Okay but yan!bully kiribaku where the reader has been isolated from her friend and kirishima swoops in to be her "friend" when he's just taking advantage of her situation and bakugo is more aggressive a big bully towards her and Kirishima comforts her while easing her into being touched like Bakugo does and poor reader doesn't know they've been on the same side till they're both fucking her in the locker room.
yes!
Warnings - no full out NSFW, although it’s alluded to at the end.
Like Bakugou spreads a nasty rumor about you, convinces the rest of the school that you’re a slut, or a stupid little whore that can’t keep her legs closed. And since Bakugou is a popular Pretty Boy, a lot of people believe him.
It’s not true, but no one cares what you have to say.
You don’t even know why Bakugou would say that, you’d never done anything to make him dislike you. Hell, you hadn’t even ever interacted with the dude! You just didn’t understand what prompted this viciousness from him.
Slowly you find yourself loosing all your friends. No one wants to be seen hanging out with you, people snicker at you in the hallways, you get nasty notes stuffed in your locker.
It hurts.
You’re grateful when Kirishima runs off a group of boys hassling you to “help them out”. The redhead has a reputation of being nothing more than a meathead, but you realize he’s a kind meathead, checks to see if you’re okay, wipes away your tears.
You start seeing him around more, and it isn’t long before the two of you are hanging out on the regular. You’re so glad to have a friend again that you brush aside how touchy Kirishima is, how he always seems to have a hand on you.
Eating lunch? He’s absentmindedly rubbing your knee. Studying in the library means his head gets leaned against your shoulder. Says he’s tired. In P.E the redhead always runs next to you, chooses you for his dodgeball team when the teacher chooses to play the awful game. Practically smushes you between the wall and his back as he “protects” you from the other kids lobbing basketballs your way.
Whenever he does that he’s always sweaty, big body pressed flush to your own. But you’re grateful, especially with the determination Bakugou shows in hitting you with the ball.
Unfortunately Kirishima get’s tagged, and the second he steps away from you Bakugou is nailing you in the chest, knocking away your breath and making you hiss in pain. You always get brushed during dodgeball.
But you step to the side with the rest of the players who’re “out” and Kirishima is immediately sitting you down, wiping away the clammy sweat on your forehead, asking if you’re okay. If you tell him where Bakugou hit you, Kiri’s asking the teacher to take you to the nurse, concern written all over his face.
You feel a bit uncomfortable on the way there, with the way Kirishima seems to hover and want to poke and prod at your chest. You know if it had been on your stomach or your back that the redhead would be pulling up your shirt, pressing gently to see how bruised the area is while he watches you hiss in pain.
But since it’s on your chest you tell him you’ll have the nurse look at it.
Still doesn’t stop him from quickly ghosting his hands over your chest before you can flinch away, worried face filling your vision.
You know he’s just trying to help.
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The bullying from Bakugou gets worse. Everyone is convinced Kirishima hangs around you because he wants a piece, but Kiri is quick to shut down your fears.
“You need a friend, it’s not fair that everyone ditched you because of a silly rumor.” he says, “I know what it’s like to get bullied. I’m here for you, ‘kay?”
You’re glad that he’s your friend.
He’s started walking you home, just because Bakugou lives a few streets over and the blond sometimes catches you after school, shoves you to the sidewalk like a middle-school bully, kicks your books away. Last time he crouched down in front of you, grabbed your face and got real close, taunting you about being too stupid to get away. Too stupid to tell a teacher about how Bakugou was slowly getting worse.
Bakugou still finds you when Kirishima walks you home, but only says a few mean things your way before he heads for his own house.
Kirishima holds you when you start to cry. He sat down on the curb, pulling you into his side, strokes your hair and gently shushes you while you sob, blubber rhetorical questions, “Why is Bakugou so mean?” Kirishima’s always there to wipe away your tears.
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Kirishima texts you and asks if you can bring him some water; the water fountain by the boys lockeroom is broken and he just finished with football practice. You’re at school still, waiting for the redhead so you can walk home so you don’t mind.
Kiri asks you to bring it in to the lockeroom and set it on the bench, cause he’s gonna shower and change so you don’t have to wait super long before walking home. You’re a bit hesitant, but he assured you over text that he’s the only one in there, everyone else had already gone home.
You aren’t paying attention when you push open the door, hurriedly going to the bench to set down the water. You don’t notice Bakugou, leaning against the lockers and watching you enter.
He makes his presence known by slapping the locker near his hip, making you jump out of your skin. When you turn to find the noise, he’s smirking at you, leaning back against the locker.
Before you can even apologize, dash for the door and curse your existence, Bakugou is in front of you, pushing you back down onto the bench behind you.
“Wow, little slut looking to get gang banged by the football team after practice? Sorry to disappoint, it’s just me ‘n Kirishima here.”
You’re breathing heavily, eyes wide, scared. The blond sneers.
“Aw, don’t worry! We’re more than enough to fill you up good.”
He’s shirtless, was probably in the process of changing when you had barged in.
Kirishima rounds the corner, and you flush as you see he’s barely dressed too, nothing but a towel slung low around his hips.
You’re expecting him to yell at Bakugou, maybe push the blonde to the side and help you up, push you out the door before Bakugou can touch you.
He doesn’t do anything of the sort.
His look is dark, predatory as he steps closer, sits down on the bench next to you. “Hey sweetie. Gonna be nice and good for us now, alright? Otherwise Bakugou’s gonna get angry, and you know how mean he can be.”
You’re hyperventilating, frozen in place. Kirishima grabs you, hugs you close to him as Bakugou kneels down, starts to work on your jeans.
“Shh, shh, It’s gonna be okay. I’m here, we’re gonna treat you good.”
You shudder at Kirishima’s words, tears starting to flow as Bakugou rips down your jeans.
Pairing: Shindo Yo x Reader
Rating: General Audience
Word Count: 5682 Words
A/N: Huge shout-out to @bezczelnyguy because I promised to get a work out this weekend <3 But this will have a part 2 to continue the story and ~smut~ later. Not beta-read so pardon any mistakes!
You were simply an ordinary civilian, a quirk-less person lost in the sea of Tokyo where many pro-heroes resided. Heroes, rankings, and media were part of the everyday life here. It wasn’t uncommon to see them patrolling or to see some incident here and there.
You simply took it all in stride. Despite heroes and villains abound, it wasn’t as if you didn’t have an ordinary life, a place where you liked working, hobbies to do, and friends you could meet.
But there was one person who disrupted the normalcy you’ve always come to expect.
dududddeddedueedude the Kirishima somno drabble you wrote hnnnng like what tha heck would you do? Can't move but conscious as he fills you up, as he kisses against your neck. When you finally are able to whisper out a scratchy, tearful "stop" what does Kiri do? like asudhdfadfoufo I'm melting asdhoasd
God I promise I will write a full fucking fic but this has me panting so pls lemme just~~~
When he hears the word leave your lips it sounds like the fainted whimper, wide eyes staring up at him, pleading with him to stop but Kirishima knows that’s easier said than done.
That’s just it, he can’t stop. Your velvety walls are sucking him in so perfectly. The fear and distress at waking up in such a compromising position only makes your cunt flutter around his cock even more, almost like you’re trying to pull him in even deeper. There’s no way you want him to stop, not really. Not when you’re squeezing around him like that.
You must just be extra sleepy. Kirishima’s palm moving to stroke your cheek as he shushes you gently, rocking his hips against yours slowly as he feels your walls continue to clench around him, his balls pressed snugly against the swell of your ass with each sloppy thrust.
“S’okay, baby. I know, I know.” Kirishima coos as he watches fresh tears begin to dribble down your temples, his large palm moving to wipe them away, “I try my best to be gentle, I promise- but you’ve always been so fucking tight.” Each word is paired with a thrust of his hips, “it took me weeks to finally stretch you out enough for my cock.”
The realisation hits you as you go over his words in your head.
Weeks. He’s been doing this for weeks.
Those mornings you woke up soaked between your legs and missing your panties, trying to recall if you even wore them to bed in the first place as your entire body felt sore. It was all starting to make sense.
You tried to move but you felt so lethargic, the drugs he’d given you dulling your motions just enough to keep you placid beneath him. His hands palming your breasts as he placed sloppy kisses along your jaw, moving down to latch his teeth onto the curve of your neck.
“I guess it doesn’t matter if I leave a mark now huh pretty girl.” He latches onto the skin, the sharpness of his teeth against the sensitive flesh making your lips part in a low whine, a sound ripped from deep in your throat as he begins to lap his tongue over the wound, a faint metallic taste coating his tongue.
“It’s so nice to finallysee your eyes while we do this, Princess. I can finally get some new selfies of us.”
This makes your stomach lurch, new selfies? What photographs did he have of you already? What positions were you in, did you have clothes on? Your body beginning to temble at the thought.
“Oh, look at me. Where are my manners?” Kirishima grinned innocently, moving his thick, hulking body from over yours. Slipping his thumb towards where your bodies were connected and pressing constant circles against your clit, “don’t worry, I could never forget about you, Princess.”
aah jujutsu kaisen is such a good vibe for this blog!! could i please get sakusa making a complete and utter mess out of itadoris sweet little girlfriend. a good vessel knows how to share with his curse right?
yandere ! RYOMEN SUKUNA / ITADORI YUJI
TIP-JAR
goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, religious connotations ig, slight slut shaming if you squint, condescension, mind-break/mind-control, slight hinting to canabalism again if you squint, forced voyerism ig, blasphemy
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"Yuji?"
It was a mistake of you to come. You should have stayed away, you should have listened to the brat's warnings, but you just couldn't bare the thought, could you? Sweet little dumb lamb up for slaughter.
"I'm afraid not, darling."
He took a step forward, you a step back, up all the way into the wall upon the sounds of bones splintering, morphing into a pair of extra arms sprouting out from his sides.
The room was dim, but his eyes glowed a warm ruby red instead of their normal golden brown, the scarring slits carved beneath them both now peeling open, awakening for another pair of jaded eyes looking at you like a predator eyeing prey.
"Yuji? Please..." You tried, but it was in vain.
A smile broke from his face like jagged cracked shards of glass.
"Angel face, I told you... Yuji's not here right now-"
His arms, all four of them, reached out, had you caged between himself, who seemed to grow into a tall menace towering over your small frame, and the cold stiff wall behind you.
"But don't worry... he's watching."
Hands too quick for you to avoid, gripped the fabric of your dress, tearing it off, leaving you bare before the demon in front of you.
"Poor pup is whining like a little bitch... more so than you. But I can't blame him... the brat thinks I'm going to rip your heart from your chest."
The man wearing your boyfriends face gave a twisted laugh, dark like raked coals, still in Yuji's voice yet so far from a sound he could ever make.
"He fears he'll have to watch the light leave your pretty eyes as you die, your blood staining his fingers an unforgivable scarlet."
You trembled as his hands, the four of them, grabbed your bare waist, his head ducking with a ragged sniff, sighing out in a gasp while levelling with your chest. He gave a small moan in awe before producing his tongue, warm and wet, laving up the valley between your breasts, up your collar and throat, to your ear, whispering on it.
"Don't you cry, turtle dove."
Your arms hung still at your sides like deadweight, not daring to make a move, frozen still, even as the finger from one of his hands curled beneath the band to your underwear, tugging on them in an effortless aim to tear them off.
Your toes curled upon the nippy air kissing your exposed sex, hands clenching when feeling his fingers rub against your slit.
He cooed at you as you whimpered and shook on weak knees, kissing your cheek as another hand spidered up your neck, enclosing large lanky fingers in a snug deadlock around your throat, sharp purple talons sinking playfully into the fine skin in the curve of your jugular, forcing you to look up at him as he stared you down, tears misty in your terror-wide eyes.
"I promise I won't hurt you. I'm not as bad as the brat makes me out to be."
Your eyes blurred to near blindness, unable to focus on anything sept for the burning red residing in his, where it wouldn't surprise you if they started leaking with blood.
Your body rendered to just a rag doll as his bottom arms lifted you up to cradle his torso, one top arm kept between your thighs whilst the other remained wrapping strong fingers tightly around your throat, fingers that would have zero issues snapping your neck if need be.
"It's him you should watch out for... if only you knew what cursed thoughts go tumbling through his brittle hormonal mind..."
He pressed his forehead against yours and continued his taunting, words kissing your face with the stench of his breath.
"Thoughts about you... and all the nasty things he wants to do to you."
There was something wickedly gleeful in his eyes as he sunk two of his fingers inside you, humming at the tightness, spreading them and smiling as you winced at the stretch, otherwise ignoring your horror.
"Torturing himself with lewd pictures of you, thinking about how good you would feel beneath him, wrapped tight around his cock."
Unbothered by how your hands suddenly made to push at his tough chest, his stiff skin liking the attention of your dainty breakable fingers, finding it amusing for a moment, before leaving your throat in favor of gathering your aimless delicate little wrists in a cross above your head, allowing your head to hang and shake from side to side at the thick fingers being pushed inside you.
"Fisting himself until he makes a mess in his bed, your name drooling from his lips." His voice licked at your ears like fire, sending your head spinning like a storm. "You should count your blessings that whatever belongs to him... also belongs to me." He laughed, tightening the hold on your wrists, dragging you up higher in order to lift your head to his level, kissing your unwilling mouth with a smirk.
His arms held you up effortlessly, like you were stuffed with cotton and not flesh and bones, with another hand nudged between your thighs, pumping cruelly long fingers inside you, turning you into honey and velvet, dripping down his tattooed arm, flexing with stiff muscles like the warrior he was.
"Only unlike him... I take good care of my possessions."
His roughened black talons dug in deeper into the soft flesh of your ass, making you whimper, eyes shutting tight, giving way for more fat tears to drizzle down your adorable miserable face.
"And don't shy away from the things I want."
A warm tongue swept up your cheek, giving you no room to avoid it, licking up your tears like he a wasp feasting for honeydew.
"You're too sweet I swear I could devour you both. Gorge myself so wastefully in your warm soft flesh."
He gave a ragged moan, groaning, mouth falling to your chest with his teeth gracing against your collarbones, wide and manic grin spread on his face as he listened to the panicked pitter pat of your precious little fragile heart.
"My two little pets."
He curled his fingers, stretching you out, where the sudden pressure of his sandpaper-rough thumb-pad pressing down on your budding swollen little clit, made you moan out like a little kitten mewing for attention.
"One blundering puppy, and you... sweet soft little innocent bunny in desperate need of corruption."
Your thighs shook upon the guilty knot fighting and twisting in your gut, hopeless eyes looking at the curse where he stood smirking down at your pathetic effort at keeping your undoing at bay, offering no mercy and not a shred of regard despite knowing what he was robbing you of.
"Poor thing, just begging for a helping hand." He purred, hot breath fanning against your already heated face, panting out small adorable whimpers and suppressed moans and frustratedly guilt-ridden whines as you twist on the fingers disappearing inside you, messaging everything tender into a grateful pool in his palm, for where it might have been unwanted, it was pleasure none the less, intimacy unlike anything you'd ever felt before. "Not a single cursed bone in your body, is there?" He admired with a hungry smile, eyes glazed with a sinister heated lustful greed, far away from shameful. "Strictly pure-hearted... just like the angels intended."
