staying safe during these wild times my loves!
If you want to check out our previous collabs, please check the masterpost here!
When does this list go live? December 20th at Midnight GMT!
Warnings: public sex, size kink, mild temperature play, oral (m!rec), mild dacryphilia, cum eating
Word Count: ~1k
A/N: Hello friends! Here is my collab piece for the Anilysium NSFW collab!
Find the other collab works here!
As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
âI donât think I would be able to stop if a villain showed up right now.â
Kirishimaâs large palms gripped your thighs, pushing them further apart as his cock pressed inside of you. The stretch was almost too much. That perfect blend of pleasure and pain you had always been searching for.
Everything about this moment was contradicting forces blurring to euphoria. The pain of the stretch mixed with the pleasure of the fullness. The heat of his body mixed with the cold snowflakes slowly falling to land on your exposed skin. The bright light that seemed to surround you both despite the darkened skies beyond.
Kirishimaâs forehead pressed against yours as he bottomed out, his breathing ragged as he struggled to regain his self control. âBut donât worry, if a villain does come Iâll protect you.â
You couldnât help but snort. The comment was just so him. The fierce protector, man of the house. Even knowing fully well that if you were attacked you could easily handle yourself in a fight against almost anyone- villain or hero alike.Â
Instead of unleashing the scathing feminist remark at the tip of your tongue, you swiveled your hips as much as the room between you would allow. The movement earned a bruising adjustment of his grip on your thighs and the sweetest, most panty-ruining groan youâd ever heard. You wanted more of those delicious sounds, so you did it again.
âShit, beautiful. Just wait a minute. I need-â An earth quaking wail split the air, pulling you both out of the moment as you fell into hero mode. You finally got to go on a date with the man of your dreams, got to taste him in the most intimate way, and some jackass villain had the audacity to cockblock you.
Kirishima pulled out, hissing out a whimper when his gaze involuntarily landed on your soaked core as it clenched hungrily around nothing. Stifling your own noises of disappointment you fixed your clothes and stepped away from the wall. âIf we can subdue this asshole in less than thirty minutes Iâll blow you in the elevator when we get back to my place,â you whispered back to him, adding in a wink to rile him up further.
The effect was immediate. His eyes darkened with unbridled lust as his hand roughly gripped your jaw. The kiss was brief and messy, a clash of teeth and tongue that left you craving every desire hidden behind it. âDeal,â he replied. The grin that spread across his cheeks was worth whatever was to come next.
âOn your knees, beautiful. And open that pretty mouth of yours.â The words were out of Kirishimaâs mouth before the elevator doors had even closed. His carmine eyes watched you expectantly, the barely contained lust leaving only a hint of their usual brightness.
Your body thrummed with excitement as you sank to the ground. He had earned his reward after all. Capturing the villain who had interrupted your earlier endeavors just beneath your set time limit. If you were being honest with yourself, you knew you would have ended up here regardless of how long it took to apprehend the criminal. The desire to taste your long time crush was too overwhelming.
You made quick work of the zipper on his slacks, ignoring the dust and tears from the fight you had recently escaped. He was as hard as stone and as hot as pavement on a warm summer day. The thick veins pulsed beneath your touch as you pushed his pants and briefs down to free him. Your mouth watered at the sight of him. Red and flushed to perfection. Girthy and long with a slight curve at just the right angle. It was a wonder he had even managed to fit the entire length inside of you.
âAs wonderful as it feels to know you are this enamored with my cock, we donât have that many floors left to go.â One of his large palms gripped his base while the other landed on the back of your head, pulling you forwards and pushing past your parted lips. Curses fell from his mouth as you gagged around him, drool leaking down your chin around him.
You looked up through teary eyes, watching his face contort with the pleasure you were giving him, then swallowed, taking him into your throat. The prettiest, most sinful mewl escaped his parted lips. His head fell backward, eyes closed as he began to lose himself.
You could tell he was close by the steady pulse of his length. As he started to come, he yanked you backward, leaving a trail of his release along your tongue, across your lips, and down your chin. The look on his face as he stared down at you was almost enough to have you orgasm untouched. Raw, unadulterated desire. That need to own your very soul. That was what you saw in his darkened eyes.
A shiver ran down your spine as he pulled you to your feet, his lips crashing against yours with a ferocity that called to your most primal self. The elevator dinged signaling the arrival to your floor as he pushed the cum covering your face past your lips.
Stepping out into the hallway you took a steadying breath. It did little to help the need pulsing between your thighs. Especially with the towering presence of the man at your back. Each foot between you and the entrance to your apartment felt like a mile as you remembered the way he felt pressed against you. The hard plains of his abs. The swell of his biceps. The rigid power in his thick thighs.
