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cw: monsterfucking, noncon, breeding, knotting, tummy bulging, cervix fucking

Absolutely nasty thought… hiking into the forest to do some yoga cuz nature is relaxing and the most aesthetic thing to be surrounded by while doing an equally relaxing activity. You roll your mat out on a small clearing and start with breathing exercises. Then you move on to stretching and actually poses, too focused to be aware of the creature slowly stalking your way through the bushes, cautious footsteps too faint for the distracted mind hear to hear.

You bend forward to do the downward dog, breathing in time to your core muscles tightening, holding the pose and counting down in your brain- only to lose track of it when you see a pair of paws behind you, long fluffy trail swiping the grass blades behind them.

There’s a tight grip on your hip. Then a loud ripping sound- leggings and panties torn off right at the middle and exposing your mound to the cool air, your sharp gasp drowned out by a low growl.

“Already presenting, human?” Wolf Bakugou licks at his fangs, already salivating at the whiff of your scent mixed with a dash of fear and humping his fat cock between your folds, tiny little squeal jolted out of you. “As if I’d ignore such an enticing offer.”

A few more grinds spreading his pre all over you, wolf Bakugou bucks forward to the tip of his dick into you and you’re clawing at your training mat when the bulbous head pops into your pussy, wide eyes glossing over because nothing has ever stretched you this wide. Your calves burn from the holding yourself on your tip toes and your walls are shoved apart to take more of such a monstrous cock, a pull on your hips slapping you back on the feral wolf, electricity zipping up your spine as you’re lazily rocked back and forward on his shaft.

“So damn small.” Wolf Bakugou snarls, watching where the two of you connect, instincts going wild the more his dick comes out slicked up and sticky before shedding himself halfway in. “‘M already bumping on the top of your cunt, human. You’ll need to give me more space than that to have my pup.”

“P-pups?” You drawl out, brain going numb at the pleasure too quickly, and your forced on all fours when Wolf Bakugou lays his chest on your back, let’s you gauge how gigantic he really is above you as his strong, scarred arms lock under you. Wet and slick slaps echo in the air when he suddenly starts fucking you relentlessly, like the dog he is, a brisk and deep pace that makes your pussy froth and shut around him.

“Yeah- pups.” Wolf Bakugou whispers in your ear, nips at the lobe and at your neck and down to your exposed shoulder from your sports bra. “Gonna plug you up with my knot and fill you so full of cum. It’ll catch just right, make you get all round and heavy with my pups.” He drills into so roughly that that you’re jerked forward nearly every time, only locked in place by his arms, and your eyes cross at the top of your head from the drag of his dick inside yo. “A pretty pussy like this deserves to be bred; you’re gonna take all I give.”

“T-too…!” You slur at Wolf Bakugou sitting on his haunches and humping up to every drag of your body down on his cock, swollen base tapping on your soaked folds. “‘S too much! Feel like ‘m gonna b-burst!”

“You’ll be fine.” He lays you back on his shoulders, slobbering and grazing his fangs on yours as you hug back around his neck like your life depended on it. “You’re cunt is small but I’ll make it fit. You’re gonna fit real nice around my knot.”

There’s a dopey and delirious smile on your face, tongue lolled out to drool all over yourself because of Wolf Bakugou bumping on your cervix, bullying it for more space a sucking a soft kiss on his cockhead every time. You don’t even register the slew of curses he growls out by your ear as you come, your pussy stuttering out an intense orgasm that gushes your slick down his growling knot and heavy balls.

“Fuuuck, that’s it, suck me up deeper, let’s make my seed catch, human.” Wolf Bakugou’s animalistic grin is pressed by the side of your face as he stares down at your tummy, center of your pelvic bulging out from his thrusts. He drops you down hard and his tip pops past the tight pucker of your cervix, knot popping into your hole at the same time.

You splutter to the air from the double stretch, eyes rolled back to your brain and salty tears on your hot cheeks, an even hotter sensation flooding into you as thick, gooey cum bloats your tummy bigger and bigger, nearly dropping it to your spasming thighs, not a single drop blurbed out with the big knot plugging your pussy shut. Wolf Bakugou howls up at the sky, lost in his own high from finally breeding you and feeling you both sucking and pushing him him out.

He’s quick enough to hold you close when your body goes slack, chest rising and falling in short, gasped breaths, lashes fluttering over unfocused eyes, completely fucked out and unconscious to feel possessive licks and kisses all over your tear stained cheeks, telling you how good you were, taking all of him like that, and how your pups are gonna be really cute like their mama.

Honestly, Wolf Bakugou is already impatient for the first litter to come out so he can fuck you like this again.

Yandere No Sutoka 2.

Main Masterlist

Yandere Simulator Masterlist

Part 1

Male Reader Version

Yandere! Ayato Aishi x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Smut, sexual themes, non-con, knife play, oral sex; fem receiving, ass-eating, rimming, rim jobs, squirting, cumming untouched (male).

Summary: Ayato greedily takes advantage of your promise of doing anything he wants.

W/C: 1.6k+

"We... are going to have so much fun..."

You feel the tip of the knife gently trail from the start of your thigh downwards, careful to not pierce the skin while the hand on your jaw pulls your head to face the opposite direction. You squeeze your eyes shut in a vain attempt to keep tears from leaking while feeling something soft yet wet press against your cheek, followed by a moan. He licked you. Ayato licked your blood. And he moaned at it.

He moves to lower his body closer, legs between your own to let you feel his stiffening member against your crotch. A sob escapes you as he parts his legs to force yours to follow, having your skirt hiking up while he pulls away from you to face you. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” He assures despite the sadistic smile on his face before ducking closer to your ear.

“Not if you do as I say.” He sternly whispers, making you take in shaky breaths. “I promise I’ll even make you feel good.” He changes his tone to a more seductive one, tracing a small lick at the outer side of your ear, making you visibly shiver. “You’ve never done this before, have you?” He asks and you’re quick to shake your head no, hoping that it discourages him to continue.

“Good.” He pulls off your tie, pushing up your skirt higher until it’s left barely covering your underwear while he licks and kisses at the side of your neck. Your hands instinctively go to his shoulders to push him away, but they freeze in place at the reminder of the cold knife tracing back up your thigh, his left forearm placed next to your head to keep his body above yours.

Instead, you settle for fisting his shirt with shaky hands while the knife carefully slips under the side of your panties, the sharp tip gently pressing at your skin without piercing it. Not long after, he finds the soft spot at your neck, having your mouth opening to let out a muted moan with a pleasure-filled look on your face due to the new feeling.

You quickly pull yourself together and close your mouth, brows knitting together in attempt to stay quiet, reminding yourself of the background of your current situation. Ayato chuckles darkly against your neck and takes in a deep breath of your scent, giving you the impression that he knows he found your spot. You soon find out that it’s due to your hands gripping at his shoulders since kissing the hidden spot on your neck.

He kisses down your neck, some being open wet-mouthed until he reaches your chest, tugging down at the bottom of your shirt to expose the valley of your breasts. He continues to leave kisses with occasional bites, moaning at the feeling of the soft skin on his lips. If it weren’t for the fact that he’s trying to wait, he would’ve already wet his pants at having his face stuffed in your breasts.

His lips detach from your skin and move to your clothed stomach, moving lower with the same wet trail of kisses, untucking your shirt from the skirt and sucking softly at the skin. You raise your head to see him slowly going lower, noticing the knife still securely held in his hand and being forced to put up with the reality of having no way out of the situation; laying on the floor of the dark hall with puddles of blood, walls covered in red and a body laying ten feet away from you with who knows how many more nearby.

You feel him stop with his head between your legs, the curiosity making you look up at him with teary eyes, cheeks starting to prickle in a burning sensation. “May I?” He asks, giving you the false sense of having a choice. You glare at him and his flushed cheeks, laying your head back down only to feel the knife poke at you. Your breath hitches in your throat, knife tracing patterns on the unharmed skin of your thigh, making you question for how long you can keep it intact.

You shakily nod your head at the reminder of the threat, your action filling him with satisfaction. He slips a finger in the bottom of your panties and pulls them aside, surprised at the sight. You’re wet. But it’s not your fault, what did he expect? You’d never done anything remotely lewd before, and it’s certainly not your fault that your body’s not in tune with your head, it’s just a natural physical response given your situation.

Your eyes squeeze shut with a small whimper from your lips, the same ones that you waste no time in biting to keep your noises to yourself at the embarrassing situation. Ayato peeks his head up high enough to see your face, and unfortunately, he’s not close enough to your sopping sex. His hands grab onto your waist with a small squeeze, smirking sadistically before yanking you up to the proper height in which he can sit back on his calves and have your crotch right at his face…

With a perfect view of the priceless shocked yet scared expression on your face after having let out a yelp at the sudden action. He leans back to support some of your weight onto him rather than placing it all on your upper back, his right arm wrapped over your lower stomach. His free hand sneaks between the front of your thighs and pulls your underwear aside like previously, slowly slipping out his tongue while eyeing you closely, missing the new wave of wetness leaving your entrance.

You let out a small noise of surprise when he presses his tongue on top of your hole, your eyes shooting open. The more his tongue slowly ascends to your clit, the more your mouth drops open and eyes widen at the odd feeling. Your body quickly welcomes the sensation and proceeds to leak more slick while you still resist, shutting your eyes closed again with your brows knitting together as he reaches your clit.

His tongue flicks it softly with a light breathy chuckle at the sight of your trembling form, then going to suck at it. A small whine instantly leaves your lips followed by tears squeezing past your lids, immediately letting him know of your sensitivity, then again; you had never been played with. He leaves a small kiss on the bud and moves back to the virgin hole, licking over it in a slow, agonizing manner.

It takes everything you have to keep yourself quiet, continuing to deny the pleasure he’s giving you, it would be so much easier to drown it out if it was causing you pain. The wet tongue slips inside of you and your eyes instinctively widen, a small gasp leaving you. “Ah.” You shakily moan after your face morphs into one of discomfort at the overwhelming pleasure, your thighs twitching from either side of his head.

He leans further back on his calves to rest you on his chest and continues to swallow your fluids, dipping his tongue inside you and bringing it back in his mouth repeatedly to taste you. Decided in making you reach the highest point of your pleasure, he keeps delving into your soft insides with a hand reaching to your clit and mercilessly rubbing harsh circles, quickly starting to overstimulate you.

A shout leaves your mouth and pulls his sight to you, seeing your mouth agape and eyes watering from the pleasure, getting him to let out a breathy chuckle against your core, his hot breath hitting your soaked cunt. You start moaning uncontrollably while taking in shaky breaths, feeling yourself leaking down to between your ass cheeks and reaching the puckered hole, and before you can react to how uncomfortable it feels, Ayato’s tongue moves to lick between your cheeks and over the clenched hole.

While he licks the trail that managed to escape him, he notices how you suddenly fall silent, having him peeking over your bottom half and taking in the horrid look on your face, eyes wide and mouth agape in shock. He smirks and smiles to himself at the sight and licks another thick stripe over your clenched hole, your body shaking while he continues licking. Your hands make their way to his knees and grasp harshly at his pants as best as you can, silently pleading him to stop.

He lets out a dark chuckle but relents, landing a last lick on your drooled hole and returning to your cunt, licking and sucking more vigorously than before while incessantly rubbing at your clit, determined to give you your first orgasm. You scream loudly with your legs threatening to squeeze around his neck, loud noises of his lips smacking against you nearly being drowned completely by your own, your eyes tearing before you finally feel yourself release on him with a desperate moan.

A loud deep groan echos in the halls with you lazily looking up to see Ayato with glistening red cheeks, tears prickling the corners of his eyes and a pleased smile on his drenched face. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment at how you might’ve peed on him but notice the lack of the smell on urine in the air, instead a different odd scent filling your nose, one that could only be described as sex. He lowers your body with shaky arms and sets you carefully back on the floor, letting you see that he’s soaked his pants.

“We’re not done here yet.”

"ENJOY"

"Dark them fic account"

There's no way you disgusting fucks get off to imagining characters SA you... some of y'all are so disgusting

Your llast post is so over dramatic, the OP clearly states that you don't HAVE to read it and that she's not at all to blame for the media people want to consume, stfu and get with the program bitch.

Thanks for providing even more proof that you people are disgusting and weird! "Media people want to consume"

So you downright admitted that people WANT to read things about them being SA at a young age? Or SA period? About wanting trauma? Truly is just despicable.

As someone who's been SA

seeing people write about it simply for their lustful desires especially requesting for them to be underage (over a character that wouldn't even SA someone in the first place, inho would never.) Plus the way people have romanticized weird age gaps (18-19_49-50) is even weirder.

I just wanna read a normal fan fiction about a normal situation,or something related to the character. Not no fucking weirdos fetishizing SA, damn near Pedophilic age gaps, weird ass tropes (teacher student, priest and schoolgirl *which is even more disgusting but that's another convo*, or step dad daughter tropes???

And while we are on the topic, genuine question since I see too much of this as well, wtf is up with people and writing smut about a character as a teacher and reader as a student together, or really anything related to that? Whats wrong w y'all?

There's no way you disgusting fucks get off to imagining characters SA you... some of y'all are so disgusting

The Slave

Chapter 2: Arrival        It took a few hours before they finally reached Shiro’s home. Lance had seen some fancy houses in his lifetime but this place definitely took the cake. Surrounded by beautifully colored, exotic plants and built atop a cliff that bordered the ocean, Shiro’s home stood out from the dense foliage due to its magnificent white marbled outer walls. At three stories tall, the house was both aesthetically pleasing and architecturally impressive; large open archways surrounding the front porch and wide rounded windows, flanking a set of hand carved double doors, revealed a lavishly decorated sitting room, and for a moment, Lance was at a loss for words. He hadn’t seen the ocean since before his captivity. and he was excited to see a small pathway winding down the cliff that he assumed led to a private beach.        Shiro didn’t give him too much time to explore, however, and he pushed Lance forward, leading him into the house. Instantly the two were flanked by two maids, who took Shiro’s jacket and welcomed him home. One of them smiled curiously at Lance, but he could only grimace in return. Shiro shooed them both away, and began leading Lance towards a grand double staircase.

       As they climbed, Shiro asked the question that had been on his mind for a while, “How many master’s have you had in the past?” It didn’t really matter to him in the grand scheme of things, but he was curious as to how Lance had kept his sanity while being used by several alphas from what he presumed was a young age.

       Lance pursed his lips and didn’t answer. He wasn’t naive and he knew why his new master was asking. Alphas were always obsessed with the idea of being the first to tame an omega, and he was sure that Shiro was no different. He probably just wanted to know how many times Lance had been used by other alphas but he wasn’t about the reveal his past to a total stranger.        When Lance didn’t respond, the moment they reached the top of the stairs, Shiro whirled around and gripped Lance’s chin, tilting it upwards, “I asked you a question,” he said firmly. “How many masters have you had before me?” When Lance still refused to answer, Shiro’s anger spiked and he slapped the boy across the face before pulling him back up by the hair. Lance surprisingly didn’t yelp, instead. he glowered up at Shiro defiantly.

       “My plan was to allow you a few days to become acquainted to your new home but if you insist upon misbehaving, I will take you right now and believe me I will not be gentle.” The alpha growled menacingly. “I will ask you one more time, Lance, how many masters have you had before me?”

       The threat seemed to resonate with Lance, who finally answered, “Four, but though they did touch me, none of them got as far as to penetrate me. I was still underage so apparently they wanted to wait until I was at least eighteen,” he admitted begrudgingly through clenched teeth.     Seemingly satisfied with his answer, Shiro released the boy and gestured for him to follow. “You’re absolutely filthy and you reek of musk; I’m leaving you to take a bath and some clothes will be provided for you when you finish.”        Lance grimaced and rubbed his jaw angrily, his scalp stinging even after he was released. Though he wasn’t too pleased at his situation, he had always prefered to be well groomed. At the shop, he was often just rinsed off with a high pressured hose and scrubbed roughly with a sponge. As for his masters, they often didn’t allow him to bathe until his stench became unbearable. He didn’t know enough about Shiro, but he wasn’t sure when he would be allowed to bath again and he planned to take full advantage of his master’s generosity while he could.        Shiro led him down a long hallway filled with expensive art. The wall paneling was colored a deep purple with a gorgeous hand carved dark trim at the base. Statuettes flanked each door and the floor was made of a sturdy mahogany. About halfway down the hall, Shiro stopped and steered Lance towards one of the solid oak doors. “Inside,” he ordered, placing his hand on the small of the omega’s back.

       Reaching out, Lance opened the door and stepped slowly into the lavish bathroom. He remembered staying in a five star hotel once with his last master and even that bathroom left much to be desired by comparison. An enormous whirlpool tub sat invitingly in the left corner underneath a six foot long window overlooking the ocean. Across from that was see through shower, large enough for five or six full grown alphas to stand comfortably side by side. Next to the toilet in the right corner was a lengthy countertop and overlooking that was an equal length golden mirror.        Feeling dazzled, Lance let out a soft whine causing Shiro to quirk an eyebrow and Lance to slap a hand over his mouth. It was the first omega like thing, Lance had done in his presence and it was too late to take it back now. “So you can make noises,” Shiro teased, turning away from the omega to start filling the tub.            “Shut up!” Lance mumbled, his face turning red. Shiro turned off the water and stood up to face him waving his hand dismissively in response to the omega’s embarrassment.

       “Strip,” he ordered, gesturing to Lance’s tattered shorts. When the the slave remained still, Shiro sighed, “Remember, Lance, my threat still stands.”Gritting his teeth for a moment, Lance suddenly sighed in defeat. Despite his attitude, he was nowhere near as brave as he was letting off. Sure, he was used to punishment and could hold back the tears after being slapped, but the idea of being violently raped by an alpha scared him. He’d seen far too many omegas who had suffered that fate and it was extremely rare that they came back from that, sanity intact. Plus, as an omega, it would be extremely likely that he would get pregnant and have his child taken away. For an omega, that was a fate worse than death.        His face flushing with embarrassment, Lance hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and slowly slid them down his waist, dropping them to the floor and kicking them to the side before covering his lower half with his hands. Shiro tutted, “Remove your hands,” he ordered firmly.        Lance snapped his head up, glowering at the alpha but did as he was told. Shiro drank in the sight - Lance was gorgeous. He was tall and slightly muscular with broad shoulders, and a thin waist; rare for an omega. His cock was average lengthed and nestled in a bed of soft curly dark hair between this thick sun kissed thighs. Lance shivered under the alpha’s unwavering stare and shuffled nervously in place. “Can I get into the tub now?” he asked self consciously, face flushed with humiliation.        Shiro let out a hum of approval and finally looked away, much to Lance’s relief. “Very well. Take your time to clean up and I will return with some clothes. I think you’re a size medium, so it shouldn’t be too hard to find something.” Digging into his pocket, he pulled out a small silver bell which jingled slightly at the movement, “If you are finished before I return, ring this bell and the maids will lead you into your new room. As I stated before, if you behave, i will give you a few days to settle in but after that…” his hand reached up to brush Lance’s hair out of his face, “you are mine.” Before Lance could snap back, Shiro exited the room, leaving Lance alone and angry.            Exhaling, the omega shook his head in frustration before sliding into the tub, his body relaxing in the warm water. He hated this, he hated having to obey the orders of yet another perverted older man, he hated feeling so weak and vulnerable, but most of all, he hated having to pretend to be brave. Standing naked and exposed in front of an alpha, it was all he could do to stop himself from trembling and collapsing at his master’s feet in a drool heap. His master’s scent alone was enough to prove how in control he was and most omegas would probably fall to their knees, slick dripping down their thighs, in the presence of such a man. Shaking that thought from his head he sunk further into the water, enjoying the feel of warmth his skin.        About a half hour later, Lance stood naked in the bathroom, dripping water over the soft bathroom mats. Shiro hadn’t yet returned and Lance had taken full advantage of all the products at his disposal. His hair was now fluffy and soft and his skin felt silky smooth. Feeling slightly more relaxed, he smiled and rung the small bell that had been left for him. Within moments, one of the maids from earlier strolled in, carrying a soft fluffy towel.        Lance took it gratefully and mumbled out a quick thanks, wrapping the towel around his waist. The maid nodded in response and led Lance from the bathroom further down the hallway. “This will be your room. The master will be back soon to bring you some clothes, in the meantime, make yourself comfortable and I will bring you some lunch.” He nodded and she opened the door and left him to get settled.        Lance glanced around the room. It was small but comfortable, with a large four poster bed, a small desk shoved in the corner and a completely stocked bookshelf along the back wall. With a content sigh, he dried himself off and climbed onto the bed burying himself under the thick, warm blankets.        He didn’t know when exactly he fell asleep but in what felt like no time at all, he was shaken awake by Shiro. Resisting the urge to lash out, Lance sat up rubbing his eyes blearily. The older man placed a small pile of clothes on the edge of the bed and sat down next to him. “Get dressed, the maid is almost done preparing lunch,” he said, leaning forward to brush Lance’s hair behind his ear. The omega stiffened at the alpha’s touch, but before he could protest, Shiro stood up, leaving him to get dressed in privacy.      This was all so confusing. None of his other masters had waited this long to touch him; and though he knew the alpha said he would give him a couple days, he couldn’t help but feel irritated. He bought me for a reason right, why doesn’t he hurry up and…fuck there I go again. Why am I like this? I know I’m an omega but i’m not just a fucking hole! He thought angrily.        He felt frustrated with himself. Ever since he was fourteen, he found himself struggling constantly with his own nature, and now that he was of age, the urge to be bred was always nagging at the back of his mind. He was already used to be being touched, and he hated the fact that his body often craved the physical intimacy.        Growling in frustration, Lance shook his head and began to dress himself. No. I refuse to give in. The other masters couldn’t break me and this one will be no different, he thought with a huff. I will leave this place eventually; I’ll find a way to escape…somehow. And with that comforting thought. Lance sat complacently at the desk, awaiting his lunch. Previous Ao3 Link

The Martyr

Chapter 6: Decorated        The cleanup had been humiliating. Hours after he had been left in that sorry state, another one of Lotor’s generals had entered the room. Tall and sleek, with an oddly colored pattern on her face, she wrinkled her nose in disgust as she approached the mortified paladin. “I’ve been asked to do a lot of things since I’ve worked for Lotor, but this might be one of the worst.”           Zethrid walked in after her, looking irritated “Stop complaining. Ezor, I’m the one who has to clean him up, your job is to spruce him up when I’m done.” She reached down and dragged Lance up by his hair, recoiling slightly when she saw his face.        Lance held on to her wrist, trying to keep on his feet. His throat hurt and his face stung from all the blows Lotor had inflicted upon him, but he would gladly deal with the pain if it meant he didn’t have to be seen like this. Noticing that Lance was on his feet, Zethrid shoved him forward, leading him out of the room and down the hallway, with Ezor following slowly behind, her arms clasped behind her head.        Keeping his head bowed, Lance didn’t immediately notice when they had entered a new room. It was only when he heard the footsteps come to a halt, that he looked up. He was standing in a beautiful, brightly lit bathroom. An enormous tub, the size of a small pond took up the entire back part of the room while the left wall was covered in gleaming counter space. On the right wall were several mounted shelves filled with all sorts of toiletries and products, and below that was a clean porcelain toilet, surround by even more counter space.           If Lance wasn’t in his current situation, he would have been itching to try this place out, but instead all he felt was fear. This was the first time he had been in this bathroom and so far, experience had told him that when Lotor was involved, new situations were never good. He stopped and looked hesitantly back at Zethrid and Ezor. “What are we doing here?” he asked, nervously shifting his weight between each leg.           Zethrid tsked, approaching the tub, “Lotor has ordered us to clean you up.” she replied as she turned the nozzle, allowing the tub to fill up. She grabbed a few bottles and placed three of them on the brim of the bathtub and opened the tops of the rest, placing a few drops of each into the heated water.            The moment it was full, Zethrid turned off the nozzle and shoved Lance forward, and he stumbled against the brim, falling to his knees. “Strip,” she ordered, and Lance felt his cheeks grow hot.           “Here…in front of you?” he asked gripping the edges of his ruined cloth. It had been hard enough to be forcibly stripped by Lotor, everything that had been done to him so far was degrading and uncomfortable, but it was all done by Lotor, another man, the idea that he was to strip down in front of two girls was much harder for him to stomach.        “Of course here, now stop asking questions, strip down and get in the bath. Or am I gonna have to force you?” Zethrid asked, balling her hands into fists, putting them up threateningly. Lance hesitated and then gripped the edges of the silk wrap, sliding it off of his waist and letting the soiled fabric fall to the floor. Cheek red, he covered his dick anxiously with his hands and slipped into the bathtub, crouching down in an effort to hide his length.        Despite the situation, Lance let out a soft moan and closed his eyes as his aching muscles began to relax. It had been ages since he was able to properly bath and after everything he had experience, it felt good. He didn’t have long to enjoy it however, as Zethrid suddenly crouched down beside him, grabbing one of the other bottles. He tensed and watched carefully as she squirted some soap into a sponge and began to lather it up, squeezing it between her fingers. For a moment, Lance thought she was going to hand it to him, but without warning, she reached forward, grabbing him by the upper arm.  He let out a yelp and he couldn’t help but flinch and pull away, causing her to tighten her grip and yank him back. Lance trembled in her grasp and Ezor, who had been watching from the corner, sighed and kneeled down beside Zethrid. “He’s kinda jumpy isn’t he? I thought he was the blue paladin.”        Zethrid, keeping a firm grip on Lance’s upper arm, began to scrub at his skin ignoring his protests, “For the past week and a half, he’s been Lotor’s plaything, how the hell would you be acting right now?”        Grimacing at the thought, Ezor stood up and nodded, “Alright, I get it. I’m gonna go get set up, Lotor wants him prepared for the video feed, so bring him in when you’re done.” Zethrid nodded and Ezor stood up and left the room as the other general began to scrub away the dried vomit and piss from Lance’s face and neck.        When he was finally washed, Lance was pulled out of the tub and dried off. He had to admit that it felt nice to be clean, but he was more anxious than ever before. ‘What the hell did that girl mean by prepared and what video feed?’ So many questions buzzed in his mind but he wasn’t given any time to voice them as Zethrid yanked off his towel and pulled him out into the hallway, leading him to yet another new room.        In a futile attempt to keep himself covered, Lancc walked slightly hunched, hands cupped around his member, but before he knew it, he was shoved into a much darker and smaller room. The floors and walls were black and an overhead light was shining brightly down upon a metal, salon style chair, adorned with thick leather straps, grafted in the direct center of the room. It was this that Ezor stood next to, fingers drumming over a covered tray.        Lance’s heart leapt into his throat and he tried desperately to wrench his arms out of Zethrid’s grip to no avail. “Get the hell off of me! What is this?” he spat, as the general shoved him into the chair.     Ezor sighed and began strapping the blue paladin in, “Zethrid, can you gag him or something. I honestly don’t want my eardrums blown out when I start piercing him.”     Fear and dread washed over Lance at the smaller general’s words, “p-piercing?” he repeated, gulping down the bile that threatened to bubble over. “I don’t know what you-” he froze and his eyes widened as Ezor lifted the top off the tray revealing an assortment or needles, next to which was a bowl of intricately designed jewelry. “N-no!” he stuttered, struggling beginning anew. “No please, I’ll do anything, I’ll…” he bit his lips, fresh tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. If Keith saw him begging like that, he would probably be disgusted. Zethrid suddenly began wrapping a harness, complete with a medical gag, around his face, shoving the metallic piece past his lips. Unable to close his mouth, drool began to pour down his chin and his eyes bulged in fear.        Though he couldn’t speak, the gag did little to stifle his sobs, and he watched in terror, legs shaking uncontrollably as Ezor picked up a pair of piercing forceps and approached him slowly. Picking up the first and smallest of the needles, she clamped the forceps onto his left earlobe before placing the needle in the direct center. Lance tried to pull away but Zethrid grabbed him by the hair holding him steady. His body jolted as Ezor pushed the needle through his skin and a layer of goosebumps broke out along his arms. Picking up a small golden ring adorned with tiny blue sapphires, Ezor pulled the needle through his ear and pushed in the gold ring clamping it into to place.        Lance squirmed in his seat as his earlobe began to grow hot. It didn’t hurt too bad, but the shock of being pierced without his consent was enough to send a fresh wave of tears pouring down his face. Ignoring the blue paladin’s obvious distress, Ezor picked up a matching stud and placed the needle an inch above the previous piercing. Working diligently, over the next twenty minutes, she slowly mapped out his ears. On the left; the golden ring, topped with two matching sapphire studs, half an inch apart. Around the the shell of his ear were four golden studded rings, ending in a point. On the right; a single sapphire stone was placed at the tip of his cartilage, connected to a golden chain which ended in a glittering dangly collection off golden ropes, ending with sapphire stars.        When it was over, Lance was relieved. The pain hadn’t been too bad and he looked expectantly up at the two generals expecting to be released. His hopes were quickly dashed when Ezor picked up another needle, and the color drained from his face when she clamped the forceps at the bridge of his nose. Letting out a soft whimper as a small trickle of drool began to drip from his open mouth once again, he braced himself for the what was to come. This time the pain was much sharper and his back arched slightly as she pierced the needle through his skin, sliding in a pointed tipped golden bar.         Please, he thought desperately, shutting his eyes tightly, let it be over. Just let this end. His eyes shot open as Ezor pushed the forceps through the medical gag, clamping it tightly around his tongue. “N-nnngh,” he shook his head in protest but once again, Ezor showed no signs of remorse as she placed a much thicker needle on his tongue, suddenly sinking it through the thick muscle. The pain was much more intense and he sobbed, tugging fruitlessly at his binds. She placed another similarly themed ring through the hole and released the clamps.         Lance’s pain didn’t end for another two hours. Working quickly, Ezor pierced snake bites through his lips, a golden sun through his septum, and four sapphire stars above each eyebrow. His nipples were pierced and connected by a golden chain which dangled down, leading to nothing in particular and his navel was pierced with another sapphire ball.        A small collection of bloody tissues and used needles sat in a large bowl and only one needle and one piercing remained. Lance was laying motionless in the chair, drool pouring openly from his mouth, his eyes fixed on nothing in particular. “We’re almost done,” Ezor exclaimed, and Lance turned his head to fix her with a watery stare. He swallowed thickly and nodded, feeling exhausted and eager for the pain to end. However, the moment the forceps clamped around the head of his cock, a fresh wave of panic set in and his bloodshot eyes widened in fear. A thicker, slightly more heavyset needle was placed through the hole and ignoring his whimpers, she shoved it through. The pain was excruciating and it tore a silent scream from his throat. Taking advantage of the paladin’s shock, Ezor pushed through another golden piercing, connecting it the the chain dangling from his nipples.        Ezor sighed and began to clean up the mess, and Zethrid removed the gag from Lance’s mouth and face. Chest heaving, and pain and heat blossoming in his reddened cock, Lance looked down, tears cascading down his cheeks and he sobbed in defeat. “Please…” he sobbed, “No more.” Previous Ao3 Link

The Slave

Chapter 1: The Shop      

        Takashi Shirogane was a man who enjoyed the finer things in life. As an alpha from a moderately wealthy family, he had always known that he was destined for greatness. He had achieved just that early on when his parents had passed away, leaving him in charge of the family business. At the age of seventeen, he took Shirogane Industries from a small family owned business to a multi-million dollar company with ties to several other countries and a hold on the stock market . His net worth was estimated to be anywhere between 20 to 30.3 billion dollars, and at eighteen, he was hailed as a natural businessman.         

