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[kitten-on-ecstasy]

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[kitten-on-ecstasy]

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[kitten-on-ecstasy]

So I had an idea for a one-shot/drabble

Yandere! Shinjuro x Nanny! Reader

Basically, you've been the live in nanny for the Rengoku family ever since Ruka passed and Shinjuro notices how motherly you are towards Kyojuro and Senjuro. So logically, he guilt trips and blackmails you into marrying him.

Yandere! Shinjuro x Nanny! Fem! Reader

18+

Sfw Warnings: Wholesome Kyojuro and Senjuro... that's it

Nsfw Warnings: Yandere, TW Non-con, Peer pressure, Coercion, Forced drinking, Drunk Sex, Non-consensual touching, Vaginal Sex, Breeding kink, Creampie, Cockwarming, Forced Pregnancy, Blackmail, Manipulation, Toxic, technically cheating bc reader is engaged ig, Time period sexism and gender roles

Im going to hell for writing this lol :P IM NOT WRITING A PART 2 SO DONT EVEN ASK

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"Boys! Be careful now!" you called out to the two children as the eldest chased the youngest. Kyojuro looked back at you and let out a boyish laugh, his brother beaming at him and mimicking it. You could see the gaps in the younger's smile where his baby teeth had fallen out (some probably knocked out with how roughly the eldest played with him.) They resumed the chase through the garden, dodging the bordering florals so as to not damage them. Their past mother's sacred roses.

You clicked your tongue but couldn't help but chuckle at their innocent excitement, looking forward to the day that you'd raise your own little bundles of joy. Raising these one's was a privilege but a true gift such as genuine motherhood was one not tied by payment.

Your hands pet through the cottoned fabric as you wrung it out of all liquid and clipped it to the wire to dry. It was easier to complete these chores while the youngers were occupied and distracted than to give them the opportunity to divert your focus. Such energetic children required your constant call and attention. Although, they were being more tame today than they had the previous, likely due to the intimidating presence of their father, who was set reading on the porch. Presence. Not watch. He gave them no inspection.

No, that privilege was preserved for you, who felt the said man's eyes keep on you at all times. His form was faced toward his offspring, but you could sense his gaze linger at the corner of his eye, focusing on you. Seeing you. Minding you. Observing you. As he always did. You thought the strange action out of superstition - a former Hashira was bound to be distrustful, even of you, who'd been working under his careful watch since the passing of his former wife. Although, the glances had never been so concentrated nor malevolent as they had as of now. Like you'd been a cause of distress for him. You guessed the reason to be of a more recent event.

You'd told him of your engagement a mere few days ago.

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"Engagement?" Lord Rengoku asked, a more somber tone in his voice than questioning. You nodded.

"Yes sir - to be married," you clarified, "I thought to tell you as this may affect my work schedule in the near future... I was thinking perhaps another maid could fill in if that were to be the case?"

He laggardly hummed, his thoughts obviously elsewhere. You took his disinterest to be of just that. Disinterest.

You failed to see his hand clutch the pages in his hand tensely, hidden by your view of his back.

You were wrong.

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The sun slowly dripped in the sky at a distance, and you noted in the back of your mind that there would only be a couple more hours until you had to take the clothes down. And give those filthy boys a bath, those rascals.

"(L/n)."

You barely heard the soft call. If the wind had picked up even a second before it had, you wouldn't have heard him. You turned to see him raise his cup in your direction, his intention obvious. You hid the twitch in your eye and sighed. Filling his drink was something that would have been a minimal task on his part but a chore on yours, being you had to leave your current post to go tend to his. He'd been needier lately, constantly calling on you to do the most mundane of tasks for him. Putting his novel away, filling his plate, closing his door. It was as if he'd wanted your attention every waking moment and hid it with these trivial objectives. He'd also tried to get you to start up his bath the other night. He'd had a strange look in his eye as he requested you to do so, and it'd made you uneasy, but luckily, you'd had the excuse of having to set up his children's, so he left you alone. Having grown up in a town occupied by mostly elder individuals, you wondered if perhaps he was getting lonely with age, even if his years were only a decade or so to yours.

You went to him quickly, a light jog in your step, and brought him the pitcher of what was thankfully just rice water. After some annoying persistence on your part, the man had dwindled down to only the occasion glass of sake. He wouldn't admit it, but you were certain his mood had improved due to change, and his energy was increased. But that also meant a rise in his destitution.

"Here you are, sir," you announced as you poured the nearly transparent juice into his cup, "Will that be all?"

His gaze was fixated on the playing infants outside, running and jumping and playing. He took a long drawl of his beverage before he replied.

"Your husband," he began, "What is the nature of your union?"

Fiancé, you wanted to correct. He was your fiancé, not husband. The incorrect termage worried you not due to the lack of accuracy, but because of the malicious way with which he coined it. Like it disgusted him.

"Nature?" you asked, confused. It was a weird question, uncalled for, and certainly not one of an employer to ask his employee.

"The purpose."

"Oh. To simply be married... I suppose. I'm to turn twenty-five soon, so it'd be best for us to wed as soon as possible."

For a woman of your lower class, it was unusual to be so old and untaken. Your mother had been three-quarters your age when she'd had you. Your fiancé was younger than you himself, by four years. You'd been his babysitter when you were both younger, and he said he'd been waiting for the chance to propose ever since. Such talk would make any woman swoon. That's what you told yourself, at least.

"So it's not a matter of money?" he questioned and his eyes focused in on his boys. You thought for a moment, taken aback by his brashness at suggesting such a thing, as if you were being forced to marry out of poverty.

"Well, not directly. The extra wealth would be beneficial, but it's not the cause, if that is what you infer." You let out a deep breath, praying the conversation to be over. With others, you'd been elated to discuss you future life, but with Shinjuro, he was far too prying and cynical. While his negativity had decreased tremendously over the time you'd been here, when it came to your life outside of this place, there was always something bad to say. Your family was backward and plain, and your town undecorated. Any talk of your previous living was met with eyes rolling and a scoff. You had two theories for his disapproval.

One, being your more hopeful assumption, was that the man was so closeminded to his own activities that he couldn't fathom a life outside his own preferences.

And the other, far more unnerving, was that any existence that wasn't coupled with his own he deemed unnecessary and wrong. While you hadn't wanted to assume this of him, a man of great caliber such as himself, to be so envious, his controlling nature that you'd witness first-hand made it hard not to. He was possessive. So much so that you felt he was fighting for your attentiveness as much as his children were.

It was odd, being that you had been hired only to cater to the young ones, that was the deal. Lord Rengoku had made a big fuss about not wanting to even hear a sound out of you during the day, ordering that your only purpose was to keep the boys quiet. Such was an obstacle with two energetic males, but you'd managed nicely. Growing up the oldest of five had educated you on how to properly raise a child. You think the lack interaction was what encouraged him to come out of his shell, not having to deal with the one's he deemed 'annoying.' Perhaps he'd missed the socializing. And look at him now, sober and attentive. He'd even took Kyojuro training the other week when the boy had asked.

But that was only after you'd spent the entire evening tending to the man, serving him food, cleaning his room, and engaging in his small talk. That was his currency, attention for attention. And you had no doubt that if you hadn't given him some form of regard, he would've told his kin to piss off. But you could deal with the exchange, you could deal with caring for him as you did his sons. You'd have to do the same for your husband and children one day anyway, so you didn't mind the practice.

But now, he seemed insatiable. And you didn't look forward to telling him you could no longer live in his estate after the wedding either.

"And what of his nobility?" he grilled.

What of it? - was what you had wanted to say, but you knew better than to give lip to your superior.

"He is a commoner and a merchant. Although, I think he may have an uncle on his mother's side who is a scholar-"

He scoffed and took another drink from his cup. The liquid was dwindling so you refilled it while trying to maintain a fake composure.

"May I ask your interest on the matter, sir?" It was only fair since he'd taken time out of your day only to judge you.

Shinjuro finally looked over at you, his mouth opening to answer.

"I-"

"M-miss (l/n)! Kyojuro scraped his kn-nee!" called a bawling, fickle voice. You whipped over to see a teary-eyed Senjuro pointing at the accused, who was rubbing at the wound and wincing.

"It's not that bad, Sen," assured the older of the two. You quickly sprinted over to take a look at it. Yes, it was just a scratch, but it still needed to be cleaned. The sky was getting dark anyway, and the clothes were surely dried by now.

"It's nearly time for bed anyway boys. Let's get you inside to eat and then a bath, alright?" They both nodded, and you wiped away the tears on Senjuro's cheeks and kissed his forehead.

You didn't see the clench in Shinjuro's jaw. Nor could you imagine his blinding rage, thinking of you tending to any child that was not his own. The cup in his hand shattered.

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"Aaaaaand done!" you exclaimed, giving Senjuro's head one last shake with the towel, and he squealed. Kyojuro was already dryed and sat on a stool by the tub, still picking at the wrapping around his knee. You gently smacked his hand away and tutted at him.

You groaned and stretched out your exhausted back. "Alright boys, off to bed. If I hear any giggling, there will be no snack time tomorrow," you warned. They both gasped and vowed their good behavior. They'd never acted up before, but a good threat of punishment never hurt.

Now onto your other duties of the night, more laundry. You ambled down the hallway to damn near the opposite side of the estate where you kept the clothing. You had to hide it away in there or the boys would roll in the warm clothes and make a "fuzzy pile." You remembered how furious Shinjuro acted when it first happened, but you knew deep down he thought it was adorable. It was these small moments of humanity that made your efforts feel worth it.

The clothes you'd hung today were still a bit damp but you could hang them tomorrow as well. For now you folded the dried into their sections so you could put them away on the morrow as well. You'd do it now but you didn't wanted to disturb the children. Or Shinjuro.

Now onto the more delicate clothing. These you had to hang more carefully and needed a more tender drying process. You began spreading them out onto the drying rack.

A breeze hit your neck and your hair stuck up. You reached back a hand to soothe the area and your instinctual curiosity got the best of you as you looked back, eyes flying open.

"Lord Rengoku!" You gasped and scrambled back from how close he was. He must've snuck up on you, as you hadn't heard a thing, and you weren't sure how long he'd been standing there, staring at you with that strange look again.

"My apologies, sir. I hadn't heard you come in," you sorried, even though it should have been him apologizing since he was the one who scared you.

His eyes hooded over, and you looked down in submission, seeing how his robe was hanging open at the chest and revealing his fit chest and abdominals. It amazed you how his body managed to stay in such peaked shape with his depressive lifestyle. If he didn't give off such an unpleasant energy, you would've found him quite attractive.

"I require your assistance," he muttered, turning heel and walking out before you could inquire more. You looked hopelessly at the pile of clothes you had left to sort and prayed whatever he needed wouldn't take long. Creased fabric made the boys fussy. By the time you had made it to his room, he was already set down and facing the opened doors to the outside, bottle of liquor in hand. You gave a worried look, hoping for some kind of explanation that wouldn't result in him breaking sobriety.

He glanced back from his view of the night sky and saw your fearful look.

"Relax," he mumbled, "I'm not drinking." You sighed and rubbed your sweaty palms down the front of your yukata. The last thing you wanted to deal with at this time of night was a drunk and angry Shinjuro. He sneered at your naïve relief.

"At least not alone." He conjured up two mugs and set them down beside him. "Sit," he commanded. You bit your tongue and did as he said, taking your place next to him and the cups. He filled each one to the top with a reddish-brown liquid and took one in hand.

"Sir, I don't think this is appropriate, nor should you be doing this right now," you damn near pleaded. Drinking was not something you'd had the opportunity to do in excess before, being burdened with responsibility at all times of the day for as long as you could remember. Nor did you want to test your tolerance in front of your lord.

He looked at you from the corner of his eye, lazy and uncaring as he took a swig. "If you don't drink it I will. Would you rather have that?" The threat in his words was clear, and as obvious as it was that he was pressuring you, your obedience training urged you to listen to your master and play along, but the feeling in your gut said otherwise.

"B-but-"

"You will do as you're told." The finality of his voice made you cringe and obey, picking up the chalice with a trembling hand and bringing it to your quivering lips. You hesitantly tipped it back, letting the wine seep into your mouth. It was bitter yet sweet, the burn immediately hitting your throat and making you sweat. Heat spread down your lungs and pooled in your belly. Before you knew it, half the cup was gone. He finally looked away, appeased with your compliance.

"Tell me about your family." Shinjuro stated, not a worry in his voice that you wouldn't do it when your master had told you to. You were upset that he was right, that you wouldn't dare deny him, upset that he had that control over you.

You cleared your throat and spoke. "W-well, I've talked about them before. My father is a tailor and I have four siblings..." Four right? Yes, four. Why was it getting hard to remember that? "What would y-you like to know?"

He set his drink down in between you and licked his lips. Your eyes followed his tongue.

"You are the eldest, correct?" he asked softly.

You nodded slowly, vision a little shifty.

"So you know how to care for children." It was less a question and more of statement, and you nodded again.

"Well, I wouldn't work here if I didn't," you joked and scrunched your nose in distaste with yourself. Joking bad. Don't joke with your boss. Bad. Stop drinking. Stop drinking. But you didn't. You swallowed the last of the booze and when you put it down, he promptly refilled it back to the top.