Kirishimaâs breath was hot against your neck as he pressed his lips to your skin gently before biting down hard enough to have you squirming against him. You could feel him already hardening against your backside. His lips pressed against your ear as he spoke, his arms wrapped around your waist and one large palm cupped your core.
âGet a move on, beautiful. Iâm going to spend the rest of the holiday buried in this sweet pussy.â
Warnings: use of the pet name sweetheart; slightly suggestive; reader is called a bitch.
Word Count: <1k
A/N: Hello friends! Here is my collab piece for the Anilysium SFW collab.
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âI think itâs this way!â
The same words, repeated in a different voice for what felt like the thousandth time in the past hour. You were quickly regretting the decision to attend the joint class 1 a and b winter get together. Usually the weekend was spent relaxing and hoping that no major villain attacks pulled your group apart, but this weekend was different. This weekend had somehow turned into a competitive game show rerun. And it wasnât nearly as fun as you had planned the snowy getaway to be.
âWho decided that a treasure hunt in the woods in the middle of the snowiest week of the year was a good idea?â A glance to your left had the already frozen breath in your lungs solidifying. Was it the sinking sun making that golden glow appear around Kaminariâs head? Or was that an effect of his quirk? Or your imagination hard at work painting the slightly ditzy pro-hero in a romantic light?
The sudden warmth and weight of an arm slung across your shoulders had heat flooding your wind chilled face until you realized that the limb was not in fact connected to the object of your affection but instead to Monoma.
âY/N, does your boyfriend always complain this much? Or is the cold weather making him that much more inferior?â
Brushing off his arm, you turned on your heel, snow crunching beneath your feet. Kaminariâs presence was a welcome warmth at your back as he prepared to defend himself.
âFunny, Monoma, as I canât recall you doing anything aside from complaining since we left,â Mina chimed as she skirted around us. Her eyes rolled dramatically as she met my gaze.
âIt's okay if you didnât bring the right quirk copies for our outing today, you donât have to be a jerk about it,â Tetsutetsu added as he followed Mina. Sato, our final group member, only frowned at the blonde Class B hero.
âExactly,â you placed your hands on your hips, widening your stance slightly as you spoke, âthere is no reason for you to berate any of us just because you couldnât come prepared.â
âYouâre a real bitch sometimes Y/N.â
Kaminari tensed behind you, the air brightening as electricity crackled along his hands and forearms. Glancing back your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. He was always so adorable when he got defensive over you.
âHeâs right.â You spoke to your boyfriend now, drawing his attention to de-escalate the rising tension. âBut being a bitch is one of my best personality traits. Isnât it babe?â
The electric current charged in the air began to fizzle out as his hazel eyes fell on you. his cheeks flushed an even richer shade of red from your comment. He was such a sucker for your pet names. Regardless of how cheesy and gross they could be.
âThe bitchiest, most badass hero this world has ever seen.â
Now it was your turn to have warmth flooding your face. Compliments came in plenty when you were constantly in the public eye as a hero, but the genuine truth and conviction in his words had you melting into the snowy forest floor. His faith in you was astounding. And probably one of the reasons you were so madly in love with him.
âIf you two love birds are done staring lovingly into each otherâs eyes while Monoma watches creepily, I think weâve found the trail back to the lodge!â
Laughter bubbled from your throat at Minaâs shout. Kaminariâs own laughter filled the space around you as he pulled you into his side. âCâmon sweetheart, letâs go find us some warmth!â
Kaminariâs groan was muffled as he collapsed face first onto the bed. You pressed a hand to your mouth to stifle your laughter as you settled in beside him, listening to the jumbled rant he was unleashing. His head popped up beside you, eyes narrowed. âNext year if anyone suggests anything even remotely physical during our get together Iâm going to light them up like a Christmas tree.â
âReally?â You bit your bottom lip as you leaned in closer to your boyfriend, running your nose along the crook of his neck. He smelled so familiar, his scent alone put your entire being at ease. He shivered when your lips brushed against the sensitive skin below his ear, his breath caught with anticipation.
âYouâre always the exception, sweetheart.â Kaminariâs lips brushed against your own as he turned to face you. Hazel eyes bright in the dim light of the room you shared. âI could never say no to you. Not when you own me so completely.â His kiss was possessive yet sweet. A reminder that you would always be his.
âMine,â you mumbled into the kiss, enjoying the sparks that flit across his eyes. âAnd Iâm yours.â
ïżŒA tale as old as time; retold from passing mouths and written into our lives â now itâs your turn to spin the cornerstone tales weâve come to know.
