#giran x reader

[savnofilter]

Wisdom Teeth Aftercare

                    LoV + Giran x [GN]Reader

CONTENT WARNING(S): sav attempting fluff, mentions of wounds & medicine doses, def an insert, semi established-relationships.

WORD COUNT: 1.5k [5 mins].

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A/N: im in so so so much pain. wrote this because im lonley and would kill to have one of these beautiful characters to aid me. these would be longer if i wasnt so delirious rn. (not proofread)

Dabi knows what to do but also does not. 

hes been through a lot of painful situations wheres hes needed to take medication, and most times he isnt even able to take any. 

hes trying his best to comfort for you in his own little warped way. 

"Hey, sit back down" Dabi snaps at you in annoyance as you attempt to leave your bed, and rolls his eyes at your mumble-whining. "You're delirious right now, don't argue with me."

he makes sure that your night stand is always replenished. hes like a little nurse and even in your medicated haze, you find it super cute.

♱ you cant tell him that tho… he'll get pouty. not something you hate but its the bratty behavior that follows it.

gives you tons of forehead kisses because he cant give you cheek ones cuz of your swollen cheeks. 

its practically killing him he cant just cup them while theyre big the way they are. 

is definitely teasing you as he takes care of you. sometimes putting stuff out of your reach or eating a burger in front of you knowing you wont be able to do that for a couple of days. 

"Fine fine, say ahh-- oh wait." Dabi snickers. 

he really thought he ate, huh? i guess he did (literally).

Shigaraki does not know what hes doing. 

"You want cuddles or sumthin'??" He tilts his head as you look at him with the most annoying puppy dog eyes you can muster up. 

he unfortunately believes that you could suck it up but we all know its because deep down he enjoys pain a little too much. 

is actually persistent on giving you your meds for you to heal with.

although dont expect it to be accurate all the time…. 

he isnt as attentive and usually drops by to spend some time with you since he doesnt want you to be alone too much. 

even with how awkward it is, he'll give you the "normal'' amount of affection and give your head and cheekbone area light kisses for you to feel better.

"You know I can go steal a way stronger dose right?" 

If you could frantically shake your head no you would.

he'll sometimes let you play video games with him so he can also keep himself entertained as well. 

he doesnt assimilate into your schedule like Dabi does but he tries his best to still help you no matter what.

Toga in a very odd way is ecstatic that youre in pain. 

♱ not like she isnt “odd” already,,

shes very excited to play nurse and help you heal. probably dresses for the part too.

"We'll get you back up on your feet in no time!"Toga declares happily, shoving a small spoon into your mouth with applesauce on it. 

is whistling or humming as she helps you out and somehow acquired some non-prescriptive cute glasses. she'll tilt them up or press them closer as she checks the doses. 

shes actually pretty on top of it (but you do have to double check if its correct because you know how careless she can be without ill intent).

she'll get you stuff animals and blankets for you to nap in. 

has it so shes sleeping over (not that thats new anyways).

gives you lots of affections but makes sure to be soft so she doesnt hurt you by accident.

if youre in any kind of pain, you can always count Toga be there to aid you. 

frantic. 

youd think with Spinner's cool demeanor would make you think otherwise but nope. 

hes clocking your schedule and making sure you got everything set. 

"You have everything for 12 pm right?" He checks in and takes your small little nod as a yes. He releases a small sigh to himself and leaves to take a tinkle. He let's out one of the most loudest sighs of worry you've ever heard from him. It's pretty funny when you realize he's been trying to keep composed this whole time.

unlike Toga, he has actual glasses. 

looks like such a grandpa taking care of you. 

youre so entertained by him that honestly it distracts you a bit from the soreness and the pain. 

he gets mopey when he cant cuddle you on days where youre in too much discomfort. 

has you basically nesting as you recover. 

a little all over the place? yes. would you still rate your experience with his 10/10? 

of course.

literally do not expect too much from him. 

with all Twice's sides it really differs on what youre getting that day (sometimes throughout if its a hectic 24 hours).

he is trying his best since he doesnt like seeing you in pain and gives you lots of kisses. 😭

idc what anyone says out of the whole league, hes the most caring. 

when hes attentive, hes on it. 

checking your temp, getting your foods, making sure you have your cool & hot pads. also has alarms so he can remind himself when to check up on you. 

unfortunately he doesnt want to seem like a bother so he tries to not to be too much in your space </3

he knows you dont mind but he gets self conscience as he normally does. 

even when hes not tending to you hes just chilling in your vicinity when you two arent interacting. 

he thinks he couldve helped you more but you think he did great. 