You were surprised to hear him give a light chuckle to your witicism and had actually thought you'd imagined it until you saw his shoulders lightly bouncing.

"No, no I suppose you wouldn't. How about infants?"

Another gulp of liquor ran down your throat and you wiped your mouth.

"Yyyesss," you coughed to gather yourself, "I c-can do babies, they'rre easier a-actually." Your words slurred a bit as you spoke, and you could feel your muscles relax. But your slowed brain prevented you from caring too much about your fragile state, and you took another drink. The strong taste it was more subtle now, somewhat pleasant.

"So if you have a newborn, you would be able to nurture it?" He shifted, and you thought he got closer but you weren't sure. You didn't remember where he was before. And why was he talking about you having babies all of a sudden? He was so odd sometimes.

"Y-yeah, but, ha, I'm not gonna have to take care of a baaaby for a loooong time." You stammered out. Shinjuro's smile dropped, and he said nothing. Did you do something wrong? Oh god, it was hard to think.

Another empty cup. Another refill.

But his cup was pretty full. Nearly full, you noticed. In fact, you couldn't remember the last time he'd taken a drink. But then again, your vision was getting pretty blurry. The tips of his blond hair were mixing with the red in a weird orange color that had you nearly giggling. It was hilarious, and you couldn't begin to explain why.

You took a sip and brushed your hair away from your heated face.

"Heyy, Why're you 'nterested 'n b-babies all of a s'dden, anyway?" you said with a teasing smile and leaned toward him, nearly falling. "Are you expecting 'nother?" His gaze drifted off of you from the corner of his eye and back to the deep sky above. And for the first time since you could remember, you saw him finally take a drink of his liquor. Shinjuro said nothing.

You looked away, confused, uneasy, a bit nauseous. Whatever the Lord had given you was far too strong, especially for a beginner such as yourself. Hands pushing weakly on the tatami floor, you attempted to get up.

"'M g-gonnna goo..." A large hand wrapped around your wrist, tight and restricting. Suffocating.

"Stay."

His words echoed in your brain like waves in a seashell, but in no way relaxing. A fear nagged at the back of your mind, beckoning you to disobey and take your leave. But like strings on a puppet, he lured you back down from the few measly inches you had risen, and brought you what seemed to be even closer to him. Was he always this close? No. You were damn near blacked out, but you at least knew that somehow, you'd grown closer.

Shinjuro's breath tickled your face, and you could smell what little alcohol he consumed, deeply contrasting the bottle he'd made you down. Your vision was clouded and blurred, the man before you appearing as a flurry of burning flame, red and yellow. Bloody gold. Your stupid mind pieced together the picture of a bright fire, but not warm or safe. Scorching and dangerous, like the flickers of fire were to swallow you whole and leave nothing but shards of bone and decay. But you were cold, freezing, longing for some form of warmth that would burn away the longing in your chest, your want for something that wasn't so planned and boring in your simply-lead life that you'd come to hate in your drunken state. And for some reason, his proximity was helping you. Was he always so searing? and hot?

You felt it on your hands. You felt it in your lungs. You felt it on your lips. Your lips that you didn't quite remember being devoured by his own hungry mouth as your thoughts failed to make an appearance. Your reaction was torn from you, manifesting into a weak attempt at voicing your bewilderment, only allow his tongue an opening to impale your throat. Tastebuds burned to nothing from the thick poison you'd been coerced into, his flavor was indistinguishable, possibly bearing the memory of what could've very well been ash from his last cigar and the sweetness from the liquor. The short hairs of his scruff scratched at your chin like tree bark.

You felt consumed, a weak prey that could only manage to gnaw at the maw of your predator that was claiming every inch of your throat. Your trembling hands somehow found their way to his scalp as you grasped and pulled at the locks, surprised at their messy softness, and you sighed. It was like you were kissing bare magma.

A liquid knocked at the back of your throat, begging you to let in it, and so you did, forgetting how to keep your throat closed with how much the world was spinning. And as the gulp of mixed saliva dropped down into your stomach, a recognition sparking inside your head that a part of him was now inside you, and you began to wake up.

You hastily pulled away from him, his tongue left hanging lonely and dripping after you'd confiscated your own from it, and you took in deep heaves of air.

You hiccuped, "W-wa-wai-t-"

Shinjuro grabbed at the hinge of your jaw, pinching your burning cheeks together and bringing you back toward him. Firm but not bruising. Possessive.

"Do as I say. You-"

His teeth bared, like he was going to rip you apart.

"You're mine."

You were relieved to finally feel a surge of fear course though your bones, your sobriety perking up and gifting you with that familiar stone-cold clarity that plagued you always. Leave. Leaveleaveleaveleaveleave. But you didn't. And you couldn't tell if it was by your choice or not.

He pulled your pliable form over into his lap, and as you settled, you only just now realized just how much bigger he was compared to you. Bigger, and stronger. And it was up to him whether you were safe or not, because in the end it was Shinjuro's choice. His choice. His choice. His choice. And it was his choice to start kissing you again and roam your body with greedy claws. He seemed to be on you all at once, tongue in your mouth and hands violating your every curve through your dress. Some part of you was embarrassed, but another was grateful for the added heat that accompanied his feverish flesh. You, pitiful you, was a mess, saliva dripping down your neck and hair disheveled. You couldn't control the little noises that escaped you as his palms kneaded at your breasts and tugged down the folds of cloth until your plump bosom pooled over it, exposed.

You were vibrating. Or you think you were. You were moving somehow, back and forth, back and forth. To and fro in his lap. Warmth invaded your belly, but this time it wasn't just from booze or touch, this felt lower, and inside you. And whatever solid bulge you were being rubbed on felt amazing. His lips slipped from your swollen ones, venturing down along your jaw to the slope of your neck. At first it tickled, and your slow muscles twitched at the strange sensation, but then it bloomed into a sweltering pleasure that had you whimpering. The man sucked your pulse into his mouth, tasting your heartbeat and leaving it bruised and raw. Was something so dangerous supposed to feel like this? Was being eaten alive and torn to pieces supposed to make you shudder and whine like a whore? Old maids tales told you it was, but this seemed wrong. Undeserved. On both your parts.

His head was between your breasts now, the heat between your legs continuing to build as he bounced you in his lap like a rag doll and groaned into your flushed skin. You weakly pushed at his face, the pressure amounting to practically nothing as he hadn't moved even an inch. Did it really matter what you had to say?

"Y-yoou c-can't gooo th-therrre - ah!" you cried.

Apparently it didn't as he took your rebellious wrist into his hand and held it away from its distracting post, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. It didn't make sense. It didn't make any sense why something like this felt so good. Despicable, but good. Like you would go to hell for enjoying. Hot and avid and wet. The heat radiated through the rest of your body right through your teat that was being nursed into his awaiting mouth. You mewled and pulled at his locks, unsure if you wanted him away or closer. Oh, how you so wished your mind would just choose one.

Shinjuro pulled off with a pop, pinching at the other bud and panting. "These need milk." Your hips were pulled down harder against his lap, more pressure building against your deprived center. Oh god. Something familiar and tight was collecting in your belly with each rock into his erection that teased your clitoris just right. But just when the pleasure was about to melt your bones, he pulled you off completely.

He set you down onto the floor. Maybe he'd meant to do it gently, but your hobble body made a harsh impact regardless, your head throbbing and aching with the collision. Your writhing was ceased by a strong force against your chest, a hand that held you down as another crept up the skirt of your dress. With one curled digit, your underwear was torn down your slickened thighs. You could feel the fabric cling to your skin as it was taken away, stinking like it was held by glue. You wished it was. Because by then you had grasped what the de-clothing was leading up to and came to the realization that you hadn't meant for it to come this far. But you could turn back now, you could stop this. You just had to - you rolled over and clawed away at the wood - get away.

You crawled towards the open door to the outside, staring longingly at the blurry sky and praying your skirt behind pushed up to your waist was just your imagination.

"N-n-nooo... w-w-we c-cannn't - I, p-please," you garbled with pleading words. Your ears rung when you heard his uncaring grumble.

Two hands wrapped around your ankles dragged you back to the man, the claws then sliding up to lift your hips. There it was. The embarrassment. The recognition that the intimacy of you was on full display in front of a man that aimed to ruin you. And, most shameful of all, was how wet you were. How eager your core had been to be touched and rubbed and played with. And that was what he was doing - playing with it. Two fingers parting your nether lips and petting through your slit in teasing swipes that had you shaking. Shinjuro watched you with hungry eyes as your body keened for him, and he wound messy circles around your bundle of nerves to keep it that way.

Were these your sounds? These wanton whines and cries that echoed in your head? You'd never made these sounds before, not alone. But now it was a symphony of moans that left your babbling lips that drooled onto the tatami floor. You wished his caress would be rougher so it wouldn't feel so good, but his fingers held their feathering touch and motions, pleasant and painfully gentle. The tightness in your core returned, stronger than before and more desperate, and you squirmed to get more petting.

"~~~t."

He said something, but you didn't hear, your head too jumbled up from drunkenness on alcohol and carnal bliss. His fingers worked faster on your sensitive clit and made you gain some semblance of clarity.

"Say it."

Say what? What was he saying...

"Say I own you. Say you're mine. Say it."

A tear fell down you cheek and you bit your tongue. You didn't want to. It wasn't true. His maneuvers around your clit dimmed to a stop and you whined as your peak slipped away yet again.

"Say it," he traced your sopping entrance, "and I'll help you. Say it, woman."

You humped his hand and whimpered. "I-I-I'm... y-yours." You heard him hum in approval behind you, and he picked up his pace around your sex. "What else?" he demanded.

"Y-you... own m-me."

Faster. Faster. Faster. He smiled.

"Good girl. My girl."

You came with a gasp, thighs clamping around his still moving hand. He maintained the precise motions as you rode out your high, more tears dripping down your face. At least your climax gave you a brief moment of peace from all the shame, even as it delved into overstimulation.

Finally he pulled away, his digits drenched in your juices that he quickly lavished with his tongue while you were still recovering. You were tired, and aching from all the moisture you'd lost. It didn't help that the alcohol was starting to wear off, and your oppressive thoughts were coming back. As was your anxieties. But that all came to a halt when there was a shuffle behind you and suddenly a thick rod of flesh slapped against your heat. You weakly writhed again, trying to get away, but he held you still with a hand wrapped into your scalp of (h/c) hair. Your hips swayed as you reached back to pull his hand away, and his cock throbbed between your legs. He tightened his grasp on your locks and gave your head a firm shake.

"Stop," he growled, voice tense and agitated. Your shoulders shook as a sob was wrenched from your body, but you did as your were told and laid back down onto the floor, ass propped up in their air, presented to him. He let go of your hair after a few moments of quiet obedience and pulled away from you, his cock sliding out from your legs and dragging across your clit. You bit your lip to stifle your whine.

You heard a spitting and slapping noise coming from him, likely the result of him pumping himself, and Shinjuro let out a soft groan. A sultry sound you'd never expected to hear from him, and for some hellish reason, it made your insides flutter in emptiness. You wanted to die.

He sighed. "Spread yourself open for me." Your fists clenched and face burned. Your throat made a strangled noise as if to communicate your refusal that you were too afraid to actually voice. He snarled.

"Do it." He was growing tired of your unwillingness to cooperate. Even if you hadn't been intoxicated, he knew you would've made this difficult and dragged it out for longer than it needed to be. Well, longer than this part needed to be. He planned to be on you for the rest of the night and long into tomorrow, after all.

You reached a shaking hand between your legs to pry at your lips, spreading them apart as he requested and revealing your delicate and dripping entrance. Shinjuro cursed lowly and came closer, pressing the thick, leaking head into your opening. Your breath hitched and fears skyrocketed. It was going to hurt, you knew that just from logic itself. Pressing his hips forward, his length slid through your labia and across your clit. Once. Twice. He gave laggard passings between your fingers that allowed you to feel just how massive he was. "Fuck," he cursed, "I love you." Your eyes widened.

And that was all the warning he gave before delving into your walls, fat flesh stretching out your virgin walls with a burning sensation. Your hand fell away from your sex to claw at the floor, scratching and slapping at the wood. It hurt. It burned. You gargled and cried, like you were being strangled to death. The feeling wasn't what was torturing you. It was the fact that he was taking something from you that you couldn't get back.

You hardly noticed when his pelvis met yours when you were howling like a wounded animal, dramatic and loud, guts full beyond belief. Shinjuro carassed a hand down your side and shushed you.

"Hush, the boys... you wouldn't want to wake them would you?" He whispered with sickeningly sweet tone, as if he were genuinely concerned. Liar.

You suddenly stilled and tensed, bile rising in your throat at the thought of them seeing... this. He had the same train of thought and was obviously not worried in the slightest, but he could play the part.

"No, no, they would be scared, right? So keep quiet - for their sake, dear." He leaned over you, his chest pressing over your back, and delved a hand under your bodies to toy with your clit again. And you let him. Because there was just no point delaying this anymore.

You clenched around him with the touchings, small swirls around your bud that made it that much harder to think and pretend it didn't feel amazing. Your cunt was drooling all over him, dripping down his balls and making a mess on the floor. You were a wet little thing, he mused. Wet and fertile, perfect for taking his plentiful seed and baring his children. Shinjuro grimaced at the remembrance of how much of himself had been wasted into his own hand on lonely nights when it could've been savored inside of you, keeping you sated and full and pregnant. But he couldn't be bother with past mistakes right now, not when you were right in front him and ready to be bred. He'd make sure it took, no matter how many times he'd have to ravage you.