Synopsis; an open collab where the topic is fairy tales! from princesses and princess, dragons and knights â pick your poison and chose what story and cliches from the times of old youâll rewrite our favorites in!
At a young age you learned a vital lesson: never hesitate. Whether youâre rejecting a confession or staring down the sight of a gun, split second decisions have been ingrained in your blood, so when your best friend is brutally murdered the choice is simple.
Youâll stop at nothing to exact your revenge on the man who took her from you, even if it means facing the three men youâd spent years running away from.
Can you survive a deal with Embertide Universityâs very own Archdemons, or will your dark history with them bring everything youâre working toward crashing down?
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Step Brother!Suna, Iwaizumi, and Matsukawa
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: pseudocest, hint of blackmail, mentions of criminal organization activities
A/N: HELLO FRIENDS! Welcome to the fourth chapter of my newest series! This is our second chapter from a characterâs pov! We see a little history between Suna and reader. Not beta read.
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âSuna!â A heavy sigh escapes me as I stop swinging, searching for a quick escape. The dark haired annoyance that calls my name is perched atop the main piece of the wooden playground, peering down at me through the slats. Her hands are on her hips, her eyes wide.
âWhat do you want Mai?â
âYou should be nicer to me,â she replies with a pout. It annoys me how she always tries so hard to get my attention. As if Iâd want to hang out and be stuck playing house and having tea parties. Iâd rather be at home playing video games. âYouâre going to marry me one day after all.â
âNope.â
âSuna!â Mai cried, stomping her foot. âYou canât just say no without considering my feelings or explaining why!â
âIâm pretty sure that you are supposed to marry someone you love, Mai, and Suna doesnât love you.â My best friend Iwaizumi chimed from where he dangled from the monkey bars. He never could stand Maiâs constant whining.
âOf course he loves me!â Maiâs arms crossed over her body as she glared at my friend. She wasnât going to give up on this nonsense anytime soon. She could be so exhausting when she wasnât getting her way. Spoiled baby. I knew the only way I could get out of this endless tirade.
âY/N.â
From the little wooden pirate ship across from the swings popped a familiar head of (Y/H/C). Y/N draped the chapter book she was reading over the edge of the wood, propping a hand beneath her cheek as she met my eyes. âWhat is it, Rin?â
âWant to get married when weâre older?â
Ignoring the irritated scoff from above me, I watched Y/Nâs little lips purse in thought as she contemplated my offer. I liked Y/N, more than any other girl anyway. She never demanded things from me, or whined whenever we didnât want to play the same games. If I had to marry anyone, it would have to be her.
âDepends,â she finally answered, narrowing her eyes and raising her chin, âwill you buy me books and take me to eat yummy foods?â
I snorted, I couldnât help it. Of course she would negotiate with me instead of helping me out by just agreeing. âOnly if you buy me video games and come to all my volleyball matches.â
âDeal,â Y/N beamed before disappearing back into her hideaway.
âRin!â Mai aggressively pouted the nickname, drawing out the end in a high pitched whine. I pushed to my feet, letting the swing clatter against my legs as I turned to face her.
âYou donât get to call me that, Mai. Go find someone else to coerce into marrying you. I donât want to play with you.â Spinning on my heel, I strode across the small playground and climbed over the side of the wooden ship, collapsing onto the bottom beside Y/N. She didnât even glance in my direction, but reached out to offer me my choice of the snacks she usually smuggled in her backpack. Yeah, I was definitely going to marry her one day.
Waking up from dreams of a past I try so hard to forget and feeling as if all of my energy has been drained puts me in a sour mood. Luckily the familiar scent of the gym pulls a little of the tension from my body as I make my way to the teamâs locker room with Iwaizumi and Matsukawa at my side. We are a force to be reckoned with when we band together, both on the court and off of it. No one will get in our way, especially not some ghost from our past.
As I pull my practice shirt down over my head, the locker room door swings open. Coach Anabara walks in. His face is drawn in exasperation, his forehead creased and a frown stretched across his lips. A sinking filling edges into my stomach. âEverybody out on the court.â He meets my eyes, non verbally communicating that he doesnât mean the three of us. As the rest of the team trickles out, he lets out a heavy sigh. âIâve got bad news, and worse news.â
âJust tell us, old man,â Iwaizumi grunts, his arms crossed as he leans against the lockers. He hates when his time on the court is cut short and he has to resort to finding other means to release his pent up aggression.
âOkay, a couple of the street runners have heard rumors that Yoshida is planning to make a trade with the Fallen Angels. We donât have anything solid to put truth behind the rumor yet, but given his sudden change in attitude it wouldnât be surprising.â Heâs right. It makes sense that the idiotâs newfound confidence is coming from an alliance with our rivals. A mistake on his part, since weâll never let him get away with double dipping in our city.