You dared look up, only to see him drool like a mongrel, swivel-eyed and manic.
"Forgive me-" He licked his lips, seemingly in an effort to stop salivating, yet only succeeding in slobbering even more, thick drops of spit dripping down onto your chest, making you look down only to see that he'd pulled out that thing Yuji always tried his best hiding when you'd kiss him in manor more heated than chaste. "I'm usually quite the well-behaved curse, but sometimes I just can't seem to hold myself back."
You stirred upon the size, a chill biting up your spine making you swallow thickly.
His large hand having taken hold of his base, stroking tentative fingers up and down his own shaft, smearing pre-cum and spit up alongside thick pulsating veins, rubbing over the glistening red-kissed bulging tip that soon pushed softly into the wet lips of your virgin cunny.
You gasped, squeaking. "No, don't-" But the demon didn't listen, loving how the both you were staring down wide-eyed onto your union, as the thick cock pried your tight walls open, sinking inside you one painful inch at a time.
He groaned at the pressure enveloping him, the resistance no match for his strength, but a resistance none the less.
"Your fault for tempting me." He uttered, squeezing the plush flesh of your ass, lifting you forward to meet him as he bottomed-out inside you. "Don't blame me." His hand ascended to grab your chin, lifting your face so that he could stare down into the pitiful pool of your pretty eyes as he sent you over the edge. "I'm an artist-"
Sweet plaything... you look horrified.
"I see a clean canvas and I just have to go on and destroy it."
He sat curved inside you, bulging out from your poor belly.
"Blame the brat, he's the one who led me to you, offering you to me like a sweet little gift, precious virgin ripe for the plucking."
"Please." You interrupted, clenching tightly around the intruder taking up the taunt space inside, your body jolting at the foreign fulfilling feeling of having something warm and living burrowing itself through you. Virgin anxiety making it feel as though he'd break through whatever weak barrier it pressed up against, how you feared he wasn't satisfied and would continue pushing until fitting inside your stomach and come out through mouth, already choking and hiccuping on the thought alone, clenching around the fat girth of him in hopes of keeping him at bay.
"It's in my nature. You wouldn't want me defying nature, would you?"
His claws pinched at the hallows of your cheeks, not allowing you to look away from the hysterically deranged look on his face, canines sharp as knives dripping with either spit or venom as he smiled down at your horrified little face.
"Truly, everything is as the gods intend."
He seemed to push in deeper, threatening the very thing you feared, feeling so insurmountably big as though reaching inside your organs, stretching you out, poking into and swelling in places that stung and had you recoil each time he made a new move.
"Meaning, they're smiling down at this moment... waiting for the show to begin."
He pulled back with his hips, watching you wince with sadistically gleeful eyes, his smile growing wider at the moan ripped from your chest as he filled you right back up again, reaching deep into that squishy soft spot that had your toes curling and eyes crossing, cute little pink tongue lolling from your mouth as you moaned so ridiculously sweetly for him.
"Yuji~" You whined, which made the demon click his tongue, fucking into you deeper, noticeably harsher with a growl that rippled like an earthquake within his ribcage, sounding ready to level cities.
"Wrong again." He taunted. "Won't you say my name, angel?"
He rocked into you sharply, making you choke on a gasp.
"Won't you moan it for me?" Beginning to roll his hips on repeat, words in a frenzy. "Scream it? Beg and plead and cry with it, carve it like a prayer on your tongue?" His eyes seemed to gleam in some perverted delight. "Come on, give a curse a blessing, and say my name, pretty please, little lamb."
Your eyes turned cotton-flavoured as he kept humping into you, docile and blissful in his arms, hanging off of his every movement.
"Ah- Sukuna~"
He fucked you good and well into the wall, not as harshly as you thought he was going to with the feral smile he gave you while holding your face between his claws, keeping your eyes levelled by his bleeding red gaze. But he took you slow and deep, until you were melting, turning you into jello in his arms.
He hummed, face touching yours while having you completely enslaved to his touch.
"You see, brat?" He whispered. "You were worrying for no reason at all, she can love the both of us."
He sunk in deep, had you enveloping him entirely, even though it seemed impossible.
"Poor sweet thing doesn't have the heart to hate."
You clenched tightly around him, pussy fluttering, kissing alongside his girth while breathing in his exhales.
"Aww, look at you..." He crooned in a soft whisper, still holding your wrists above your head tightly, keeping you firmly pressed against the wall, even as you gave yourself completely away to the gratification he was giving you. "Cock stretching out your tight little cunt." He continued, tone deceptively sweet and soft as he nudged in deeper. "Not so innocent gushing around us like a desperate little whore, are you?"
You gave a moan like a little kitten and he caught your lips in a kiss, softly yet determined to pry open your mouth to explore, tongue swiping along your lips, brushing and playing with yours as you mewed into his mouth, making his face twist again into a wretched gluttonous smirk.
"Tell us how good I'm making you feel, love."
It had been a long time since he had any worshippers. About the same amount of time since he ran out of places to wash the blood from his hands. Which was long ago. People aren't as beholden to true carnage anymore, but he never quite valued those that were either. False worshippers thinking themselves on his level just because they can watch a man beg for his life and not flinch. Silly humans, believing there's strength in disregarding a life, when the real truth is measly human lives have no value to disregard.
Though, he cannot deny he found some pleasure in seeing them bow and sing for him, in the foolishness of it all he might have tipped his head in amusement when he'd find such cute little trinkets at his shrine, goblets brimming with filthy blood of some nameless faceless sinner worth nothing but to water the spider lilies. Naturally, it was more the horrified expressions painting their confused faces once he slaughtered them that brought him joy, to rip them apart as they thought they were safe. That sweet and utter look of betrayal as he sliced open their miserable lives like it meant nothing, having them fully understand that they meant nothing.
But he'd gladly have you.
It might be the brat's influence, but... you would make such a proper little pet, sitting on his lap, snug against his chest, inside the warmth of his kimono with a collar around your throat, pretty markings decorating your soft flesh stating his claim on your terribly adorable fickle soul.
"Come on, love, tell me how much you adore me and I'll give you what you want." His voice was like an echo, filling your mind like an empty cup, ridding it of all other thoughts. "Say the words, little one, and I promise the reward will be worth it."
You couldn't bare the thought of breaking from his eyes, even though you felt as though you was drowning in them, spellbound with your legs tangled around him, urging him to continue whatever sweet sin he'd ensnared you in.
"I love you."
He doesn't remember the last time he'd heard a voice so sweet, so fruitful and whole and holy and his.
The angels must be weeping at the scene, it would give him goosebumps if he wasn't so focused on fulfilling his promise and give you, his sweet precious little thing, what your poor body was aching for.
"You want this, little lamb?"
He angled his hips, his cockhead nudging into a terribly sensitive spot that had your thighs quivering, nodding your head with large pleading doe-eyes, bottom lip caught in your teeth as you clung to his torso tighter, pulling on him like a needy little devotee happy and thirsty for the attention your god was giving you.
"So clingy..." He commented with a snicker, fucking into you again, moulding your insides with the thick curve of his manhood, sending your tummy into a turmoil, spurring and curling like an adder, tightening like a coil, something breaking, falling apart, unwinding and releasing in a spurr, tight gummy walls dancing alongside his cock, milking him in a desperate need for him to empty his balls inside you, fill you up with sticky warmth, make you dumb with pleasure. "Don't worry your sweet little head, angel face, I'll give you what you need. You keep looking at me like that and I'll make a pretty mess of you soon."
You whined in torment at his teasing as he left you wanting for his lips on yours and his seed to spill and paint your insides with milk.
"Well, if you want it so badly, why don't you beg for it?" His eyes glinted dangerously, and you felt compelled to roll your hips like a needy bitch in heat as you whimpered for him, wanting so desperately to hop on his cock and milk him for every single precious drop of cum.
Poor Itadori was crying too. Rendered to watch her pretty little girl's tits bounce up and down, only allowed to feel every lick and kiss and pump and your weeping tight virgin cunt squeeze him for his cum, but not allowed to touch.
He was begging too.
A string of sobbing delirious pleas spluttering from his lips in a raving stream of drool, needing so badly to fill your precious perfect tight cunny with cream.
But Sukuna was far from kind enough to give him the honour of deciding when they were to empty their balls inside your cute cunt, and too selfish to give in to what the two of you wanted so eagerly when you were both singing such sweet pleading hymns for him, begging so preciously for something only he could give you, something he'd keep from you until you were both reduced to pathetic puddles of your own mess, brainless and willing to give up all and everything if only to get a taste of that thing he'd convinced you both was softer and sweeter and better than anything heaven could offer damned sinful creatures such as you.
Imagine being kidnapped for months with Shigiraki being the only person you talk too and he figures that he can break you now that you belong to him 🤭🤭 also I love your fics so much,, sorry I’m sh y 👉👈
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Warnings: References to past noncon and kidnapping, dubcon, Stockholm syndrome, some serious manipulation
Note: Um, I went a bit crazy with this request and it ended up being much longer than I thought. Oops. Hope you enjoy, and thank you! No reason to be shy, I promise I’m nice 💞
As Shigaraki walks through the door, you can’t stop the excitement that bubbles up inside of you. Excitement that he instantly notices as his lips curl up into a smirk.
“What’s this? Did you miss me?” He snarks at you, and you’re unable to form a response. The truth is that you did miss him. You’ve been here for months, locked up and with only him to talk to. When he’s not around, you feel like you’re going to go insane from the lack of communication, of connection with another human being.
“Ah, since you’re not responding, I guess that means it’s a no.” He turns back towards the door. “I’ll just leave then.”
“NO!” Your voice comes out far more panicked than you intended, and Shigaraki’s smirk gets even wider. “I mean - please don’t go,” you whimper pathetically, hating that you’re begging your captor to stay.
Surprisingly, he doesn’t tease you any further, walking towards you and sitting down beside you. He’s close enough that you can feel his body heat, but far enough away that you’re not touching. You internally wince at what you’re about to do, knowing how much of a victory this is for him.
But you can’t stop yourself from climbing into his lap, careful to avoid his hands as you burrow your face into his neck. He chuckles, a darkly amused noise that sounds to you like it’s full of victory at how far you’ve fallen. He wraps his arms around you, tracing patterns on your back with four fingers as the other hand slips underneath your shirt to touch your bare skin. As if he’s trying to soothe you.
But you know the truth. He’s pushing you to see how far you’ll let him take things.
“You’re being such a good girl,” he murmurs, and the praise shoots right through your body, making you throb with pleasure. He trails further down, hand slipping under your pants to cup you through your panties. You whine at the contact, grinding down slightly onto his hand.
“And so wet for me. Do you want me to fuck you?”
You find yourself shaking your head no as an automatic response, and he lets out an exaggerated sigh as he pushes you off of him. “That’s okay. I would hate to force you,” he says mockingly, the both of you knowing full well that it’s a lie. “I’ll leave you alone now.”
As he stands up from the bed, a tear runs down your face at the thought of being alone again. “Please no, please don’t leave, I want you!”
“Want me how?” He turns around to glance at you before taking a step forward towards the door. “I won’t know if you don’t tell me.”
“Please fuck me, please do whatever you want to me, just don’t leave, please,” the begging falls from your lips much easier than you thought, and he smiles as he walks back to the bed.
“Now there’s my good girl,” he murmurs at you. “But I’ll really know you’re sincere if you take your clothes off and spread those legs for me. Let me see that you know who you belong to, who you answer to.”
And as tears run down your face as you begin to undress, spreading your legs to reveal your bare, dripping cunt to him, you realize one thing.
oikawa tooru x reader, just some good 'ole car sex <3
WARNINGS: MINORS DNI, 18+ only content
Thump. Thump. Thump.
If anyone were to walk past the car parked in the empty car park right now, that’s all they would hear. What you’re hearing inside however, is a completely different thing.
“Fuck.”
The moans leaving Oikawa’s mouth were downright sinful, your quiet gasps occasionally joining in as he bounced you up and down on his cock. His fingers were gripping your hips so tight that it was bound to leave a mark, but all that raced through your mind was how full you felt; especially when a particularly sharp thrust of his hit your sweet spot that had you seeing stars.
“Tooru,” you breathe, gripping his neck and pulling him into a sloppy kiss, “fuck me harder, please.”
On command, he starts slamming you down on his cock even harder, reaching even deeper and it rips a groan from your throat, your pussy walls clinging to him even tighter in the new pace he’s set for the both of you.
Oikawa breaks away from your kiss, opting to lean his head back in pleasure as another lewd moan slips from his lips. Your pussy is clenching around him so tight that he knows you're close, quivering thighs another dead giveaway as the slick dripping out of your wet pussy starts sliding down his balls.
“Thought,” he spits out between a thrust, “that I wasn’t your type, princess. Now look at you, bouncing on my cock like a slut. What happened to that good girl persona you love playing?”
Under normal circumstances, you’d be biting back with an insult of your own but your mind is hazy with lust, his words sending a new wave of pleasure down your spine. All you manage to do is whine against his neck, eyes clenching shut. It’s not the answer he’s looking for.
His brutal pace starts to slow, and you make a sound of frustration because god, you were so damn close. “Tooru.” you warn, sending him a piercing glare.
All you’re met with is that cocky smile of his as he says, “Aw, were you close?” he mock pouts, “If you want to cum, you’ll have to beg me for it princess. Use those manners you’re always telling me about.”
You know you’ll regret ever doing this once you come down from your high and the reality of fucking your insufferable neighbour hits, but you feel so good right now that all self respect flies out the window. “Tooru, please let me cum.” you whine against his lips, “I’m your good girl, please.”
Still, he doesn’t pick up the pace, looking at you with pure challenge in his eyes. He wants to hear you beg even more, wants to hear your trembling voice as you beg for him to make you cum. “You can do better than that princess,” he hums, “but if you’re really that desperate, then you can fuck yourself on my cock.”
His words would usually send you reeling from humiliation but right now you don’t care. You don’t waste any time and start rutting your hips against his desperately, the prominent vein of his cock dragging against your tight walls and making your eyes roll to the back of your head, a broken moan of his name falling from your lips.
His face is donning that stupid smirk again as he swears lightly, but you’d be an idiot to deny just how fucking hot he looks right now. Beads of sweat are starting to drip down his forehead and making his hair cling to it, but as your back arches towards him in pleasure he takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks harshly.
“Ah, ‘m close!” you whine, knees buckling under the pace you’ve set on his lap and hands burying themselves into his hair. You desperately grip his shoulders, nails digging into the soft skin harshly that he lets out a low growl and wraps his arms around your waist. His hips start moving again, snapping relentlessly against your pussy as you start to lose all sense.
One of his hands unwinds itself from your waist, smacking your ass before smoothly rubbing the inside of your thigh on its way down to where you two are connected. “Ngh, fuck,” he curses, one of his hands travelling down to your dripping pussy as he expertly circles his fingers around your clit that has your pussy quivering around him
“Come on princess,” he grunts out, “I know you’ll be good and cum for me.”
It doesn’t take long, one, two, three more thrusts and you’re coming undone before him.