Mr Compress is all the extravaganza. you said calling in sick, bro heard "time to pamper and preform".

even if its the smallest things he'll give it to you in fun little ways so you arent bored out of your mind. 

♱ and also so you dont feel skipping out on doses and actually take them. 

you werent aware but this mf also has multiple costumes?? youre pleased to have learnt this. 

he is a show man after all…

of course he doesnt over do it, he wants you rested not overstimulated. 

is a very chill man to be around when hes not doing flip and tricks and you cant decide which of him you like more (you dont choose ultimately).

of course he has a little something up his sleeve to keep you on your toes but you cant complain with that. 

did he essentially treat you like a kid? yes. 

do you care tho? not at all. 

Kurogiri is the most put together out of them. 

(youre supposed to be surprised by this revelation.)

i mean, what do you expect from a man who has taken care of another man for years…?

makes sure youre doing everything so you can recover expeditiously. 

isnt doing all that affection stuff honestly. 

he drops in, replenishes everything you need and dips. 

he kind of treats you like youre sick and it lowkey hurts your feelings with how much he avoids you. 

in general hes give an average amount of affection so you sometimes have to speak up when he hasnt cuddled you for some time. 

even with all your requests he never seems bothered how much you ask and what you ask for. :')

he is pretty good but sometimes you wish he could be a bit softer (sue me).

imagine Toga but 2.0. 

Magne isnt as energetic and into the role of the 'nurse' but is very much still doting. 

feeds you in the beginning stages before you gotta remine them that they definitely dont have to. 😭

when youre feeling extra cranky theyll try and coax you into it (consensually ofc who do you think youre with?!)

"I know you don't feel like it but you'll feel much better once you take it." Magne rubs your shoulder as you whimper in pain, and presses a gentle and chaste kiss to your temple. 

even with how bubbly and outgoing they are, they are just as stern. 

is one to make sure youre having a laid experience while making sure your lazy attitude will not interfere with your healing process. 

makes sure to have a big celebration thing when you are fully healed and gives you all the cuddles that you may have missed out on when you were healing. 

AHT AHT stfu hes on the list dont say anything. 

Giran's methods may be ghetto but he gets the job DONE. 

"Y'know I got my own knocked out by and old friend of mine" 

"Mmphwha…?" 

"Crazy shit, I know! But he's some psychiatrist or sumthin' so I trusted the bastard anyways!" 

um… moving on…

is in and out of your place but makes sure that youre well taken of when hes there. 

its like a roulette if when you wake up he'll be on your bed watching TV or if hes nowhere to be seen without a trace. 

will give you the rare kiss but more of his gentle behaviors are like little pokes to your cheeks just because of how puffy they are. 

♱ got you those get well presents and theyre so cute. </3

his treatment is nothing special but it definitely helped you feel better. 

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #tomura shigiraki x reader #toga himiko x reader #spinner x reader #twice x reader #mr compress x reader #kurogiri x reader #magne x reader #giran x reader #bnha headcannons #mha headcannons #sav's sfwin

[sleazysquid]

hii for the giran request i was thinking: giran who makes his darling use a dildo that’s basically a mold of his dick for whenever he’s not home.

and if they chose not to comply and be pliant and ready for him when he gets home, he does something messed up to them and erases ther memory right after. so reader would get the feeling that something bad happened to them but they also get anxiety because they’ll never remember what

i’m sorry if this is too long also i love ur writing it’s so dark and juicy😮‍💨

I’ll do you one better anon, it won’t just be a dildo in the likeness of his cock, but a special attachment to a bluetooth fucking machine. ;)

The Machine- Giran x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags/Warnings: female reader, noncon, basement wife once again, yandere Giran, mind-erasing/mind-fucking, sex machine usage, Giran calls himself “daddy” once

You’re not sure how you ended up here, in this hellhole. You don’t remember anything else besides Giran. Whatever you did before your mind was erased must have been pretty horrible to end up in a situation like you are now. Maybe it’s punishment, a reward, something. It physically ails you to keep grasping at dusty memories that don’t hold a candle to what you know now. All you know, all you live for, is Giran. A sleazy chain smoking bastard that supplies cheaply made black market support items at a ridiculously inflated cost. A man who’s got intimate knowledge of every dangerous villain in Japan. A man, who— you don’t remember how you got here, why are you even trying to jog that wretched memory? You just know who he is, what he does, and most importantly, what he does to you.