âAnd whatâs the bad news?â Matsukawa asks, brushing off the news about Yoshida. None of us are very surprised. We will deal with our little rat problem later.
âThat was the bad news.â My jaw clenches tight, that gut feeling worsening and my brain going alert as I realize I definitely wonât like what he is about to tell us. âDean Ikeda is assigning us a new manager.â
âLike hell he is!â Iwaizumi shouts, jumping away from the lockers with his fists clenched at his sides. âDid you remind him that we own this town, and this university?â
âHe wonât budge. Whoever this manager is, they must have something real heavy to hold over his head.â
âAnd that makes them a threat.â I didnât like the sense of dread pooling in my stomach. Instinct tells me that I know exactly who is behind this. âWho is it?â
âI havenât met her yet-â Her. Of course itâs Y/N. I donât even need her presence to know sheâs behind this. That stupid girl. At least it should be easy to convince her to back down after she learns about the trials. âBut sheâs supposed to be at practice today.â
âWeâll take care of her.â I promise, stepping past him and heading the main gym. I tell myself that Iâm hurrying forward with the intent to regain control of my team and not to see Y/N. Itâs a lie. Sheâs always pulled me into her orbit. The ragged, broken pieces of my now darkened heart are as twisted as they are because of her. I wonât let her close enough to ruin me. Not again.
Laughter echoes in the open gym as I step inside. The sound has my heart fumbling over itself, which only infuriates me further. Stupid, useless organ doesnât seem to care that the she-witch pushing herself into my life is the reason why no one can ever get close enough to matter to me.
Watching her bouncing on her heels in those ridiculous shorts and knee high gym socks, her ass jiggling with the movement, has another organ betraying my anti-Y/N agenda. My teeth grind with the effort to restrain myself from closing the distance and forcing her to her knees to show every single motherfucker in this room who owns her. That smart ass mouth would feel so good wrapped around my cock, but humiliating her in front of the entire team on her first day would really be the highlight of the evening.
Unfortunately Dean Ikeda has decided to make the introduction of our new manager a personal affair. He looks almost as annoyed as I feel as he tries to hide his glares at Y/N. I wonder just what my girl managed to dig up on the Embertide elitist. Iâll be making sure that whatever it is we end up with the same knowledge by the end of the week.
âAh, perfect timing! Miss L/N, this is the teamâs captain Suna Rintarou and his vice captain Iwaizumi Hajime. Boys, meet Miss L/N Y/N. Your new team manager.â
Y/N beams at the three of us, ignoring the obvious anger rolling off of Iwaizumi. Maybe I should let him terrorize her a bit. She deserves whatever he throws at her.
âAnd why exactly is the university assigning us a manager this year?â Iwaizumi growls from beside me.
I donât wait for the Deanâs response, interjecting with my own thoughts on the issue. âIt doesnât matter why. She canât fill the role. Y/N is my stepsister, Dean Ikeda, and as you are personally aware of the requirements for a manager to this team she will have to find a role to fill elsewhere.â
Ikedaâs head snaps to Y/N, his eyes wide as he sputters. Heâs obviously looking for an answer from her, but she only laughs before stepping closer. âOh, donât worry Rinny. Iâm fully aware of the requirements for a manager. Iâve already signed the paperwork consenting to anything you have to throw at me, so you canât get rid of me that easily.âÂ
Her y/e/c eyes glimmer with mischief and malice as she wraps one palm around my forearm, the other pressing to my chest. My lips tug into a scowl as she glances back to the Dean, asking him to agree with her. His response is drowned out as I am swallowed by her scent, that familiar warmth of magnolia and black tea narrowing my focus to the contact of her skin with mine. Every atom of my being hums with an unwanted calm, the feeling almost like Iâm taking a breath of fresh air after spending years trapped beneath the earth.
Y/Nâs eyes meet mine and the ground trembles, every heartbeat spent without her at my side finding its way to her and fracturing the world around us. Or at least thatâs what it feels like. Whatever intensity she finds in my eyes is enough to have her dropping the contact between us.
Shaking myself of the craving she has awakened in me, I notice that the Dean finally left. Time to let my best friend do some damage. Y/N is underestimating us. Something she is about to learn the hard way.
Mini update: hopefully I will be back to posting next week! We just bought a house and moved so I am trying to unpack/settle while also dealing with both girls and school stuff so life is a wreck right now!
But I have big writing plans for as soon as I am able!
Mini update: hopefully I will be back to posting next week! We just bought a house and moved so I am trying to unpack/settle while also dealing with both girls and school stuff so life is a wreck right now!