You let out a loud, pitiful moan, and he doesn’t even try to muffle your cries as his hand wraps around your throat and pulls you down to meet his lust-blown eyes. Your whole body is tingling with pleasure, whimpers freely leaving your lips as his hips are unrelenting against yours. Before you can even complain about the overstimulation Oikawa’s pulling you off his lap and forcing you onto your knees in the backseat of his car.
You realise quickly that he’s urging you to suck him off, your mind still fuzzy from your orgasm that you happily take his length into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the swollen, pink head and taking the rest into your fist.
“You look so beautiful when you’re this cock-hungry for me, princess.” he cooes, maintaining eye contact as his dark eyes roam your face. “You want me to cum into that pretty little mouth?”
Tears are beginning to well up in your eyes as he forces you to take more and more of his length down your throat, but still you nod desperately, wanting to taste him on your tongue. He groans loudly before gripping your hair tightly in his fist, pulling you off his cock and smashing his lips against yours.
His kiss is needy, dirty, a messy clash of tongues trying to dominate over one another, but god you’d be lying if you weren’t completely turned on right now. He quickly breaks away from the kiss, fisting his cock desperately as you watch him through tear soaked lashes.
“Open your mouth, baby.” he instructs and bites down on his bottom lip while you happily oblige. “Swallow my cum. All of it.”
A few more strokes and soon enough, you feel the warm, white liquid on your tongue, moaning appreciatively as he empties his balls in your mouth. “Shit.” he groans.
You swallow most of it, but keep a small amount in your mouth, mixing it with your saliva as you spit it back onto his cock and milk the rest of his cum out with your fist.
“You’re so messy baby.” he laughs breathily, tapping his softening dick against your swollen lips as you smile shyly at him, cock drunk as you bat your eyelashes. “Told you we were a good fit.”
a/n: my first piece was ofc gonna be dedicated to the loml 🤤
You were new in the field, but nevertheless, the best. You approached your work with certain fierceness that bordered on unprofessional, unethical, given your field.
You were a nun, an exorcist meant to banish creatures like Bakugo Katsuki, unholy, sinful creatures like him.
Ones who bathed in wrong doings, encouraged misbehaviours, got off and energised at the feel of being the cause of someone sinning.
Bakugo watched you, clad in white attire and bright eyes that seemed so honest, so pure, that they seemed almost translucent. Katsuki doesn’t belong in heaven, but he thinks it must look something like your eyes.
A creature like him shouldn’t hover in a place like this. A creature so devilish isn’t welcomed in God’s abode, isn’t worthy of staring at crucifixes, nor worthy of salvation. But most importantly, what right does a wretched being like him have to stare reverently at a blessed being like you.
Though, the both of you have some things in common, he mused. You were so fiery, that some of your elders seemed stiff at the sight of you, though what sort of stiff is ambiguous. You were so ambitious, rising up the ranks so quickly, his good girl.
Fuck, how did he grow so enamored with you? The only reason he can even enter the premises of your church is because he hasn’t come of age yet, hasn’t reached his full potential as an incubus, but a few days from now, he will take his first victim.
He will lay with someone, take them and become the creature of lust that he was meant to be, become the tainted person you preach against. He wishes it could be you, wishes he can take you and break your vows, give you a taste of the sweetness of the apple, get you addicted to the taste of debauchery, wishes he can taste your sweetness.
You had so much restraint, on lonely nights where you rubbed your thighs in need, slick starting to dampen your panties, Katsuki watching in anticipation, wondering whether today will be the day you please yourself painfully unaware of your audience. Leaving him with raging hopes that today will be the day you will be pliant enough to be taken by him but no, no, you just took a deep breath and opted for a cold shower, leaving him with a raging hard on that he had no choice but to stroke to your sleeping form.
You were so fragile too, like glass that he felt protective over, despite how foreign that feeling is to him, yet wanting to shatter you all the same, wanting to cage you with his wings, get you addicted to the delightful feeling he can induce between your thighs while your throat goes raw from moans and screams of his name.
He stalked you religiously, memorised you like the pope memorised the bible, his form which is invisible to you hovered around you like a lost puppy, drinking in all your expressions like ambrosia, his mouth overflowing with saliva at the sweet nectar you kept offering and offering to the point where he’s gotten too addicted to stop.
He glowered at every male that interacts with you, and if the wrong scent emanates from them, something to slightly suggest attraction, you can bet they greet death too early, the cause being a mystery. He enjoys mangling them all night long, only to put them back together and repeat the process. No one stares at his human like she’s theirs, when she's so woefully his. Although she doesn’t know it yet.
But his coming of age ceremony grows closer and closer, and Katsuki won’t be able to enter your premises anymore, his awakening means he also won’t be able to take you for that very ceremony, and perhaps never.
So, Bakugo started thinking smart. Using his influence, he gathered the most intense, the most powerful demons and made them inhibit people from a nearby village. A case severe enough that you’d have to leave in aid of those people. And stay for a few days.
Painfully predictable, you did just that. Donning your outfit and leaving swiftly. Not knowing what dark fate awaits you.
…………
Bakugou stood at the corner of the inn room you are staying in. You were so exhausted, you passed out as soon as you hit the mattress. Now, without the protective walls shielding you from him, your soft body will be all pliant for him. His body shook, the changes to it happening too rapidly. His wings are growing larger, bolder, and aside of the external changes, his scent was becoming more soft, relaxing, his body emitting pheromones that could easily induce lust. His saliva and touch will have a multiplied effect now that he’s reached his peak form. All that’s left now is to make love to a human, to make love to you.
He stepped closer to you, the room looking darker with each step he took, and your form appearing more and more defenceless to the enamored incubus before you.
He slowly took the blanket off you, admiring the slopes of your body in the form fitting night dress that you only adorned in the comfort of your room. He covered your body with his large one, covering you and his heat acting as a blanket, shielding you from the nipping cold. He took your sprawled arms, slowly putting them over your head and holding them in place with one hand while his other lowered the strap on your dress, freeing one breast to caress while his mouth pressed a feather light kiss over your own, so tender it was akin to a lover's touch.
You stirred in your sleep, his touch having the desired effect as you remained in slumber… his sleeping beauty. He kept kissing his way down, like a mad deprived of water for weeks finally getting to quench his thirst.
His wings lowered, shielding you from the moon light as he laved you up in his saliva, exposing your tits only to lay kisses on them before sucking harshly, pulling, tugging until they pebbled up. He squeezed the warm flesh, marvelling at the baby soft skin and its texture in his calloused palm.
Heh, if you were awake, you’d freak out so bad. Katsuki didn’t stop, he continued his journey downwards, kissing over every inch until he reached the heaven between your thighs.
He can smell it, God, he can smell the arousal coating your plain white panties. He moved his apart, movements stilling in the face of your womanhood, suddenly blushing and feeling nervousness enter his stream. He swallowed, pink tongue poking out of his tongue slowly and drawing a path from your slit to your clit. Feeling satisfied at your muscles spasming. He got cocky real quick after that, not even attempting to conceal the raunchy sounds of his mouth wrapping around your clit and eating it as if drinking from a straw.
You were the sweetest delicacy he’d ever tasted, and he’d be damned if he ever lets go of you.
His finger slipped inside you, feeling your walls sucking it in, tightness befitting of a nun. A second finger joined, your walls happily sucking it in and coating his fingers in slick. They moved in and out, thick fingers hitting sensitive spots and stretching you out in preparation for something bigger.
His hips were rutting into the bed, trying to alleviate the ache while his tongue goes for a final taste, the slickened muscle burying itself inside you and moaning. The room was filled with slurping sounds, tiny moans from your sleeping figure and his hips rutting into your mattress; anyone who stood outside your door for a second longer than necessary can tell what’s happening in the nun's room.
He can’t take this anymore. You were here now, pliant for the taking and he was going to take you. He’s going to take you in many many ways.
He freed his manhood, but before he can bury himself in you, he had to do something. He pulled out a shiny object, pulling your hand and slipping it into your finger. Now, the fun can begin.
He lined himself with your begging hole, desperate for something to fill it up after it was so delightfully full, after having its owner deprive it for so long.
With a moan, he quickly bottomed out, eyes watering at the pleasure, having to hold himself back from cumming on the spot as he groaned. Your greedy walls drank him in, welcoming him warmly as if he’s a soldier returning from war, as if hellfire wasn’t hot enough.
He put one of your legs above his shoulder, silently questioning whether he should go at the pace he’s going to, whether he should take you gently the way your body should be taken after years of abstinence. But one clench of your walls and the decision was made for him.
He started pistoning into you mercilessly, his gifted length not sparing you in the slightest. He was so loud too, moaning at the feeling of being one with you, slobbering like a dog as he pounded you, his tip reaching and massaging places you probably didn’t even know existed. Really, with how loud he was, he shouldn’t have been surprised when you woke up.
You squealed, in pleasure or repulsion, trying to push him away, however the pleasurable sheen in your eyes was unmissable to the avatar of lust.
“Ah—who are y-you?! You devil!” You kept stuttering, words breaking as he forcefully pounded the pleasure into you.
“Don’t ask if you already know, princess.” He pumped more pheromones in the air, successfully making you more docile as you gripped his humongous biceps, hands not even close to wrapping around the circumference of it, moaning and clenching around his member.
“Good girl.” He smirked as his statement made you clench even more, so his princess likes being praised.
Your moans were raw and throaty, as if unused to letting out such sinful and suggestive sounds, as if unwilling but painfully desperate to.
“But, if you’re so desperate to know, look at your hand.”
Your eyes glanced up, hazily making out a golden band resting on your ring finger. It had a red amber on it, its colour so red it was darker and bolder then the liquid spilled in a blood oath, it signified something that your foggy brain just couldn’t make out.
“Hmm, already fucked you silly?”
You grumbled something out, a protest too low to be considered a threat. His hand reached out and started rubbing circles on your button, causing an adorable mewl to leave your lips. His thumb kept up the movement until he felt your overly sensitive walls choking his length, gripping him so hard that his fucking falters. You really hadn’t touched yourself in a long time huh.
Some of the spit gathered in his mouth escaped, coating you as his tongue left his mouth lewdly, cheeks flushed an apple red while his eyes watered at the weight of doings. He pounded you so hard after that he reached ecstasy in a minute, not holding the handles on his pleasure any longer, only relishing in the intimate moment as he reached heaven with you. His movements were so passionate, it was as if he was seeking salvation for his very existence in your body.
He pulled out with a grunt, heart panging at the look in your eyes. You stared in horror at the white gushing out of you, so far from pure or holy, it was thick like the sin you allowed yourself to indulge in.
Tears soaked up your face, unable to believe that you of all people got taken by this god forsaken creature, by this tempting creature that symbolizes sin itself. His fingers had the audacity to reach for your face, trying to wipe away the tears he caused. Your hand went to harahly swat his before a red glint caught your eye, your gut sinking at the implication. You swiftly went to remove it, but the harder you tried the more it seemed to cling to your finger.
“What’s this?!” He rolled his eyes at you, before pointing at the ring in your ring finger.
“This-“ his intense, bloody gaze shifted to you”-this will make sure that wherever you go, I will be able to follow you, that we will belong to each other for eternity, because I, the incubus prince Katsuki Bakugou chose you as my mate, and there’s no way out if that.”
PLEASE MORE BAKUSQUAD X CLASSMATE READER I LOVED IT SO SO SK MUCH
sure thing!
soft yandere bakusquad x fem! classmate! reader
this is a continuation of part one, !!
summary: ever since the bakusquad took a liking to you, you've become an important member of their friendgroup. unfortunately they're not too fond of how much attention your sweet little self is attracting from other students, nor the possible dangers this school might expose you to.
warning: mentions of animal abuse (not at the hands of any character) , manipulation, general toxic yandere behaviour.
i wrote this at 2 am so there might be a few mistakes
the class dynamic in 1a had been weird lately, to say the least.
the question surrounding how much you actually wanted to be a part of your current friend group had created quite the conflict.
any time another member of the class would interact with you, you'd be pulled to the side for a very urgent matter, which required your attention immediately.
like the time momo had asked if you wanted to study with her after school, and bakugou immediately showed up at your side, sending her the coldest eyes he could muster up and gently pulled you closer to him.
"actually y/n said she would watch me train today. you know how she is, breaking a promise is the last thing she'd ever do."
you had no recollection of ever making a promise like that, and yet you just nodded your head softly. in case you actually had made plans with him, you didn't want to seem like a bad friend by forgetting.
this earned a smirk from bakugou at your oblivious compliance.
that is, until you reassured momo that you were free tomorrow and the two of you could study in your room.
another example is that time in the cafeteria when the members of the bakusquad were all sitting at their usual table waiting for you.
they'd encouraged you to stop masking your presence when outside of combat, not realising people would obviously start to question why the prettiest girl they'd ever seen was suddenly walking around school.
that day you were headed towards your table, lunch tray in hand, when monoma jumped in front of you, nearly causing you to fall backwards from the shock, if it hadn't been for shinso catching you.
"easy there sweetheart." the blonde laughs, pushing his golden locks back. "you look familiar, but i don't think i've seen you around campus before... are you a transfer student, or just the girl of my dreams?"
you stood there dumbfounded, trapped between the two male students blocking your path.
“excuse me-”
shinso took the tray out of your hands and softly nudged you towards an empty table, preventing you from any sort of protest.
catching sight of this, kirishima notified his friends of the current situation, pointing over towards you and the two other students.
“ugh sorry about him…” shinso sighs apologetically. “we’re just curious about you. are… you a new a student?”
you sigh in defeat.
“i’m not. my name is y/n l/n and i’ve been in class 1-a since the school year started. we already met at the entrance exam.”
monoma studies your features with a blank stare until he suddenly gasps, smashing his hands on the table and standing up with intense force.
“you’re that girl from the entrance exam! i looked for you all over the first couple of weeks!” he exclaims, attracting the attention of a few students around you. “shinso this is who i told you about! the girl that single handedly took out three robots! everyone just thought they malfunctioned and self destructed since no one saw you do it, except me of course!”
the people listening in on the conversation gasp in shock. the mystery of three self destructing robots had caused quite the stir up in the beginning of the school year. meanwhile everyone had called monoma mad for saying he saw the person responsible for taking them out.
“i’m not crazy! no one believed me but now you’re here!” he brawls, reaching out to pull you into a hug, until a hand firmly grips his shoulder.
“beat it monoma. cant you see she’s dying to get away from you.” denki mutters coldly, his eyes filled with plain hatred.
shinso stands in front of you, taking notice of the obvious tension thats just begging to unfold.
“oh yeah, and who are you to talk?” the blonde says, harshly shoving the hand off his shoulder and turning around to face his schoolmate.
“i happen to be her boyfr- best friend…” denki mutters, standing his ground. “come on y/n, the others are waiting for you.”
he reaches his hand out for you to grab it. shinso looks at its skeptically, still standing in front of you protectively, until you gently pay his shoulder, letting him know it’s alright.
“see you around.” you smile innocently, giving the two a wave before taking denkis hand.
as the boy drags you away, the two friends stand there pondering about the situation.
“i don’t know about you, but somethings off about that group.” shinso states, eyes never leaving your petite form as you sit down with your “friends”
-
“oh y/n i’m so sorry we weren’t there! did they say anything to upset you? i swear if that monoma guy laid a single finger on you i’ll-“ you grab minas hands softly, giving it a little squeeze before smiling kindly.