Breath was evaded from your lungs as he delivered the first thrust into your tight walls, both of you wincing. He didn't need to tell you to easy up as you forced yourself to relax, more so for your own comfort than his. He gave another. And another. Building up a deep and steady pace that stretched out your gummy walls to his shape. Your face gently rocked into the ground, lips bitten to the point of bleeding from how much you were silencing yourself. You couldn't let him know how good it felt, how pleasing it was being stuffed to the brim. But he already knew with every shallow plunge into your center that made a sopping wet squelch.

And you thought you were warm before, now you were boiling, belly full of a sweltering thickness that pumped in and out of your velvety insides like you were made to take it. Hot veins dragged along your sweet spots, coaxing a choked mewl from your lips, and he took the sound as his cue to pound harder. Oh god. Fuck. You couldn't contain your noises anymore, several whines and moans slipping out and gracing his ears. Shinjuro grunted and leaned off of you, taking your hips into his mitts and slamming you back into his lap. The change in motion allowed him to reach that much deeper, and as you looked down, you swore you saw his cock bulge out from your tummy. He was going to ruin you.

He threw his head back and groaned, voice gravely and deep. "Fuck, you're perfect - shit... can't wait to make you a mother." You could hardly understand him with how fucked out you were becoming, drool pooling down your chin onto the floor and eyes tightly shut.

"Feel that?" he purred, "you belong to me now."

He pressed his palm against your belly, right where his cock was hitting your womb. The pressure was flooding over again, ready to snap and leave you shattered. You couldn't stop tightening around him, trying to get more of his pulsing veins to nudge into your sensitive tissue. He shifted his hips to drive into a sweet spot near your cervix and hammered into it, pounding cries out of your throat.

"Come for me," he commanded and you broke.

You wailed, scrambling on the floor for purchase as the buildup inside of you finally exploded into white-hot bliss. Your vision went completely stark and body limp but shaking. He continued fucking into you, rocking your lax hips back into his own and milking his dick with your fluttering walls. Your body twitched from the oversensitivity of it, shuddering with the forced sensation and nerves damn near hurting. But you knew better than to beg at this point, pleading having done you no good formerly, and let him use your cunt as he wished.

Shinjuro didn't hold himself off, didn't drag out his own finish to draw out another orgasm from you. He didn't want to with how perfectly your hole was fluttering around him, milking his balls for all he was worth. Nor would he need to with how backed up and long-lasting he was. It'd be a miracle if he was at any point not hard around you for next several hours. So why stave off his own release when he could milk every drop into your molten, welcoming pussy?

You were pulled flush into him, the mouth of your heat locked around the base of his swelled and twitching cock. You offhandedly thought that your muscles should've been sore from how arched your backside was into him, but they weren't. Another challenge awaiting tomorrow perhaps.

A torrid thickness spread throughout your nethers, making you jump slightly before melting into it. You mewled as it piled in, collecting into a hot pressure at the mouth of your womb before seeping into it. It only took you a brief moment to realize what it was. Cum. His.

Your body trembled from the overwhelming hotness and he smoothed a hand over your bloating stomach.

"Shhh, take it. Take it all," he crooned.

You babbled and puled as it built and built and built, like there was a dam of his seed spurting into you. You unintentionally, probably instinctually, squeezed around him, drawing more out and he whined and murmured his praise. "Good girl, get as much as you can." You threw your face into your arms and shook.

Finally, the flood seemed to stop, his length quickly hardening once more between your puffy lips. You felt too full, too fattened. You wanted him to pull out so the pressure could be released inside of you and allow you to finally breathe. But instead he began rolling himself right back into your soiled cunt, grunting viciously and holding you in place for the abuse. And you couldn't do a thing to stop him.

It was like you were on the cusp of consciousness and unconsciousness. Sanity and insanity. No feeling existed other than that of his thick cock thrusting inside of you, occasionally stilling to release a hot and heavy load into your womb that left you floundering. And it continued that way, all through the night, perhaps the day too, you couldn't recall. On top, on bottom, on your side, on the floor, on the bed, on the dresser, inside of you, all inside of you, never pulling out for more than a few seconds and only to change your position. And at some point, your endurance finally caved in, giving in to asleep.

Waking up, you felt groggy, head pounding and body so sore and bloated that you felt you couldn't even move a muscle. The chirping of birds and whisks of wind stirred you from your uneasy rest, a nervousness present in your chest with no clue as to what happened the night before. Sweat was collected in a cold sheen over your aching flesh from under the covers and made them cling to your skin. Too hot. Too bright. You grumbled with fluttering eyes from the light that was beginning to leak into the room, and you peeled the blankets off, bracing yourself to get up. Your heart stopped and dropped into your stomach when you felt something large wedged inside of you. And everything came flooding back.

You froze, only now aware of the person behind you and the appendage keeping you connected. You couldn't stop your leaf-like shaking, and prayed it wouldn't wake him. You didn't want to deal with this, you just wanted to get up and leave and scrub at your skin until you were nothing but bone and marrow. You swallowed the lump in your throat and gingerly tried to pull yourself away, cringing at the feeling of his member sliding out of your bruised walls.

"Mmmm... don't."

All you could do was yelp and choke when you were forced back down onto his prick, the head slamming back into your guts. Shinjuro took a deep breathe and mumbled, tucking your head under his chin and hugging your back into his chest. He twitched inside of you, and you felt you were going to break down at any moment.

"Please," you whispered with a cracked voice, "I-I want to b-go- clean." Be clean, is what you had wanted to say. He muttered something under his breath, 'just go back t' bed' or something like that, but you had already made up your mind. You sniffled, the tears prickling your eyes beginning to drip down your cheeks, and a sob managed to escape your lungs. He groaned behind you annoyed and shuffled. "Fucking hell," he cursed and yanked out of you in one swift motion. Your ears rung from the wet pop it made, and you gasped as the pressure locked inside of you finally pooled out down your legs and onto the sheets. His sinuous arms released their hold around you and you damn near booked it to the washroom that was connected to his bedroom, your limp thankfully masking how eager you were to get away. Cleancleancleancleancleancleanclean

You didn't care that the water was ice cold nor did you take the time to heat it, in fact, you welcomed the freezing balm on your burnt flesh and scrubbed as hard as you could at the caked whiteness.

Hearing the door open stopped you.

"Tch, you didn't - here." He lit up the firewood under the tub, letting the fire sizzle and grow. You did turn to him, didn't look at him. You just starred down at your lap, hoping he'd just leave. Hoping you'd vanish from existence.

Shinjuro knew he should do the gentlemanly thing and at least help you clean up, give you aftercare and the such. He worked himself so hard breeding you last night that he'd let it slip his mind then. No, he was going to be a good husband this time around. A perfect one. And that started with mending the damage. He lifted you up under your arms and set you down into the waters, climbing in after you and pulling you into his lap. You breathed not once.

He softly kneaded your slicked skin, tutting when he'd gotten to the patches between your legs that you'd rubbed raw from scraping. How could you clean a brat so well but not yourself? And your silence was killing him. More so than your usual chattiness, even.

"What?" he muttered as he wiped at the back of your thighs. Teary droplets hit the water.

"I want to go home."

He cocked an eyebrow but continued cleaning.

"You want to go home?" he repeated in a condescending tone. You didn't answer, so he continued.

"This is your home. So I don't know what you mean."

Your shoulders shook. "No," you croaked, "I want to l-leave. I-I w-want to go b-back-"

This time he chuckled and stopped scrubbing, pulling you back down to sit down on him.

"To your fiancé?" He mocked. You whimpered and he shook his head with a smirk.

"You know you can't go back there right?" Your eyes widened, confusion riddled over your features, along with shock. He laughed again.

"How dishonorable it would be - you, an unmarried woman, becoming pregnant by another man. While having an awaiting suitor, no less. That would be the talk of your little town, would it not?

Your face paled. You weren't preg... you looked down between your legs, growing nauseous at the remembrance of your former filth. Nor were you on any contraceptives. Why would you be? You weren't married yet and even then, children would've been the priority. And your tender breasts and aching uterus told you it was your fertile week. The man seemed to revel in your grief.

"No, you're staying here. You will call off that damned engagement, become my wife and bear my children. That is your only option - unless of course you'd enjoy the reputation of a common whore."

Your head was still spinning as he set you on the edge of the bath and pried you legs apart.

There's no going back. You're stuck here.

He ducked his head down and his teeth nipped up your thighs, slow and teasing.

No one would believe you. Not the word of a peasant woman over a noble samurai.

He edged closer to your center, bitings turned to kissing and licks as he sucked marks into your plushness.

The wedding was - would have been - four months from now. You would have been showing by then. Nor could the baby be passed off as your fiancé's with such unique physical traits - blond hair and gold eyes.

His tongue swiped up your slit, swirling around your clit and bringing it into his mouth in a harsh suck. You gasped and tipped your head back, unprepared for the stimulation.

He was right. This was your only option. It was him or a life of rumors and lies. It was just him. Him and this life that he would now dictate and control. Just him.

Because you were his. And he owned you.

[kitten-on-ecstasy]

reaper!deku x f!reader

minors DNI

summary - deku comes to collect your soul, and doesn’t want to give it back.

a/n - deku’s a sweet boy, even when he’s the grim reaper ok, he is. cw: for abuse, depression, bruises, broken bones, blood mention, smut, breeding without readers explicit consent, BUT deku is in love w u and is def gonna b a good dad, hurt to A TON of comfort/smut, deku’s a touch monsterous, big boi!, lil horns, but mostly humanoid because im a coward.

for @natsuonii​ ‘s monsterfucker collab dont look at me, I’m late. 

It’s not that he liked his job, Deku reminds himself as he feels the tugging towards another soul ready for departure, it’s that he feels a sense of duty. He was a shepherd, to most of the people he visited, death was a kindness, a release, and he was sure, already leaping over rooftops his tattered black cloak dragging behind him, that you would be no different. Like most people, you cower at his figure darkening the doorway, but oh you poor thing, you can barely move.

“Ohh,” he can’t help it, the sympathetic sound pouring from his lips, what a helpless little thing, “So many broken bones,” he muses, squatting beside you. You’re leaned up against the wall of an empty apartment, blood trickling down the side of your face. You let out a little breath, and at the ghost of his touch the pain dissipates. “I haven’t seen one this bad in a while,” he says, and you swallow, looking up at the dark figure.

He was tall, and broad, with a tangle of dark green curls that matched his glittering verdant irises, a smattering of freckles across his nose. He reaches a scarred hand out to you, and you take it, bursting into tears.

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[kitten-on-ecstasy]

Love is Sorrow. She is yours now.

- kinktober 2021 -

ch 1 - taken | masterlist | join the taglist

summary - after the collapse of society(zombie apocalypse au) you're making the best out of your situation with your strange healing quirk and your little brother. this fic is gonna be reader x 1-A p much.

a/n - basically i tried to include every kink in this series, we get laid A LOT. A/B/O. Omega Reader. Zombie Au. Reader/Characters are all ~25. This chapter: giant cock kirishima, readers parents are dead, zombies, I stole names from haikyuu!, but it's not a crossover. smut. kirishima x reader smut this chapter. alpha!kirishima. tw praise and degredation, choking, rough sex generally, alphas being posessive. extremely mild gore. bondage. bakugou w a baseball bat.

networks - @http-404-error-unknown and @anime-central

“Oh, shit,” You hear over your shoulder as you fly through the ruins of your city. The harness of your flygear tugs on your body as you swing from rooftop to rooftop in the late afternoon glow. You land, skidding a little, and they catch up to you quickly.

“Easy,” Inuoaka cautions, “Doesn't make sense for the healer to lead.”

“Then be faster,” You say brightly, “It’ll be dusk soon.”

“Not that soon,” Akane whines, “Plus it’s so nice to be out, and back here,” She glances around, the billboard with the Pro Hero Hawks face is peeling, only half of his trademark smirk is visible, “Even if everything is different.”

“There’s a convenience store down there,” You point at a flickering sign, “Doesn’t look like it got looted too badly.”

“Good eye,” Inuoaka lifts his binoculars, “Just be careful, it looks like there’s a basement level, and we know what’s waiting for us in the dark.” He turns back to you. “Priorities?”

“Medicine.” You say with a sad little nod, knowing how many people back at your poorly improvised base were sick, and malnourished, and tired in a way no amount of healing could help. “Then food with nutrition, but honestly, anything edible.”

“You heard the lady,” Inouaka beckons and all four of you fly down on your retractable steel cables, landing in front of the store, which looks sad and run down, blood splattered on the outside of the building has dulled to a rusty stain.

“Gold mine,” Alisa whines, “Oh my god there’s MAKEUP,” she runs inside, and you inspect the ransacked and ruined store. Light pours in through the window, but the silence in the cityscape

“Save your space for food,” Inuoaka snaps.

“Something’s off.” You mutter, and Akane sighs.

“You say that whenever anything good happens!” She whines, and then squeals, having found a few cans of prepackaged ravioli.