But I have big writing plans for as soon as I am able!
Warnings: highly suggestive in parts, but overall sfw
Word Count: 3k
A/N: Hello friends! Here is my collab piece for the @celestialarchiveshqâ fall collab. Special thanks to @kaitycoleâ and @lettrespromises for beta reading the piece for me!
Find the other collab works here!
As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
A soft rap of knuckles sounded from the other side of the door to your bedroom. It wasnât unusual to have one of the brothers visit you, in fact it was surprising that you had managed to spend the past two hours alone. You called out and waited several moments for the door to open, but no one answered. Your brows furrowed as you left the book you had been reading on the bed and checked the hallway to see who was visiting.
No one stood on the other side of the door, nor was there anyone in the hallway or kitchen next door. Frowning, you turned to return to your schoolwork. As you went to close the door your attention caught on a deep red envelope tucked against the bottom of the door frame just outside. It was light in weight and had your name written across the front in a beautiful, scrolling print you immediately recognized as belonging to Lucifer.
How curious.
Settling on the edge of your bed you carefully peel back the wax stamped to keep the envelope closed and pull the parchment from within. The room fills with the scent of vetiver and dark rum, prompting you to push the letter to your nose to get more of the alluring fragrance. The dark strength. The power and control. The intrigue. It smells just like Lucifer.
MC,
I am not quite sure why I am taking the time to write to you today. I simply could not pull my thoughts away from you. Perhaps this letter will help me to regain my focus. You are very distracting, you know. The sound of your laughter carries through the house, calling to me. It is nice to live in a home so filled with your joy. Especially with how easily that happiness extends to my brothers as well.
It is almost autumn in the human world. I always enjoyed the way their world looked during those chilly months. Did you enjoy the fall season when you still lived in the mortal realm? I cannot help but wonder if you miss being there. I hope not. My brothers like having you here with us.
Perhaps we should visit, enjoy all that the season has to offer. You would drag me to do the most ridiculous things, I can imagine. It would be worth it to see you smile at me the way you do my brothers.
Would you like that? To take a weekend and steal away to the mortal realm with me?
Itâs decided then, I will plan everything. Just be ready to leave next Saturday morning. Early, MC. I want to make the most of every moment I can spend with you.
Until then,
Lucifer
Well that was.. Chaotic and unexpected. Lucifer was making time to take you home for a weekend. Lucifer- the demon who can barely make time to take care of himself outside of his duties as Diavoloâs second. Your heart beats a little harder against your chest as a soft smile graces your lips. âAlmost seems like you actually like meâ, you muse as you refold the letter and return it to the envelope.
Tucking the letter into your desk drawer you grabbed your phone from your hoodie pocket. A trip to the surface with the avatar of Pride would require a few additions to your wardrobe, and shopping alone was never any fun.
âWell hello darling, miss me already?â Asmo purred, picking up after the first ring when you called him. His flirting was shameless and confident, and it never failed to bring heat to your cheeks. Just being around him boosts your own confidence. It was difficult to doubt yourself with the avatar of Lust himself constantly reminding you just how enchanting he finds you to be.
âI always miss you, Asmo. Care to rectify my longing with a little shopping?â
âIâm always available to go shopping with you. Meet me in the foyer in half an hour?â
âSounds perfect, handsome! See you then!â Hanging up the phone, you quickly changed into clothes more suited to a day at the shops with Asmo.
Thirty minutes later you were headed out of the House of Lamentation and into town with your arm intertwined with a flirty, champagne haired demon.
âSo are we looking for anything specific or was this just an excuse to get me alone?â Asmo wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, bringing laughter spilling from your lips.
âCan I say both? I need something nice to wear forâŠâ You paused, contemplating whether Lucifer would want you to reveal his plans to his brothers. That always ran the risk of them either conning their way into joining or just crashing the getaway.
âFor your trip to the human realm with Lucifer?â Asmo supplied.
âExactly! Sorry I wasnât sure if I could share our plans.â
âNo worries darling. Though I may be jealous my brother gets to steal you away for a weekend we all know he needs this more than anyone. I canât remember the last time he took a vacation that wasnât somehow work related.â Asmoâs amber eyes flashed with sadness before returning to their usual mischievous brightness. âSo make sure you help him de-stress. A couple hundred orgasms for you both should-â
âOh my word, Asmo!â You shouted, playfully batting at his arm as he laughed at you. Your face was hotter than the Sahara at the suggestion in his words. As if Lucifer, the avatar of freaking Pride, would really want to do those things with you. He probably found the thought of kissing you repulsive. Actually he probably has never even thought of kissing you! âYouâre going to be the death of me,â you muttered as you pulled him into one of the many clothing shops within the Devildom.