“it’s okay, they just wanted to know who i was since i looked familiar to them.” you say, going to grab a bite of your pasta salad.
“well yeah, you go to school together.” bakugou huffs, kicking his chair out so he’s sitting more leaned back.
“well i did conceal my presence up until a week ago, so it’s normal for people to start asking questions.” you say, looking up at the angry blonde with those innocent doe eyes of yours. cheeks slightly puffed as you chew your food.
bakugou coyly looks away, putting a hand on his face to cover the heat rising to his cheeks at your cute appearance.
“i just don’t like the thought of people coming up to bother you all the time. that’s it.” he states, looking away angrily.
you just laugh at his stubborn behavior and continue eating your food, occasionally accepting a bite of the others lunch.
“why do you have to be so sweet and perfect? it’d be way easier if you just acted cold towards everyone that’s not us.” kirishima pouts, grabbing a napkin to wipe your face of any crumbs.
“it’s no bother. i don’t mind answering peoples questions.”
“well i do..”
-
since the weekend had finally come around, aizawa had given everyone permission to sleep wherever they wanted as a special treat for doing well on this weeks tests.
of course bakugou had given you no other option than to sleep in his room, and obviously the rest of the group had insisted on joining despite bakugou fighting for his life to deny them access.
but when sero told you he’d feel left out if he couldn’t join sweet little you just had to mention to bakugou that it’d be fun, and you really needed a sleepover with all your best friends.
mina helped you pick out some cute pajamas, and upon entering your blonde neighbors room the boys of the group looked at you with such fondness in their eyes.
“you look so cute oh my god…” kirishima practically burst, wanting to pick you up and stuff you in his pocket.
sero just pulled you onto his lap, insisting him and denki braid your hair.
“what movie should we watch?” mina asks, returning from the kitchen with two bowls of freshly made popcorn.
bakugou turned to look at you with a smirk. “how about a horror movie? pet massacre 2 just came out.”
“ugh is that the one lame movie about that guy getting off on killing peoples pets? it’s just plain bad.” mina complains, grabbing a handful of popcorn.
“hey, my room, my pick.” the blonde responds, reaching for the remote.
“you don’t mind, right y/n? it’s been on my watch list for a really long time.”
the others share a look of understanding, finally catching onto just what’s going on here. they all turn to you with expectant looks.
“uhm.. i don’t mind.” you smile, knowing very well that this could end really bad for you. but who knows, maybe the movies so lame that you won’t mind.
-
only 20 minutes in and you’re already shaking. so far two puppies, a turtle, and a group of ducks have been brutally murdered.
bakugous only thought process is that you’re practically clinging onto him already. he knows for sure that the next jump scare will have you flying into his arms.
but to his surprise, as he looks down to see your reaction, he’s shocked to see your wet eyes and rosy cheeks. the way you bite your lip to hold yourself back is heartbreaking.
he doesn’t even hesitate to turn off the movie.
“hey it was just getting interesting!” sero complains, meanwhile mina mumbles something about almost falling asleep at how lame it was.
at both yours and bakugous silence, the group looks to you with curiosity.
he’s holding you in his big arms, rubbing comforting circles on your back as you sniffle softly into his broad chest.
“hey what… what happened..?” denki asks, him and kirishima coming closer to get a good luck at you, meanwhile mina and sero start scanning you for any injuries.
“i’m sorry it’s so dumb i just… i know it’s just a movie but i- whenever an animal gets hurt in movies i just-“ you gasp for air softly in between your sentences. placing your forehead on bakugous shoulder as he hugs you tight. finding a great deal of comfort in his broad build.
“oh sweetheart it’s not dumb..” kirishima whispers, coming around to the other side of bakugou to meet your eyes. feeling his heart break a little at your helplessly sad expression. “you should just tell us when something upsets you.”
“but.. you- all wanted to watch the movie.” you sniffle, ashamed at how vulnerable and pathetic you must look right now.
“y/n this might be the worst movie i’ve ever seen. you’re a saviour for putting an end to this torture.” mina encourages, handing you a glass of water as you lift your head from bakugous shoulder.
speaking of bakugou. although his expression is stern on the outside, internally he is over the moon at the close contact he’s getting right now. you’ve never been this vulnerable with him before, and it warms something inside of him.
unfortunately you get up from your position, removing his arms from around you despite the much needed comfort they provided.
“thanks.. i’m gonna go the bathroom real quick so um… you can keep watching if you want.” you say, walking out the door without a second word.
the group sits still for a while before kirishima breaks the silence.
“did you do that on purpose?” he asks, the question directed at bakugou.
“well- not exactly. i was hoping it would scare her, not… make her cry.” he sighs, putting his face in his palms.
“it’s not your fault. now we just know how sensitive she really is. maybe we can learn something from this!” mina states, patting bakugous back softly.
“poor y/n.. you can tell she felt bad about crying in front of us.” sero sighs, looking at the door with a longing expression.
“it’s probably because of her damn parents. i’ve noticed it before but she never wants us to worry about her.” kirishima states, recalling the few details you’ve given about your childhood.
“she’s so.. fragile. someone like her shouldn’t ever be exposed to the world the way a hero is. she’ll get torn apart.” bakugou commented, suddenly feeling a wave of protectiveness wash over him.
they sit in silence for a while, all thinking the same thing and pondering about just how serious this is about to get.
“you gotta admit…” denki speaks up, breaking the silence.
summary: you’re a quiet girl who disappears during lunch, is nowhere to be found after school, and always somehow avoids getting called on in class. you’re pretty much invisible, until 1-a moves into the dorms, and suddenly you’ve got everyone’s eyes on you.
(not proof read! sorry for typos)
“i mean a dorm system? how cool is that?! we get to live together!”- denki beams , his bright smile rivaling that of the harsh summer sun. somehow his eyes had managed to increasingly sparkle with excitement for every word he spoke, hyping himself up to the point he’s practically jumping.
sero, mina, and kirishima are just as excited, smiling fondly at their friend’s positive energy, meanwhile bakugou is just trying to contain a smirk, acting like he doesn’t want to be there, as always.
“i think it’s pretty lame. forcing me to live with a bunch of extras.” he’d respond, scoffing every time someone brought up the subject. his hands are placed behind his head, and he takes long steps as their path leads them towards town.
they are going out to celebrate becoming housemates, hopefully stumbling across a cafe or karaoke place somewhere in the busy area.
“speaking of extras, isn’t that our classmate?”
bakugou points in the direction of a large cherry blossom tree, the others following his gaze.
and there, right beneath the scenery, with pink petals falling down ever so gently, sits you! leaning against the tree and feeding a small squirrel that stays by your side as you type something on your laptop.
you occasionally bob your head to the music playing in your headphones, a mix of your favorite playlists on shuffle, groaning quietly when the same ad repeatedly comes up in between songs.
“oh yeah! that’s uhh- who is that again?” kirishima asks, looking to his friend group for help. unfortunately they seem just as blank as him, all visibly trying to remember the girls name.
“this is bad! we’ve been classmates for a whole term and we don’t even know her name!” mina yells, clearly panicking at the thought of being so neglectful of someone else.
“hey… why can’t i remember anything about this chick?!” normally this is a day to day occurrence for bakugou since he thinks of everyone as below him and therefore forgettable, but something about how he doesn’t even know what your voice sounds like, just manages to piss him off in a way he can’t describe.
mina dramatically shakes seros shoulders, violently sobbing about what terrible people they are for forgetting their classmates name.
“w-we should go say hi.” she chokes out, wiping her own invisible tears away and sniffling loudly.
but when she turns back around, the girl is suddenly nowhere to be found, and her spot beneath the cherry tree is completely empty of any sign she was ever there.
“did she see us and leave?” sero asks, rather upset at the thought of you distancing yourself from them for some unknown reason.
“maybe she’s shy! poor thing!”
<3
during the next few days the group find themselves sneaking glances at you every so often throughout class, which doesn’t go unnoticed since you sit in the back row, and they have to turn their heads every time. yet you still don’t bother to meet their eyes at any point, which pisses bakugou off even more.
and once the lesson ends, he storms right up to your desk, roughly slamming his hands onto the surface and knocking your pencil case to the ground. multiple miscellaneous items scatter across the floor, and for the first time since the beginning of school you look into the blonde boy’s crimson eyes.
“you’re really starting to piss me off!“ he yells, taking in your features up close for the first time.
you sigh in disappointment and exhaustion, breaking the eye contact and bending down in front of him, neatly picking up each item and putting it back in its case. mina joins to help, apologizing furiously for her rude friends actions.
“i’m sorry about him… to be honest we’re all just curious about you.” she says, handing you a tiny pink eraser. “you always disappear without a trace.”
you can’t help but laugh while closing up the pencil case and standing to face bakugou.
“yeah… i prefer to avoid situations like these, thanks for your concern.” and with that you walk out of the room, barely acknowledging denki, sero and kirishima who all stand there somewhat flabbergasted.
“what’s her problem..?” bakugou scoffs, kicking the girls desk out of unspoken frustration.
“her problem?! you’re the one that just went all bakugou mode on her! what did you expect her to do, give you a kiss?!” mina scolds, violently smacking the back of his head with her bag.
<3
after that incident bakugou doesn’t approach you again, and his friend group just sends apologetic glances in your direction every time you cross paths.
the looks throughout class dont stop though, since they probably assume they’re being sneaky because you never acknowledge them.
it kind of creeps you out. what had you done to make them so fascinated by you? since school started you’d decided to be as invisible as possible. hagakure is more visible than you and she’s literally invisible!
but alas, today is the day you all move into the dorms! hopefully they’ll find a new interest to silently bother with all the exciting things that will happen now!
wrong.
“alright! that was all the girls dorms. so who do we think won?” ochako grins, a little too excited about the contest.
“hold on! we’re stilling missing one.” mina protests, shoving past the small crowd of her classmates.
the brown haired girl tilts her head in confusion, although still not letting her trademark smile falter
“no i don’t think so… tsuyu isn’t participating so there’s no one else!” she says.
as soon as ochaco finishes her sentence, mina grabs you with both hands placed on your shoulders, pushing you to the front since you’ve been walking mindlessly around the dorm ever since the contest started.
in fact, you were just in the middle of fetching a bottle of water when you suddenly became the center of attention.
“oh… oh! i’m so sorry that’s right! i completely forgot about-…” ochaco seems to come to realization that she doesn’t remember your name, the embarrassment obvious on her red face.
“i’m y/n, don’t worry about forgetting my name, it happens all the time.” you say, softly removing minas hands from your shoulders.
of course! y/n l/n! how come no one could remember your name..? to a certain standard you’re considered very pretty for someone your age, and you seem to be well-spoken enough to make friends. so how come not a single person knows anything about you?
you lead the group of students towards your dorm room, stopping in front of the wooden door. you’re fortunate enough to be neighbors with bakugou, and you live right across from mina as well.
“ta-da.” you monotonously express, opening the door in one simple movement.
to say your room is minimalistic would be an overstatement. your bed sheets consist of a solid light blue color, with white sheets, a single stuffed panda neatly tucked into bed.
on the wall next to your bed hangs a few fake plant vines that nicely cover up the led lights. although not a single poster or wall decoration in sight.
the whole room is pretty neutral, perfectly matching your casual and laid-back personality.
“it’s so… simple” denki says, looking around at nothing in particular.
“what’s your quirk y/n? i-if you don’t mind me asking!” izuku questions, already getting out his notebook.
“hm? i thought you already had a page about me.”
the green haired student flips through his notebook, his cheeks growing increasingly red as he soon comes to the realization that he does in fact have a page on you! he already asked you about your quirk on the first day of school!
“let me see that.” bakugou grunts, grabbing the notebook from his childhood friends hands pretty roughly.
“what does it say?” kirishima asks.
the blonde boy allows his eyes to carefully scan over the handwritten letters multiple times, brows furrowing a bit with each sentence.
“it’s so…-“ he seems to have the word on the tip of his tongue. “-plain..”
everyone deadpans.
“don’t say that while she’s right in front of you!” mina smacks him once again with her bag that seemingly appears out of nowhere.
denki grabs the notebook and clears his throat, preparing to read out loud.
“y/n l/n, 16 years old, quirk allows her to mask her presence.”
“that’s it?”
“how are you in the hero course?!”
the bakusquad has a moment of realization. everything makes so much sense now! you were able to go unnoticed by everyone because you were masking your presence! that’s why no one has ever paid attention to you! you must have been masking your presence so much that people just simply forgot you were ever there in the first place.
“y/n, have you been using your quirk this whole school year?” sero asks, rather sad that you felt the need to go out of your way to avoid attention.
“well i wasn’t planning on it at first, but after the first week i just realized the whole flashy quirk competition on top of festivals and constant competitive school spirit wasn’t really doing me any good.” you look down with a slight frown, sighing softly. “but i still want to become a hero and continue studying here! i just want to do it… quietly.”
it makes sense that aizawa has been allowing it to go on for so long, after all he’s an underground hero too, so he must know what it feels like to not want to be in the public eye too much.
<3
after the dorm contest everyone had been a lot kinder to you, they were all respectful of your wishes to have a more peaceful lifestyle, and didn’t mind it too much when you went to rest in your room instead of watching movies on the couch every night.
well, everyone except for mina, bakugou, kirishima, denki, and sero.
imagine their horror when they find out the reason you’re able to use your quirk for such long periods of time is because you’ve been using it at home for years. a result of unpleasant parents, who in the groups eyes are obviously mentally abusive based on the small information they’ve been able to squeeze out of you.
so of course they start checking up on you! it all begins with mina knocking on your door every morning and asking if you wanna walk to class with her, and if you’re not completely up and ready yet she’ll probably just invite herself in and give you a helping hand!
it’s bearable but definitely something you have to get used to.
for some reason bakugou starts complaining that you’re being too quiet since he lives right next to you. he starts showing you music, movies, and activities to do in your room since it sounds like you’re dead half of the time.
at some point he begins dragging you to his own dorm for “demonstrations” on how to be loud, which includes having you sit in his lap and watch him play games, yelling insults every ten seconds and getting increasingly frustrated that he’s once again on a team with a bunch of cocky kids.
denki and sero join in once in a while but bakugou never lets them touch his controller. so they just kinda sit there and do homework, asking you for help occasionally and giving you “rewards” when you help them. usually it’s candy or just a sweet praise, but eventually it becomes a kiss on the cheek, a headpat, sometimes they hand feed you whatever food they’re snacking on.
and at some point kirishima and mina join in as well, yelling at bakugou to “SHOOT YOU SON OF A BITCH SHOOT HES RIGHT THERE”
ok mostly mina. kirishima just sits there calling him manly and urging him to let you play. and eventually he does! kind of.
bakugou let’s you hold the controller but says what button to press at every opportunity, once in a while muttering a “wow you suck at this” and “how do you do anything without me?”
and apparently he starts using that last sentence as a life motto, because all of a sudden it’s “y/n’s working with us, she can’t do it on her own.”, “you look tired dumbass, i’ll do it.”, “i know you can walk but you’re *so* slow. just get on my back already.”
and let’s not forget how the whole group coos and fawns over you at every opportunity, wether you’re there to witness it or not. they don’t even mind it when you seem ungrateful of their affection, since you’re probably just not used to it! anyone would react the same if they had such terrible and neglectful parents!
and if you try to conceal your presence from them too much, they’ll secretly put a tracker in your phone and follow your every move.
after all, you could get lost! your parents were never there to teach you how to navigate the world!
you’re just so helpless. you need them!
and they’ll happily take you away from all the danger of being a hero in training to prove it.