“Ah,” You hear Inouaka call over to you from across the store. He looks embarrassed when you round the corner into the aisle. “They have suppressants.” He mutters, and your face burns.

“Thanks.” You mumble, shoving the full bottles into your pack, before ripping the shelves of all the pills present, Alisa’s right, it is a goldmine, tylenol, antihistamines, anti bacterial wipes. But the suppressants are of course, the thing Inuoaka thought of, given that you’d ended your romantic relationship with the only alpha at your base, the prospect of your impending heat was hardly appealing.

“You know,” He says quietly, the other three out in the store, fighting over some candy, while you add bandages to your pack, and alcohol wipes, “You know if you needed help I’d still, I’d still be there for you.” You swallow.

“That’s not fair,” you look up at him, half of his face caught in the golden relief of the setting sun. “And you know it wouldn’t be fair of me to ask that, when I’m the one who ended it.”

“Okay,” He says, “But I still don’t understand why you would-”

“Just because it’s the end of the world,” you shake your head, unable to look at him anymore, “Doesn’t mean I’m going to settle for someone I know isn’t right for me.” He recoils like you’ve slapped him, so you backtrack. “And that’s not an insult, it just means, it just means you’re not right, for me, I mean, you’re gonna make some girl really, really happy.” He scowls.

“Whatever. Just take your pills so you don’t end up crawling back to me and settling.”

“Inuoaka, I-” But he’s already turned his back, hurrying the others. You mash your palms into your eye sockets for a moment before going back to raiding the store. This was the kind of place you’d have frequented in your past life, maybe stumbled in to buy ramen at three in the morning, maybe impulse bought a pack of gum. The shelves are dusty and erratically stocked, food is all over the floor, cans of beans, packets of ramen that had been stepped on in someone’s hasty escape.

It had been about ten months since the collapse of society, after the emergence of a strange new disease that at first seemed to target those with strong quirks, but everything fell apart so quickly there wasn’t much time for science to catch up. The plague, the zombie disease, or LKK-9, had ravaged the world, so quickly you’d barely had time to adapt. Suddenly your late blooming healing quirk, which, since it was unregistered, wouldn’t have changed your life at all, made you valuable. You’d settled in with your little brother at a base of humans staying at an old airport outside of town. You hadn’t seen your parents since the city fell. It’s not that you weren’t close, didn’t love them, but you’d moved so quickly you’d barely had time to mourn, which meant tripping over the indelicate traps that grief sets. It means that your heart sank looking at the package sparkly band aids your mother had spread over your scraped knees after you’d fallen off your two wheeler, it meant knowing that this store had your step-fathers favorite brand of cereal spilled all over the floor made your chest tight and uncomfortable. Your bag nearly filled with supplies, you turn back to the group, and take a deep breath.

“It’s getting late, ready to go?”

“Should we check the basement?” You raise your eyebrows and Akane doubles down. “I mean, we should right, what if there’s like, tools, or metal, or something important?” You look to Inuoaka, who decides with one hand rubbing his chin. He’s already regretting snapping at you, already hating that you’re in pain and it’s his fault.

“Ah, healer stays with me. Akane, Alisa, go ahead. Be fast. The sun’s gonna set any minute.” The two girls bound down the escalator that clearly hasn’t moved in months.

“I really didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” you say immediately, when they’re out of earshot. He nods, but looks pained, green eyes bright in the low light.

“I just,” He gestures in front of himself, “Don’t understand why you’re so sure you don’t want to be with me.” You think about it, the truth, the truth was, not kind. The truth would hurt.

“We just don’t think the same way about the important stuff.” You confess, attempting to couch, “I think you’re a good leader,and that means sometimes you do hard things. And the right thing morally isn’t always the right thing for you, personally. Or our base.” He groans.

“This is about whether we let people in, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know how you turn people away.” You say, pressing your lips together.

“I am not having this conversation again,” He snaps, “Not when we barely have enough fucking food for the people who are there.”

“I just think-” There’s a crash in the basement.

“Shit,” Inuoaka draws his knife, “Alisa,” he calls, “Akane?” There’s no answer. “Shit shit shit,”

“I’m sure they’re fine,” you say as he starts to edge his way down the aisle, towards the elevator, “Right?”

“Shh.” He hisses, and you hear it, the low groan of something, of something inhuman. You’ve heard this sound a million times, and it still strikes terror into your heart, it still makes your blood race, your mouth dry.

“Fuck,” you breathe, drawing your two long knives.

“If I tell you to go back you’ll go back.” He says, not looking at you.

“Sou-”

“If I tell you to go back you’ll go back!” He barks, and you can see his hands shaking.

“Fine.” You breathe, “Fine, yes sir, I will.” The basement is dimly lit, but not as picked over. You light a flashlight, and hold it over Inuoaka’s shoulder as he moves deeper into the storage room. You hear the moaning again, a something, an almost human, beginning to wake up. You make quick eye contact with your ex boyfriend, who looks past you, into the darkness, and swears violently. You turn, and behind the escalator is Alisa’s body, her head bashed in, blood splattered across the concrete floor. “Oh my god,” you whimper, the words spilling from your lips unbidden. Akane’s body is a few feet away, an inhuman huddled over her lifeless form. There’s one more body, a huge man with a shock of long red hair, so bright it almost glows in the darkness.

“We have to go,” Inuoaka tuggs on your sleeve. You’re frozen, feet stuck to the dirty floor, eyes on Akane’s, but your gaze is wrenched from his when the huge man stirs a little, groaning.

“He’s alive,” You hiss, and Inuoaka shakes his head violently, eyes narrowing.

“He might as well be dead, we can’t, he’s too big to carry, I-”

“I’ll do it.” You snap, as you start to hear movement upstairs. “You know I can save him.”

“I forbid it.” He says, in a low growl, and you feel it then, his alpha creeping into his tone, and you feel the part of yourself that wants to cower and obey. You fight it, planting your feet firmly, jaw tight.

“If you make me do this, and let him die,” You whisper, “Inuoaka Sou, I will never, ever forgive you.” He swallows, and you read the conflict clearly on his face, you know it’s not fair, not fair to use the way he feels about you to save your own soul.

“Clip him to your own belt.” He says, after a second of thought. “I’m not carrying dead weight.” You let out a sigh of relief, and quick as a flash, Inouaka steps out from behind the boxes and engages the inhuman, wielding one gleaming blade as the monster screams, you’d never get used to the sight of them. The eyes were yellowed, the skin grey green, but it’s not like all traces of personhood are gone from them. Wedding rings, chains, tattered clothing, survival instincts, all remained on the inhumans unless you ripped those things away. You take the opening he created, stepping over your companions' bodies, and scooping the huge man up. He’s heavy, and you struggle getting his waist wrapped around your survival loop, meant for if someone elses fly gear failed and you had to carry them. You tighten it and the thing screams again, the sound is sharp and bone chilling, every hair on your body standing up.

“Hurry the fuck up,” Inuouaka yells, and you shoot a cable into the ceiling of the floor above and flying, much slower than usual, up and out of the basement. Inuoaka follows, still swearing, and the two of you run out of the store just in time to see the orange tip of the sun disappear on the horizon. “Fuck!” He swears and the two of you take off, swinging from building to building, but you’re having trouble keeping up, and the man attached to you shows no more signs of waking up. With the added weight you’re swinging higher and longer, and as you watch the inhumans gather below, scuttling between parked cars and rubble. You’re halfway back when your cable snaps and you go flying through the window of an empty office building, shattering glass slicing into your body as you and the redhead roll across the industrial carpet, kicking up dust. You hear Inuoaka scream your name and follow you into the building. You struggle to a seated position, in shock, staring at your bloody palms and then your ruined flygear.

“Oh my god” you breathe, head spinning, as he runs to you and a pained look crosses his face.

“I didn’t,” he whispers, “I didn’t bring my tether.”

“What?” Your eyes widen in shock, then narrow in anger.

“I, I didn’t think we’d need it,” He whispers, as if that’ll soften your , “And now yours is broken,” he looks at the leather that used to be attaching the redhead to you, and he’s right, snapped. The man lying on his back, pale and sweaty, breathing shallow. You avert your eyes from his mangled hand. “Take mine,” he says quickly, “And go back.”

“They need you,” you argue, “They need you much more than they need me, and you fucking know it.”

“You’re a healer,” He breathes, voice aching. “They-”

“They need a leader, Sou,” You whisper, “They’re just, just kids.” The sound outside grows louder. “I’ll, I’ll hole up here, in one of the broom closets or something, just, just come back for me, alright, because my brother-”

“He needs you.” He nods, understanding. “I, I don’t, I don’t want to just,” he swallows, fighting his survival instincts. “I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“You’re not.” You urge, glancing at the man lying next to you. “I’ll fix him up overnight and hopefully he’s good for something, he looks like he can fight.” Inouaka sighs, “Um,” your courage is fading as fast as the sunlight, “Just, please take care of my little brother if-”

“I won’t have to.” He says, a touch of anger in his tone, and you can feel it again, his alpha. “I’ll see you tomorrow, that’s an order.”

“Yes, sir.” You say softly and he leans down, kissing you hard and impulsively, pulling you to your feet and wrapping you in his arms.

“Just in case,” He says, and you’re not sure if he’s scenting you for your own protection, or if it’s some kind of romantic goodbye, “Sorry, I,” He swallows, “See you tomorrow.” He doesn’t wait for you to respond, taking off running and leaping out of the hole in the window.

You take a deep breath, knowing you don’t have long before they smell you, before they climb out of the sewers, worm their way up the stairwells, figure out how to open the heavy metal doors. You drag the bleeding man, who groans lightly, down the hallway until you find a broom closet. You sigh with relief upon finding it virtually untouched, mop still leaning on the wall, there’s even a brown bag lunch on one of the metal shelves. You get the redhead inside, and close the door as quietly as possible, locking it and then pushing the metal shelves against it, barricading yourself in, collapsing against the wall and curling up in a ball, the reality of your situation crashing over you like an ocean wave.

“Fuck,” you whimper, it’s too dark in the closet to remove the glass from your body any way but clumsily. You gasp with pain anytime you pull the wrong direction and a shard ends up digging deeper. “I hope, I hope you turn out to be worth it.” You mumble, lighting up your palms, and watching as a warm blue light spreads from your hand to his body. “Wonder if I’m just making us better fucking food for them.” In response, the man groans again. His skin is clammy and cold under your touch. “Um, make a noise if you can hear me?” You watch him carefully for a response but he doesn’t react. “I know it feels good,” you say dryly, “Try not to get too excited though or Inuoaka won’t let you stay at the base.” Your stomach growls, twisting with hunger and you take a brief break from healing to feed yourself.

You dig through your pack with your free hand. Alisa, Akane, and Inuoaka had taken most of the food, but you’d grabbed a couple things. The crackle as you open a protein bar feels deafening, in the silence and you try not to wince at the staleness.

It’s another hour before you hear them, the soft noises that the inhumans make, the zombies that wander aimlessly, dragging their disease riddled bodies towards any warmth, any sound any life. If you hum, you can tune them out, but you quickly run out of songs.

It’s late summer, maybe fall, and you’re dressed for combat, not warmth. Your leggings are durable, and your long sleeved top is thin, allowing for maximum movement, but as the temperature drops, you find yourself envying the jeans and flannel of the man next to you. The wound on his hand is closing, thank god, but hopefully he won’t mind the loss of a few fingers. Another shiver rips through you and you hear a wet groan, loud and close, they must have finally made it to this floor on the office building. An involuntary whimper rips through you, remembering Alisa’s broken head, Akane’s lifeless eyes.

“I’m, I’m sorry,” you mumble, scooting closer to your companion. “This is probably inappropriate.” You lie down next to him, shivering as you curl into his broad chest, not breaking the skin to skin contact you need for your quirk to work. You close your eyes, but you see them, bloody and dead on the floor, you see the creature feasting upon your dead friends, knowing that now they’re walking with the rest of them, staggering through the streets, half alive. You gasp when you hear the first one slam against the door, taking a fistful of the stranger's flannel. Fear rips through you as you inhale sharply you feel your omega relax. You fumble for the pills in your bag with one hand, gagging as you dry swallow and then lay back down with the apparent alpha, unable to sleep, haunted by the eyes of your dead companions, as the inhumans slam their bodies against the locked door. You must drift off eventually though, because when Kirishima wakes, you’re fast asleep.

It’s like coming to from a nightmare, waking in the dark room, the last thing he remembers is screaming at his friends to leave him after he’d been bitten, tears in his eyes, as the monsters jaws closed on his hand, losing consciousness at the sight of his blood on the floor of the convenience store basement. His heart races, then calms, as he realizes, he’s not in pain, not injured, but picks back up when he realizes he’s not alone.

“Holy shit,” He breathes, and then there’s a slam on the door. He blinks in the darkness, a sleeping girl, no, a woman, you were, what, maybe 24, 25? “Hey,” he whispers, not wanting to scare you, “Did you uh, how did we get here?” Your eyes fly open and you scramble away from him, scooting across the dirty floor.

“I um,” you swallow, pressed up against the wall. “I couldn’t leave you there, when you were alive.” He looks down at his hand, and flexes his fist in the darkness.

“Why am I alive, and I’m,” he looks down, examining the rest of his body, “I should be

dead, I told my team to leave me, I’d been bitten.” You smile, just a hint of smugness in your voice.

