diaco1968

[diaco1968]

Bully!Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings! 18+, mdni, Bullying (only in the beginning tho), broken nose(no major character), smut, unprotected, choking, riding... the usual.

.also, everyone aged up and past college

"Whatcha hiding there pipsqueak?"

You immediately tried to get down to collect your scattered papers but he grabbed your shoulder and shoved you back up, your breath hitched as your back hit the lockers, the rattling attracting the nearby people's attention as they stared at you and started whispering amongst themselves.

"...nothing..."

You watched in dismay as he leaned down and grabbed the neat looking envelope and turned it to see the dried up flower taped expertly to its front, his nose scrunching up in disgust.

"What fuckery is this? Are you in a high school drama show?"

His eyes snapped on you with a glare before amusing himself further with the letter he pulled out of the envelope.

"He asked you out in a letter and still lacked the balls to sign it with his name, huh? Who is the loser? It's probably a prank."

You pursed your lips and he glanced at the letter again before pressing on.

"Or maybe he was forced in a dare."

"No he wasn't, give it back." You reached out to grab the envelope but he pulled it away holding it out of your reach.

"So you know him already. Been screwing around before, huh? Not as innocent as you look, are you?"

"It's none of your business."

"It's my business when I say it's my business." He dangled the letter above you but you narrowed your eyes and didn't bother play his game.

"So. If not for a dare then why the fuck is he asking you out?"

You frowned pressing your nails harder against your palm in a tight fist before pushing yourself off the lockers deciding it's not worth fighting over and with a huff turned around to leave but before you could take a step his hand slammed onto the locker next to your head, crumbling the letter in between his hand and the locker, his arm blocking your path and caging you in. You gasped and He leaned in to whisper in your ear, hot breath fanning the side of your neck. You could smell his signature caramel scent and you would have liked it if it wasn't for the current situation. He had never ever actually hurt you physically but he was still scary, and if he was capable of hurting you, you didn't want to find out. You gulped.

"This time I will let it slide. But you will not turn your back on me again. Got it?"

You very subtly nodded and he pulled away from you, the letter falling to the floor as he turned and walked away.

*******

As you made your way through the crowd of students it became obvious that the commotion was from a fight and all these people were standing there to watch. You had waited for a long time for your date to show up and now you were going to go and find out what was the hold up since he wasn't in the habit of making you wait. And unfortunately you couldnt get to him without crossing from this particular corridor. You could just slip past the fighting people without being noticed and ignore them. You were almost at the opening in between the crowd when you looked up to see none other than your date. He was lying on his back, holding his nose with both hands while blood trickled out from in between his fingers and he writhed on the ground in pain.

"Get up."

Above him was crouched your own personal bully, Bakugou, watching his pathetic prey with a curious head tilt, not a scratch anywhere on his face.

"I said get up!" His hand shot out and he grabbed a fist full of the poor boy's hair and pulled him up on his hands and knees while he grunted in pain.

"What are you doing?! Stop!"

All eyes turned on you before you could process your interference, but your eyes were only locked on a pair of glinting crimson eyes as they stared back at you with excitement.

"Oh look! There she is. Is this the kind of whimp you're into? Really, (y/n)? You fancy weaklings, huh? Disappointing."

He then looked back down at the boy,

"why dont you tell her yourself?"

He grabbed your date by the scruff and pulled him off the ground, onto his feet and held him in front of you. It was a sorry sight, the blood dripping down from his swollen nose onto his chin, a violent red patch on his cheek slowly turning purple and watery eyes either from the impact to the nose or he was crying.

You looked him in the eye wondering how he got himself into this mess, the more you looked the more you feared Bakugou.

"Go on! Tell her!"

He barked making you jump and your eyes darted between Bakugou and the boy.

"I don't want to go out with you anymore..."

His voice sounded awkward due to his nose being clogged by blood and he was looking down avoiding your eyes. You didn't blame him, if this had happened to him just cause he was dating you, it was only natural he wouldn't want to continue.

"Good boy. Now scram, loser!"

Your eyes were becoming glossy as you stood there unable to walk away holding back tears of frustration not wanting to piss him off again by turning your back on him. You had so many mixed feelings. Bakugou had no right meddling with your business like that. Despite his dipshit behavior, you kinda liked him. But he had never shown any sign of interest other than giving you his homework sometimes and bullying you around when he was bored. To want to prove you're not worth anyone else's love or interest was just another level of low, you had assumed he wouldn't stoop to.

On the other hand you couldnt help the tiny feeling in your gut that he did all this for you. A more primal side of you was tingling excitedly to the feeling of Bakugou fighting another male away from you to keep you all to himself.

You pushed this side far back down, a tear escaping and rolling down your cheek as you glared at Bakugou while he loomed over you, staring you down for a while, not looking as smug as he did a few seconds ago.

His scraped fingers twitched and you wondered briefly if he wanted to punch you too but he just clicked his tongue and walked away.

*******

You stared at the slender cigarette between your fingers, your other hand squeezing the lighter, looking around while you were standing next to the building after closing hours. It had rained all day and now it was cold and windy and everyone had already left so you were really in need of something to calm you down, your now-ex had once given you these and you doubted he was going to come for them after all that went down just a while ago.

With shaky fingers you put the roll between your lips and tried the lighter. The wind immediately blew in out, so you shielded it with your other hand and put it to the tip of the cigarette ready to inhale.

"What are you doing?"

Bakugou's voice startled you and in your horror your lips parted dropping the roll on the ground.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

You looked at the wasted cigarette on the ground that was now wet and soggy and looked back up at Bakugou staring intently at you waiting for a reply.

Wasn't it obvious what you were doing?

"I...needed to relax so... I was going to smoke?"

You sounded so unfamiliar and meek to yourself.

"Oh you were going to smoke, were you?"

He stepped forward and crushed the cigarette under his foot, getting in your face. You looked up at him wondering what he wanted with you now.

"Does it make you feel all grown up and tough? Smoking that shit?"

"I am already grown up... what are you talking about?"

His hands were immediately latched onto your collar and he pulled you to himself growling in your face.

"Oh you think you become so cool smoking, that now you can talk back to me?"

You frowned trying to free your clothes from his grasp.

"Bakugou...let me go..."

"You're not going to smoke again. You heard me?"

"It's none of your business! Let me go!"

You screamed at him, all the pent of frustration finally surfacing, but you regret it almost as soon as the words left your lips.

"Shut your mouth!"

He used his grip on your collar to shove you away and you stumbled backwards on the ground before plopping down on your butt in a huge puddle, the water splashing everywhere.

You immediately jumped out looking down at your soaked clothes, the wind freezing you to the bone.

"You're such a clutz..."

Your eyes snapped onto him in a furious glare.

"I was fine standing here on my own before a stupid bully decided he wasn't done with me yet after everything he did to me and started to push me around some more!"

By the time your yelling finished your whole body was shivering from the cold. He watched you for a few seconds in deafening silence, and you wondered if this time you angered him enough for him to hit you.

"Are you done?"

His tone was very calm and even kinda warm, so you nodded your head and he took off his coat and handed it to you to your surprise. Was that his way of apologizing?

"My house is way closer than yours for a cold walk. Let's go."

******

You watched from the window as the wind howled and lashed the branches against the windows and the rain drops poured down the glass, the sound of thunder making you jump a little and get out of your trance.

You sighed looking down at yourself.

You were wearing his shirt and that's all. A black shirt with a white skull on it, and very oversized for you. It reached down to the middle of your thighs, hanging loosely on your shoulders.

Your underwear was also soaked so you had to take it off too, now any kind of breeze would make you shiver and goosebumps rose on your skin.

"What are you doing there? Get out here and warm up."

You heard his booming voice slightly muffled by the closed door. You tried to ignore the heat rising to your cheeks and the tips of your ears thinking about your current style and how exposed you were and with a deep breath and a heavy sigh you stepped out of the bathroom to join him, your hands gripping the hem of your shirt and firmly holding it down over your thighs. When you walked into his room he was busy with his TV so you quietly sneak behind him and sit on the end of the bed feeling uncomfortable, he lived in a suite so there was no other place to sit.

"Did you hang your clothes up to dry?"

He didn't turn towards you but you instinctively pulled your legs closer to yourself and pulled the shirt lower over them.

"Yes."

"I forgot to give you these. Here."

He turned to the drawer and grabbed a pair of shorts from it then turned to offer it to you as you got up and reached over to grab it from him, his hands freezing mid air as his eyes locked onto yours.

You could feel your heartbeat rising as you watched his eyes rake down your body staring at his shirt on you, then his eyes moved down your legs and back up slowly again, his gaze so heavy you could almost feel it drag on you.

You grabbed the shorts from his hands but he snatched your wrist instead and pulled you closer, so close you had to raise your hand to press it against his chest not to slam into him.

"What are you wearing under it?"

His voice was significantly lower and much more sensual, for the lack of better words. You took in a big breath silently relishing in his caramel scent and the feel of his hard chest under your palm before looking up at him through your lashes, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Why do you ask?"

"Curiosity."

"How naughty of you."

"Watch it. you don't want to start something you can't finish." Even with the low growl in his voice he wasn't trying to sound threatening at all. You knew what he sounded like when he wanted to threaten. The opposite, he came off as very attractive sounding like that and looking at you through half lidded eyes. And you would bet he knew it too.

You leaned up on your tiptoes to get in his face as you looked straight in his eyes, your lips merely an inch away from his.

"And what if I can finish what I want to start?"

You could now feel his heartbeat under your palm making you wonder if you had previously missed it or was he just now getting excited.

"Then go for it."

You felt intoxicated by the heat and smell radiating off of him, the strong aura he had, it felt like you were too impatient to play him anymore. You leaned up and pressed your lips softly against his, closing your eyes. For a few seconds he didnt move at all, probably not expecting you to back your attitude up. The only contact he had with you was his hand on your wrist. But that changed in a blink of an eye. He let go of your wrist to grab your waist with both hands and pulled you flush against him, humming and deepening the kiss when you draped your arms around his neck. One of his hands moved up from your waist carassing your back from over the shirt before settling in a firm grip on the back of your neck, the other moved down squeezing one ass cheek from over the shirt before sliding under it to grip it tight and pull you into himself as he grinded his hips forward into yours. His tongue was in your mouth as soon as you parted your lips to moan, wrestling yours into submission.

It was too hot, too much, he was touching you all over, you tried to pull away from the kiss but his fingers carded in your hair grabbing a fistful and angling your face back up into the kiss with a demanding growl.

By the time you whined in his mouth you were almost completely out of breath and he loosened his hold on your hair to let you pull back to catch your breath, a thin string of saliva stretching from your lips to his tongue that he completely ignored, immediately latching back onto your jaw and moving wet hot kisses down your neck. His teeth were scraping over your sweetspots like he had known them for years before he sucked in your raw skin and licked over the abuse he left behind, he reached the collar and gently pulled it off one of your shoulders, sinking his teeth in the exposed skin, you gasped and gripped onto him tighter. He kept kissing and biting lower and lower until the shirt got in his way again. You pulled away from him and grabbed the hem to remove it but he stopped you.

"Keep it on."

His hands moved over your back again and felt up your sides pulling the shirt from behind to make it cling tightly around your form admiring your body from one step away before releasing the shirt probably enjoying how much bigger than you he was. With sudden movements he pushed you back on the bed and you landed on your butt looking up at him as he pulled off his own shirt, his toned body distracting your eyes. He noticed the brief disappointment in your mood and probably caught on cause he smirked and crawled on top of you making you scoot further up the bed.

"What? You thought I dont want to see what you're hiding under the shirt?"

His eyes had become so predatory that you had to bite your lower lip to hold back a submissive whimper. He grabbed your hips and pulled you back to him, making the shirt move up and crumple around your waist exposing much more than you intended to show.

"You should keep it on cause I want to see that you are mine."

His hand slid under the shirt and up your sides lifting it up and ducking his head underneath. It took him a few seconds to admire the view, his breath tickling your skin while he reached up and grabbed one of your boobs, squeezing and massaging it before he licked the rough patch of his tongue over your other nipple making you gasp and arch your back in surprise when he sucked the bud in his mouth.

When he tugged your nipple between his teeth you had to put your hand on his head and pull him back towards you but his free hand grabbed your hand and held it down by your side entwining your fingers. When his treatment of your boobs started becoming painful your protesting noises got louder and with a pop he released you from his mouth, moving his lips down your body leaving a wet trail. Letting go of your hand to grab your hips and lift you up, he pulled your lower half over his lap and placed your legs over his shoulders, bending you so far you could clearly see his face above you and between your legs, aligning your heat with his mouth. You couldn't grab his hair to have the slightest bit of control, your legs were in the way, so you just fisted the sheets and involuntarily clenched your thighs around his head as he licked along your slit roughly. His tongue rubbed up in between your folds, mixing your slick with his saliva before he sucked it all in harshly with your clit sending a sharp jolt up your spine.

"Ah Fuck!"

You couldn't help the loud moans and mewls that left your lips as your thighs started shaking in anticipation and you clawed at his wrists pleading him for mercy, but his tongue didn't seize fucking in between your folds.

"Ah... please! You don't have to..."

To your surprise he paused his movement to lift his mouth from you a little and when he started speaking his hot breath on your wet cunt made you shiver.

"No I don't have to, I'm doing this for me."

His hand reached out and grabbed a fistful of your hair yanking your head forward into an uncomfortable position were you could watch him eat you out and as he resumed his onslaught he watched you intently until your eyes roll back into your skull as you came undone in his mouth.

He layed you gently back on the bed letting you catch your breath, his eyes once again admiring the loose black shirt on you, half hiding some of the marks he had left on your neck and shoulders, your chest heaving underneath the skull print on the shirt.

His shirt.

Your face flushed bright red as you watched him wipe the glistening moisture from his lips and chin with the back of his hand, smirking at you when your eyes met, he held your gaze as he undid his jeans and pulled them down, making you avert your eyes.

"Ready to ride, pipsqueak?"

He flopped next to you on the bed, pulling himself further up on his back and rested his head on a pillow looking ready for a show with his hands under his head. Your eyes moved down his face to his tense abs to his hard on that was fully at attention looking all proud.

You bit your lower lip, wondering if you had ever felt so much heat in your face before, your face was probably beet red by now. You timidly got up on your knees and shyly lifted a leg to straddle his waist, holding the shirt down and hiding your naked lower half as much as you could, hoping you could hide your face if you got on him in reverse. His hand was on your leg in an instant pushing it back down and gesturing to your other leg.

"Nuh uh. I wanna watch you."

He didn't leave you room for more errors as he grabbed your waist and hoisted you up over himself, scoffing at the squeak you released when your soaked core rubbed onto his hard dick. You had to press your hands against his chest to hold your balance, and you very slowly started to get a feel of him slipping between your folds by rolling your hips over him.

Your grinding had his tip pressed into your entrance and his fingers twitched on your sides, holding them tighter as he hissed quietly.

"Gonna take your time, huh?"

"Will you shut up!"

You don't know what took over you, probably you've had enough of his teasing tone, but to further soludify your point you reached up with one hand and wrapped your fingers around his throat, squeezing the sides in warning.

The silence that took over made you gulp down the anxiety before you could look up at his face and you were immediately amazed; his cheeks were powdered pink, eyes half lidded but dialated pupils glinting with excitement and his lips were parted letting out shallow breaths.

He seemed to like it, so you kept your hand around his throat.

Not taking your eyes off of him you reached between you to grab his length and angle it before lowering yourself onto it slowly. once the head popped inside you and you engulfed it with your warm wet tightness, he let out the breath he had previously sucked in, as a long deep groan and closed his eyes, his face showing pure bliss for the whole duration you sank him deep inside you.

It took a while to get used to his size and his angle inside you, during which he didn't do anything to rush you, seemingly taken the hint that you were in control, but as soon as you started moving your hips his eyes snapped onto where your bodies were connected.

His hands carassed your sides as you timidly rose and sank back down on him again making you both release a satisfied sigh, then you started moving with a shy little rhythm. His fingers snaked under the shirt, his thumb hooking the hem and slowly pulled it up as his hands moved higher over your body, soon enough the shirt was crumpled right below your boobs, and he moved it higher holding it over your mouth.

"Open."

You glanced at the shirt then at him before taking the fabric between your teeth. You were now mostly naked in full display for him beautifully, as he watched your boobs bounce and jiggle with every move, moving his hands back into a firm grip on your hips to provide you some extra balance, his thumbs carassing you, not as gentle as it was possessive.

His tip was kissing your cervix every time you sank back down on him, making you roll your hips back and forth to savor the painful pleasure of it. He didn't appreciate your slow rhythm for long though, his patience wearing thin as he gripped your hips, his other hand moving up your spine before gripping the back of your neck, using his grip combined with a thrust of his hips up into you, had you lurching forward bracing yourself with your hands on the bed on either side of his head. And just like that your little game of dominance was over.The hand on your hips snaked around your waist, holding you firmly against himself as he started a brutal pace thrusting up into your gushing pussy, the knot in your lower stomach tightening, The angle had you gripping his shoulders for dear life, barely able to breathe as rugged gasps left your lips. His fingers carded through your hair pulling you forward to crash his mouth onto yours. The possessiveness of the kiss had you pushed over the edge , clamping around his length as your orgasm crashed over you, creaming all over his shaft. It took you a minute or so to come down from your high, and realise while he was helping you ride out your high with shallow slow thrusts his lips had curled into a satisfied smirk against your mouth, so you pulled away from the kiss, your cheeks flushed.

"I don't have to look to know you've made a big pretty mess down there."

You whimpered, hiding your face in your hands in embarrassment making his grin widen. He grabbed your wrists pulling them away from yiur face while he rolled you over on your back, now hovering over you.

"Why you hiding now? Too late for that I've already seen how hot you look when yoh cum undone."

He nudged your thighs up with his knees, placing his cock back in your folds, sliding over the sensitive nub a few times making you squirm under him.

"I want to see more of that lewd littel face of yours."

You started to weakly push him on the chest but He grabbed both of your wrists in one hand and held them above your head.

"You have one more in there for me, don't you?"

grabbing your throat giving it a gentle squeeze while he pushed himself back inside you, you shut your eyes, biting your lower lip at the sensation of him filling you up.

"you're going to cream around my cock again, aren't you?"

"... move..." you whined trying to pull him in more with your legs hooked around his waist but he didn't budge.

"Ask nicely."

"Fuck me please! I'll cream all around your cock! Please!"

His grip tightened around your throat and your lips parted while your walls cinched around his dick making him hiss from the tightness as he thrusted into you, long deep slow thrusts sending you over into a toe curling release, milking him harshly.

"Yeah, that's what I thought,...fuck!"

He let go of your wrists to grab his cock and jerked it over you, cumming all over your stomach and chest as he watched your fucked out face.

You were both panting as you came down from your high, looking at eachother, kind of shy and embarassed before he grinned down at you boyishly.

"Aren't you glad I ruined your date?"

You pushed him off annoyed.

"You could've asked yourself... nicely."

"Nah too cheesy. Like the letter."

You rolled your eyes and started scooting off the bed before his arm wrapped around your front and pulled you back to him, whispering in your ear,

"I'll ask nicely for you to choke me again, if you be a good girl."

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[diaco1968]

Touya x f!Reader

Warnings! Lemon! Smut! Choking, slapping, spitting, oral (give/recieve), fingering

Smut under the cut

No mentions of quirks, AU where it is Touya Todoroki and not Dabi (still dyed his hair to piss Enji off though), Reader and Touya are betrothed since childhood. This was just plaguing my mind and I had to get it out

Porn with little to no plot

"What is that you're wearing? You belong to me now, don't embarass me like that."

Your fiance gave you the most offensive up and down look he could muster as he loomed over you, effectively shaking your confidence to the core about the dress you had chosen very carefully to look pretty for him. But you were somewhat used to him snapping every once in a while so you retorted quickly as you rolled your eyes.

"Well then you might wanna step up and show them just that. Plus, It's not like there was ever a time I didn't belong to you."

His eyebrow quirked up as he inspected your face, waiting for your suggestion while plopping down on the couch. He had been using the same sentence since you were betrothed to him as mere children. Never warmed up to you quite right since you were his dear father's choice for him.

"Will you dance with me tonight?"

"No."

"That's too bad. Could I perhaps persuade you somehow?~"

"Doubt it."

To his evident surprise you swung one of your legs over his and lowered yourself to straddle his lap, moving around to get comfortable, the main conversation topic seemed long forgotten on your part despite the serious expression still on his face. His self restraint was hot but at the same time you had a feeling he couldn't keep it up. You leaned in for a kiss but he turned his head so instead you dragged your lips along his jaw and chuckled quietly at his pursed lips and the eye roll he did before frowning, still ignoring your presence. Oh he was actually mad about the dress. So it might've been more challenging than you thought. You smirked as you moved your lips down his jaw to lightly nuzzle his neck and take in a deep inhale, making an audible sigh and watched his jaw clench. You moved your hips back and forth again in the disguise of getting comfortable. His hands immediately shot up to grab your hips and steady you into an immediate pause. You could see his internal struggle on his face trying to decide wether to turn to you to glare at you and risk his resolve crumbling or keep looking away.

"Oh come on, it's just a little dress."

You whispered as you sucked his earlobe between your teeth, watching as the hair on the back of his neck stood on end.

"Exactly. Too little."

His body was betraying him. But he wouldn't crumble. You tried to nip on his neck and that's when he decided he had had enough, and pushed you back slightly.

"Get back in there, we've been away too long."

You clicked your tongue and stepped off of him with a huff, stomping away into the main club room, letting the music fill your mind and distract you from your asshole of a partner. The songs however were making a tiny scheme forming in your head, fuelled by the drinks you kept adding into the mix. You had put so much effort and hope into looking good for him and you were not going to let it all go to waste just cause he rejected you yet again.

One glance around and you could tell there were strangers who did actually appreciate how you looked.

Strangers because no one he had invited to the club dared to check you out and risk facing his wrath. If all he worried about was embarrassment, then you'd seclude yourself from the prying eyes of his friends, but you'd be damned if you didn't dance tonight.

You glanced at him one last time and he knew that smirk on your face as you sauntered away from him and his gang.

His eyes were burning holes right through you as they followed your form, so intense that you could feel them on you from across the room. And yet despite the growing sense of dread from the impending consequences, you were feeling the thrill of riling him up. And he didn't make it hard at all.

With all that going through your head you stepped in the middle of the dancing crowd and soon enough you had found yourself a dancing partner, doing your best to avoid looking in Touya's general direction. You knew he was seething, there was no point seeing it.

The boy asked for your name and shouted his back to you over the booming music but you didn't bother remembering it.

A few songs later and some blown off steam from the dancing had you feeling way jollier and you were having fun to say the least, but of course, it didn't last. The boy reached over and put his hands around your waist.

Alarms went off in your head as that was not at all what you intended.