His schedule is sporadic, but he always makes sure no matter what time it is that he comes home just to play with you, take care of you, to fuck you until your body limps over. Your name is Darling, though it doesn’t seem to fit you, it doesn’t feel like that was the name you had before he invaded your life. But you’ve grown fond of that name, the way his eyes light up when he sees you naked, lounging and watching dvd reruns of whatever he has in his collection. It’s too dangerous to let you watch the news, you might get the idea that there’s people looking for you, that a hero will save you. By now you’ve got the chaotic routine down to a T. The door unlocks, you’re to get up and greet him at the door, his favorite beer in hand. Clothes are prohibited even if he has guests over. You follow him like the little puppy you are, and as he sits comfortably in his special chair, he’ll either pat his lap to gesture you over, or you sit at his feet and give him a massage, followed by a hand job that signifies the task of draining his balls all night long.

Ask about his day, act like you missed him, act like you really do care about him, or you might face the wrath of that horrible machine he keeps in the corner of your hideout. Every time you’re hooked up to that thing— You’re not sure what it does, just the feeling of dread, your heart races even just looking at it. Every day, it gets harder and harder to remember your daily tasks, which upsets Giran. You take the small liberty of putting a blanket over the machine when he’s not home, and pull it off just before he unlocks the door and walks down the stairs.

It’s been a good day today, You saw the sun shine through your one basement window, Giran came home with your favorite fast food, and let you pick out a movie to watch together. It’s been… maybe a couple days? Weeks? Since the last incident, you think? You warm up to him, the anxiety of his presence is diminished, even if it’s short lived. 

“I have a surprise for you, Darling.”

“O-Oh really? What is it?” your scattered mind races. Will you be free? Will he kill you? These both sound like such wonderful options.

“It’s quite heavy, my little angel, so I’m having a few of my guys bring it downstairs. Be patient!” A genuine, real smile flashes across his face. You smile back, crushed on the inside that you’re never getting out of here. What’s he even bringing that’s so heavy? He never lifts a damn thing on his own, you think. 

You’re kept away from this present until it’s completely put together. It’s a boring hour that you try to pass the time with by offering another hand job to your captor. Mindlessly stroking his cock while your eyes are glued to the action movie he’s watching. Your mind is drifting, drifting off into oblivion… thinking the hero of this action movie will come save you… drifting….

“Hey boss, it’s all set up now!” An aggravating voice disrupts your daydream. Your head snaps in the man’s direction with an angry glare.

Giran pats your back gently, encouraging you to walk over towards your new surprise. There’s a blanket that hangs over the present, ironically the blanket you use to cover that dreadful machine. 

Giran encourages you to pull off the blanket, slowly revealing a quite large machine looking object with a long neck that sticks straight out. Anxiety melts into your throat, whatever machine is introduced ends up harming you, you just know it. This one will probably do the same. You slowly back away, shaking your head. You thought you were being good, you haven’t forgotten anything he likes, you have little notes everywhere to help you out, this doesn’t make sense..

He presents a neat little suitcase filled with phallic objects designed to be screwed into the neck of the machine. Some are a hot pink with squishy round tips, but one in particular, looks too familiar. The pigments in the exact perfect shade, prominent veins in the right spots all the way down to the girth and length. It was an exact replica of your captor’s cock. You glide your fingers across the shaft of the dildo, Giran’s smug look intensifying as he actively watches your brain put two and two together. 

“It’s you, isn’t it?”

“I figured you’d get withdrawals during my time away, this will help the both of us out. Whenever I’m gone, I’ll still be able to fuck you as much as I want, baby.”

A pause of silence fills the room momentarily, your thumb rubs against the frenulum of the replica. Giran’s gaze softens, studying your body language.

“Do you like it?” His breath hitches, almost like he’s worried about your opinion for once instead of forcing you into any situation kicking and screaming. 