Dabi, present unwrapping, 🥂, nsfw. Please make darling his present from a league member, all nicely wrapped up 😍
♡ Red Ribbon ♡
(A/N: This turned out way longer than I thought it would 😭😭 My smut fics always turn out longer than my fluff fics, I feel like it’s cause I feel the need to explain my smut fics a little bit more 👉👈 I hope that’s alright, I think this turned out pretty well!!)
Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, NON-CON/DUB-CON, NSFW, fingering, gags, blindfolds, this is a bit darker than my other stuff so be aware 🥺🥺
Summary: Dabi gets an extra special gift from someone who wants back into the League (Yan!Dabi x Fem!reader)
Holiday Cheer Event ➸ ♡
Masterlist ➸ ♡
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Dabi rolls his eyes at his phone. Of course Hawks had left him a voicemail. Dabi was already in a bad mood and this just added to it. He hadn’t been able to see you today. He checked everywhere you frequently visited and your home and your work but you were no where to be found. So he wasn’t going to stalk you tonight he guessed, he hated that.
Dabi puts his phone up to his ear, listening to the voicemail that Hawks has sent him. He expected more begging to help him get back into the league but he was met with that and more.
“Hey. I’m gonna just say it straight, I have a proposal for you. I want back into the league, and I know something you want. So how about we trade? You put in a good word about me to Shigaraki, and you get to keep the present I left you.
You probably don’t remember cause’ you were drunk but you told me about this cute little civilian that you had your eyes on. And what better trade off! I give you her, you get me back into the league, yeah? She’s already at your apartment but if you don’t get me back in the league, I can always take her back”
Dabi listens intensely now, almost not wanting to believe it but the heros tone was to serious to be joking. If it was true, he knew he was absolutely trying everything to get Hawks back into the league. He also regrets the other members telling Hawks where his apartment is.
“Also before you try to murder me, she was already practically nude when I took her. The only thing I did was tie her down to one of your chairs. I also yelled a bit and made some vague threats so she’ll probably be pretty scared. She’ll either be clinging to you or terrified of you.”
Dabi’s body tightens at the mention of you being practically nude, he knew that you slept without much clothes on but he wanted that to be only for his eyes. He knew though that Hawks wouldn’t have done anything if he wanted back in the league, or if he wanted to keep his life.
“Don’t forget, put in a good word to Shigaraki, and she’ll be yours. I won’t report that you have her to anyone, you can keep her. Oh and happy holidays. She’s your present and mine is getting back in the league. Bye”
The voice mail ends, leaving Dabi in silence as he’s almost at the door to his shabby apartment. Sure enough when he opens the door, he can hear your small whimpers and sniffles. Dabi takes a step in, locking the door behind him but now being able to see you.
You’re tied to one of the chairs in his apartment, red ribbon being what’s binding you. The ribbon held you in place, although it was also wrapped around your head covering your eyes as it seemed to be a makeshift blindfold. There was also some bundled up ribbon stuffed in your mouth, acting as a makeshift gag. He can assume with the tears running down your face it’s to stop you from crying to loud.
You flinch when Dabi reaches out to you, gently moving some of your hair out of your face. How can someone be a situation like this yet still look so pretty? He wonders, although you always seemed to be beautiful no matter the situation. So pretty...
Dabi gently moves his hand from pushing back your hair to caressing your face, then down to your neck. Your skin is smooth. You’re probably terrified right now, judging by your fearful whimpers and tears. Although seeing you tied up like this, Dabi doesn’t see anything wrong with a little touching.
Dabi moves the ribbons keeping you bound on your chest and your sports bra up above your breasts so he can get a look at you much to your muffled noises of fear. No harm in a little touching. He tweaks both of your nipples at the same time absolutely loving the strangled noises that come from your mouth. Even if it’s all muffled because of the gag, he still loves it.
He lets out a hum after a moment, watching you writhe in the chair. Or at least as much as you can. He runs his fingers over your stomach and down to your shorts. There’s no way to get them off without untying you, so he opts to just tear them off of you. No reason not to really, he’s already impatient enough to see you so he just decides to rip them in half.
You let out a yelp when Dabi rips them in half. The only sound in his apartment being the ripping of fabric, your muffled whines and whimpers, and Dabi’s labored breaths. He’s never gotten to see you this exposed, this close. And he’s never been able to touch you like this, but now that he has. God, it’s more incredible than he ever thought. You were so perfect.
Dabi gently rubs your clit, watching your body twitch at the contact. He almost pities you, for catching the attention of someone like him. For just so happening to catch the attention of a villain, to become the object of his affection and fixation. But it’s to late now.
You let out a chocked sob when he slips his fingers into you. Dabi stays still for a moment inside you before pumping his fingers. He wonders how scared you must feel right now, or what you’re thinking right now. He can tell by your muffled moans and how wet you’re getting that it must feel good.
Dabi curls his fingers inside of you, listening to you cry out at the feeling. Seems he hit a sweet spot. He does it once again to get your reaction, although this time he moves his hand upwards so his palm brushes against your swollen clit. You let an even louder and lewder noise.
Dabi continues doing different things with his fingers to get different reactions from you. Every single noise you let out is so sweet sounding. Dabi continues curling his fingers in different spots, pumping them at different speeds, scissoring his fingers open and close. Although once he finds a spot that seems to make you moan louder than th others he continues to rub against that one spot.
It’s not to long until you begin to wiggle around in the ribbons, alerting Dabi that your climax is coming soon. Your body convulses when it finally hits you, a loud moan muffled also leaving you. Dabi just continues to finger you waiting until it’s over to stop, after a moment or two he stops and pulls his fingers out, leaving you heaving.
Dabi gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead, before lifting the ribbon above your eyes so you can see him. Your eyes are sparkling with tears. So pretty. So, so pretty.
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Thank you for reading, darling!!
We’re on mobile again lads, too tired to commit to getting my laptop out. Shoutout to the anon that taught me how to do the readmore thing on mobile ty.
Anyways, Bakugou and Kirishima being professional Creeps
(Warnings - dead dove, do not eat. NSFW, graphic rape. Disassociation. Vomit mention (no actual vomit), one weird, incesty comment made by Bakugou)
You’re walking down the street, groceries in hand. It’s dark out, but you aren’t worried. You’ve taken this way home so many times before that you could walk it with your eyes closed, today you had just gotten sidetracked by a cute dog while getting your groceries, so it was a bit later than you were used to. But you had your mace in your pocket, your phone in your hand - you’d be able to call for help if something were to happen
You’re pumped to get home - you had bought a new flavor of your favorite brand of ice cream. Something new and exciting, you were going to put on a movie, sit on the couch, and do a little taste test.
You’re passing a side street, the one with the tiny sand which shop on the corner, where you sometimes stop for lunch. Maybe you’ll go there tomorrow, it’s been a while since you’ve had a hefty sandwich.
Where they came from, you don’t know. But one moment your walking along, minding your business, and the next moment your being dragged to the side, a hand over your mouth, muffling your yell of suprise.
There isn’t even time to scream. You hear a car door open, and then you’re being manhandled up and into the back of a van. At least, you think it’s a van.
Hands are all over your body, holding you down, pressing over your mouth, wrenching your arms behind your back, shoving your face into the floor of the van. Far too many hands for one person.
“Rope? Give it here.” A rough voice sounds behind you, and everything’s happening so fast, you’re not even sure what’s happening.
Someone’s looping rope around your arms, tying knots, tightening them until yours arms ache at the uncomfortable stretch, and the rope is biting painfully into your skin.
You struggle briefly, trying to push your head up, shake free of the hand over your mouth, tell them to wait, to stop.
The man behind you is hauling you into his lap, kicking your legs apart and keeping them spread with his own. He has a hand over your mouth - he’s the same one who grabbed you - and his other hand is kneading at your breast. He punches it through your shirt, and you shriek.
“Stay still, don’t wanna cut you sweetie.” There’s a flash of something sharp being waved around in the darkness. It’s so dark inside the van, you can hardly see. There’s a man in front of you.
Two men, one behind, one in front.
The man before you is stocky, big - you can feel his size as he moves between your spread legs, as his hands grab at your clothes.
You hear the snip of scissors, everything’s moving too fast, you can’t think, you can’t breathe.
One moment you’re safe, the next moment you aren’t.
Clothes are being cut off, it feels weird being bare like this, and it’s wrong, and you grab onto that thought. As soon as the scissors stop moving, you thrash in the first man’s hold, but a quick slap to your naked thigh has you spooking like a rabbit, going deathly still.
There’s fight, flight, or freeze.
“Ei, grab the vibe.” The first voice, the rough one, grumbles from behind you.
The large man in front of you, Ei, leans to the side, still wedges between your thighs. He roots around for a second, before straightening, holding something.
There’s a click, then a buzzing sound, and then you’re crying.
He’s holding a vibrator against your cunt, rubbing it up towards your clit, and it feels good but it’s so sudden.
It’s overwhelming, and you don’t know how you ended up like this.
You arch, a whine bubbling out of your throat, muffled by the calloused hand clamped tight against your mouth. It hurts, but it feels good, but it’s too much.
The man, Ei keeps moving it, following your body no matter how you try to shrink away, wiggle to the side, try to buck his hand off. There’s no escape.
You don’t know how long it takes you to cum. Have you been in the van long?
“Hah, I think the little whore liked that.” The man behind you taunts as Ei turns the vibratory off, tossing it to the side. You’re boneless in the rough man’s arms, exhausted by your orgasm.
Still, there’s so much adrenaline and fear coursing through your body that you feel keyed up. But the fear is muted, soft, unreachable. There’s only what’s happening, and you can’t do anything about it.
Everything feels so weird.
“Kat, here.” You’re being handed over to the soft man, Ei, and the man behind you, Kat, shuffles around.
“Her mouth looks so fucking soft... can’t wait.” You can hear Kat’s grin as you’re laid flat on your back, arms trapped painfully behind you.
You try to say something, but your throat’s dry, and your head feels fuzzy, and maybe this is just some twisted, sick dream.
Your upper half is wrenched to the side, shoulders pulled onto Kat’s lap. Something soft and fleshy taps your face, and you cringe away.
“Bite me, and I’ll end your shit.”
“Kats, chill.”
“Awh, shut up softie. I know you’re fucking aching to get inside her little cunt. Look at how hard you are, damn Ei.”
Kat snickers, and you finally make the connection that the velvet tapping roughly against your lips is a cock.
“The plush ones always make you cum in like, two fucking seconds. It’s cause you’re a mommas boy, ain’t it?”
The man easing your thighs open shrugs. “Guess so.”
“Your mom was fucking hot though, makes sense.”
Ei huffs out a laugh, and you feel pressure ashe eases into your cunt. But you can’t focus on that, not when Kat is growling at you to open up.
You get the feeling that if you don’t open your mouth, something bad will happen.
You open your mouth.
The next few minutes, you don’t even really know what’s happening. Ei’s fucking your pussy, hands gripping your waist as he uses you like a living fleshlight. Kat is thrusting into your mouth, groaning and hissing when your throat closes up around him.
You feel like you might throw up.
Ei keeping groping your flesh, slapping at your tits, pinching and stroking and his hands feel so gross. Your skin is tingling, but yet it somehow feels numb. Kat keeps slapping your face around, and you’re choking on his cock, and this all feels too weird to actually be happening.
You can’t stop thinking about your ice cream. Had you dropped the groceries when Kat grabbed you? Hopefully the ice cream hadn’t opened up.
It feels like they take forever, but at the same time, you don’t think any time has really passed. You were outside carrying groceries just a few seconds ago.
Then Kat is pulling out of your mouth, shoving you fully onto your back so he can jack off onto your tits. You don’t feel his cum splatter across your chest, but you feel the wetness as he rubs it into your skin, chuckling darkly.
Ei is still going, and it hurts. He’s big - if you weren’t loose from the orgasm pulled out of you by the vibe, you think he probably would’ve torn you open.
He pulls out, and then there’s warmth striping over your stomach, and Kat’s rubbing that in too.
Both men are a little breathless, and so are you, but you think you actually might be hyperventilating.
“Where’s the wipes?”
A package thumps next to your head, and Kat grabs it, muttering our a “thanks” to his partner-in-crime.
Cool, wet baby wipes swipe over your skin, cleaning up the mess. Your arms are still tied behind your back.
“Kat, where’re the clothes?”
“Underneath the passenger seat, where I always put the damn clothes.”
There’s shuffling, and then the sound of a ziplock bag being undone.
A baby wipe swipes over your pussy, scrubbing. You’re sensitive, and when two fingers enter you, stuffing a wipe against your walls, you whimper.
“Stop being so rough, you aren’t an animal.”
“Shut the hell up, I’m the one making sure we don’t get fuckin’ caught.”
The fingers pull out of your entrance though, taking the wipe with them.
You’re being sat up, a shirt roughly yanked over your head. It’s soft, smells like detergent. Ei’s lifting your legs, tugging sweatpants onto your body. They’re too big, but they’re comfy.
You realize you still have your shoes on.
“All done, let’s get her out.”
“Wait-“ Kat says, and thenyour jaw is being wrenched open, and a hand is shoving a baby wipe into your mouth. You retch, pushing at Kat’s wrist, but the man is stronger than you, holds you still while he rubs at your mouth.
“Kat, she’s gonna throw up.”
“Nah, she’s fine. Besides, even if she does, all the better right? No swab’ll be able to find anything after she blows chunks.”
Ei sighs.
Finally, the hand pulls away, and you cough, doubling over as you splutter. The taste lingers, and you want to throw up.
“All done. Let’s go.”
A hand pats your cheek “Bye bitch, it was fun.” Kat laughs, before climbing towards the front of the van.
Ei pushes you towards the back doors, opens them, helps you get your feet under you.
He doesn’t say anything as he pushes you towards your forgotten grocery bags, your dropped phone.
His hands leave your back, and you hear him shut the van doors, hear him walk around to the drivers side.
The van starts, and then it’s driving away, and you’re all by yourself.
JFHSKADHFJH GIRL U REALLY OUT HERE BLESSING US WITH GOOD CONTENT I CANT- ;O;; <33 that nsfw dabi got me thinking tho,,,, how soft he would be when he finds out his s/o is a virgin? It could be a lil angsty too if at first he thinks his s/o thought doesn't likes his advances because she thinks his DISGUSTANGG or smthg like that bUT ITS ACTUALLY COS SHE JUST HASNT DONE ANYTHING LIKE THAT AHH SORRY I JUST REALLY LOVE YOUR WORK <33
♡ First Time ♡ (NSFW)
Yandere Dabi x Fem!reader
I was actually thinking about writing something like this anyway so I’m glad you requested! Thank you! I got kinda carried away with this one haha....