"No, I'm taken." You shook your head and politely removed his hands from your waist, excusing yourself to step away bitterly getting ready to face Touya's patronization about the situation; but the boy then grabbed your wrist in a vice grip and pulled you back towards himself.

And boy did hell break loose after that.

Your brain couldn't process the speed with which things were taking place, the boy got shoved away from you with a single hand on his shoulder so hard he tumbled back into the crowd harshly, as people stumbled and fell,the music cut off and a crowd formed around the three of you. The broad familiar looking shoulders was blocking your view as he stood face to face with the now humiliated angry boy who had gained his balance back.

You couldn't help the flutter of the butterflies in your stomach as he stood in front of you so protectively.

The security knew Touya well and they immediately stepped in to remove the guy from the place,not even bothering to listen to him.

But in your mind it was completely unnecessary anyway, with how Touya was looming over him. He was intimidating enough on his own.

The music resumed and people awkwardly went back to their dancing.

He turned to you and your heart skipped a beat at the expression on his stern face, subconsciously biting your lower lip.

He could tell how turned on your were, your pupils blown wide as you looked up at him through your lashes, trying to look small.

Your teeth biting into your lip like that was apparently the last straw.

His eyes snapped unto your lips then back over your eyes, his nose trills flared before he reached over and grabbed your arm, pulling you along as he walked away into the back rooms past the VIP section.

You were barely inside the room when your back met with the closed door, pressed firmly into it by his body. His hands were caging you in on either side of your head and his nose was almost touching yours.

"You wanted my attention, huh?"

His voice was so accusing that you found yourself struggling to find an answer.

"I-I didn-"

"Well now you can have it all."

His lips crashed onto yours forcefully shutting up the gasp that escaped you. His mouth was so hungry and demanding that you found yourself breathless immediately, but he wasn't having none of that; his fingers gripped a fistful of your hair, nails scraping over your scalp in the process, angling your face up for his own easier access as his tongue pushed past your lips, exploring your mouth. His free hand felt you up, down the small of your back, groping your ass roughly and making you jerk your hips forward into the solid tent on the front of his pants.

You whimpered and raised your arms to hug him around his neck, more so for your own support as your knees felt like they would buckle any moment.

His hand left your hair in favor of skipping over the curve of your ass, his palms running down the back of your bare thighs to your knees, pulling them up around his waist with one strong movement. You clung to him tightly, fingers carding through his hair as he pushed your back against the wall, his hard-on pressing into you, making him groan into the bruising kiss.

When you couldn't take it anymore you tugged on his hair barely enough to make him release your mouth so you could catch your breath. His lips trailed along your jaw, sucking and biting his way down to your neck, relishing in the sounds he made you release as goosebumps spread on your skin.

When satisfied with the marks now littering your neck, he pulled you away from the wall, supporting your weight by securely groping your asscheeks, your nails digging in his shoulders as he carried you, navigating through the clatter in the room towards the squeaky leather couch in the back, his lips having moved to the other side of your neck not once stopping their assault, up until the point he dropped you unceremoniously on the couch, ripping a yelp out of you.

"Well well, would you look at that,"

his fingers stroked over the soaked lace of your panthies that were showing as the dress had ridden up your legs, teasingly running over your slit and making you buck into his touch for more friction.

"It's like you're begging to be bent in half and fucked the shit out of."

"Fuck. Can't blame a girl for hoping."

"Hoping? You?"

He bunched your skirt up around your waist, tearing the tight fabric on the side of your hip in the process, before grabbing your hips and yanking you more towards himself.

"You scheming, vicious bitch."

The rasp in his voice had you pull your lips between your teeth in anticipation, and partly to hide your smirk from him.

He gripped your thighs pushing them up against your chest and holding them down as his face disappeared between your legs, mouthing at your lace covered folds, groaning at the dampness on his lips and tongue, making you throw your head back. His teeth scraped on the lace as he bit it between his teeth and ripped into it, grinning devilishly at the gasps and whines escaping your kiss-bruised lips. A pleased shiver running through him hearing the exceptionally lewd moan ripping out of you as he licked between your puffy folds, nose pressing harshly onto the desperate bundle of nerves.

"Aah! Fuck! Please!"

"Begging already?"

The vibrations and his breath fanning over your wet cunt had you arch your back as you reached out to grip his hair and pull his face closer to you. He didn't disapprove as he started sucking on your clit, effortlessly pushing two fingers into your inviting hole, loving the way it hungrily sucked his digits in.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum!"

"Yeah? I haven't even started yet."

His fingers curled up, pressing against the sensitive spongy spot in your walls, the arching of your back only a sign for him to keep slamming his fingers against the same spot over and over as he switched between sucking and licking at your clit, the sound of your breathless moans and whines music to his ears. His fingers didn't relent, even as you threw your head back in a silent scream, your folds started fluttering around him, squeezing his fingers as your juices seeped out onto them, your nails scarping his scalp and yanking on his hair. He kept going as you rode your orgasm out, all sorts of unholy noises leaving your lips.

"F-fuck! I can't! C-can't! Please!"

"What is it, doll? What do you want?"

"Fuck me already!"

Your thighs had begun shaking, desperately trying to close around his face but his grip on them was firm, not letting you move an inch, licking his lips, as he wiped his glistening chin with the back of his hand, soaked in your juices.

"Ah ah~ is that how we ask?"

His fingers resumed stroking into you, knuckles deep and you started writhing away as he emerged from between your legs, your face flushed even further, knowing what he wanted to hear.

"Please! I want your dick inside me, please... daddy..."

"Atta girl."

As much as you wanted to wipe the shit-eating grin off his face, you couldn't deny how hot he looked when he knew he got his way.

His fingers wrapped around your neck, tightening to the point you had to grip his wrist for the tiniest bit of reassurance, his other hand held the base of his cock, pressing the tip firmly between your sensitive soaked folds, sliding it back and forth, making you twitch and try to get away, to which you received a harder squeeze of the throat resulting in a choked wheeze as your eyes rolled back. The head pressed against your slit and popped right in, your mouth falling open in sync with the languid motion of him bottoming out into you, but despite the lewd wet sound of your pussy, no sound came out of your mouth, squeezed quiet by his fingers.

"My poor bitch only wanted to be fucked up in the back of the club."

He grabbed one of your legs that were around his waist and pushed it over his shoulder, letting you catch your breath before gripping your throat again and pressing you harshly back into the couch.

"Like. a .cheap . Fucking. whore."

His hips started pistoning into you with long deep thrusts, his tip kissing your cervix painfully with each word, making your toes curl.

"Well guess what, it's your lucky day."

Ignoring your mewls he smashed his mouth onto yours, making you taste yourself. It was all too much. The lack of air added to the squelching of your dripping cunt to the mix and your head was dizzy, your walls started quivering around his length once more, making him curse under his breath at the tightness. Your head pushed back further into the couch as your orgasm crashed over you again, forcing him to still inside you from the choking grip of your walls tightly wrapped around his cock. This time he was forced to let you cum in peace. Not too long though.

"Open your mouth."

You pursed your lips and looked up at him pleadingly.

"I said,"

The slap had your head snap to the side and your ear started ringing but he gripped your jaw and forced you to face him again.

"Open."

Your mouth fell open unwillingly.

"Wider."

You obliged watching his smirk turn into an evil grin as he gathered the saliva in his mouth and spat it right into your waiting one. You cringed but he didn't scold or punish you for that, instead ordered you to "swallow."

The foamy liquid went down your throat making you shut your eyes tight.

"Now show me."

He tapped your jaw and you stuck your tongue out like you were told to do so and his mouth was on yours immediately sucking on your tongue and swirling his around it.

He pulled back looking at your fucked out face, satisfied as he gripped your hair and forced you off the couch, taking your place instead and spreading his legs for you to sit in between, his hand still holding your hair, using it to guide your face into his crotch.

"All wet and nice now. Just for you to work that smug little mouth of yours for it."

His shaft rubbed against your cheek, smearing a mix of his precum and your cum onto your skin before he gripped the base and popped it in your mouth.

He didn't even bother letting you adjust, hissing as your teeth lightly scraped his length while he pushed it straight to the back of your throat, bucking his hips up with a guttural moan that would have you dripping if you weren't already. You gagged and choked around him, and he pulled you off to the tip before pushing your head back down, setting a rhythm of thrusting into your mouth and bobbing your head down to meet his hips. You could tell he was close by the way he was twitching and throbbing in your mouth so you ignored the ache of your jaw and the mess of drool seeping out the sides of your mouth and put your tongue to work, rubbing the flat of it under his cock, while hollowing your cheeks around him.

"Shit! Yeah! Just like that. Don't you let it spill."

He threatened with his head thrown back on the backrest of the couch, fingers tightening in your hair, his hips stuttering making you finish the job for him, bobbing your head with renewed vigor. The hot seed that shot up and filled the back of your throat made your already watery eyes spill and you swallowed around his head.

"Fuck! Okay, enough! S-shit!"

But you weren't done. It was his turn to mewl, his knee jerking up as you sucked him dry even after he was done cumming, until he had no choice but to pull you off of himself with the wet tight pop of your lips.

"Damn,"

he smirked as his chest heaved while he observed your evil self satisfied little smile, on your perfectly swollen lips.

"Vicious little bitch~"

"What can I say,"

Your voice was hoarse as you licked your lips.

"I learned from the best."

#touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki #touya x reader #dabi x reader #dabi #dabi smut #touya smut #Touya todoroki smut

[diaco1968]

Bakugou x reader

Established relationship but Mentions of Ochako with Bakugou.

Angst with attempted comfort, zombie au

Y/n and Bakugou are together but y/n starts to doubt him after he became a dotting friend to Ochako at more than one occasion privately and publicly. Dabi is there to comfort y/n and claim the opportunity

You woke up with a jolt, your chest heaving and cold sweat running down your back. The haze of your mind rapidly cleared but the heaviness in your chest stayed without a hint of letting up. You ran a hand down your face and tried to calm down your breathing as not to disturb the blonde soundly sleeping next to you.

Even looking at him made your heart clench again so you quietly snuck out of bed and made your way outside of the room to the securely fenced garden in the back of the prison, taking in a much needed load of fresh air as you sat down on the grass.

Looking at the peaceful night sky over the empty woods outside, one could never imagine the world had already gone to shit, in fact one could almost forget all about the corpses that were somewhere out there shuffling their way to find something they can chew on.

And even though they were the subject of the nightmares plaguing your mind recently, they were hardly at fault for them.

It was the 3rd time you had this particular one. After the incidence a few couple months earlier, when you had to leave your last safe place you had stumbled upon a prison this time. And the nightmare didn't care that this was a much more secure place than your last 'home' as it insisted on making it feel like the unsafest place on earth you could ever be in. As per usual in the process of the nightmare, the defences of the prison couldn't hold against what looked like the biggest hoard you've ever seen, and all hell broke loose once the undead started pouring in, everybody running in different directions, while you and Ochako made your way in a separate room barely fending off the hoard as they crowded around you and slowly separated you and Ochako from eachother. You were cornered with your back practically to the wall and Ochako was one step away from falling off the derailed balcony. You could vividly remember the suffocating feeling that crept up your chest in the midst of the rotting flesh that gathered around you, the grabby hands and the growly noises they were making. As well as the shortlived relief that brightened your mood when you saw Bakugou's face appear at the doorway locking his ever determined eyes with you for a second. Messy and exhausted but it was your Bakugou who had come to the rescue.

Only...

His eyes snapped from you onto Ochako and in a blink of an eye his course was changed in the opposite direction, watching his back in horror as he moved further away from you, losing sight of him as a zombie stepped in your line of vision and sank his teeth into your neck, forcing you awake from the shock of it all.

You wiped off your face with the back of your hand quickly and brought your knees up hugging them to your chest.

You knew exactly why you were plagued by this nightmare. You just didn't have the heart to confront him about it. And so it ate away at your sleep, your peace, your joy, leaving nothing but a growing pit of sorrow, leaving you feeling vulnerable and unsafe at all times. It suddenly felt like you were all alone at the end of the world. No wonder you snapped at everyone when they got too close to you recently.

The crack of the stick behind you had you try to collect yourself immediately. You didn't turn your head, you knew who it was.

"I'd hate to find out you're losing sleep just to pick on me, you can do it during the day time too, you know?"

His faint chuckle got louder as he plopped down a feet away from you on a rock, unlit cigarette already between his lips.

"Nah, day time you is way less fun to bother. At night you don't fight back."

You rolled your eyes and rested your chin in between your knees, covering half of your face behind your legs. If there ever was a defensive posture it was this one, but you didn't care.

He sucked on the cigartte as he lit it before holding it between his fingers.

"Say then, what brings you here this time. You think the fresh air of the night can hide you from how replaceable you are?"

'Well it was doing a damn good job before you pointed it out.'

You bit back your reply, realizing it would only prove him right, turning your face away to avoid the puff of smoke he sent your way.

"I can't possibly be that replaceable if Dabi himself has nothing else to do except come here every night to pesture me."

"Well I'm sure even the golden boy was infatuated with you the first few weeks."

"So you're infatuated with me?"

"I am."

Your eyes snapped back to him with disbelief.

"Infatuated with your night time misery. Truly pathetic."

You sighed finding that way more believable than the previous concept that he just threw your way.

"I can see why you are a favorite with people. You're such a delight to hang out with."

He scoffed.

"People. What good people do anyway? They raise your expectations, only to let you down when you've trusted them."

You didn't reply, the tightness in your chest and the tear that was rolling on your lower eyelashes threatening to fall on your cheek was enough proof that you agreed with what he had said.

"You need to trust somebody at some point..."

"At least try to sound convincing."

He turned his face towards you leaning his forearms on his knees.

"You're more like me than you'd like, doll,"

You watched as he inhaled the smoke and reached out to offer the rest of the stick to you, his generosity catching you off guard since he never did anything more than just pick at your pitiful state. You timidly reached out and plucked it from his fingers.

"Deep down you know you can't trust anyone, you're just trying to fool yourself. And all for what? Someone whose first choice wasn't ever you."

The smoke felt intruding and foreign in your lungs but you held it down for a second before slowly letting it out.

"It's such a waste."

You glanced at him with a frown as you went to give back his cigarette, but he grabbed your wrist instead, pulling you slightly closer, destroying your defensive posture into an awkward kneeling in between his legs.

"Don't you want to know what it feels like?"

The cigarette slipped from your fingers to the ground as You tried to yank your hand back but his hold on your wrist didn't budge.

"What what feels like?!"

His lidded eyes were sharply locked with yours, your mind racing as many different thoughts filled it all at once.

"To be someones first choice."

your eyes trailed down from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes again as he closed the distance slowly. In the haze of your grief you wondered, his lips would feel so unfamiliar pressed against yours, but would they be warm? Could they break the ice that seemed to have crept all around your heart and made you miserable for so long? His hand would reach out and his fingers would trace the line of your jaw delicately before carding through your hair behind your ear as his thumb stroked lazily at your cheek wiping away the tear that had finally broken free from your lashes.

Despite the guilt that grew immediately in your guts at imagining the comfort you would get from this stranger so vividly, you couldn't help but wonder how Bakugou would feel if he saw you now. Would it hurt him the way it hurt you to watch him and Ochako share that 'friendly' kiss. Would he accept it if you told him there was nothing to this and he was overreacting about it.

"except that is not how it is."

Bakugou's gruff voice broke you out of your trance and put an immediate pause on your racing thoughts as you turned to look at him standing at the entrance of the building while Dabi pulled back. How long has he been standing there listening? He started walking over to the 2 of you.

"You're not like him. You have people to whom you are absolutely irreplaceable. People who couldn't go on without you."

He had turned in his sleep and istead of his arm landing around your waist to pull you closer he was met with your cold empty space in bed. Again.

Dabi let go of your wrist and you moved back to your original spot, watching as Dabi snarled at Bakugou before standing up from his place.

"If you throw it, I'm gonna pick it up,man."

"There won't be anything for you to pick up. I'm not an idiot."

Dabi scoffed and started to walk away "I wouldn't be so sure."

Bakugou's frown deepened but he didn't say anything, as if he was weighting the possibility of Dabi's words. Had he neglected you that much?

He offered you a hand to help you up and reluctantly you took it, gasping lightly when he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

His hold was firm and you didn't resist it, burying your face in his chest as he buried his nose in your hair, inhaling deeply before placing a kiss at the top of your head.

"What is hurting you?"

"Nothing."

There it was again. Why did you refuse to talk to him.

"This ain't nothing though, is it?"

When you remained silent he heaved a sigh and pulled you slightly away from himself to hold your chin and make you look up at him. It wasn't comfortable. You wanted to tell him everything, like you always did, how things made you feel, how you couldn't help it, how you over thought about it all. But he couldn't do anything about that anyway, it would just upset him as well, so there was no point. You averted your eyes and turned your head to the side to escape his intense eye contact.

He shut his eyes, a scowl forming on his face again. He knew he had hurt you, but you gave him the okay to do so. He was confused, he was lost and he couldn't find a way to fix what had happened. Hell he didn't even know what he should've changed if he was offered to go back in time. There was definitely a hint there he should've had taken, but what was it? He opened his eyes and watched your face for a while, seeking an answer that he knew wasn't there. He felt defeated and he hadn't even had a chance to see by what. He had also found out that unlike usual, apologizing didn't help it either, he didn't know what he was sorry for and even though you could tell he was genuine you couldn't accept it without a cause.

It was a sad loop of pain.

"Let's go back to bed."

You grabbed his hand and walked with him back inside without a word.

#Bakugou x reader #dabi x reader #Bakugou #Bakugou Katsuki #Bakugou angst #Bakugou katsuki angst #bakugou x reader angst

[diaco1968]

Yes I am aware of the lateness... no we won't talk about it... XD

@supyo

Warnings! Smut, lemon, 18+, MDI, oral give and receive, fingering, kind of dubcon since brats are being punished...

Bakugou

This had to be even worse than the meeting for him. He stood in the elevator, stiff and unmoving as he looked straight ahead of him at an unknown spot on the sliding doors. The mother and child that were with you in the elevator were oblivious to his raging hard on that he hid by clasping his hands together and formally keeping them in front of his crotch, but still he kept shooting you embarassed glares, which you would answer with flirty dirty looks whenever no one else was looking your way, resulting in a flare of nose trills from Bakugou as he averted his eyes from you to the door again.

It felt like an eternity to finally reach the privacy of your home and as soon as he shut the door you zoomed out the room and to your surprise he actually chased you.

"Oh no you don't, I did warn you."

You gasped as you slipped on the floor and lost your balance but he grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you up over his shoulder.

"Shit! C'mon Katsu... I was just teasing you!"

"Teasing was the first 5 texts."

You struggled over his broad shoulders as he walked towards what you were certain was the bedroom. Your suspicions were confirmed when your back hit the mattress causing a bounce to your body, a brief moment of freedom that you used to put some distance between you and him when he let go of you to discard his pants and shirt, your heart hammering in your chest with excitement.

"Want me to open your legs wide and fuck you silly all day, huh?"

He grabbed your ankles, turned you on your belly and pulled you back towards himself, making you squeak.

"What? D-did I say that? Must've been a typo!"

Your clothing didnt put up any resistance as he tugged them off of you.

"Yeah? What about the 'fill me up with your cum and then fuck it out of me' part?"

He was now hovering over your naked form from behind as he grabbed your hip forcing you up on your knees with one hand and with the other pushed your head down, bending you over, face down and ass up.

"That!... well that does kinda sound familiar..."

He smirked ducked his head between your legs, his mouth slotting perfectly on your entrance with flawless muscle memory, nose brushing against your already clenching hole, making you jolt and try to crawl away, to which he responded by gripping your legs tightly in place.

"Ah! Not this way! Ngh!-"

His jaw opened wider, tongue rolling out and licking your clit, before it slipped between your folds tantalizingly slowly. Your hands fisted into the sheets next to your head as you buried your face into them to hide the desperate noises that were flowing out of your mouth, arching your back and instinctively pushing back against his greedy mouth more.

"Now you decided to be quiet? Hah! As if."

A couple more licks and muffled moans, he plunged his wet muscle past your folds and inside your moist clenching core, before giving a few thrusts, his chin rubbing roughly against your clit. You bit your lower lip and barced yourself, knowing what was going to happen next. His mouth locked onto your entrance and he started a rhythm between deep thrusts of his tongue drilling into you and then sucking on your already quivering hole. Your eyes rolled back into your head as your mouth opened to spill loud whine after whine, clawing at the sheets to get away or to get closer you didn't know, feeling as if he was sucking your soul out of you with each lewd slurp of his mouth that was latched onto you air tight.

"Ah! Fuck! K-! Please!"

He would let you take a breath, enjoying the sigh of relief that would leave your lips and then resume his onslaught. In no time he had you moaning incomprehensible gibberish while your quivering thighs tried to close as your orgasm washed over you, your lips fluttering around his tongue, shamelessly gushing all over his mouth.

By the time he pulled back to wipe off his chin your back was already uncomfortable from the position you were in so you tiredly plopped on your side basking in the afterglow of your orgasm, ready to rest a little. To no avail.

"Tired already? Too bad, that was just the appetizer."

Dabi

"You piss me off..."

"Oh would you look at that! Mutual feelings buddy."

"Yeah keep playing with me. You're on thin ice."

You scoffed merely to piss him off even more, otherwise you knew you were threading on the very thin ice that was his nerves. You hadn't done much, except totally ignore whatever he had told you to do since you left the safe house.

Not get distracted, be stealthy, follow orders... you name it.

You leaned forward on your arms on the security desk and watched him plump down on the rotating chair and turn off the alarm you had managed to recklessly set off.

"You know, for a rebel you sure are very commanding. Even though you're no leader like Shiggy. Hm. He is quite commanding too..."

The way his fingers paused midwork on the device he was fondling to try and unlock the safe and his eyes snapped on you would suggest he knew exactly where you were going to go with this but all the same he let you continue and dig your own grave. One could even assume he had calmed down a little from his initial annoyance. But you knew better. He was too calm, dead silent, he was waiting. You knew you had him, as your lips stretched into an evil smirk shrugging your shoulders to act as if you had just reached an innocent conclusion as you mentally prepared yourself for what was about to come.

"Must be a daddy issue thing."

You barely had time to gasp before his arm shot out quick as a snake and his fingers wrapped around your throat, pulling you forward on your belly over the desk with one strong thug causing your feet to lift off the ground on the other side, the sound of the remote he previously had in his hand clattering to the ground practically defeaning in the dead silence of the room.

He tightened his grip and watched you reach up to grab his wrist with one hand while trying to balance yourself with the other, his face unreadable.

"You know what else comes with daddy issues?"

He leaned in to rasp in your ear, his voice unfamiliarly threatening.

"Learning to deal with stupid little brats running their tight pretty little mouths."