You purse your lips and swipe your tongue across your top lip. “I think…” you cock your head to the side, letting all the empty thoughts come to fruition, “… I’m willing to try it.. But I’d want to go slow at first if that’s okay.”

“Yes, yes, course my love.” A sigh of relief is heard, “Daddy will make sure you’re very comfortable.” He pulls you in and kisses the top of your head.

Fast forward to today, it’s been about a month since he’s used the other machine on you to cause what you can only assume is bodily harm. Life is by default easier to coast through now that Giran’s workdays have suddenly become longer, he shows up at later times, mostly in the groggy hours of the dawn when you’re already fast asleep. Now all you have to do for the most part when he’s not there, is strap yourself to his fucking machine and record for him. A burner phone is placed to capture every moment outside of your recordings for his later usage. Since this machine is bluetooth powered, he controls all of the settings from the thrust power to whether or not he wants the toy to vibrate. When he’s particularly frustrated from work, he’ll ask for specific positions or which hole he prefers, but for the most part, you have some semblance of control in where his fake cock goes and which position suits best. 

“Does my Darling miss me?” He’ll text with a heart emoji.

“Darling misses you very much.” You reply with a video attachment.

It’s theatric in a sense, you’re putting on the best show you can without actively being in your captor’s presence. You do such a good job, in fact, that he ends up coming home earlier than expected, opting to give you a ten minute heads up before arriving to fuck you through the night. 

#tw.noncon #tw.yandere #tw.kidnapping #tw.dumbification #giran x reader #tw.dark content #mha x reader

[curiousquirks]

Hello curious! Could I request a Giran A-Z? I really loved your thoughts on the other characters so far! 💕

~From a starving Giran lover

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Post sex cigarettes are mandatory, even if he was smoking during. He’s the type of person to toss a wet rag to them so they can clean up, and he might even let them take a shower first (he thinks he’s a real gentleman doing that move). He’s not too keen on being overly affectionate at all, maybe some words of affirmation and praise but nothing physically (unless it’s patting them on the head). 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself: The easy answer is his dick, the most obvious one too. Otherwise, he’d offer his forearms. A really beautiful woman had complimented them when he rolled up his sleeves and he took pride in them ever since.

On his partner: Thighs, he loves them. Especially with thigh highs and stockings. Kagero is also a sucker for lips; the little thumb biting and pouts. He eats up the lip pop art paintings too.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

When he’s finished he’ll paint their body like he’s writing his signature. He’ll mark his cum anywhere: stomach, ass, chest, legs, face. It doesn’t matter, but he does have a preference for their face. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has an SD card filled with filmed porn (some he is in and some he’s not). It also has a shit ton of lost/banned porn and doujinshi collections. He has a great supplier. No he won’t ever share it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Kagero is very experienced when it comes to pleasing a partner, definitely running with a body count in the double digits. He’s not afraid of commitment at all, it’s just easier in his line of work to do things casually. He’s a lot to handle when it comes to first impressions but if his potential partner gives him a chance, then he’ll be sure to give them a good time.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Any position where he can look at his partner (especially if they have decent tits). He prefers them bouncing on his lap, doing most of the work while giving him a great view. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He might give a good laugh every once in a while, he doesn’t mind it. His mood can swing whichever way his partner’s mood does. He’s pretty flexible like that. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Thick gray happy trail that can easily be seen if he leans back too far when he stretches. He might give himself a little trim if he thinks it’s been awhile, but only if he anticipates sex later than day.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

If they’re classy (or if he is feeling nice) he might smooth things over with a nice dinner first. His expectations and opinion of them are going to dictate how much money he’s willing to spend, so for their sake they better hope he thinks highly of them. Everything is transactional afterall. As for in the moment, he’s not going to be lighting any candles but he does have a playlist specifically to fuck someone to. No, they're not allowed to criticize his tastes.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’ll do it around five to eight times a week. He has accounts on porn sites, with specific favorites depending on his mood. He prefers videos over pictures, he’s a simple man after all.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Pouty Bratty Subs