Dabi looks over at the clock. 1:26 a.m. Your always in bed by a normal time. Dabi’s been trying to get you to like him a bit more.Normally you try to wiggle away or just stay there tense. But recently you’ve been more affectionate kind of seeking out comfort. Now Dabi knows he’s not exactly the most... handsome guy. He was decent before his...um... accident. But when he looks like a burnt piece of bacon, he can’t really blame you for not wanting him. Especially after he kidnapped you.
Dabi takes off his boots before heading to the bedroom, he creaks the door open. He sees you under the comforter. You definitely not asleep. Although Dabi can see your back as it wasn’t covered by the blanket. Is that.. his shirt? Taking a closer look at it, it definitely was.
Dabi, knowing your not asleep, pooped down on the bed next to you. You immediately sat up not knowing he was home. “Hey. Nice shirt” Dabi smirks, you’re so cute in his shirt. Reaching over, he grabs you placing you to be straddling his lap. You only let out a flustered noise and hide your face with both of your hands. Both at his comment about the shirt and being placed on him in such a way.
“Did I embarrass you, kitten?” Dabi coos into your ear only lightly chuckling at your cute reactions. “I’m proud of you. I know you don’t like it here or me. But your doing great. I wish I could let you outside and take you to do normal stuff, but it’s to dangerous” Dabi says before lightly kissing your neck up to your ears. But one thing he says sticks in your mind.
“I... But I do like it here..” you say quietly “A-and I like you..” you say embarrassed by the words that are coming out of your mouth. Dabi furrows his brows, before removing his head from your neck. Looking at your face for any signs of deception. “Are you lying to me?” Dabi questions meaning to sound more strict but when the words leave his mouth they sound more insecure. You only hum and nod slightly in response, looking down and fidgeting with your fingers.
“Thank you, angel” Dabi says before leaning in and kissing you. The soft kissing though quickly turned into a makeout session. You clearly weren’t very experienced. Dabi although has had plenty of one-night-stands. But this was you, you were special, everything was about you.
Then Dabi still holding your face with two hands, feeling bold, started to grind against you. You let out a small squeak into his mouth and lean away, panting. “I’m sorry, babydoll” he apologizes, of course you don’t want to make love to him. He wouldn’t want to either.
“Um.. I um.. I’ve never done anything like t-this before...” Your voice got more and more distant and quiet as you spoke. You curled back away from him as though you were scared of his reaction to what you said.
“You’re a virgin?” Dabi asked, he’s honestly a little shocked. Someone as beautiful and sweet as you has never had someone make love to them? You only slightly nod in response “Not even masturbated before?” You had to at least gotten yourself off before. Only you nod your head no in response. “I’m sorry, I-I don’t know how to.. y’know..” you say as though you’re embarrassed to say you’ve never fucked.
Dabi thinks about it for a moment. This means he’s the only person who will love you this much. Who will get this close to you. Love you as much as you deserve. Dabi gently flips you around so your underneath him laying against the mattress. “Its ok, I’ll show you how, babygirl” He coos grabbing your, well technically his, shirt over your head tossing it on the floor. Then doing the same with your bottoms, you close your legs together when he does.
Moving his hand down towards your crotch. “You’re so wet, Princess” Dabi says rubbing your juices over your crotch. You let out a small whine when he does so. “I know, baby. Don’t worry, I’m gonna take real good care of you, alright?” He speaks softly. You bring your hand to cover your mouth when he slowly starts rubbing your clit.
Dabi takes your hand off your mouth with his free one. “I wanna hear those noises, little one. Does it feel good?” He already knows the answer to that question but he wants to hear you say it. “Uh-huh” is all you can muster up.
“This is probably gonna hurt, ok? Can you hold onto me?” Dabi asks knowing that your a virgin and this is definitely going to hurt. Dabi strips before climbing on top of you. You’re nervous he can tell, although he can’t blame you, Dabi knows his member is slightly above average as well as the home-done cock piercing look strange.
Dabi lines himself up with your entrance. You scrunch up your face, at least he told you it would hurt. Dabi loudly groans as he lets his tip enter you. “D-Dabi.. it really hurts...” you whisper as your eyes water
“Aw, I know, doll. In a minute it will stop hurting and feel good, I promise” Dabi comforts. Pushing slowly into you. You let out cry’s of, pain or pleasure you can’t tell. After a minute or two “See look, you did it” Dabi comforts and sure enough, when you look down he’s balls deep.
Tears stream down your face when Dabi starts moving inside of you using his hand rub your abused clit. With every pump of his hips you let out a lewd cry. Dabi knows he promised he’d go slow but he decides to speed it up a bit. “Does it feel good, Princess?” Dabi whispers into your ear, you only nod and moan in response.
Dabi moves to kiss away your tears streaming down your face. It only takes a couple of minutes for your walls to clench even tighter around him, you’re doing so good. But he wants you to do one thing first “Who’s making you feel this good?” Dabi asks and you only moan out a “You”. Not the answer Dabi’s looking for “Try again, baby. What’s my name?” He says using his hand to make you look at him.
“D-Dabi”
“Say it again”
“Dabi”
“Louder, Princess”
“Dabi!” You say as loud as you can without screaming. You’re totally making a hentai face. A white light burst behind your eyelids. At the pretty much same time Dabi reaches his climax, with a loud groan to. You two are both panting, your lying limp against the bed. “You did so good, bunny”
Would love to hear about shigaraki liking shy girls👀 because he’s 100% terrible at it. He tries to be smooth, or what he thinks is smooth, but more often than not it comes out harsh or awkward and makes them even more nervous and withdrawn. Which leads to him getting frustrated and then being too blunt and the girls are just like “...okay”
asdgkh;asdl ok ok YES and i'll preface this by saying that everyone who reads this should go check out @/ringpop-poppy who started this conversation and is a fantastic writer i just got very very excited MINORS DNI
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Shigaraki orders pizza to the league headquarters, and there you are, unable to make eye contact, which suits him just fine, being a wanted criminal.
"H-here," You hand him the pizza and turn away, ready to take off towards your shitty car, parked illegally.
"I didn't pay." He says, realizing a second too late how fucking stupid that is, how fucking stupid he is, for drawing more attention to himself, for turning down a free pizza.
"Oh!" You turn on your heels, snow falling on your ugly nubby polo, "Oh my god, thank you so m-much," You turn, looking at him, so genuinely grateful it warms an ember so deep within himself he thought it had cooled permanently a long time ago. He digs for his wallet, and hands you the cash. You don't drop your smile, bowing your head to him.
"Thanks um, again, sir." He just nods, cock twitching in his pants at the nickname. He swears he doesn't mean to, just going for a walk, but he finds himself walking with his hood up, to the pizza place you work at, hangs around when you're around, not quite coming in, not quite leaving. Tells himself he' isn't following you home, just still walking, it just happens to be where you're walking.
At least, that's what he tells himself the first time, and the second time, but by the third time, he's owning it. Doesn't care. He's suffered, isn't he entitled to this, to watching your cute little hands shake in the cold as you fumble with the key to your apartment building's front door? To watch you rip off your ugly work shirt in your shitty little apartment, to see your plain bra, your panties that never match it, what crappy tv show you turn on low volume so that it doesn't feel like you're eating alone? He doesn't know for sure that's what you're doing but, thats what he does.
Dabi starts teasing him, and he hates it, he's filled with a new angry frustration, and fucking his fist to the thought of you doesn't help. He orders more pizza and get's inhumanely angry when you're not the one who delivers it.
"Where's the girl," He breathes, voice soft and light, beliying his appearance. The guy shrugs.
"She called in sick." He waits expectantly, but Shigaraki doesn't tip him, barely waiting until he's pulled away to start off to walk to your apartment, unsure why, mind full of you, alone, feverish, you stupid fucking thing, you definitely didn't have health insurance, definitely didn't have medicine.
He yanks the flimsy door to your shitty building open, and stalks up the stairs, unsure of what he'll do when he gets to the door, he can't, he can't knock. Can he? Turns out he doesnt have to make a choice.
You open the door, conspicuously bundled, only your eyes visible, but it's enough face for him to realize you definitely recognize him, a nervous squeak coming from under your scarf.
"Where are you going?" He asks, unbidden, aware of how strange the question is, he can see the flush on your face, the faraway look in your eyes.
"T-to the drugstore." You mumble.
"No." He says, and you cock your head at him, not arguing, what a sweet fucking thing, no, you need him, or someone's going to take advantage of your gentle demeanor, he can't believe he's found someone whose actually pure, actually kind, actually good, in this absolutely fucked world. "I'll take you." You sniff, and then look at him with soft trust.
(A/N: I hope you like thissss 🥺👉👈 I’m not super great at single word NSFW prompts but I did the whole prompt thing to challenge myself!! I hope you like this, I’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted or expected 💖)
Content Warning ⚠️: NSFW, Manipulation, Fingering, Dabi thinking about the nasty, corruption kink, virgin!reader, innocence kink, DUBCON
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Prompt: Dabi + Corruption Kink (Yan!Dabi x Fem!Reader)
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How could someone be doing something so innocent yet be so sexy? That was a question that Dabi had to ask himself while looking at you. You had to wear the shortest skirt possible, didn’t you? Granted, he had bought it for you. But, damn, the way you looked in that little pleated skirt was making his mind race.
Yet, you had absolutely no idea. You had been kidnapped by Dabi a few months ago. You had been absolutely terrified at first, sobbing and begging him not to hurt you. However it had been about two months since then and you had begin accept it. Doing what he asked and letting him do things such as cuddle you and kiss you.
Although it’s been torture for Dabi just to innocently love on you. Of course he loved having you sit on his lap but it was so painful when you accidentally shuffled while cuddling. You had no idea how hard it is not to ravish you.
You reach up, trying to reach one of the top shelves, wanting a small snack. The already short skirt becoming even shorter as you reach up, your lace panties becoming visible. Dabi can’t take it anymore.
“Princess, c’mere” Dabi calls, sitting casually on the couch. You let out a small ‘huh’, tilting your head at him before padding over to the couch. You stand in front of him, waiting for whatever he wants you to do. Your lashes sweetly batting against your skin. Dabi smirks slightly, patting his thigh, signaling you to sit.
You do as he says, gently sitting down in his lap and laying your head against his chest like you know he likes. “Dabi?” You question, instead of letting you cuddle him, he instead lifts your head to look at him. Before you can question further, Dabi is placing a kiss on your lips.
“You look so pretty for me, bunny, you know that?” Dabi coos, gently caressing your thigh with his thumb. His words are always embarrassing to you, causing you to look away and fiddle with your fingers. “Thank you” you mumble, completely flustered. Yes, Dabi is always complimenting you and sweet talking you, but it still manages to fluster you every time.
Dabi smirks at your reaction, giving you another kiss as he begins to lift your shirt. “He-Hey...” you reach down, trying to pull your shirt back down but Dabi easily over powers you. “S-Stop! That’s inappropriate...” You continue, trying to cover up your now bare chest. “Calm down, sweets, it’s totally normal” he snickers “I just wanna see how pretty you are” Dabi calmly speaks, his voice and attitude so calm it makes you rethink why you feel uncomfortable with this.
You gulp when Dabi also pushes your skirt up above your thighs, revealing your panties. “Shh, calm down, babygirl” Dabi shushes, petting your hair with one hand and pulling down your panties with the other. “I’m making sure my princess feels good” He continues, cupping your cunt with his hand causing you to whimper at the warmth.
“You’re so wet, baby. Do you even know what that means?” Dabi asks, gently rubbing your clit causing you to let out an involuntary mewl. You whimper once again and shake your head from side to side. “Hey, no need to cry, princess” Dabi speaks at your teary eyes. “P-Please stop, feels w-weird” you whisper, bunching up Dabi’s shirt in your fists.
“It’s alright, princess. It’s gonna feel weird at first” Dabi kisses one of your tears away. It’s taking even thing in his body not to pounce on you at this moment. He loves to sweet talk you and be soft with you, but he wishes he could flip you over and fuck you until you can’t speak. However he knows he’ll have the chance to do that with you later.
“O-Ow! Wait, that really hurts” you cry, tears now running down your face when Dabi actually pushes his fingers into you. “Baby, calm down. It’s gonna’ keep hurting if you keep whining” Dabi coos, gently brushing stray hair out of your face. You couldn’t tell him to stop especially when he’s being so understanding and sweet with you.
Dabi begins spreading his fingers inside of you, watching your face scrunch up at the feeling of him stretching you open, the burning not feeling entirely awful but not entirely pleasurable either. You let out small whines and ouches every once and while between the pants and moans.
Dabi could go at this all day, and if everything goes with what he wants, he will be. By the end of the day, Dabi hopes you won’t even be able to walk.
❝Dabi, can I please get a pet cat? It gets lonely when you are gone...❞
"A cat?"
Something almost like hope twists itself into your heart when you see his eyes widen just a bit, the thin lines of his eyebrows raising with them.
For a moment, you let your eyelids slip close--let yourself imagine the cat. Imagine its soft fur and gentle purring, imagine feeding it in the morning and having something to care about, something kind and sweet and caring and all your own. What would you name it? Would it be black or grey or tabby? Fluffy or short-haired? Would it sleep on your bed or on your pillow?
When you look back up at him, he's watching you, eyes glinting in amusement.
"That's cute," he murmurs. "Real cute." As if he can read your thoughts. Maybe he can. Maybe his quirk burns deeper than he's let on, and every little thought you think in that little brain of yours is filtered right to him.
Either way, he pulls you close, fingertips bruising on your hips. His breath is warm and familiar as he leans down, voice puffing on your cheek.
"If you're lonely, I'll just make sure to be around more often. Sound good?"
The twisting strand of hope crumbles just as easily as it came.
I am sliding in to request some yandere incubus Kirishima 👀. Maybe dubcon with a bit of a resistant darling who he coaxes and persuades into fucking him. Maybe uses incubus powers to have her be more willing and overstimulates her like crazy. Go as wild as you want, I don’t mind 👀
A full month and 5.3k words later...it is finished.
From now on if anyone wants an example of my writing at its best (and most selfishly self indulgent) I shall send them this fic.
Warnings for this one: Dub con, drugging (kinda? magical drugging), some violence/blood mention, Delusional Yan Kiri at its finest.
The house was still as he hovered outside of your window, peering inside carefully. You were normally asleep by this time…The redhead practically vibrated with excitement as he slipped his claws under your window, slowly pushing it up. He had broken the lock several months ago when he had first caught your scent, peering through your window and finding you in the midst of a wet dream, desperately rubbing your thighs together in your sleep as you gasped. You were just so tempting he couldn’t help himself from slipping inside and eating you up~
You had been so beautiful that night, arched out under the moonlight gasping and twitching around him. Every meal before you suddenly felt so lacking. He may have gotten a little…over excited and watched with guilt as you struggled to get through the next day, completely exhausted after how much he had fed off of you. Even despite the guilt he felt, he couldn’t help but feel a deep yearning towards you, the desire to take even more.
He had never felt the urge to eat the same meal twice before you. Yet he found himself returning to you night after night, every time hunger pains shot through him, whenever he felt his own magic and energy starting to fade yours was the first face that popped into his mind. He had tried to go to other food sources but they always felt…lacking. Bland and unseasoned, their noises and fluids did nothing to excite him the way yours did. He was left full and energized, fed to the brim after desperately taking and feeding on his new virgin meals, but it always left him antsy and unsatisfied, haunted by the memory of your scent, your taste, just you.