He let go of your neck in favor of gripping your hair instead, using his hold to push you down flat on your stomach as he rose to his feet, his crotch perfectly level with your face.

He yanked your hair and angled your face upwards so he could see you and you had to grip the edge of the desk to steady your dangling feet on the other side as you watched his free hand pull out his dick, tapping it on your cheek before dragging the head over your lips.

You pursed your lips and he clicked his tongue, grabbing your jaw and squeezed it, forcing it open, enjoying the sound of your restrained moan before he silenced it into a wet gurgle as he slid his cock in your mouth.

"Now you better give me a show I'm going to like, or else."

The way your eyes glinted as you looked up at him questioningly made him want to elaborate on his threat.

"I will remind you just how ruthless of a villain my daddy issues have made me."

You shuddered, very subtly, but he caught it anyway judging by the satisfied smirk that split his lips. You knew what kind of villain he was, in fact you could already feel the intense heat punishment he would inflict on you if you didn't amuse him now. So you ignored the awkward uncomfortable position of your neck and the stuffing mass of his dick rubbing on all the wrong places in your mouth as you wrapped your lips around it and sucked it in deeper. You could already tell this was going to be a sloppy one and tried to get off the desk for a better positioning but he didn't let you move.

"Did I say you can get comfy?"

You huffed in annoyance but that only earned you a groan as he slid himself in deeper, hitting the back of your throat, practically blocking any way you had of breathing. Panic took over your eyes and you looked up at him when he didn't let you move back.

"The sooner you're done, the sooner you can breathe. I promise I won't make it long this time."

You whimpered and he rolled his eyes, momentarily pulling back, allowing you a short gulp. You relaxed a little, assuming he wasn't fataly serious about your punishment before getting to work determined.

He closed his eyes and groaned, throwing his head back, relishing in the noisy wet bobbing of your head. As he promised he didn't make it a long one and it only took a few minutes of you ignoring your aching jaw and the sticky fluid dripping down the sides of your mouth, in favor of being distracted by his deep groans, for him to finally finish. In your mouth.

He heaved a deep sigh and slid out of your mouth, his hand immediately covering it, watching you expectantly. You blinked away the reflex watery eyes and swallowed, the position making a loud gulping sound come from your strained throat and he finally released you to shuffle into a much more comfortable position. Feet on the ground.

You focused on catching your breath as he cleaned up and put himself away standing up to walk to the other side where you still had your bottom up on the desk. You looked back at him over your shoulder, thrilled but he just left a sharp spank on your clothed ass that made you jerk forward, before making his way over to the safe as he heated up his palm.

"Nah, brats don't get any rewards."

Hawks

"You really are something else, you know."

There was absolutely no question in his tone and you didn't need to be asked anyway, you did know. You rolled your eyes and leaned back on the wall crossing your arms over your chest, taunting him with your smirk.

"Is that why you keep coming back, tweetie?"

You had aimed to annoy him but he only gave you a smile. You had to take all of him in, with his casual clothes, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, hands in his pockets, and the easy smile he offered you. You briefly wondered if he knew and was abusing the fact he was attractive.

"Maybe. Or maybe it's because you keep being a very very naughty girl. Right where and when I can see you."

You batted your eyelashes at him feigning innocence.

"Oh no, you caught me."

You took a step forward and closed the distance, looking up at him defiantly, faces so close you were almost touching noses.

"Maybe I keep doing it cause you don't ever put me back in my place."

You could've sworn you saw the glint of his eyes before he took in your whole form as if sizing you up to see if you fit the weight of your words.

"Is that so? And where would your place be?"

His wings were slowly opening making his looming figure more intimidating, but despite the thrill running through your body, you held your ground.

"I don't know, why dont you try and find out?"

You watched his pupils dialate as he grabbed your jaw and walked you back into the wall.

"Beneath me,"

His answer was just as surprising to you as the harshness of his grip but before you could take offense to it he leaned in to continue with an unfamiliar tone dripping with dominance, his hot breath rolling over your face.

"Writhing, moaning and begging for more."

Your mouth would have fallen open in shock if it wasn't for his firm grip on your jaw. And the fact he crashed his lips onto yours with so much force.

He moulded your lips together, testing and feeling your lips before he let go of your jaw finding a better grip with his fingers wrapped around your throat while his free hand wandered down your body, pushing and tugging your clothes out of the way to delve it into your panties. You gasped and he used his chance to shove his rongue past your lips and inside your mouth.

He was overwhelming. The way he pinned you to the wall was overwhelming. The way he had his mouth locked on yours, his tongue searching and licking so freely, as his fingers worked your lips open and stroked your clit, the way he wasn't letting you catch your breath. Everything was overwhelming.

You finally pulled back away from the kiss when you pushed your hands against his chest panting heavily, almost light headed, but his lips immediately reconnected with your skin, trailing hot wet kisses down your neck, his fingers carding through your hair and gripping it tightly, tugging your head to the side to give his mouth more space.

"Well now you have my full attention, dove. Why don't you tell me how naughty you've been?"

Your response was to purse your lips.

His finger on the other hand was gathering the moisture pooling between your folds and slowly pushing it back inside you, you could almost feel the wet pop of his finger as it slipped past your clenching hole, moving until his knuckles were pressed against the outside of you. You clenched around his digit and it sent a shiver up your spine as he pulled it back out to the tip adding another finger and pushing back in. You threw your head back to moan but before you could his lips were back on yours, swallowing your noises.

You whimpered in his mouth clinging to his shoulders as he thrusted his fingers up and inside you, bending them ever so often and making a high pitched mewl leave the tiny gap between your lips with a shaky breath before reconnecting your mouths, completely ignoring the drool that was dripping down your chin. When your eyes rolled back from the stimulation, right on the edge of release, he slowed down and pulled back from the kiss.

You whined in protest as the delicious haze started to clear.

"Oh, you want to cum?"

"Yes! Please!"

You started bucking your hips to get the friction back.

"Answer me then."

"Fuck! I've been so naughty! I'm so sorry."

"Do you deserve to be punished?"

"Yes! Please punish me!"

The cold air and the emptymess his fingers left inside you as he pulled them out and away was way harder to take than you imagined. He pulled away. Completely. Leaving you a hot wet confused mess.

"Glad we are on the same page then."

"What the fuck?! What do you mean?!"

"Bad girls don't get to cum, dove."

#REQUEST #bakugou #hawks #dabi #smut

[diaco1968]

Hi...its me again hehe

Could u do a katsuki x reader (who really follows the ignore untill it stops existing) whos relapsing back to depression, gettin a shitty attitude like snappin at ppl and umm got caught while sh and tries playin it off by gettin back angry at him...ypu only do it if its comfortable with you no pressure man...also hope u doin good take care of yerself

Omg! This took me way too long to understand sh! Means self harm... I feel so stupid, sorry :')

And awww I got called important :'D yay...

Darling I have no rules and triggers except the fact my requests take literally ages to get done... busy busy education and all...

Only I usually don't do well with touchy topics like self harm, cause I don't want to stereotype anyone's experience with my misinformation about the subject. Please don't take offense by it.

That said, please take care of yourself :*

"That was really unnecessary."

You huffed and turned your head slightly away from him as you walked in front of him a couple steps trying to ignore his existence all together. Maybe you didn't have to over react at the girl who was just thanking him for literally saving her life. But she did need to back off with her grabby hands. He chose to call it 'snapping'. That's his problem. But it really did annoy your already frustrated mind why he couldn't just let it go already? And now he was making it into your problem? As if you didn't have enough. So you decided to do what you usually did when you didn't have energy to deal with problems. Ignore them. You practically punched in the elevator button as you waited with your arms crossed in front of your chest.

"What is it with you recently?"

Another very bad idea is to keep asking someone, who can't even point out her own problems to herself, what their problem is.

"Why? Cause I don't want other girls to touch you there is something wrong with me?"

You wanted to punch him but you chose to just walk into the elevator and missed the fact it was a bit lower than it was supposed to be, making you stumble a step before catching yourself.

"... at least, Watch where you're going..."

"None of your business."

The only reason he wasn't snapping back at you yet was that for some reason he felt guilty that the girl had made you so worked up.

He was not unfamiliar with your current mood, in other words he had a pretty good idea what you were going through based on his careful observations of you and your well being since he started calling you his. But the thing was, he still had no idea how to handle it. How to help you through it. It made him feel so useless seeing you like this and not being able to do anything to ease you.

"Y/n."

You only huffed and tightened your crossed arms over your chest, eyes glued to the number of the floor you were passing.

"Stop acting up and liste-"

"Acting up?! Oh hell no, you haven't seen me act up just yet mister! Who do you think you are?"

He was rapidly losing his cool with you.

"Will you just listen to me for a second."

"Make me."

Without missing a beat he punched the side of his fist into the emergency stop button on the panel and the lift came to a screeching jerky stop.

At that moment you knew your chances of running away and ignoring was all over and that his confrontation was inevitable, but you still held your ground and held your nose up, glaring at him furiously.

He didn't look particularly mad, wasn't even glaring back at you, just removed his hand from the panel and closed in on you, looming over you in a way that he was looking down at you. In complete silence. What was he contemplating? It was pissing you off.

"Talk to me."

"About what?!"

"Anything. Just start using your words."

You watched him in disbelief for a few seconds before huffing and turning your head away from him.

"No."

"No?"

He raised an eyebrow, gripping your chin and forcing your face back towards himself. As clueless as he felt, he had come to learn that sometimes making you talk helped you through it. Made you think it out in your head. Meanwhile you were fighting back tears that were threatening to spill from the feeling of being confronted, and your anger got the better of you. He was onto you though, as soon as you raised your hand to push him away he grabbed your wrist.

And you winced.

It was as if time itself stopped as his eyes shuffled between your arm and your eyes, your heart hammering in your chest loud enough that in the defeaning silence you could almost hear it.

His other hand pulled your sleeve slowly away and his eyes raked over your forearm blankly.

You watched him quietly, your mind racing, a million thoughts and feelings crashing over you and yet you could grasp not one of them fully.

"Again-"

And as usual rage came to your aid.

"What the fuck does that suppose to mean? What business of you is it to judge me like that!? You have no idea how it is! Got it!? Get off me!"

He didn't let you go, careful not to hurt you as he wrapped his arms around you and despite your yelling and trashing held you in his arms until you tired yourself out. All the while his warm big arms wrapped comfortably around your shoulders, engulfing you into his familiar safe embrace.

"I'm not judging you. I was going to ask again; please, use your words. Talk to me. I've got you."

#REQUEST #Bakugou

[diaco1968]

hi i wanted to request a lilttle something... bakugou with a s/o who is jumpy but then gets angry (not full on raging just a couple of curses) at other person for doin it like umm gets scared not scared but gets a lil heart attack when someone suprises, not even intentionally, like they might doin some shit and were unaware that he was standing behind and gets surprised when they turn around. also i hope you're doin well and takin care of urself!! and pls dont overwork urself!

Thank you that's very sweet of you, Hope you're doing well too :* also I think this one was sfw so I did a bit of a crack/fluff. And wasn't sure if it was headcanon or story so did a bit of both, hope you enjoy it! <3

No Warning, just a bit of cursing.

Easily jumpy you say? You can bet your bottom dollar he will exploit that. He will scare you indeed but not in a "boo! Gotcha" way, more in a stand there and loom over you until you notice his presence and crap yourself. Also will like to always deny he enjoys it so he prefers the passive way. He finds it kinda cute, kinda funny, when you, looking all tiny compared to him, and all mad, start cursing away with that pretty little mouth of yours. Probably likes it cause you remind him of a mini-Bakugou?

He will usually brush you off with a forehead or top of the head kiss as well just to add to your frustration.

The only time he will draw the line though is when even though you know things can make you jumo easily, but you are being clumsy about it... :

You squinted your eyes at the glass wondering how stubborn can a stain be as the water rinsed away the foam and the bubbles off and the stain remained just as it was before you even started to clean the windows. You were alone in the house and got bored so you decided to be productive and clean up. And You've been doing this particular window for some time now, the music was blasting and it was all you could hear except the screechy noise of your cloth wipe over the glass of the window, that's why it was only natural that you didn't hear Bakugou walk in a while ago as he stood a couple steps behind the chair and watched your whole body jiggle as you struggled on.

He had his hands crossed over his chest deciding how to approach the situation, annoyed that you were standing on a chair so close to the window, not even worried that you might fall out. On the other hand he didn't want to alarm you by declaring his presence and actually causing the fall, knowing your history of jumpiness.

He didn't decide quick enough though.

You hand was cramping by now and your shoulder was aching so you stopped wiping your forehead in frustration with the back of your arm after you threw the cloth in the bucket and you turned around on the chair to hop off to fetch some other chemicals.

That's when you saw the figure standing behind you.

Your heart skipped a beat as all your muscles went momentarily rigid, a quick cold shiver running down your spine and as per your usual reflex your mouth was the first thing that got control back.

"Ffffucking bitch ass dick suckerssss!-"

By this time you had mentally realised that it was just Bakugou and not some scary entity or invader or anything and that it was going to be fine to calm down. Except. Your foot slipped on the chair and you started falling back. Towards the window.

In the midst of your own panic you didn't have time to see Bakugou's eyes widening in fright and as you closed your eyes bracing yourself for your fate you cursed the universe one last time,

"Son of a bitch!"

You did not feel anything but you heard the window shatter and then nothing. Took a you a while to notice the sound of heavy deep breaths over you. Probably through angry flared up nose trills? None other than Bakugou?

You opened your eyes and sure enough he was staring at you through narrowed eyes ready to explode.

He had wrapped his arm around your waist and was standing in a very awkward position with you literally draped backwards on his arm. You had even gripped onto him in your panic without noticing. You looked up at him through your lashes still feeling your heartbeat in your throat, and seeing as his chest was flushed against yours he could probably feel it too.

He glared at you a few more seconds and finally let out a sigh through his clenched teeth, settling on insulting you instead of scolding you.

"You total dumbass!"

You rolled your eyes and tried to find your footing.

"I'm the dumbass? You scared the hell out of me! You silent creepy lizard!"

His eye twitched but you could victoriously notice the hesitation in him as he tried to figure out from where did you pull that colorful one out of. It always surprised him how you exploded onto him whenever he scared you, intentionally or not. He found it cute and funny. But not when you almost got yourself killed.

"Why were you standing on the chair by the window? Didn't I tell you I will do the windows myself?"

You blinked remembering that he had specifically told you not to do the windows.

"Uh...no?"

He didn't buy it though.

"Okay, sorry... just wanted to do something useful around the house. No pleasing you, huh?"

His expression immediately softened and he heaved another sigh, before stepping out of the broken shards on the floor, putting you up on your feet and hugging your face to his chest.

"If you are waiting for me to apologize for scaring you, you can stop holding your breath,"

You could hear the vibrations of his rapid heartbeat as he pressed you more to himself and you hugged him around the waist.

"you scared me way worse."

"I know..."

The hug lasted a few moments until you had both calmed down and he finally unwrappes himself from around you.

"I'll go find out who to call for the broken window. Don't touch anything. Do NOT cut yourself."

He warned as he walked off leaving you nodding at the stain that was still perfectly preseved on one of the shards. You leaned down and picked it up. Rotated it to the side that would be facing outside the window and the stain immediately came off as you rubbed your thumb over it.

"Bloody fucking cunt!"

#REQUEST #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou

[diaco1968]

hii could i request the same plot of "The knight in the baggy shirt" in that scene where dyl hugs the reader and happens the same thing as in the abi and nick scene but making it longer?? like, just that scene, pls ignore this if u can do it ty 💗

I actually enjoy talking a lot about a scene I like ;) but I changed the plot a little for ... uh ... story purposes... and Dylan is a little ooc but because he is turning so... (and I had seen THAT scene with Miles Robbins in Daniel isn't real 🥵)

I don't think there WARNINGS? He is a bit rough and forceful, nothing naughty happens...

The sharp pull around your lower abdomen and chest ripped a sharp gasp from your throat and you had to take a step back bumping into Dylan whose arms were ready and immediately wrapped around you tighter.

"Holy shit... be careful (y/n)..."

He whispered softly and your confusion disappeared once you saw the glinting of metal right where you almost stepped a few seconds ago. A bear trap, barely visible among the greens of the forest floor.

"I... I almost... thank you..."

You were speechless trying not to imagine the pain that was to come had Dylan not reacted quickly enough and hadn't pulled you back.

"Almost got bear trapped the shit out of?... yeah you almost did..."

You could feel him all over you from where you were engulfed in his embrace, his right arm wrapped around your front all the way from your right hip to your left hip bone and his left hand was placed on your side probably to steady you so both of you don't fall back on the ground.

His chest was flush against your back and you were only now noticing just how lean and firm he was, since his baggy shirts never gave anything away from what was underneath.

In your attempt to steady yourself you had reached down and grabbed his right wrist and involuntarily you were digging your nails in his forearm so you loosened your grip but didn't let go yet. Cause he hadn't let go of you and you kinda liked it. A few more seconds went by apparently both of you enjoying the situation, until you felt his nose poking around in your hair at the top of your head. It was so awkward you let out a nervous giggle and tried to look up but his hold on you was firm.

"Dylan? What'cha doing?"

That's when you heard the deep whiff he took of your hair and the rapid sniffing that sounded like a nosey dog. You tried to step away from him but his hold on you only tightened further.

"...uh... Dylan?"

"You smell so good."

His voice was barely above a gruff whisper in a tone you had never heard him use, too serious and too demanding.

"I... thanks? Not really the time, Dylan..."

You tried to use your hold on his wrist and pull his arm off of you so you could step out of his embrace but no matter how hard you pulled, his arm around your waist didn't budge.

"I want to taste you."

"Definitely not the time for that, Dylan! Let me go!"

Your other hand that was free up until now joined the right one and with a hard grip on Dylans right forearm you tried to pry his arm off you with both hands to no avail. The strength he had was confusing and frustrating you. His left hand moved from your side to grasp your left wrist and yank it back and away from the both of you, holding it tightly in mid air almost hight enough as your head, and no matter how hard your tried to pull your left hand back towards yourself you couldn't.

The body heat he was emitting was also adding to your frustration and you were starting to sweat, over all very uncomfortable situation.

"Dylan! What are you d-doing?!"

"Are you scared?"

You froze at the cold tone of his words, not even recognizing his voice at this point, he sounded like he would enjoy your positive answer but couldn't be bothered to care much anyway.

"...Dylan... please..."

"Why would you reject me? You love me don't you, (y/n)?"

You pursed your lips and closed your eyes shut, letting a shaky sigh leave your lips. His hand suddenly moved from your hip to your neck, gripping it tightly and pulling you back into him even closer than before, as he growled loudly in your ear.

"Don't you?!"

"I d-do!... I do love you..."

"Then you wouldn't mind me having a tiny little taste."

His fingers around your neck tightened and as they started to become suffocating you could feel his nose move down your head and behind your ear, his tongue dragged over the shell of your ear and he let out a satisfied sigh, squeezing your neck harder. You started jerking your left hand again and trying to free it as the air left your lungs and your vision became blurry but his grip was iron hard and he pulled your hand back harder, exposing your left shoulder and neck further.

"I scare you, huh?... The more you struggle the sweeter you smell... if you could just... ugh...just one little bite..."

"This is not you Dylan! Please! You should-...I can't! You're not Dylan! You're hurting me!"

You were so terrified for your life that the words just aimlessly fell out of your mouth using your remaining breath but all that got you was that he removed his hand from your neck and pressed his palm against your mouth effectively shutting your mouth tightly.

"Shhh I am Dylan. I just feel much better ...and stronger... and significantly hungrier... and...and somehow way more into you than I was before... so much I want to just... mmmh..."

His voice cut off into a needy moan as his lips connected to the side of your neck feeling your pulse on his lips, his tongue rolled out and licked a long wet hot stripe up your neck, his unnaturally sharp fangs scraping over your skin that shivered in response. You whimpered pleadingly but he just pulled you in harder, his hips moving forward as he grinded himself forward onto you. It felt like he was humping you and when you felt the bulge in his pants rub against your ass, you struggled to step further away from him, he moved his left hand, that was still holding your wrist tightly, downwards and folded your arm over your own middle, using it to pull you back to himself, immediately sinking his teeth in the juncture of your shoulder and neck.

The scream that errupted from you was muffled by Dylan's palm on your mouth, and when your knees buckled from the pain and the shock he simply just wrapped his left arm around your middle and picked you effortlessly off the ground, his teeth still sheathed deep in your soft flesh.

You didn't notice you were crying until he pulled his hand away from your mouth with a loud hiss as his teeth released you and he let you fall on your knees on the ground merely inches away from the same trap he had saved you from not too long ago.

You put your hand over the bleeding burning pulsating bite on your neck as you heaved short breaths to try and compose yourself, you didn't dare look back at him.

"I... I...(y/n)... I'm sorry! I don't know what took over me! I'm so so sorry..."

He dropped to his knees next to you and you lightly flinched away from his outstretched shaky hand. His hand faltered at first but then he decided he needed to comfort you so he tried again.

"C-can I... can I hold you? I hate seeing you so...like...I just...please..."

You didn't know what he was blabbering about nor what he was pleading with you. Hell he didn't know what he was begging for either. He just needed to know you were okay... that even though he did something horrible you two were still fine. Farfetched but he needed it.

And so this time when his hand connected with your shoulder and you didn't react, he immediately wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you back away from the bear trap and into himself, placing you in between his legs as he sat back on the ground and cupped your head to his chest gently rocking you while his fingers carded through your hair soothingly, as you shed uncontrollable tears of pain and frustration on his shirt.

"I'm sorry... I'm a mons- I... it wasn't me... I understand if you hate me now... fuck ... I hate me for what I did to you..."

You sniffled and nuzzled further into his chest, finally relenting and hugging him back, hearing the sigh of relief that he released. You didn't want him to think he had lost you. As awful as everything was, on the bright side he would not kill you now if he was to turn, you smelled like one of them, as distorted as it was, he had protected you from something worse.

"Dylan?..."

"...yes, (y/n)?..."

"Shut up?"

"... alright... sure... okay..."

A few moments passed in silence, nothing in the night's air as he absent-mindedly rocked you and pet your head and you tried to ignore the sharp ache of your neck. Then you decided to break the silence again.

"...so?..."

"Ye-yes?!"

"How did I taste?"

#the quarry #dylan lenivy #dylan quarry #dylan x reader #dylan lenivy x reader #the quarry dylan

[diaco1968]

Another

Dylan x gender neutral reader!

Part 2

Cause this boy didn't get nearly enough lovin ;^;

A prequel to the knight in the baggy shirt?

Maybe I do a sequel too ;)

Choices choices

You can now make one of 2 choices at 3 parts and maybe one in the sequel. Second choices (in blue) are in this post and I'll add the link to the first choices so click on it to read the corresponding choice.