Cosplay/Dress Up

Leashes

Anal Sex

Fisting

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Kagero is pretty open. As long as there is some privacy, he’s willing to do just about anywhere. Anywhere that has a chair, couch, bed, ect. The location is more likely going to fit the costume that his partner is wearing, you know to get the setting right. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Any person that comes up to him acting boldly. If they’re blunt and honest about their intentions, he’ll quickly and eagerly indulge them. Kagero is easily put, just a simple man. A lot turns him on. A woman's breasts being visible, someone bending over in just the right way, pouting lips, placing a hand on his leg, whispering in his ear. It doesn’t take much for him to get hard.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Strap-ons/anal (receiving). He loves anal, but he’s not too keen on being the one on the receiving end.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He obviously has a preference in receiving and he’s quite a talker during it too. He has no problem giving, in exchange of the favor returned of course. Average skill, nothing too fancy but he’s not too bad. He prefers doing other things instead.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fond of fast and sensual. His method of “taking his time” is alternating between the two, since he doesn’t like going slow. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

It’s a personal favorite, it allows him to get right back to business. Kagero can squeeze them right into his schedule and still have plenty of energy to do more later. Who doesn’t love a quick mind clearing orgasm on a smoke break?

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Open to trying some new things, if his partner puts up a decent argument and it’s not something he deems outlandish. As for risks? He’s willing to let there be some risks, like getting caught or even catching something. But something like knocking someone up? Oh no, they better be taking birth control because he likes fucking raw. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He averages around half an hour (if it’s not a quickie of course), sometimes longer depending on the circumstances. He can usually come twice, rather quickly back to back. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He owns a closet dedicated to various costume pieces, kink gear, and toys. He’ll pick up new pieces sometimes with new partners. Also a small trunk with various things like leashes, collars, vibrators, dildos, ect in it. He will exclusively have them used on his partner. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves when his partner is a brat, giving him an attitude and trying to test him. It’s adorable. He’ll have them begging soon enough. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s a grunter; that and some heavy dialogue is all you’d get out of him. He will encourage his partner to be loud though. He doesn’t want anyone to see him having sex but everyone is welcome to hear them. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Kagero is 100% done to use sex as a way to clear certain fees, get rid of some debt, or give a discount on a price he’s given. He loves money and prefers it but he’s willing to at least compensate them something in exchange.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Around five inches, and he’s very insistent on his partner knowing that he’s a grower. It’s pretty thick and girthy though with a prominent vein on the bottom.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Some would say near constant. He’s thinking of sex multiple times a day. It doesn’t take much for him to get going and he’s always ready for a ride. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on what he was doing. If it was a good proper session, he might actually pass out mid cigarette.

#giran x reader #kagero okuta x reader #curious little valentine #giran #kagero okuta #bnha smut #this took so long #I hope y'all enjoy <3

[villxinmiixx]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤlights off series details / club details;

the club was originally named “league of villains” but eventually rebranded as “paranormal liberation front” after their permanent collaboration with the “meta liberation front”.

there are about three parts and bars of the club;

first one is the league of villains

second is the shie hassakai, also known as the yakuza

and third is the meta liberation front and also known as the paranormal liberation front.

there is a boss for each part of the club.

the workers are allowed to pick whatever part of the club they wanna work at.

the people that worked before the club rebranded itself as the “paranormal liberation front” stayed as league of villain workers, the main group of the league of villains were moved as paranormal liberation front club lieutenants.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤcharacters. . .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( 💌 = love interest )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤyou can actually request to add (a/few) ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤcharacter/s, as long as they're male.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤyou can only request a female if they're ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ going to be an acquaintance or best friend.

all for one (💌); mafia leader,, league of villains night club founder and owner.

shigaraki tomura (💌); mafia ceo,, league of villains/paranormal liberation front night club co-owner.

kurogiri (¿💌?); mafia second in command,, league of villains night club main bartender.

gigantomachia (💌); paranormal liberation front main bouncer,, mafia and plf security guard.

giran (💌); mafia investigator and broker.

nine (💌); mafia investigator and broker,, security guard and bouncer.

dabi (💌); mafia and paranormal liberation front night club security guard and mafia hitman.

twice (💌); paranormal liberation front night club entertainer,, bartender and waiter.

toga himiko; paranormal liberation front night club waitress

magne; league of villains night club entertainer and waitress

mr. compress (💌); mafia investigator,, paranormal liberation front night club entertainer,, bartender and deck dealer.

muscular (💌); league of villains night club second main bouncer,, mafia and lov security guard.