        There was one area in which he was regrettably lacking, however, and that was relationships. His father had often told him that whatever omega he were to chose would have to be worthy of being his mate. Now in his early twenties, he was still single, and if he was being honest, he was starting to lose hope that he would ever be able to find one. That’s what had brought him here, to the sleazy little slave shop downtown.       

        He pursed his lips as he entered the building, taking in the musky smell of sex and distressed omega pheromones. Wrinkling his nose in distaste, he slowly glanced through the cages, examining each slave carefully. Most of them were beaten and beyond help. Having suffered through years of abuse, these second hand slaves no longer were capable of independence and would require around the clock care to even survive. A few mumbled dully to themselves and others just stared blankly off into space, none of these held his interest. The alpha had always been competitive and he enjoyed a challenge, so having a slave that still had some fight in them was ideal, that being said as he neared the back of the shop, disappointment welled inside of him. He had been wanting to come here for quite awhile, but from the looks of things, this place was a waste of his time.           

     Just as he was about to leave, his eyes fell upon a much younger slave. He was beautiful, with brown hair, sun kissed skin and long slender features. Maybe eighteen or nineteen at the most, he lay motionless on the floor of his cage, wearing nothing but a tattered pair of shorts. His eyes were closed and for a moment, he wondered if the slave was dead and he tapped experimentally on the bars to see if he would respond.               

        At the sound of tapping, the boy’s startling ocean blue eyes snapped open and he glared up at Shiro, baring his teeth defensively. Obviously still full of life, the young slave backed up against the bars and growled, keeping his eyes locked on Shiro.          

        Before the situation could progress any further, a large muscular man stepped out from the back, wiping his hands on a black apron that hung around his waist. Noticing Shiro, he strode over to him, “To what do I owe the pleasure of having Takashi Shirogane in my humble shop?” He asked in a deep voce, eyes flickering between him and the boy.     

       Shiro took a step back and narrowed his eyes, irritated that he had been recognized. “How much is this one here?” he asked, motioning to the still growling omega, “if possible I’d like to purchase him today, discreetly,” he said, adding emphasis to the last word.  

       The man laughed, turning his attention to the boy who hissed, pressing himself further in the corner. “I know the idea of a unbroken slave is ideal, but he’s been returned to me four times already. You might want to sleep on that decision. However, if you insist on buying him, he is quite expensive, you’ll want to keep him nice and stuffed, his energy level is quite high, and he is very aggressive for an omega. I will allow you to take him home today - for fifteen thousand dollars, that is.”    

       Shiro eyed the slave once more and nodded, “A trouble maker huh?” He laughed dismissively. “I’d like to purchase him right now. I’ll even throw in an extra five thousand, consider it a tip for your service…and your silence.” There was a hint of a threat in his tone and the shopkeeper picked up on it almost immediately and he nodded apprehensively.      

       “Of course sir,” he replied tentatively, “I’ll go grab his paperwork and a collar.”               

        Shiro nodded, watching the man leave the room. When he was sure that he was gone, he knelt down to address the boy. “Do you have a name?” he asked, eyes taking in the slave’s slender frame. Without warning, the boy lashed against the cage, growling ferociously, and reached between the bars in an attempt to wound his new master, who backed up just in time.                    Returning in time to catch the omega in action, the shopkeeper stomped over, drawing a blunt wooden instrument out of his belt. “Don’t you ever do that again!” he roared spraying the omega with spittle and thrusting the wood between the bars of the cage. The boy jumped and retreated further into the back, breathing heavily and glowering at both of them.         

       Offering Shiro a hand, the shopkeeper helped him up and returned the instrument to his belt. “Sorry about that. What set him off?”        

       Shiro looked back at the omega and rubbed his wrist, “I asked him if he had a name,” he replied, “I heard that most slaves are stripped of their names and kept so drugged up that they don’t remember them, and I wanted to see if he remembered his.”         

       The shopkeeper pursed his lips and shook his head, “His name is Lance, but he won’t answer to it. You can rename him yourself but I doubt it will do you any good. Not even a proper beating will get him to speak and at this point, I often wonder if he’s a mute.” He shook his head and faced Shiro, changing the subject, “now, as for the price, write me a check and I’ll hand him over.” The boy cautiously approached the bars of the cage, aware that he was in the process of being purchased again.         

       “Lance,” Shiro mused, pulling out his checkbook and hastily scribbling out the allotted price. He could tell by the way the omega was staring at him, that he could understood what they were were saying and though the omega had never spoken to the shopkeeper, something in his gut told him that Lance was just holding out on them.          

       Pocketing the check,  the shopkeeper approached the cage again, fitting the key into the lock. “Alright, he’s all yours.” Grabbing Lance’s arms, the man hooked a leather collar around his neck and pulled him out. The cage was rather small and it had been quite some time since he had been able to stand properly, so while leaving his prison was an exciting thought, Lance’s legs instantly screamed in protest and gave out underneath him. Before the shop keeper could make another move, Shiro strode forward and held the slave up under his arms, allowing him to get used to his newfound freedom.        

        “I’ll take it from here thanks.” Shiro said as Lance stretched out his legs in order to stand. The shopkeeper nodded and walked back towards the counter as Shiro led Lance out of the shop and away from his old life.         

       Standing in the blinking sunlight for the first time in ages, Lance wasn’t exactly sure what to do. He could try to run, but his legs were still rather stiff and he knew he wouldn’t make it very far. Lance was startled out of his thoughts when Shiro finally stopped in front of an expensive looking car.        

       Rearranging his grip around Lance, the alpha dug through his pockets and pulled out a set of keys which he used to unlock the car. He carefully placed Lance in the back seat, and closed the door, before walking around to the otherside of the car and settling himself into the front seat.      

       There was a few moments of silence before Shiro finally spoke, addressing the omega through the rearview mirror, “So, according to the man in the shop, your name is Lance.” When the omega remained silent, Shiro paused, abruptly starting up the car and pulling out of the shadowed driveway. “My name is Takashi Shirogane, I know this all must be a huge blur to you, and I understand that it will take some time for you to get used to me.” Shiro said, casually glancing back through the mirror. “But do try to behave, will you? It would be a shame to start off our new relationship with hostility.” When the slave didn’t answer, Shiro felt a wave of frustration wash over him. Though he started off almost every morning repeating the mantra, “patience yields focus,” to himself in the mirror, he wasn’t an extremely patient man, and one of his many flaws was that he was quick to anger.      

        “Will you not speak?” he asked gripping the steering wheel tightly, resisting the urge to yell.        

       There was another moment of silence before Lance finally opened his mouth, “I’ll speak when I feel like it, not because you order me to,” he said, voice cracking from lack of use.        

       Shiro was silent, he had to admit that he was surprised enough that the slave had even answered, so much so that he wasn’t immediately angry. “I see,” he responded after a few moments. “Well, I guess we’ll have to change that.”               

        Mulling over his new master’s words, the slave once again fell silent. He had no idea what was in store for him, but there was something that set this man apart from his previous owners. He was confident and well groomed and something in Lance’s gut told him that if he wasn’t careful, he might just end up like the rest of those nameless slaves back at the shop. The rest of the car ride was spent in silence as Lance tried to picture what fate had in store for him this time.

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The Martyr

                        Chapter Five                     The Hand That Feeds       

It was dark. Lance wasn’t sure how long he had been chained up, but judging by the painful pangs of hunger that contracted in his stomach every few minutes, it had to have at least been a couple of days. After his assault, Lotor had returned to his room only once, to dress Lance in a blue silk wrap that hung loosely around his waist. But since then, Lance had seen neither hide nor hair of him. It would have been a safe bet that he had been forgotten if not for the daily visits from Zethrid, who made sure he was at the very least cleaned and given water. He supposed he should at the very least be grateful for that. Yet, he just couldn’t relax. Lotor’s ominous words echoed in his mind, and he just couldn’t shake the feeling that Lotor’s cruelty was only just beginning.

       ‘Don’t fret young paladin, while it would be wonderful to see your belly huge and round with Galran brood, I have other plans for you.’ That’s what he’d said with that cruel and sickening smile on his face. And, it wasn’t just the words themselves, it was the way he said them - with such a sadistic inflection that it almost seemed like what he had planned was way beyond any cruel or inhuman thing that Lance could imagine. That being said, what could be worse than being experimented on so he could carry Galran children? He shook his head, not wanting to dwell on such thoughts any longer. It was bad enough that he had been fucked mercilessly without his consent, the idea that he as a man could carry children was just too much.

       Instead Lance’s thoughts turned once again to escape and his team. Best case scenario he would manage to escape and somehow find his team in the deep recesses of space without his helmet or armor. That, or his team would bust in, kick Galran ass and rescue him. I could even deal with Keith teasing me for being caught, he thought with a small smile. An image of Keith’s scowling face came to his mind and a pang of longing gripped his chest. I miss him…I miss all of them.

       After a few moments of silence, Lance shook that thought from his head as well. There was no use focusing on such thoughts. He experimentally tugged at the binds around his wrist and ankles. Damn, they were still incredibly sturdy; there was no way he was going to be able to break them. His eyes instead focused on the wooden post that the binds were attached to. Maybe, if  he could just - the door suddenly hissed open, startling him out of his thoughts, and to his surprise Lotor walked into the room, wheeling in a covered silver cart.

       Lance’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, “what the hell is that?” he snapped, glaring up at the prince.

       “Sharp tongued as ever I see,” Lotor replied dismissively, bringing the cart to a halt in front of Lance. “You would think after three days of solitary confinement with no food, we would have been able to scrape off that abrasive attitude of yours, but it appears you still have more of a lesson to learn. We’ll have to drill it into that head of yours before the end of the month or we may just have to postpone my plans,” he grinned, brushing Lance’s hair behind his ears.

       Lance recoiled at the prince’s touch and fear prickled in his chest, but he tried not to let it show. “You never answered my question, and what the hell kind of sick plans do you have for me, anyway? I already told you that I won’t betray my friends, so I don’t know why you’re even bothering with all of this.”

       Lotor chuckled in response to Lance’s bravado. “I will reveal my plans in due time, Blue. We have a few months before everything is prepared. In the meantime, let’s just enjoy the time we have together,” he purred, dragging a clawed hand underneath the silk wrap to caress Lance’s bare thigh. Lance flinched at the touch, acutely aware that his cock lay within reach, completely bare under the thin silk.

       Before Lance could voice his discomfort, Lotor removed his hand and returned his attention to the silver cart. Lance’s eyes followed Lotor’s movements suspiciously, watching intently as Lotor stood up, wheeled the cart over to the side of the bed where Lance was bound, and carefully lifted off the lid of the tray, setting it down on the bedside table.

       Craning his neck, Lance peered down at the tray. Inside a large, shallow, metallic plate was a yellowish brown substance, both grainy and soupy in texture. It smelled foul, and Lance only recognized it as food due to the spoon that was submerged into the disgusting slop. Lance wrinkled his nose in disgust. Lotor picked up the spoon and scooped up the thick mixture and brought it towards Lance’s mouth. “Eat, it wouldn’t do if you suddenly died before my plan was complete.”

       Lance recoiled in disgust, tilting his neck away from the spoon, gagging at the smell, “How about I don’t and say that I did?” he grimaced as Lotor followed Lance’s mouth with the spoon. Lance turned his head away once more, refusing to open his mouth.

       Lotor sighed and quickly untied Lance’s binds, ”I was hoping we could do this the easy way but it seems that I was wrong.” Relief flooded over Lance when Lotor placed the spoon back into the bowl, but it was short lived, as Lotor suddenly grabbed a fistful of his hair, dragging him into a sitting position and smacked him hard across the face. Stunned, Lance turned his head to face Lotor only to be smacked again, this time a little harder. Without warning, Lotor gripped Lance’s jaw, prying his mouth painfully open before grabbing the spoon once more and shoving it deep into Lance’s mouth, clattering it noisily against his teeth.

       The taste was revolting, almost like liquified medicine and he gagged as the bitter mixture hit his tongue, but before he had a chance to spit it up, Lotor slapped his hand hard against Lance’s throat, forcing him to swallow it down. Suddenly, he gripped his hair again slapping him hard across the face. “Are you going to behave Blue, or are all your meals going to be this difficult?” Lotor chuckled as Lance coughed and retched, trying to pull his hair out of the Galran’s iron grip.

        “S-stop I -” Lance wheezed, gripping Lotor’s wrist’s weakly before Lotor gripped his jaw and pushed another spoonful into his mouth, this time nearly shoving it down his throat. With the spoon still clamped between Lance’s teeth, the prince forced his mouth closed and once again, made him swallow the revolting blend by smacking his hand hard against his throat before letting go.

       That was it for Lance who retched and threw up all over his lap and chest, letting the spoon clatter to the floor. Lotor looking disgusted, gripped Lance’s jaw again, this time landing a curled first against his cheek causing flecks of vomit and saliva to spatter against the wall. Lance, still heaving,  let out a choked sob, his face starting to swell where Lotor had punched him. With tears threatening to spill over, he looked back at Lotor who suddenly grabbed his face and forced his mouth open, but instead of scooping up more of the blend, lotor gathered a large spoonful of Lance’s own vomit and forced the spoon into his mouth. Lance gagged and fought against Lotor’s grip his eyes bulging and drool dripping out of the corners of his mouth.

       “Disgusting,” Lotor sneered. “Absolutely disgusting. I go through the trouble of fixing you a nutritious meal and you not only refuse my hospitality but you vomit all over yourself like some sick animal.” He forced Lance to swallow and immediately scooped up some more, pushing it against Lance’s mouth who gagged and tried to shove the spoon away. “Please stop I’ll - mmf,” he pleaded, only to be cut off as Lotor suddenly pushed Lance’s face into his own lap, smearing vomit over his face and bangs. Lance panicked as vomit filled his nose and airwaves, cutting off his breath and as he began to thrash, Lotor finally let go, watching as Lance retched and sobbed, gasping for air.     The prince’s eyes quirked up as an idea suddenly hit him, “Oh dear Blue,” he cooed, “you’ve made such an awful mess of yourself. Do you want to be rinsed off?”

       Lance shook his head, hot angry tears pouring down his cheeks. He knew from the very beginning how evil the prince was, especially after their last meeting. But he had no idea how disgusting and sadistic the prince could be until that very moment and he was not eager to find out what, “rinsed off,” meant. “N-no,” he choked, his shoulders shaking.

    “Oh come now, I insist,” Lotor pressed, untying Lance’s legs and yanking him off the bed by his hair. Lance yelped and tried to tug himself free, but Lotor pushed Lance down onto his knees, forcing him to kneel in front of him. To Lance’s horror, Lotor began to unbutton his pants, pulling his cock free and aiming it towards Lance’s ruined face.

    “N-no, don’t -” Lance started, only to be cut off as Lotor began to urinate onto his face. Lance was humiliated and disgusted and his cheeks burned with shame as Lotor emptied himself onto Lance’s face, causing a mix of vomit, piss and drool to slide down his neck and chest. When he was finished, he threw Lance to the side, who landed against the wall in a crumpled heap and began to sob.

    Grinning at the sight, Lotor turned, tucking himself back into his pants and began to head toward the exit. “I know that may have seemed harsh, Blue, but I assure it was a necessary learning opportunity. Maybe next time you’ll learn not to insult the hand that feeds.” And with that he left, leaving Lance to his own shame and despair.  Previous Ao3 Link

Martyrs

                                                      Chapter Four                                                             Used             Lance pulled desperately against his binds, pain blossoming in his already sore shoulders. He had to get out there, he just had to – the sound of footsteps, growing louder with each step echoed down the hallway, and panic rose in Lance’s throat when Lotor returned carrying a small, plastic bottle.     No- nononono- Please-  Lance thought desperately, squeezing his eyes shut. Gritting his teeth, tears leaked from the corner of his eyes, dripping down onto the pillows under his head.

       Ignoring the blue paladin’s tears, Lotor ripped the rest of Lance’s ruined suit and tossed it aside, leaving Lance spread eagle, naked and exposed. He then quickly popped the top off of the bottle and squirted a liberal amount of warm, sticky fluid between Lance’s cheeks, grinning lustfully. The prince freed himself from his pants once more, pulling them down around his thighs and began using the head of his cock to rub the lube around Lance’s tight hole.

       Lance’s eyes widened in fear, and he tensed up despite knowing he should relax to lessen the pain. Lotor chuckled and without a seconds thought, pushed the tip of his massive cock into Lance’s hole, marveling at its tightness. “Tell me, Blue,” he purred, sweat beading along his forehead, “how would you feel if I had the witch’s druids modify your body in order to bear offspring?” With a cruel laugh, he began to thrust, every bump and ridge rubbing against the paladin’s insides.        It hurt. Every muscle in Lance’s body tensed painfully and he opened his mouth in a silent scream. At the prince’s words, tears openly poured from Lance’s eyes and his teeth ground together in an attempt to muffle the sound of pain that threatened to rip from inside him. Yet, despite his effort, it tore free past his lips, hurting his throat in the process until it was red raw. Beads of blood knitted together around the massive intrusion, and every thrust coated Lotor’s length in blood. I-I’m gonna tear…. Lance thought desperately, trying to think of anything else but what Lotor was saying.

       Lotor shoved his knees underneath Lance, pushing his body upwards and straining the ropes in order to thrust in deeper. Noticing Lance’s distress and discomfort, he chuckled, “don’t fret young paladin, while it would be wonderful to see your belly huge and round with Galran brood, I have other plans for you.”

       Lance didn’t like the sound of that, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. Pleasure was starting to spike in between waves of pain, and it was becoming easier for Lotor to snap his hips forward without resistance. Lance moaned raggedly as Lotor began to fuck into him. “Such a good boy,” Lotor praised, leaning down to whisper into Lance’s ear, “taking me like this, and on your first time no less. You must be built for this.”       Lance sobbed, shaking his head back and forth, but Lotor quickly stilled the blue paladin’s movements. Placing his clawed hand against the side of Lance’s face, he shoved his head into the pillow, grunting as his hips pistoned back and forth. “You can try to deny it all you want,” he growled, a cruel smile playing over his lips, “but I think I’ll enjoy using you for a bit longer.”

       The tip of Lotor’s cock suddenly ghosted over Lance’s prostate, and his eyes shot open as a moan tore from his already raw throat. “N-no,” he gasped, as realization flashed behind Lotor’s eyes.

       “There..?” the prince mused, slowly pulling his hips back before snapping them forward repeatedly, pressing once again against Lance’s vulnerable spot.

       Cock twitching violently, white hot pleasure coursed throughout Lance’s body and his thrashing began anew, desperately trying to escape that feeling. He wouldn’t…no.. he couldn’t allow Lotor to make him cum. He was a paladin of Voltron, a defender of the universe, “f - ngh-a-AH!” his body shuddered violently and his back arched stretching his binds to their limit, as ribbons of cum shot out from his untouched member, splattering against his own chest.

       Lotor chuckled once again, and began fucking Lance mercilessly through his orgasm, revelling at how each spasm had Lance clutching tightly around him. He quickly picked up the speed, feeling a familiar warmth and pressure building in the pit of his stomach. After a few more thrust, Lotor suddenly shuddered as well, releasing his load deep inside the blue paladin, pumping him full of cum.

       Lance choked down a sob, shame washing over him. He had failed, he had allowed Lotor’s filthy cock to defile him and worse, he had cum without even being touched. I’m disgusting. Previous Ao3 Link

The Martyr

                                                         Chapter 2                                                        The Prisoner        Three days had passed since Lance had been unceremoniously dragged away from his first cell and relocated to a new one, and he was not enjoying the accommodations.         This new room was much colder than the last, and his body suit definitely wasn’t a replacement for a nice, warm sweater. On top of that, his shackles had been attached to a small ring on the wall, about four feet off the ground and making it impossible for him to sit down comfortably.        After three days of being strung up, his shoulders were feeling stiff and painful, and he had stopped struggling in order to free himself from unnecessary pain. That did not mean, however, that Lance was going to take this treatment on the chin. “RELEASE ME, YOU FUCKING LONG-HAIRED ASSWIPE! STOP IGNORING ME, I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!” He roared at the closed door.        Lance had been pretty sure he was about to experience some sort of heinous torture when he first arrived but so far, he had just been locked in the room, and the only time the doors had opened was when Zethrid or one of Lotor’s other general’s came in to feed him and give him water. He supposed he should be grateful that they were feeding him, but still, being ignored was not sitting well with him at all.        Just when Lance had shouted himself hoarse and was about to give up, the doors suddenly slid open with a metallic hiss revealing Lotor, an amused grin spread over his face.

       “My my, Blue, you are quite the noisy one aren’t you?”

       Lance’s eyes narrowed and he curled his lips up in a disgusted sneer, “I didn’t want you to forget I was here! Release me at once or -” he suddenly faltered, or what? What the hell could he do while he was chained up like this?        Lotor chuckled and seemed to guess what the blue paladin was thinking, “I am afraid I can’t do that, however - ” he broke off suddenly, his eyes seeming to almost shine in the dim light. Slowly, he approached Lance, looking down at his body with an almost hungry look in his eye. Reaching out, he slid his hand down Lance’s side, admiring how his suit accentuated his form, “If you really don’t want to be alone I suppose I could -”        Lance didn’t let Lotor finish his sentence; he wasn’t oblivious, and the way that Lotor was looking at him made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Without warning, he launched out as far as he could go, his head making contact with the prince’s with a sickening crunch.        Lotor stumbled backwards, swearing angrily and clutching his head. Pulling his hand away, he saw blood and growled. “ZETHRID!”        Lance glared at her as she tore into the room, blood trickling down his forehead; she surveyed the scene and approached Lotor, unable to hide the grin that was forming on her face.

       “Release him,” Lotor ordered, wiping the blood from his forehead, eyes narrowed in anger.

       “Yes, Sir,” she replied pulling the key from her hip and pushing it into the lock before standing back.

        Lance fell onto the ground, shoulders burning as he suddenly held out his hands to land. This was his chance! Lance prepared himself to roll forward and tackle Lotor, but before he could even move, fingers gripped Lance’s hair and dragged him to his feet. Lotor’s fist connected hard with his stomach, winding him. “Try that again and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk ever again, understand?” Lotor growled, twisting Lance’s face to look him in the eye, which turned out to be a mistake as Lance suddenly spat into it. Lotor froze, anger bubbling in his gut, and he brought his hand up as if to slap him. Lance flinched away, bracing himself, but when the blow never landed, he looked up. Lotor let go of him and he tutted loudly, “Oh Blue,” he sighed, wiping his face, “you really are a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?”        Before Lance could answer, Lotor turned to address his general. “Zethrid, take our guest to my chambers. It’s time he learned the true meaning of fear.”

——————- Chapter 1

The Martyr

                                                       Chapter one                                                          Captured

       Lance awoke with a start, the first thing he noticed was the pain, he hurt everywhere. His body was littered with cuts and bruises and he could feel that the hair that was stuck to his head was matted with sticky dried blood. The blue paladin’s breath was coming out in short wheezy pants, and he realized the he probably had a broken rib.

        He didn’t want to move but he knew he needed to get a look at his surroundings and figure out what had happened. He made a move as if to sit up, and panic rose inside him when he realized that his hands were shackled tightly behind him. Brain kicking into high alert, Lance curled his knees upward and lifted his upper body off the floor, ignoring the sudden spike of pain, looking frantically around him. What he saw made his heart sink.

        He was in a cold, empty, metal room, lit dimly by purple lights, A low electrical hum filled the air and displayed on the wall was a familiar sharp, four pointed symbol. He all alone, chained helplessly on a galra ship, he had been captured.

——————-

        Looking down at himself, Lance tried to piece together the events before his capture. They had gotten word from the Blade of Marmora that a distress signal had been sent from a ship somewhere in the Javeeno Star System. Knowing it was so close to where the Balmera and Shay were located, Hunk had immediately jumped at the chance, insisting they answer the call.

        Shiro however, was much more skeptical, though he agreed, only on the condition that they all go as a team, a decision that turned out to be good one, as the signal had turned out to be a trap. Before they had even gotten close, they had been intercepted by Lotor and his fleet. The last thing he remembered was a frenzied battle, a sudden flash of pain, and then nothing.

       He shook his aching head of the memory and glanced around, trying to think of a way to escape. He quickly noticed that his paladin armor, helmet and weapon had been confiscated and that he was wearing nothing but his skin tight body suit, a realization that made him feel uncomfortable and exposed. For comfort, his mind turned slowly to his team, he knew they would do everything in their power to find and rescue him, and that he would eventually be reunited with them, but with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, he realized that for the time being, he was on his own.

        Leaning his head against the cool metal wall to find some relief from his aching head, Lance couldn’t help but think, ‘Whats gonna happene to me?’ As if on cue, the metal door suddenly opened with a metallic hiss, revealing his captor. “Lotor!” Lance hissed out, fixing the young prince with an icy glare. “Ah,” the silver haired galaran replied, a malicious grin spread across his face, “I believe you meant to say, Prince Lotor.” Strolling into the room with an air of confidence, he approached the blue paladin, who shuffled backwards against the wall, growling angrily.

        “Oh come now, is that any way for a Paladin of Voltron to act?” Lotor admonished, in an almost playful tone of voice.

       “As if I need to be told off by some spoiled exiled Prince!” Lance spat back, lifting himself off the ground to stand up, straining to free his arms which were still shackled behind his back.

       Though his face remained impassive, Lotor felt a spike of anger at the blue paladin’s words and he stared at Lance for a few seconds, before snapping his fingers and whipping his head around to look through the open door. One of his generals, Lance believed she was called Zethrid, entered the room and, after a quick and quiet exchange between the two, Zethrid strode forward and grabbed Lance by his hair, earning her a strangled yelp, and began to drag the blue paladin out of the room.

       Lotor watched the exchange leaning against the wall, an unfathomable grin on his face. “Come Blue,” he chuckled, straightening up to follow them, “let us show you the VIP treatment,” and with those final words, he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

I swear I'd love a part two so so much😭

KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE PRIZE

DARK CONTENT inho x reader

warnings — noncon, cockwarming, guns, squid game stuff

i’m begging you. if you don’t fuck with noncon and you hate it so much, then don’t fucking read this. 18+

a whole waterfall coming down your face, lip quivering, biting back your sobs. he said he’d make it even worse if you made a sound. so you decide to replace the sobs that you couldn’t let out with heavy breaths. you were about to start hyperventilating. legs tied to his, he was balls deep in you, forcing you to cockwarm him with your arms tied behind your back. god, you felt like you were gonna puke. you feel his cold gloves slide under your tracksuit jacket and onto your bare stomach, making you shiver.

“what’s got you so tense? are the games getting boring?”

you shake your head no, and he shifts under you. you know he did it on purpose, it wasn’t done to get comfortable, it was done to fuck with you. feeling his dick move in you and feeling yourself clench around him. you hated it. he laughs lightly before moving his head into your shoulder to get a better view of the games. he squeezed your arm with one of his hands, the other still wrapped around your stomach. you had to watch all these people die, you put your head down. this was sick. he was sick. he lets go of your arm and grabs your chin, lifting it to make you keep watching.

“keep your eyes up. this is nice of me, no? i could pick up this gun right now and shoot you just like them. it won’t hurt me. i still got what i want.”

he moves his hand from your chin and taps the gun on his table. you hadn’t even noticed it until he said something. he picks it up for a second, wiggling it at you tauntingly before putting it back down. he runs his hands through your hair and wraps his arms all around you, pulling your back right into his chest. you don’t know how, but somehow that made his dick go even deeper, and you quickly try to lift yourself up off of him, despite your legs being tied down to his own. he quickly grips your hips and pulls you back down before slapping you on the inside of your thigh, hard, causing you to flinch up and bounce on his dick, immediately you pause and suck the air through your teeth, more tears dribbling down, all while hearing a low dark laugh from behind you. an evil man you thought was your friend. a man you thought you could trust.

“yknow,”

he grabs a glass of whine from his table and presses it to his lips.

“you’d think you’d be happy.”

he moves the glass to sit on your thigh, a quiet way of telling you to stay still. wouldn’t wanna spill it on his nice suit after all.

“i mean, instead of running the risk of getting shot, now you just have to stay here and run the risk of not pleasing me.”

you swallow hard, your chest rising up and down quickly still as you try to keep your head up to watch these sick games, the whole time you’re looking for gihun and your group, hoping they’re okay. he moves the glass off your thigh and blindly presses the glass to your lips. you move your head away and the wine spills on you, painting the once green jacket completely red. it was the only safety net that you had that he allowed you to keep. that stupid jacket covered in blood and now wine. it was gross, but at least you weren’t completely bare. it didn’t stop him from touching you though, clearly, but it gave you some sort of comfort. he sighs before putting the glass back on the table and you tense more as he rubs his hands up your arms, scared of what was to come next.

“so? what’s going on in that head of yours?”

you take a deep breath before finally speaking to him.