“That’s not a problem for me.”

“You’re a healer.” He says, surprised.

“And I’m sensing that your powers of deduction probably need some time to recalibrate a

After nearly bleeding out, which, I’m so sorry it took me so long, I was trying to get you back to my base where I could focus, and fix you up properly. Our leader and some others will come to get us once the sun rises, you can stay with us.” He shakes his head.

“You don’t recognize me.” he says, a touch of a sadness to his voice. “I mean, almost no one does, but still.”

“What?” You blink at him, trying to get a better look at his face.

“I’m Red Riot?” He tries. “Before uh,” he gestures, you understand, “I was a hero. I’d been out of university for a few years.”

“Oh.” There was a time in your life when the presence of a hero would have been reassuring, but now it makes your palms break into a cold sweat.

“And I’m not surprised you’re a healer,” he clarifies, “I just thought, I just thought omegas weren’t supposed to have quirks.” Of course, you think, of course he’s suspicious. It is suspicious. Just stay calm. Just breathe.

“It’s rare.” You mumble. “Sorry,” you gesture to air around you, hoping it’s not too saturated with your own hormones, “I took a suppressant a few hours ago.”

“It’s alright.” He says cheerfully. “I’m a gentleman, I can control myself,” He sits up, smelling the faint scenting Inouaka had left, leaning against the wall. You might be someone elses, even though you were unmarked. “Would you be more comfortable over here?” He offers, testing the waters. There’s another slam, followed by a groan, and your whole body seizes up with fear, the small room filling with evidence of your vulnerability. “C’mere, I’ll hold you.” he offers again and you nod, scooting across the floor under his arm.

“Sorry,” you mumble as you press yourself against his chest, inhaling his comforting scent, a warm deep musk, and he wraps a thick arm around your body.

“You saved my life and spent all night healing me,” when he speaks you can feel the vibrations. “It’s the least I can do.” There’s another slam, and he reaches out and covers your outward facing ear.

“Wait um, what’s your name?” You mumble, already feeling safe and warm, despite knowing that the undead were lining up outside trying to break into your hiding spot, despite knowing you were definitely the only humans for miles, your body abandons all rational thought at his touch.

“I’m Kirishima.”

“Y/n.” You mutter, and he nods.

“Go to sleep, y/n.” He tightens his grip on you. “I’ll take care of you for now, alright?” You swallow and let your eyes drift shut, embracing the peaceful slumber. Kirishima digs in his jean pocket, pulling his sat phone out of his pocket, and pressing the button to send his location. At a campfire just outside of the city, four people gasp in unison.

“Thought you said you saw him get bit,” Bakugou snarls,

“We did!” Sero says, voice raw and pained, tight from crying and overuse, “He told us to fucking leave him there,” He stans, running his fingers through his dark hair. Denki and Mina look up from where they’re sitting.

“I-it could be the thing,” She sniffs, “Just p-pressing buttons on his sat phone.”

“Are you willing to risk that it’s not?” Bakugou says standing, grabbing his pack and his baseball bat, slinging both over his shoulder.

“W-where are you going?” Denki whispers, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.

“I’d raise that goddamn city to find him.” Bakugou looks out into the darkness, turning away from the fire until his eyes adjust. “Just like he’d do for any of us,” emotion creeps into his voice and he sniffs. “We’ve lost a lot of people. If there’s a chance,” he doesn’t turn back, “I can’t leave him out there.”

“I saw him go down.” Denki says, still not quite able to put any sound in his voice, barely audible over the crackle of the flames.

“Someone’s gotta stay here.” Mina says, “With the fire, and keep it high, so that we have something to come back to.” She grabs her pack. “But I won’t let you go alone, Bakugou,” She gets up and touches his upper arm. “Alright?”

“Me too.” Sero pipes up, grabbing his axe, swinging it experimentally through the air. “If he’s out there, we’ll find him.”

“What’s your plan,” Denki sniffs, “For when you get into the thick of it.” Bakugou turns back to his friend, the fire reflecting in his eyes, but he doesn’t look manic, or angry, he looks calmer than Denki’s ever seen him.

“I’m gonna blow them all to hell.”

You stir, and Kirishima presses his lips to the top of your head, hoping the effects of his pheromones will keep you warm and sleepy, but you lift your gaze to him, then he watches you squint in the darkness.

“Can I um,” you fight a yawn, and then try to talk through it, but it gets the better of you in the most adorable way possible, and you yawn again, shivering. “Can I see your hand?” He extends it towards you, and you gasp in the darkness, feeling your fingers lace together. “Kirishima?” You say, louder than you mean to, and there’s a slam so loud the door rattles. Your instinct takes over and you dive into him, swinging your legs into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly, burying your face in his chest.

“It’s alright,” he says softly, “I’m here, it’s alright.”

“Y-your fingers,” you stammer, “They grew back.”

“Yeah,” He says, ‘I woke up, basically whole.” He rubs your arm, trying to comfort you, “Is that not, I mean have you never, done that before?”

“No.” You whisper. “Never.”

“That’s okay,” he breathes, anything to reassure you, “That’s alright, okay, we’ll figure it out.”

“You’ll like our base,” you mumble, trying not to think too hard about your new quirk, or it’s origins, “There’s like 20 of us right now, or ah,” he feels you shiver against him, 18.”

“You lose some people today?” He asks and you nod. “I’m so sorry.” You sigh, tightening your arms around his neck. He’s kicking himself, for not being able to tear his mind from the way you’re pressed against him, so gentle, so weak, pliant in his hands. “You could come back to my people,” he says, testing the waters, “Other pro heroes, we have a base underground. You’d be safer there.”

“You don’t know that.” You mumble, and he chuckles.

“Trust me, I do.”

“I appreciate it,” you say softly, “But I can’t leave my brother. I have to go back for him, and the others. They need me.” You snuggle against him, and he thinks, fuck it, he already came back from the dead today, he’ll keep pushing his luck.

“Seems like you need me.” You laugh. Not quite the response he was hoping for.

“I don’t need an alpha.” You let go and look at him. “This is just convenient. Plus over the counter suppressants suck.”

“So what,” He counters, “You’ve just been taking suppressants for 10 months, skipping your heats?”

“I had an someone on the base.” You say, a touch defensive.

“Oh shit,” Kirishima breathes, “Did he, today-”

“No.” You say quickly, “No no, Sou’s alive. I just broke it off.” You swallow. “Sorry, I might

Um, have been taking advantage of your alpha instincts for warmth.” He shrugs.

“Feel free to keep doing it.” He reaches for you, drawing you back into him. “It’s uh, nice to be close to someone.” You nod, pressing yourself against his chest again.

“You smell nice.” You mumble and if there were any light in the closet you’d see him blush to match his hair. “‘N I feel safe like this, with you.”

“Is that right,” he breathes, taking one of your hands, interlacing your fingers with his own before lifting the inside of your wrist to his mouth, “Relax, and take it” he murmurs, and you let out a soft whimper as he moves down to the crook of your neck, sharp teeth ghosting over your pulse point as he scents you, you feel his rough tongue on your soft skin, deepening the kiss. You twist in his arms, straddling him with your arms around his neck.

“Want you,” you mumble, giving in, and his hands dig into the softness of your hips, moving lower to cup your ass, a low growl rumbling from his chest.

“Actually,” he corrects, “I haven’t seen an omega in almost a year,” he squeezes your ass hard, and pulls you into a passionate kiss, fumbling with the button on his jeans, “I fuckin’ need you,” you grind your hips down on his, he kneads at your thighs.

“Please,” you whimper pathetically, reaching down between your legs to grant some relief to your aching clit but he catches your wrist swiftly, eyes darkening.

“Mine.” He growls, eyes darkening, and you recoil in fear, but he parts your folds with a finger, rubbing his thumb around your clit, slipping a single digit into your aching core. “Fuck,” he grunts, “Fuck, you’re tight,” your thighs tremble as he adds a second finger, every brush of his thumb against your clit sends a jolt of electricity straight to your brain.

“Mmh,” he moans into your mouth, taking his cock out of his pants and pumping it, your face warms and your palms ache with desire,

“Please, Kirishima, I-”

“Get your fuckin’ pants off,” he grunts, not giving you any chance to do it, lifting you by the waist off his lap and laying you down on the floor, ripping them off himself, before climbing on top of you. “Not gonna mark you,” he promises and you nod gratefully.

“No chance you have a condom?” You breathe and he shakes his head.

“Sorry sweetheart,” he presses a kiss to your cheek, taking one moment to drink you in, pliant and trembling, “I’ll pull out.” You nod quickly, and he lifts you again, settling you on his lap. “M gonna go slow,” you glance down at his cock, and your eyes widen, he’s long and thick, already dripping with pre, and he kisses you quickly, “It’ll fit,” he promises, whispering into your lips, “I’ll go slow.” He promises again, and you feel him ease the tip inside of you.

“Ohmygod,” you mumble, and then let out a soft whine as you sink a little lower, the stretch hurts, but it also brings a measure of relief, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders as he presses on your thighs, guiding you lower.

“So good,” he coos, “Such a good girl,” he feels you shiver at the praise, “Almost there,” he promises, feeling you crumple against him.

“Kirishima,” you mumble, trying to keep your voice down,

“M’gonna move,” he warns, guiding your hips in a rolling motion that you replicate as your mouth drops open and your eyes sting with tears. “Fuck, yes,” he hisses, “Feels so good baby,” he kisses your cheek,

“S’so big,” you choke out, as he presses hard against your g spot, a light sheen of sweat forming on your forehead as he picks up the pace a little, grunting lightly. His hands are everywhere, skimming your waist your hips, your thighs. You’re so sweet, mewling softly as you bury your face in his neck, scraping your teeth across his skin, kissing up his jaw.

“Doin’ so well,” he breathes, “Fuck, baby, I-” He wraps his arms around you and rolls you onto the ground, laying on top of you, bracing his full weight with one hand,

“Oh, oh my god,” he’s fucking you so hard that now your breath is coming in short sharp gasps. You rake your nails down his back, holding onto him for dear life. Every thrust of his hips against yours sends you higher, brings you closer, and instincts take over, “Can I,” you gasp, “Can I cum, please,” he doesn’t respond right away and you feel yourself teetering on the edge of your high, “Can I, alpha,” you start to plead, “Please, please,”

“Yeah, baby,” he cuts you off, “Cum all over my cock, fuck yeah.” He punctuates the last word by slamming his hips against yours, sending you vaulting over the cliff of your orgasm, tears rolling down your cheeks as he chases his own high, thrusts becoming sporadic before he pulls out, cumming into his hand with a low growl. He grabs a towel from the janitors shelf and wipes it off quickly, tossing it in the corner before sweeping you up in his arms, kissing every salty tear from your face. You cuddle into him, feverish and hot, pressing your lips to his neck. “Missed that so much,” He breathes, holding you in the darkness. You hum your agreement. “Come with me,” he breathes, heart rate still slowing, unwilling to let you go in any capacity.

“Can’t.” You mumble, locking your arms around his neck. “Thank you though.” He kisses your forehead.

“Let me take care of you tonight, at least,” he whispers, and as the glow fades, you remember where you are, fear wraps around your heart, cold and smooth.

“A-alright.” You inhale deeply, and he pets your head, covering your ears.

“Go back to sleep then, I’ll keep watch.” You bury your face in his neck, inhaling deeply, drifting off to sleep. You’re so cute, he thinks, all wrapped up in his arms, and you look soft, and vulnerable. Biologically, the idea of abandoning you here in the morning gives him physical discomfort, he can feel his chest tightening at the idea of leaving you behind, even with another alpha. He traces burning patterns in your skin, marveling at its texture, scenting you to the best of his ability without waking you, bringing the inside of your wrists to his mouth, one by one, kissing you softly on the underside of your jaw, and he can feel your blood racing under your skin, as if sleep brings little comfort from your anxieties. He passes the night like this, committing you to memory.

It’s another hour before he hears it, and at the sound of the first explosion, not quite loud enough to make you stir. “Holy shit,” he breathes, more to himself than to you, “Holy shit they got it.” You wake with a gasp at the second boom, louder, more powerful, it shakes the building.

“Kirishima,” You mumble, still half asleep. “What’s-”

“It’s my friends,” He says, scrambling to his feet like the weight of you hanging on him is nothing, “Get your shit, alright, they’re saving us.” He sets you on your feet and you grab your pack, making sure your double knives are in their holsters, picking up your harness and broken flygear. He snatches it from you and swings it over his shoulder as the explosions get louder and closer.

“No,” you shake your head as he goes to move the bookshelves. “No Kirishima, my friends, they’re going to look for me here, and my brother, he’s still at that base, I’ve, I’ve been there the whole time, I need-”

“You need to live.” Kirishima says urgently. “For your brother. Don’t die in a broom closet waiting to be saved.” It would be easy, the thought burns in his mind, to throw you over his shoulder and take you with him. It would be easy.

“I will live if you just don’t open that door,” you plead with him, “Please, Kirishima I-”

“My friends think I’m dead,” he pleads, “They probably spent tonight, mourning me, I, I have to, have to get to them,” he sniffs, and lets out a long shaky breath. “Please.” You have a split second of indecision, and then you shove a shelving unit away from the door.