It had gotten to the point where he was…touching himself. Masturbating! At the thought of you! The shame was so deep he had wanted to rip off his wings and tail, ashamed that a high class Incubus like him would become so desperate over some random little human that he would lower himself to self pleasure was…horrifying to say the least.
He took a deep shuddering breath just at the memory of those dark times as he glided further into your room, letting your scent surround him as he purred softly. Your scent already had the stress from those memories melting away, leaving him feeling fuzzy and relaxed, as it should! His mate should calm him~
Mate…just the thought of the word had him warm and giddy inside. It had taken him weeks to realize what all the feelings he had meant, you smelling and tasting so good, he was left unable to feed properly. He almost felt ashamed that he had made you wait so long before he realized! Oh, he hoped you would forgive him! What was he thinking, of course, you would! The two of you were destined for each other of course!
Oh, it was so exciting! You would be only his to hold, his to touch! Your small, fragile mortal body would curl up against his, warm and soft against him, arching and nuzzling into his touches like a good little girl~ He would sweep you up into his arms, being praised as your manly hero as he takes you away from your pathetic human world! No one would be able to stop him or deny him of his claim.
He would kill them if they tried.
His hand was trembling slightly with excitement as he reached out towards your bed, pulling your blankets aside as he crawled into the bed, inhaling deeply as he let your scent wrap around him.
Oh…He was so giddy thinking of all the things he could do with you now! He had always dreamed of having his own little mate to call his~ Someone made to please him, to love him, to be with him. Every inch of you from your head all the way down to the tips of your toes was built to be perfect for him~ Would you feel the same about him? Already he ached for you, ached for your touch, as many Incubi did when they found their mates, but you were human. Still, he liked to think that you were just as drawn to him as he was to you.
He could already picture it, you looking up at him, teary eyed and sleepy, begging for him to crawl into your bed, wrap you up in his arms and wings and hold you so you could sleep. You would beg for him so prettily, whimpering that you can’t sleep without him. He would wrap you up tight in his arms, carry you to the bed and ravish you until you couldn’t stay awake anymore~ He gasped softly nuzzling your pillow, breathing in hard as he purred softly. How would he do it?
Maybe he’d bury himself between your thighs, lapping and sucking at your dripping cunt, drinking your juices and working you through orgasm after orgasm until you have no choice but to pass out from the pleasure. Or maybe he’d stuff you full of his cock, rocking slowly up into you, drinking up every noise of pleasure as he makes love to you; tenderly bringing you to completion as you stayed limp and submissive under him, falling asleep while still rolling in the pleasure he gave you.
You would be so good for him wouldn’t you? Let him take you over and over, let him please you and bring you to the heights of pleasure. You would never touch another ever again…too desperate and needy for him, so perfect for…
He moaned low and deep, his hand dragging over his dick that was straining hard against his loose fitting pants. Every nerve in his body felt on edge, even just the brushing of fabric against his skin sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. Fuck…He needed you so bad.
He couldn’t stop the small unmanly whimper that came from him as he tugged his pants down just enough for his member to pop out, the cold air hitting it leaving him shuttering hard. His teeth ached, begging to sink into your sensitive skin, to claim you, mark you up as his. He had never felt like this felt so…desperate.
It was addicting.
You did this to him…made him feel. Something he had always chased, desperate for the escape from the apathy that came with his cursed existence, doomed to forever chase the hunger and high of feeding off the pleasure of those who could feel. Yet here you were giving it to him freely. It was so addicting, to have all these feelings, towards you!!
He could never go back to the way it was before. He wouldn’t let it go back. He would kill anyone who tried to take you away from him, who tried to take this away…
He groaned, his entire body trembling all the way down to the tip of his tail as he slowly wrapped his fist around his cock, pumping it in his clawed hand. He could already imagine stuffing you full, coating you inside and out with his cum, claiming you so good no one would ever even question who you belonged to.
Oh, he couldn’t wait any longer! He wanted so badly to be inside you, cock nestled between your walls, your cunt squeezing down around him as his mouth and hands dragged over your soft skin. Already he could picture his claiming mark painted on your skin…
Something was nagging at him, an itch deep in the back of his brain as he swiped his thumb over his cock, huffing your scent as he pressed his face deeper into your pillow. He was missing something but he was too drunk on your scent, too focused on the build to his release to pay attention to the alarm bells blaring in his brain.
At least until he heard the bedroom door creak open followed by a frightened shriek.
“What the hell are you doing in my house?!”
He panicked, flailing as he spun around and sat up at the same time, staring at you wide eyed. Fuck! He had gotten so caught up in his fantasy he hadn’t even realized you weren’t in the bed, which meant you clearly weren’t asleep.
“I-I um, oh man I didn’t mean for you to meet me like this…”
You stared at him in confusion, eyes slowly dragging down until they locked onto his member, hard and leaking against his stomach. Your face immediately flushed hot, a startled squeak coming from you. Despite his panic as he tumbled out of your bed, clawed feet hitting your floor with loud clicks that just seemed to frighten you even more. He couldn't help the curl of amusement that swirled in his gut over the fact that you had immediately averted your eyes. Humans were always such silly things, so shy about sex and bits. Incubi were much more…open. Something you were going to have to get used to since he had no plans on hiding his dick away from his mate. Hell, the only reason he wore pants is because he thought they looked hella manly and cool! Like those famous actors from human movies! But now that he had a mate, he couldn’t imagine having something stopping him from just immediately taking you whenever and wherever he wanted, even if it was only for a second.
“Don’t be mad! I know im a bit late but I promise I’ll make it up to you~”
He calmed himself, grinning at you as he held his arms out as if asking for a hug as he advanced on you. You found yourself stumbling back as you stared at him in horror. He looked like something straight out of a horror movie, skin dark and reddened like blood, blackened horns jutting out and twisting around his head grotesquely, with every move the skin stretched over them almost seemed to pulse slightly as his slitted eyes roamed your body with a shamelessly large grin. Disgust and fear curled in your stomach as jagged sharp teeth were revealed to you, tapering off into sharp points just like the claws that spurted from his hands and feet. You could see a tail sway behind him, brushing the bottoms of large stretched out wings that were already curling towards you, stretching out as you stumbled back.
What…was he? For the briefest of moments you had thought it was the man from your dreams, warm and handsome as he fucked you, stuffed you full and left you shaking and crying for more. Every night you dreamt of him you woke up feeling sore but sated, your entire body aching but feeling so warm, the flashes of red hair and a bright smile still behind your eyelids. Warm moans and sweet praises still echoing faintly in your ears. This…thing in front of you was far from him.
“Stay the fuck away from me!”
You spun around, grabbing the door frame as you tensed, trying to run. Run where though? To the phone? Out the door? Should you scream for help? Who would believe you if you told them this this…demon was in your house, jerking off in your bed?
You had just barely made it out the door, feet sliding across the wood floor and nearly tripping you up when he moved too. In a flash he was through the door, behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the floor. You hadn’t even seen him move from his spot standing next to your bed.
“Let go of me! You sick fuck! Pervert! Help!”
You screamed kicking and flailing in his arms as he easily held you up off the floor. You tried elbowing his head, biting, scratching, hitting him in any way you could with your back pressed tightly against his chest and strong arms restraining you by your waist. He just laughed brightly as you hit him, any strikes just bouncing off his hard skin as he turned around to walk you back to your room.
“Feisty! I like that!”
Rage filled your chest when he laughed at your attempts to free yourself. He was left unaffected while you were left throbbing in pain, every hit feeling like you were trying to punch a boulder. It was hopeless attacking him, it was clear he was stronger than you. So you did the only thing you could think to do.
You grabbed onto the door frame as he walked through, clutching it hard enough it hurt, refusing to let go even when he tugged you lightly. The bright grin that had been plastered on his face faded slightly, and you took that victory and clung to it, clutching the door frame tighter.
”Come on, don’t be like that. I know you want to play hard to get but I don’t want to hurt you. Look, you’re hurting yourself. Let go.”
You clung tighter, ignoring the rough wood digging into your palms hard enough that you were sure you would have slivers and cuts when you did let go. You didn’t care.
“Hard to get?! I'm not playing anything! Let go of me!”
You twisted trying to kick him again, lips curling into a snarl as he sighed at you. He shifted you in his hold, one arm unwinding from your waist just to hook under your thighs as he stepped closer, holding you firmer against his chest.
“You’re just nervous~ Don’t worry, Im sure any mortal would be, you probably don’t understand it completely yet, do you?~ I’ll help you relax~”
Understand what? Did the man have some sort of delusional fantasy about you? Anxiety filled you as you squirmed in the new grip as best as you could, trying to shove him away without letting go of your deathgrip on your door. You opened your mouth to snap at him, argue even more, kick and scream, anything so he would let go of you when a sweet scent started pouring off of the beast. You were breathing hard, both from the yelling and fighting, you got a large lungful of the smell before you could even register it was there.
The effects were immediate. Your head spun hard, hard enough you had to squeeze your eyes closed to stop the way the room suddenly spun hard, your entire body instantly falling limp in his arms.
“There you go~ Much better…”
You forced your eyes open again once everything stopped spinning so hard, staring up at the demon holding you with wide confused eyes. What did he do to you? He had shifted you so he was cradling you bridal style, you reached up to push at his chest, to push him away. You tried at least, your movements were slow, your body feeling weak. You pressed your hands against his chest, but you couldn’t find the strength to shove at him, to resist the jolts of pleasure that shocked you when you touched him.
“Easy there~ You might rile me up even more.”
You felt your face grow hot as he grinned down at you, ripping your hands away from his chest through pure will alone. Your cheeks burned even hotter when he chuckled down at you, sitting down on your bed and turning to settle you down in his lap.
You shook hard as he wound his tail around your waist, tugging you until you were in a position he liked, large hands pressing against your stomach and sliding down your thighs, exploring your body, your skin in a way that felt so familiar…like he had done it before. You felt painfully aware of how his chiseled chest felt pressed against your back, how in this position, with your legs spread wide to try and straddle his thick thighs you could feel his hard on brushing up against your panties. You could feel your tummy flip as your cunt twitched, clenching down on nothing with every brush against your clothed heat.
“Please don’t hurt me…”
You were panting hard, desperate panicked breaths just proving to intoxicate you further, the sweet scent pouring off of him twisting around your senses and filling your head up. Every breath you took drained more of your fight out of you, panic and fear slowly being replaced with something…warm. Something sweet. You couldn’t bring yourself to push him away or thrash and fight like you were before. You felt disconnected from your body, willing it to move but you couldn’t manage more than the weak twitches of your fingertips and toes. You wanted to jump, pull away, do anything. Shamefully you noticed you were getting wet, soaking through your panties as your entire body tingled, arousal coiling tight in your gut.
“Oh, no, no, sweetie~ I’d never hurt you…Well, not unless you wanted me to.”
He grinned down at you, sharp and dangerous, his jagged teeth glinting under the moonlight that poured in from the open window.
You were panting hard, every weak gasp for air just proving to drunken you even further as you breathed in his scent, unable to stop yourself from slumping against his body. You trembled mewling weakly as his claws trailed down your skin, even just the soft scrape of his claws against your skin sending jolts of pleasure straight to your throbbing cunt. You jolted against his chest when his fingers finally pressed flat against your abdomen, claws easily hooking under your panties, hand sliding in to cup your privates fully.
“Good girl~ So wet for me~”
You trembled in his arms, flushing bright red when his hand was quickly coated in your fluids, hyperaware of the feeling of it slowly dripping out of your throbbing sex. You were painfully focused on his touch as his middle finger dipped between your lips, rubbing at your clit and entrance all at once, smirking as you jolted hard, a loud startled moan bubbling from your chest before you could stop it. You shuttered in his arms, whimpering as you arched back against him as he kept moving, rubbing at you as a deep growl vibrated through his chest.
“That’s it~ Good girl~”
You gasped, keening softly as he pulled his hand out of your underwear, making sure to drag his finger across your clit the entire way. Immediately his hands hooked under your bare thighs, smearing your juices across your skin as he lifted you up.
“Let's get you out of these~”
He purred as he maneuvered you, easily holding you up with one hand as he dipped one clawed finger under the band of your panties, easily shredding through the fabric and tossing it to the side. You gasped whimpering as cold air finally hit your heated flesh. God...it felt like you were burning up. You could feel wetness dripping out of you, coating your thighs and dripping down onto his cock. You wanted to feel shame, fear, but your thoughts were too fuzzy, too consumed by the overwhelming lust that filled your entire body.
“Now you’re getting into it, such a good girl~ My good little mate...Fuck you’re so soaked for me~”
You shivered moaning softly at his deep voice in your ear as he picked you up yet again, moving you until you were face down on the bed, hips propped up so he could grind his swollen cock against your dripping cunt. You found yourself drooling into your mattress as you desperately tried to rock back against his cock with your limited mobility. Fuck...you just...needed. You whined high and loud, frustrated as he chuckled down at you, his claws brushing down your back, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he cooed down at you.
“Be patient. I’ll give you what you need...”
The sweet smell got even stronger as he leaned over you, pressing his chest against your back, cock rubbing between his thighs as his hands moved up to cup your breasts. You found yourself melting into the touch, panting and mewling weakly as he rolled your nipples between his fingers, claws leaving shallow scratches across your skin. Even that felt good…
“Such a good mate! Look at you, so gorgeous...I could eat you forever, you know~”
He purred nipping at your ear as he drank up your sweet pleasured cries, rocking his hips between yours as he thrust blindly between your thighs. Low grunts and groans were panted out right in your ear as he rut against your pussy, blindly searching for your entrance.
“Gonna fill you up so good...fill you full of my seed. Make you mine!”
He growled his cock bumping against your hole, nudging against it before sliding past. Growling again he slowly pulled back, keeping his hands around your stomach as he lined himself up before thrusting into you. Claws pricked at your stomach, drawing small beads of blood as he forced you to take him all the way to the base in one thrust.
You cried out, trembling hard as you clamped down around his cock as he stuffed you full. Your brain was telling you it should hurt, you shouldn’t’ve been able to take him like that, but all you could think about was the waves of pleasure rolling through you as you moaned. It was like you were molded to his cock, made to take him, made to be filled like this. The overwhelming feeling of wholeness made your head spin as pleasure danced along your spine.
“You feel so good around me, baby~ I knew you were made to take me like this...that very first time your pretty little cunt wrapped around my cock, I knew I loved you.”
He gushed eagerly, voice rough in your ear as he rambled between moans, rocking his hips inside of you. First time…? What did he mean by-
You didn’t have time to register that fully, let alone ask him. He pulled out, cock dragging against your walls as you twitched and clenched around him before immediately thrusting back in, leaving you arching back against his chest, crying out for him.
“You’re so tight~ It’s like you never want to let me go~ You must love me a whole lot, don’t you, baby?”
He growled happily in your ear as he started a rough and brutal pace, hips slapping against yours, the force of each thrust hard enough you found yourself jolting forward, only held in place by the iron grip he had around your stomach.