“you’re a liar.”

he simply laughs and he moves once again, making you squeeze your eyes shut and you bite your lip.

“i want to go.”

“you’d rather play the games?”

you slowly nod your head and he hums before you hear something on his table move and something pressed against your back. you try to twist yourself to look behind at him, but he simply grips your arm, sending a threat your way to turn back around towards the tv and you obey.

“let’s play a game then.”

you hear the sound of a gun cocking and he presses it back to you and that’s when you knew what was pressing against your back, causing you to whimper.

“what? i thought you wanted to play.”

“i—”

he moves the gun away from your back and up to your neck and you choke on your words. you feel his hand shift before you hear the loud bang of the gun, causing you to scream, thinking that the bullet went through your head as you sob out, choking on your own tears. coughing everywhere and your chest heaving. he wraps his arm around your neck and pulls you into his back again cutting off some of your air flow and rests his other arm with the gun onto your exposed lap. you felt his cock twitch in you, but any other sensations were dulled out from the fear you were in. it had all felt almost numb.

“you still wanna play the games?”

he positioned the gun under your chin, lifting it up and you let out a choked up ‘no’. he decides to remove it and you finally stop holding your breath. he moves it in front of your face and waves it slightly before placing it back on the table beside him, but it didn’t comfort you in the slightest. your chest was stil heaving and the beads of sweat dripping down your forehead didn’t slow down in the slightest. you hear him sigh behind you before sitting up straighter and doing the slightest movements and the slowest thrusts in you. you immediately start moving your wrists in the restraints, straining to free them, throwing your head down and trying to squirm away and free your legs from his. he just holds the sides of your arms tightly, definitely bruising them under his gloved hands and he continues to grind under you, a small laugh coming from him as he feels you clench around him and he moves his gloved hand from your arm to the inside of your thigh, squeezing it before he sticks a gloved finger in you, lying right next to his dick, stretching you even more and finally a loud sob finds its way out of your throat and escapes your lips. he removes his finger and rubs a few circles on your clit, living for the feeling of you clenching around him before he moves his finger up the inside of your thigh, covering it in your slick. he wraps his arms around you again, pressing you against his chest as you continue to sniffle and let out small cries. he simply runs his hand through your hair and moves a hand to grope your boobs under your tracksuit. feeling that you’re so tense, he runs his hands up your sides and your waist, as if that was going to make you relax at all.

“i told you earlier that being here was better because all you had to do was run the risk of not pleasing me.”

he suddenly grips his fingers as tight as possible into your hips.

“so i’d suggest you start moving instead of trying to be so still unless you want me to pull the trigger next time i pick the gun back up.”

HJEHEHEEHHWHE

let me help ya’ relax.

thanos / player 230 x reader (squid game)

warnings — noncon, public (voyeurism), tears, kissing, use of the word bitch, use of the word rape, pussy kissing, choking, slight / barely but manhandling,

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“hey beautiful.”

“the hell?”

standing right in front of you, or rather over you, player 230. it was night and everyone was asleep or sitting in a corner somewhere. you didn’t know this guy besides seeing him the first two games and seeing him act like a fucking lunatic. you sit up and gather yourself.

“what do you want?”

“oh you know, just wanted to talk to a pretty girl.”

he does a cheeky smile. you stare. what do you even say to that. thank you i guess…?

“uh—”

“no need to thank me, it’s what i do. just such a great fucking guy right?”

he picks at the cross on his neck before pulling a pill out and holds it out to you.

“you use?”

“what?”

“drugs. do you do drugs? or have you done them before?”

how the fuck did he manage to bring his shit in here for one, and for two; why the hell is he more worried about doing drugs rather than living. that’d be the last thing you’d be thinking about.

“no. i dont do them and i dont have any interest in that.”

he does a fake pouty face.

“come on babe, loosen up ya’know? don’t wanna stress your pretty little face out.”

he pops the pill in his own mouth. where was this guy going with this? he clearly wants to stay here, hence the big blue ‘O’ on his jacket. so if he’s bored he should go talk to the people on his side. how the hell could you relax watching people you’ve gotten close to or even have just spoke to once die? meanwhile this dudes been jumping around having the time of his life while he’s been here. if this game ended tomorrow, he’d join it again a million times over. or maybe he wouldn’t but the drugs in his system sure as hell would.

“yeah, no… i appreciate your kindness but i don’t even know you and i think i’m just gonna lay back down.”

he grabs your hand and starts shaking it aggressively.

“my names thanos, it’s great to meet you! now you know who i am.”

he smiles again. you just stare. that’s not how it works at all. you could tell he was waiting for you to introduce yourself but you just brush it off and tell him again you’re going to lay back down. before you go to turn over and lay though, he grabs your face with both of his hands and presses your lips together into a deep kiss. he holds you there for a good while, and it felt like you were suffocating.

“what the fucks wrong with you?”

“baby, you could be my new drug! change that ‘X’ into an ‘O’, we’d be absolutely unstoppable!”

“this is real life you idiot, not some fucking video game!”

you slap his hand away from you and try telling him to get lost, but he just grabs your wrist and pushes you back onto your bed. you yell at him to get the fuck off of you but he just presses a finger up to your mouth hushing you.

“sex is a great way to relieve stress. just let me make you feel good. don’t be too loud though, unless you want the others to see us. but by all means, do it. it’s only going to make me harder.”

he laughed and winked at you. you suck the air through your teeth and he still holds onto your left wrist with one of his hands while letting the other one push at his chest. you’re more cautious with your voice level now and in a whisper you try again to get him to go.

“i don’t want to have sex with you, can you just go? go jack off in the corner or mess with literally any other girl here!”

he ignores you for the time being and goes to push your pants down, but with your free hand you grab his hand to stop him.

“gee babe, how sweet of you to wanna hold my hand! but uh, i kinda need it to get to the fun part.”

he ignores your hand continuing to grab at his, not proving to be much use at all besides annoying him. he pushes your pants down, and then your panties to your ankles; acting as sort of some form of restraint. it would prove to be somewhat more difficult to kick at him now as your footing would get caught in the pant legs. he sits up off of your chest finally and starts to pull his pants and boxers off. you wanted to scream at him so badly to get off of you, to scream for some help, but you knew nobody would and all they’d do was watch. it wasn’t anybody’s problem and they weren’t going to make it theirs.

he cups your sex and starts rubbing circles at your tiny little hole to get you all soaked and ready for him. he leans down and he kisses it. he was literally about to start making out with your fucking pussy.

you squeezed your eyes shut and a couple tears come sliding down. god, first you’re in this game that seems normal, then people around you start getting shot, nobody wants to go home, and now you’re getting rapped by some crazy ass drug addict that calls himself fucking thanos. thanos! you’re pulled out of your thoughts when you feel his thumb on your face and him wiping your tears. you slightly open your eyes and he kisses you again. this time with your free hand you push as hard as you can at his face. he moves back and he makes an ‘ow’ face and rubs his forehead. he grabs your used to be free wrist and just pushes it to your side and holds it there.

“it’s always the prettiest bitches that play fucking hard to get.”

he lines up his cock with your somewhat wet hole. he maybe would’ve spent a little more time prepping you but you just ticked him off and he wasn’t going to help you anymore than he already has.

“it’s alright, i’ll have screaming my name and this whole place will know it by the time we’re done baby!”

oh god you were gonna be sick. you feel the sudden intrusion and you immediately tense. biting your lip back from screaming and shaking your head, tears flying left and right. you try to bend and claw your fingers at his hands that are holding yours down but it proves to be futile. you yell at him, while still keeping your voice down to stop and that he’s gotten enough and that he should go.

“agh—please—”

“please? you—fuck’—you want me to please keep going? well you don’t have to tell me that, i was already going to!”

he keeps a fast pace going, and the bed might as well of slid off of the shitty bars it was being held up on. everybody sleeping above you could definitely feel the whole thing moving. you try to fish your legs out of your pants legs to at least have some sort of way of pushing him away but it proves to be slightly harder than you thought.

“fuck babe—you feel so—fuck- so fucking good.”

he sucks the air through his teeth breathing heavy, while you’re doing the opposite and holding your breath.

“god you’re so tight, and you’re so — m’- so hot. i wish i could feel every inch of your — agh - you’re body but you’re too much of a fucking bitch, so i gotta keep ya’ still.”

he stops at an in thrust and moves his face down to yours, causing his cock to go deeper in you and causing you to bite back a moan and squeeze your eyes shut. he press his forehead to yours, your sweat causing them to almost stick together. he whispers to you while keeping perfect eye contact.

“but your my fucking bitch right? you’ll be my dumbed out little whore, baby. should get a tattoo on ya’ that says thanos’s bitch.”

he laughs moves down to your neck, starting to kiss all over it. leaving sweet marks all over as he starts thrusting into you again. you just feel his heavy hot breath against your neck and you just stare up at the bars above you and hold in the choked up sob threatening to come out. you feel his cock tense in you, threatening to shoot his load out and your eyes widen. he starts thrusting harder. he lets go of both your wrists and before you can even breathe out, relieved from the slightest bit of less pressure, he wraps both his hands around your throat and looks you in the eyes the whole entire time.

“come on bab — fuckk’- babe. look at me pleas- come on, watch how good you — you make me feel.”

you start to scratch at his his hands and his arms. he’d most definitely be marked up all over by the morning. finding it increasingly more difficult to breathe. you finally decide to look him in the eyes, sending him a pleading look to stop and to quit choking you, your face slowly starting to turn a shade of blue. upon your eyes looking at him, seeing those teary orbs and pleading face, it sends him over the edge. he sends a curse your way before he surprisingly pulls out, his load going all over the bed. he lets go of your neck and pulls up his boxers, falling on top of you. his weight making it hard for you to completely catch your breath. you start to choke and hiccup on your own tears before he looks up at you and strokes his hand across your face, catching a few tears in his hand.

“i told you it wouldn’t be bad at all. don’t you feel a little more at ease now? are you prepared for the games tomorrow?”

not at all. was he fucking delusional? he lays his head back on your chest, looking up at you like a child, and rubs his hands up your sides.

“tomorrow when we vote, you better change to an ‘O’. wouldn’t want my pretty girl to betray me after all.”

he does a fake pout at the end of that. you go to sit up to pull your pants back up but he stops you.

“uhm, allow me. wouldn’t want you to do any hard labor! i’ll take care of it all for ya.’”

he pulls your panties and your pants up and sits up off of you, getting his own pants situated. he grabs your hand and presses a kiss to the top of it, looking at you in your eyes with a smile, your eyes still watering. and you send a glare his way.

“ouch babe! you hurt me here.”

he smacks his chest a couple times where his heart was.

“i’d stay here and sleep with you, but my friends will want a piece of you too if they find out that’s what i did tonight.”

you shudder at the thought of that.

“but dont worry. i’ll see you tomorrow. i’ll see ya at breakfast, yeah?”

he pulls you in for one long kiss and you push him away and he almost falls into the next bed over. he grabs at his heart again dramatically.

“ugh, i don’t wanna leave you. we’ll talk tomorrow though, kay? maybe have some more fun too.”

he winks at you again before turning over his shoulder and literally skipping away, running with his arms in the air and his hands in fists. you just hug your knees, crying into them, and now more than ever you wanted to go home. god this was so fucked. you just wanted to go to the bathroom and wash all over yourself but you knew they wouldn’t let you in. you just keep a tight grip around your knees, trying to find some sort of solace while you’re stuck here.

cat and mouse — yandere tsukishima kei x f. reader

warnings: noncon, fingering, exhibitionism, degradation, rumors

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Rigged [DEAL WITH THE DEVIL COLLAB]

Pairings: Tsukishima Kei x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, attempted murder, DUBCON, mentions of baby trapping, mentions of breeding, manipulation, swearing, Tsukishima being kind of a jerk

Special: This is for the Deal With The Devil collab with one of my favorite authors on tumblr: @seijorhi and a bunch of other awesome tumblr authors!

Notes: I’ve never written this far into NSFW before, so I hope this turns out okay! O_O I hope you guys enjoy eek! It turned out a LOT longer than I expected, too.

Summary: You didn’t want to go to him for help but you had no other choice. It’s just too bad his game was rigged from the start.

rig

/verb/

manage or conduct (something) fraudulently so as to produce a result or situation that is advantageous to a particular person.

“I’m heading out, Dad!” The wane smile that forced its way onto your face stretched your cheeks and chapped lips in a way that hurt almost as much as the insincerity behind it. Your father saw right through your facade, of course, but there was no way he could guess how much more difficult it was to produce today than any of the previous days.

Walking out of that rundown shabby shack, your bare feet leaving imprints in the dusty soil under you… as unfortunate as this turn of events was, you knew that you couldn’t go on this way. Not for your sake, but your family’s. Your father’s.

The obsidian-black vehicle silently waiting for you looked anything but welcoming. Your once-confident footsteps faltered as your legs began to tremble. “You can do this” became “you have no other choice”. And, God, the knowledge that your choices were gone sent endless blows to your heart.

You had never been so thankful for silence as you were on the ride to your doom. No awkward chitchat or pleasantries were exchanged between the driver and yourself. It was much better that way. Talking meant thinking and thinking meant dwelling on the reason you would be talking to the chauffeur in the first place.

The walk through the mansion was just as silent as the ride there, but a part of you was less comforted by the quiet this time. Now, you wanted nothing more than to distract yourself from your surroundings.

So big, so beautiful, and so horrible. It reminded you so much of your old home- one that you could never step foot in again. Reduced to rubble beyond repair.

How ironic that a once-successful architect lost his house (and fortune) to a small storm. Your father’s work opportunities reduced to rubble as well.

Truly beyond repair.

You were standing in front of him much too quickly for your liking.

“My, my, my, (Y/n), I thought you were done with this sort of work. What brings you to me with such a sudden, desperate request for employment?”

You bit your tongue so viciously that the coppery taste of blood seeped into your wounded taste buds, “My family isn’t doing too well financially, so I thought it would be best to get a job… Tsukishima.”

Bile rose in your throat with the choked force you used to utter his name. He truly made you sick.

“‘Not doing too well financially’,” the tall man mocked your words, a mischievous smirk spreading across his lips, “I’d say that’s quite the understatement. I’ve heard that every company within 200 miles has turned him down. Probably because he’s too incompetent to build his own house correctly.”

You wanted to defend your father. You wanted to scream at the disgustingly smug man before you. You wanted to ask why the fuck he chose your family to target for his sadistic amusement.

But you couldn’t.

Not if you wanted to put food on your family’s table for your mother, father, little brothers, and you to survive another day.

“No one in town will hire me, as I’m sure you’re well aware. You said you had a job for me and you’re the only one who will hire me.”

The only one who will hire me because you’ve spread rumors about every member of my family to every business in this damned town.

Tsukishima raised an eyebrow, his smirk becoming even more mocking somehow, “What makes you think I’d hire you?”

Your heart sank.

“I mean,” he continued, cutting off any attempt at a rebuttal, “your skills are pathetic, really. You suck at everything you do. I could easily find a decent assassin in the back alley of this street. In fact, I could probably pay him less than what you’re begging for, too.”

“Please, Tsukishima,” your voice came out in a pitiful whimper that made your insides twist in self-revulsion, “I need this… I’ll do anything… just please.”

A noncommittal hum was your answer, prompting you to fall to your knees and truly beg. In that moment, you hated yourself more than you ever had. But you had no other choice.

“Please, please, please Tsukishima, I’ll do anything, please…” you were bawling, salty streams running down your face and dripping to the expensive carpet you kneeled on.

He heaved a sigh and lazily slid his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “Fine. But I do want you to agree to one condition. In writing.”

“Yes?” your head perked up, your heart soaring in a sudden whirlwind of hope that had your head spinning from the emotional whiplash.

A prewritten paper was pushed across the wooden desk he sat at, graced with his delicate handwriting. The page’s contents froze the blood in your veins, but, regardless, you signed your name on the line he wordlessly indicated.

“If I fail to complete the assassination of Yamaguchi Tadashi within the allotted time (one week), I agree to surrender my life to Tsukishima Kei.”

That last line sent shivers down your spine, but...

You had no other choice.

But, even as you internally repeated the reassurance on the ride back to the pile of sticks you called home, you deflated with the confidence you were losing bit by bit.

You kind of wished the chauffeur talked during this car ride.

This time the silence was deafening.

One week. That was more time than you’d ever been given. The previous record was five days. This assassination should have been a piece of cake.

So why was this one so much more difficult than any you’d had before?

All you really had to go off was a picture Tsukishima had shown you and a name. A few tips from some… unsavory… people had you standing in front of the Yamaguchi household within the same day.

But those damned rich people had security so tight you almost wondered if they knew you were coming. You didn’t make it to the window you planned to sneak through before security was tossing your ass onto the sidewalk you started on.

Another tip came through, letting you know that the humiliating experience was for all for nothing. The Yamaguchi family was vacationing abroad in England. You had no money for a plane ticket, so the struggle of becoming a stowaway befell you.

Three days into the mission and you had no idea where to find your target and an entire country to search.

Then a tip came through! It wasn’t a vacation, but a business trip! Yamaguchi was pitching a million-dollar idea to a company miles away from the airport. Hitchhiking was never fun, but it was necessary this time around.

Unfortunately, it turned out Tadashi’s father was the Yamaguchi that was meeting with the company. “Questioning” his father led you to a new destination.

The damned man was in Brazil, catching up with some of his old friends.

You were on the fifth day by the time you made it there. Sweltering heat, the only food in your belly being food scraps from garbage cans, and exhaustion… but worst of all, you still had no idea where Yamaguchi was.

A few more tips and you miraculously found the group of friends meeting up, but no one matched the picture you were given. Not a single one of them knew where Yamaguchi was, saying that they hadn’t seen him in a couple years.

You should have guessed his father had lied and you berated yourself on your mistake. On the trip back to Japan, a sickening feeling swirling in your belly overtook you, only worsened tenfold when you looked at the time.

11:46 pm. The end of the seventh day, and, subsequently, your life was less than 15 minutes away. All you wanted to do was sneak off to your family for one last goodbye...

Tsukishima was waiting for you in the airport lobby, his obvious smirk screamed “victory” to you. You trailed behind him like a leashed puppy being led by its owner through the pouring rain.

Time was up, so it was time to die.

You had no other choice.

“So,” Tsukishima sat at the mahogany desk, his grin too much for you to look at, “I believe seven days have passed and, according to our contract, that means you’ve failed to complete your objective in time.

Your voice wavered, even as you held back the tears and straightened up, “I have a request, Tsukishima.”

“You’re not really in a position to bargain, you know,” he quirked an eyebrow upwards, but gave you an indulgent smile, motioning for you to continue with his hands, despite the contradiction in his words.

“When you kill me, can you please make sure my family gets some sort of money? I-I know I failed but… my little brothers are just children. They’re not old enough to get a job, even if our reputation would let them- I mean, the eldest of them won’t be an adult for five years…”

“You want to give back to your family?” Tsukishima hummed to himself, his expression impossible to read, “That’s noble of you, but I’d expect nothing less.”

He straightened up in the leather chair, his smirk fading into a smile that seemed surprisingly gentle… fond, even, “I’ll give money to your family after you die, alright?”

You nodded silently, not trusting your voice. Your lip quivered as you let the tears flow freely from your eyes. Tears not just of terror, but of relief. At least your failure would still benefit your family, which was your goal in the first place.

You just wouldn’t be there to enjoy it with them.

“(Y/n).” His voice still held that victorious smugness in the tone, but the pitch was softer, almost as though he was soothing a child or calming a stray cat. Your eyes were too blurry with tears to see anything more than his figure rounding the desk and approaching you.

“Can… can my death be quick and painless? I know I-I’m asking a l-lot b-but-” you burst into tears, blubbering too much to get the words out. It was… it was real. You were going to die. You were never going to hug your dad, help out your mom, and play with your little brothers again. Their faces flashed through your head as your vision blurred more under the flood of tears.

“I’m not going to kill you.”

You couldn’t believe what you’d just heard. Surely you were imagining that he’d said you weren’t going to die at his hands, right? You were in denial, or something, right?

The tall blond must have recognized the confusion on your tear-stained face, because he repeated exactly what you’d thought he said, “I’m not going to kill you.”

He leaned in close, his warm breath playing across your cheeks and cooling the salty tears that wettened them. His slender fingers slid under your chin and angled your head to face yours.

His eyes. Oh God, the expression in them… You’d never seen this look in Tsukishima’s golden eyes before and it shook you to the core. Protected by just a thin barrier of glass were his golden-brown eyes, the pupil blown wide with soft adoration.

That expression… it reminded you of the time your youngest brother found the cutest little white kitten in the alley near their shack. Before your mother dismissed the idea of keeping it (there were too many mouths to feed already), his eyes shimmered with excitement and love for the tiny bundle of fur he cradled in his arms and cuddled his face into.

The same expression… it matched how Tsukishima was looking at you now. As if you were the only thing in the world that mattered and he finally had gotten it.

You were fucking terrified.

“The contract said ‘I agree to surrender my life to Tsukishima Kei.’ It didn’t specify that I’d kill you, only that your life would belong to me. That you would belong to me.”

“W-why?” This was all too much… you felt like your head might explode from the spinning tornado of jumbled thoughts whirling through your brain.

His hand wrapped around yours and you allowed him to lead you from the office room, too numb to fight back against him. While you walked, he explained himself to you, his tone holding barely-contained excitement in every syllable. It made you nauseous.

“I’ve loved you for a really long time you know… you barely even noticed me, despite all of our classes together. I signed up for every single one of your classes, even though our majors were different. But did you ever try to keep our conversations going? Or reach back out to me like I did to you? No, not even once.”

His voice grew darker as anger replaced excitement, “So I had your mansion demolished, then spread those rumors about your family. I mean, I know you already knew about the rumors, you’re not stupid after all…”

He… he did this? It wasn’t the storm after all?

“But when I saw your devastated expression I… I realized I didn’t do that for revenge. I didn’t like seeing your suffering as much as I thought I did. I wasn’t over you, and I’m still not. I devised a plan to finally bring you back to me, but you remained so stubborn.”

He gritted his teeth for a moment, then relaxed, “But you’re here now, and that’s all that mattered. Yamaguchi Tadashi is my best friend, I made sure he knew about my plan and he was more than willing to help. I hid him in Brazil and placed guards around him and his house, just in case. They were ordered not to kill or badly hurt you.”

So that’s why they didn’t do anything to me except kick me out… and they really did know I was coming…

“I had people all over give you false tips to lead you astray. Plane trips to other countries can take a long time, can’t they?”

It was your turn to grit your teeth, but you sure as hell weren’t relaxing afterwards.

“You weren’t actually supposed to go to Brazil, but my spies made sure to alert Yamaguchi before you found him, so he wouldn’t be surprised when you showed up. He told me you came right up to him and asked if he’d seen himself! He lied straight through his teeth, obviously. That picture I gave you, by the way, is a random stock photo. I was honestly surprised you didn’t Google him or anything, but it worked out for me. You didn’t recognize him at all.”

He led you into what appeared to be his bedroom, judging by the king-sized bed in the center of the room.

“Now, my sweet (Y/n), get on your knees.”

You knew what was going to happen to you at this point. If his big supervillain-esque reveal wasn’t enough of a giveaway, the lust clouding his eyes sealed the deal.

There was no point in fighting him, so you dropped to your knees. Tsukishima eagerly unbuttoned and unzipped his dress pants, tugging out his hardened cock. It was long and veiny with a flushed tip. It wasn’t very thick, but its length made up for its girth.

“You know what I want you to do, don’t you?”

The legally-binding contract, Tsukishima’s influence, and your family’s safety- you had no other choice. Your hand reached out and your fingers wrapped around the shaft, your lips wrapping around the rounded tip.

Tsukishima let out a pleasured sigh above you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him. Humiliated, you forced yourself to take him into your mouth, gagging when his hips moved forward and the tip hit the back of your throat.

He hissed out praises while you reluctantly sucked his dick, nausea stirring in your stomach at the taste of his salty precum on your tongue. Finally, he gently pushed your head away, and you risked a look up at his face.

The once-composed, proper-looking stoic man looked like an absolute mess. His glasses were slightly askew and his face was bright red. He was panting- ragged loud breaths that blew across your face in uneven waves of air.

A shudder rolled through him and one of his trembling hands pointed at the large bed. “Strip and lay on your back.”

As you fumbled with your clothes, hot tears rolling down your face, his eager words assaulted your ears from behind you as he rambled on about you both, “You don’t need your old family, we’ll start our own! I need to continue the Tsukishima family line, and you’re good with your little brothers, so you’ll be great with our child! And we’re finally going to make love… oh God, (Y/n), I’ve been waiting years for this.”

You didn’t want to have a child with him. You didn’t want to be raped. You didn’t want this twisted infatuation he had for you, but...

You had no other choice.

killing me softly.

Keigo Takami x F!Reader

7.3k words

summary: Just another evening of post-pregnancy bliss alongside your faithful and doting husband, Keigo. He’s been so considerate of your recovery… It may be a little soon, but he deserves a reward for being so patient, doesn’t he? Yes, yes he does.

warnings: yandere, non-con, kidnapping, forced pregnancy, breeding, lactation, fantasies of suicide, overall scumbag keigo shenanigans

A/N: started this a month ago. my inspo skedaddled about halfway through. it never came back, but i was tired of feeling guilty about already having 4k words written so i finally decided to bite the bullet and just spend a few hours slapping the keyboard until the rest of this 7k monstrosity was born. not sure why i’m posting on here since i’m hardly active but :’) this is for all the homies who are constantly starving for nasty keigo content. i feel y'all. i AM y'all.

technically a continuation of this fic.

Sometimes, you thought about throwing yourself from your balcony. You’d never actually be able to, what with the layers upon layers of security ensuring you’d never so much as sniff the outside air without Keigo’s express permission and supervision. Still, a girl could dream.

Just the idea of that moment before the fall, the suspension of time and space that simultaneously felt ephemeral and like an eternity. The blistering onslaught of air forcing your eyes closed. Your hair whipping wildly behind you, like ribbons. The weightless feeling of your organs, and the butterflies filling the spaces in between them. And finally, the moment before your body collided with the unforgiving earth—then nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

You yearned for it, more than anything you thought to be capable of yearning. It frightened you, because this is what he made—no, molded you into. A scared little thing, cowering and submitting always, because a happy Keigo was infinitely more preferable to an upset Keigo. He made you want to die. You, who used to be someone worthy of the title villain, worthy of the fear of others, and the respect of your peers.

So much for that.

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eram quod es, eris quod sum.

paring. siren!hawks x fem!reader

c/w. dark content, noncon, brainwashing, drugging, oral sex (f!receiving), loss of virginity, (1) mention of breeding, hawks is a conniving bastard, reader is a cranky know-it-all, some mentions of blood, a crumb of lore was stolen from supernatural

a/n. half of my reason for writing this was for @bibbidi-bobbidi-birb. you are so ridiculously talented at writing and characterizing this man; i drew a lot of inspiration from your seven deadly sins series, although i don’t write as eloquently as you do so i pray it doesn’t melt your eyeballs lmfao. the other half of this is dedicated to @hhawks owtw collab & to all of the amazing writers on this platform. hope y'all enjoy ♥

w/c. 21k

playlist. 1, 2, 3, 4

“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.”

– H.P. Lovecraft

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Wraith’s Touch (Yandere Ghost Shigaraki x Reader)

Pairing: Shigaraki x Reader Triggers: Noncon, dubcon, somnophilia, voyeurism, choking, death, yandere. This is seriously dark, so beware. Word Count: 8.5k Note: I blame Cadence for making me thirsty for this idea.

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There was something creepy about the house, you thought, for what felt like the 50th time today.  It was a large, sprawling Victorian style estate, an old house even by your grandmother’s standards.  She had lived there alone for years and had refused to move, and she never would tell you why.  

You had stayed there before on summer break, when you were a teenager.  Although you always adored your grandmother, something about the house itself was unsettling.  You felt like you were being constantly watched, felt like things would move around in places where you did not think you had moved them.  You thought you saw shadows out of the corners of your eyes, heard strange voices in the middle of the night.

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Experiment 184

Harpy Hawks x Scientist! Reader

Sequel - Crimson Pride

Warnings - yandere vibes but not really, forced breeding (for science <,<), non/dubcon, a needle is used once (1), ovipositor and oviposition(eggs), scummy company shenanigans, bondage and a voyeuristic Enji

Taglist - @mandalorian-baby-bird , @stainedglass-wings

“Another day, another dead intern. We do have a sign up on subject 184’s habitat that only females are allowed in, right?” You ask the only other main scientist as you waltz into the shared office space. “Yes, Nobara had posted it the same day we made that little ‘discovery’ but you know how these interns they hire are. They’re overeager kids who think if they figure out something no one else did then they’ll be set for life or something like that.” Shota’s tired voice answers back as you pass him his usual coffee, triple shot espresso with two sugars. “How’s the subject doing anyway? He always gets so grouchy after we have to sedate him.” You complain while your always tired co-worker pulls up a live camera feed.

“You tell me. Seems he’s been doing that since he was sedated so we could get the kid’s corpse out.” He tells you as you lean closer to look at the feed. Subject 184, or at least what you can see of him through the thick canopy, is flying up to the dome and trying to scratch the glass…again. “See, this is why I don’t like newbies having access to the habitat. Now I have to calm him down before we do anything else.” You whine as you collapse into your chair.

“Or we could just try to train him with the cloth again. He’s part bird, so it could work this time.” You glare at him while he settles into his chair, life sustaining coffee in hand. “Yes but unlike birds, he has an unreasonably high intelligence. Not to mention the way things ended last time we tried it, Dr. Usagiyama is still paying for therapy for the intern that went to check on him. Poor girl, hopefully guys like scars.” Shota chuckles and leans back in his chair.

“Don’t know about that but I’ll bet you lunch that the moment you step in, he’ll calm down and act like he’s the victim.” You stare at him and just turn to face your computer as you start your morning paperwork. “I don’t like bets that I know I’ll lose.”