“Fine, fine, I get it.” You nod. “I’ll find my brother tomorrow. Let’s go.” His heart snaps in his chest, how could you possibly trust him that much, that quickly. You go to hand him one of your knives but he shakes his head, and you watch him activate his quirk, he grows a few inches, skin shingling, his fingers coming to a point.

“Just stay behind me, sweetheart.” He says, before he wrenches the door off its hinges and grabs one of the inhumans by the head, throwing it at the other two who were clawing at the door, you draw both your knives, standing behind him. “Hey Bakugou,” he yells, and down in the street Bakugou’s heart thrums, letting loose a huge explosion from his palms,

“Oi DIPSHIT,” You hear from the street, “Get your ass here or I’ll kill you my fuckin’ self.”

“Up here,” Kirishima yells, tossing one of them out the window. Down in the street Mina barely ducks in time. The impact barely affects the creature, it screams and then scuttles off down an ally. It’s cloudy and especially dark, but you can see the balls of fire and energy igniting and extinguishing in the street.

“Who the hell are your friends?” You whirl on Kirishima, but instead of arguing, he runs at you, picking you up with one hand and leaping out the window, digging his hardened digits into the concrete side of the building to slow your fall as your scream rips through the night. He lands, sets you on your feet, and is promptly tackled by a woman with pink hair, and a dark haired man.

“Mina, Sero I-”

“Save it.” The woman sniffs, interrupting him.

“Oi,” A low voice growls. “We don’t got all fuckin’ night.” You look over your shoulder. A tall blonde with smoking palms and a deep scowl stalks towards the redhead, stopping a few feet away from him. There’s a pause. “Kirishima Eijirou.” He says, and he winces.

“Y-yeah, Bakugou?”

“You ever pull some shit like that again,” He snarls, moving right up into the slightly taller man’s personal space, “I’ll kill you myself.” For a second, it looks like he might hit him, but Kirishima grabs him, wrapping his arms around the angry blonde, who melts into the embrace.

“Sh-should we move?” You pipe up, and the four of them remember your presence all at the same time.

“And who the fuck is this?” Bakugou snaps, gesturing to you.

“She healed my bite.” Kirishima says and Bakugou blinks in the darkness, he hears something scuttling and lets loose another huge explosion from his hand, lighting up half of the street with burning energy. You yelp and dive behind Kirishima.

“She healed your bite?” Sero asks, incredulous, barely reacting to Bakugou’s explosions, “I thought that was impossible.”

“She also regrew a few of my fingers.” Kirishima offers, attempting to gently bring you out from behind him, but you’re resisting. “C’mon, say hi, sweetheart?” He prompts, and you watch Bakugou wrinkle his nose in the moonlight.

“Omega’s don’t have quirks,” Bakugou says, eyes narrow, and your heart sinks.

“It’s rare.” You counter. “Not impossible.” Bakugou scowls.

“Lemme see your hand.” Kirishima extends it and Bakugou inspects it clinically, then looks you up and down, sniffing. “You’re unmarked.”

“That’s none of your business.” You match his cool tone.

“Actually,” Bakugou turns his back on you, “If you’re gonna be fuckin’ my liutenant then yes it is my goddamn business,” He snakes an arm out and grabs Mina’s wrist, shoving her behind him as he swings a baseball bat through the air, connecting hard with a sickening crunch, the inhuman that has been attempting to sneak up on him goes flying. He turns back to you. “Kirishima gets attached to your lot.”

“My lot?” You take a step towards the blond.

“S’not my fault if I don’t dig your whole helpless schtick,” Bakugou snarls, and Kirishima puts a hand on your shoulder but you wrench free of his grasp and rock onto your tiptoes to make eye contact with the alpha. “Whatcha gonna do,” he coos, “Beg me for somethin’?” You scowl, and slap him across the face as hard as you can.

“Jesus fuckin’ christ,” He spits on the ground and Kirishima yanks you away from him, pinning your arms behind your back. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“With me?” You snap.

“You did just insult her entire gender,” Mina offers helpfully, and Bakugou rolls his eyes.

“Needy little shits.” You strain against Kirishima, who holds you back easily.

“She saved my life, Katsuki.” He says, and he sobers a little. “At great personal cost.” Bakugou sighs and rolls his eyes.

“Alright, alright I’ll be nice to the omega. She’s comin’ with us anyway.” He rubs his face, the imprint of your hand flush against his skin.

“No, actually.” You jump in. “The omega goes back to her family and friends.”

“Ah, no she doesn’t.” He grunts, and Kirishima shifts his weight a little, nervously. “We got people who need healin’ and,” he studies you, “Never heard of someone who could heal bites. Why the hell aren’t you in some commission laboratory?” You struggle against Kirishima who annoyingly doesn’t even seem to be working hard at holding you against him.

“My parents didn’t register my quirk.” You answer and Bakugou narrows his eyes even more.

“Never heard of that.”

“Let,” you grunt, “Let go of me, I’ll, I’ll find my own way back to my camp-”

“You’ll get fuckin’ eaten.” Bakugou says, observing your futile efforts. “Nah you come with us.”

“I have family,” desperation seeps into your voice, “Please don’t make me abandon them.” Bakugou turns his back on you.

“If you’re a good girl for us, I’ll send someone to get them.”

“Go to hell,” you snarl, “This is why people fucking hate heroes.” That pricks his ears up. “Entitled fucking bastards.”

“This is why civilians are fucking annoying,” he retorts, leading the group back through the city, Kirishima picks you up, cradling you to his chest as you struggle, “Because you don’t have the bigger goddamn picture, you’re only thinkin’ about your comfort in this moment.” You arch your back and swing your leg up, connecting with Kirishima’s jaw. He’s so surprised that he drops you, and you spring to your feet, sprinting away in the darkness.

“Oh my god,” Bakugou snaps, not waiting for Kirishima to get you but following you through the city. You draw both your knives, as the inhumans come out of the darkness, following you. This is the nightmare scenario, you admit to yourself, but you’d rather be fighting them on your own then separated from your brother in the long term. You hear them behind you, Bakugou loosing an explosion, flying through the air to tackle you to the ground. You roll and grapple, but the alpha eventually pins your wrists so tightly you drop your knives. He straddles you on the asphalt, chest heaving.

“Bakugou,” Kirishima says, looking uncomfortable, “Are we really gonna kidnap someone?”

“Give me some fuckin’ tape,” Bakugou barks at Sero who obeys. Bakugou rolls you onto your back, taping your wrists together behind your back, then your ankles and thighs.

“Do you all just do whatever he says,” you spit on the street,

“Yeah,” Sero says with a shrug. “It usually works out for the best if we do.”

“Bring me that pretty fuckin’ face,” Bakugou taunts, pulling you to your feet and holding your chin roughly as he covers your mouth with tape. “That’s so much better.” He taps your cheek lightly as you glower at him.

“Bakugou.” Kirishima repeats as the blonde holds you up. “She’s serious, she has family to take care of.”

“Well I got a base of refugees,” Bakugou counters, “And the only person who can save us from this goddamn nightmare in a fuckin’ coma, so sue me if I’m not about to let the first semi competant I’ve seen healer get away from us.” Kirishima frowns, crossing his arms and apparently that disapproval is enough for Bakugou to soften, pinching his nose. ”Fine Kirishima, whatever,” he turns to you, ”Your base is just outside the city?” He rips the tape off your mouth. You swallow before answering.

“You won’t hurt anyone?” You say quietly, and he shakes his head.

“Scouts honor, princess.” He jerks his head towards the others. “I’m gonna send these two to go get your family.”

“It’s just my brother.” You say, so quietly they almost can’t hear you. “Please, please just let me go, don’t-”

“Can’t.” Bakugou cuts you off, “I got an entire budding civilization to consider. But uh,” he looks uncomfortable, “Don’t wanna break your family up, I guess, if it can be avoided.” He nods to Mina and Sero. “See you back at base in a week with uh,” he turns to you, “What’s his name and where is he?”

“Kaoru.” You whisper. “And they’re at the airport.” Bakugou nods and then replaces the tape on your mouth, shoving you back towards Kirishima.

“Carry her.” He orders, and the alpha scoops you up in his arms like you’re nothing. They blast their way through the city, and there are a couple close calls but eventually they make their way towards suburbia, towards the high school you’d attended, past houses and cars not far from the ones you’d learned to walk in, had your heart broken in. Lived in. You’re grateful they didn’t blindfold you, thinking the way your body is bouncing in Kirishima’s arms would definitely make you nauseated.

“Sorry about this,” Kirishima says, only loud enough for you to hear, and you just look up at him, “I’ll uh, I’ll make sure you get taken care of, alright.” You scowl at him, and he shrugs. “I know this isn’t want you wanna hear right now but that,” he gestures to your expression, “Is adorable.” You squirm in his arms and he tightens his grip on your body. It’s another few minutes of silence, of your heart racing, when Kirishima shoves you at Bakugou just in time to get tackled to the ground.

“You goddamn bastard!” A new man says, genuine anger raw in his tone, “I saw you go down, you,” he bursts into tears and Kirishima stands, cradling him to his chest. “Fuck, I couldn’t take another fuckin’ loss,” he sniffs, “What the hell happened?” Bakugou sets you on your feet,

“I’m gonna give ya my sleeping bag, we gotta debrief. Try not to get in any trouble.” He carries you to the tent, more gently than he’d been touching you before. “C’mere,” he grunts, scooting you into the deep green bag and zipping it up around you.

“It’s gonna smell like me, now.” You warn, and he shrugs.

“Been a long time since any of us have even seen an omega,” he wrinkles his nose, “Even if you smell like shitty hair. I don’t mind.” He stands then, leaving you tucked in, and tightly restrained.

[kitten-on-ecstasy]

taken care of [wolf hybrid Bakugo]

req: Okay so hear me out Wolf hybrid baku with a human owner/caretaker. She’s laying on the couch watching tv and bakugou for some reason all of a sudden come over and lays on her leg. He keeps changing positions and she doesn’t think much of it till she feels something wet on her knee and hears him whimpering. Turns out he’s in a rut and is dry humping her leg😳. He keeps humping her leg and she just smiles at her poor needy puppy, praising him and scratching behind his ears while he’s moaning loud tag list: @smol-floatyy @wholesomey-artist @moonlightinsanity @dabis-azure-songbird characters are 20+. contents: unprotected sex, hybrid/monster fucking, dry humping, rough sex, oral sex 

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you laid on the couch, reveling in the weekend you would spend in relaxation. with tv remote in hand, you flipped through channels. while most liked to plan out a relaxing day, you just let the relaxing activities happen. they came to you, which was how you found yourself lounging after a light lunch and a walk to your apartments complex’s lobby for the mail. aside from the quips of nonsensical noise from each channel, there was a small rustling in the corner of the room. 

it wasn’t uncommon for odd sounds to be made throughout your apartment. since you’d taken in a hybrid, he was always making some kind of sound; whether that was a crash, clash, or clatter. most hybrids were rambunctious and high maintenance, which made it had for them to function in normal society. so they were put into protection programs by the government to give them caring homes where they could have all their needs fulfilled. it wasn’t as if they couldn’t survive on their own, it was the fact that society hadn’t wanted them to. they were too dangerous to put into spaces with humans, but that wasn’t true. but try telling that to government officials. you were just glad to see that they had done something at least positive for hybrids. 

Bakugo was one of the most high maintenance hybrids you had ever met. he was your first live-in, but you had worked with a few hybrids before him. he was a wolf, complete with furry ears, a bushy tail, and large fangs. he prided himself for being an alpha of his species, strong and very mean. living with him for the first few months proved difficult because he would swear up and down that he didn’t need you. he tried to leave once, but he was only gone for three hours, coming back asking for demanding a warm meal and blankets. that was what he got for trying to leave in the middle of winter. 

you did your best to be a good caretaker to him, but he really tried your patience sometimes. however, you weren’t one to give up, though you were sure in the beginning that was something he had been hoping on. over time, he got used to you and you got used to him. he didn’t always have to rely on you, but you could tell that he really liked being pampered sometimes. although he could be aggressive and brash, he came to show you a softer side to him, one that he did not let show whenever you had a visitor. when your friend Midoriya would come over, he would actually bark and growl at him. it got so bad that he bit Midoriya and you had put him out on the balcony as a time out. he made such a ruckus of noise, you considered yourself lucky to have not gotten a strike or citation from the neighbors. 

most weekends were fairly calm, especially when you had no one coming to visit and no work to do. Bakugo was an active hybrid and needed a lot of physical activity to keep him entertained and happy. Weekends were his cool down period and he was often quiet and tired. today seemed to be different. he was making a lot of noise, rolling around in his bed (you had offered to turn the spare room into his room with an actual bed, but he liked his on the hardwood floor). you tried to ignore it, thinking he was asleep and dreaming. 

you finally found a show that seemed like it would be fun to watch, one that didn’t require you to pay that much attention or watch three seasons worth of content to understand what was going on in one episode. you sighed happily and settled into the comfort of the couch. 

a few minutes passed and Bakugo came over, taking a seat at your feet before laying down. he watched the tv as a commercial for dental care played, his head resting against your stomach. you sat there, a little confused. he never did things like this, never wanted to cuddle you. while it was common for hybrids to be in need of such affection, Bakugo swore that he never liked that sort of stuff. you never questioned him. you wondered if he was alright, but you decided not to ask, scared to offend him in some way. his arm hung from over the edge and he seemed comfortable, so you took this as a wine. 

however, a few moments later he shifted and turned onto his back. he nudged your soft thighs apart and laid between them. he rested his hands over his stomach. your hand went to his hair and petted it softly, carding your fingers through the soft spikes. he made a noise and shifted again. he stayed in his new laying position for all of two minutes before turning again, his face half buried in your shirt. you could feel the warmth of his breath on your stomach and it made you shudder. you did your best not to move so much, afraid to make him anymore uncomfortable than he already was. you wanted to ask him what was wrong, but as you opened your mouth to do just that, something wet made contact with your leg. 

you looked down at Bakugo, seeing his cheeks were flushed. he wasn’t looking at you, eyes focused on the tv. he didn’t like the tv very much, especially the shows you liked, so it had already struck you as weird that he would come join you in watching it. but now you could see that he was using it as an excuse not to look at you. 

you touched his forehead, feeling it’s excessive warmth. he finally turned his eyes to you and you could see that his pupils were slightly blown, bigger than normal, and his red irises were like small rings. you ran your hand through his hair, partially to wipe some if his sweat off of your palm. as you did this, he folded his ears down. his entire body seemed to be hotter. 

with the realization of just what is going on, you blush red. his hips are rutting downward, the wetness you feel being a patch on his sweatpants. he’s panting into the fabric of your shirt, watching your face with extreme focus now. he’s gone into his rut and has started humping your leg. he began to whimper, hiding his face when you met his eye again. 

you pet his hair and hummed. you’d known that this day would come eventually, when he would come to his rut period in your care. you were sure that it was prolonged due to the new environment and having to get used to you, however there was no real way to prepare for something like that. especially as a first time caretaker. 