He fucked you like he was making a claim, the wet sounds of your pussy clenching around him with every thrust filling the room along with his grunts and growls and your desperate pleasured cries. All you could do was hold on, your hands balled into fists as you clung to the sheets below you as waves of pleasure rolled over you, unable to think of anything but Kirishima. Every breath you took was his scent, all you could feel was his cock thrusting deep inside of you, his chest pressed against yours, the way he was kissing and nipping at your jaw.
You didn’t even realize he had never told you his name, the very one you were whimpering.
“Look, baby~ I'm right here.”
You could feel the toothy grin against the back of your neck as a large hand pressed against your stomach, pushing hard enough you could feel every single thrust all the more. You sobbed in pleasure torn between grabbing his hand and ripping it away from your stomach and pushing it harder against it. Anything to keep the pleasure dancing behind your eyes.
You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, long enough that your throat felt raw, that your neck and shoulders ached with the bruises and marks he had left behind. Your nipples felt rubbed raw and sensitive. Everything blurred together, you were left limp and submissive in the demon’s arms, as he fucked you, snarling into the back of your neck. Compliments and praises were still raining down on you but they rolled off of you before you could even begin to process them. All you could think about was that heat coiling in your belly, you wanted to cum so badly. You whimpered desperately clenching down around him as you bucked your hips backwards, trembling hard when he snarled, thrusting his hips back inside you hard enough you actually found yourself sliding forward.
“Shit, I’m close, baby...Are you going to cum with me?”
His voice was warped, deep and gravely, sounding harsher, darker than before. It wasn’t a voice that any human could ever hope to have. Still you whined high in your throat, nodding desperately, anything! You just wanted to cum so bad! Every time you got close, teased with that release it danced away from you, denying you of it. Not this time.
You nearly sobbed in pleasure as he started thrusting harder, hips stuttering as his cock pulsed hard inside of you. It only took one...two...three thrusts before he was roaring, the sound loud enough it vibrated through your body, your ears ringing as he came. He kept thrusting as he spilled inside of you, cum spilling out your hole around his cock and flooding down your thighs. He kept thrusting hard inside of you until he grabbed your hips with both hands, yanking you back onto his cock as he thrust as deep as he could. You seized up, screaming as you came, vision whiting out as you spasmed around his cock, drool spilling down your chin as your eyes rolled back. Wave after wave flooded through you, leaving you shaking and sobbing through the pleasure, immediately falling limp like a marionette with its strings cut the second it started to fade. You could hear his and your heavy breaths filling the otherwise silent room, feel the cum dripping down your thighs and pooling around your knees.
He waited until you both had caught your breaths, still shaking and sweaty against each other's bodies before he suddenly lunged down, teeth sinking into your shoulder. You screamed in agony as sharp fangs sunk into your skin, tearing through your flesh. The grip around you tightened as he held you still, slurping and lapping at the blood that flowed heavily from the wound.
You dropped to the mattress the second he pulled away, hanging limply in his hold as he slowly set you down. It felt like your very life had been sucked out of you, leaving you weak and confused, unable to navigate the maze of your own mind through the fog of pleasure and lust and now pain that had filled it. Black crept around the edges of your vision as everything started to blur together. Your eyes felt so heavy...
“Hey...None of that now. Not yet.”
You whined low in your throat as he grabbed your hair, making your neck arch back as you blearily blinked up at him, your shoulder throbbed hard, protesting the new position as it pulsed in pain, blood oozing out of the wound slowly. Your vision was reduced to shadows and movements, watching as the blurry outline of the demon sank his fangs into his own thumb, pulling away darker. The same dark blur that covered his fangs dripped slowly down his hand. He slowly lowered it to your lips, thumb slipping into your mouth. You tried to cringe back as a heavy metallic taste filled your mouth, but the hand entangled in your hair prevented you from moving an inch. Instinctively you swallowed down the fluid that flooded your mouth, cringing even more as it coated your throat uncomfortably and filled your senses. You cried out pitifully around his thumb even as you suckled on it, wanting to squirm away but unable to find the energy to do so.
“Shhh~ I know. You’re okay.”
His thumb slipped from your mouth, hand letting go of your hair, finally letting you fall limply to your mattress. Relief filled your body as you finally relaxed, aching from head to toe, faintly you could still feel your pussy throbbing with every beat of your heart. Your eyes slid closed, fully believing the hell that you had just been put through was over.
Of course you were wrong.
It started small, a soft tingling in your back, slight warmth that you ignored due to the overwhelming heat of the demon still draped over you. You could still feel his gaze boring into you, waiting. You ignored him, pressing your face harder against the mattress below you, determined to either stay there until he left or you suffocated.
At least until your back started burning. The subtle heat from before was gone, replaced with an inferno tearing apart your lower back, burning through your muscles and skin. Faintly you could hear agonized screaming somewhere far away, it took you a moment to realize that that was you screaming. You couldn’t focus on it, though, the pain leaving your mind floating as tears streamed down your face, chest heaving for air.
And then...his voice cut through it all. Deep and rumbling through your ear it was like a soothing balm across the flames that were eating you alive.
“Shh~ Just accept it, baby~ Don’t fight it. I know it hurts, just relax...It’ll be over soon~”
Your whimpers were muffled as he leaned back, claws dragging slowly across your lower back. You screamed again, agony shooting through you as he touched them, pain hitting your consciousness like a bus. You twisted in place as best you could, weakly trying to turn around to swat away at his touch, only to freeze at what you saw.
The demon's face was twisted into a menacing grin, eyes practically glowing with delight as his claws dragged down your back, pain rocking you to your core. All you could see was a vague black shape on your back, similar to the one that covered the demon’s arm. Everything was too blurry to make out the details, pain and darkness made the edges of your vision fuzzy.
“You’re finally all mine~”
His voice was soft, warm, filled with so much joy and happiness it didn’t fit him, it didn’t fit the situation you were in. Your ears were ringing, stomach clenching hard. You felt like you were going to throw up. The darkness that had been creeping along the edges of your vision started spreading.
The last thing you saw was pointed sharp teeth grinning down at you, tracing over your mark with a dark possessive glint to his eye.
I'm thirsting. Shinsou slipping birth control pills in y/n's food so when he uses his quirk to fuck her without her knowing, so he can have the pleasure of cumming inside her. Hnn, and he can take pictures of his cum spilling out of her for himself.
On the nose
Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader
All characters 18+
Warnings: Do I even have to write sexy time? But yeah sexy time actions, Somno, Noncon, Does this count as drugging??? Quirkplay, In summary he’s gonna fill you like a cream donut… :’)
Shinsou read the label for the millionth time that day, the words seemed to glare back at him berating him for what he was about to do. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous, this wasn’t his first time using his quirk on you when you slept. He had stretched you out more times than he cared to keep track of. However, it would be his first time experiencing the heat of your walls directly.
The thought of going in raw had him on edge, he couldn’t wait but he also didn’t want to mess up. Taking out the popper dosage he decided that the best way to get you to ingest the pills would be by grinding them into your drink. He hoped it would work. If not then well... ironically he had a plan b… He prepared your drink, a fragrant hot chocolate topped with whipped cream.
He grinned deviously at the creamy consistency, well aware of the subtle hint. He made sure to stir it well before heading into the living room. There you sat, your gorgeous frame covered in a cute nightgown he’d gifted you. The modestly long dress was covered in hundreds of tiny cats and you looked adorable in it. Your eyes were glued to a book he had lent you. Bram Stoker’s Dracula.
“Hey, I got you a cup.” He broke you out of your reading, holding the mug up to you.
“Ugh Hitoshi, You're an angel~” You gushed, grabbing the ceramic from him thankfully. Shinsou feigned a meek smile, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.
“Am not.” He protested weakly.
You took a mouthwatering sip and moaned, missing the glint in the asymthest man’s eyes at the sound. “Are too.” You hummed. “Need I remind you of why I’m here?” You smiled gratefully.
“Anyone would have done the same kitten.” He shrugged, the cushion next to you slumping underneath his weight. Your face warmed at the nickname, your fingers tapping on the mug to control your fidgeting. ‘He’s just being friendly (Name).’ you told yourself. Shinsou had been an incredible friend to you and you didn’t want to ruin your relationship with your attraction towards him. In effort to cool the heat in your cheeks you changed the conversation.
“So about the book?” You began, taking another sip of the hot beverage.
“Hm?” His plum eyes were focused on the flecks of white at the corner of your lips. Yet another thing you didn’t notice.
“Right so I’m up to the part where Van Helsing hypnotized Mina to get to the Count. And I was thinking about how crazy that must be.” You paused. “I mean first the Count was visiting her at night drinking from her while she slept. And now her mind is basically being taken over, I feel kinda bad for her...It’s freaky.”
Shinsou held in a laugh, bringing his cup to his lips in an effort to conceal his smile. He was riding high on a power trip, knowing that you weren’t privy to his quirk. He agreed with you, watching as your throat bobbed; the last of the chocolaty liquid sliding down. He stayed with you on the couch chatting about nothing in particular. Until.
“When do you think I’ll be able to move back into my apartment?” You asked.
“Hard to say, We still haven’t caught the guy who snuck into your home.” He frowned, worry filled his eyes, brows drooping as his hand reached out to gasp yours. “Don’t worry we’ll find him, but until then the guest room is all yours.”
“Thanks Hitoshi.” You wrapped your arms around his strong frame. “I don’t know what I would have done if I had ran into that stalker.” Shinsou nodded patting your head gently, his nose buried into your neck. You smelled absolutely intoxicating…
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It was late, and you had gone off to bed hours ago. Your slumbering form didn’t register the creak of the door being pushed open. Shinsou felt the bed dip as he crawled on top of you, he trembled in anticipation and gently pinched your side. Once you let out a sound your mind was his. Now in control he invaded your dreams, making sure that he consumed every nook and cranny of it. He had been dropping nitpicked dreams into your head since you had begun to stay with him.
Insurance, he called it.
Pale knuckles brushed against your cheek as he stared down at you lovingly. His soft lips pressed against you, gently at first. It wasn’t long before he was leaving open mouthed kisses on your lips, his tongue tracing their shape, hands squeezing your sides. He seared his lips on the sensitive flesh of your neck, careful to not leave any marks. He palmed your breasts from atop your clothes. His other hand sliding down to the hem of the nightgown.
“Your so soft kitty.” He breathed, sitting up in between your thighs. His hands kneaded the flesh of your plush thighs as he spread your legs, pale fingers pushing the gown up to your neck. Moisture left his mouth as he took in your nude form. He’d seen you bare so many times but it never failed to leave him breathless. His hands traced every edge and curve; a moan slipping past his lips.
“God you're so beautiful~” If you had been awake the intensity of his gaze would have set you ablaze. He took his time exploring your body, his lips caressing your nipples, suckling on the stiff peaks, drawing soft moans from your slumbering self. Unconsciously your fingers found themselves in between soft purple strands. Your body pressed into his as his fingers disappeared underneath your panties.
Pale digits traced down the length of your slit allowing your slick to coat them. A grin touched his face. “Only I get to make you this wet babydoll.” He sighed against your chest, teeth nipping at your nipples once more. He leaned back and hooked his fingers underneath the elastic easily sliding your panties down your legs. He slipped them inside his sweatpants pocket so as to not forget them later. Once more he took your legs and parted them further.
“Fuck.” He groaned. “Look at this pussy.” He felt himself throb at the sight. Your lips were glistening with a light sheen of your arousal and Shinsou wanted a taste. But that could wait.. Afterall he did have all night.
“You look so delicious Kitten.” He moaned allowing his thumb to rub slow circles on your clit. “You're pretty pussy quivering under my touch.” He sneered watching as your chest rose and fell for him. For him. All of it was for him, All of you.
“Hmmm”
“That’s right, you love it when I play with your slutty cunt don’t you?” He panted, heat consuming his face as you moved against his fingers, your legs spreading wider for him in invitation. He was going to allow you to feel the stretch of his fingers when:
“Hitoshi~” You slurred sleepily.
“Ha~” Just the sound of his name on your lips was euphoria. He couldn’t wait anymore. He slid down his sweats, just enough to let his cock spring free. His breathing was heavier, lust clouding his every thought and his thighs trembled when he brushed the head of his cock against the soft flesh of your folds. He played around sliding the tip up to your clit then down; to circle your entrance. He wanted to savor this moment.
“Hnng” You whined in your sleep, your hips lifting off the bed.
“Would you look at that?” He whistled. “My babycat wants me to stretch out her tight little cunt. Well you asked for it~”
With that he sunk into you, he leaned over at the feeling his fists gripping the sheets as your hot velvety walls caressed his throbbing length. “Holy fuck Kitty.” He gasped. He wasn’t even fully sheathed and the warm wet hug he was getting had his eyes rolling back in pleasure. He drew out and pushed back in slowly, basking in the way your walls rippled around him, loving the way your moans enhanced the feeling.
He set a slow deep pace. “T-This feels amazing.” He groaned, his hands coming under your ass to better angle his thrusts.
“.H...Shi~” You whimpered.
“Yeah, that’s right, say my name kitty.” He grunted increasing his pace, the sound of your pussy gushing for him encouraging him to go faster. The paps of his balls hitting your ass drove him to lift your legs, his cock sliding in deeper.
“Ah!” You wriggled in pleasure, your brows scrunching up as he fucked up your insides.
Shinsou shifted and he felt your slick walls clamp down on him. “I found it didn’t I?” He grinned. He continued to abuse the area he discovered watching as you cried out his name, drool slipping down your chin. He leaned down to allow you to grasp onto him.
“Tell me.” He commanded. “Tell me who fucking owns this pussy?”
“Y-Yuah!” Your slumbering form was subjected to whatever he desired and he moaned at the answer.
“Fuck yes you belong to me kitty.” He gasped. He felt your body tremble; your silky walls squeezing down on him tightly. But he was far from done. His name tore itself from your throat as he rutted into you. He fucked you through two more orgasms before the telltale signs of his end were near. He fumbled with his hand to grab his phone from his pocket.
He hit the camera button and began to record. Your face was clear in the shot and he slid the frame down your body making sure to zoom in where your bodies met. He groaned at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of your cunt. He wanted to get this one thing on video before he came inside of you.
“Kitten I-I’m gonna cum.” He grunted, his hips stuttering. “Where...Where do you want it.” He gasped.
“..In..Side.” He really loved his quirk… Shinsou came with a low growl of your name, spilling ropes of his seed deep inside your pulsing heat. He emptied his milk inside of you, staying in until his sensitive cock trembled and then he pulled out. The girth member was covered in a combination of his and your cum but he disregarded his mess and lifted your leg recording how his cum slid out of your pussy. It dribbled down slowly like molasses sliding down to your puckered hole and staining the bed.
He took a couple more pictures and slipped his phone back into his pocket. All that was left was to clean you up… And his tongue did a really good job at that.
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You sat at the table a plate of half eaten food staring back at you. You had paused your consumption when you heard the Shinsou’s door open. Purple tufts of hair flying every which way. He grumbled out a groggy ‘morning and headed to the bathroom, a sly smirk on his lips when he was no longer facing you.
Your face warmed at the sight of him. You had such a vividly erotic dream of him last night…