~*~

Subject or experiment 184, depending on who’s asking for details, was a creature that had been found by your company’s founder Enji Todoroki on one of his excursions to some remote island. Supposedly the creature had nearly taken out the whole group until Mr. Todoroki had subdued the young creature, and now 19 years later you’re one of the only scientists left from the original team of 10. Now due to the creature, that team of 10 has been reduced to 3 with a fleet of interns to act as fodder for the creature’s talons and teeth.

When you originally joined, you were just a recent college graduate that had earned an internship in the prestigious Todoroki Group and you had been told you’d be doing grunt work for a special project. You were so excited that you didn’t even think to read the papers you were signing that said until you either died or suffered extreme injury that you could not leave the company or breathe a word of the project to anyone outside of the project about it.

You spent your time as an intern just logging meal times and reactions to different foods, the speed the creature always devoured meat and especially chicken was always a little terrifying. It wasn’t until you had rushed in to try and save a fellow intern from the creature’s talons that you found yourself catapulted into your role as it’s caregiver.

You were supposed to go home after feeding the subject, but the screeching and screaming coming from the habitat made you run into the glass dome without thinking to call for backup. You were greeted by the sight of the poor intern’s face cut and his shoulders were slashed, despite all that you focused on the adolescent creature that stood above him with his crimson wings stretched out to seem more intimidating than need be.

“Get away from him! Back!” You ordered the creature, your heart pumping loud enough to sound more like part of a drum than an organ. To your surprise, he listened and stepped back as you took more confident steps toward him and the injured intern.

After that day, he refused to listen to anyone but you. So the head of the study, Dr. Rumi Usagiyama, decided to see how long you’d last as the creature’s tutor, playmate, and food bringer. You’ve been able to last four years so far, but you really can’t help but wonder when will he finally snap and kill or maim you too?

~*~

Shaking your head free of your thoughts and memories of the past four years, you stand up with a loud yawn and stretch your stiff arms out. “Well I guess I should go check on him. Are you able to see what he’s doing right now?” You turn to Shota as you take your lab coat off and hang it over your chair. “No, he’s been keeping out of sight of the cameras for the past hour. Be careful going in there, the second you think you’re in danger just leave.” “Got it dad.” You roll your eyes and head out into the hallway, taking your time getting to the habitat.

‘Yesterday I went over how killing others is bad and I don’t approve of it, but I guess I’ll have to go over it again today. Maybe I’ll go over personal space too, he seems to always want to sit right next to me.’ You sigh and greet the security guards at the steel door to the habitat as you’re patted down before entering. The first thing you notice when you enter the rainforest-esque habitat is the damn humidity and the second is the number of bright red feathers everywhere you look.

‘Maybe he’s molting? It could explain his increased aggression. Something to check for, at least.’ You step further in and cup your hands around your mouth. “Keigo!” You call out and look around for the feathered bird man. You jump when feathered arms wrap around you and a nose is nuzzled into the back of your neck. “Keigo, no. You don’t sneak up on people.” You gently scold him as you put your hands on his arms and wait for him to move.

“Miss you, couldn’t help. Need show you.” Instead of simply letting go of you, he tugs on your wrist and tries to drag you deeper into the manufactured forest. “Keigo, we ask our friends if they want to go somewhere.” He stops trying to drag you off and pouts as he pivots back to face you. “Please come see. Better?” You nod and let him guide you to whatever he wanted to show you.

Despite his high intelligence and how quickly he grasped your language, he still prefers communicates with low pitched ‘peeps’ and chirps with others. A part of you believes it all to be him putting on a show to appear less intelligent, which has tricked interns and other scientists in the past into dropping their guard around him.

You observe your surroundings as you’re dragged to your destination and notice that you’ve only passed one of the twenty cameras in the habitat. Whatever it is that he wants to show you, he’s managed to build it completely away from the view of the cameras and the viewing platform at the southern edge of the habitat.

He stops just in front of a large jelutong tree, in fact you’d argue it’s the largest and fullest one in the habitat, and you turn your head as you look for whatever it is he wanted to show you. “Okay to fly?” He asks as he kneels in front of you. “Oh okay, just be careful Keigo.” You tell him as you climb onto his back and carefully wrap your arms around his neck, being considerate of his neck plumage. He stands and jumps before taking off, soaring up into the tree in just a few seconds and landing on a thick branch before a giant nest.

“Here, built for you.” He says as he kneels in the large wooden and feather covered nest to let you down. “You did a good job.” You compliment him as you study the well built nest.

It was probably about 28 feet wide and 20 or maybe even 22 feet deep. It also was extremely well built; made up of woven leaves, sticks and discarded feathers while more leaves and feathers were used to act as filler for the deep nest. It was also settled in the crook of several thick branches while canopied from above and had a near perfect view of the forest below.

“Well let’s sit.” You pat the spot next to you and he immediately sits, well more like flops, down next to you and wraps his larger back wings around the two of you. “Today, I want to talk about other people and how to treat them.” You push his blonde head away from your bosom as he drapes himself over you. “Which includes giving people their personal space. Keigo, I do not want you to touch me unless I say it’s okay.” You explain as you scoot away, but he just tilts his head and follows you.

“No, stay in your space. This here,” you hold your hands in front of you and literally keep him at arm’s length, “is how far I want you to stay back. If you can do that then I’ll brush your feathers out later.” You could almost swear stars appeared in his golden hued eyes as he nodded and backed away from you. “Good job, now stay there. Why did you attack the intern that came in last night?” Immediately his good mood turns sour and he leans back and crosses his arms.

“Strangers don’t belong. Only you and Bunny and Enji.” You stifle a laugh and sigh at his possessiveness of his ‘territory’. “Keigo, it’s okay for others to come in sometimes. They’re just checking on you or your food supply. No one else wants to take your territory from you, they just want to know you’re okay.” You explain as his face just turns more and more sour.

You wonder if he’s even listening to you as you try to talk to him about societal etiquette, like how murdering others is very bad, and the beeping on your wrist lets you know two hours has already gone by.

“Alright, I need to get going soon. First though, since you were good and gave me my space then I’ll brush your feathers out. You can come closer now, Keigo.” You lean back slightly as he bolts over to you and turns around and extends his wings.

You reach your hands up to the base of his enormous wings and run your hands down to the tips, collecting any stray or loose feathers and setting them aside. It’s quiet between you two as you card your fingers through the soft down gently and he all but melts with your touch.

“Please stay. I don’t want you to leave.” He mutters when you finish and give him a light nudge to try and get him off your lap. “I’ll come back in a few hours. I have to go back or others will come in here to try and get me out.” He grunts and stands, meanwhile you stretch your arms out before standing as well.

“I’ll be back with lunch, do you want chicken or pork today?” You ask him as you climb onto his back and wait for him to finish his descent to the ground. “Whatever you like. Food is food, I just want to eat with you.” If you were new to being his caretaker, you’d be a flustered stuttering mess. He says this everyday though so the magic has kinda worn off by this point.

“Alright, I’ll be back with some chicken then. Be good and don’t attack anyone.” You tell him as you hop off his back and head towards the thick security door. You throw him one last wave as the door hisses open and walk through, just missing the dark look on his face as the door shuts behind you.

~*~

“Everything went okay in there? I lost you on the cameras until you two appeared at the end of your visit.” You jump as Shota creeps up behind you. “Don’t scare me like that, old man! Yeah, he just showed me a nest he had made. I am concerned that he knows where all the cameras are though, but I know if we add more then he’ll just figure out where those are.” You sigh and lean against the plain concrete wall behind you.

“Why do I get the feeling that he’s going to try and escape one of these days? It doesn’t help that everything lately feels like a Jurassic Park movie.” You snort and turn to the older man with a quirked eyebrow. “With two major differences; we’ve got one creature to contain and he’s somewhat human and can be reasoned with. Last I checked, dinosaurs can’t be reasoned with.” You grin and walk beside him on your way back to the office.

“You’re wrong; you’re the only one that can reason with him. Even the boss and Rumi can’t get him to do what they say. Look, I just think you need to be more careful considering his attachment to you. I’m heading out early for the day, take care of yourself.” He walks off once you reach the shared office space. “Why does everyone say that? He’s listened to Dr Usagiyama before, I think.” You mumble to yourself as you begin to open the door but pause when you hear the company’s founder and the head of your project talking inside.

“Is he stable enough to be tested on? Just yes or no.” “It’s not as simple as a yes or no answer, Enji! Yes; he’s strong and resilient enough to handle testing, but he doesn’t actually listen to anyone. You’ve seen the reports of dead or fatally wounded interns, haven’t you? Imagine if he refused to cooperate with some of the tests and lashed out? You’d have more than just a few dozen dead interns to deal with.”

“Then make him stable enough. Drug him if you have to, I don’t care. I just want results and an answer to whether or not we can move forward.” You hear Dr Usagiyama scoff and you can’t help but want to do the same. “Look, I get that you think being able to mass produce harpies would make you even richer and everything but he’s still a living creature that we don’t know a thing about.” You cover your mouth as you hear a harsh smack in the dead silence between the two.

“You don’t know a damn thing. Either do what I tell you to or I’ll replace you and ruin your life, got it?” “…yes sir.” You quickly run down the hallway and hide behind a corner and watch the hulking figure of Enji Todoroki emerge from the shared office. You wait for him to move further down the hall before you go back to the door and knock before entering. “Hey, is everything okay? I just saw Mr. Todoroki leaving, are his panties in a twist again?” You jest as you enter and spot Dr. Usagiyama sitting at her desk with her back to you.

“He was just checking on our progress with Keigo. Nothing to worry about.” You try to get a look at her face but her silky white hair pretty much obscures every angle you could see her from. “Alright, I was about to go get lunch, just needed to grab my purse. Do you want me to get you anything? My treat!” You smile, but your smile dims when she just shakes her ‘no’. “If you change your mind, just text me.” You grab your purse and leave, your mind heavy with all that you overheard. In your distracted state you don’t notice the solid wall of muscles in front of you until you smack into it, probably breaking your nose.

“Ow, sorry. I wasn’t looking…” you trail off as you look up and at the face of the tyrant that was just in your office. “You’re the bird’s caretaker, aren’t you? I need to ask you something. Do you think he’s capable of breeding other species?” Your mind blanks as you process the question, sure as he’s gotten taller and grown lean muscle where his feathers aren’t has given your nightly fantasies plenty of fuel but you’ve never truly thought he’d even want to reproduce, let alone be in the same room as any other creature.

“If his issue with others ‘invading’ his territory is solved then, possibly.” The scarred giant puts his hand up to silence you and you almost wince, thinking he was going to do to you what he did to your boss. “Thank you for your answer.” Then he turns and walks away from you, leaving you standing in the middle of the empty hallway with an aching nose and a bad feeling in your stomach.

~*~

Later that night as you toss and turn in your small bed you can’t help but feel that ball of anxiety wound up and grow, even if you’re away from work and in the comfort of your cozy apartment. With a groan you get out of your bed and head into your tiny kitchen to fix yourself a cup of tea to attempt to calm whatever it is you’re feeling.

You turn the electric kettle on and turn around to get a tea bag when your mouth is covered by a gloved hand and a masked man grabs your arms and pins them above your head. You try to scream and when that doesn’t work you bite down as best as you can as another person appears from behind the bulky man and pulls something out of a bag.

Your eyes widen when the dim lights reveal the item to be a syringe, ready to be used. You struggle as best you can in the unknown man’s vice grip but your efforts are fruitless as the needle is roughly jammed into your arm and whatever is in it gets pumped into your bloodstream.

Within minutes you begin to feel weak and drowsy and the man practically holding you up now draws his hand back from your mouth, deeming you too weak to be able to call out for help. “Atta girl, just go to sleep. My partner and I will make sure you’re nice and ready to make some history.” The pair chuckle as you’re thrown over the larger man’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The last thing you’re aware of in your deteriorating condition is the other man digging around his bag for something and then your heavy eyes shut before you see or hear what it was.

~*~*~

Everything’s blurry and sounds so far away, like you’re in a tunnel, when you come around. Your head feels like it’s been filled with cotton or sand. You try to bring your hands up to rub your eyes but you can’t move them, in fact you can’t move anything! You can hear something or someone to your right but everything hurts when you try to turn your head.

You groan and open your eyes and flinch at the bright lights above you. Slowly you blink your eyes open and take in your surroundings. The first thing you see is green; a lush vibrant canopy of leaves up above you. Your eyes trail down from the leaves and down the bark of some very familiar looking trees before widening at the sight of Keigo chained to the wall to your left. “Ah, you’re finally awake. Maybe now your pet bird will calm down.” You whip your view towards the voice and spot Enji up on…the habitat’s viewing platform.

“Wuh ‘oing on?” You manage to mumble out, your tongue feeling like a dead weight in your mouth. “Hm, I guess those grunts used too much. Doesn’t really matter, breeding cows don’t need to speak.” Your eyes widen as he utters those words out and it’s then that you notice the cloying humidity against your bare skin, only your wrists and ankles covered by rough ropes.

“See Keigo? She’s fine, she just can’t wait to be your mate. Now calm down and let the medicine Dr.Usagiyama gave you work and you can go see her.” The man above you says dismissively as Keigo’s thrashing slows, his chains stop rattling and he stops his high pitched chirping.

You try to move, to cover yourself or get away but the ropes tethered to the ground keep you from doing anything but wriggle in the dirt. “Keep squirming like that and I’ll think you actually want this. You should be happy; you’re no longer going to be an overworked glorified zookeeper. You’ll even get to help usher in a new discovery, and you’ll keep doing so until you become infertile.” The scarred man explains as he watches you attempt to cover yourself from his gaze.

“Hm, those hormones should be effective by now. Keigo! Do you want to go play with your mate? Show her what her new purpose is?” You watch the birdman hesitate and then fervently nod, his chest heaving and wings twitching. You hear the man above you chuckle and then something beeps and your world is turned into a sea of crimson while feathered hands roam your helpless body. “S-top ‘eigo, I-I don’t want-“ you’re interrupted by his lips clumsily pressing against yours in an awkward and wet kiss.

“Sorry, I’m sorry. Just need you. Feel so full, I need your help.” He whines as he presses sloppy kisses against your lips then your cheek and then your neck. Leaving little nips, careful not to tear your skin with his serrated teeth. The same teeth you’ve seen him easily tear apart a cow’s carcass in seconds, are now carefully nipping at your sensitive skin like a playful lover’s.

You whine and clench your eyes shut when you feel something long and hot and wet press against your abdomen. Shivers run down your spine with each press of his lips against your skin and you rub your thighs together as best you can when you feel a heat begin to spread in your body.

“Keigo, n-not here. Please!” You beg as you close your eyes, unable to shield your body from the gaze of the man above you two. “Can’t wait, next time it can be in the nest.” He rushes out as he grabs your warm cheeks and coaxes you into a passionate and wet kiss, his tongue darting into your mouth to mingle with your hesitant one.

You whimper into his mouth as you feel something poke your lower lips before they’re parted and by the time your brain has caught up to the quick jab into your dry cunt, you’re already crying out in pain and thrashing to get away from him.

“St-top! It hurts! Please, just stop!” You throw your face away from Keigo’s searching lips as he stills inside your painfully tight walls, trying to force its current intruder out. “Is that any way for your mate to talk to you? Is it Keigo?” Enji eggs the harpy on, trying to get him to continue to breed you.

“No, but if it hurts…I’m sorry. Should have waited for you to be okay. I love you, I want to be your mate.” His voice faded off as he nuzzled into your neck, tender and sweet.

You hiccup and sob until the pain fades away, leaving just a dull ache between your legs. “Feel better?” He asks and waits for you to nod before he starts to move again, pulling out till just the fat head was inside and slowly moving in again. This time his whole length slid in until your hips were pressed flush against his. You bite your lip to keep from whining at the movement.

“Pretty mate, soft mate, such a sweet mate.” Keigo drunkenly mumbles into your skin, his feathers ghosting over your sweat covered skin. “A-aren’t you going to move?” You quietly stutter out, trying not to be heard by the scum watching you two. As if to answer your question, you feel something throb within you before a warmth floods your insides.

“Ah! W-what the hell is tha-ahhh!” You moan out as something round and heavy rolls into your womb and knock into your sensitive walls. “T-ten more, you can fit ten more.” Keigo mutters and chirps as that same pressure before appears again and again and again. Each time whatever the things are appear and get pushed into your stuffed womb, you can feel them knock into your walls and the pressure just pushes you closer and closer to something.

“Hm, so males of his species deposit eggs into their mates. Now what happens when a human gets stuffed full of those eggs?” You can barely hear Enji mutter above you two, your surroundings are getting blurry while the pressure within and Keigo’s minor movements are at the forefront of your mind.

“K-Keigo, no more. Please no more! I feel so full already.” You cry and thrash even though you’re bound and the heavy eggs inside keep you from doing anything but take what their sire continues to give you.

“J-just a few more, please. It hurts so much, mate can do this for me, right?” No matter how much you cry and beg, Keigo keeps giving those tiny thrusts that push the last of his eggs into your full womb. By the time the ninth one is pushed into you, you’re keening and arching your back as your body seizes up and your toes curl from the intense orgasm that ricochets through your body.

You’re panting and tears are spilling from your eyes as you lift your head and see your bulging stomach. You already look like a woman in the late stages of her pregnancy, there’s no way you can take anymore, right?!

You get your answer as your cervix is stretched one last time, this time though you can feel that the last one is larger than all the others have been and you grit your teeth in pain as it’s forced through to join the others. You cry out as Keigo finally pulls his long cock out from your stuffed body and flinch as he collapses next to you on the faux jungle floor.

“Congratulations, you’re now an incubator for his race’s new generation. Someone will be around in the morning to make sure you lovebirds have food.” You let out a weak sob as Enji’s parting words linger behind him, echoing in the recesses of your mind. “Thank you for being my mate, I’m so lucky to have met you.” Keigo pants into your skin as he cuts your wrists free from the ropes binding them. “I may need to make a bigger nest though.”

Those were the last words you heard before your body shut itself down, too tired and worn by the trauma and the breeding that was forced onto it.

Okay but have you ever considered Yandere Hawks going into rut and kidnapping his poor, overworked secretary, taking them home to his lovely nest, and breeding them. I mean, come on, it's spring. If they didn't want to be Keigo's breeding bitch then why did they stick around for so long? 🤔 None of the other secretaries cared enough to last this long. Clearly their still at his agency because they L O V E him~ 😏 Won't they just be so pleased to carry his hatchlings and be his pretty mate? 🥵🙏

Warnings: Noncon, oviposition, forced breeding, forced orgasms, mating rut, kidnapping, drugging, yandere Note: Sorry this took so long to fill, but uhhh...I went crazy with it and this is a 1.2k monster of a mini fic. 😂

When you wake up, it takes you several seconds to realize exactly what happened. You were working overtime as per usual when your boss Hawks came in. His pupils were full blown, sweat dripping from his body like he had just run miles, and he couldn’t seem to stop shaking.

You didn’t realize the danger until it was too late and he had you in his arms, pressing a sweet smelling cloth to your mouth and holding you until you passed out. And now, you’re tied to a bed naked, legs spread wide as an even more feral looking Hawks stares at you with hunger in his eyes.

“My pretty little bird,” he whispers as he climbs into bed with you. “You’re finally awake. I didn’t want to do this while you were unconscious, that makes it no fun at all for either of us.”

“Hawks, what is the meaning of this?” You try to sound calm, rational to try and talk some sense into him. “You need to let me go.”

“Why would I do that?” He slips up your body, slotting himself in between your thighs and grinding the bulge in the front of his pants against you. The rough fabric of his jeans pushes against your clit, and you let out a soft gasp. “See? You want this.”

“Whatever this is, no I don’t want it!” You snap at him, but instead of looking angry, the corners of his lips turns up into a smile.

“Of course you do, pretty bird. It’s breeding season for me, and you stayed around like a good little bird. You wanted to be bred by me, filled up with my hatchlings until you’re big and round.”

Your eyes widen in horror. “What - no, I don’t -”

You had heard rumors of Hawks, speculation on just how bird-like the number two hero truly was. But you had no idea of this, not even an inkling. “Your breeding season?” You ask hesitantly.”

“I’m in a rut.” And then he’s unzipping his pants, pulling them off and revealing a truly large, impressive cock that’s already rock hard. “And I can’t wait, my baby bird. I need to be inside of you, need to breed you until you can’t handle any more of my eggs.”

“Eggs? No no no, Hawks, please think about this - “

But he doesn’t answer, sheathing himself inside of your unprepared pussy in one firm snap of his hips. You whine at the painful stretch of your tight muscles around his length, and tears form at the corner of your eyes that he promptly kisses away.

“Shh, it’s okay, you’ll feel good in no time,” he coos at you as he begins to thrust. “Fuck, you’re so tight - you were saving yourself just for me, weren’t you? Of course you were.”

You begin to argue, but then you feel something at the entrance of your pussy, trying to force its way in. He said eggs, you remind yourself with dawning horror, that must be an egg -

“Hawks please, please think about this! I don’t want this!”

“Yes you do, little bird,” he grunts out, as he begins to make sharp, shallow thrusts into you as the egg forces your pussy to stretch even further. “You wouldn’t have stayed if you didn’t want this.”

You scream as the egg enters you and he fucks it up into your pussy with more sharp thrusts. You feel it press against your g-spot, and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you cum hard around it. 

“See? I knew it, you fucking wanted this. You cumming around my eggs is so fucking hot, baby bird,” he groans out as he fucks the egg up into you. He reaches the barrier of your cervix, pausing for one second as he reassures you. 

“This will hurt at first,” he admits, “but then it’ll feel good. And it will all be worth it when we have our precious hatchlings.” And then he gives one massive thrust as he forces your cervix open.

The blinding pain takes your breath away, the feeling of the egg pushing past into your womb agonizing. You feel a pop as your cervix gives way, and then the egg is filling up your once empty womb. Suddenly your body is on fire, pussy gushing liquid around his cock as more eggs push inside of you easily now that you’re more stretched open.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” you mindlessly babble as the eggs move along your walls, pressing hard against them and causing more orgasms to wrack your body. “Oh fuck, Hawks, oh god, it feels so good - I can’t - “

“Keigo,” he corrects you, “call me Keigo, my beautiful mate, the mother of my children.” He presses against your stomach, rolling the egg around in your tummy and causing you to scream from the sheer pleasure.

More eggs plop into your womb along with the other, and your belly begins to swell and stretch and you’re only able to lay there limply as your body is wracked with more orgasms. “Please, no more,” you whimper pathetically, Keigo, it’s too much - ‘

“Shh, this is the last one, I promise,” he whispers to you, forcing one more egg through your wide open cervix. You glance down at your belly, shocked to see that you look 9 months pregnant already. You can see the outline of the eggs, and you marvel at it for a second before you reach down to touch one.

You give a broken moan as you feel the eggs inside of you, realizing that maybe he was right - isn’t this what you were made for? To be bred and full of eggs? It’s not so bad, you think, and in fact it feels amazing. How were you able to live, being so empty before?

“I knew it,” he smiles happily, “you realize this is what you were meant for.” He begins to thrust again, several sharp movements before he’s cumming against your cervix, shooting hot ropes of cum directly into your womb to fertilize the eggs.

He lifts your hips up, keeping his cock snugly inside of you until your cervix closes again, ensuring that no eggs slip out and all of his cum stays inside of you.

He picks you up gently, placing you in a large ring of pillows and blankets before tucking you in. “This is your nest, little bird. You’ll stay here until the eggs are ready to hatch, okay? Don’t strain yourself, you’re so delicate right now.”

You wouldn’t be able to move much even if you wanted to, you realize. Your belly feels so heavy and full, and you’re unbelievably sleepy. But before you pass out, you hear your mate distantly say something.

“We’re going to be such a happy family, baby bird.”

Sleazy

Dabi x F!Reader smut

Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI! Nonconish/dubcon, blackmail, gaslighting, manhandling, Stockholm syndrome, smut, penetration, biting, bruises, creampie

Synopsis: Dabi blackmails you, a sidekick of a famous pro-hero, into a relationship, which in his terms mean that whenever he texts you time and place for a fuck, you obey no questions asked

Word count: 2.4k

DISCLAIMER: Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi

Shame is unavoidable when crossing the border into the city’s seedy underbelly. With a hood over your head to shield yourself from the rain and more importantly, prying eyes, you sneak to the reception of a rundown motel. As you mumble awkwardly that you’re in need of a room, the sour receptionist hands you the key and out of pure embarrassment, you grab it without another word. Going upstairs to search for the room, you wanna convince yourself that the employees must witness worse secrets than what yours is. 

You spend the rainy evening standing by the window, waiting, and staring at the neon signs flashing outside, their lights reflecting from the puddles on the ground. Brows furrowing, you sigh heavily as despite your agreement, Dabi is once again late.

Because of him, you had to make up another excuse for your boss of why you needed to leave early again, but since your working time ended a while ago, it was all in vain. You are running out of good reasons and using the last proper ones for nothing is beyond frustrating. 

Dabi’s carelessness towards you isn’t anything new though. He doesn’t mind causing you inconveniences or even serious troubles since he sees you as mere entertainment. 

Draping an arm over your belly, you begin to pace back and forth nervously and bite your nails, wishing you could come up with a plan how to get out of this. 

His mean schemes have been messing up your life for months. You’re constantly under pressure to manage hero-work and close relationships without anyone finding out the dark deal he blackmailed you into. Your sleepless nights have become countless in numbers and your heart pounds whenever his name pops into your screen. 

Suddenly a key twists inside the lock and ceases your agonizing thoughts. You turn to see Dabi entering like he just didn’t force you to wait unreasonably long. 

“What took you so long?!” You ask while storming closer to him.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he says with a lazy grin, while shutting the door, “Guess I just lost track of time.” 

“I had to leave work early for nothing and I’ve been waiting for hours! I’ve told you I could lose my job over this!”

“Relax hero,” he responds and throws his jacket on the floor, “It’s not like there ain’t a line of heroes ready to replace you,” he adds and shuffles up to you. 

“But it’s my livelihood and you know that!”

“Your good looks goes to waste in that profession anyway,” he shrugs and puts his hands in his pockets, his dismissive attitude ticking you off. 

“My whole life could be ruined! I could lose everything and you act like this is just some game to you!” 

“It is,” he replies carefreely and with an unbearable smirk. Your hands ball into fists as rage bubbles up in your gut. 

“You are insufferable,” you retort through gritted teeth, but it does nothing to that sardonic smile on his face. 

“No need to be so hostile, sweetheart. I’m just playing here,” he responds innocently. 

“It’s not funny!” You shout, finally ready to stand up for yourself, “You’re purposely trying to ruin my life and I’m sick of it! I’m not gonna tolerate it any longer!”

“What other choice do you have?” 

You freeze at the question. It’s a problem you haven’t found an answer to, even during all these months. Your reaction causes a conniving grin as he slightly tilts his head.

“Or rather— What makes you think you have any other choice?” He asks. You stare up at him with lips little agape, unable to come up with a response. He then takes a step forward, forcing you to back away. 

“There’s absolutely nothing you can do,” he points out. His usual husky tone remains, but the way his turquoise eyes bore into yours appears threatening and reminds you of who you’re talking to.

“You’ll show up whenever I tell you to,” he says and continues to back you against the window sill, “Even if it’s in the middle of some shitty hero-work and for a sleazy fuck in an alley,” when your back hits the sill, Dabi places his hands on it, trapping you. 

“You are my toy. And I’m not done playing with you,“ he says with the most wicked smirk and for a moment you can only stare up at him, your heart sinking at the thought of continuing this forever. 

He then tilts his head, “And why is it that you’ll comply?”

Your gut twists from the painful reminder that makes you lower your head. Tightness spreads in your throat, making your breath hitch a little, “B-because—“ you reluctantly stutter, and your words come out as nothing more than a sad mumble.

“You’ll hurt my loved ones...”

“That’s right. Because I hold the lives of your loved ones over your head. Don’t you think it’d be a pity for them to get incinerated just because you wanna act like a brat?” He asks with a tone that’s nearly berating. Feeling ashamed to have even considered disobedience at the possible cost of their lives, you keep your head lowered. 

“Besides—” He cups your chin and makes you look up at the mischievous glint in his haunting eyes.

“We both know you’re far too weak to fight me anyway. You should just focus on what you’re good at and that’s spreading your legs for me.”

Your lips purse in frustration as your pride takes another hit. Dabi is far more stronger than you, but pointing out your inferiority is a taste too bitter to swallow. 

“...When you’ll get thrown into Tartarus, I’ll make sure to be there to lock the cell myself,” you growl, but your voice breaks as tears threaten to fall. 

“Dream big, sweetheart,” he replies with an encouraging tone as he obviously doesn’t take you seriously. You keep glaring up at him, not wanting to grant him the satisfaction of reducing you into tears, unfortunately though, one manages to roll down your cheek. Dabi reacts to your misery like it’s a mere tantrum. He puts his hands on your waist and hoists you up on the window sill. 

 “You get cute when you’re angry,“ he points out while tucking stray strands behind your ear. 

His remark humiliates you, but since there’s indeed nothing you can do about him, you leave any comments unsaid and lower your gaze. Dabi is pleased with your submissive reaction. While holding his hands on your waist tenderly, he starts planting soft kisses down your neck, which makes you face away in discomfort.

“Please.. Don’t leave any marks… They’re so hard to cover,“ you whine.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he murmurs, but you know he won’t. 

Bringing his lips on yours then, you don’t pull away but answer it bashfully. His lips move against yours gently, calming your resistant heart. Shifting your trembling hands, you hesitate but place them doubtfully on his chest and hum softly as his tongue invades your mouth. It’s warm and a little dominant when rubbing against yours. 

Slowly his hands slide on your hips and down on your thighs as he carefully lifts you in his arms. You wrap your arms around his neck as he carries you towards the bed and places you on the mattress. With your lips still attached, he starts peeling the clothes off of your bodies. 

He’s considerate of your comfort in the beginning. Removing garment after another, his touch is skillful, discreet and easy to melt into. The demureness of your whines turn into subtle moans as his hands roam on your naked skin admiringly. 

A gasp, tormented in bliss, escapes your lips as he sucks one of your peaked nipples. His tongue sweeps against it, sending pleasurable vibrations all over your squirming body. While groping your breasts, he starts littering your body with kisses. 