âMC, you know I can always tell when you're doubting your worth. Lucifer wants you just as much as the rest of us. He just wonât ever admit it.â
You hummed noncommittally before focusing on the task you had set out to do. Fall on the surface would be colder than it is down here in the main part of the Devildom, so youâd need warmer clothes. Not just your usual hoodies and leggings either. If, as Asmo was suggesting, you would be spending the weekend playing pretend with Lucifer you were going all out. That meant dressing the part.
By midday you had everything you could possibly need and maybe a bit more. It was hard not to walk away with an abundance of new clothes when Asmo was constantly pointing out how ravishing you would look in them. âLunch?â You ask as you step out of the latest shop, arms burdened with bags. You could ask one of the Little Dâs to return them to the house for you, but it felt right to carry them yourself. Let the little creatures have a break for once.
âIf youâre on the menu Iâm always ready to eat.â Before you could slug him for the embarrassing commentary Asmo caught your wrist, dragging you further down the street. âDonât worry, darling, Iâll feed you but first we have one more stop to make.â
All of the blood coursing through your body turned to magma, bringing enough heat to your face and neck to make you tug at your collar uncomfortably. âAsmo why exactly are you pulling me into a sex shop?â You whisper the last words, eyes darting around wildly. While you may not be a virgin, the topic of sex and acts of a similar nature made you squirm. You just werenât confident enough in yourself to chat idly about something so private.
âWeâre buying you something nice to wear on your trip. Obviously.â His grip on your wrist tightened slightly as you struggled to escape. He pulled you through the front of the store, dragging you to the back where there were racks brimming with every color and style of lingerie you could imagine. Within minutes your arms were overflowing with the various options Asmo was suggesting.
It was honestly overwhelming. Luckily your best friend noticed and tossed them all back in the racks. âListen MC. I don't think Lucifer planned this trip with the intention of seducing you, thatâs not really his style. But if something were to happen during this romantic getaway wouldnât you rather be prepared?â He asked as he gently cupped your cheeks, angling your head to meet his eyes. You nodded, shoulders relaxing.
He was right after all. Youâd regret not letting him help you pick some things out if anything of that nature were to happen during the trip. âOkay. But something simple.â Twenty minutes of browsing and you had another bag to add to your growing collection. Your excitement for the upcoming mini vacation was uncontainable.
With Satanâs help you had managed to pack everything you would need for the two day trip into your small suitcase. All of the boys, minus Lucifer, had managed to jam into your small bedroom the night before. It was easy to tell they would miss you. But Asmo was right- Lucifer needed this vacation and you were more than happy to be the one enjoying it by his side.
The trip to the surface brought you to what Lucifer had deemed a cabin for your little getaway. It was actually a sprawling mansion buried among the trees in upstate New York. The sleek, dark, modern exterior featured floor to ceiling windows in most rooms. The black and white oak textures blended well with the myriad of colors decorating the surrounding forest. It was very Lucifer in a dreamy, human kind of way.
The inside was just as luxurious as you had pictured it to be. With an abundance of space filled with natural light and a kitchen to die for. You could barely imagine leaving this space for the next two days. Luciferâs large hand slipped around your own as he guided up the floating staircase to the second story where your bedrooms were located.
âThis room will be yours. Mine is right next door in case you were to need anything.â He informed you as he pushed open the door to a large bedroom overlooking the large garden at the back of the house. âI was unsure of what you would like to do while we are here so I prepared a list of places we could visit-â
âLetâs just explore for now,â you squeaked, cutting him off excitedly. âFresh air will do us both some good, and who knows what hidden gems we could find in this gorgeous forest.â
âIf that is what you wish to do. I shall meet you downstairs in ten minutes.â
Hiking with Lucifer was⊠well, it was boring. The only thing he seemed to be interested in was watching you. The highlight of the fifteen minutes you had been journeying beneath the falling leaves had been spotting a family of deer in the distance. At least he seemed relaxed as he trekked beside you, his suit completely out of place in the wild.
The sounds of trickling water had you perking up. Following the sound led to a small water hole at the edge of a cliff. A stunning waterfall cascaded along the back. It was breathtaking. A huge smile stretched across your cheeks as you took in the sight. Turning back to make a comment to Lucifer you were shocked by the shutter of his camera as he captured your picture.
âYou look absolutely magnificent right now, little dove.â He pocketed the device before stepping to your back, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you to lean against his chest. Your heart was threatening to beat its way out of your chest at the press of your body against his. It was as if a bolt of lightning had bounced between every nerve ending, leaving your senses heightened and your body craving more.