(Also I changed the turns, it's Dylan then Abi and instead of Emma it's Ryan who takes the lead from Abi, then asks Jacob for his dare.)

"Truth or dare, (y/n)?"

You looked from Kaitlyn who was still mad at Ryan's dare for Jacob, towards Jacob himself as he was putting on his pants after his leap over the fire, staring you down like he was daring you to dodge the bullet like Abi did too. Why did Ryan had to jump in Abi's turn and hand the turn right over to Jacob? Right at the beginning too when you still had hope to skip any embarrassment at Jacob's hand. Well that hope's crushed now.

Honestly you were tired of evading Jacob's questions and teases. Tired but not done. With a heavy sigh you put your drink to the side leaned forward on your knees and stared back at him.

"Dare, Jacob."

It wasn't cause you were brave or anything, just if you chose the truth he could ask you the question he was pesturing you about since he found out about your little secret a week ago, and you didn't want to break the game by lying nor did you want to humiliate yourself in front of everyone. But with dare maximum he could do was make you kiss someone, and IF they were olay with it. So many options really.

"Oho ho you think you're smart, huh?"

The others had no idea what the two of you were talking about so they were wondering why choosing Jacob's dare is smart for you.

"Okay then;"

Jacob clapped his hands and rubbed them together visibly thinking hard to try and bust you somehow.

"How about a simple kiss choice then, huh? Who you're gonna kiss, Dylan, or Ryan?"

'Simple choice, difficult consequences.' you would've scoffed but he would know he's caught you. So your just lazily dragged your eyes from Ryan to Dylan. Ryan was slightly surprised he was dragged into this, but Dylan was the one that made you nervous. Eventhough he kept his easy smile, you couldn't read him to know what he was feeling.

And he had become your close friend very quickly through the past weeks, whose mood you could read easily so it wasn't a good sign that he was showing you this expression now.

Jacob had unknowingly or impressively knowngly put you in a terrible position; you suspected it was the former cause you found it unbelievable for him to be this attending.

He was making you choose wether you wanted to kiss your best friend who was also your secret crush, or kiss your best friend's secret crush. You knew this secret because Dylan had subtly hinted it out loud more than a few times, and not so subtly hinted it to you; asking something about how cool is the brooding mysterious vibe or something. The point was, probably whatever you chose would upset Dylan but which one would upset him more? Kissing his crush in front of him or him in front of his crush?

As your eyes landed on Dylan for the last time you briefly thought about backing down but then it would not only prove Jacob's point but then he would embarass the shit out of you for the remaining time you had at the quary.

1. kiss Dylan /kiss Ryan

"Ryan. One platonic meaningless kiss coming right up?"

"Let's go then."

"Aw, I don't even get a best friend peck?" Dylan scoffed, looking at you.

"Sorry dude..."

You avoided looking at Dylan at all costs as you stood up from your place making your way passes him and towards Ryan. You missed the disappointment momentarily flashing in Dylan's eyes, but you knew it was there.

This could've been considered a direct betrayal to your best friend's trust, especially since he had told you about his crush on Ryan. But if you were to kiss Dylan then everyone including Ryan would assume that you are together and that's why you always hang out, so he Dylan would miss his chance with Ryan. Especially since you knew Jacob would pesture and tease you on about it endlessly, not letting anybody forget or even think otherwise.

Either way it was going to be just a simple kiss and nothing more. As little as possible.

"Guys. On the lips, right? No chicken peck or anything." Jacob pressed on making you want to kick him back into the fire.

"Shut up, Jacob."

Dylan glanced at him and thinking about interrupting the dare like Ryan had jumped in for Abi. At least 2 people had to be uncomfortable now right? Or was it just him? He drcided not to interject as he looked back at you and Ryan now.

You stood in between Ryan's legs making sure there was no extra contact, wondering what is the least suspicious way of doing this, finally deciding on resting one hand on his shoulder as you leaned down and kissed Ryan on the lips. The silence was ringing in your reddening ears as you stayed as still as you could only pressing your lips to him gently, fortunately he was very awkward as well so he didn't attempt anything else either. You pulled back after a few seconds that felt like hours to you and made your way back to your seat. You could feel Dylan's heavy stare on you the whole 3 steps of the way and you felt like he was burning his disappointment into you.

"I apologize for Jacob's inconvenience..."

"Don't mention it."

"It felt like watching your grandparents kiss. So boring. No action." Emma drawled with an eyeroll as she pulled one leg over the other crossing her legs and leaning back.

"This is how it is when you do a favor for a friend's dare. You should try it some time. You know? Having friends." You sassed back and she scoffed but laughed at your comeback.

"Well Emma, truth or dare."

"For you, honey, truth." She squinted her eyes at you and gave a fake smile, which made you smirk.

"Okay then, on the subject of you not having friends, tell us one of Jacob's embarassing secrets."

You were trying to not pay attention to the side Dylan was sitting at all, and get back at Jacob for possibly ruining your nice friendship.

"Hey! That's not fair! Can they do that?"

"(Y/n) can ask whatever and... well yeah... I guess if Emma chooses to answer, then... yeah they can pretty much do that."

You didn't even bother looking at Dylan as he explained what seemed to be his only just now made up house rules for his game with an unimpressed tone. He seemed like he didn't want to play this game anymore. You just wished someone would soon ask him something he would like.

"Hmm, Let me think." She tapped her chin with a finger dramatically, looking deep in thought.

"Well, I remember he once said that he used to practice french kissing with Kaitlyn. But she had to stop cause she said he was a terrible kisser. Honestly. I can confirm."

Your eyes moved onto Jacob with a sly grin as he looked like he was ready to sulk. You did your best to ignore Dylan but you could see him in your peripheral vision, staring at the fire deep in thought as the others picked on Jacob.

"Whatever man." Jacob huffed crossing his arms and leaning back, away from you all.

"Ryan. Truth or dare."

"Dare. Gimme what you got."

"Okay Ryan. I dare you to kiss either Kaitlyn... or Dylan."

You couldn't help glancing at Dylan as he finally stopped watching the flames to look at Emma, then at Ryan. You wanted to see his expression at Ryan's choice. The moment of truth, huh?

"Wow... I mean... I guess both's off the table?"

'Damnit, C'mon Ryan'

"Okay. Dylan, let's go."

Your heart dropped as Dylan smiled and since Ryan didn't look like he was going to go to him like you did to Ryan, he stood up and headed over with his drink in hand, the others cheering and whistling for him.

'Didn't even bother get up to do his own dare. How mysteriously ungentlemanly.' You rolled your eyes bitterly.

It was a very short peck though and it ended quite as fast as yours did. Even so, it made you feel terrible to the point you decided to look away.

"Always happy to please."

"Ryan is on fire tonight, huh?" Emma grinned winking at him.

Dylan made his way back to his seat and it seemed like this time it was him who was avoiding your gaze.

You weren't paying attention to the rest of the game, drinking and staring into the flames watching them and only listening to your surroundings for the sound of your name but fortunately it wasn't called. Every once in a while you'd steal a glance from Dylan but he wasn't looking at anyone, basically doing what you were doing.

'What a stupid game.' You thought as you wondered why Dylan wasn't looking happy with this game. At least you and Jacob and Kaitlyn had a reason to be unhappy. Maybe it was because you kissed his crush? Well you could explain it to him later, hopefully... other than that you were glad for him. Not happy. But glad.

"... I choose Nick."

You looked up hearing Emma and from that sentence on almost everyone was unhappy with this stupid game. Abi and Jacob stormed off, Nick and Emma going after them and leaving the four remaining of you in total awkwardness.

******

Not even an hour after the eventful game, shit hit the fan pretty quickly. Abi was terrified, Nick was bitten, Jacob talked of hunters who poured blood on him and cut him down from the tree and Emma was kinda missing.

After Jacob went to look for Emma the rest of you managed to get Nick to the supposed safety of the shack. Kaitlyn took Nick away to take a look at his wounds.

You were sitting in a corner on the ground leaning your back on the wall and watching the ceiling wondering why this night had become such a shit show. Maybe if you had stayed inside like Mr. Hackett told you this wouldn't happen? He shouldn't have hid such dangers from you in the first place though.

Your jumbled thoughts were interrupted as a familiar face appeared in your vision, and raised his head to find out what you were staring at so intently.

"Whatcha doing there?"

The night had become so terrifying that Dylan and all that went down about him had almost been forgotten by you. Almost.

"Trying to teleport somewhere else, isn't it obvious?"

"... am I intruding or something? I can go away if you want?..." he sounded a little disappointed and you rolled your eyes patting the ground next to you for him to sit.

"I meant somewhere safe. Not away from you."

"Ah," he sat down and leaned back against the wall, "...yea, ceilings tend to not do that... verry disappointing really..."

You turned your head to look at him. Normally, the kind of friends you'd become was that you would tease him about the campfire and him kissing his crush, but you weren't in the mood, nor did you want to bring that back up cause it made you feel guilty and would maybe upset him.

"Nick seemed more shocked than injured. I think he'll be fine."

Dylan didn't look at you, he had his knees up and his arms were draped over them, his hands connected with interlaced fingers and he was staring at his hands.

"Well that's good news."

That was a very shorter reply than you expected so maybe he wasn't in the mood for talking so you gladly fell silent and stared back at the roof.

"You know... I need to talk..."

You sighed and nodded your head then remembered he wasn't looking at you so you hummed in agreement.

"...so... about those dares... the smooches and all..."

'Damnit!'

"Oh shit, I offended you, didn't I? I totally forgot to apologize to you, I'm so sorry. I thought kissing you in front of your crush would be the worse thing to do... since Jacob was trying so hard to prove we are together! I thought it would ruin your chances with Ryan if I kissed you..."

You were now turned towards him and watching him intently as he frowned looking surprised but didn't turn to you.

"No. What? No that's not the point-"

"I knew I should've just backed down, so stupid..."

He turned his head towards you watching you with a slightly open mouth until you became quiet again.

"That's not the point either."

You blinked a few times feeling a little calmer now, cause you don't think you did anything worse than that choice so what he was going to say could've been more tolerable now.

"I'm so glad I needed to talk so you could let that out by the way..." he rolled his eyes at you and you huffed, a little annoyed.

"Well then what was your point?"

He looked to be pondering his reply before he shrugged.

"I dunno... it wasn't what I expected..."

"Oh my god Dylan, just talk."

"Okay okay... sheesh..."

Then he looked right into your eyes very seriously and you could feel your heart beat against your chest.

"Anything I say... no matter what...you will stay my friend...right?"

You raised an eyebrow confusion taking over your expression.

"Well, I'll do my best? I mean as long as it's not something too mean and nasty?"

"I hated it when you kissed Ryan."

"I know! I'm so sorry-"

"No it's not because of you...," he sighed before continuing " I didn't like it when I kissed him either."

You could see his cheeks reddening even in the dim light and you suspected you weren't much better yourself in your frustrated state. You tried to joke it off, not knowing what he meant.

"Well Ryan isn't  the smoothest kisser. Can't imagine the Hag of Hackett's quarry story is much of a pick up line for good practice."

He scoffed and the mood lightened for just a few seconds before his next words made it unbearably heavier.

"No, it wasn't his kissing skills... although they were pretty nonexistent, not gonna lie...it was...because of you."

Your heart skipped a beat as you watched him, silently pleasing him to explain himself.

"I was thinking of you the whole time... I didn't like you kissing him... I wanted it to be me... I wanted you to kiss me."

"Yo! Hacketteers! We need to go to Mr. H's quarters to call for help."

With the moment gone and both of you scrambling to your feet to join Ryan, you were only cursing Ryan internally for interrupting your chat.

******

Despite a few attempts from Dylan during the walk to Mr. H's quarters to make you join the conversation, you remained passive. You were deep in thought about the new information revealed to you and your thoughts and emotions were a jumbled mess. Dylan seemed to have gotten the hint and given up on dragging you in the chat.

You felt bad for him, he probably thought he lost your friendship by that confession earlier or something, but not long ago you were put in the same situation at the game, so it wasn't too unfair. You could make it up to him later.

You all entered the shack after Ryan unlocked the door and you started looking around since it was your first time as Dylan and Ryan started handling the phone call, laughing at Dylan's ninety one-one shenanigans, which actually brought a soft smile to his lips.

By the way handling is a very generous word. You were kinda glad the phone cut off and they didn't manage to do their embarassing speech.

2. go down the hatch with Dylan and leave Ryan upstairs / stay in with Dylan and send Ryan out to check the line

"So, now what?" Ryan asked putting the phone down and looking at Dylan.

"I don't know... did you hang up the phone?"

"No, what? Hang up the phone?"

"Yeah like in the movies..." Dyaln went to the the other side of the desk to grab the phone from Ryan and you joined them.

"Well Ryan, you could go check out the line, just outside the cabin."

He looked at you for a few seconds in silence before narrowing his eyes.

"Why should I go?"

"Cause you have the gun and neither of us are good shots."

"You don't know that I might be an awesome shot." You elbowed him in the side and he fell silent catching your hint and dropping his head a little under Ryan's stare.

"Yeeah... no I don't think so. Okay I'll check it out... stay put."

Dylan sat down on Mr. Hackett's rotating chair and gave it a roll before replying to Ryan.

"Just follow the wire to the box, yeah?"

He waved his hands in the air dismissively turning his back on you and leaving the room not too willingly.

"I don't think he'll be back soon."

You hummed crouching and getting under the desk on all fours to check out the wires there.

"Which brings us back to the subject of why you sent him on a goose chase in the first place. Wanted...to... talk... oh."

Assuming by his response you could tell he had done a full rotation and was back towards the desk where you were bent under having found nothing wrong.

"Dylan?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you staring?"

"Just a butt- BIT! Just a bit!"

You chuckled and turned around draping your arms over his lap as you looked up at him, almost all your body still covered by the desk.

"I thought about what you said."

His eyes ripped away from where your hands almost touched eachother in the middle of his legs to look into your eyes.

"I apologize if I overstepped anything... you know? I wouldn't want to lose you as a friend..."

You nodded with innocent looking eyes but your smirk wasn't matching your expression, making him raise an eyebrow at you. You lowered your head until your chin was just barely touching the outline of his dick.

"Good thing your feelings are reciprocated then."

Your chin rubbed on him when you talked and you relished the sound of his breath hitching in his throat as his dick twitched in response making your smirk widen.

"I really didn't like Ryan kissing you too."

Your lips parted mouthing over his rapidly excited shaft from over his pants as your nails scraped up his thighs, reaching the hem and hooking your fingers inside, lightly tugging on it. You could see his knuckles turning white as tightly as he was gripping the arm rest of the chair.

"...I'm sorry ..." he whispared in awe unable to remove his eyes from you.

You tugged and pulled on his pants and he lifted his hips off the chair to help you but you stopped once his dick sprung up, freed and in full attention. You glanced up at his eyes. Dialated pupils glazed over with lust, parted lips forcing each breath through with so much anticipation. You could see the red of his cheeks deepening when your eyes met.

"Are you sorry enough to deserve this?"

"I am truly really very sorry... I should've kissed you. Can... can I kiss you now?"

You could feel the butterflies going wild in your stomach at this man's manners while you had pinned him down, he was asking for permission for a kiss.

"I'd love you to."

His hands immediately left the chair and he cupped both sides of your face, gently pulling you up from under the desk and smashing his lips onto yours. You shuffled a little closer, grabing the back of his neck and pulling him down to you as you hummed in the kiss in appreciation. His lips were soft and warm and you could finally kiss them. You couldn't help a little quiet moan as he sucked your lower lip in between his teeth, lightly flicking his tongue on it before releasing it.

"Guys? Anything different?" Ryan's muffled voice from outside the window broke the two of you apart and you slid back down between Dylan's legs and under the desk as Dylan straightened back up turning to look at Ryan through the window.

"N-no? No. You should keep looking." Dylan yelled back his breathless voice making you giggle under the desk.

"Look for what?"

"What ... what are you even doing on that side? It's on the other side of the shack..."

"What? Man... you serious?"

"Yeah-Fudge!"

You looked up at him with raised eyebrowsat his reaction to you sucking his head in your mouth and hollowing your cheeks around it. You liked it.

"What happened?"

"I... uh nothing...stubbed my toe..."

Ryan waved him off before making his way over to the other side. Once sure he was gone Dylan looked back down at you.

"Meanie..."

You rolled your eyes and started bobbing your head and his fingers that were still cupping the side of your face moved through your hair and rested on the back of your head, no pressure, just a little weight and you hummed around his length making him throw his head back on the backrest of the chair with a throaty sigh.

You didn't have much time until Ryan would be back so you grabbed what you couldn't fit in your mouth and started pumping his shaft in time with the bobbing of your head, it didn't take long for him to start twitching and you swallowed, throat constricting around his head as he finally realesed with a low grunt.

That's when he heard Ryan outside the door and he looked down at you terrified expecting you to let go but instead you gave him another light suck that made his knee jerk.

Ryan opened the door and just in time with that Dylan who had found his voice back decided to voice his feeling at the overkill you were preforming on his throbbing sensitive dick.

"Damnit!" He slammed his hand on the desk just as Ryan met his eyes and breathless disheveled expression.

"Uh.... damn this stupid phone, right?"

"What are you doing? Where is (y/n)?"

You had slid out from under the desk after wiping your mouth and fixing your hair, crawling to the side that was hidden from Ryan and popping up from next to the table.

"Was checking some other wires I found." Your voice was hoarse so you cleared it before continuing to sell your story, "it went down in a hatch but Dylan said there is nothing there, so..."

"Oh yeah the empty hatch."

"Yup. That."

******

"Are you sure there was nothing in the hatch?"

"Nothing useful."

You shrugged wondering if Ryan was as clueless as he was acting to be or he actually believed there were telephone wires going down the hatch.

"It was dark anyway, and the wires weren't for the phone."

"Yeah, the phone was a hopeless case. Not to undermine your sacrifice or anything."

Dylan piped in unceremoniously making you stiffle a giggle as Ryan rolled his eyes at him. He just looked so aloof after your little performance it looked funny and kinda cute.

Wasn't long before you were all inside the announcement shed and were hopelessly waiting around for a reply to communicate with the modern world outside.

That's when everything went to shit. It all happened in a flash, the message you received that you were being chased, the growl from outside even and having to warn Kaitlyn and her group to get inside cover somewhere. Seemed like the nightmare had begun for you this time.

You watched in horror as Dylan's hand got caught by something none of you could make out, but by this time you were all sure it was no bear.

"Ow! Fuck! Help me!"

You rushed to his side to help pull him down as Ryan stood there aiming at the roof and very dangerously close to Dylan's head, probably to shoot in case anything fell off the roof inside except Dylan.

His hand finally got free and he hopped down letting the both of you thumble to the ground as he screamed in pain holding his bloodied wrist.

You scrambled to grab his wrist and apply pressure to stop the bleeding momentarily staring at the punctures and slashes.

"Ah fuck! Ah god! What is this?! Make it stop!"

"What do you want me to do?" Ryan looked at you then back at Dylan, shuffling on his feet.

"Oh fuck it's spreading! Cut it off! Cut it off!"

"Okay okay okay hang on." He looked around then his eyes fixed on his shotgun as he started aiming it at Dylan's arm.

"Move aside, (y/n)."

3. don't let Ryan cut Dylan's arm off/ let Ryan cut off Dylan's hand

You looked at Ryan then at Dylan very concerned as you moved over to his other side and grabbed his right hand. He squeezed your hand as he layed out his left arm on the ground for Ryan and hid his face in your chest and you gently cupped his head closing your eyes.

The sound of the shotgun filled the room along with Dylan's shouting whatever curse he knew, gripping your hand so tight it was hurting, but you didn't let go. Your eyes shot open and the first thing they landed on was the blood that was shooting out from his arm making you jump to action to put pressure on it to stop the bleeding.

You asked Ryan for a belt and tightly cut off the circulation to the gushing stump that was Dylan's arm as he groaned and writhed on the ground pulling his arm to his chest when you finally released it.

"The PA how do I do it?" Ryan walked over to the table looking at the roof for the creature that was stomping around on it.

"The wire... get the wire... and press the button..." Dylan groaned holding his arm close to his chest rolling on the ground.

The screeching noise filled the room and blasted out of the speakers, even so the pained voices of the beast on the reof could be heard as it jumped off the roof and ran away. You didnt care much about reuniting with the rest of the group because you were in a hurry to clean up Dylan's arm.

*******

On your way to scrapeyard, you and Dylan were both mostly quiet for a while only slightly bickering about the long way and if you were lost. You were deep in thought from all the things Laura had talked about and were worried for the thousandth time since the beginning of the night. Kaitlyn didn't go with Dylan cause she had to stay with Abi and Emma so you asked her what she needed to fix the car and she decribed it to you, sending you off on your not so merry way.

Dylan wasn't infected but he was down one arm. An arm he could probably never get back.

"Do you... do you think we did the right thing... about this thing?"

You looked up to see Dylan holding his own wrist and staring at the stump that used to be his hand.

"I don't know Dylan, I really hope so...you're one hand behind so far and it's all my fault... I'm so sorry."

He let his arm drop and put his still remaining hand on your shoulder.

"Hey hey now... it wasn't your fault. I would've been infected if we didn't do this."

"I know but... what if that was better?"

"Better that I was infected?"

"Yeah? Someone would finally shoot the beast that gave everyone this curse and you'd be released..."

"From turning into a blood thirsty naked bear every month until then? No thank you. I'll just get a hook and I'm going to look like a pirate. Cool right?"

"... yeah it's cool alright..."

You looked down at the stump of his hand once he looked away from you, a little bit of guilt creeping in on you once again.

You stepped in through the gates and the lights flashed on with a loud noise making you both freeze for a second.

"What the hell was that?"

"Probably movement sensors... it's alright, let's hurry up."

"Yeah yeah, okay, let's go."

When you got busy looking at some of the cars the lights turned off and when Dylan finally moved over to you they turned on again loudly.

"Aaaah! Son of Binky Bonky!"

Dylan yelled and you couldn't help chucking as you layed a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

"Jesus, Dylan, it's just some lights..."

"Yeah and big loud noise...hey... what about that car up there?"

You looked to see where he was pointing and saw a fairly recently disposed car looking all intact hanging off of a magnet grapple.

"Yeah! Must be it, let's go!"

You agreed to stay down as he worked the magnet grapple and once he dropped the car for you, you went straight to work searching for the piece you needed.

The sound of the loud horn made you jump and looking up at Dylan to see what he wanted you saw his terrified expression making you jump in the car which was lifted off the ground immediately. The beast crashed into the car and the car started swaying side to side, the door opened and you fell off out the car but before the thing notice you the loud horn could be hear again and it was distracted by it and jumped on the control box of the grapple breaking the glass and reaching inside for Dylan.

"Oh fuck..."

You carefully but quickly made your way to the metal stairs of the grapple. You saw the flames pouring out of the broken window and burnt the beast that howled in pain and jumped off, scrambling away into the woods.