“aw, poor puppy’s gotten his rut,” you said, a smile coming onto your face. he growled, then whined. he didn’t falter in his movements, desperately humping away against your leg. you couldn’t help but chuckle at his reaction, knowing he must not like that name. you continued to give him attention, scratching behind his ears. “good boy.” 

with your encouragement, he continued his actions. he held onto the cushion under you, whimpering and whining with every breath. before, his desires had seemed like they were going to go unfulfilled. so he’d resorted to the last thing he could think of to do, which was to go to you. he was so hot, his body feeling as though it was on fire. his cock throbbed and was confined to his pants, which he’d refused to pull of and expose himself to you. but when it became to much, he did the bare minimum he could, and that was to find relief rutting himself against you. 

he was glad you accepted it, glad you weren’t going to rehome him or throw him out. he was so desperate, so needy, he hated it, but loved that you gave him the attention he needed. your name fell from his lips as he tipped over the edge, making a few hard thrusts against your soft leg as he released. 

you watched him, then sat up when he was done. this motion made him do the same and he got on his knees before you, exposing the now much larger wet patch on the crotch of his pants. there was some residue on your leg and you leaned down, scraping it off with your finger. Bakugo watched you with anticipation and intrigue. his tail began to whap into the couch as you put your finger in your mouth. you hummed and smiled at him, winking. 

“very good boy,” you told him and stand up. you walked over and began palming the still prominent tent in his sweats. due to his heat, his erection wasn’t going to go down with just one orgasm, and you could hear how needy he was just from your light touch on it. “what do you need, Bakugo?” 

“I-I need you to take care of it,” he whimpered, hips moving into your hand. you hooked your thumb into the material and pushed them down, smirking as his cock came free. it was covered in his cum and very red, especially at the tip. 

“follow me, puppy,” you tell him and start walking to your bedroom. after all, what kind of caretaker would you be if you didn’t help him in his most desperate times? you heard the excited stomps of his feet coming up behind you and your bit your lip, leading the way into the room and turning on the light. 

Bakugo seemed a little too excited, as when he came in, he started to pull at your shirt. you laughed as the material moved in a way to tickle you and you helped him pull it off. he began to drool once he saw your your naked breasts and soft rolls of your waist, tail wagging behind him. your name slipped off his tongue once more before he pounced, pushing you onto your bed. like a wild animal, he began to tug at your pants, wanting those off as well. undoing the tie, you helped him and let him pull them of your body. your panties followed quickly after. 

from the encounter in the living room, you were already a little wet. your folds were glistening and it was a sight the hybrid loved to see. he dipped down between your plush thighs, grabbing onto them and squeezing them, and got a closer look. he’d smelled your growing arousal when he’d done his naughty activities, but now he was in the thick of it. his senses were overtaken and it made the rest of the red of his eyes disappear. he dove in, lapping at your pussy as if he hadn’t had a drop of water in days. you moaned and brought your hand into his hair, pushing him into you. his tongue delved into your wet heat and you felt your eyes roll back. he pushed your thighs apart, his nails digging into your skin and biting at the softness. you made it a point to file his claws down because he had a bad habit to scratch at people he didn’t like, now you were glad you’d done it for a whole other reason. 

“Bakugo,” you gasped, feeling as he began to tongue fuck you. it felt amazing, unlike anything you’d ever felt before, his tongue slightly rougher than a humans. but you pouted as the experience was over all too soon and you sat up on your elbow to look at him, seeing him pushing and pulling his clothes off with haste. he looked at you, eyes hungry as his mouth and chin were wet with your essence.

you yelped as Bakugo flipped you over, pulling you by the ankle to the edge of the bed. you grabbed the sheets, hoping to maintain some control over the hybrid and the situation, but there was a feral growl that arose from his chest that told you that you’d already lost it. he was in control now and you were more than okay with that. 

he brought your hips up to his, making your only way to touch the floor being your tiptoes. the primal need to relieve his rut had completely engrossed him, his movements being those of a quick and purposeful man. his tip met your folds and before you had a chance to say anything, he was pushing into you, making you scream out with pleasure and pain. he was rather long, his base thick and it thinned down very little as it went down the tip. the tip itself was more pointed and it touched further into your with a purpose, one you’d learn later on. just at the juncture where his cock met his pelvis, he had a knot that pressed against your hot skin with an almost scalding heat. with the new sensation of having him inside you, stretching you, your mind had no capacity to think of all those details, on their own nor together. 

he didn’t give you much time to adjust, starting to rut himself into you. he didn’t pull out much, making his thrusts somewhat shallow, but you were choked up over it no matter what. the wetness you created caused a squelching between you when he pulled out but a wet slap when he slammed into you. it hurt in the best way possible. 

you tried to push yourself up at least onto your elbows, but Bakugo growled and brought his upper half down against your back, holding you down. he wasn’t going to let you up anytime soon, you had a feeling, but that was okay. you were panting and moaning with pure ecstasy, letting out his name every now and again or calling him a “good boy” for making you feel so amazing. he grunted into your ear, but all he could say was your name. 

the fever of the room only increased when he got faster, pounding into you with a relentless speed that made you scream again. you had to grab onto the sheets and bite them to at least be a little quiet, but consideration for the neighbors was thrown out a long time ago. so you let yourself feel and release the pleasure however you could, the sheets getting a little ripped in the process. this display seemed to only excite Bakugo more, as he chuckled and nipped at your shoulder. 

“I’m so close, I’m so fucking close,” you let out, body beginning to squirm and move with need. your own arousal was coming to a head, your edge coming soon and you knew you weren’t sure if you were going to make it after that. you were crying out his name before you even came, so you tried to hold out a little longer, but that didn’t last. 

Bakugo made one particularly hard thrust, hitting your g-spot, and making you crash. your body seized and arched into the mattress. you came on his cock, your thick cream coating him perfectly. you would later come to be thankful for that orgasm as it helped him push his knot into your tight cunt better. it popped in and he moaned directly into your ear, his hips beginning to jackhammer into your ass now that he was stuck inside. with the new addition, he reached a new depth within, you, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix and pushing it open slightly. you could only lay under him, tired and groaning with aftershocks of your orgasm and the overstimulation. 

it wasn’t until his release that you understood your limits. his knot began to swell before he fired off, stretching your already snug walls, securing him for sure inside of you. his tip pressed closely into your tight ring and opened it just before he began to cum. as opposed to his previous release, he seemed to give more cum. it felt like he was filling you with buckets, but you couldn’t be sure. the smell of wild, musky sex had your senses a little haywaire and his fucking into you had your entire body tired. 

when he was done, he stood up, the motion pulling you back by his knot. you whimpered and looked at him over your shoulder, panting, hearing the way his tail moved through the air. he gathered you up in his arms, repositioning the both of you carefully onto the bed, which was a little harder than he must have anticipated. he managed to lay himself on his side with you pressed to his chest, cock still hard and nestled into your hot cunt. he grunted, curling up with you and pulling you into him more, then he calmed down. his fidgeting and uncomfortable attitude was no more. he fell asleep behind you easily. you able to follow him soon after, knowing that when he woke up, he would once again be ready to go another round. 

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Alien! Kirishima x Reader: Better With You

Warning: NSFW, ovipositor kink, implications of past abuse (not done by our shark toothed boy)

I recommend checking out some of the other parts to this AU! MY MASTERLIST 

You can enjoy this without it, but reading the other parts might answer some questions you have. :) 

The tornado siren wailed. It’s a sound I’ve heard my entire life, but it’s taken on a completely new meaning. 

Before, we’d run to the middle of the park and take shelter with our neighbors. I remember being little, and hiding under the ground from the violent winds that would tear through our community. 

The piercing sound stirred all the sleeping bodies around, the light flicked on in my neighbors trailer. I watched her shadow hurry and throw things into a bag through her window. She pushed her small son out of the door as they ran to take shelter. 

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Master List

Let me know if I forgot something! I’ll keep this updated as much as possible!

Alien AU in order of story progression:

Part 1: Izuku

Part 2: Todoroki

Part 3: Bakugo

Part 7:  Kirishima

Part 4: Shinso

Part 5: Mirio

Part 6: Dabi

Alien AU Head Cannons

Kidnapped?? Not you! 

Yokai Au, best read in this order:

Kitsune! Todoroki Part 1

Tengu! Kaminari Denki

Kitsune! Todoroki Part 2

Oni! Bakugo 

Good old fashioned Monster boys:

Spider King! Sero Hanta: Caught in his web

Demon! Dabi

Kitsune Kaminari!: Stealing your heart 

Vampire! Shinso Part 1 and Part 2

Black Eyed Kids! Denki Kaminari x Reader

Romantic Pieces, sfw, wholesome vibes ONLY:

Prince Bakugo! A royal romance

Fae King Izuku

Shinso x Very shy, selectively mute reader request

Pro Hero Red Riot x Worried Fiance (kinda short, srry ily)

Tamaki x Caring Reader

Yandere:

Yandere Himiko Toga x Female Reader

Villain Izuku Part 1:

Yandere Pro Hero Denki, “If I killed someone for you”

Yandere Todoroki: The ghost drabble 

Nonsense, fics that aren’t connected to anything and I have no clue what to call them:

Shigaraki doing you at a halloween party? I guess? idk don’t yell at me

Dom Kirishima with some tentacle machine request (this one was a wild ride)

Thank you for all of your support. If you’d ever like to offer support for my works, you can do so by donating to my ko-fi account Here.

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“Behind Brothel Doors Pt. 4”

Summary: ✨Part 1✨•✨ Part 2✨•✨ Part 3✨

Words: 5,558

Warnings: Smut

Authors Note: Merry Christmas and happy holidays~ I love you guys💕💕 (please have another pair of underwear ready~)

✨ Please keep in mind this is a quirkless au ✨

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Fulfilled

You hadn’t noticed how much you’d slipped away. Or, rather, you hadn’t noticed how Katsuki Bakugou had sculpted you into the perfect little housewife he wanted you to be.

cw: dumbification, domesticity, manipulation

Ao3

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my hero

— Walking alone in the middle of the night isn’t the best of ideas, but that’s okay, you had a hero waiting to save you.

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pairing: kirishima eijirou x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, pwp, exhibitionism, strangers fucking, dirty talk, praise, belly bulge, attempted kidnapping

word count: 5,197

a/n: and we’re back! sorry for the super late uploads, I hope you can forgive me. pls enjoy, I had fun writing it :D

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You really needed to stop walking the streets so late at night.

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His Face

Hawks | Keigo Takami x Reader

Warnings: Yandere!Hawks, Non-con

Word count: 3,000+

Commission for: @yanyansnack​

Keigo just wanted you to love him. He regrets ever trying. 

Keigo prided himself on his self restraint. By definition it was called deception, or in layman’s terms… being two-faced. Not true by Keigo’s own dictionary, why he had a variety of faces. The one he showed you was farthest from his real one, yet he showed it to you because it was the best one–full of love and yearning. 

“You’re a psychopath!” 

The plate smashed into several pieces on the wall beside him. 

The bastard was brimming with intelligence. His mathematical skills were superb, he was a master tactician, articulate and communicable with others. He knew how to get inside people’s heads and understand their inner workings. But for the love of God–he could not comprehend why you didn’t love him. He felt so stupid, so pathetically ignorant as you threw untrue names at him with that look of fear in your lovely eyes. 

Why were you so afraid of him? 