He loves to hear your soft moans. They are proof of how he can tame you from reluctant and hateful into this sweet little mess. Just a moment ago you were spewing bitterness, but now with heat on your cheeks, his name rolls off your tongue smoothly as he pulls down your panties. 

Moving himself on top of you, you wrap your arms around his neck, your hooded eyes meeting his briefly as he presses another kiss on your lips. Grinding his hardened cock against your fluttering entrance, you moan into his mouth as your arousal coats the head of his cock. 

Lining his cock with your sloppy hole, he pulls away from your lips and starts pushing past your tight walls. Throwing your head back, agony spreads on your features momentarily as your pussy adjusts around his cock.

Dabi loves watching your face scrunch as he penetrates you. Your pussy wrapping around him while he enters deeper, your back arches as your whole body reacts to him. Whimpering quietly, you hold onto his forearms for comfort when he presses his forehead against yours. 

“Nnh, you feel good, baby,” he groans and starts to rock his hips gently. 

A breathy moan leaves your lips as a shiver of pleasure runs through your body. It’s a cue that you’re ready. Dabi intertwines his fingers with yours and starts thrusting into you steadily. Your other hand caresses his back, nails scratching his skin while he pants into your ear. 

As his pace becomes faster, your moans get louder, desperate. Closing your eyes, your other senses numb as you only focus on the pleasure that surges through you. He continues to fuck you, soon placing his weight on his forearms to see the blissful look on your face.

When you open your eyes, you meet his mesmerizing gaze as he pants above you, then slowly, his lips twist into a debauched smirk that tugs at the staples on the corner of his mouth. 

“How’s my cock feeling inside you, hero?” 

“Mmh.. G-good,” you moan. Suddenly he slams inside you hard, making you throw your head back and cry out. 

“Oh yeah? Nngh, then scream for me, baby,” another ruthless slam of his hips against yours. Hands gripping the sheets, you try to suppress your voice that comes out as choked screams, your vision blurring as he abuses your sweet spot so sinfully good. Your eyes screw shut as you bite your bottom lip, feeling him getting more rough with you. His hands groping your chest, teeth sinking into your delicate skin, despite his earlier promise. 

It’s sudden when he decides to pull out and flip you on your stomach. There’s no more consideration in his motions as he grabs your hips and forces them up. Wrapping a hand around his cock, he guides it back into your warmth, no longer expressing any gentleness as he starts pounding into you roughly. 

Your brows furrow and lips fall agape as the pleasure surges through you in powerful waves, making your legs quiver. The obscene sound of your squelching pussy and his skin slamming against yours echoes in the dim-lighted motel room. Your tormented moans piercing the thin walls into the ears of whoever happens to listen.

Another gasp tumbles down your lips as Dabi grasps a handful of your hair and presses your head down on the mattress. With your cheek squished against it, he holds you there and gets on top of you, supporting himself with his other hand that he places next to your head. 

Tears of overstimulation fall from your eyes, your hands gripping the bed sheets in sheer desperation as his pace is merciless. Your bodies covered sweat that makes strands of hair stick onto your face as he keeps fucking you. 

Dabi pants in pleasure with a look of depravity on his face, pleased by the sight of you and the jolts your body gives whenever he smacks your ass. You shut your eyes, feeling his thrusts becoming faster and sloppier as he nears his climax. Your legs give in and he leans himself over you, continuing to pound into you. 

“Fuck, ahh— I’m gonna cum inside you, baby,” he pants. You don’t want that, but know better than to defy him, especially when he’s on the brink of an orgasm. Sinking his teeth in your shoulder, his hot breath fans your skin as he grunts, releasing his seeds deep inside you. 

Holding still, a tiny drop of sweat trails down your temple as you keep panting quietly, waiting for him to empty himself inside you. Soon he loosens his grip and frees you from his grasp, allowing you to collapse on the bed with bruises and teeth marks on your skin.

You both lie on your back and pull the covers over yourselves, staring at the ceiling while basking in the afterglow. Dabi, with his every possible need satisfied, has his arms folded behind his head and he still pants quietly. You adjust the covers around your naked chest and turn on your side as guilt is quick to settle in.

You know Dabi is forcing you to do this and you adapt yourself in order to survive, yet at the same time you can’t help but be disappointed in yourself for enjoying it. Sighing deeply, you reach for your pants that were discarded on the floor in the heat of the moment. Digging your phone from the pocket, you check up for any notifications. 

Your face goes pale when you see a bunch of emergency calls and texts from your colleagues and even your boss, urging you to hurry up as there’s a major incident in downtown Musutafu.

“Shit!” You jump from the bed and start quickly gathering your scattered clothes.

“What?” Dabi asks, but seems uninterested to hear the answer. 

“My phone was mute and we’ve been summoned downtown!” You panic while dressing yourself up. 

“So?”

“So! Even my boss has tried to call me, which means since he contacted me personally, he’s fed up with me!” You add, quickly fixing your hair and grabbing your purse from the nightstand. 

Dabi merely scorns in boredom, “Just tell him you had more important shit to do,” he says which makes you stop and whip your head around as you open the door. 

“Endeavor’s a strict man! He’s not gonna tolerate me much longer if I keep failing him like this!” You shout before slamming the door shut. 

As an ironic smile spreads on his face, Dabi turns his gaze into the ceiling again. 

“Yeah. I know.”

Bakugou x F!Reader, Demon!Dabi x F!Reader Word Count: 3.4k

!!: sex, noncon, virginity, fingering, oral, spanking, ‘good girl’

A/N: And to round out kinktober 2023, something more than 100 words

Is there a word for bad miracles?

Stairs creak under your feet. A small gust of wind swirls around you and makes every hair on your body stand on end. Your boyfriend shines his flashlight around the dark foyer, highlighting the furniture covered with musty tarps. Whoever lived out here clearly thought they were coming back… until they didn’t.

“Katsuki,” you whisper, “Why did we have to come out here?”

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid now,” Bakugou scoffs.

You watch the flashlight beam sweep across a corner laced with cobwebs. “It’s… creepy.”

“Come on,” he says and keeps climbing the staircase. “I got a surprise for you upstairs.”

“I swear to god if you’re trying to scare me.”

From the top of the stairs, the flashlight turns on you and illuminates your face. “Remember when we first started dating? Your profile said you liked adventure.”

“Yeah,” you cross your arms over your chest. “Hiking and shit, not abandoned houses.”

“C’mon, you’ll like it. I promise.” He walks down the hall, and when an eerie feeling settles over you from being alone, you run up the last couple steps to catch up to him.

Bakugou turns a door knob. You brace yourself for one of his friends to pop out from behind and scare the shit out of you. He walks in, and you take a hesitant step forward. Warm, soft lights come on.

Peering in, you let out a soft ‘oh’ before relaxing. In the middle of the room is a neatly made bed covered in rose petals. You recognize the plush comforter from Bakugou’s closet back at his apartment. The man in question walks around the room lighting white votive candles – some in equally small, carved pumpkins and others in glass holders. 

“Not so scary now, is it?”

“Katsuki,” a blush crawls up your cheeks. “Did you do all this?”

“Well I sure as shit didn’t let anyone else do it.” He lights the last candle before walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you.

“Why not a hotel or something?” you blurt out.

“Really?” he raises an eyebrow. “You’re going to nag about where I chose to go?”

“It’s just that it’s so romantic and everything else about the house is… not.”

“Our anniversary is Halloween. I’m sticking with the fucking theme.”

“We could’ve gone to an amusement park-” you start to protest.

Bakugou’s brows furrow together. “Why’re you stalling?”

“What?”

“You’re stalling.”

“I-”

“Damn it,” Bakugou runs a hand through his hair. “Kirishima was right, this was stupid. You hate it.”

“Katsuki, I don’t hate it, but there’s a bed in the middle of the room! And you know I’m saving myself for…” Your voice trails off. Saying it outloud, here, in the abandoned house, makes it seem so childish.

Bakugou’s rough thumb strokes your cheek. “I know you’re saving yourself for marriage. Which is why-” he slowly sinks down to his knee and pulls out a small velvet box. “-I was hoping you would say yes to marrying me.”

“Oh my god!” You slap a hand over your mouth. Through the tears welling up in your eyes, you can barely make out Bakugou’s hopeful expression as he waits with bated breath for your answer. Nodding, you hold out your left hand and let him slide the ring on with shaky fingers. “Yes, oh god, yes!”

You pull Bakugou to his feet and stare at the ring, a new comfortable weight on your finger. “I’m still waiting until we’re married,” you choke out as he wipes away the tears.”

“Don’t remind me,” he groans and pulls you close. “But there’s other things we can do here.” His lips press against yours. You relax into it, your body softening against his.

It starts as a distant rumble, something you could pass off as a car in the distance. But when the lights start to flicker and the house shakes, you and Bakugou break apart. An earthquake? Right now? Bakugou grabs your hand and mutters something about needing to leave before the place falls in on itself. 

Black smoke swirls from floor to ceiling in front of the two of you and all the air in the room is sucked in by the vortex. Bakugou’s arm stiffens under your vice like grip. When the smoke falls away, a man with jet black hair stands where the vortex was. Scarred skin covers a majority of his arms and upper part of his torso, but what stands out against that are his unsettling turquoise eyes that seem to glow from within.

“Mortals,” a gravelly voice snarls, “You dare to disturb my resting place?”

The more you stare, the less… human the man seems – if you can even call him a human. His ears, pierced with silver, are elongated and pointed, almost like one of the aliens from a sci-fi show Bakugou had you watch. And is it your imagination, or are there puffs of smoke escaping his body where scarred and unscarred skin meet?

But the cherry on top, the features that make all the alarm bells ring in your head, are a pair of white horns standing out against his dark hair. 

“Back the fuck off.” Bakugou puts his arm out protectively in front of you — as if that would protect you from whatever the fuck this thing is. 

“And what are you going to do about it?” the man sneers. With a flick of his clawed fingers, Bakugou flies away from you and slams into the wall. Hands splayed, he scrabbles to find purchase as he slides upwards.

“Let him go!” you scream, “Please! Let-”

As you take a step forward, Bakugou coughs, his words strained. “Get outta here.”

“Katsuki, no, I can’t leave you here!”

“Get. Help.” That jumpstarts something in your brain. Help. Right. Help. You don’t even get one step when the door slams closed. You freeze like a deer in headlights. The demon – you decide this as your mind catches up with the last thirty seconds, it’s the only thing that makes sense – turns his attention to you. He raises his other hand and you brace yourself to fly against the wall like Bakugou had.

“Hell, what is that scent. I haven’t smelled this since…” He trails off. Inhaling deeply, his eyes burn bright, an ethereal blue you can’t stop staring at. “A virgin.”

Bakugou lashes against his invisible restraints, but you remain rooted to the spot. 

A virgin. 

“You. You’re my ticket out of this shithole.” He stalks around the room. Turquoise eyes glow with excitement and rove up and down your body. “A virgin sacrifice will get me out of here.”

“If you’re going to kill me, get it over with.”  Kill you? Where are these words coming from? You don’t want to fucking die here! You certainly can’t fight this thing. Now is not the time to find false confidence. 

“Kill you?” His sharp laugh grates your skin like broken glass. “Why would I kill you when I could have my way with you?”

Blood drains from your face, leaving you lightheaded. “Have your way with me?”

“I intend to take your virginity, babe,” he smirks, “I’m outta here if I fuck you.”

“Fuck me?”

“Beelzebub below, are you dating a parrot or a woman?” the demon laughs at Bakugou. Turning to face you, all humor leaves the demon’s face. He makes a zipping motion with his fingers. “If all you’re gonna do is repeat what I say, then I don’t want to hear a single sound come out of you.”

Maybe it’s fear, maybe it’s demonic power, but one way or another you’re paralyzed as the demon walks over to you. He drags one of his claws down your cheek and hooks it at the top of your shirt. Acrid smoke fills the air as his finger cuts away your clothes. Your shirt and bra — a black lace specially picked out for Bakugou — fall to the floor, leaving your tits exposed to the cool air of the room. Your pants and panties follow suit and you close your eyes as both the demon and Bakugou drink in your naked form. 

Sharp nails drag across your skin as he circles you – thankfully painless and leaving no cuts like he did your clothes. The demon’s hand cups one of your breasts as if appraising it before trailing down your stomach and across your ass. 

This can’t be happening.

He’s talking, but it’s not to you, and you tune him out.

Please, please. Someone help us.

Bakugou struggles against the wall and the demon cackles before slinging more taunts.

If there is a god out there, please help me.

The demon’s hand smacks your ass with a satisfying smack. Silent tears roll down your cheek.

No one will come and save you.

Your head is viciously jerked to the side and you can make out the demon’s face inches from your own through your tearstained vision.

“I said,” he says softly, “Let’s give your precious boyfriend a show.” His hand slithers down your stomach and parts your folds. You shudder against his touch. 

No. No, no, no, no. 

His fingers graze your clit, sending a bolt of electricity to your core. Bile rises in your throat.

Please god no. Don’t let him touch me. This is humiliating enough.

There’s a chuckle in your ear. The demon presses a finger against your entrance and slowly eases in. Your mouth opens in a silent sob. He teases you, strokes your walls with a ‘come hither’ motion. 

You hate that you can feel him writhing around inside you. You hate that he’s gone farther than Bakugou ever had. But most of all, you hate that you can feel yourself loosening up for him; getting wetter for him. 

A second finger slides in. Bakugou glares at the demon but doesn’t look away. Can he not look away? Is he stuck watching you get fucked against your will?

A forked tongue wraps around the demon's fingers when he drags them out of you and holds them up for Bakugou to see – clear strings of arousal lapped up.

“Have you even tasted her?” he taunts, “She’s divine.” Bakugou’s gaze flits from you to the demon, his cheeks turning beet red. There’s no retort from him.

With a wave of the demon’s hand, the bed in the middle of the room slides closer to Bakugou. The demon takes your hand and leads you over.

A front row seat to your first time. Rose petals flutter around you as you bounce onto the bed. The bed Katsuki prepared. Your legs are knocked apart, and you watch in silent horror as the demon strokes his cock mere inches from you.

“Watch, mortal, as I take your girlfriend’s fucking virginity.” His glowing eyes turn back to you. The head of his cock presses against your entrance. You don’t want this. You were saving yourself for the man you planned on marrying. You were saving yourself for Katsuki. And now he has to watch this.

You should be embarrassed.

You should feel shame.

You should feel anything except… needy arousal.

You can’t even look away as he pushes in. Your voice may be gone, but you inhale sharply as his cock splits you open. It’s not what you thought it would be. There’s no pain, no uncomfortable tearing sensation; just a stretching that leaves you dazed and overwhelmed. 

“Fuck,” the demon hisses, “I forgot how good virgins are.” Large hands wrap around your waist and pull you further down on his cock. You bite your lower lip. Maybe the pain can distract you from how your blood is roaring inside you.

It’s not until he’s buried all the way inside you that his eyes flash a brilliant blue. He holds you against him, his mouth slightly agape. His whisper barely reaches your ears. You wouldn’t have known he was talking if you weren’t watching his mouth move.

“I’m free.”

You lay on your back unmoving. If he’s free then he could leave. He could walk out of the house and leave you and Bakugou alone. This nightmare could end.

“You fucked her, now let her go!” Bakugou’s shout causes the demon’s blissful peace to crumple into a snarl.

“Your pretty lady set me free, the least I can do is give her a good fuck to remember me by,” he smirks. His hands slide up the back of your legs and hook under your knees. Pushing them towards your chest, he leans in, somehow pressing deeper into you. Your breath hitches and your mouth falls open. 

Shit. 

If you had your voice, you know a needy moan would’ve filled the room.

All that leaves your mouth though is a sharp exhale. But he knows. He heard. You close your eyes to school your features. The moment you open them, his eyes, blazing with desire, are locked on yours.

He knows.

There’s an intimacy that brings a blush to your face as he fucks you slowly, his eyes still holding your gaze. Neither of you can look away. His cock kisses your cervix and when you think it can’t get any better, he shifts slightly, changing the angle. The demon leans in, his tongue licking a stripe up the column of your neck

“You taste so good, babe. I can taste your fucking arousal. If I give you back your voice, will you be a good girl for me?” His teeth graze your skin, sending shivers down your skin. You nod, slowly at first – like the way the demon thrusts into you – then more emphatically as he speeds up.

“I want you screaming my name,” he murmurs in your ear, “I want to hear you screaming for Dabi.” His lips lock on yours, his tongue pressing against your lips. You can’t even pretend to put up a fight; you spread your lips and meet his tongue in the middle.

A trail of spit connects his mouth to yours when he pulls back.

“Say my name.”

“Dabi,” you croon with a worn out voice. You’re rewarded with the entire length of his dick pulling out and pushing back into you.

“Again.”

You say his name louder.

Each iteration louder than the last is rewarded with a torturously slow thrust.

But you need more. You squirm beneath him, angling your hips, anything to entice him to fuck faster. And the fucker has the audacity to slow down. 

“C’mere, Princess.” Dabi wraps his arms around you, pulling you close and rolls the two of you over. “I want to see these lovely tits of yours bouncing.” You arch your back as his claws trail down your back and settle at your waist. He lifts you up and down his cock, helping you get a rhythm before you take over.

The pressure building in your core has you bouncing frantically on him – you’d felt it before when you used toys and your fingers to bring yourself pleasure, but this is something more. Something toe curling. Something that has you digging your fingers into his forearms. His dick is able to hit the right places you could never get, barely satiating a newfound need deep within you.

“Hold on, Princess,” Dabi groans and effortlessly holds you above him, the tip of his cock barely inside you. You whimper at the loss of contact and try to fight his grip. “I want this to last as long as possible, so take a seat up here.”

Apparently your dumbfounded expression is hilarious since he starts laughing.

“Up here, babe.” His tongue flicks out between a scarred bottom lip and an unscarred upper lip. When you still look unsure, he hauls you up and settles your legs on either side of his face. He trails kisses up your inner thigh, each one inching closer to your core.

“Don’t worry, babe, I won’t break.”

He locks your legs against his face and you have no choice but to seat yourself against his mouth.

He has you gasping the moment his tongue flicks out. Your hands run through his hair as he laps at you, each stroke adding to your overwhelming passion. Grabbing onto hair and horn – really whatever is within your grasp, you pull yourself against him and spread your legs further. 

A chorus of ‘please’ and ‘more’ fall from your lips like a desperate prayer as Dabi’s tongue swirls around your sensitive nerves.

It’s not until you lean back so his tongue can delve inside you that you feel guilt. Crimson eyes locked onto you in disbelief silences your intoxicated begging. He might as well have poured ice water over you. 

You forgot about him.

You forgot your fiance was pinned to the wall, watching you enjoy a demon’s cock.

Every moment, every sound forever etched into his mind as you stopped fighting and gave in to temptation.

A sharp nip on your inner thigh brings you back to Dabi. You tear your gaze away and pull back to see the forked tongue you were enjoying so much laving the pinpricks left from his teeth.

“As much as I want you to come on my tongue, I’d rather have you creaming on my cock.”

He rolls you off his face and onto your back.

Obediently, you spread your legs, one hand creeping down to continue where he left off. The buzz running throughout your body increases with every enticing swirl of your fingers around your clit. 

“I want to come, Dabi,” you mewl. 

He laughs, the sound no longer shards of glass against your skin. “How can I refuse since you asked so nicely.”

He sinks inside you with a single stroke and you wrap your legs around his hips. Dabi’s fingers swat your hand away before taking over, his hand possessively splayed over your mound as his thumb works on your clit. Your hands twist in the comforter and rose petals as you drown in impending pleasure. 

“Who does this cunt belong to?” Dabi growls.

“You,” you whisper.

Correct, but not enough. There’s no rewarding thrust of his dick. 

“Who?” He raises an eyebrow. You know what he wants. You’re teetering on the precipice of orgasm, and every second he’s not fucking you, the feeling slips ever so slightly.

“You, Dabi!” You clench around him, desperate to keep your high. A clawed hand digs into your waist slightly and pulls you flush against him.

“Who’s the only one you’re going to fuck?” he hisses, turquoise eyes narrowing.

“You, Dabi!” you wail, the electric feeling building up, almost uncontainable. “I belong to you!”

“Good girl,” he growls and fucks into you again, “Come for me.” His words – his permission – wash over you and release the pent up feeling. Your orgasm rips through you, an intensity you’ve never felt before. No toy or even your own fingers could compare – would compare ever again.

Dabi’s hips smack against your own once, twice more before pressing flush against you. Heat pools in your lower abdomen and you can feel his cock twitching inside you. A part of you wonders if sex is always like this, but an even smaller part of you knows that it’ll only be this good when you’re with Dabi.

He untangles from you and leans over, panting slightly. He presses a surprisingly chaste kiss to your cheek before his lips ghost over your skin to your ear.

“Left you a parting gift, Princess,” he purrs, “If you ever want to see me again, just look in a mirror and say my name three times.”

The bedroom door flies open and Dabi looks your blissed out form over one last time before walking out.

When the front door slams closed, Bakugou is released and falls to the floor. He rushes to you, his hands clenching and unclenching as he hovers at the edge of the bed. Worry pushes his brows together.

All he can do is watch.

It’s up to you to break the silence.

“I’m sorry, Katsuki,” you pant, “I said I was saving myself for the person I was going to marry.” 

One Week Later

You look yourself over in the bathroom mirror, adjusting your light blue bra. Pushing moving boxes out of the way, you nod to yourself encouragingly.

No time like the present.

“Dabi,” you whisper. Your irises flash a brilliant turquoise for a second. Your heart leaps into your throat.

“Dabi.” You swear you can feel his claws ghosting over your skin.

“Dabi.” The lights flicker for a moment before going out completely. The only thing visible in the mirror is the thin blue ring around your irises – until another pair or ethereal blue eyes just over your shoulder joins them. Sharp nails dig into your arms.

A deep voice chuckles in your ear. “Miss me already?”

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Sun Eats Moon

Dark!Gojo Satoru x reader

Word count: 9.1k

Part two: Earth Kills Moon

Part three: Moon Starves Sun

Synopsis: Your boss takes on Gojo Satoru as his newest client. Much to your relief, he doesn't seem to recognize you.

(Warnings: noncon, dubcon, rough sex, oral sex, bullying, harassment, one mention of choking, penetrative sex, afab!reader, coercion, forced relationships, implied baby trapping attempt, hint of pregnancy kink)

You wanted to quit the second you read the name. 

You should have. It would have been so easy to hand in your two weeks, tell your boss that you just couldn't. Or maybe you could have convinced one of the other paralegals to take your place. 

It's pathetic. Almost a decade had passed and you still felt yourself slink into the girl you once were, rolling under his thumb, utterly helpless. You should be better than that. You worked so hard to reach where you are now. 

You were different now, you told yourself over and over again. You were older, smarter. Besides, it'd been a decade, would he even remember you?

It's Higuruma who notices your restless fingers. You shouldn't have underestimated him, despite how exhausted he looks, nothing goes past your boss. He asks about it when you two are seated in a beige room, waiting for the client. 

"Is everything alright?" 

You're still staring out the window. How high were you? 16 stories, maybe even higher. Resentment, you can feel it rise up your throat, build throughout your body. Of course, he has fancy cars, pretty buildings, and limitless money. Men like him will never know what it's like to have nothing. All men were born equal. What a fucking joke. 

Higuruma shifts, and you jolt out of your thoughts. "Yes," you console, "apologies, I'm just tired." 

The lawyer hums, and you're not sure if he believes you or not. Before he can say anything, the frosted doors open. The rest of the legal team comes in, sitting at the long table you and Higuruma inhabited. 

He comes in last. He'd always had a liking for theatrics. 

Not much had changed within a decade. He was taller, bigger. He'd switched out of his high school uniform, opting for something more business-friendly. He still made heads turn. Became the center of attention. 

It's his smile that throws you. Sincere, real. Lingering on his face like extravagant jewelry. Hard not to notice. 

You react better than you anticipated. You don't shake or tremble or cry when he passes you. You just squeeze your fists, bunching your skirt in your palm. It helps. 

He sits down, right at the end, so everyone can see him. One foot elegantly crossed over the other. When he tilts his head, his soft white hair threatens to shift over brilliant blue eyes. 

"Well, I'm sure you don't need me to explain why we're all here." A few chuckles resonate from the small group. "Let's just do our best and hope nothing gets too out of hand."

His eyes slide over to meet yours, and you steel yourself for his eyes to widen. For something wicked and cruel and nasty to sink into his face. 

Nothing. 

Gojo Satoru maintains that same smile. The blaring sun. Painfully innocent. His gaze lasts barely a second before moving to the next face, and the next, and the next. 

"I look forward to working with all of you."                                     

𖤓

If you could describe Gojo Satoru in one word, it would be: celestial. 

He's like a shining star. Brighter than the sun. Everywhere he went, he was bound to attract attention. Much like how the Earth is drawn towards the sun, people are drawn towards Gojo Satoru. It's the natural order. 

But, if an insignificant planet resists the Sun's gravitational force, it'll get crushed. You learned this the hard way. 

Gojo had always been in your class for years. The third year was no different. Despite the commonality, you two never talked to each other. You had no reason to. Until the vending machine gave you two cartons, and you suddenly remembered from an overheard conversation that Gojo liked chocolate milk too. 

"Want it?" You hold it out to him during lunch break. He was in the middle of a boisterous conversation with his friend. They did intimidate you, but you had no reason to be scared. It's not like they were bullies.

Gojo's sunglasses dip down. He eyes what you're holding in your hand, before his gaze drifts back up to you. 

"The machine gave me extra," you supply, "do you want it?" 

"Oh, sure," he says after a moment. Your hands brush. "Thanks." 

You nod, and then you walk back to the cafeteria. It was meaningless. A favor between acquaintances. He was helping you more than you helped him. You didn't want to carry chocolate milk around in your backpack. You forgot about the interaction within a few hours. 

𖤓

The meeting ends hours later. When you stumble home, it's barely evening but you can still feel the stress creeping through your legs and arms. 

You go straight to your laptop. Fumbling through the keyboard, desperate, searching. 

He's famous. Of course, he is. In his mid-twenties, but already a multi-millionaire. The head of an extremely elite family. Your eyes scan picture after picture after picture. Photos of him drinking with models in skimpy bikinis. Fancy cars. Huge houses. Private jets. Gojo Satoru: the man behind Gojo Co., Gojo Satoru and supermodel Menza hinted at relationship, Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru. 

You pull away when it starts to burn, when the rage and sorrow become too much. He has everything. Everything he could want. He made you go through hell for months, and yet he never got punished for it. The universe rewards him with lavishness you'd never be able to touch. 

It's not fair. It's not fair. It's not fucking fair. 

Through your blinds, the sun happily shines. 

𖤓

You don't notice it until it becomes painfully unbearing.

Gojo calls you by your name now (until that day you bet he didn't even know you existed). He's like a ghost, constantly appearing out of nowhere to sling an arm around your shoulder, eager to chase off any of your friends to talk to you about things that don't matter.

He constantly offers to walk you home (and then Gojo ignores your refusals and does it anyway). It stays like that for a few days, never bordering beyond friendliness. You think he's harmless. Maybe he just hasn't had someone genuinely do a nice favor for him. Besides, you're flattered by the attention. Even you can be swayed by the pull of Gojo Satoru. It feels nice to be wanted. 

You reason it'll just be for another week. A week later, you two will be nothing but acquaintances, sometimes exchanging quick smiles during class. 

It doesn't truly dawn on you as to what he's doing until he comes out and says it. 

"What?" Because you must have misheard him. 

"We should," he says, not even bothering to repeat himself, "I mean, we're practically dating already. Let's just make it official." 

You stare at him. As always, he's utterly beautiful. The light of the setting sun makes his skin glow gold. Whenever he's walking you home is one of the rare times he removes those sunglasses. His eyes are like jewels, pretty things that you wish were yours. 

You laugh. It's high and panicky because you still think he's joking. He doesn't laugh with you. You stop. 

"Oh-oh, I'm sorry Gojo-I wasn't-I didn't think. I'm just not...interested in dating anyone right now. It's not you! I think-I think you're great, but it's just the wrong time, and school is getting so much busier and-" you keep rambling, coming up with excuse after excuse because you're convinced Gojo would cut you off with an awkward laugh, tell you it's fine. 

He doesn't do either, letting your flounderings get more and more pathetic. His smile had dropped. You can't read his expression anymore. 

Eventually, you grow quiet, standing with him in that silence. When that gets too much, you timidly tell him to have a goodnight and walk home. He doesn't follow, staying rooted to the sidewalk where you left him. You're not running away, you tell yourself over and over again. And yet, you can't help but feel relief as soon as you can't feel his eyes. 

Don't resist the Sun. It'll crush you. 

𖤓

It was something minuscule. 

Barely considered legal work. The case would most likely be finished in a couple of weeks. The defendant had nothing on Gojo Satoru, at least from what you and the other paralegals could see. You highly doubted it would even go to court. Higuruma always had a knack for bringing anyone to the table. Gojo would be let off from whatever he did without a hitch. No punishment. Just like always. 

"Word of advice, don't think about what happens in the private sector," Higuruma says, over whiskey. 

The firm was celebrating another victory at a fancy bar. You were still stewing over the face of that young woman's face when the judge ruled in your client's favor. She looked heartbroken. You can still remember the sleazy smile your client had given her. 

"It's a job," he says, "do it. Boost your resume, and get out." 

He takes another dainty sip of his glass. Tonight, the circles underneath his eyes seem even darker. "You're a young kid. Do something else with your life." 

When he offers to buy you a round, you accept. You think about that night sometimes, and you wonder if Higuruma wished someone else would have given him that advice when he was younger. 

Do the job, and get out. Easier said than done. Especially when the job involved Gojo Satoru. 

Associating with him was dangerous, you knew that firsthand, especially when he was interested in something you had. You'd left, but that wouldn't save you. The space of decades would not help. 

Burn Gojo once, he won't forgive you. Burn Gojo twice? You don't think there's anyone alive who did that. 

Over the coming days, you expect something from him. It's a nagging feeling in your stomach. The delayed response to a gunshot. Dread. You expect him to snap. Push. Break. 