You reached the cabin and looked inside, seeing Dylan alive but bloodied on his shoulder. It was as relieving as it was terrifying.

"It... it bit me..."

"I know... it's alright..."

You stepped inside hugging him to your chest and petting his head as he tried to calm down hugging you back and listening to your heartbeat.

End of prequel

#the quarry #dylan x gender neutral reader #dylan lenivy x reader #dylan x reader #dylan lenivy

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Another

Dylan x gender neutral reader!

Part 1

Cause this boy didn't get nearly enough lovin ;^;

A prequel to the knight in the baggy shirt?

Maybe I do a sequel too ;)

Choices choices

You can now make one of two decisions at 3 parts and maybe one in the sequel. First choices (in red) are in this post and I'll add a link for the second choices so click on it and go to the relating post.

(Also I changed the turns, it's Dylan then Abi and instead of Emma it's Ryan who takes the lead from Abi, then asks Jacob for his dare.)

"Truth or dare, (y/n)?"

You looked from Kaitlyn who was still mad at Ryan's dare for Jacob, towards Jacob himself as he was putting on his pants after his leap over the fire, staring you down like he was daring you to dodge the bullet like Abi did too. Why did Ryan had to jump in Abi's turn and hand the turn right over to Jacob? Right at the beginning too when you still had hope to skip any embarrassment at Jacob's hand. Well that hope's crushed now.

Honestly you were tired of evading Jacob's questions and teases. Tired but not done. With a heavy sigh you put your drink to the side leaned forward on your knees and stared back at him.

"Dare, Jacob."

It wasn't cause you were brave or anything, just if you chose the truth he could ask you the question he was pesturing you about since he found out about your little secret a week ago, and you didn't want to break the game by lying nor did you want to humiliate yourself in front of everyone. But with dare maximum he could do was make you kiss someone, and IF they were olay with it. So many options really.

"Oho ho you think you're smart, huh?"

The others had no idea what the two of you were talking about so they were wondering why choosing Jacob's dare is smart for you.

"Okay then;"

Jacob clapped his hands and rubbed them together visibly thinking hard to try and bust you somehow.

"How about a simple kiss choice then, huh? Who you're gonna kiss, Dylan, or Ryan?"

'Simple choice, difficult consequences.' you would've scoffed but he would know he's caught you. So your just lazily dragged your eyes from Ryan to Dylan. Ryan was slightly surprised he was dragged into this, but Dylan was the one that made you nervous. Eventhough he kept his easy smile, you couldn't read him to know what he was feeling.

And he had become your close friend very quickly through the past weeks, whose mood you could read easily so it wasn't a good sign that he was showing you this expression now.

Jacob had unknowingly or impressively knowngly put you in a terrible position; you suspected it was the former cause you found it unbelievable for him to be this attending.

He was making you choose wether you wanted to kiss your best friend who was also your secret crush, or kiss your best friend's secret crush. You knew this secret because Dylan had subtly hinted it out loud more than a few times, and not so subtly hinted it to you; asking something about how cool is the brooding mysterious vibe or something. The point was, probably whatever you chose would upset Dylan but which one would upset him more? Kissing his crush in front of him or him in front of his crush?

As your eyes landed on Dylan for the last time you briefly thought about backing down but then it would not only prove Jacob's point but then he would embarass the shit out of you for the remaining time you had at the quary.

1.kiss Dylan / kiss Ryan

"Well, Dylan, may I?"

"Knew it, I'm just irresistible, aren't I?"

He grinned at the polietness and did some smug self important gesture with his arm and puffed out chest, to lighten the mood, but while a few of the people around the camp laughed, it didn't do anything to calm you as you could still not be sure if he was playing his annoyance off or not.

You stood up and walked over towards him, leaning down and resting a hand on his lower thigh close to his knee, balancing yourself as you leveled your face with his.

"I apologize for Jacob's inconvenience."

"It's fine. Don't worry about it."

You couldn't not worry about it. You leaned in and pressed your parted lips onto his, his lips were soft and warm and slightly moist from his drink that he had put away and before you could stop yourself you very softly sucked in his lower lip a little.

You didn't know why you did that. Maybe because you really wanted to and it was probably the last time you'd get to?

You were kicking yourself internally as you felt him pull his bottom lip away and embraced yourself for the humiliating look he would give you once you would pull away but to your surprise he tilted his head to the side slightly and your lips connected once more, this time even more firmly.

"Thought you were just friends huh?" Emma snarked with a smirk as she pulled one leg over the other crossing her legs and leaning back.

You pulled away from Dylan as heat rose to the tips of your ears and pushed yourself off his knee, removing your hand, hoping the light of the flames wouldn't expose your embarassed blush as you made your way back to your seat. What was he doing? Did he like the kiss or something? Or what if it was only a demonstration of his kinda show off personality?

"We are. Good friends too. You should try it some time. You know? Having friends." You sassed back and she rolled her eyes but laughed at your comeback.

"Well Emma, truth or dare."

"For you, honey, truth." She squinted her eyes at you and gave a fake smile, which made you smirk.

"Okay then, on the subject of you not having friends, tell us one of Jacob's embarassing secrets."

You were trying to not pay attention to the side Dylan was sitting at all, and get back at Jacob for possibly ruining your nice friendship.

"Hey! That's not fair! Can they do that?"

"(Y/n) can ask whatever and... well yeah... I guess if Emma chooses to answer, then... yeah they can pretty much do that."

You didn't even bother looking at Dylan as he explained what seemed to be his only just now made up house rules for his game.

"Hmm, Let me think." She tapped her chin with a finger dramatically, looking deep in thought.

"Well, I remember he once said that he used to practice french kissing with Kaitlyn. But she had to stop cause she said he was a terrible kisser. Honestly. I can confirm."

Your eyes moved onto Jacob with a sly grin as he looked like he was ready to sulk. You did your best to ignore Dylan's stare but you could see him in your peripheral vision, watching you as the others picked on Jacob.

"Whatever man." Jacob huffed crossing his arms and leaning back, away from you all.

"Ryan. Truth or dare."

"Dare. Gimme what you got."

"Okay Ryan. I dare you to kiss either Kaitlyn... or Dylan."

You couldn't help glancing at Dylan as he finally stopped watching you to look at Emma, then at Ryan. You wanted to see his expression at Ryan's choice. The moment of truth, huh?

"Wow... I mean... I guess bothe's off the table?"

'Damnit' was it your fault he thought Dylan was not an option anymore?

"Okay. Dylan, let's go."

Your heart dropped as Dylan smiled and since Ryan didn't look like he was going to go to him like you did, he stood up and headed over with his beer in hand, the others cheering and whistling for him.

'Didn't even bother get up to do his own dare. How mysteriously ungentlemanly.' You rolled your eyes bitterly.

It was a very short peck though and it ended quite fast.

"Always happy to please."

"I did say I'm irresistible." Dylan made his way back to his seat and it seemed like this time it was him who was avoiding your gaze.

"Can I change my mind now?" Ryan looked at Emma and she chuckled shaking her head,

"No take backs buddy."

You weren't paying attention to the rest of the game, drinking and staring into the flames watching them and only listening to your surroundings for the sound of your name but fortunately it wasn't called.

'What a stupid game.' You thought as you wondered if anyone was happy. Not you or Jacob or Kaitlyn so far. Maybe only Dylan. Well you were glad for him. Not happy. But glad.

"... I choose Nick."

You looked up hearing Emma and from that sentence on almost everyone was unhappy with this stupid game. Abi and Jacob stormed off, Nick and Emma going after them and leaving the four remaining of you in total awkwardness.

******

Not even an hour after the eventful game, shit hit the fan pretty quickly. Abi was terrified, Nick was bitten, Jacob talked of hunters who poured blood on him and cut him down from the tree and Emma was kinda missing.

After Jacob went to look for Emma the rest of you managed to get Nick to the supposed safety of the shack. Kaitlyn took Nick away to take a look at his wounds.

You were sitting in a corner on the ground leaning your back on the wall and watching the ceiling wondering why this night had become such a shit show. Maybe if you had stayed inside like Mr. Hacket told you this wouldn't happen? He shouldn't have hid such dangers from you in the first place though.

Your jumbled thoughts were interrupted as a familiar face appeared in your vision, and raised his head to find out what you were staring at so intently.

"Whatcha doing there?"

The night had become so terrifying that Dylan and all that went down about him had almost been forgotten by you. Almost.

"Trying to teleport somewhere else, isn't it obvious?"

"... am I intruding or something? I can go away if you want?..." he sounded a little disappointed and you rolled your eyes patting the ground next to you for him to sit.

"I meant somewhere safe. Not away from you."

"Ah," he sat down and leaned back against the wall, "...yea, ceilings tend to not do that... verry disappointing really..."

You turned your head to look at him. Normally, the kind of friends you'd become was that you would tease him about the campfire and him kissing his crush, but you weren't in the mood, nor did you want to bring that back up for yourself.

"Nick seemed more shocked than injured. I think he'll be fine."

Dylan didn't look at you, he had his knees up and his arms were draped over them, his hands connected and he was staring at his hands.

"Well that's good news."

That was a very shorter reply than you expected so maybe he wasn't in the mood for talking so you gladly fell silent and stared back at the roof.

"You know... I need to talk..."

You sighed and nodded your head then remembered he wasn't looking at you so you hummed in agreement.

"...so... about those dares... the smooches and all..."

'Damnit!'

"Oh shit, I offended you, didn't I?as I said before I'm sorry. I thought kissing your crush would be the worse thing to do..." you were now turned towards him and watching him as he frowned but didn't turn to you.

"No. What? No that's not the point-"

"I knew I should've just backed down, so stupid..."

He turned his head towards you watching you with a slightly open mouth until you became quiet again.

"That's not the point either."

You blinked a few times feeling a little calmer now, cause you don't think you did anything worse than that choice so what he was going to say could've been more tolerable now.

"I'm so glad I needed to talk so you could let that out by the way..." he rolled his eyes at you and you huffed, a little annoyed.

"Well then what was your point?"

He looked to be pondering his reply before he shrugged.

"I dunno... it wasn't what I expected..."

"Oh my god Dylan, just talk."

"Okay okay... sheesh..."

Then he looked right into your eyes very seriously and you could feel your heart beat against your chest.

"Anything I say... no matter what...you will stay my friend...right?"

You raised an eyebrow confusion taking over your expression.

"Well, I'll do my best? I mean as long as it's not something too mean and nasty?"

"I liked your kiss better."

You could see his cheeks reddening even in the dim light and you suspected you weren't much better yourself. Despite a little sense of pride and satisfaction swelling in your chest, you tried to joke it off, not knowing if he was just saying that or if he meant it.

"Well maybe Ryan is not a good kisser. Can't imagine the Hag of Hackett's quarry story is much of a pick up line."

He scoffed and the mood lightened for just a few seconds before his next words made it unbearably heavier.

"No, it wasn't his kissing skills... although they were pretty nonexistent, not gonna lie...it was... you."

Your heart skipped a beat as you watched him, silently pleasing him to explain himself.

"I was thinking of you the whole time... and how much... how much I liked kissing you..."

"Yo! Hacketteers! We need to go to Mr. H's quarters to call for help."

With the moment gone and both of you scrambling to your feet to join Ryan, you were only wishing he would stop interrupting you every time.

******

Despite a few attempts from Dylan during the walk to Mr. H quarters to make you join the conversation, you remained passive. You were deep in thought about the new information revealed to you and your thoughts and emotions were a jumbled mess. Dylan seemed to have gotten the hint and given up on dragging you in the chat.

You felt bad for him, he probably thought he lost your friendship by that confession earlier or something, but not long ago you were put in the same situation at the game, so it wasn't too unfair. You could make it up to him later.

You all entered the shack after Ryan unlocked the door and you started looking around simce it was your first time as Dylan and Ryan started handling the phone call, laughing at Dylan's ninety one- one shenanigans, which actually brought a soft smile to his lips.

By the way handling is a very generous word. You were kinda glad the phone cut off and they didn't manage to do their embarassing speech.

2.Go down the hatch with Dylan and leave Ryan upstairs / stay in with Dylan and send Ryan out

"Well guys, I can see the wire going into that hatch over there. Gonna go take a look. Dylan?"

He looked at you then at the hatch, and even though he raised an eyebrow wondering if you really thought that wire was the problem or not he shrugged his shoulders and stood up.

"Let's go then. Ryan? You gonna watch out for us, yeah?" He made a shotgun gesture with his hands and Ryan scoffed.

"Yeah, but up here. You're on your own down there."

"T'is cool. C'mon."

You pulled off the hatch and took a quick look inside into the darkness then started your descent without any delay. Dylan took a quick look around the room and hopped in after you, but when he got to the bottom of the ladder upu were already making your way towards the back of one of the shelves towards a bunch of devices with lots of wires. He strolled towards you lowering his voice looking around the cellar like space.

"You... you do know that it didn't cut off from here, right?..."

He stood behind you in the narrow space between the wall and the shelf and watched your back as you fumbled with the device.

"No idea what you're talking about."

He frowned at the back of your head, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Listen... about earlier... what I said about the... uh... dare..."

You smirked, deciding it's already time for your little plan.

"What about it?"

You leaned down to take a look at the device on a lower shelf and in the process firmly but gently pushed your ass onto his crotch, your smirk widening hearing his breath catch in his throat as he got stuck with his back to the wall, his hand hovering on either side of your hips, not knowing whether he should touch you or not, his eyes darting between your ass and the back of your head. He could vividly imagine your smirk.

"O-oh... uh ... well... I guess I got my answer?... and a big more-BIT! I meant bit! A bit more..."

"...sure you did."

You subtly wiggled around a little and he sucked in a breath, biting his lower lip to hold it in. It took some time and he even decided to rest his hands very lightly on your hips but when you could finally feel the slightest hint of the effect of your grinding you were again interrupted by Ryan's voice from above.

"What is taking so long down there?"

Dylan seemed slightly frozen and before he could stutter something risky you cut him off.

"There are a lot of wires, we're looking for the...the thingy... of the phone..."

You looked back over your shoulder at Dylan for help and taken aback he yelled the first thing that came to his mind.

"...the switch panel... yeah... in case there are other...phones..."

"Oh. Well hurry up."

"Okay! Alright! Got you man!" Dylan yelled back grimacing at his own awkwardness and the look you were giving him.

"Other phones? Really?" You whispered to him and pushed back onto him teasingly.

"hey... I didn't see you having a better idea..."

He immediately regret saying that as you stopped all movement suddenly and started pulling away, even trying to gently hold you there by his hands on your hips.

"Yup, I don't think the problem is here." You teased in a playful tone, straightening back up.

"No no, you should look more... I'm sure it's somewhere down there... you could check the lower shelf... over... there..."

He trailed off defeated after you pulled away but watched you curiously as you turned around and grabbed his collar firmly.

"Oh? You think so?"

"...yeah I do..." he whispered absolutely amazed by this turn of events. You pulled him by his shirt and smashed your lips onto his, silencing his delighted gasp. This time you were sure you were doing the right thing so your kiss was way more fluid and he was holding you in place by his hands on your hips. When you were satisfied with suckling and tugging his lips, you swiped your tongue over his upper lip and he didn't waste a second deepening the kiss, moving one hand up to cup the back of your head and and pulled you even closer.

You let go of his collar and moved your hand down his chest till you reached the hem of his tshirt. Sneaking your hand underneath it you brushed your fingers on his bare skin before pressing your palm on his lower abdomen, breaking away from the kiss to smirk at him.

"Am I looking low enough?"

He watched you with hooded eyes, breathless and his lips parted and glistening.

"Not if you are looking for the actual panels... where you are, you just flipped the switch..."

"On?"

"Yeah, very on-"

You didn't let him finish when you cupped his dick through his pants and gave it a gentle squeeze making him hiss quietly, his fingers digging in your side a little.

"Yup. That's it. that's the control panel."

You palmed him through his pants, feeling the outlines of his lenghth as your fingers got familiar with the shape, looking for a good grip.

"I don't know, Dylan, doesn't feel right. Maybe I should look deeper?"

"...d-deeper?"

You dived your hand down his pants and grabbed his whole package, rubbing your thumb over his already dripping slit, before giving his lenghth a light jerk.

"Oh fuhck..."

He leaned his head back on the wall, mouth falling open in silent and quiet little gasps as your lips latched on to his neck for wet warm open mouthed kisses.

******

"You took so long down there, I thought you'd already called the cops and all."

You shrugged wondering if Ryan was as clueless as he was acting to be or he actually believed you were looking for the phone line down there the whole time.

"It was dark."

"Yeah, pitch black. Had to feel around for it."

Dylan piped in unceremoniously making you stiffle a giggle. He just looked so aloof after your little performance it looked funny and kinda cute.

Wasn't long before you were all inside the announcement shed and were hopelessly waiting around for a reply to communicate with the modern world outside.

That's when everything went to shit. It all happened in a flash, the message you received that you were being chased, the growl from outside even and having to warn Kaitlyn and her group to get inside cover somewhere. Seemed like the nightmare had begun for you this time.

You watched in horror as Dylan's hand got caught by something none of you could make out, but by this time you were all sure it was no bear.

"Ow! Fuck! Help me!"

You rushed to his side to help pull him down as Ryan stood there aiming at the roof and very dangerously close to Dylan's head, probably to shoot in case anything fell off the roof inside except Dylan.

His hand finally got free and he hopped down letting the both of you thumble to the ground as he screamed in pain holding his bloodied wrist.

You scrambled to grab his wrist and apply pressure to stop the bleeding momentarily staring at the punctures and slashes.

"Ah fuck! Ah god! What is this?! Make it stop!"

"What do you want me to do?" Ryan looked at you then back at Dylan, shuffling on his feet.

"Oh fuck it's spreading! Cut it off! Cut it off!"

"Okay okay okay hang on." He looked around then his eyes fixed on his shotgun as he started aiming it at Dylan's arm.

"Move aside, (y/n)."

3.Dont let Ryan cut Dylan's arm off/ let Ryan cut off Dylan's arm

"What the fuck guys?! Calm down!"

You stood up and stepping over Dylan on the ground so Ryan doesn't use the chance of you out of the way to shoot his arm off. You grabbed the arm and pushed it to the side glaring at him.

"Nothing is being cut off! We can fix it. Give me a belt."

You knelt back down next to Dylan and tightly wrapped the belt above the wound, not tight enough to cut off the circulation but to slow it down while Dylan moaned and writhed on the ground.

"I'm going to do the PA now, both of you don't do anything stupid!"

"The wire... get the wire... and press the button..." Dylan groaned holding his arm close to his chest rolling on the ground.

The screeching noise filled the room and blasted out of the speakers, even so the pained voices of the beast on the reof could be heard as it jumped off the roof and ran away. You didnt care much about reuniting with the rest of the group because you were in a hurry to clean up Dylan's arm.

*******

On your way to scrapeyard, you and Dylan were both mostly quiet for a while only slightly bickering about the long way and if you were lost. You were deep in thought from all the things Laura had talked about and were worried for the thousandth time since the beginning of the night. Kaitlyn didn't go with Ryan after she heard about the fact he had been bitten and you asked her what she needed to fix the car and she decribed it to you, sending you off on your not so merry way.

Dylan was infected. And since he was immediately ready to get rid of an arm to avoid that, it was basically your fault for interupting the process.

It was a choice you would stand by anyway.

"Do you... do you think we did the right thing... about this thing?"

You looked up to see Dylan holding his own wrist and staring at his previously wounded hand that was now completely fine with no marks.

"Well... I don't know? You are one hand ahead at least, no? Will Just turn into a mangy mutt once a month. And if it wasn't the right thing ... then I am to blame. You were ready to chop it all to hell and I didn't let you..."

You looked at his pale face, looking like he has had a high fever for a while now, and you felt a bit of guilt creep in your head.

"Haha funny. I'm gonna be a wolf, not a mutt...and definitely not mangy, mind you..."

He dropped his arm and looked up at you.

"But you're right. Thanks for saving my hand."

"I'm sorry but I'd do it again."

"I know, I know, you're pretty stubborn."

You stepped in through the gates and the lights flashed on with a loud noise making you both freeze for a second.

"What the hell was that?"

"Probably movement sensors... it's alright, let's hurry up."

"Yeah yeah, okay, let's go."

When you got busy looking at some of the cars the lights turned off and when Dylan finally moved over to you they turned on again loudly.

"Aaaah! Son of Binky Bonky!"

Dylan yelled and you couldn't help chucking as you layed a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

"Jesus, Dylan, it's just some lights..."

"Yeah and big loud noise...hey... what about that car up there?"

You looked to see where he was pointing and saw a fairly recently disposed car looking all intact hanging off of a magnet grapple.

"Yeah! Must be it, let's go!"

"Um? You can stay here to look at the car once I drop it."

"And give you the chance to crush me underneath? No thanks, I wanna check it out!"

He shrugged but smiled at your enthusiasm letting you lead the way to the grapple.

End of prequel

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[diaco1968]

The knight in the baggy shirt

Dylan x Gender neutral reader

TheQuarry, Dylan is infected

A mix of the Nick&Abi pool scene and the Dylan and Katelyn scrapeyard scene but with you and Dylan ;)

Your foot slipped on the wet metal step unable to stop your momentum from jumping off the magnet grapple, almost toppling face first onto the stairs ,but a strong arm wrapped around your abdomen pulling you back into a firm figure, breath hitching from the force and the impact, your hand shooting up to grab the forearm wrapped around you for reassurance. You did expect him to be lean but didn't expect him to be toned and firm under his baggy loose clothes.

"Oh wow I almost broke my neck... thanks."

The nose poking around in your hair had you realise just how close he was holding you, you were very much engulfed by Dylan's body and he was sniffing in your hair. His right arm was wrapped around your abdomen all the way from your right and resting on your left hip, still in the same position as he caught you from falling, pressing your back into his chest.

"...Dylan?"

"You smell great... so sweet..." he rasped lowly in your ear with a serious voice very unlike his usual carefree friendly voice and you felt the hair on the back of your neck stand on edge, as your fingers wrapped tightly around his wrist trying to pull it off of you slowly. It wasn't the same sweet voice he had charmed you with when he pecked your lips tenderly next to the campfire after everyone else had left.

"...uh...thank-"

"I wonder if I could take a bite."

He said it in a way that if you weren't paying attention you would pass it off as a very normal thing to say.

"...what the fuck dude?..."

You had heard these words before not too long ago right before Nick had turned into one of those nasty things, you knew this wasn't Dylan talking, especially since you felt his teeth scarpe on your skin as his jaws started closing around the side of your neck. You raised your hand slowly in his field of vision as a sign of submission, knowing he can't even see the fear in your eyes.

"Dylan," your voice came out as a quiet whisper, his teeth started pressing into your neck harder.

"You are hurting me..."