The sweet yet intense moment was broken by the rumble of your stomach. âCome, letâs get you something to eat,â Lucifer chuckled. Your jaw dropped at the easy sound. He rarely laughed and when he did it was strained as he tried to cover the sound. You immediately set a goal to hear more of that delicious sound during your trip.
After an underwhelming lunch (even you had to admit that food in the human world really couldnât compare to the flavors of the Devildom) you looked over the list of things to do that Lucifer had brought. Most of them were rather cliche fall to-dos. Hay ride. Pumpkin patch. Corn maze. The list gave the distinct impression that the eldest demon brother had planned this trip with the intention of filling what he imagined to be your need for mundane normalcy. While the thought made your heart warm, you really had no intention of spending your time together doing anything less than spectacular.
Fall for you had always been about the calmer side of the changing weather. Curling up with hot tea and a good book. The crackle of a bonfire beneath the stars. The gooey, melty bliss that was a perfectly toasted sâmore. Drinking wine and dancing in the leaves. Freshly baked cookies.
âWhy donât we head into town and see what calls to us?â you offer as you hop down from the island you had perched yourself on while Lucifer washed your lunch dishes. âAnd before you comment- yes I specifically chose this plan to pilfer all control from you. This is supposed to be a vacation and Iâm here to make sure you relax.â
His black eyes narrowed, completely obscuring their red specks. Full lips pursed ever so slightly as he stared you down. Anyone else may have faltered beneath the weight of the demonâs intimidating aura but youâd spent enough time around him and his brothers to know when to back down, and now was not one of those moments.
Even if your heart was beating faster than a hummingbirdâs wings, you held your ground as he moved to stand before you. Tilting your chin up, your hands went to your hips as you met his glare head on. Luciferâs jaw ticked. A sign you assumed showcased his growing annoyance with you.
The unexpected warmth of his lips upon yours had you freezing in place. Seconds were all it took for you to melt into his bruising kiss, your hands fisting into his button up shirt. One of his large palms weaved into the hair at the back of your head, stinging slightly as he used the grip to maneuver you as he claimed your lips. Your body instinctually gave in to his silent commands, becoming pliant as he forced his tongue between your parted lips to devour you further.
The world was lost as you drowned in the emotions pouring between you in the kiss. An apocalypse of catastrophic nature could have been raging just outside of your little bubble and youâd never know it. All that existed in that moment was Lucifer and all of the feelings fit him you had constantly kept buried.
The embarrassingly needy whimper that escaped your lips as he pulled away brought a raging heat to your chest and face. A knowing smirk decorated his face as he pulled away, his grip on your hair loosening. His fingers dragged along the back of your neck and jaw, stirring the already distracting seeds of arousal pulling between your thighs.
âI think youâll find Iâm quite relaxed, little dove.â He was trying to kill you. Death by demon smolder.
As quickly as the atmosphere had shifted moments ago, the tension faded. Lucifer straightened his white button up before walking to the table to gather his jacket. âCome along, MC, we havenât got all day.â Your eyes shot daggers into his back as you hurried after him, your knees still a little weak from the intensity of your shared kiss.
The closest town was nearly an hour's drive away. It was picturesque with the little houses all decorated for fall. The town square was also decorated for the season. A theme of hay bales, scarecrows, pumpkins, and plaid. It was every real estate magazine's wet dream.
As much as you were enjoying your time with Lucifer, the trip into town left you missing the boys you had left behind and the place you had come to call home. Home. When had earth stopped feeling like the place your heart belonged? The thought surprised you as you realized it hadnât felt right to be on this plane of existence since you had gone to R.A.D. the first time.
âYouâve gone quiet. Whatâs so captivating in your mind to steal you from me?â Luciferâs deep tone drew you from your thoughts. Ignoring the way your heart swelled at how easily he saw you beneath the layers of armor you had built over the years, you offered him a half smile.
âIâm a little astounded. And maybe a touch homesick.â
His brows furrowed slightly as he glanced over to you from the driver's seat. âHomesick,â he repeated, the word void of any emotion.
âMhmm. This trip feels more like a vacation than I thought it would. I guess Iâm just shocked to find that being here, surrounded by other humans, doesnât feel like home anymore.â
Lucifer made a thoughtful noise but was silent for the rest of the ride back to the âcabinâ. The car's engine had just died when he spoke again. âWhere is home if not here then?â
The vulnerability in his voice had you at a loss for words. He was either genuinely concerned with your answer or he hated that he was even asking.
âI feel like home is wherever you are. All of you.â
Luciferâs pride was nearly palpable as he reached across the space to grip your chin and pull you in for a brief yet intense kiss. You had chosen not just him but his brothers also.