He never does. Gojo remains pliant, the same to you as he remains to your boss. There's no additional touching, no disgusting nicknames, no scathing looks. Nothing. 

You don't get the confirmation until a week later, when Gojo stops you near the elevator. 

"Higuruma's...assistant, right? Sorry, never got your name," he says, and you steel yourself because the two of you are alone and here it comes but if you yell loudly enough maybe-

"He asked for some paperwork, and I finally found it for him." Gojo hands you a stack of sheets with a cheery smile. "You won't mind giving that to him, will ya? Thanks!" 

Just as quickly as he arrives, he leaves, shoes clicking down the hall as he goes. You can only stare at his rescinding back, the palpable feeling of relief nearly making your knees buckle. 

The best news you could have possibly received. Gojo Satoru had completely forgotten about you. 

When you got home later that evening, the rain was heavy, and the sun was nowhere to be seen. 

𖤓

You don't have proof it was him. 

It's unjust to accuse people of things they didn't do. You lack any evidence. It could have easily started by itself. You'd always been meek and timid. People were bound to take advantage of that. 

But the timing was just too perfect for it to not be caused by him. 

In the weeks following the incident with Gojo, school went from tolerant to hell. It started small, at first. Tiny. Unoticable. Insignificant. Some people (Gojo's lackeys, you'd later realize), would nudge you as they passed you by the halls. They apologized, mid-laugh, and in the beginning, you truly thought they were sincere. Then, the nudges turned into pushes, then shoves. That's when you knew you had a target on your back. 

At first, you found it kind of hard to believe. Bullying? It sounded so childish. Something reserved for petty middle schoolers. You were in your final year of high school. You were already an adult. You laughed it off, for a bit. Mostly because it was so ridiculous. Only when it starts becoming more severe, more apparent that you were his target, do you start taking things more seriously.

There was no proof, but everyone knew it was Gojo. And being on Gojo's bad side wasn't something people were willing to risk. One by one, your friends started to disappear, reducing their involvement by sending strained smiles during passing period. The more stubborn ones who were more adamant about staying by your side were chased away too. They'd skip school for a few days, before coming back and completely ignoring you.

Teachers and staff were no help either. Why would they? Gojo's family held them in the palm of their hand. The most your homeroom teacher would do was avert his eyes whenever something was thrown at you for the third time in class, and quietly remind students to settle down. 

You fell on the ground with an embarrassing thump. A chorus of laughter, and a mocking 'sorry' is all you hear from the crowd. Other students step over your scattered papers, giving you looks of sympathy but never bothering to help. You'd call them cowards, but you know you'd do the same.

Instead, you focus on collecting your papers. You avoid the lump in your throat. The tears that threaten to break over your waterline. It's humiliating, being stuck on the floor like this. It's only Wednesday, but you already feel like breaking.

Hands, scarred, move past you, collecting the rest of the sheets. His face is carefully blank as Geto Suguru neatly tucks his share all in one piece before handing it to you. You give your thanks. He ignores it. 

“Are you hurt?” Geto asks, his voice barely loud enough to hear.

You think you scrapped your knee during the fall, but other than your pride, you're fine. You shake your head. Geto sighs. It's not out of relief.

“That's good,” he says anyway.

You found it ironic that Gojo's best friend is the only one who bothers to help you these days. It makes sense, in a way. It's not like he'll send his goons to Geto, instead. In this solar system, Geto Suguru is the only person unaffected by Gojo's solar flares. 

You work in relative silence, collecting the mess that fell out of your bag. Geto hands you the last of the supplies, idly watching as you tuck them away.

“Take my advice,” he says just before he leaves, “give in.”

He stands up. Geto Suguru has always been taller than you, but now the difference feels even worse. When he looks down at you, a flicker of pity lingers in his eyes. It's gone before it can mean anything. 

“It'll only get worse from here if you don't.”

Worse, he had said. God, what could be worse? You were already at rock bottom. All you have left is your dignity. Something you intend on gritting your teeth to keep.

You quickly learned something about Geto Suguru: he knew his best friend. 

Friday. The end of the worst week of your life has finally arrived. The week after is break, and then maybe Gojo will move onto some other hyperfixation, and finally leave you alone.

Classes were out. You were done, free to run home and cry the entire week away. And then, you noticed, your locker was open.

Smashed in, was a better term. Completely, irrevocably, destroyed. It looked like someone had taken a wooden bat to repeatedly smash in the metal until it cracked open like an egg. 

You don't want to look, but you have to. The busted door is barely hanging on its hinges when you push it open. 

It's worse than anything you could think of. 

Your books, textbooks, journals, are all torn apart and written on. All the contents of your bag have been thrown around. Your assignments, your notes, your pens and pencils. But it's your laptop that makes your throat stop. Smashed, broken without any hope of being salvageable. Your everything was in there. Why why why would he do this to you? 

This wasn't bullying. 

This was abuse. 

Fuck pride. Fuck dignity.

You were so tired. 

Despite the hell his lackeys put you through. Gojo Satoru himself never bothered you. In fact, you hadn't seen him all week. He doesn't make himself impossible to find. You know where his group hangs out after school. You're barely holding yourself together when you hear his voice. His pretty laugh. You don't care about how you look, close to breaking, your voice high-pitched and shaky. 

"Why?" 

Your voice catches his attention. He falls into silence, just like the rest of the group. Gojo surveys you for a moment. There's a scoff, a hint of amusement before he waves off the rest of the group. 

"Get lost." 

They comply, dispersing in multiple directions. For the first time, in a long while, you and Gojo are left alone. You and Gojo are left, alone. 

"Well?" he tilts his head, completely bored. 

"What do I have to do?" You ask desperately, "What-what do I have to do to make this all stop? Please I'll-I'll do anything, just-just make it-" 

It's all too much. You can't hold your sobs in, bursting into tears as you fumble through your words. He tuts in mock pity. You flinch when you feel his hand against your cheek, but he doesn't let you shy away. 

"Anything?" He asks when your sobs simmer into hushed whimpers, "Really? Anything?" 

You blink, looking up at him with rough teary eyes. He's grinning, wide and manic. Your heart drops when he lowers himself to whisper in your ear. 

"Anything, right?" 

You nod once. He sighs in pure delight. His breath tickles your cheek. 

"Get on your knees." 

You jerk back, but Gojo doesn't let you go far, a hand on your shoulder, keeping you rooted on the spot. At your look of pure panic, he only laughs a little. 

"I-I-Gojo you-" 

"And call me Satoru now. Since we're gonna get to know each other a lot better," he interrupts with a chiding grin, ignoring your wide eyes. "What? I thought you said anything, right?" 

He's asking, but it's clear you don't get a choice anymore. His grip on your shoulder is tight, close to crushing skin and bone. You're trapped. No, you were trapped the moment you talked to Gojo Satoru. 

To think this all started because of two cartons of chocolate milk. 

You relent when his grip gets too painful, sinking down to your knees. The grass is cool, and you know it will leave damp spots on your skirt, letting everyone know what you did for him. 

"Good girl," he coos, and you shudder at his hand petting your hair. Like you're some precious pet. To him, maybe you are. How could anyone think of treating a human like this? You should be grateful he does it for you, instead of demanding you to pull him out. Still, the jiggle of his belt makes you wince. You turn away, not being able to bring yourself to look. Only when the tip of his cock reaches your peripheral, do you look back. It's big. You should have expected it, considering his height. It's already leaking, a bead of precum that makes you shudder. He moves forward and you instinctively grip his thigh. 

"Gojo I-" 

"Nuh-uh. Satoru," he ununciates, "Satoru. You gotta' start listening to me baby, or else we're gonna have problems." 

You look down at the grass. Green, soft. 

"Satoru." 

His eyes flash in satisfaction. 

"Open up, pretty girl." 

The last of your fight disappears, sinks into the soft grass. You swallow, once, before you take him. It's a slow, torturous process. He's too big, your jaw is already starting to ache. Satoru barely notices your discomfort, sighing in contentment when you start to gag on his cock, reaching down to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. 

You make a muffled gurgle and he tilts his head down. His sunglasses fall forward, two pretty eyes stare at you. 

"What? Don't act like this is your first time-" he stops himself, mid-thought. 

"Wait...this can't be your first time, right?" 

If you weren't humiliated enough. You can't even lie, averting your eyes to avoid any further shame. 

"Poor baby," Satoru says, all too delighted, "lemme' walk you through it. Gotta' suck on it, just like a lollipop-that's it-use your tongue," he encourages, still gripping his cock in his hand, like he was feeding it to you. 

You can feel your mouth open wider. Tears stream down your face, not just from your pride, but also from pain. Satoru lets you take him in like this for a few more moments, just enjoying your warm mouth. 

"There we go," he breathes, "take-fuck-take all of me." 

But Satoru isn't known for his patience. You've barely taken all of him in yet before he grabs your hair to fuck your throat properly. You choke, sputtering all over his cock. He barely pays you any mind, his head thrown back as he rams himself down your mouth without a care in the world. 

"Y'know, our first time together could-could have been nicer," he says through gritted teeth, the heat was starting to get to him, "but you just had to go and mess it up, huh?" 

If you were stronger. If you were braver. You would have rejected it. Screamed. Fought. At the very least, you would have denied his delusions. But you weren't strong. You weren't brave. You were weak. Stupid. This was all your fault. Had you just given in the moment he asked, this wouldn't be happening to you. Or maybe, he'd be a bit nicer about it. 

He hisses, gripping the back of your head before something warm and disgusting fills your mouth. Above you, Satoru lets out a shameless groan, a mix of your name as well as a curse. He releases you then, finally letting you sink to the floor. You fall forward, resting on your hands and knees, panting, trying to regain your breath, some semblance of sanity. You can still taste him. It's salty, a sickly tang. You spit as much as you can on the grass. It doesn't help. 

He kneels, getting down to your level. With the way he's silently watching you, you know he's waiting for the right answer this time. 

Don't resist the Sun. It'll crush you. 

So, you drop your gaze down. You take in a deep long stilted breath. 

"Yes, Satoru," you say, voice quiet, pliant, "I'll go out with you." 

His demeanor drops in just a second. He smiles, painfully innocent, like you hadn't spent the last few moments choking on his cock. He cups your face with both hands and you wonder how he could look at you like that, gently, as though you weren't covered in tears and his cum. 

(You still feel it drip down your mouth. Tonight, when he finally lets you go home you'll cry for hours in the shower, hoping the water will wash away all the shame you feel. It won't.)

"Finally!" He exclaims, laughing, light, happy, elated, "I'm so glad you finally came around. I was starting to think I was ugly or something." 

 You stay like that for a while. Underneath him. You let his hands run up and down your body, like he's feeling the space that makes up you. Soon, you'd realize Gojo Satoru liked to touch things that were beneath him. A thought muddles it's way through your numb brain. You bring yourself to look at him. 

"Satoru?" you ask. He sighs in satisfaction, stroking your hair. 

"My laptop...it's broken." 

You didn't know what else to say. It sounded accusatory, even to your ears. Righteous. You wondered if he heard it too, if he'd do something about it. 

Satoru only scoffs.

“that old thing?” You flinch. It was a gift from your aunt, you highly doubted he cared enough about the sentimental. He hugs you closer, almost like a snake, constricting you within its scales before it devours you. 

(You think the worst part is that he didn't even deny it.)

“I'll just get you a new one, baby.”

He walks you home later that evening. When he demands a kiss, you comply, numbly pressing your aching lips to his. 

The sunset is pretty today. 

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It's not a particularly hard case, but Gojo has a knack for keeping those who work for him busy. Higuruma had asked you to stay behind, once again. The two of you were stuck alone in the office building, a room that Gojo had graciously supplied. 

You were milling through a stack of papers when someone new walked in. You didn't recognize her. She was tall, pretty, sparkling jewelry littered her neck and wrists. Your eyes drifted up and down her outfit, something that definitely wasn't business-appropriate. A part of you wants to ask where she got that lipgloss from. 

"Oh," she tilts her head, surveying the two of you with pretty eyes, "is Sato not here?" 

You inwardly cringe at the nickname, but choose not to show it. Higuruma is the one who saves you, in the end. He speaks on both of your behalf. 

"Mr. Gojo isn't here at the moment," he says, "feel free to wait." 

She does as she's told, plopping down on a seat right next to her. Higuruma goes back to ignoring her, dutiful in everything like he always is. You, on the other hand, don't like the way some of the other associates eye her legs. When you wordlessly hand her your jacket, she gratefully accepts. 

"Thanks. I love your bag, by the way," she cheerily says and a part of you feels bad for her. 

Minutes pass. She crosses her legs and then uncrosses them. When she crosses them again, you have to look up from your paperwork and ask if she's feeling alright. 

"Just nervous," she admits, "I-I haven't seen Sato since our...last meeting." 

Everyone in the vicinity knows this wasn't a casual business meeting, you don't get why she's avoiding the elephant like that. Probably to save face. It's clear from her behavior that she wasn't expecting so many visitors, so perhaps this situation is new for her. You found it strange that a booty call would be called up to an office building, especially when people were clearly watching, but you doubted Mr. Gojo cared about that. He was always shameless in that regard, uncaring about anyone's reputation, even his own. That's why he's in this legal mess in the first place. Besides, you were part of Gojo's Satoru's legal team. Part of your job is to be discreet about his extracurricular affairs. 

Gojo Satoru hadn't changed at all since high school. Why would he? His personality has gotten him this far, after all. The Sun would never change, it's a constant sphere of fire. You wouldn't want him to change. You were banking on his stagnant nature to slip by. You couldn't imagine if he did change, improve himself, and realize how horrible he'd been to you. How would you be able to keep yourself together if he pulled you aside one day and tried to apologize? You'd break. Things are better the way they are now. Let Gojo Satoru indulge himself in all this lavishness, forgetting about the people he's tortured. It's better this way. 

You glance over at the girl. She's young, maybe a couple of years younger than you. You can see the flush on her cheeks. The clear swooning. A part of you wonders what she'd think about that man if you ever told her what he did to you. What a monster he is-

"There you are!" Mr. Gojo strides in, just as silent as always, making himself known when he wants to. 

The girl jumps up, her eyes lighting up in pure excitement as she practically drags herself into Mr. Gojo's arms. He places an arm on the small of her back, scarily close to touching somewhere inappropriate as she chatters away. They disappear off to wherever rich men like him go. 

It's so quick. You must have imagined it because, for a second, you were sure he'd glanced back at you. 

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By now, everyone knows you're Satoru's. That means, like him, you're untouchable. 

You're not celestial. If Satoru was a star, then you were a stray meteor he'd found hurtling through space, and he couldn't resist forcing it to revolve around him. In exchange for suffering through his solar flares and radiation, he protects you from bigger planets that are all too eager to smash into you. The one relief is that no one seems to bother you anymore. You haven't been shoved around, pushed, or prodded. Sometimes, you receive glares from Satoru's old ex's, but it's more tolerable than burnt homework. 

Satoru has officially chased away all your friends, but he's more than happy to keep you company. You sit next to him in lunch now, quietly listening as he prattles on to the rest of his friends (you recognize some of them, the ones who messed with you, they never seem to hold your gaze for long). You used to study on campus alone, right after school let out. Now, you still do it, but with Satoru watching. It's hard to concentrate with his wandering fingers and wet lips. 

He takes all of your firsts. You don't give them to him, much less, he demanded it of you. The first time he fully takes you is far less romantic than you'd ever hoped. It was on his bed after he'd practically dragged you over to his house that night. You went home the next day covered in marks that took nearly a week to heal. A little while after that, Geto came to talk to you again. For the second time ever. 

"Here." He offers you a packet. Pills. You're confused for a moment until you realize Satoru didn't wear a condom. 

"Thank-" 

"Don't," he cuts you off, "Don't thank me." 

He says it with so much hate that you think it's directed at you. It isn't until years later that you realize the disgust was towards himself. 

There are theories that the Moon once had color. 

It wasn't just white. It was green and blue, and red. 70 million years ago, it could have been much like the Earth. It didn't have a strong atmosphere, however. The gaseous layer was slowly stripped away. The sun didn't help. With no atmosphere, the unfiltered solar radiation slowly began to bleach the once colorful celestial body a dull white. Before long, the sun had created the moon to be its image. Now, the only color the moon has to offer is the sun's reflection. 

When the moon was out, you often stared at it, reveling in its beauty. Now, trapped in between Satoru's arms, you find its skeleton a bit too haunting to look at. 

Three more weeks. Just three more weeks. 

Graduation is coming up soon. You already had your college picked out, far far away from this backward town. From his conversations, Satoru was planning on going to some high-end college in Tokyo. With the way he kept looking back at you, you had a feeling he was planning on dragging you there too. 

You were intelligent enough to keep your mouth shut about your plans. Satoru never asked, so you guessed he assumed you would let him bully you into whatever he wanted. He was right, so far. It's not like you'd ever argued with him. 

Your parents were the only people who knew about your plan. They were excited, albeit for the wrong reasons. 

"I'm so glad to see you're this interested in higher education," your mother beamed, "why the sudden change?" 

You look at your mother's face. People have told you that you share the same smile. You wonder if she'd keep smiling if you ever told her about what Satoru's been doing to you, the bullying, the harassment. 

You can't. You won't, because you can't bear to see her give you the same pitiful look your classmates give-the one Geto gives. You don't want her to see you as something broken. 

"I'm just starting to think I might go into law," you finally say, "definitely need college for that."

On Thursdays, you have to sit inside the gym during Satoru's basketball practice. You wait on the bleachers, reviewing notes, and listening to the squeaking of sneakers. Satoru's good at the sport. You know last year they won a few tournaments. Whenever he scores a point, he gives a cheer, turning back to see if you saw it too. In those moments, you remember he's just a kid. He's your age. You can feel the envy. There, but too insignificant to do anything. He pleasantly lives his childhood, even after he stole yours. 

Practice ends, always a little later than it's officially supposed to. Coach gives the final whistle and then Satoru is jogging back to you. Your things are already neatly packed into your bag. His breath is barely ragged, you can smell the hint of sweat as he kisses you on the lips. You can feel eyes on you, same as always. It's getting easier to ignore the gawking. After all, you're Satoru's now. 

"Miss me?" he asks when he pulls away. He grabs your stuff before you can, hauling your backpack away. To others, it may look like he's being a sweet boyfriend. To you, it's another leash, tugging you to where he wants to go. You're not sure how Satoru sees the action. 

You clamber out of the bleachers, following him without a word. Usually, Satoru would walk you home. You'd share a kiss with him on the front porch. And for the rest of the day, he'd finally leave you alone. 

He grabs your hand, shooting you a wink when you lightly jostle into his body. Instead of heading out the door, Satoru turns his gaze towards the empty locker rooms. The light's automated. It flickers an unsettling white, casting a sick glow along the tiles. You are barely through the door before Satoru's pinning you against the lockers, kissing you as aggressively as he can. 

Your hands immediately find their way to his shoulders, squeezing. It's not enough to hurt him, but it grabs his attention anyway. He lets up a little, relaxing into your touch. 

"Sorry, baby," he says not sounding apologetic at all, "just be good f'me, okay? Need you." 

He's pent up, you realize and you look at the door. School's out. The campus is nearly empty. But people are still around. And the door he just shoved you through doesn't have a lock- 

Oh, wait. Would it even matter if someone came in and saw you? Everyone knew you were Satoru's. 

Three more weeks. Just three more weeks. 

He's trailing down, dropping to his knees. He flips up your skirt, pushing aside your panties, and attaches his hot mouth to your pussy. He's ravenous, today. Sucking on your clit like he can't bear to do anything else. You gasp, immediately assaulted by the shocks of pleasure running up and down your back.

You press against the wall, arching your back, giving him even more to suck on. He hums in approval, his voice getting lost in your wet folds. You're practically dripping now, and Satoru, with all his debauchery, gladly licks it all up as you writhe and whimper above him. Your thighs grow tighter around him, threatening to crush his skull if both his hands weren't carved into the fat of your thighs, squeezing. 

Your initial panic is washed away, crumbled by his insistent tongue and fingers. You whimper out his name again as his tongue circles your clit and two fingers continue to move in and out of your sopping pussy. You're crying now, tears of pleasure and brokenness floating down your cheeks. Despite how blurry your vision is, you can see Satoru looking up at you. 

"Getting close?" he's breathless, but there's still a hint of playfulness in his voice, "gonna sing, pretty girl?" 

He gives a particularly hard suck on your clit and you're gone. You seize, throwing your head back as your legs shake from the force of your orgasm. It's a scream, so loud and shameless. Satoru gives a groaned pant, lapping up your aftertaste, making you jolt from the overstimulation before he finally gets to his feet. You watch as he haphazardly wipes the remnants of you with his sleeve before he's kissing you again. 

"Always so sweet f'me," he purrs, biting at your lips before he fumbles with his belt. His cock is already red and strained. He pants, head shifting to fall at the crook of your neck as he lines himself up and sinks into you with one full thrust. 

You whine a mix of a sob and a hissed moan. He hushes you with a stilted breath, barely keeping himself together as he pumps himself into you. Both of you are sweating now. You can feel the beads draw down your neck. He licks at your clavicle, biting when he starts to get more aggressive. When it's too less, he hikes your thigh over his waist, keeping it there so he can go even deeper. 

"Fuck, I'm crazy for you," he slurs against your skin. You can barely pay attention to his words, barely keeping your own voice in check, "’would do anything for you, pretty girl." 

He raises his head, looking you in the eye. His sunglasses have been tossed on the floor. You can his beautiful eyes, two cosmic galaxies of blue. You could stare at them for hours, discovering each variant of cerulean, naming each one. You bet each day you look, you'll find another shade. They're so pretty.

You wonder how pretty those eyes would look floating in a jar. 

"'Toru-!" you gasp when Satoru rocks himself into again, even faster. The name you accidentally gave him when you're too fucked out to comprehend language makes him laugh in pure delight, his smile uncontrolled, delirious. 

"Right here, baby," he moans into your sweaty skin, hand reaching down to rub your clit, "your ‘Toru's right here. Just where you need him." 

His fingers move under your shirt, squeezing at your tits, exploring, roughly grabbing at your chest. The sensation makes you wince. Your walls draw even tighter, choking his cock. 

"Too-too much, 'Toru, p-please." He growls at your begging, burying his face in your neck again. He nips at your damp skin, you flinch. 

"I gotcha' baby," he breathes, "just-just lemme-" He presses on your clit. It's all you need. 

You come with a sob, your pussy squeezing, milking Satoru for all he's worth. He's not too far behind, hips stuttering before he whines in your ear. Something warm fills your cunt. 

You flounder, sagging against the wall. Satoru's the only thing that keeps you upright as you fight to catch your breath. He isn't in any better shape, panting just as hard as you are. He lifts his head, pressing his damp forehead onto yours. There's a dreamy smile on his lips. A look of absolute adoration. 

"I love you." 

You look at him. There's nowhere else to look.

"I love you," he repeats, leaning forward to kiss the corner of your lips. His lips trail down, caressing your cheek, your jaw, your neck. It would almost feel nice, but you can only stare straight ahead. You can see the dull green lockers in the distance. You can smell the mold in the damp locker room. You can feel Satoru's cum slowly seep out of you, trailing down your thigh. 

Fuck three weeks. 

You needed to get out, now. 

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The only reason you went is because you were told Gojo Satoru wouldn't be there. 

His assistant had off-handily mentioned that he had a meeting on the other side of town. Very last minute. The building as a whole would be empty, just a skeleton crew and a couple of security guards to keep the place running. It made sense, it was 8 pm- long past any proper business hours. 

Higuruma could have easily gone, but it's clear the sleepless nights have been getting to him, or the stress. His paralegal is more than qualified to act like a middleman between him and Mr.Gojo's associates. It's an easy mission. Just grab a few things, and get out. 

Gojo Satoru wasn't supposed to be there. 

And yet, there he was, leaning against the door, blocking you into the room. 

His assistant had always been a mousey thing. Tonight, however, he'd been extra ansty, looking around the room. Babbling out excuses as to what was taking him so long. Now, when he can barely even look at you, you realize he was just a distraction. 

"You're off the clock, Ijichi," Gojo finally breaks the silence, "take tomorrow off too, okay?" 

His assistant quickly nods, keeping his head down to flit out the door. You can't even bring yourself to be mad at him. Gojo always had a habit of singling out the weakest, crushing them within his fist, unless they bent or broke. 

The door shuts with a click. 

"You know, I didn't even recognize you at first," he starts. He takes a small step forward. 

You take one back. He puts his hands up. 

"Okay, don't be like that," he sighs, exasperated, "It's been what, 10 years? How you've been?" 

He steps around you, barely brushing against your shoulder to get to his desk. He reaches down, grabbing a wine bottle and two glasses from a cabinet, setting both down on mahogany wood. 

"Wanna drink? Technically, it's against company policy to serve alcohol in the building but I won't tell if you don't." He grins. It looks bloody. 

He looks so casual, the man who's haunted your nightmares, leaning against a desk in a building he owns. Your heart's beating in your chest. It's so loud. You wonder if he can hear it too. 

When you don't respond, he rolls his eyes. 

"Figures." He pops the cork. "You were always such a stickler for the rules." 

"What do you want?" You ask, your tone weaker than you'd liked. 

"What? Don't you wanna catch up? I missed you." You flinch at his words, looking away. "A paralegal, huh? Gotta' say, wasn't what I expected, but it fits you." It sounds condescending, but you don't poke the bear, opting to stay silent. 

He seems to take an issue with that, regardless. 

"Are you mad? If anything, I should be the one upset at how you just ran off like that. After all that time we spent together too. I didn't even get a breakup text." 

 His last words, send a chill up your spine. A warning. Staying here any longer would be a mistake. 

You go to move. 

Satoru's faster. 

Your head slams against the wall. Hard. Enough to hurt. You struggle anyway, clawing at the hand that's gripping your throat, the body pinning you down. Above you (he's gotten so much taller now), Gojo tuts in disappointment. 

"I tried to be nice and look where that got me. You tried to run again," he muses, like he's disappointed, "I shouldn't be surprised. You've always needed something with a bit more teeth." At his threat, his hand on your throat tightens. You freeze. 

It's barely choking you, but it's enough of a warning. His other hand is playing with the end of your blouse, feeling the fabric. You can feel the tears start. They're a familiar taste. Only this time, they're twinged with bitterness. 

"Don't do this," you whisper, "Don't-don't-" 

"Yeah, I don't think you're in any position to make demands right now." He's grinning, but when you look into his eyes, you can see the anger. A fire that has burned for a decade. At that moment, you realized Gojo Satoru had changed. Now, he was better at hiding how he truly felt. 

You should have quit the moment Higurama got him as a client. 

Gojo's dragging you over to the desk, haphazardly pushing away the stuff already on it. The computer, the bottle, the wine glasses all fall to the floor with a deafening crash as he shoves you down, splaying you across the table. He follows you down, leaning to meet your lips in a frenzied kiss. It's different than all the other times he'd kissed you. He'd lost all the inexperience, more keen on making you stay put and bleed. When you try to turn your face, pushing at his chest, he only growls. A large hand grabs your chin, keeping you in place for him. 

When he pulls away, there's a hint of blood on his plush lips. It's not his. He licks it up regardless. 

You're full-on sobbing now; barely in sucking air as your body shudders and jolts. You don't expect comfort, least of all from him, but he's cooing, wiping away your tears. 

"Missed this," he purrs, ignoring the way you weakly push at him, "'guess that was my mistake. I was expecting you to be different. Nah, you'll be the same crybaby you always were. That's how you managed to slip under my radar." 

He buries his face into your hair, sighing in contentment as you shiver underneath him. His lips graze the crown of your head, a complete juxtaposition to his words. 

"Scream all you want. No one's here, baby." No one's gonna save you from me.

 Still, you try anyway. Your hands grip his broad shoulders, digging in your nails until he hisses. 

"Fuck maybe you have changed." He rasps, fiddling with his belt. "You're bitchier now." 

"Gojo-Gojo what are you-" He bites on your bare clavicle. You squeal, stilling underneath him again. 

"Satoru," he insists. You slump over the desk as he takes both your hands, wrapping his leather belt around your delicate wrists. You wince when he twists it into a knot. The leather bites into your skin. The fight dissolves just as rapidly as it arrived. He hadn't even lifted a finger against you. You were just that pathetic. 

"Satoru," you breathe, waving your flag of defeat. He hums, licking at the bitemark. You can feel the heat bloom on your skin. They'll be a mark tomorrow, and much like Satoru, it would go away so easily. 

"There's my good girl," he groans, cold hands fiddling with the buttons on your blouse, opening it up until your bra pops out, "I know I should be more mad, but I've always had a soft spot for you. Guess things will never change, hm?" 

His mouth dips down, tracing your collarbone to your breasts. He wiggles down your bra, letting your tits spill out and into his hands. He squeezes one while taking another in his mouth, swirling the bud with his tongue before devouring. His moan is barely muffled by your tits. Yours is clear, high-pitched and breathy. Satoru always had no problem being shameless. And he often dragged it out of you too. 

He's mouthing something against your skin, but you're too distracted by his other hand, slinking down your waist, pushing up your pencil skirt, letting it bunch around your hips. In the moment, you chastised yourself for wearing something so easy to get rid of, but it wasn't like you were expecting for him to be here, to bring you down just like he did when you were in high school. It's not like you were expecting to fall. 

Satoru feels around your pantyhose, running up and down your thigh, searching. He squeezes the sheer fabric, before he rips a hole into it. You gasp, jerking at the action. 

"That's-"

"I'll buy you new ones," he says, voice muffled by your tits. The conversation feels familiar. 

He bypasses your panties immediately, finding your pussy with practiced ease. You're already soaking. At this, he raises to look at you. You can't keep eye contact, timidly looking away. He laughs. It sounds sickenly affectionate. 

"You're so cute." He purrs just as he leaves another mark on your chest. Your tits bounce under his attention as he pushes two fingers into your tight sopping hole. Your back curls, arching off the desk as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you. Disgust grows within you, not at him, but at yourself, for letting yourself get this low. This desperate. 