His fingers twitched on your hip, his grip ever so slightly tightening. After a long pause he let go of your neck and pulled his teeth away from it, resuming his much taller normal posture instead of looming over you and started speaking again, his voice now more like himself.

"... you should probably get away from me then... cause you're smelling very ... uh... edible right about now..."

You tried to pull his arm off you again but he was gripping you just as firmly as before.

"I would, if you... you know? Let me go."

As if realising his actions just now he pulled his arm off you and took a step back defensively holding his hands up in surrender. His yellow eyes gleaming in the light, even more prominent while surrounded by the dark bags under his eyes.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... um... whatever that was that I was doing..."

"It's okay..." it kinda wasn't really, your heart was still beating in your throat. But you knew it wasn't really his fault, so no point guilt tripping him.

"No it's not... I really mean it... I think you should go... what if I can't control myself next time?"

You looked around at the scrapeyard fear gripping you.

"No way! I'm not going back alone! It's almost an hour walk! In the woods! All alone?! Hell no..."

"I don't want to hurt you!"

"Better you than whatever is out there!"

Heavy silence fell over the two of you as you stared each other down before he finally sighed and rubbed his hand over his face giving in.

"Okay... okay...that's a problem...so? I saw a cabin thingy in that corner... we could go there and that way... that way you will have a bit of defense, if I...uh..."

"Yeah... great."

"Alright let's go then."

He started heading off and you followed him.

"Dylan?"

"Yeah... yeah?"

"Thanks... I really don't want to go alone..."

"It's okay, let's just hope, you won't regret this..."

***

Inside the cabin after a not so long discussion, with his own agreement and for your safety you decided to lock him in a separate room with a metal door.

And for a long time it looked like a good idea.

Until a giant man decided to show up and look for you. A giant man you got to know to be Bobby Hackett.

"I am not going anywhere with you! Fuck off!"

"That's not very nice to say."

The little bit of barricade you had managed to make in front of the door crumbled with each kick or shove Bobby did on the other side and soon enough he was inside launching his body at yours and in the last moment deciding to instead grab you by the neck and haul you over to the door as you kicked and struggled to get free; all the while Dylan watching through the fenced glass window of the door.

His voice loudly pleading with your persuer was muffled by the closed door as he was struggling with the lock to open it and come to your aid.

"Hey man!... C'mon... pick someone your own size or something... at least..."

"I asked daddy and he said to bring this one to the house. And that's what I am going to do. You might be next too."

You managed to break free after you bit Bobby's arm, scrambling towards the room Dylan was stuck inside. Your throat was feeling hoarse from the force Bobby's grip had on your neck.

"Ow! Did you infect me? Never been bitten before, come here!"

"(Y/N)! This way! Let me out."

You turned around once you reached the door to face Bobby approaching, hands searching blindly behind you for the handle as you watched Bobby make his way towards you. Finally finding it you unlocked the door, which flung open behind you before you could push it or lean away from it, your weight making you fall backwards on your butt.

Dylan had literally pried the door open and with a feral growl his figure flew from above you across the room slamming into Bobby and knocking him out of the door and out of your view.

You couldn't help but to shuffle backwards more inside the room, still sitting on the ground paralyzed with fear. What just happened wasn't at all like Dylan; getting physical with someone that big and buff? And what was the deal with the growl... was he losing it already?

You could hear them struggle for a while but in the end Bobby seemed to have gotten out of it alive as he ran off with heavy footsteps, calling for his dad on the walkie talkie.

You could feel your heart beat in your throat as you heard much lighter footsteps coming back towards the room.

His gleaming yellow eyes was the first thing you recognized as he appeared in the doorway. His expression was his usual nonchalant smirk, but in total contrast with his sick looking face. He looked like he was in pain but was holding it back. And as scared as you were from him turning, you couldn't help feeling sympathy towards him.

"Do I perhaps... get a reward for my bravery? You know saving the... uh... person in distress and all?"

As terrified as you were, his familiar quiet tone made you feel a bit easier.

"I could perhaps reward my," you had to get over the huge cringe that threatened to break loose before continuing, "knight? In shining armor? Or loose baggy shirt more like..."

"Would appreciate if you stopped underselling..."

"Yea, you're right. What do you want, Knight?"

"I say we should pick up where we left off at the campfire...rudely interrupted by screams of terror and despare... I wasn't finished. Not even close..."

You stared at him for a few seconds mouth opening and closing, having nothing to reply.

"Are you... you're not serious, right?"

"Yeah, no... I kinda am. Who knows, we might die or something... I don't wanna regret things I didn't get to do... so? You in? Orrr...?"

He was standing over you by the time he stopped talking and his hand was held out for you to take and get up.

Your mind was racing. You were into him, he had a point, but was this situation the right time and place? You had just witnessed the calm and friendly Dylan aggressively launch himself at a way bigger man. What if he was going to turn soon.

But what if you would never get to do this...

"I guess I'm... in..."

Your hand had already subconsciously stretched out and grabbed his waiting one without you even noticing it, so he pulled you up with ease letting go of your hand as soon as you were on your feet.

"Oh well, let me show off my new superpower a little."

"Your wha-! Dylan!"

His hands had reached out grabbing your waist and hoisting you up against the wall like you weighed nothing more than a pencil, your immediate reaction was to shoot your arms out around his shoulders and when he stepped closer, pressing you further to the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist too.

"Cool, right? Should've seen the look on that guy's... what was it?... Bobby? Yeah that's what the guy in the walkie talkie called him...whatever, when I pushed him across the yard, Easily 10feet away!"

You were staring in his yellow eyes in awe as he spoke as if everything was normal, as if he wasn't bitten and turning into a blood thirsty beast, as if he wasn't pressing you to the wall, his body so close you could feel everything; his heartbeat against your own, his oddly minty breath on your face, his excitement...between your legs...

You were sure the heat creeping up your neck was very visible even in the darkness of the room.

"You're kinda making me shy staring at me like that..."

"Oops, sorry... not every day you get to see a soon to be wolf tell you violent things he did to the big bad stranger with such excitement... don't even get me started on those big yellow eyes..."

You moved your hand to card your fingers through his hair.

"Big eyes to see you better with..."

Your eyes drifted from his eyes to his lips and before you could reply his lips crashed over yours shyly, but passionately.

You could get used to this half Dylan, half beast.

Too bad you didn't know if either of you would make it out of this alive.

Prequel now available in:

Part1

Part2

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[diaco1968]

Bakugou x Reader

Heavily inspired by assasins creed odyssey, which strangely enough isnt much of a favorite game of mine at all

Spartan commander!Bakugou x persian commander Reader

*Warnings!noncon dubcon force and struggle, hair pulling, choking, slapping , unhealthy relationship...

Amazing Art credited to: https://clarissaferguson.artstation.com/projects/aRD6G0

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It infuriated him to watch you, the confusion that flooded his brain doing nothing to alleviate his frustration, was he bothered because of the shackles and chains binding your once proudly armor clad figure, or was it the humbling slave clothing shamefully displaying too much of you for everyone to see.

What used to be a very familiar fabric worn by slaves all over Sparta looked so strange and out of place on your usually expensively covered body that he soon found himself noticing stupid irrelevant details on how ridiculously little it covered or how terribly it was sewn.

Still, all this was better than when he finally gathered the will to take a look at your face. He had seen you frown many times before, your concentration method on the battlefield, but a scowl so deep he had never seen on your face. Nor did you once look up from your hands firmly and uncomfortably hanging from the chain connecting them to your neck. Not in a submissive or shamed way, not at all; more like you couldn't be bother paying attention to the insignificant greeks around you.

These people clearly didn't know who you were, otherwise you wouldn't have gotten to where you were being sold off as a common slave today. Macedonia was always more tolerant towards Persian invaders; way too tolerant in his opinion. Had it been Sparta though, you wouldn't have been alive right now.

That point indirectly led to his current situation. He was pondering wether or not he should purchase you before anyone else would, in front of his own Spartan troops that he knew recognized you very well.

And no his little secret obsession with you wasn't the reason he wanted you; in fact that same obsession was the reason he was in his current predicaments in the first place.

"Can this one read and write?"

"Oh yes indeed, in fact she is much more intelligent than just that!"

"How so?"

"She is from Persia."

His eyes snapped onto the man standing next to him, his glare so fierce it would cause him to tremble; had he seen it.

"Well well, a Persian one, huh! Must be very expensive then...?"

Unlike him, you probably having heard that same conversation many times already didn't bat an eye at the men talking.

The sharp pain shooting through his gut brought him back to the situation at hand, and reminded him of the actual reason he had hunted you down and why he could absolutely not let anyone else have you.

"I'll take thi-"

"Step aside."

The authoritative voice cutting off the slave trader and the bargaining man caught your attention immediately. You knew this voice. And you knew that you shouldn't have heard him here, or anywhere at least for a while. Unless he had figured everything out since the night before. Making sure to not let your smirk show, you raised your head to meet his fiery eyes, much more prominent now with how pale and sick he looked to be.

"Excuse me, but-"

"You are excused. How much for the Persian Slave."

He made sure to spit the words out with venom in his voice, and as he had predicted you reacted by a silence snarl.

"I'm sorry but this man here was interested in the same one, you should probably wait for him-!"

The trader was silenced by a heavy looking coin pouch being shoved in his hands as Bakugou stepped in to grab you by the chain that connected the shackles on your wrists and pulled you up on your feet.

"Uh... sold!" You could hear the trader trying to move on with his business as if this brute of a Spartan general didn't just interrupt him.

"Missed me, huh?"

He cursed under his breath as he yanked you into the narrow gap between two houses and pushed you back against the wall.

"Whoah that's not how honorable Spartans treat their unarmed foes..."

You trailed off watching him as he tried to quickly shed his cloak off, shaky fingers making the fabric catch on some edges of his sharp armor. You would've made fun of him had the predicaments were less serious.

" though I must admit I am interested in what I'm seeing...What am I seeing exactly?"

"Silence!"

He messily draped the cloak over your head, momentarily faltering and having to lean on his hands on the wall behind you, having you step back into the wall and effectively caged by his body, hands placed on either side of your head. His pale face was close enough now, that you could see the effects of your handiwork last night.The bags under his eyes and chapped dry lips. Dehydration already?

He hated you as he felt his energy drain from him slowly; you sneaky dishonorable snake... but yet, as he leaned over you, the way your eyes were watching him wearily yet curiously, your face was so close... your delicate yet trained figure practically half a breath away.

A breath he could barely heave.

Because of you.

He pushed himself off the wall and away from you.

"What a gentleman, covering this humble slave up like this..."

"It's not for you, it's to not have any unwanted attention dragged my way. There are people who know who you are."

"And yet you are wearing that golden shiny armor, I'm sure no one will pay attention."

"By the gods will you ever shut up!"

He grabbed the hood of the cloak and pulled it roughly over your head, covering more than half of your face by it. His hand firmly pressed on your shoulder, pushing you forward.

"Move."

"What do you want with me anyway..."

"As if you don't know."

"I have a few guesses."

His eye twitched in annoyance, his jaw clenching, finding the nerve of you unbelievable. You could feel his fingers dig into your shoulder so tightly that you knew there would be indents of them there later.

"You can't feel your fingers, can you?"

The change of your tone from the usual casual annoying one to a serious one caught him offgaurd.

He was hoping that he was playing it off well enough not for you to notice, that you would think he had come for you to punish your act of treachery.

Not for you to figure out he actually needed you.

"You poisoned me." He hissed under his breath.

"You are the enemy."

"It was a truce discussion!"

"As your spies cleared out my ranks?!"

This was the (y/n) he knew best. The demanding firm voice of a captain, with the ferocity of something much more majestic than a venomous snake...

Only too bad you were mistaken.

"Where is the antidote."

He pulled off your hood but you had realized long ago that he was taking you to your raided and deserted camp. The last stand before they had over run you with their forces, where your soldiers fought and probably died.

"I don't know."

"Now listen here you poutána*!"

He spun you around and grabbed your neck, using all the power he had left in his body, to lift you up by the neck and hold you against the wooden walls surrounding the camp. With a sharp strangled inhale your hands shot up to grab his wrist as you panicked lightly not feeling the ground beneath your feet, mouth falling agape. You didn't expect him to have this much left in him, feeling as if a little more pressure and he would crush your neck, if it wasn't for the tang of fear for your life you could say you were impressed, but the pain was soon forgotten as your vision started to get blurry, the lack of air disrupting your normal body functions.

"If I die, you die!"

You wheezed trying to maintain eye contact despite the strong feeling of your eyes wanting to roll back in your skull as a response to the tight choke hold.

"And if I die, you die too. Only I make sure by the time my men are done with you, your precious king will not even want to claim you back."

You had no idea what he meant by that threat, in fact you had no ideas at all, it felt like all your thoughts were jumbled in a mess of yarns and they were knotting tighter by the second, the darkness had creeped in the corners of your eyes, pulsing towards the center and tunneling your vision, as your lungs started burning. Your eyes felt heavy and warm and you felt as though they were about to pop out of your skull.

"Fine!...I... tell...!..." you had to force the words through your teeth.

His hand gave one last squeeze to your neck in warning, the pain intensified by the lack of air to your head almost unbearable, before he let you drop back down to your feet.

You slid down the wooden beams and straight onto the ground, heaving your lost breath.

You did not want to do as he told you to, to exhaustedly and weakly sit on the ground in front of him, to even look up at him; it was too humiliating for you, but then again you must do what must be done.

Without moving your head or eyes towards him you cleared your throat and collected yourself as gracefully as you could manage.

"It should be among my belongings, who confiscated them?"

"I don't know. And I don't care. Make one."

"I need the poison itself to make an antidote."

"Again, I don't-"

"Yeah yeah, I bet you will start caring when your arms and legs stop working."

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose knowing damn well he was ordered not to meddle in things that weren't his business, but he couldn't just go reason with them that he fucked up and he needed help with it, in fact the less people knew of your existence/survival, the better things would be.

"I may be able to find out...how much time do I have?"

He would of course never let himself sound defeated in front of you, but still if you paid attention you could tell in his voice that he wasn't hoping for much from you anyway.

You grabbed a thorn bush from the ground and stood up, moving closer to him and grabbing his hand.

He narrowed his eyes at you but didnt stop you until he saw you ready to stab his forearm with a particularly sharp looking thorn. He was too late though and he watched as you pierced his skin with the thorn and blood strated dripping down his arm, ready to scold you. Except, he didnt feel a thing. No pain, no pressure, no nothing.

The harshness was completely unnecessary, you hadn't held back from the stab and looked at his expression searching for pain, listening for any kind of sound indicating it and then watched as a few drops of blood pooled into the penetrated wound and dripped down his veiny arm plopping onto the ground in silence.

You had hoped he did feel the pain and that he would wince or show any kind of emotion. But you weren't sure why, was it that you wanted to inflict any sort of damage on him to compensate the smallest amount of humilation you suffered, or was it because you were hoping he had more time left?

"Maximum early morning."

His eyes were staring into your soul. First time ever that you've seen them with no fire at all, just blank. You were starting to feel kind of bad, but it wasn't like he was faultless either, he ambushed you too!

He turned away from you and started pacing around, measuring his options. He could request from a Makedonian superior for the persian confiscations, which had an slim chance of success, but low to no risk. Or, he could try and steal it, which well if he was caught he'd be as good as dead anyway.

"You are a nuisance, you know that?"

You narrowed your eyes at him feeling a bit underwhelmed.

"You find out I have given you barely a day to live and that's the worst you can do? Insult me?"

He felt the need to sit down, he's body slowly feeling too heavy for him to hold up for a long period of time.

"And to think you did it for naught too..."

"Naught!? You dare say that sitting in my ransacked camp!?"

"I wanted to discuss peace!"

Before you could express your disbelief on how he could sit there in the middle of a military camp with its dirt soaked with your men's blood and deny his crime, you were interrupted by the sound of footsteps  whipping your head back towards the gate and immediately reaching over to cover your head with the hood again.

Bakugou seemed ready to stand as well when he saw an spartan soldier approaching the two of you but his posture relaxed when he saw the man pull off his helmet to reveal his face.

"Kirishima."

You knew him too, he was the right hand of Bakugou, practically glued to him, in fact now that you thought about it you were surprised he wasn't there since the beginning.

"Seriously, you find out you've been poisoned and the first thing you do is stomp off to buy some 'company'?"

He glanced at you not seeing your unimpressed face from under the hood. Scoffing at the idea.

"Hah!... hardly the company I would ever seek."

Kirishima raised an eyebrow taking a second to think before his eyes widened as he walked over to you and pulled the hood off your face, almost jumping back again with a gasp.

"No way! She's alive?!"

You sighed finding all this a bit too annoying.

"So you're going to be better now?"

His attention was back on Bakugo but he tried to discreetly put some distance between you and himself.

Tried, because you noticed it immediately, smirking at him as he glanced your way and looked away uncomfortably.

Bakugou might not have been affected by you, but you were a fearsom foe. Apparently even when bound.

"Do I look better to you?!"

Kirishima looked sad for a fleeting moment before he composed himself.

"I thought it would take time for the antidote to work..."

"There is no antidote."

The men turned to look at you, disbelief and anger practically oozing out of Bakugou, but before he could snap you in half you continued.

"That's why I need the poison back to make one. I had no intention of making one before, you deserved what was coming to you."

That seemed to get a reaction out of a frustrated looking Kirishima.

"What do you mean?! He was the only one who wanted to make peace with you! Even against the orders of the c_"

"Kirishima! Shut your mouth!"

Your interest was peaked now. There was some information Bakugou was willing to hide with his life at stake. Information leading to your revenge.

"Orders of who?"

Bakugou glared at you for a second before having to redirect his eyes back on Kirishima.

"But she needs to know!"

"When I order you to shut up, you will listen to me!"

"But she thinks you_"

"I do not care what she thinks!"

He barked making all three of you get engulfed by a heavy uncomfortable silence.

Kirishima sighed and looked away but he wasnt going to give up on his superiors life so easily.

"I seek permission to talk, commander."

"Only to me and not at all about that damned thing!"

He nodded and pursed his lips to rephrase his words.

"With all due respect, sir, without the proper... information, your life might still be in danger. She could be wasting the time you have left on a fools errand. Or worse make you something other than an antidote or something..."

Bakugou heaved a sigh, irritation completely visible in his face.

Your eyes had been curiously snapping between the two of them this whole time but now they rested on Bakugou, watching his helplessness, his choice between his duty and his life, his despare looked oddly beautiful to you.

"Your argument is considered. Now moving on to the actual problem."

Kirishima was defeated but he didnt seem to want to accept it.

"You will trust her with your life right after she tried to take it?"

"I will."

Foolish...

"If I survive she will have her freedom back."

...not so foolish after all.

"Based on the looks on your faces and your desperation, I can tell that I have a proposition you can't decline."

They both turned to you, irritated by your demeanor and the prospect of you attempting to waste their time even more.

When neither of them said anything you continued.

"As I thought. I can sneak in and take back what I- I mean what you need."

The absolute silence was broken by Bakugou's dry laugh as he gave you a nasty look.

"Yeah, right. You can infiltrate an entire Spartan camp all on your own. Sure."

He glanced at Kirishima taken aback by his expression and the fact he didn't join in on his ridicule of you. Completely the opposite, he was dead serious looking at you.

"What if you run away?"

"What the fuck, Kirishima?"

Kirishima was staring at you intently waiting for your reassurance probably?

"Well, it's not going to be easy running away from inside an spartan camp while two other Spartans are stalking you from outside."

"So you won't run away?"

"Kirishima, who said I will send her in there?"

"Commander, a second please. Say that you won't."

You narrowed your eyes at Kirishima while Bakugou surprised by Kirishima's audacity was glaring at the two of you.

"I won't run away."

Kirishima didn't look convinced but he turned to Bakugou and bowed his head.

"I don't know if she can be trusted to do it or not, but as to if she can do it... I can assure you she can... just like she did in my old training camp..."

Bakugou remembered this incident very well, it was the first time he met Kirishima, it was a ransacked camp with bodies scattered all over as if dead in an instant in their posts, striked by lightning. Even some in their sleep. Were you the one responsible for that?

He turned to you and you held his gaze until another wave of pain surged through his stomach.

"Fine. You'll do it."

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These guards would have been way less troublesome if the idiots had given you a blade or something, but they didn't want to risk it, and not to mention allow you to kill any 'innocent' Spartans.

You scoffed as the guard at the doorway walked off letting you slip inside unnoticed.

Yes, somehow they managed to forget to mention it was a fort you were infiltrating not a simple camp.

You froze as you almost didn't notice the guy sleeping in the back of the room right until he snored. You sighed and walked to the only important looking table in the entire hellhole of a fort.

And sure enough there was your stuff, your documents scattered around the table along with some of theirs, you picked them up and immediately burned your own. Better destroyed than in spartan hands. Next you spotted the vial and snatched it putting it in your pocket. But you weren't done. You just had to sneak a peak at the other documents. Some letters that you tried to read. And a creepy looking mask.

'The needle?... eyes of Kosmos?...lords of the aegon sea?...'

You had no idea who these people were, but by the uncomfortable feeling that started forming in the pit of your stomach you could tell there was something bigger than just Spartans about this. Was this the thing Kirishima was telling you about? Were these people the ones who slaughtered your men?

Your eyes moved towards the sleeping man in the corner as he shifted in his sleep and you just had to do it. You stalked over watching him before leaning down and grabbing his dagger strapped to his side. You sat down and with a snarl slit his throat.

After all, all is fair in war.

Now was your chance to sneak back out but you didn't have any intention to go back to your captors. You did feel guilty about what you were doing but you didn't trust your fate in his hands. You could make the cure on your own and send it to him.

Deep in your thoughts you reached a decision as you lept off the wall and rolled the fall off cursing the humble clothes you've been given as they provided no armor, dusting yourself off.

"You said you won't run away."

The hair on the back of your neck stood on edge as you composed yourself before turning to face none other than Bakugou.

"I wasn't running, was I?"

He narrowed his eyes at you, knowing you seriously thought you could grt away with this only playing with your words.

"Walking?"

"Exactly. Could you catch me if I was running?"

"You can't do it."

You raised an eyebrow at him.

"You are awfully humorous for a dying man."

"I am not joking. Do it. Run."

You narrowed your eyes at him and took a step back, he took one forward. His suggestion sounded very threatening but it was legit a suggestion... what were the odds he could run after you after having the poison in him for almost a day.

You whipped around to zoom away but not even a few seconds later you got tackled to the floor.

"That's not fucking possible!"

Protesting and flailing under the weight over you, you managed to roll over only to find out it was Kirishima who was on top of you as Bakugou loomed over both of you.

"As I said, you can't."

"Should've known you're already too weak for this kind of exercise."

He looked down at you as Kirishima reached in your pockets and grabbed the vial of poison handing it over to Bakugou, who crouched next to you.