âWorry not, little dove, I shall take you home tomorrow.â He breathed the words into your parted lips before pulling back. His eyes were somehow even darker as he gazed at you. âBut until then youâre mine and mine alone.â
Warnings: face fucking, degradation, mild breath play, one mention of blood, ruined orgasm (but like not really)
A/N: Hello friends! Here is my NSFW collab piece for this month! Itâs on the short side. Not beta read, this Captain goes down with her ship.
Find the other Anilysium collab works here!
As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
âSo disgustingly filthy.â
The words were groaned from the man towering above you. The cold, rough floor of the small laundry room dug into your knees painfully. They would be bruised tomorrow, no doubt.
âLook at you. Such a mess with this toxic makeup smeared all over your face. And now youâre making a slobbery mess all over my cock.â Tears streamed down your cheeks as Chisaki held your chin tightly, the grip of his specialty made gloves chafing the skin. Your jaw ached from being stretched so wide for so long, your throat burned from the consistent force of his length being shoved into your throat.
It was disturbing the way Chisaki used you, as if you were nothing more to him than a very gross, temporary toy meant only for providing him pleasure. Yet the growing wetness between your thighs gave away exactly how his words and actions affected you. The throb of your clit left you desperate for a release you knew heâd never provide. You were too unclean for his tastes. Everyone was really.
Knuckles knocked on the wood of the closed door, jangling the handle as they attempted to open it. âBoss!â a voice called.
âIf you donât walk away right now I ensure you will regret it,â Chisaki growled, his movements growing even rougher as he continued to fuck your throat.
The past several minutes had seemed to stretch on forever, feeling like youâd been kneeling here for hours. You shifted, thighs pressing together in an attempt to alleviate the needy ache at your core. Your wrists stung as the heavy belt he had looped around them dug into the soft skin. They would be bruised in the morning too.
His harsh thrusts knocked the plastic halo from the top of your head, sending it tumbling to the floor. How poetic. An angel losing her halo as she was claimed by the devil himself.
Chisakiâs free hand gripped the back of your head as his pace grew sporadic, pushing himself further into the warm wetness of your mouth. You pulled short breaths in through your nose each time he pulled back, but the edges of your vision danced black by the time he pulled you flush against his stomach. Thick ropes off his cum spilled down your throat, making you gag.
The moan that fell from his lips had your eyes rolling back into your head. He sounded as good as he tasted. Like the promise of destruction and rebirth, rivers of blood and ash soaked shores. He was the sin you would always crave but could never fully grasp.
Blinking the threatening darkness from your vision you started up at him, watching as his head fell back in bliss. Post-orgasm Chisaki was an image youâd be getting off to until death himself finally came to claim you. The sheen of sweat that covered his skin. The pinch of his brows. You could only imagine what the bottom half of his face looked like beneath his mask. His full, parted lips, the bottom of which was probably now captured between his teeth as he stifled the remaining sounds threatening to escape him.
The hand gripping the back of your head moved down to your neck, jerking you away from his body and sending you crashing to the floor. His lips thinned as he glared down at you. âNow look at what youâve done. You made a mess of me. Maybe I should really ruin that pretty face of yours.â His eyes narrowed as he crouched closer to you, his half hard cock still hanging from jeans.
You should be afraid of his threats. Should avert your eyes as a sign of respect for his position. He wasnât one to make threats idly. But the effect his words and his disgust had on you was intoxicating. You couldnât pull your eyes away when you were so close to coming untouched from his tone alone.
âPerhaps Iâll just have one of my men throw you out with the trash where you belong. My stupid
 little cumdumpster.â
Your body quaked as you came undone, clenching around nothing as your release drenched your thin panties. It was by no means a satisfying orgasm. You were left wrung out and craving physical touch with desperation. The words were on the top of your tongue, ready to beg for him to give you something, anything to alleviate the ache he was leaving behind.
Chisaki scoffed as he pushed to his feet, tucking himself back into his pants, and strode to the door. As he flung the wood open the sounds of the Halloween party raging beyond it flooded back in. He didnât bother to look back as he left.
Several moments later Irinaka appeared in the doorway, his expression indifferent as he removed the belt from around your wrists and lifted you into his arms. He was careful not to jostle you as he carried you through the party to the lower levels where your bedroom was hidden.
He disappeared as quickly as he had arrived, leaving you to take care of yourself. You ran a hot bath to soak your bruised and stiff limbs in, smiling like the lunatic you must be. Tomorrow might not be Halloween but youâd do the same thing. Let Chisaki devour you in any way he deemed appropriate.
You were an addict and being used by Chisaki was your drug of choice.
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