It doesn't stay for long. He's cruel like that, moving in a way that makes you forget your humanity. His fingers get even faster, digging into your cunt and curling somewhere deep inside, hitting a spot that makes you gasp. You're reduced to whimpering moans by the time he finally stops, fingers exiting your pussy with a wet noise. He brings them to his mouth, sucking on his fingers, eyes rolling to the back of his head at your taste. 

"Fuckin' sweet," he moans, taking his fingers out with a sickening pop before wiping the drool on your heaving tits. 

Your eyes float to the window. The moon is out, you blearily realize. It's a blood moon, a rusty red. Once every 3 months, it'll lose its heavenly glow. The innocent milky white will get shadowed by the Earth's rusty atmosphere. It'll regain its color eventually. The Sun doesn't like to be overshadowed. 

Something hard and blunt slides between your legs. You're barely given a second to comprehend it before Satoru grabs you by the hips, filling you up with one thrust. You yelp, a semblance of his name on your lips, but it's shrouded by the moan you give out. 

He stays like that for a bit. You should be grateful he is letting you adjust to him. His cock is sickenly familiar to your walls. Satoru's hair brushes your cheek as he leans up to whisper in your ear. 

"How many?" he sounds like he's gritting his teeth, barely in control, "how many guys have you let fuck you since you ran?" 

You blink, wondering if he's seriously asking, but you can hear the seriousness in his tone. Even now, he's concerned with the wrong things. He's always been petty like that. 

"You," you say because there's no point in lying, "it's only ever been you." 

You say it like it's a curse, because to you, Satoru had cursed you. He'd stolen something you'd never be able to enjoy, devouring it, keeping it for himself. A part of you will always hate yourself for letting him do that, just like a part of you will always be his. 

Satoru deflates, as if he's relieved, easing his face into the crook of your neck, placing an almost loving kiss on your shoulder. He starts slow, slowly drawing his cock out, just until his tip is barely still in, before he pushes himself back into your hole. His pace is slow, controlled. It's different than when he was younger, more eager to get himself off more than anything. Now, it's like he's enjoying the intimacy, the feeling of your walls squeezing him. The wet noises. He's barely affected. Unlike you, writhing underneath him, close to falling apart. It's his length that gets you, forcing your pussy to stretch just to fit him. His cock hits everywhere, all at once, an endless torture of pleasure. 

It takes you a while to get your brain back together, to collect the mush, and realize that Gojo isn't wearing a condom. 

"S-Sato-" You try, just when he spreads your thighs apart, pushing them close to your chest so he can get deeper and kiss you at the same time. His hand slips down to your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles and you feel yourself getting even closer. You squeeze your eyes shut at the onslaught. 

"Try again," Satoru huffs, "What's my name? I know you know it, pretty girl." 

"'Toru," you beg because it's all you have left. Your breathless gasps make you sound even more unconvincing but you still manage to stutter out, "I'm-I'm not on anything, so-so please-" 

"That's okay," he mutters, though it's clear he's half-listening, "I'll take care of you and the baby."

"No-I-I-can't-" 

He drops his leisure pace in exchange of shorter, faster thrusts. His cock barely leaves your pussy, grinding in your hole as his breathing starts to get a little less controlled. 

"I'll make sure it takes this time too." 

Your eyes open, and you forget your panic to stare at him. You think back to the pills 18-year-old Geto had handed you. Always discreet. You'd...you'd always thought they were Satoru's idea. 

He hits something inside you, right then. You implode, crashing and burning as you gush around his dick. He's not kind enough to ease you through it, ramming his cock even harder inside your battered pussy until he's hunching over you with a shudder. You can feel his cum settle deep inside your womb. 

You stay like that for a few moments, not saying anything. It feels like hours before Satoru is moving again, drawing his softened cock out of your overstimulated pussy. You can feel the cum drip out of you too, spilling onto the desk, but you don't think Satoru's too mad about that. He flicks your clit a few times, watching your hips jerk and you give an exhausted whine. 

He kisses your breasts. He kisses up your jaw, before finding your lips. Dazed, you find yourself kissing back in reluctant acceptance, your body aching for any semblance of gentleness. 

"I love you." 

You look into his eyes, and you realize he's right. Gojo Satoru loves you, and this is how a man like him loves. He meant it, all those years ago, just like how he does now.

Satoru loves like the Sun. Too bright. With enough heat to burn your soul away. It's why you ran. 

"I love you," he repeats like the phrase doesn't kill you each time he says it, "so you're never leaving me." 

"Not ever again."

There are theories that the Moon once had color. 

It wasn't just white. It was green and blue, and red. 70 million years ago, it could have been much like the Earth. It didn't have a strong atmosphere, however. The gaseous layer was slowly stripped away. The Sun had eaten it. With no atmosphere, the unfiltered solar radiation slowly began to bleach the once colorful celestial body a dull white. Before long, the sun had created the moon to be its image. Now, the only color the moon has to offer is the sun's reflection. 

If Satoru was the Sun, then perhaps, you were the Moon. Stripped of your color. Unable to create light of your own. Reflecting only what you're given. 

How foolish of you to think you could ever escape his radiation. 

❝A SACRIFICE TO THE CAUSE ❞

Dabi x fem!Reader (ft. Hawks)

summary: being a double spy, Hawks has to work his way through the League of Villains and prove his loyalty. Being tested by no one other than Dabi, how far is the hero willing to go, even if it means kidnapping an innocent civilian and handing her over to the villains?

cw‼️: dark content, yandere!Dabi, kidnapping, stalking, noncon, voyeurism, abuse, MDNI +18

word count: 4.3k

A/N: everything is inspired by this post

The clock hit past midnight. The noisy streets of downtown were still filled with people and traffic, but the outer parts of the town remained quiet, peaceful, the silence of the night almost too suffocating. That’s where the winged hero was supposed to meet his newest acquaintance, somewhere far from the noise and wandering eyes. Hawks stood up from his seat after finishing the last paperwork and turning off the lights in his office, preparing to fly outside. He looked up at the endless starry sky and sighed, perhaps silently wishing that everything would come to an end. It pained him to the core, to start negotiations with the most wanted villains of Japan, doing atrocities behind the scenes to prove their loyalty, and still, it was never enough. Despite from this being only a grand scheme planned by no other than the HSPC, still the winged hero felt troubled. He tried to constantly keep in mind that this was for the greater good, that his mission would bring plenty of advantages on the heroes side. And yet, his newest acquaintance just knew how to find the vilest ideas for Hawks to prove his loyalty, it’s like the hero could never put out the fire burning in those cerulean eyes that would constantly doubt him, look down on him with disgust, mock him and his ideals. He never trusted him. Dabi never trusted him.

Screw him, Hawks thought. Once he’d get more access to the rest of the League, he’d stay away from Dabi. But the start is the hardest part, he had to get Dabi’s approval before he was allowed inside the headquarters. But just like always, Hawks had mastered to put on his tough facade, ready to be the comission’s perfect weapon, cold and heartless when needed, just like he was trained to since a kid. Without wasting more time, he went outside, the cold breeze of the night ruffling his feathers as he flied towards the destination. The secret spot where he was supposed to meet the villain was just outside the town, near a port surrounded by old abandoned buildings and empty boats floating on the calm waters.

There he finally landed, calmly walking inside one of the buildings, instantly being met with the familiar face of the blueflame user, who was leaning against the wall, hands on his pockets, a dull expression on his scarred face. The moment his gaze turned to the winged hero, a sly grin formed on his face, already excited to play with his pet pro.

“You’re late” the villain raised his eyebrow, eyeing Hawks as he entered in. “Y’know I am not keen on patience.”

“Spare me this time” Hawks chuckled, raising his hands. “It’s already hard for me to go out of hero duties and come by whenever I’m summoned, I’m not exactly one with much free time ‘round here.”

Dabi remained silent, and Hawks continued.

“So… any news from your leader? Have I passed the test?”

“Not that fast, hero” Dabi’s lips curled into a grin. “I can’t just let you waltz your way into the League that easily now can I? There’s one more thing I need, and if you do it, m’gonna make damn sure to personally welcome you into our lovely group.”

Hawks let out a sigh, holding tightly onto the only string of patience he had left. He could sense the dangerous intent behind the villains words, dread settling in his gut as he was about to spill the latest mission for him.

Dabi ran a hand in his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper, and a picture, handing them over to Hawks. The hero looked at them, in the paper there was an address written, along with the names of some places. Then he looked at the picture, furrowing his brows in confusion. In it there was a young woman, a good looking one, probably on her twenties or so. Hawks didn’t seem to recognise her, or any of the places written on the paper.

“Context, if you don’t mind?” Hawks forced a smile and Dabi chuckled.

“To keep it short, I want you to bring ‘er to me. There’s her address written, where she lives, works, gets her morning drink and so on” he said.

“Who is this person, if I may ask?” the hero asked, the alarms in his head going off as he realised Dabi has been stalking this woman’s every move.

“Just a little obsession of mine, if I may say.” he licked his lips, his voice almost shaking from the pure thrill of the situation. “A pretty little thing I’ve been wanting to get my hands on for a loooong time..” he said, dramatically dragging his words.

Hawks looked at him in pure disbelief, before it finally hit him.

“Are you asking me to kidnap this civilian?!”

“The man too fast for his own good and yet so damn slow to catch on things” Dabi laughed, a hint of mockery in his eyes. “Yeah, bring ‘er to me. I doubt she’ll come willingly so unfortunately, y’gonna have to use some force.”

Hawks shook his head, letting out a laugh, even though the situation was anything but hilarious.

“You can’t be serious right now, man. How is this going to prove my loyalty to the League in any way?!”

“Birdie, don’t forget that I am your only way of joining our troop, the only way the rest of the League will trust ya as well because they trust me. And you’ll earn my trust for good if you do this. What’s the matter though? I thought you were ready to do anything in the name of the League, yeah? It’s a sacrifice to the cause.” Dabi smirked, a teasing glint in his blue orbs, amused by the hero’s reaction. It was something extreme, not exactly something the League had requested, but being the second in command after Shigaraki, Dabi sure as hell could do whatever he wanted as long as it doesn’t get in their way of plans. And he could use his pet pro as he saw fit until he was sure he could be trusted. He was more than capable of kidnapping the girl himself, but the League and its members had to stay low. Dabi shrugged, before putting a hand on the hero’s shoulder, slightly heated as a warning.

“Consider this as your final deed to join the League, the key to opening the door to new paths that will bring ya so much benefits. To reach our goals sacrifices must be made, and we don’t need weak useless trash among us.”

With a pat on his back Dabi finally walked out, leaving the hero behind. Hawks didn’t realise he had his fists clenched this whole time. He swallowed hard, taking in a deep breath to calm his nerves. He hadn’t done anything, and yet he could feel the guilt slowly forming inside because he knew he would do something soon. It was about to happen, even though he was in denial. He had to follow through the plan, no matter what, and this was the hardest part. He looked at the picture, the pretty woman who looked too innocent, a civilian living a normal life, how could he steal all that from her and throw her in the pits of hell with someone like Dabi? The League was full of dangerous people, but Dabi was the worst of them all. It gave him the shivers, thinking that a man like him had formed a creepy obsession towards a civilian like her, god knows what he would do to her? How could Hawks live knowing he’d destroy her life?

No matter what it takes, you must go through this till the very end, the comission president’s words echoed in his mind. Once you take this mission there is no going back, you must earn their trust, that’s what matters most. Do everything they ask for.

Well, fuck it.

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The first days of winter had finally arrived, the weather conditions becoming harsher than usual. Despite the coldness, it was actually one of your favorite times of the year, so you highly anticipated winter and everything it brought. The freezing early mornings only to be comforted by a warm cup of coffee as you made your way to work, walking through the snowy streets of the city. You lived a normal cozy life, the routine never becoming boring, something you rather enjoyed than working on hero agencies or even becoming one yourself. Not that you had a quirk that would be useful in the battlefield, but even if you did, you wouldn’t choose the chaos that came with becoming a hero. You liked your life, as simple as it is, you didn’t need to achieve great things for you to be satisfied.

So today was one of the usual days for you as you made your way to work. Little did you know that a pair of sharp golden eyes had been following your every move for the past few days, studying, waiting for the perfect moment.

The tragic fate of a common civilian existing into a superhuman world where society is divided between heroes and villains, living your life so mindlessly because heroes are always there to protect everyone. As long as a hero is nearby, you are safe, live your life carefree and never worry about details such as someone stalking you late at night on your way home. You’d expect a villain when you turned your head, being cornered in an empty alleyway. But the shadow of those wings was familiar, your heart skipped a beat as you recognised the villain in front of you.

The hero?

“Y-You’re…” your breath hitched, looking at the feathers that were holding your wrists. “A hero?! W-What’s going on?!”

His cold gaze sent shivers through your spine, whilst his feathers covered your mouth and held you motionless, since when were heroes so villanous?

“Don’t make this harder for me.” he grunted, approaching closer, you were too terrified to notice the hint of guilt wavering in his voice.

I’m sorry for this..

Those were the last words you heard before you saw black.

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*

“Rise n’ shine, sleeping beauty~”

The strange husky voice echoed through the air, whilst you struggled to open your eyes, following with a sharp headache that made you whimper. Your vision was still blurry, but you could notice two silhouettes right above you, looking at you as if you were some sort of rare souvenir in display for the public to see.

Hawks stood above you, looking at the villain who had unzipped the bag with you inside it, now half awake and confused, with your hands and feet bound. It didn’t take too long to come to your senses and realise your circumstances, terror setting in as you looked at your captors. You struggled to move, your eyes instantly filling with tears and all Hawks wished in that moment was to grab you and fly you away from this madness. But he couldn’t.

“So much prettier up close…” the other man whispered, leaning down on you. He had a hood on and a jacket zipped up to his chin, his face almost hidden but not even the shadows could hide the glowing blue eyes that bore into yours. “M’not gonna hurt ya, gorgeous.”

Then he turned to the other man behind him, and your eyes widened after recognising the hero, the same one you saw in the alleyway earlier. Your screams were muffed, a desperate look in your eyes as you stared at the hero who clearly wasn’t planning on saving you.

A scarred hand reached to remove the duct tape in your mouth.

“P-Please don’t hurt me!” you whimpered, tears rolling down your cheeks. “Please let me g-go! Y-You’re the number two hero… right?! What is going on, please untie me!!”

Hawks let out a sharp sigh, almost turning around, not being able to look at your state that he put you in. The other man laughed, removing his hood to reveal his spiky raven hair and his charred face, a face you’ve seen before on the news that made your blood turn cold. You couldn’t believe your eyes, this had to be some sort of nightmare.

“Y-You… you’re..”

“Oh? ” Dabi raised an eyebrow, his grin getting wider to the point his staples almost came off. “She seems to know me. Ain’t that just wonderful? No need for me to introduce myself to ya then, princess.”

“I must go now” Hawks stated, his back still facing you. “You got what you wanted, you better keep your end of the bargain.”

“Well done, hero” Dabi chuckled, emphasising the word on purpose. “I’ll personally make sure you get rewarded for all your efforts and hard work you’ve done for the League.”

It was almost like your crying and pleas for help went deaf on the hero’s ears, their little chat about “deals” and “rewards” made you sick to the stomach. The number two hero of Japan, participating in such filthy acts, someone plenty of people looked up to. “Help! Help me! Y-You fucking hypocrite!” you screamed, almost startling the both of them. “Y-You’re supposed to be a hero, to protect us! W-What are you doing?! Why did you bring me to him?! I don’t wanna die, what do you want from me?!”

Dabi let out a laugh, as if this was the most amusing show of his life. He roughly grabbed your chin, squeezing your cheeks as he stared into your plucked lips.

“You see it too, don’t cha? How fake these mighty heroes really are, how this society actually is” he grabbed your face, turning it to Hawks’ direction and continued “Just look at that guy, I gotta give it to him, really. Went out of his way to bring you to me, just as I requested.”

“Enough..” Hawks growled, his voice full of threat, warning him to not cross the line.

“Y’know, I’ve been eyeing you for a while, you’ve caught my interest,” Dabi spoke with a soft tone, almost too unsettling as he gently tucked some strands of hair behind your ear. “Due to.. recent circumstances, I couldn’t go further, all I could do is watch you, pretty girl. But that guy over there…” he pointed at Hawks, who was all tense from the situation. “That guy made it possible. Some hero ain’t he?”

“I said enough!” Hawks shouted, shooting his sharp feathers towards Dabi, pointed right on his neck. You let out a shriek, lowering your head in fear as your whole body trembled. Though the villain didn’t move an inch, his amused expression still plastered on his face. Keigo’s facade was slowly breaking, the frustration and anxiety this whole situation brought was clear as day on his face, and Dabi was living for it. Without getting his eyes off Hawks, he grabbed your arm firmly, pulling you to his body and making you face him.

“Since you’re finally on my hands, lets give him a show, shall we? ” he whispered on your lips, before turning to Hawks again. “And you…you better not move an inch, or I will get angry”

“What the hell are you on?” Hawks said through gritted teeth. “I did what you told me to. Enough is enough, Dabi.”

“Why so serious, let’s have some fun!” the villain said gleefully. He brought you on his lap, hands sneaking around your waist as he buried his head on your neck, taking in your scent. Shivers ran through your spine, afraid of what he’d do to you if you tried to get away, having heard of his atrocities. But he was surprisingly.. gentle. His mouth claimed yours, slowly savouring every inch while you didn’t put on resistance, letting him invade your mouth with his tongue. Warm hands placed on your hips, gently squeezing and digging in your soft flesh, making you squirm. Everything that was happening made you feel dizzy, the kidnapping, the fear, the kiss that made you melt instantly. His kiss turned more fierce. Hungry. Wanting. Like a man who had been starving for life, he kissed you deeply, hands roaming over your body and bringing you even closer to him no matter how much you tried to push him away. Finally he pulled away, looking at you with his half lidded eyes, high on the feeling. You were breathless, your face flushed hot. The world had stopped for a moment, only for the silence to be broken by a third voice, reminding you both that you weren’t alone.

“I am not sitting here to look at you force another person into doing things with you like some sicko, I draw my line here.” Hawks said.

“I don’t think you got any privilege to draw any lines, after kidnapping said person” Dabi laughed before turning back at you. “Besides.. am I really forcing it? She was enjoying herself, weren’t you babe?”

You shook your head, extinguishing any fire he lit inside of you with his feverish kiss. It was wrong, he is a mass murderer, a villain who ordered your kidnapping. You were afraid of putting resistance, because you didn’t have 9 lives.

And yet you acted like you had some. Without thinking twice you took the opportunity of them chatting to actually kick Dabi in the chest as hard as you could, before standing up and running away. The villain backed off with a grunt, cursing through his teeth, before his hands lit with blue flames and chased after you, making a hit for your legs to stop you from running. He let out a maniacal laugh as he saw you falling to the ground with a scream, the back of your legs burned just enough to prevent you from moving, scorching heat torturing you slowly. Dabi stepped closer, his hand warming up once again, excited to burn you to other places, before a sharp feather slipped right in, not letting him get any closer to you.

“If you continue this any longer I won’t just sit here and watch.” Hawks yelled, his eyes burning with rage and guilt gnawing at his chest at the situation he put you in.

Dabi simply wrapped his hand around the feather, before setting it ablaze.

“I agree, you can’t just sit here and watch” he rolled his eyes, reaching to pull you forcefully by your hair. “If I was in a better mood, I’d let you join us, Hawks. But this feisty thing right here decided to be bratty, and I’ll take my sweet time to punish her properly”

You shook your head, crying in despair. “N-No please..!”

He pushed your head to the ground, with his boot. Smashing it right on the cold surface, dirtying your face with his filthy boot, your hands grabbed at his foot desperately, screaming for him to stop.

“I hope I didn’t ruin that pretty face too much, it’s the reason I wanted you after all” he talked casually, as if he wasn’t suffocating you with his boot. His hand reached the back of your thighs, trailing up to grab at the soft flesh of your ass. “..or.. one of the reasons.”

Hawks was gone, flied away, no desire to witness such scene with his own two eyes. He swore he’d save you, but what was the point of that when you’d be traumatised for life? All because of him, he could never live knowing he did that to you, he’d rather not see it either.

He couldn’t see the way Dabi handled you right there on the ground, roughly gripping at your skin as he pulled you ass up, his boot gone from your face and replaced with his hand. He tore off your clothes, the cold breeze giving you goosebumps, but nothing could soothe the nasty burns on your legs.

“That’ll teach your bratty ass to behave.” Dabi said sternly, bringing his other hand to slap your ass hard, the sting of it had you gasp for air. You cried loudly, hoping that someone could hear you and help you, but the area was empty. How could anyone help you when even the number two hero couldn’t? Flying away like a coward, leaving you in the hands of the monster.

“M’sorry.. I-I’m so sorry!” you whimpered, hoping he’d show you mercy. Little did you know that he was a sadist, seeing you crying, screaming and groveling like that heightened his arousal. Oh, he would have so much fun with you, his perfect little doll. His hungry eyes wandered behind you, focusing on the little heaven between your legs, slippery folds glistening, a meal ready to be savoured.

“Let’s check if you’re as tasty as you look” Dabi whispered, before leaning down to lick a long stripe on your pussy, his eyes rolling back as he tasted you. A sharp gasp eacaped your mouth, his warm tongue playing with your folds before focusing on your clit, licking and sucking it. Your legs trembled, toes clenched as you breathed in short gasps, fear mixed with extreme pleasure as he devoured you.

“So goood..” he growled, sending shivers down your spine. You felt an uncomfortable knot forming at your core, ready to explode at any time, but just when it was getting close, he pulled away with a loud pop, leaving you there breathless.

“Fuck..your flavour. Damn it. Barely stopped myself there.” he chuckled, licking his lips and giving your cunt a rough slap. “But you don’t deserve any pleasure tonight, little brat.”

Leaving you on edge had you whining in frustration, your body completely betraying you.

“Maybe tomorrow I’ll eat you out all damn day, until you actually fall in love with me” he whispered in your ear, keeping you bent over as he leaned to press his thick hardened cock right in your entrance. “But now, you might hate me-”

With that he pushed inside of you without a warning, stretching you out completely and taking the air out of your lungs at the burning sensation.

“…and I’m fine with that too.”

He was big, already filling you to the brim as you choked and cried at the pain, barely adjusting to his size. His hand pressed on your face on the hard concrete as he began to move, not wasting any second.

“H-Hurts.. s-stop!”

“Good. It’s meant to hurt.” he grunted, your cunt wrapping tightly around his length making his head spin. His movements were brutal, ruthless as he used you like some fleshlight, focusing on nothing but his own pleasure, no matter how much it hurt you. Your whole body hurt, half naked and bruised, your brain fogging up as the villain fucked you senseless, warm hands gripping your hips that would leave more bruises later. Completely ruined and defiled, you stopped struggling, squeezing your eyes shut and waiting for the nightmare to end, hoping he’d stop soon.

Dabi noticed your submission, though he couldn’t help but mock you.

“Mmhmm fuck- What’s wrong? Won’t call for help anymore, sunshine? Who knows, maybe some hero will show up” he laughed cruelly, giving you one deep thrust that had your body jolt. The bitter reminder that because of a hero you were in this situation, had your eyes burning with tears of rage, you could do nothing but scream.

“That’s what I’m talking about, louder.” he encouraged you, his thrusts never stopping as he chased his high. “Maybe somebody will save you- maybe Hawks, yeah? The fucker’s nearby, you want him to save you poor baby? Hah but I doubt he’ll save you when he sees you like this”

He bit his lip at your sight, looking at where the two connected, the way your pussy swallowed every inch of his cock so deliciously, as if it was made for him. “M’sure he’d join the fun instead, though I ain’t the type to share.”

His words made you feel sick and nauseous, if he didn’t stop right there you’d soon throw up. His movements got sloppier, breathing heavier as he clung to your body, rutting into you.

“F-Fuck.. take it.. take it all you slut.” he moaned, white ropes of cum filling you to the brim, some of it leaking down your thighs. It felt disgusting, and as much as you thought of it, you’d have rather died instead.

The villain pulled out with a hiss, looking at the mess he made, the sight of his cum leaking out of your abused hole had him hard as a rock again. He’d surely go for another round, but he’d rather find a more comfortable place instead. He lifted your limp body, holding you in his arms. Your face was a mess, smeared with dirt and dried tears, ruined, and yet you had never looked more beautiful. Dabi admired you in silence as you closed your eyes, passing out instantly in his arms. He couldn’t ignore the excitement in his chest as he was about to introduce you to your new life soon, with him.

*

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“Fuck” Hawks cursed under his breath, keeping his distance and hiding in one of the abandoned warehouses. He saw Dabi walking off, satisfied, with the poor girl in his arms. His stomach twisted in disgust, Hawks had no idea how he didn’t actually fly away and ended up witnessing the whole thing. Nor did he notice the bulge that had already formed in his pants at the scene.

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A Mutual Hatred

Dark!Gojo Satoru x reader

finally kicking out the fic that’s been a draft for three years:) ahaha…aha…ha if its obvious this was written for another character…no it wasn’t

(Warnings: implied non-con, implied drugging, college!AU, dark content)

Gojo Satoru did not like you. 

He didn’t make it obvious. But, you could see the way he slowly inched away from you. And the fake fake smile he stretched on his lips anytime he was forced to talk to you. 

It was a little offensive. You never obsessed about people liking you, but the fact that someone super popular would rather not exist when you were around…well, it stung. 

It could’ve been worse. At least he didn’t openly admit his hatred of you. It was just the tiny, little things he did that made you know there were boundaries. 

But you weren’t Gojo’s friend, you were Geto’s friend. Which meant, as much as you’d rather not to go the party celebrating their latest win, you were still dragged anyway. 

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tainted angel 🪽 MASTERLIST

ෆ pairing: Dabi x Hawks’ little sister

ෆ Synopsis: While stalking Hawks and trying to find out more information about him, Dabi comes across his little sister, a sweet angelic thing that welcomes him inside her house with a bright smile on her face. Dabi can’t help but get obsessed over her, the sudden urge to make her his takes over him entirely, maybe to have Hawks under his control while he enjoys his little sister, or maybe he really does like her. Nevertheless, she does not know the danger she just involved herself in, nor does she know that her brother’s handsome “friend” is in fact a dangerous villain who has sick twisted intentions.

ෆ cw‼️: smut, yandere themes, corruption kink, dubcon/noncon, mixed feelings, Dabi being a flirt and a pervert, stalking,

ෆ A/N please read before going further: This multichapter fic is written in Dabi’s POV mostly, it’s written in first person. You will come across Dabi’s thoughts and feelings, how he perceives things. He calls Keigo’s sister “angel” instead of the famous Y/N label, so I’ll be calling her angel too. Sometimes I include angel’s POV too (which you can totally insert yourself and imagine being her. As I write this fic I also imagine myself being the sister as well). Due to her being Keigo’s sister she might have specific descriptions such as hair color, eye color, skin, wings etc.

CHAPTER 1

During a boring rainy day of wandering around, Dabi gets a call from the men he hired to get more information on Hawks. They had found his old house, where supposedly his mother lived. Dabi decides to pay her a little visit, not knowing the surprise that was waiting for him: the little angel Hawks used to keep hidden from the public.

CHAPTER 2

Hawks threatens Dabi to not get close to his family, specifically his sister. But Dabi definitely has other plans the moment he got her number, deciding to call her late at night.

CHAPTER 3

Angel continues to secretly interact with Dabi despite Hawks warning her not to. She is entirely captivated by his charm and mysteriousness. Dabi decides to pay her a little visit and leave a small gift.

CHAPTER 4

She finally agrees to meet Dabi behind an alleyway, late at night. They both head to an empty park, where Dabi decides to make a move and savour her. From that moment things get heated up.

CHAPTER 5

Hawks is worried that his sister was out so late at night. He starts doubting her words, wondering if she is even telling the truth. He is not pleased with what he sees once she comes back.

CHAPTER 6

As Dabi refuses to elaborate on who he is and what bad things he has done, angel starts getting more paranoid. Especially knowing that he might’ve possibly entered her house at night or stalked her. As much as she enjoyed his company, she doesn’t feel safe, so she decides to listen to her brother’s warnings and stop talking to Dabi. Though Dabi is anything but pleased with her decision.

CHAPTER 7

She has been keeping watch for a few nights by now, anxiously waiting just in case Dabi decided to appear again, living in constant fear. Strange dreams appear in her sleep, of him being so close to her, touching her body in ways she begs for more. But is this really just a dream?

CHAPTER 8

“You like the danger don’t cha?” Dabi smirks. “You like some thrill in your boring peaceful life, something troublesome that has your blood boiling and adrenaline rushing.. isn’t that right doll? You like to play with fire, mess with the unknown, scared that you’ll burn and yet needing more. Confusing isn’t it?”

CHAPTER 9

Time for a real date. Giving Dabi another chance, she again lets herself swim in dangerous waters, though this time she won’t come back unscathed

CHAPTER 10

Giving in to the temptation and burning desire that could no longer be contained, she finally lets her body and soul into Dabi’s hands.

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Spades

Dabi x reader Part Two of Russian Roulette 6.6k words Noncon, Stalking, Kidnapping, praise kink, fear kink, possessive Dabi

Dabi can't seem to forget about you, and he doesn't understand why. The very thought of you angers and confuses him, though soon his irritation with you morphs into something more dangerous. You have no idea how much further your life is about to become entangled with his own.

Dabi doesn’t know why he comes back after the last time, or why he continues to watch you. In his mind, he already got what he wanted. Your fear, your submission, was laid out so deliciously in front of him for the taking. 

He should have felt satisfied. He did at first, he supposes. And yet, he finds himself coming back, continuing to watch you. The thoughts of you still dominate his thoughts, consuming him, and distracting him from his goals. 

Soon enough he climbs in through your window yet again, while you're at work. You didn’t go to the police or the heroes after he broke in last time, probably out of fear he muses, but you were at least smart enough to place new locks throughout the place. That of course didn’t work, the lock on the window melting easily under the heat of Dabi’s hand. Whether or not you notice this, he doesn’t care. What would you even do to stop him?

He snoops around through your home as much as he pleases, again not caring in the slightest if you notice anything out of place. He’s curious as to what he can find out about you, though to what end he doesn’t quite understand. 