"You've proven untrustworthy time and again. So, excuse my manners but I find this necessary."

Before you could figure what he meant your hands were held down by Kirishima who was straddling your legs and Bakugou grabbed your jaw, forcing a good portion of the same poison you just retrieved down your throat. Making sure you swallowed it they both let go of you allowing you to cough freely.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

His fingers curled around your chin and raised your face holding your gaze for a few seconds, before heaving a sigh and rising to his feet.

"Well, now you have to make the right antidote, if not for me, for yourself."

He kicked your leg gently urging you to get up and you still in disbelief from the audacity stood up very slowly.

"Hurry up, we don't have much time to lose now, do we?"

He pushed you forward but you didn't pick up your pace.

"You don't, not me."

You knew you should've kept your mouth shut but before you could stop yourself you blurted out.

Before you knew it a pissed off Bakugou leaned down, grabbing your waist and hooking his hand around the back of your legs his shoulder digging in your abdomen, and the next thing you knew you were in the air draped over his shoulder, with his hand resting on your ass.

"Whoa there! Could've brought a horse!"

Kirishiam just as surprised as you stepped forward to help bring you instead but his hand got swatted away by Bakugou.

"Make sure no one see us."

☆☆☆timeskip☆☆☆

It was a very uncomfortable trip to their outpost so when you finally arrived and were let down, you couldn't help but to heave a sigh of relief, but before your stomach could settle or anything, he immediately pushed you down.

Taken aback you flopped down on your ass disgracefully as you looked up at him assuming he just did that to be a jerk, but he didn't look like he was done. The look in his eyes wasn't something you could pinpoint.

"I know you didn't tire yourself at all for the risk of the poison spreading faster. But there are other ways to make someone's heart race."

"Yeah? What are those?"

His hand shot out and grabbed your pants as you tried to move away startled.

"What are you doing?!"

"You."

You could not believe the heat that rose to your face in this situation as your heart hammered against your chest, you grabbed his hand to pry it off you but instead he just grabbed your wrists, pinning you down and ripping off your clothes.

"Get off me!"

You managed to kick him in the chest but it wasn't strong enough to stop him, only made him snarl and move your legs out of his way to settle between them, arm hooked around your left leg holding it up and making you imbalanced for any other kick you attempted.

The same hand around your leg reached all the way around and grabbed his cock, stroking its lenghth and rubbing it over your core as you squirmed around underneath him.

"You are going to pay for this!"

He looked up in your eyes as he started pressing his dick in you. You shut your eyes tight, gritting your teeth as you pulled on your wrists to loosen his grip to no avail, gasping sharply as the tip popped inside you and the angle made him slide in all the way to the hilt.

"No, you are paying now. So be a good girl and take it."

He didn't bother waiting for you to adjust before he was already thrusting in you, figuring it would just give you more time to flail around and struggle.

"You w-worthless piece of shit! Ah! Who do you think you are-ngh!"

He wrapped one hand around your neck, his other hand let go of your wrist and he slapped you across the face the shock making you fall silent as your whole body went rigid, you looked up at him, your mind racing at a break neck speed. But not fast enough to predict the second slap that landed on the same cheek.

You jerked trying to move away from the source of the pain, freeing one hand and pushing against him, but he yanked you back by the neck and slapped you a third time.

The heat and the sting on your cheek was killing you as the hand around your neck restricted your airway making you shut your eyes tightly.

"Eyes on me."

He wasn't sure what he was doing, the way your eyes became glossy was deep down very frustrating for him, making his heart clench, but on the other hand, you were a terrible brat that needed to be knocked down a notch or two.

"I said open your eyes!"

His hand struck your cheek once again as the sound of his roar rang in your ears and you immediately opened your eyes.

"Mnnnh!"

Finally giving in with a little helpless yelp you stopped struggling as a wave of pleasure forced itself over your body making you wrap your legs around his waist submissively instead of pushing him away with your hand now resting wearily on his arm, your delicate face not used to such treatment, warm tears sliding over the redness on your cheeks making them sting; and as humiliating as it was you felt you kinda deserved it, and even worse you liked it. This man was unarmed and significantly weakened by the poison having only hours left to live and still he could take you on so effortlessly, his brute force was turning you on. And you knew he could tell by the way you were gushing and quivering around his dick.

"Now that's a good girl."

His hand loosend around your neck and he stroke your cheek wiping off the tears that were streaming down it.

"I... I get your point... you can stop now..."

Your meek barely audible voice felt like a stab into his heart but still he wasn't going to give this last chance of his up, even though it might've been the last time he would get to do this.

He had to take you. Make you his, even if only once.

"If you think I can stop now, you definitely haven't gotten my point..."

He whispered back at you, his thumb dragging on your jaw before his fingers snaked through your hair grabbing a fistful and yanking it back to expose your neck. His thrusts picked up in pace and he leaned down into you to nibble on your neck. It was very satifying to him the way he found and exploited your sweetspots, the way your walls quivered and clenched around his lenghth in response, ready for a little push. His teeth sank in at the base of your neck and he relished in the sounds of your moans, his back muscles shuddering under your nails and from the warmth of your juices seeping out of you around him before dripping down.

He leaned back a little, pausing to watch your expression, your face drowned in pleasure and frustration, cheeks flushed red and panting heavily as sweat dripped down your temple, whining quietly.

"You are wasting your time!"

You moaned as his face moved up from pressing into your neck to dragging his lips over your jawline making you shiver.

"hardly."

His lips pressed against yours firmly, moulding them into yours.

He wished he could feel you better. Your skin under his fingertips, but his fingers had already lost most of their sense.

☆☆☆timeskip☆☆☆

you mustve dozed off during the night,the past couple of days having finally taken its toll on you, cause when you opened your eyes it was already morning. You looked next to you where you vaguely remembered seeing Bakugou lay as he got worse right before you gave him the antidote and drank your own. He was sitting there watching you, looking doubtfull which was very out of character for him.

"You look much better."

He knew, and from the moment he figured his life wasn't hanging in the balance he had been worrying about something else. Your small voice not helping his case at all.

"I'd say thanks to you but, you caused it all so."

You rolled your eyes and he felt himself get even more nervouse. It was either now or never. He raised his hand slowly, watching you watch him wearily as his fingers stroked your cheek before moving slowly to wrap around your jaw.

You couldn't help but panic. Feeling your heart drop realizing that no matter what you had done for him or what the deal was, he couldn't just let you go. You were the enemy after all. He was going to kill you, wasn't he...

"We had a deal! I prevented your death!"

His fingers were fixed firmly around your jaw but surprisingly there was no force at all to them.

"And you are once again a free woman."

He leaned in till his face was barely a breath away from yours, just lingering there. Eyes moving from your eyes to your lips. Waiting. He was hoping, praying that you wouldn't push him away, that he could make it right this time.

As you were frozen in your spot, staring at the ponds of crimson in his eyes, it took you a much too long time to realise what was happening. There was no force in his motion, he was merely touching your face, in his own possessive way, waiting for your answer to his preposition.

He was waiting for you to kiss him.

The panic washed away in a second and was replaced by a hoard of fluttering butterflies in your stomach as you recalled the events of last night, heat pooling in the pit of your stomach. As forceful as he was in the beginning, he became way too sweet and gentle towards the end of the night.

"I always knew Spartans aren't much for speeches, but," you leaned in, your fingers snaking to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, watching as the anxiousness drained slowly from his face, replaced by something else, you couldn't pinpoint, relief maybe?

"To be this shitty at flirting?"

"Oh shut up!"

"... no slapping this time..."

"Can't promise anything."

He jerked back as you slapped him hard across the face, turning to glare at you before His lips parted into a knowing smirk, crashing his mouth onto yours with such familiar passion you couldn't help the little quiet moan that left you.

**Persian silk tree seeds, neurotoxin,ginkgotoxin

**excuse my google translate; poutána=whore

#Bakugouxreader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugou katsuki lemon #spartan Bakugou

[diaco1968]

hi, I was wondering if you could do toga with a fem reader who is having an Enucleation and is really nervous? Sorry if this request is kind of gross.

ps. an Enucleation is the surgical removal of the entire eye. (if you look it up, be careful looking at photos bc some are really graphic) and Don’t worry, its only my right eye, my left eye is perfectly fine ;)

@exactlycasualzombie

Oh dear I'm so sorry to hear that, but I like your spirit very much :D and I bet your left eye works better than both my eyes combined ;)

Ps, it is not gross at all, like any other medical procedure :*

Wishing it goes very well and you get well quick<3

And I'm sorry if Toga is ooc, I've never managed to connect to her properly :(

The reaction she was giving you wasn't what you were typically used to after you explained what was going to happen. While her lips were parted and mouth was agape in disbelief, her widened eyes were gleaming with excitement. Probably very vividly imagining the whole process? Who knew.

"Um, if you could not look so happy about it?"

"But it's so cool!"

She grabbed your face on both sides as she maintained a very intense eye contact, thumbs stroking over your cheekbones.

"Might be, but it's still unnerving anyway..."

"Aw, sorry, you have a point. Let's see,"

She settled back down in her seat on the couch and pulled your head close, placing it on her chest and hugging it softly as she started carassing your hair, making you lean forward onto her awkwardly, but not uncomfortably.

The side of your face was pressed on her soft chest and you were feeling her heartbeat vibrate through you, it was calming.

"How about we look at it some other way, hm?"

"Hm."

The warmth and the pressure of her hug had taken away some of your edge so you nodded subconsciously to whatever she was rambling on about this time.

"We are gonna wear matching eyepatches! Oh my god! So cute!"

She squealed suddenly making you flinch and pull away slightly to look at her in disbelief.

"No! Toga, focus! That's not my concern right now."

She blinked staring back at you innocently tilting her head to the side.

"... I mean sure we can do that after... but, I'm nervous, okay?"

Her expression softened and she tugged you back down onto her as she took a more horizontal position on the couch, making you shift and finally settle between her legs, sprawling on her chest, once again comfortably.

"Do you want me to stab the doctor?"

Her tone was so serious that you had to chuckle, the fact that you knew she might've even meant what she said made it even funnier.

"Wha? No why would you do that."

"I don't know, shouldn't they make you feel reassured or something?"

"... I'm sure they did all they knew how... but like... what about the operation? Or..."

You looked up, resting your chin on her sternum, met with with a relaxed grin. Not really matching the turmoil inside your head as you thought about all the pictures you have seen and all the things you have heard.

"Oh don't you worry, you won't feel a thing! And that's the best part I can think of. It will be so easy."

You sighed, that's what everyone said anyway.

"Yeah, I bet it won't be as easy afterwards though..."

She looked at you, the smile gone. Looking at her own injured eye wasn't much help either.

"What do you think will happen afterwards?"

"I don't know Toga!"

You huffed and pressed your face back down into her boobs.

"Okay I know, let me tell you. Nothing different happens. You will have an eye that works perfectly. And a matching eyepatch with me!"

"Yea, except you don't need an eyepatch after a while!"

"Are you kidding?! I will keep it on for you, sweetie."

You heaved another sigh and she resumed stroking your hair.

"Listen, it's like any other wound. Like any other scar. Except it's cool. And you can tell the world 'hey I survived this' without saying a word."

She tilted your head and leaned up to bump her nose lightly onto yours.

"And if you don't like, you don't have to match eyepatches with me," she grinned as she watched you roll your eyes.

"You can have so many other options, there are ways no one will even notice it's gone. But then again, you are amazing as you are, why would you want to hide that."

She gave you a peck that lasted a few seconds, her lips lingering on you after she gave you a little squeeze.

"The offer is still on the table though..."

"What offer? The matching eyepatch?"

She raised an eyebrow at you as she reached down and held your hand in hers.

"Don't be ridiculous. I can still stab your doctor if you want."

"Toga!"

"Just saying."

Her grin was back as she unexpectedly rolled you over on your back trying to tickle you to make your worried expression go away as she simultaneously mouthed warm kisses over your neck and collarbone down to your chest.

Once you both settled back down you noticed the familiar tint of a blush creeping on her face again.

"What?"

"Nothing. I'm just really digging it right now."

"Digging what?..."

"Oh my fair lady~ my Calypso~"

She chimed giving you a smirk.

"...what are you talking about,Toga?"

"Pirate roll play obviously."

"... I'm going to make you walk off the plank before you manage to get your sea legs..."

"Ooh~ promise?"

#toga himiko #toga himiko x reader #toga x reader #bnha #mha #REQUEST

[diaco1968]

I was wondering if you would be able to write some headcanons about Shigaraki getting a 'good luck charm' from the fem reader and his reaction to being accidentally broken in some way? No pressure or hurry! <3

"What is this?" With a raised eyebrow he held the little chain between his thumb and index finger letting the little charm dangle and swing.

A very sassy eyeroll accompanied with "hah! What are you? 7?" And yet it was still between his fingers held tightly.

"I don't need luck anyway." He waved his free hand dismissively as the Keychain made its way into his pocket discreetly, before he wrapped his arm back around your shoulders.

He wears the thing all the time. Literally as long as he has clothes on, it's around his neck under the clothes. Doesn't really need it when he doesn't have clothes on, does he? ;)

He is kinda embarrassed to wear it in front of everyone since he thinks the whole concept is a bit weird for the head of the league of villains but secretly he really cherishes it cause it came from you.

Is low key convinced there is a bit of luck to it since it saved him from a quirk in 2 different occasions, repelling the effect once it hit the charm.

3rd time though, apparently 3rd time is really the charm or what they say. He took a heavy hit to the chest and he felt the thing shatter under the force of it all.

Oh he was furious...

He grabbed the guys arm twisting it behind him as he tripped him and slammed his head to the ground, and let's just say he didn't stop there.

His team didn't get an answer for the reason of his sudden rage, it was supposed to be a normal easy job...

He was grumpy the whole day even after he got back to the hideout.

He even spilled his drink over his favorite clothes.

You had to corner him in his room and ask him a few times personally, prodding at him until he finally tell you what was wrong.

His hand reached in his pocket and pulled out the charm, messily shattered into pieces and handed it to you, almost almost pouting, not a word from his lips.

You stared at the charm for a while before starting to laugh.

"Oh fuck off!" He started stumping away flustered but you quickly hugged him from behind. "Relaaaax, I'll make you another one~"

#tomura shigaraki #tomoura shigaraki headcanons #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomoura shigaraki x reader headcanons #tomoura shigaraki hcs

[diaco1968]

reader fem invite tomura to several game matches, but the last thing they want was to play, but she doesn't regret inviting him, please could write a picture like that.

I'm sorry for the looong wait ×_× I got hit by a writer's block continued by getting caught up in studies and having to move

Warnings! Smut/lemon/ kinda rough/choking/hair pulling/biting... yk... Tomura XD

"Aren't you tired of playing the same game over and over again?"

You huffed from your place behind him, head laying down on your arms that were folded on the coffee table, bored out of your mind from watching him run around on the same path for the past half an hour, collecting things like a crazed hoarder on Crack.

Tmoura shot you a look from over his shoulder before shrugging them, leaning back on his chair that he had pulled up to the TV in the middle of the room without pausing his game.

"You have a better idea?"

You blinked, opening your mouth but paused, eyes darting between his red eyes and the enemy that was sneaking behind his clueless character on the TV screen, not really having anything else to do in mind anyway. You closed your mouth again.

"That's what I thought."

He slashed the npc before he had even fully turned back around making you huff annoyed again. 'You can at least lose a few times to make it interesting...'

That's when an idea popped in your mind and you grinned mischievously making your way over to sit next to his chair on the ground. He glanced at you briefly before his eyes were once again glued to the screen.

"What now."

He sounded annoyed, but there were hints of boredom and intrigue in his voice so there was no way he'd turn you down.

"How about we play together then."

He paused the game this time to stare at you, and you almost backed down immediately before he scoffed and laughed at you mockingly.

"You want to waste my time, is that it?"

You frowned as you folded your arms over your chest and huffed out.

"I can learn to play, I'm a fast learner!"

"You are?"

He paused the game and quit to main menu with a sly smirk.

"Fast learners can learn in the midst of action ."

The multi-player button being chosen on the screen had never looked this intimidating as he pressed on it and it started loading the game.

"But there is still the subject of winner's reward and loser's punishment to discuss."

You raised an eyebrow unsure of yourself now.

"Punishment?... why do you have to make it so serious?..."

"But that's the most important part of every game. otherwise it would just be a pointless thing wasting your time. My time."

He handed you the controller and you glanced at the screen almost sure that he would be so pissed if you backed down now since he already quit his game for you, staring at the controller, unable to think of a reward or a punishment.

"I don't know... how about the winner can do whatever they want when they win..."

"...how very original... deal." He flopped down next to you on the ground.

His hasty reply flew over your head, completely oblivious to the spark of mischief and excitement in his tone, as you turned to the screen. No tutorial, just you against him straight away.

"What?! That's not fair! No tutorial!"

"That's how I did it."

"Against a dumb npc!"

"Too late to back down now, hurry."

His character slashed at yours in warning and you jumped back messily rolling out of the way, dropping your shield by an accidental frenzy of button smashing.

"Well... you might be slippery but doesn't make you less dumb."

"Tch... shut up Tomura."

He launched an attack on you before you could grab and equip your shield back on, and despite your frantic button smashing and a few lucky hits here and there, he had you K.O. ed in a matter of minutes.

"Noob."

"What the fuck! No! You couldn't possibly beat me at (your Game)!"

You were kinda insulted cause you were no noob but you also were kinda sorta envious of his fluid movements too. He was good. So good it was kinda hot.

"Do you want to waste more of my time losing at (your Game) too?"

His voice hinted that his boredom was resurfacing at the thought, and honestly, you had way better ideas to spend the time.

"Nah there's something else I want you to make me lose," you turned to him and put the controller down.

His eyes snapped onto you immediately, vaguely recognizing your tone, eyes glinting as he watched the opportunity in front of him unfold.

"What would that be?"

He whispered as he watched you

intently while you crawled your way over his legs on your hands and knees, till your nose brushed against his and you straddled his lap. Draping your arms over his shoulder you leaned in close, subtly letting his chin brush against the top of your breast as you licked the shell of his ear before sucking in the earlobe and whispering in his ear seductively, watching the goosebumps rise on his skin.

"My voice~"

Your back was flush against the floor before you could even gasp from the shock of his sudden movement, wide eyes staring up at him as he smirked over you, all too ready to oblige.

"You are playing a dangerous game, lil' bunny."

"Oh no, I hope I don't lose." You smiled up at him innocently and his grin widened.

"You still think you can win?"

You huffed but he hushed you quickly pressing his lips onto yours, you hummed satisfied, tracing your fingers up his forearms before hugging his neck and pulling him closer into the kiss. His lips moved against yours gently at first but they started getting more demanding, the kisses turning wet and heavy and breathy as his hand wrapped around your throat while the other groped it's way down your side and to your hips, holding you still on the floor as his hips started bucking into you, grinding his rapidly hardening shaft on your crotch. It wasn't too long before he was hastily pawing off your clothes and you squirmed around to help him wrapping your legs around his waist as he positioned himself at your entrance.

"Is this what you wanted the whole time? Why didn't you just say so?"

"I tried-ah...oh..."

His dick poked at your dripping opening and slid between your folds a few times, watching your slightly breathless expression twist in pain and pleasure as he thrusted inside slowly. It was frustrating the way he was intently watching you so you went to turn your head but his fingers moved up from your neck and gripped your jaw making you face him and keeping you in place, meanwhile his lower palm kept pressing against your windpipe. You gasped as he started thrusting in and out of you with measured deep but slow strokes that had your heightened senses feel every vein and curve on his thick shaft. He was too good at this, he could melt you down in minutes as long as he could watch your expression, the little twists in your face, the way you tried to close your mouth despite the lack of air but it would fall back open as his cock head bumped against that tricky little spot inside, your legs wrapping onto him tightly and nails digging in his forearms. You looked completely at his mercy. And you knew it. He could see you knew it, and you so submissively accepted your fate. He leaned in to rasp in your ears.

"Such a good little girl for me.Taking me so good, are you?"

You squeaked as your eyes rolled back and your orgasm came crashing over you having you twitching under him. His fingers unwrapped and let go of your neck, letting you gasp in some air as you came down from your high.

"Do you accept defeat?"

You were watching him with dilated lustfilled eyes and he knew he did a job well done. It wasnt over yet, you knew him as well as he knew you and you weren't going down so easily. Your lips parted forming words so meek he couldn't hear and he leaned down to hear you.

"What did you say?"

"I said, are we fucking or are you coddling me?"

His eyes widened and he gave you a glare that frighetend even you for a second.

"Turn."

The glint in your eyes was a telltale sign of your mischief, you knew you had him as you scrambled up to change your position as his hard grip on your thigh helped you.

"I said turn!"

You landed on your front with a huff and gave him an over the shoulder smirk. His fingers tangled in your hair and he pulled your head back with a fistful of hair making you crane your neck and arch your back.

"You think you're clever, don't you?"

"Ah... I'd like to think so...ugh-AH!"

His cock ripped through you so fast that you only felt it when his hip bones connected harshly with your ass, knocking the air out of you as a loud yelp.

"You think

flaunting this perfect ass at me is your Trump card, do you?"

His hand landed sharply over your bottom and you jolted away from the harsh pain mewling, fingers digging in the ground to crawl away, but once again he yanked you back by the hair.

"Well well, where do you think you're going~"

"Ahhh~ f-fuck..."

He placed the hand that wasn't in your hair on the small of your back, leaning his whole weight on you, effectively making you unable to move at all, pinned to the ground. He started a brutal pounding pace, your walls clenching around him in anticipation as your front grinded on the floor. But his pace was erratic you knew he couldn't keep it up for long. And you could hold it in as long as he didn't-

He let go of your hair and grabbed the back of your neck instead, leaning flat over you as he growled in your ear, the angle having him rub at every spot inside as he went in deeper and deeper.

"Such a horny little slut, thinking you have me in the bag don't you?"

His teeth sunk in your shoulder and you screamed, cumming hard and clamping down around his length tightly, immediately milking him as he scrambled to pull out of you and pumped himself over your red ass.

Both sweaty and panting heavily as you lay there for a few moments with him hovering over you.

"Fuck... amazing..."

"I think... we can both agree... that was a draw?"

#tomouraxreader #Tomoura shigaraki x reader #Tomoura shigaraki #Tomoura shigaraki smut #Tomoura shigaraki lemon

[diaco1968]

could do when reader is playing, and tomura likes to hug you but likes to stick his hands under your shirt and grope you. Thanks

I think I'll go with some short dirty fluff here😉

He was exhausted. His back was hurting, his fingers were twitching and his skin was stinging even after he took a shower and washed off the dirt from the mission.

'Dirt.'

The task he had just done flashed around in his mind, each time bouncing back with a new detail he didn't really need to remember. All the sweat, the gore, the dust was making his mind restless in contrast to his aching body, and all he wanted to do was to sleep it off. All he needed now to be able to go to sleep was one thing. He was going to find you and fuck you silly.