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Stuck In Heat| Katsuki Bakugou x Bunny F!Reader (Smut)

Aww, thx anon. I didn’t know if you wanted a male or female reader so I used a female reader as my default, though I’ll be glad to do a rewrite if you wanted a male or gender neutral reader! (I’m just looking for an excuse to write more smut, don’t judge me)

“Hey, this is Y/N, just leave a message for me and I’ll get ba-”

“Dammit!” Katsuki cursed under his breath, his grip on the steering wheel becoming merciless. It’s been hours and you still weren’t picking up his calls.

Just yesterday you were leaving his apartment, giggling and happy, promising to call him tomorrow. And he stood there, leaning on the doorframe, a dopey grin on his face, looking forward to the moment he’d get to hear your voice again.

“Hey, this is Y/N, just leave a message for me and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

So where the fuck were you?

He understood that sometimes people were busy and that’s why he gave it an hour before calling you again. But when you hadn’t picked up your phone, he began to worry. This wasn’t like you at all. If you were going to be so busy, you would’ve texted him, you knew how he got when you didn’t.

Were you cheating?

No, he trusted you as far as Uraraka could throw a ball.

Were you in danger? 

Memories of that night began to creep in and he began to feel his chest pound. Had you been captured by villains? How did they know you were his girlfriend? Was this another attempt to recruit him?

How could he be so stupid? He should’ve just let you stay the night, it wasn’t like you hadn’t before. But you kept insisting and he knew you could take care of yourself-

A not-so-distant honking brought him back to where he was and he stepped on the pedal, more concerned for your safety than who he pissed off.

He had texted you before he left for your apartment, but he couldn’t check if you had read it or not.

There was no denying it, Katsuki was full-on panicking. But could you blame him? You were the Achilles heel everyone was so desperate to find. Just knowing your name was precious information that could rock his world and he just couldn’t afford-

Breathe Katsuki…

The words you’d uttered so many times before had found a place somewhere in his heart, only coming out during his times of need. He allowed them to echo in his mind and soon found himself relaxing, his car not feeling as confining as it had before, his grip on the steering wheel easing ever so slightly.

Breathe Katsuki…

It was okay. It was going to be okay. He was almost at your place. You were safe.

Breathe Katsu-

“Hello?”

Breathing be damned, you were alive.

“Y/N!? Are you fucking okay!? I’ve been calling you for hours and you didn’t pick up once!” He winced at the volume of his voice, but he just couldn’t help it. He needed to know if you were okay.

A few agonizing moments went bye along with some unidentifiable sounds from your side of the call..

He glanced over at his phone, frowning in confusion. Was this some kind of sick joke? “Y/N, what the hell is going on-”

*Beep*

Did you just-?

He looked over again and saw that you had hung up.

He wanted to call you again, but he was so close to your place. Had he done something wrong? Were you mad at him?

It sure was getting fucking hard to breathe.

Meanwhile

Why did it hurt?

Why did it hurt so much?

You couldn’t move, it was agony and pleasure all at the same time. Every movement, every breath you took, every sound you heard sent shocks like electricity down your body and straight to your dripping cunt.

That morning you had been greeted by unimaginable pleasure that left you paralyzed. Paralyzed but oh so fucking hot~

Had a villain hit you with their quirk? 

You tried to think back to last night but your mind felt fuzzy and unfocused. The only clear memory was of…

Katsuki…

“Nnngh~” You gripped as best as you could at your bedsheets, your back arching, bracing for another wave of euphoria to wash over your body. As you did so, you let out a breathless moan, the fabric of your shirt hitting your nipples oh so perfectly. 

You were tired, overwhelmed, but so, so turned on.

Why was the thought of Katsuki intensifying this feeling? The thought of his big strong arms around you, holding you close, gripping your waist, rubbing against your-

“Shit!” You moan out, your feet tapping excitedly at the incomplete thought.

You could barely react, let alone move. This would be fine if it wasn’t for the fact it was a million degrees in your room. Why was it so, so hot? If you could just get up and turn down the heat-

Wait.

Hot?

Heat?

Shit-

A vague memory of learning about heats comes to mind but is quickly washed away by the thought of Katsuki. 

Your tail twitched lightly though it was unable to do much with your ass lying on it.

Even though this pleasure was turning painful, even though you should be looking for some kind of suppressant, even though you should turn the damn heat down… You couldn’t help but think about Katsuki.

And how his fat cock would feel inside your dripping cunt.

Shitshitshit, too far-

But it was too late, you could feel how sticky your panties were becoming and your nose was twitching nonstop.

Okay, okay, Y/N, focus! Heats in people with bunny quirks…

You scrunch your face, rubbing your thighs together in hopes of calming down enough to remember how to deal when “the time” comes.

S-something about age and suppressants and partners-

Partners who would pound you face-first into the mattress, their throbbing cock so deliciously wet from your slick as they pumped in and out of your pussy at merciless speeds-

“Fuck!” You moan, your head as far into your pillow as it possibly could be. 

No, no, no, no, this couldn’t be happening, you were years late for your heat, you thought you were one of the lucky ones that simply didn’t get heats. 

But now you were just a horny delusional mess.

The shocks wouldn’t stop, they were just getting stronger and all you could do was roll around in your bed, absolutely helpless to these feelings.

Suddenly, the sound of your phone ringing reached you and your elongated ears perked at the sudden sound. You glance over at it, but immediately regretted doing so.

A picture of Katsuki’s face appeared on the vibrating screen and the most you could do was moan out his name, brutally assaulted by lewd thoughts of how you just wanted him to fuck you already.

Unconsciously, your hand let go of the fabric of the bedsheet and slipped into your pants. It was only when you felt your finger slip into your tight cunt that you had registered exactly what you were doing.

Maybe…maybe if I cum…I won’t feel like this.

Maybe that was just an excuse to masturbate to his photo.

Funny thing was that it wasn’t even particularly sexy image- just him sitting down on a park bench and looking at your camera. But in this state you noticed details that you never would have before. Were his eyes always that enticing? His arms were so muscular and strong looking. And cocky smirk- you would love those lips to be somewhere else-

And then your screen went black.

In your state of absolute euphoria, you had forgotten it was a fucking phone call- though it was hard to register the vibration of your phone when your whole body ached for your boyfriend.

You reach out for your phone with you other hand but only got so far before you were hit by painful shocks that sent you moaning out.

On your screen you could see that he had called you three times already- you had just failed to notice.

Great, he was probably freaking out by now. You knew how he got, especially considering how he got captured by villains when he was in highschool.

You wanted him to know you were safe, you wanted him to come over and fuck you. 

Finally, finally, finally, after so long of reaching out, you had finally managed to grab your phone and bring it back to you.

With shaky hands, you begin to type the passcode for your phone when suddenly it lights up, Katsuki’s picture appearing on the screen. You answer it with no hesitation, just wanting to let him know you were safe.

“H-hello?” God, why did your voice sound so shaky?

Your phone erupted in worried exclamations from your boyfriend that you weren’t prepared for.

His voice- You ears flopped to cover your face and you try (and fail) to resist moaning out. His voice sounds so good.

You felt ashamed, angry even. You had to let him know you were fine, that everything was fine but you couldn’t.

“Y/N, what the hell is going on-” 

You quickly hang up, not really able to process what you had just done in this haze of pain.

Your finger had started moving but you barely noticed it, seeing that Katsuki’s cock was the only thing you wanted at that moment.

You had resigned to this feeling when not 5 minutes later you hear your front door open.

Again, your body went crazy, your nose twitching non-stop. His scent. You usually didn’t notice how your boyfriend smelled, but now, wafts of apple cinnamon reached your nose and you absolutely lived for it.

“Y/N!?”

His voice and his scent assaulted you oh so well. 

As much as you desired him, you began to dread the moment he saw you like this. What would he think? What would he say?

Well it was too late to hide because he opened the door to your room.

It was a sight he was not expecting. Your ack arched, hand deep in your pants and you looking at him with those beautiful eyes.

“Y-Y/N?” He was relieved, and confused, and yes- turned on.

He wasn’t expecting the moan that you had released either. What the hell is going on? 

He couldn’t see the tears running down your face as your ears were covering your eyes, but did hear the sniffle. And then the second one along with the third.

It was like a switch had been turned on in him and he rushed over to your bed, arms already enveloping your body in a strong hug. “Don’t cry baby, don’t cry…” he whispered stroking your back.

“He…” You whisper shakily, grabbing tightly to his shirt. It was all you could do to stop from grabbing it off his body and cuddling with it. All you wanted was to be surrounded by his things. I think that’s called…nesting? 

“He?” He echoes, looking into your eyes. Your face was flushed, your body shaking like crazy. Just as he had begun to relax, he felt himself begin to worry again. “Are you sick? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

You shake your head and bury your face into his chest, his scent the only thing you wanted. “He…” You try again, too overwhelmed to speak clearly. Taking a breath you say it once more, this time barely able to say it all the way through. “Heat!”

Heat? You were hot? Or rather…Oh. Oh.

Oh shit.

“Heat!? You’re…” He trailed off, suddenly feeling your perky nipples against his chest, your leg rubbing pathetically against his cock, your hot breath against his neck. “…in heat.”

That explained a lot.

Katsuki paused. He knew the problem but the solution…

Suddenly you tensed in his arms, a groan of pain escaping your lips. The electricity you felt in your body went from light and arousing to intense and painful. All you wanted was to fuck him, all you wanted was him, his scent, his dick. “Katsukiii-” You moan, the tears still running down your face. You just wanted it to end. “Please…” You couldn’t take it anymore.

He knew what you needed and he knew you were in pain. He didn’t even think twice before stripping himself of his pants and boxers and climbing between your legs.

You had soaked through your shorts and your thighs were covered in your slick.  He admired the sight, his cock already hardening because of it. 

You can’t help yourself and moan again, this time spreading your legs wider. You didn’t care how at this point, you just need him.

Did you even know how desperate you looked? How sexy you sounded moaning his name? How much this turned him on?

His hand moved to slide down your shorts and panties, taking note of how loud you moaned at just the graze of this fingertips.

Katsuki lined himself at your entrance, already half hard from just the sight of your wet slit. He glances up at your face, needing to be 100% sure this was what you wanted. You nod vigorously before he could even say a word, your gaze intense enough to finish anyone that looked at you.

As much as he wanted to tease you, he also wanted to relieve your pain. Slowly, he pressed his erection into your cunt, feeling your walls stretch to accommodate him.

He barley held back a moan, grunting instead. You arched your back and moaned out, the heat of him filling you completely.

You were overwhelmed and couldn’t think straight, your mind occupied by this utter feeling of being full and then some. It was like the shocks were coming harder but this time instead of pain you felt , it was something that could only be described as absolute euphoria. You cried out in pleasure, clamping as tightly as possible around him. You hadn’t even realized you were close to orgasm until you suddenly felt a wave of impossibly good pleasure wash over you and you’re left unable to make a sound.

He was unable to hold back his moan this time, what with you sucking him in like this. “Shit, baby you feel so good, I- fuckfuckfuuuck~” He thrust absentmindedly into you, grabbing blindly at your breasts as he let out breathy moans. It was something about the way you cried out, something about the way you seemed desperate, needy even. It did things to him, things even he didn’t understand. He was completely hard now and it seemed like he was going to burst what with the amount of precum there was pouring from his cock.

You could only moan his name as you make some attempt to push back, your hips lightly fluttering. The sounds. Your ears were unusually sensitive during that moment and every sensual sound that reached your ears only increased you arousal. 

The sounds coming from your slit as your boyfriends thrust mercilessly in and out of you, his breathy moans and grunts, your desperate moans, it was all so much. You felt yourself reaching orgasm again for what? The 6th time? 8th? 12th?

Only for Katsuki. Only for Katsuki would you spread your legs so wide, moan so loudly, beg so shamelessly for. Only for him.

Katsuki felt how your walls pressed mercilessly at his cock, a sign that you were close again. It was as if he himself was in heat as he could only think about you, and how perfect everything about you was. “Mmm, Y/N, you’re so fucking good to me baby, fuck- so, so good to me!” He wanted you to only want him, he wanted your pussy to be the shape of his cock, he wanted to fuck his baby into, he wanted you.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes-” you moan into his neck shivering suddenly as he bite down on yours, his tongue swirling around what would possibly be a very large bruise.

His pace was brutal and you were sure he was going to finish soon. All you could do was hold on, your breasts bouncing as he fucked you.

Those beautiful breasts? His. That soaking pussy? His. That perfect ass? His. You were his and if his cock fucking you into a  state of euphoria wasn’t enough to get the message through to you then he’d gladly do it again. 

His thrusts became faster and less timed, his moans almost as loud as yours, the tight coil in his stomach only loosening when he thought about his semen being inside of you, properly making you his.

Your were covered in a blanket of warmth as Katsuki released into you and you thrust your hips, wanting- no needing more.

As he collapses on the side of your bed, worn out from fucking you so hard, you somehow find the strength to mount him again, a crazed look in your eye.

“Y/N what- fuck!” He was taken off guard when you start grinding against his highly sensitive cock.

“I-I’m sorry, I c-can’t, oh fuck, I can’t stop, I just need shit, yeeees, I j-just need your cock!” You grind harder against him, unable to think comprehend what you were thinking.

The only thing Katsuki could do was lay back and take it.

He was in for a wild ride.

[kitten-on-ecstasy]