Eventually, he finds himself sitting on the edge of your bed, the wooden frame creaking under him, the only sound resonating in the room. He looks around at the four walls of your bedroom, taking mental notes of your decorating choices, and your sparse furniture.

He still doesn’t know what to make of you, to his growing frustration.

Leaning back against the soft covers and pillows, he sighs, almost agitatedly. He brings a hand up to the pillow near his head, thumbing the soft, silky flange edge of it. Bringing the pillow to his face, he inhales deeply, taking in your scent. The smell brings back the memory of how soft your skin felt against his, the delightful and fearful noises you made underneath him. His cock twitches in his pants at the mental image, getting hard as he reminisces.  

He debates doing something about the growing tightness in his pants before simply saying, ”Fuck it.” As he deftly undoes his pants and palms his erection. The thought of how you would react to him touching himself in your bed, to the depravity of the act he’s committing while you’re not home, is what really gets him going. 

The thought of you possibly walking in, seeing the villain in your room, and the fear that would be in your eyes, has him groaning as a thick bead of precum runs down the head of his cock. He thumbs the bead, running his hand over the slit as he hisses in pleasure, his mind racing. 

He continues to thrust up into his hand fervently at the thought of you, how warm you felt around him, how addicting your fear and submission were. He thinks about taking you again, what he’d do next time. The ideas run through his head as he gets closer and closer to the edge. 

Dabi thinks of your soft body and your pupils blown wide with a mix of fear and pleasure, as he closes his eyes and pretends it's you he’s thrusting up into right now, imagining how you would clench around his cock. The sounds of your moans replay over and over in his mind. He imagines you begging for him, begging for him to fuck you, for him to not fuck you. 

Within minutes, he’s spilling all over his hand as he reaches his climax. 

He tucks himself messily back inside his pants, still not feeling satisfied. If anything, he’s feeling even more frustrated, even more angry. He can’t afford to have distractions like this, and he doesn’t like having some insignificant person consume his mind like this. He’s already gotten what he wanted from you, so why is he here? 

Shigaraki and the rest of the League have started to take notice of the fact that his mind has been elsewhere as of late, and they’ve noticed his increasing absences as well, though they couldn’t have any ideas as to why. If only they knew.

He realizes he’s still gripping your pillow with one hand as he grits his teeth in frustration. He heats his hand, scorching and burning the fabric edge of the pillow, the smell of burnt cotton wafting through the air. Let you see this, see the evidence of his presence in your home. He hopes you notice, hoping it ignites more fear in you. It’s what you deserve for the increasingly suffocating hold you have over his mind.

Standing up lazily, he redoes his belt. He should be getting back soon, additionally, you’ll be home soon. As much as he would love to take his frustrations out on you right now, he needs to come up with some sort of plan. Something to quell his burning thoughts. Ideas swim around in his head as thinks of what to do next. 

Someone has been in your home. You know Dabi has been watching you still, and the melted lock and scorched pillow make it apparent that he’s been inside as well. Your stomach turns and you shudder as you examine the burnt fabric. He was on your bed if the ruffled and messy duvet cover was any indication. 

Fear rolls over you, making your vision blur and your body tremble as you stand there at the edge of your bed, holding the pillow. You don’t know why you didn’t go to the authorities after he broke in that first time, maybe from fear of retribution or maybe a naively placed hope he would leave you be. You now realize that optimism was false, as your breathing starts to quicken. 

You don’t understand what he wants with you, why does he continue to haunt every corner of your life? He’s in every shadow caught out of the corner of your eye, in every slightly out-of-place object around your home, every unknown number that calls. All innocuous things before, now fill you with anxiety and doubt. 

What does he plan to do to you, it’s obvious he hasn’t forgotten about you, nor is he seemingly keen on leaving you alone. 

You don’t think he’s going to kill you, considering how he didn’t when he had the chance. But then again, maybe he’s toying with you, drawing out as much fear as he can before finishing you off. You don’t know what to expect and it makes your head spin. 

Supposing you can’t do anything to stop him, you drop the pillow back to the bed, sighing tiredly. You could go to the police, you think to yourself. Maybe that’s what you should do, what any sane person would do in this situation. Maybe the heroes could help. You stop that train of thought quickly though, no he would know if you did something like that, and it would surely only serve to further piss him off.

You have no other option than to continue living your life as if you don’t have a villain shadowing your every move. It's a terrifying and oppressive weight on your shoulders. 

Still, yet, you can’t help how your pulse quickens and your thighs press together when you remember that night he woke you. The memory of how he fucked you well and good into your sofa can’t seem to leave your mind. On more than one occasion since then, you’ve found yourself waking up in a sweat, wetness forming between your legs from the dreams replaying the event. When you wake like this you can’t help but wonder if he’s watching you at that moment, if he’s somewhere in your home. You’re often tempted to reach down between your legs and relieve the tension but the idea of his piercing eyes on you stops you from doing so.

It frustrates you to no end, how he invades your mind, his ominous presence constantly weighing on you, even when he couldn’t possibly be watching you. 

In the weeks following, you’ve done your own research into Dabi, reading every news article and watching every news story about the infamous villain. You know he’s possibly tied to a string of murders throughout the area, crime scenes reduced to ash, bodies so badly burnt that dental records are needed to identify the victims. You find yourself reduced to nausea at these stories. 

Your own immunity to fire doesn’t give you any feelings of ease or safety, if anything it makes you feel as if you have a prominent target on your back now. After all, that’s why he first sought you out right? Because you didn’t burn to death when you first encountered him. You shudder remembering the fury he showed as his face twisted into a snarl at that moment when he couldn’t reduce you to cinders like he so obviously wanted to. His anger felt all-consuming, you’ve never seen anything like it before then. You don’t think simply standing up to him at that moment was the crux of his anger, no, while it did certainly anger him, he was pissed because of your quirk. Your very existence was an act of defiance to him. At least that was your latest hypothesis for why he continues to stalk you. 

You don’t even bother to change the smelted lock on the window, if he wants in he’ll just break it again, and then you’ll have evidence of another intrusion, and you don’t think your psyche can handle it. 

Instead, you continue to go about your life as if you’re ignorant to his presence. You keep your head low and act as if nothing is wrong, not doing anything to draw more attention to yourself, and hopefully, nothing to worsen the situation. You continue to catch small signs of his presence, you know he hasn’t left you alone or forgotten about you. 

He hasn’t gone out of his way to approach you again, though, and after a few weeks, you start to wonder if you’re being paranoid. Maybe he has finally left you alone and everything that you think is evidence of his presence is your own fear and anxiety messing with your head. 

No, you remind yourself, he was definitely in your home, that melted lock and burnt pillow were more than enough evidence of that. 

You find yourself going back and forth on this, whether or not he’s really still watching you or whether you're going crazy. Part of you hopes it’s just your anxiety and fear, but another part of you doesn’t like the idea of all this just being in your head. Until one day, you have the undeniable proof he’s still present. 

You’re at work when he makes contact again. You work at some small grocery store in a less favorable part of town. The story is small and kind of shabby, and the produce is overpriced for how subpar quality it is. Not to mention, you think you’ve seen mice in the back before, not that the manager seems to care. You don’t particularly like this job but it pays the bills at the very least.

A new order comes in that day, and you soon find yourself behind the store, hauling crates from the truck with one of the few other employees scheduled that day. He’s a new hire, only having started here a few weeks ago. He’s been nice enough, if not...too nice at times. His overt friendly attitude has veered toward flirtatiousness recently, and you don’t know how to feel about it. Maybe if you didn’t have so much on your mind as of late, you would enjoy the positive attention. 

He’s hardworking at least, and he doesn’t cross the line into making you feel uncomfortable. You do think that regardless, he’d make a good friend. 

You attempt to pick up a particularly heavy crate of produce, straining to lift it. 

“Hey, lemme get that, I got it.” Your coworker says, taking the load from you. His hands linger on yours as he grabs it. “Don’t strain yourself.” He says with a wink.

You can’t help but huff a laugh as you thank him. He carries the crate into the back portion of the store, leaving you alone in the alleyway. You go to grab the next box that needs to be taken inside, hoping this one will be easier to carry. Before you can though, your phone vibrates in your pocket. 

Pulling it out to see what it is, your face pales and you almost drop your phone entirely when you see the message across your screen.

[Unknown number]

I don’t like the way he looks at you. Don’t let him touch you again.

There’s no doubt in your mind at all who this is from. Is he watching you right now? Your eyes dart around the area looking for any heavily scarred arsonists who could be looking at you. These alleys seem empty, with not a soul in sight. He must be watching you though, what else could he be referring to? Your heart thumps in your chest so hard you can feel it in your ears. 

Before you can spiral into a panic, your coworker comes back out, ready to grab some more loads. He seems to notice your frightened expression soon enough. 

“Hey is everything alright? You look like you just saw a ghost.” His eyes seemed filled with genuine concern.

You stammer, looking for the right words, you know you can't explain your situation, so instead you’ll have to come up with some excuse. He places a firm hand on your shoulder in a comforting gesture, as he asks again if you’re okay.

Aware of the fact that Dabi must be watching right now, his message still replaying in your mind, you remove his hand with your own and attempt to play it off. 

“Oh yeah I’m fine, a rat ran out over my feet as I lifted a box, gave me a real scare.” You say with a humorless chuckle. You don’t know how convincing it may seem but it's all you can come up with right now. 

Luckily, he seems to buy it. “Oh ew, yeah they seem to be frequent flyers whenever we get new orders, huh? The owner doesn’t care about the quality of the places he’s ordering from.” 

He picks up the box in front of you and speaks again, “I can get these last few boxes if you wanna go inside, it’s a slow day and you could use the break.” 

Still shaken up, you agree. As you head inside, your phone buzzes yet again. You check it again with a trembling hand, already knowing who it probably is. 

[Unknown number]

I’ll kill him if he puts his hand on you like that again. I don’t share what’s mine, doll.

If there was any doubt before as to who was texting you, it’s gone now. This is Dabi, without question. The idea that he knows where you work, that he somehow got your number, makes you shiver in fear. He really hadn’t left you alone at all. Your breath quickens as it feels like you can’t get enough oxygen, your throat constricting. 

Your heart beats heavily in your chest, what does he want with you? It was bad enough before, but now he seems to have some notion that he has a claim on you. That no one else could touch you, or make a move on you. This instills both a sense of fear and anger in you. 

In a sudden moment of audacious boldness, you pull up the keyboard on your phone and type back a short message. 

I’m not yours. You don’t own me.

You immediately regret it the moment after you hit ‘send’. You can’t take it back now, and you might only piss him off with your words. You shouldn’t even be engaging with him, he’s one of the most wanted terrorists in Japan, for god's sake. 

Within seconds, your phone vibrates again as he responds to you.

Oh really? We’ll see about that

Dread twists in your gut and your hairs stand on end as you read his reply. What does he mean by that? What is he planning? He’s obviously going to do something if his text is any indication. You regret replying to him at all, you fear you’ve only made things worse by doing so. If there’s one thing you’ve realized about Dabi, it’s that he doesn’t like resistance or anything challenging him.

You choose not to reply again, instead putting away your phone, and distracting your racing mind with work. You feel helpless to do anything to change your current predicament, all you can do is try not to focus on it, otherwise, you might start panicking. You silently pray that everything will turn out okay.

Dabi has been watching you still yet, even at times watching you at work when he could. His obsessive thoughts about you haven’t gone anywhere, you still consume his mind entirely. He doesn’t know why and he doesn’t quite know what he wants to do with you yet. You still frustrate him ceaselessly. He started to think maybe he hated you, for how you’re ever present in his thoughts, but then he saw how your irritating coworker looked at you, how he seemed to take every opportunity he could to touch you. He felt an entirely new form of anger rising in him. 

Whether he continues to toy with you, whether he fucks you again, or whether he decides to kill you, you're his and his alone. He doesn’t know when he started to mentally think of you as ‘his’ but he has and he’ll be damned if someone else will touch what’s rightfully his. The urge to kill the coworker is overwhelmingly strong at the present moment. 

He takes out his current burner phone and sends you a cryptic message as he watches you from the shadows of the twisting alleyways. You’ll probably be wondering how he got your number, once you realize who sent the message. It was all too easy to sneak go through your phone while you slept just a few feet away, as he committed all your most personal information to memory. Your peacefully sleeping face looked so cute and innocent to his presence. 

Judging by the spooked look on your face, you immediately know it was him who sent the text. You look around the alley, searching for any sign of your stalker. You won’t spot him of course, Dabi has had years to learn how to blend into the shadows, the hidden nooks and crannies of winding alleys and dilapidated buildings. 

That annoying pest of a man comes out again, even puts his hand on your shoulder, and Dabi sees red. It takes everything in him to not burn him alive right then. He knows that he needs to act patiently. It won’t do him well to rush things, and he thinks killing someone in front of you might give you the final push to run straight to the authorities, and that would only complicate things further with you. He can kill that annoying man later he supposes. 

He is pleased with how quickly you remove his hand from your shoulder, though. Good, he likes when you do what you’re told. You’re a lot more endearing when you listen without contesting him. 

He sends you another text after he sees you walking inside, wishing he could watch your face as you read it. He still finds your fear absolutely delightful. He’s spent many nights at this point rutting into his hand as he closes his eyes and imagines your frightful expressions. He’s surprised though when his phone chimes as you reply to him, not expecting you to reply at all. 

I’m not yours. You don’t own me.

A scowl forms on his face as a displeased expression forms. He furrows his eyebrows as he considers your words. Of course you’re his, even if you don’t want to be. You were his from the moment you failed to die by his quirk, even if he didn’t think of you as his at the time. Your text irritates him yet again, you have the nerve to preoccupy his thoughts constantly and then to try and deny him. Oh no, that simply won’t do. He’ll show you who you belong to, and he’ll make it really clear so there won’t be any more mistakes or misunderstandings about the matter.  

His hands shake in aggravation as he sends you another response, before pocketing his phone. He lits a cigarette as he walks away, hoping to calm his irate mood. Plans are already starting to come together in his head. 

The rest of your day passes in a haze, as you try to distract yourself from the overwhelming anxiety and fear that’s plaguing your mind. Work is monotonous enough to serve to keep your thoughts preoccupied. You don’t want to focus on any of the things going on in your life right now. You feel as if you’ll break down if you let your fear take hold at this moment.

After work, once you get home, you find something to do around the house, completing every and any chore you can think of, anything to keep you busy. This keeps you distracted well into the evening. 

 Sleep overcomes you easily that night, you’re exhausted and desperate to turn your brain off. 

Your sleep is dreamless and uneventful until you slowly start to come to the sensation of something hot and wet moving between your legs. Consciousness comes to you slowly as you lift your heavy eyelids, and you start to realize you’re not dreaming as you feel hair brushing up against your inner thighs. Your blurry eyes try to focus in the darkened room as you make out the figure in front of you. The first thing you see is a head full of soft black hair as you feel another long wet drag against your cunt. 

You let out a sharp gasp as your hips jolt. Strong hands go to grip you, holding you in place, as Dabi lifts his head to meet your gaze, his eyes piercing straight through you from where he sits between your legs. 

“So you’re awake now? Took you long enough, baby.” He speaks in that same rough voice you remember and he then flattens his tongue against you, taking another long, firm drag. You bite back a noise as you begin to squirm. His hands grip you tighter, keeping you firmly on his face. You can see now that he took your shorts off while you slept, your underwear hooked around one ankle now. He appears to have also taken his own jacket off. 

“W-why?” You’re not sure what question you’re even asking, but in your still hazy state, it's all you seem to be able to manage. 

He lifts his head again, his eyes filled with lust at the moment, and something devious as well. 

“You said weren’t mine, that you don’t belong to me. I’m here to prove you wrong.” He nips at the delicate skin of your inner thigh as he speaks, pulling another noise past your lips. You try to push away from him, but he quickly pins your hips down as he gives you a dangerous look. 

“I won’t hesitate to chain you to this bed if you don’t behave. Do you want that?” He asks darkly, and you fervently shake your head. “Good, I thought so.” 

He moves his mouth back down, working his tongue over your clit as you slowly lose your mind. You can’t help the noises you make as your legs start to tremble in his grasp. He seems to know exactly how to move his tongue against you, the wet squelching of his mouth against you as he eats you out, and your quiet moans are the only noises in the room. 

The pleasure starts to grow, and as you feel the heat building up in your gut, you can’t but grind your hips against him. Your fingers twitch as you look for something to grasp onto and you can’t seem to stop yourself before gripping his hair. Luckily he doesn’t seem to mind, groaning low against your clit as you pull on his hair. His dark hair is surprisingly soft in your hands and every time you yank it, he lets out another low noise. 

Sparks of white start to flash behind your eyelids, as you near your climax. You’re fully grinding against him now, riding his face in earnest as your noises become more desperate. You’re so close and he seems to know it. 

He continues his ministrations for a moment longer, bringing you to the very edge, but before you can come, he pulls away abruptly. 

You feel as if you could cry, your frustrations are obvious, and your cunt aches from the sudden lack of attention. 

“Please, please, I was so close!” You find yourself begging despite your own sense of pride. Your voice is shaky as you whine. You don’t want this, not really, but his mouth felt so good against you. You feel conflicted and torn.

Dabi presses his lips to your inner leg again. “Mhm, as much as I love the sound of you begging like that, I don’t think I’m gonna let you come yet.” He pulls back, smirking at how your lip trembles and the desperation in your eyes.

“That was just to warm you up some, I want you to do something for me first, baby.” 

You look up at him apprehensively as you sniffle. ”...What?” You’re nervous as to what he wants or what he plans to do. If he simply wanted to fuck you, he would. After the thing with the gun last time, you can only imagine what else he would do. 

He grips your waist, pulling you up into a sitting position wordlessly as he sits back on his haunches. Even sitting up, you still have to look up to meet his eyes, his presence still intimidating and frightening as ever. He seems to have a constant dark aura about him.

He looks at you for a moment, leaning back more as he speaks.

“Take off my belt.” It’s a simple yet commanding sentence, his voice husky and low, his tone very obviously leaving no room for debate. It’s not a request, it’s an order.

Not wanting to see what he’ll do if you refuse, you reach for his belt with shaking hands, undoing it quickly as he watches you from above with that intense gaze of his. 

Soon enough, you’re sliding the belt off of him, letting it drop to the bed. Before you can look to him to see what wants you to do now, he speaks.

“Undo my pants next.” You meet his eyes, which are now heavily lidded with desire. You think you know where this is going if your intuition is correct. As you unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down, you can see that he’s straining against his boxers, a spot already forming from precum. 

One of his strong hands goes to grip your hair, as the other reaches to pull his cock free. He’s large and girthy, and the same piercings you remember from last time gleam in the low lighting. 

He pulls you down close to his crotch, forcing you to arch your back for him. A thumb comes to pull at your bottom lip, going to swipe across the tip of your tongue. 

"You ready to open that pretty mouth for me, baby?" He speaks in a low almost murmur as he hooks a finger in your mouth. “I said before that you were a natural cockwhore, I wanna test that out now.” 

His hand pulls you closer to him, the hand on your jaw letting go to hold his cock, the hand in your hair staying firmly put. He brings the tip of it up to your lips. You want to refuse on principle but he’s obviously not going to take no for an answer. He smears precum across your lips, before firmly tapping your cheek.

 “And don’t even think about biting, I’ll snap your pretty little neck so fast.” He looks at you with an intensity that has your breath nearly catching in your throat, and his eyes bore down into yours. You frown slightly, you weren’t that stupid to piss off the murderer situated above you. 

“I wasn’t going to,” You speak in a quiet but firm voice, your own boldness surprising you as you continue, “I was actually thinking what kind of freak gets his dick pierced.” 

Dabi barks out a sudden and rough laugh at your words. “Yeah I’m a sick freak, but you already knew that about me, doll.” The hand in your hair tightens considerably as he presses the head of his cock to your lips again, his voice dropping into something dangerous. “Now suck.” 

You decide against making any other smart remarks, instead opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out experimentally, giving the tip a small lick. 

“Just like that, baby.” He says in a throaty voice as he pushes the head of his cock past your lips, forcing you to open wider. His precum is salty on your tongue, and you wrap your lips around him tight. Your hands go to the tops of his thighs to steady yourself, as you take another inch of his length into your mouth. Both his hands tangle into your hair as he uses his hold on you to thrust into you slowly, letting you get accustomed to his size. 

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good.” He groans above you, and his praise has your stomach fluttering. You start to work your tongue on the underside of his shaft, the metal piercings giving it such an unusual feeling, and you begin to suck in earnest as he throws his head back. “Oh, you’re so fucking good, so good for me.” 

He starts to thrust into your mouth more roughly, the tip of his cock poking the back of your throat as you try not to gag. 

“Shhh, shhh, just breath, relax your throat.” One of his hands goes to massage the side of your jaw as he coaxes you into taking more, forcing his full length down your throat. You can’t breathe, but before you can truly panic he pulls back momentarily, giving you a second to inhale through your nose.

Then, he thrusts back in pulling your face flush with his groin, your nose burying in his curly pubes, which you now notice are white, unlike the dark hair on his head. He holds you there for a few moments before the lack of oxygen starts to make your vision blur. 

He continues to fuck your throat like this, forcing you to relax and take it as he moans lowly. You can tell he’s starting to get close as he picks up the pace, fucking your face faster and letting out a litany of swears jumbled with more praise. 

The hands on your face start to heat up against your skin and you can see as small sparks of blue flames start to dance up his wrists, the smell of smoke increasing. The small flames start to encompass your head as he holds you tightly, but they do nothing but roll across your skin harmlessly. 

You hollow your cheeks as best you can, swallowing around his cock as he exclaims, “Fuck, fuck I’m coming!” As he pushes his cock into your throat as far as it’ll go, forcing you to swallow every bit. He holds you in place for several moments as you take every salty pump, as your eyes start to water. 

After he’s spent, he pulls out with a pop, drool is now running down your chin, your throat sore and battered. 

He tilts your chin up, meeting your tear-filled eyes. His expression is still filled with desire, his eyes looking hazy from his orgasm. “Oh, you did so good baby, look at you, swallowed every single drop.” His thumb runs across your bottom lip and you see his cock twitch in interest again. Of course he wouldn’t be done with you yet. 

Dabi pulls you up from where had you bent down, pulling you closer to him. You begin to struggle against him yet again, and he’s quick to pull your hair, hard. 

“I told ya I would chain you to this bed if you didn’t behave, do I need to pull out the cuffs?” You’re not surprised he brought handcuffs, not in the least bit, but you don’t want him using them on you, so you quickly quit struggling at the threat. 

Dabi would like very much actually to use the cuffs, but he likes when you’re being obedient for him. He’ll have plenty of time to use them later anyways. Just the mental image of you tied up under him is enough to start getting him hard again. 

“Let's take this shirt off, baby.” He says in that gravelly voice as he pulls the fabric up over your head, leaving you exposed. Your hands immediately go to cover your chest but he quickly grips your wrists, using his hold on you to press you down into the mattress. He leans into your prone body, his teeth nipping at the skin right below your ear. 

“Besides, you didn’t get to come earlier, it’s your turn now.” One of his hands goes to grip your hips, the other going to his cock as he presses it against your clit, rubbing it up and down your slick folds, the metallic piercings along the shaft rubbing against you pleasurably. 

He continues this motion until you start letting out small moans, even as you try to hide your noises. After a minute of this, he guides the engorged head of his cock to your hole, nearly pressing in. He lavishes your neck with bites, sucking bruises into the skin, as he slowly presses forward into you. You clench around him and he groans.

“Relax, baby, relax. ‘S not gonna hurt, I’ll make you feel good.” He thrusts forward another inch, and as he slowly begins to fuck the small passage your body has granted him, you whimper out. 

He slowly begins to fuck you open, with each forward movement of his hips he pushes in another inch, until he has almost his entire cock moving in and out at a languid pace. Already having come earlier, he seems content to take his time with you, humping into you lazily. He keeps his body pressed close to yours and the hand that isn’t gripping your hip comes to wrap around your head, keeping you tightly pressed to him. 

You let out gasping moans as those piercings rub against your innermost wall. “Dabi..”

“Fuck, keep saying my name just like that.” His cock thumps against your womb now as he moves his hips more deeply. “You’re mine, doll, you’re all mine. You belong to me.” He says it like a chant, a prayer. Words continue to fall from his lips like flames as he grinds his hips into you.

“N-no, no.” You don’t like this claim of ownership over you, you don’t want him to see you as someone to possess, but you struggle to get the words out between your breathless moans and whimpers. He chuckles quietly at your protests, as he presses his mouth to your jawline, panting into your ear as he speaks again.

“No? You really don’t understand, huh?” His hips are slapping against yours now, the bed creaking under you two with every movement. You’re pressed chest to chest as he looks into your eyes, his gaze filled with something terrifying and wild. Whatever obsession he had with initially, it’s warped into something dangerous. “You were made to be mine, feel how perfectly my cock fits inside you?” He punctuations his sentence with a rough thrust, causing you to let out a high-pitched keening noise. “Even your quirk is another sign you were made for me. You belong to me.” 

The strong arms around you heat up as he fucks you into the mattress, the headboard knocking against the wall. He pushes in closer to you, pulling you into a deep, messy kiss. His teeth clank against yours and he bites your lips, nearly hard enough to draw blood. It’s a rough and possessive kiss, and he doesn’t let up until your head starts to spin, seeming to want to steal the very air from your lungs. He’ll take everything you have and more, because he truly believes you made give him everything, even your own self.

 He makes a circular motion with his hips, the tip of his cock rolling over your cervix. “Only I can fuck you like this, only I can make you feel this good. You know you like this.” 

A particular thrust has you crying out as you shake under him, and he makes it his mission to hit that exact same spot with every movement. “You feel so good when you clench on my cock like that. Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer, baby.” 

Electricity races up your spine with every roll of his hips, and you can’t help but cling to him. He reaches down between the two of you and begins to rub at the spot that’ll push you over the edge. “Come on my cock, baby, come for me.” He all but growls in your ear. Within moments you found yourself orgasming hard, as he continues to fuck you through it. He curses as you clench around him and with several battering thrusts, he pushes in as deep as he can, pumping you full of his cum. “Fucking take it, take my cum. That’s it, baby.” His cock twitches inside you as he releases, collapsing on top of you. 

He continues to lie on top of you for a few moments, his arms holding you tight as his softening cock slips out. After a minute he pulls himself up, looking down at your sweaty and exhausted body, your tired expression. “Wait here.” He says simply, getting up and redoing his pants. He exits your bedroom, feet padding on down the hall as he disappears. 

He returns a few minutes later, with a warm rag, and a glass of water. He cleans you up wordlessly before making you sit up despite how sore your body is, and hands you the glass, along with some pills.

You eye the capsules suspiciously, as you turn to him and frown. “What’s this?”  

He rolls his eyes at your apprehensiveness. ”It’s not poison, it’s so ya don’t get pregnant. I’ve snooped enough to know you’re not on any birth control.” 

Still frowning, you hesitate. He didn’t seem to care last time whether or not he got you knocked up. He seems to sense your wariness and grows impatient. 

 “Just take the damn pills already, if I wanted to kill you I could do a lot better than some fake medicine.” You suppose that’s true. Not wanting to anger him, you swallow the pills, downing the water afterward. He watches you closely as you do so, making sure you actually swallow them. 

“Good, now get some rest.” You feel yourself getting a lot sleepier than you initially felt, your eyes growing heavy. Within minutes you’re out. 

Dabi redresses you nimbly, making sure you’re truly knocked out before lifting you up into his arms. What a sweet thing, you were still so naive and trusting. He starts to carry you towards the door. You were his and you weren’t ever getting away from him. 

A/N: Sooo part three mayhaps? Thanks for reading!

Bully

Bully!Dabi x F!Reader Series

Warnings: +18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! This series contains: HEAVY Noncon, smut, bullying, manhandling, penetration, binding, threatening, creampie, breeding kink degradation, humiliation, abuse, violence, anxiety, spoilers, trauma, bruises, choking, spit play, cussing, dirty talk, oral sex (m.receiving) cum swallowing, semi public, noncon selfie, mention of alcohol, manipulation

Summary: After joining the League of Villains, you started facing bullying from a certain arsonist. Little by little the harassment grew to the point of physical violence that culminated to you being his personal fucktoy.

A.N.: If there’s any warnings missing, please let me know! 

Disclaimer: Characters mentioned belong to Kohei Horikoshi

Part 1.

Part 2.

Part 3.

Part 4. 

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9 

little bit of poison in me

characters: dabi | todoroki touya, takami keigo | hawks

genre: smut and angst

notes: okay FINALLY!! very loosely inspired by tag you’re it by melanie martinez!! uhh dabi’s a drug dealer, keigo’s in his third year of university and a track star, reader’s in her first year of university. please, please pay attention to the warnings below! if keigo’s your comfort character and you cannot handle him being physically abusive and a drug addict, then you might wanna sit this one out! promise he’ll be painted in a more sympathetic light in part two. | aaah dedicating this to @rat-suki​, because ur the only one who’s actually known the details of this fic since november, and because i put a lil something inspired by new moon in there for u ehehe <333 | title credit: tag you’re it by melanie martinez

warnings: 18+, noncon/dubcon, physical abuse, drug use & abuse + graphic depictions of addiction, mindbreak, overstimulation, manipulation, lowkey yandere vibes (which will get worse), daddy kink, a brother a lil too obsessed with his sister + questionably close sibling relationship, generally toxic relationships (possessiveness, jealousy), rough sex, semi-public sex, cumplay/cum feeding, minimal prep, degradation/dumbification, choking, kinda brat taming???

words: 14.8k

synopsis: 

“Do you wanna come home with Daddy, princess?”

He’s caging you between his body and the murky convenience store window as he asks, both palms pressed flat against the grimy glass.

No. You shouldn’t. You know you shouldn’t, can almost hear your brother’s voice in the back of your mind telling you not to. But you’re too enticed in sapphire to care, drawn into pretty, almost glittering blue fire, letting the flames lick your skin as you immerse yourself in it, deeper and deeper and deeper, and allowing it to wrap itself around you, to consume you, to knock the very breath out of you as you gaze into it.

“Okay,”

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