That was the plan until he found you sitting on his bed, wearing his shirt -that looked just deliciously oversized on you-, your eyes glued on the tv biting your lower lip in concentration as you clutched the controller in your hands.

He watched the lights dance on your face for a few seconds as you failed to notice him. The shirt was hanging off one of your shoulders and was hiding all the curves he loved and just knew were under there somewhere. Seeing how cute you looked like that now he was conflicted between wanting to drill you into his bed and just chill beside you, letting you mind your business.

He made his way over to you and you only realized when the bed dipped behind you and you slid back into his chest, turning your head to make sure it was Tomoura himself and not some creep. Not that anyone would dare get this close to Shigaraki's girl, but you were in a place that villains came and went freely, so you should've been alert anyway.

"Tomoura?"

"You are so distracted you didn't even notice me come in..."

"Who'd come inside your room anyway?"

"You should be more careful," His hand ran up your arm and his long fingers wrapped around your neck pulling you further back against his chest, squeezing your airway a bit, "someone could literally kill you while I'm gone. Like this."

He squeezed and your mouth opened to compensate the lack of air as you dropped your head back and looked up at him pleadingly with puppy eyes batting your lashes at him. He licked his lips as his eyes moved from your eyes to your lips, loosening his grip on your neck.

"Well that is another thing you shouldn't be doing while you're being murdered...they might find better uses for you than to just kill you."

His other hand slid up your bare side, under the shirt, his fingers tracing light touches over your abdomen, fingers lightly lifting the weight of one of your boobs before groping it tightly.

"Well that is the point isn't it? It's better than dying."

"Is it? I will kill you if you make that face for someone else." His fingers twitched around your neck.

"Nah you won't kill me,"

You smiled, reaching up and grabbing his wrist, removing it from around your neck, he huffed as his eyes trailed down to your hand guiding his under the baggy shirt and placing it on your other boob as you leaned back into him getting more comfortable.

"You will kill them."

"True."

He shrugged burying his face in your neck, placing open mouthed kisses on you, rolling the soft flesh of your boobs around between his fingers enjoying the warmth, randomly tweeking your nipples just to make you jump and distract you from your game every once in a while. He could feel the exhaustion leave his mind as his form relaxed, moulding into yours eventually. He liked it like this. He had fists full of boobs and he could feel the soothing rhythm of your heart from where your back was flush against his chest.

"Don't think you'd get away with it unpunished though."

"Still beats dying."

But as nice and relaxing as this was, soon enough the boobs in his hand would start feeling different, the perked nippled rolling between his fingers beckoning him for more as his cock would start standing in attention. And that was when he decided you weren't going to finish this game today.

"Actually you know what?"

He grabbed the controller from your hands and put it to the side, watching your confused face as you turned to look at him.

"I think I need to re-teach you the rules."

#Shigaraki x reader #Shigaraki Tomoura x reader #Tomoura x reader #Shigaraki Tomoura #Shigaraki tomoura oneshot

[diaco1968]

And another haikyuu one cause this is a masterpiece aight?! 🥵🥵🥵

Consummate /// Kuroo x f!Reader (18+)

Summary: [Yakuza AU] You’ve been engaged to Kuroo Tetsurou since you were six, and you’ve hated him almost as long. Too bad you’re never going to get rid of him again.

A/N: tysm to the lovely commissioner of this piece! You deserve a medal for putting mean Kuroo into my brain 🥴 Nice boys make such good bastards 🖤

Tags/warnings: borderline dubcon, hatefucking, power play, mutual degradation, impact play, almost? breath play, bullying/violence/blood (not toward reader), mean!Kuroo & reader, mild prey/predator dynamics

Girls are supposed to plan their weddings.

You only know this secondhand. You never really had a lot of female friends. Not close ones, anyway, and not the kind who would obsess over venues and dresses and flowers. But you know they do it—girls in TV shows are always clipping pictures out of wedding magazines and making scrapbooks and stuff. You used to judge, but only because you were jealous. It looked like fun: the fantasy that one day you’d get swept off your feet by Mr. Right, that he’d put a ring on your finger and promise to love you forever. ’Til death do you part.

But those fantasies belong to other girls. Not you, never you. You were never going to get to choose a damn thing.

Actually, you did—once, back in middle school. You were new and there weren’t any rumors yet about what your father did for a living, so you had a few friends. Girls. They were talking about their crushes, the boys they liked, and they wanted you to confess too. You said you didn’t have a crush but they wouldn’t take no for an answer. It wasn’t fair, they said. You had to like someone.

So you said a name, a boy in your class who was nice to you. He had soft, light hair and he helped you with cleaning duties once, and he could never really meet your gaze but he spoke to you so kindly. He was gentle. And you didn’t know men were allowed to be gentle like that, and you liked it. You said his name, and the girls you were talking to giggled and promised never to tell.

But they did.

You didn’t see the fight. Not that it was really a fight, not with the boy you liked pitted against Kuroo. Kuroo—a grade older than you, tall and muscular even then, delinquent, every inch the young master of a yakuza clan. You heard he got his first tattoo at ten years old. It was a beating.

Back then, you heard Kuroo yelling your name through the open windows of the school building after classes let out. He was in the middle of the courtyard, holding your crush up by the lapels of his uniform. He was bleeding (your crush, not your fiancé), face scratched and swollen pink. Bruises already forming. He looked like he was going to cry.

“(Y/N)!” Kuroo shouted, face lit with the manic joy of beating the shit out of the boy you said you liked. He threw the other kid down onto the grass and wiped the sweat off his forehead with raw red knuckles. “Thought you’d never come.”

“Kuroo, what the hell?” You were screaming, pushing through the crowd that had formed around the fight like crowds always do. People were looking at you.

“So this is your type? This fucking crybaby?” Kuroo aimed a light kick at your crush’s ribs and he wheezed on the ground.

You pushed Kuroo. “Shut up!”

He stumbled back but caught his ground without missing a beat. “Look at him whining—you really like this pussy?”

“SHUT UP!” Everyone was staring—people were looking out the windows now, pointing and whispering your name, but you didn’t care. You felt like a raw nerve exposed, so angry you could kill him.

“Dumb little bitch,” Kuroo spat, grinning, and that was the last straw.

You pulled your hand back, folded it into a fist, and threw it into his face with all the weight in your body. Just like your dad taught you. Kuroo wasn’t scared enough to even try and duck, but he should’ve—your punch cracked across his nose so hard you could feel it breaking and his head snapped to the side.

You panted. There was a second of silence and then someone whooped. Kuroo wiped his hand across the scarlet streaming down his face—the color of it was horrible, that sick bright red in the afternoon sun. You wondered if he would hit you back and then you kind of hoped he would—you wanted to hit him again, wanted to hurt him, wanted to ruin things for him like he always did for you.

But he didn’t hit you. Kuroo yanked you toward him by the tie in your uniform and you stumbled in his direction. “There you go,” he said under his breath, voice a little nasal from the broken nose, and his face tilted into yours.

You tasted blood.

It was your first kiss. You were eleven, Kuroo was twelve, and the two of you hated each other more than anything else in the world. “—yakuza,” someone whispered behind you, and when you ripped your face away from Kuroo’s he was staring at you with blood smeared over his mouth, not smiling, not really, but still triumphant in the knowledge that he’d won again, that he’d successfully fucked you over. Which has always seemed to be his sole purpose in life.

You remember that now, because even though it’s been over a decade since he stole your first kiss, he still has that same stupid look on his face.

“Stop—looking at me—like that,” you hiss.

One of the priceless gold hairpins from your bridal updo is digging into your scalp, and you twist your head back in that direction, putting more pressure on the pain. Better to feel that than everything else. Like his hand pinning yours to the narrow wooden beams tracing the wall. Or his saliva drying on your neck. Or his cock, stretching out every wall in your pussy, so big and thick and hard you think it’s a minor miracle that he’s making it fit.

And hell, if you wanted to kill him before…

“Like what?” he asks, a second too late, because he’s focusing. Kuroo’s hand is braced under your thigh, nails scraping against you and dimpling your flesh as he lifts you up to fuck you against the wall. Harmless, but the venom in his voice isn’t.

“Like...ugh, like you’re—like you’re winning, or—“

Not waiting for you to finish, Kuroo rolls his hips, thrusting you up and against the wall and pumping his cock even deeper into you. You bite back a moan but it turns into a growl—worse maybe—and you see that dumb sneer spread over his face like always. “I am winning.”

“Fucking—scumbag piece of shit, fuck you,” you spit, ignoring the irony. Your arms are clutched around his neck—it’s the closest you’ve ever been to him, and as usual it’s not by choice, you’d fall if you weren’t holding on—but now you lift your hands and rake them through his hair, ruining the gelled-back spikes into their usual mess because he looks so fucking stupid with his hair slicked down like that.

“I always win…you know that.” His face pushes into your neck, nudging your chin up so he can lick and suck at your raw skin. “And you like it.”

Your pussy clenches at this, quivering like butterfly wings around him. A bead of sweat rolls down from your hairline, only to meet the soft wet muscle of his tongue dragging a lazy stripe over your throat. Kuroo smells like sex and salt and a cold, velvety sweetness from the bouquets of gardenia that were dying in vases at the ceremony. He’s lifting you up against the wall but you know he could hold you up if he wanted, he’s just doing this for control. To make you feel trapped or—submissive. You close your eyes and feel it, feel everything, and you do like it.

But he’s not winning.

Your hand, still combed through his hair, twists into the sweat-damp spikes and pulls to arch his head back for you. His mouth falls open in a surprised laugh but you trace over the thick veins in his neck and up to his ear to drag a fingernail lightly over that sensitive place. Kuroo exhales quickly; you take advantage of the momentary lapse in control to hook your leg tighter around his torso and pull yourself closer into him, only to wind back and land a quick slap over his cheekbone when he tries to kiss you.

“Ohh…yes, yeah that’s good—do that again, wifey,” Kuroo purrs in a low rumble, licking the traces of blood off his newly-split lower lip—your ring must have caught him and the irony stings. Even though you feel a spike of pure revulsion at the pet name, when he sinks slowly to his knees, overcome by the pleasure of having you, you let him.

You’re sitting in his lap now, facing him, still impaled on his cock while he rocks you slowly up and down with measured rolls of his hips. The angle is different here, a deeper connection that rubs the stiff length of him against that tender patch inside your pussy. It makes you want to move—wriggle out of his grip, touch your own clit, anything—but his hands are vice-like on your upper arm and around your back, squeezing into your flesh as if there’s some way he could pull you even closer than this.

Well, you could take off your clothes… Apparently Kuroo thinks this at the same time as you do, because his hands find the tie of your robe and fiddle with it. Neither of you are fully undressed—Kuroo at least stripped off his outer robes as soon as you left the ceremony hall for his family’s compound, but you haven’t bothered to take off anything and the intricate pieces of your wedding outfit are pooled in satiny folds on the floor around the two of you. Earlier (how long? it feels like he’s been fucking you for hours) Kuroo seemed content to just bunch up the skirt of your kimono and pull down your panties to make your marriage official, but now he’s pawing at the cloth and unwinding the ties until the robe falls open over your shoulders.

“There she is…my bitch fiancée, all soft and whiny—moaning on my cock now that she knows she’s mine…” Kuroo slips the layers of fabric down further to expose your chest, your stomach, your cunt swallowing up the length of him where his body meets yours, and the look on his face—like he owns you—makes you want to hit him again. “If I’d known I could fuck the attitude out of you, I’d have made you my wife a long time ago.”

You flinch and then try to pass it off as a shiver from the sudden cold on your damp skin, but Kuroo’s eyes flick to your face and you know he noticed anyway, so you give in to your temper. “Don’t call me that,” you snarl, changing your grip so your fingers attempt to span the breadth of his neck.

It’s not the gentle caress of a lover, not between you and Kuroo, never. It’s a threat. But he doesn’t mind—he leans into it, laughs, low and deep vibrating through his windpipe against your fingers. “It’s too late for you to play innocent, (Y/N)—not like this is the first time you’ve been called a bitch—“

“Don’t call me your wife.” You roll your shoulders back to shed the last layers of clothing and push Kuroo down, pinning him flat on his back with the weight of your hand on his throat so you can ride, set your own pace and show him what winning looks like. He could resist—he’s stronger than you, you have no illusions on that front—but your statement seems to have caught him off guard and a shadow crosses his face as he lays back and lets you ride him.

You’ve hated Kuroo since you were little. Hated the idea of marrying him, of being tied to this vicious man in every way that matters just because your clans want more money and territory—things you’ll never get to see yourself as his diminutive little bride. You may have accepted the role of a loyal foot soldier, but your loyalty is to your family alone. Not to him, never to him.

You can be a good daughter, but you’ll never, ever, be a good wife.

“But you are,” Kuroo says—just to piss me off, you think, until you look down and see the way he’s looking at you, flushed red and panting with some mix of frustration and desire that doesn’t spell good things for your future independence. His hands find your hips and dig into your flesh, lifting you effortlessly so he can thrust up into you from the floor. “My bride, my wife, mine…”

“—never be yours,” you gasp, but his next thrust is so deep and angled so perfectly against your g-spot that you have to catch your breath and your grip on his neck loosens; you crumple forward and only just manage to hold yourself up on top of him—he pumps ferociously into your cunt like he wants to carve the shape of his cock into you, claim you, clip your wings and hold you in place and keep you—

—which, even though you don’t realize it, is the only thing he’s ever really wanted.

Your eyes meet his and when you look at him you see every cruel thing he’s ever done to you, every way the rivalry between you has hurt your family. You don’t see your husband, not yet. That’ll take time. You hate him.

Kuroo looks up at you and hates you too, but it’s different. He hates you like a fox hates a rabbit hiding just out of reach, like a hunter hates the birds on the other end of his rifle. And now he has you—has your territory, has your wealth, has your name cut off and overwritten with his, a claim etched in every format he can think of. He even has your perfect body moving against him, the soft wet feeling of your cunt and the weight of you against his chest forcing him to tense up and count backwards from 100 in multiples of seven so he doesn’t lose it and cum inside you too quick—it’s different when it’s between husband and wife, it’s better—it’s not like anything he’s ever done before, it’s just sex but it’s you, naked except for the jewels on your neck and your hands and your hair, riding him, rubbing your clit and biting back whimpers as he consummates your marriage again and again and again, and you’re his wife his wife his wife, forever, to the death,

and maybe you don’t understand yet but you will, he’ll make you accept it, he’ll fuck you like this every night in your marriage bed and in every room in the compound, he’ll make you see it, make you see it like he does. Husband and wife—forever—’til death do us part—

Kuroo pulls your face down close enough to kiss you and then does, lips against yours, tongue against yours. You bite his lip—not quite playful but you’ve always preferred to err on the side of violence and he’s always liked that about you. The cut from your slap reopens under your bite and then there’s blood in his mouth again, just like the first time, and it tastes like victory.

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo #kuroo tetsurou

[diaco1968]

Oh ma gawd

I'm not into haikyuu boys most of the time but this got me thirsting for Iwachan, please

Hot damn🥵

open season thirsts [4/?] /// Iwaizumi x f!Reader (18+)

Request: Omg I love you Bodyguard!Iwaizumi x bratty daughter of a wealthy man? I love this trope because of the tension, brat taming, and dom!iwa

A/N: why do i keep making these drabbles long asf…gotta say though this concept hits 🥵

Tags/warnings: dom/sub, brat taming, power dynamics, teasing, impact play/spanking, coercion? but like barely idk, all characters are adults

did you really think he wasn’t going to notice you leaving?

listen, iwaizumi gets it. you’re a grown woman, it must be difficult to live like a sheltered little girl just because you’re the daughter of a diplomat. but iwa’s not getting paid to listen to your excuses—he’s getting paid to stop you from doing dumb shit like sneaking out at 1AM to see your stuck-up trust-fund friends. and if you were really as mature as you seem to think you are, you’d at least have the decency to look ashamed when he catches you.

“…oops.”

“is that all you have to say for yourself?” iwa’s leaning on the hood of your lexus lfa, holding the keys up for you to see. the car is one of the many many luxury toys your dad’s spoiled you with over the years. if iwa remembers correctly, this one was an 18th birthday present a few years ago, long before he started working for your family. you’ve bought more cars since (always financed on daddy’s centurion amex), but the lexus is your favorite. iwa knew you’d be taking this one out.

“so you caught me. whatever.” you roll your eyes and swipe a lock of salon-perfect hair behind your ear. “what, are you waiting for a medal or something?”

god, you’re irritating. iwa should be at home right now watching the news and microwaving his dinner, but no. he’s in the garage of a mansion that’s worth more than his entire ancestral line has made in their collective lifetimes, babysitting a rich girl who’s too full of herself to understand the meaning of the word rules. “your father made it clear that you need to stay on the property after curfew.”

“what does he think’s going to happen? i went out all the time before he got this stupid job.”

iwa folds his arms over his chest and glares at you. lesser people would flinch, but you don’t seem to care. “the ambassador has received threats, and he’s deemed it an unacceptable risk—“

“oh, come on,” you interrupt. “he’s not here, is he? just let me go, i won’t tell.”

“i have a job to do.” it’s like you’re trying to get on his nerves…come to think of it, you probably are. iwa can’t stand your type. you’re under the impression that you can just bat your eyelashes and flash the ysl wallet you keep daddy’s money in and get whatever you want. but it stops here. “do you remember what your father said he’d do the next time i caught you sneaking out?”

that gets a reaction. you pull back and look directly at iwa. “wait—no, he wouldn’t. dad wouldn’t actually cut me off.”

“i guess we’ll see.” iwa twirls the keys around his finger and the jingling echoes out through the oversized garage.

you blink, take a couple slow steps up to him so you’re almost chest to chest, then delicately lay your hand over his, tracing soft circles on his pulse point with your thumb. “come on, hey. you’re not actually going to tell him, are you?”

and there it is, the coquette act. you have it down to an art. it’s probably worked on every other bodyguard your father’s hired, and iwa wouldn’t blame them—it’s almost working on him too. you know exactly what you’re doing and so does he, but fuck—you look up at him through those thick, pretty lashes, bite your lip, and he tries to swallow but—his mouth feels dry all of a sudden.

“please…would you let me off just this once?” you sigh, sweeter than licorice.

goddamnit. iwa can’t keep himself from skimming over your body, lingering first on your bare legs under the little skirt you’re wearing and then your soft perky tits and then the glossy wet pink of your lips. you look like a model in a magazine ad for clothes he can’t afford. you look too perfect to be real, like jesus no one looks that perfect in real life but somehow you do. your perfume smells like some combination of a swedish spa and—something like honey. fuck. your gel nails are filed into short points that you’re dragging lightly over his palm, trying to reach…

…the key. obviously.

“rules exist for a reason,” iwa says in monotone, pulling the key away from you. “go back to bed. i’m going to talk to your father in the morning.”

a quick look of frustration passes over your features, and then you smooth it down and slip back into your seduction attempt, this time playing with the sleeve of his jacket. “oh, please. i’m sure there’s something i can do to convince you. don’t you want to help me out?”

do you have any idea what you’re saying?

because sure, iwa hates your type. spoiled little rich girl. if you were anyone else, he’d shut it down right here, go tell your father as promised, force you to hate him. but for some reason that doesn’t feel like the right move with you…

you’re really not that bad. you talk to him like a person most of the time, and you aren’t quite as air-headed as the brats he usually has to keep track of. you just need to get it into your head that when you misbehave, your actions are going to have consequences.

like, see, when you told iwa just now that you’d like to do something to convince him to go easy on you—when you tipped your head to the side like that and put your hand on his shoulder to stroke his bicep—he knows you weren’t thinking of the follow-through. you’re expecting him to be so thrown that he just caves, gives you your key, and keeps his mouth shut. you’re not actually thinking he’ll take you up on your offer.

“maybe there is something,” iwa hears himself saying. “if you really don’t want your father to know…it looks like i’ll have to teach you a lesson instead.”

for a second you think you heard him wrong. no way. iwaizumi didn’t—your bodyguard didn’t just insinuate—what? you run through a few alternatives in your head but nothing seems to make sense, so you figure he’s joking. only when you shift your weight to your other foot (damn it, these heels were not made to actually be stood in) and pause for him to crack a smile and take it back, he doesn’t. the disapproving look on his face stays firm.

so you laugh, all cold and haughty so he knows you’re pissed. “you’re kidding.”

“bend over,” iwa tells you in the same tone of voice he always uses when he orders you around.

your jaw drops. “oh my god—who the hell do you think you are?”

“bend over the hood right now, or get cut off. your choice,” he says flatly.

and maybe it’s because you still don’t quite believe that he’ll actually do anything, but you decide to go ahead and play the game of chicken until he caves. iwa’s been working for your dad for almost a year now, and you’ve never seen him lose that ultra-professional bodyguard aura. sure, you’ll bend over, but it’s not like he’ll actually touch you.

“fine,” you say, flipping your hair over your shoulder and carefully setting your bag down on the lexus’s roof. you shoot iwa a look—hey idiot, i’m playing along, how do you like that?—and then primly fold forward over the hood with your ass in the air. today was not a good day to wear the wool miniskirt that’s currently riding way up over your hips—iwa must have an excellent view of the thong you’re wearing stretched tight over your mound.

which he does.

and honestly, it’s affecting his judgement a little.

you adjust your position a little bit and it makes you wiggle. iwa looks at the playboy-quality upskirt shot in front of him and thinks that the only possible thing that could make your ass look better right now would be if his hand was on it. “did you ever get spanked when you were young?”

“corporal punishment? that’s barbaric,” you scoff.

“hm…it’s about time someone actually disciplined you.” no turning back now. iwa strokes a hand over the soft skin of your ass cheek and sees your muscles twitch in response. “unless you want your father to know you tried to sneak out again.”

there’s your out, but you’re not taking it. what can you say? part of you wants to see your straight-laced bodyguard actually do something naughty for once. besides… you look back at him standing behind you and see he shed his jacket to reveal the tight white undershirt he was wearing underneath, the tanned skin of his neck, the veins roping down his forearms.

so he’s actually stupid hot. go figure.

“whatever. are you going to spank me or not?” you ask him, doing your best to keep the anticipation out of your voice.

fuuuuck. iwa has to grit his teeth, close his eyes for a second. “we’ll start with ten. keep quiet, or i’ll start over,” he says, and then without waiting for your reaction, he raises a hand and gives your ass a nice firm slap. it’s nowhere near what he’d consider hard, but he still hears the muffled squeak of shock coming out of your mouth. you turn back to him, eyes burning, obviously ready to chew him out, but a second later you think better of it and hold your tongue.

good girl, iwaizumi thinks. you’re learning. “that’s one.”

#jackrrabbit open season #iwaizumi x reader