redestro (💌); paranormal liberation front entertainer

trumpet (💌); mafia investigator,, paranormal liberation front security guard and deck dealer.

skeptic (💌); mafia info gatherer,, investigator and broker.

geten (💌); mafia and paranormal liberation front security guard

hawks (💌); mafia investigator,, paranormal liberation front entertainer and dealer.

overhaul (💌); mafia and shie hassakai bouncer,, security guard and info gatherer.

chronostasis (💌); mafia investigator,, shie hassakai bartender and dealer

mimic (💌); shie hassakai and mafia bouncer and security guard.

nemouto shin (💌); league of villains and shie hassakai bouncer,, security guard and mafia info gatherer.

setsuno touya (💌); mafia and shie hassakai security guard

rappa kendo (💌); mafia and shie hassakai bouncer and security guard

tengai hekiji (💌); mafia and shie hassakai security guard and peace maker

sakaki deidoro (💌); mafia and shie hassakai security guard

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤャ important notes;

the series has multiple character endings so you won't kill me for picking one character for you to stay with forever.

warnings; nsfw/adult themes ( please search that up cause' it's literally all of the warnings you need to know in two/three words )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ+ mixx's notes;

i've already made a script for this series, except when i reread everything--- it looked fucking cringe. like what in the ass. what the fu LIKE WHAT IS THATT... so as any sane and adhd and/or ocd owner would, i decided; fuck it i'm re-writing this crap.

#⟨ villxinmiixx .ᐟ mixx #⟨ mixx's .ᐟ upcoming fics #mixx #upcoming series #bnha x reader #bnha #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia #all for one x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #gigantomachia x reader #nine x reader #giran x reader #jin bubaigawara x reader #mr. compress x reader #muscular x reader #redestro x reader #trumpet x reader #skeptic x reader #overhaul x reader #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #chronostasis x reader #⟨ mixx's .ᐟ lights off

[quirkfics]

Welcome back, Quirk. Would you be willing to write Twice x reader x Giran with price please?

“Everything has a price,” Giran breathes, just shy of your ear. He’s far too close to your back, radiating a strange kind of heat that has the fine hairs on your neck prickling with apprehension. He smells of a soft, herbal kind of smoke, as if he’s been striding through a place heavy with incense. You’re not sure whether you want him closer or further away, but you’re left unsteady when he circles to the front of you. “We’ll just have to find yours, won’t we?”

The other one, the one with wild eyes mostly hidden by a ragged mask made out of a sack, lifts your hand. For a moment, you have no idea what it is that he’s doing, but his touch is warm and steady on your skin. There’s a soft ziiip as he pulls a strange looking tape measure out from somewhere upon his person.  “We always find it,” he murmurs, measuring the length of your palm, and then moving onto each individual finger. “No we don’t! Stop it,” he says sharply, pausing with the tape against your left ring finger. “We won’t find it,” he corrects, grip trembling around your hand, “not when you’re ours.” 

The statement should fill you with dread, but when your gaze flicks between them both, you can see hope reflected in their eyes. 

#quirk writes ficlets #giran x reader #twice x reader #twice x reader x giran #kagero okuta x reader #okuta kagero x reader #jin bubaigawara x reader #bubaigawara jin x reader #some kind of deity au i believe tho demon could work as well #things you did not initially set out to find: two immortal beings who will give you #damn near anything you could ever ask for #but yo you got them good luck trying to ditch them!

[thotsforvillainrights]

~Giran trying everything to protect you~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up  

-In hindsight, Giran trying his all to protect seems like a valiant and noble effort. However, you quickly find out that these things sometimes don’t always result in something anyone would want to hear their partner say to them...

-It started when one of his rival ‘salesmen’ tried to get their grubby little fingers on the slow empire Giran was building. When this person found out about you, the first thing he tried to do was to come after you as to get to Giran. Of course the old man had the problem taken care of when he found out about it but the fact of the matter still remains: you were now a target.

-At first he was just getting creative trying to protect you. Things like arming you and teaching you how to fire a gun and whatnot. He even sent you on your way to the league to learn a little about defense and attack as well. Then he began dressing you in certain materials that could deflect everything from a bullet to a quirk ray. However, this wasn’t always practical as it was being tested still. On top of that...it really wasn’t comfy nor cute.

-Finally he resorted to the one thing he knew deep down that he didn’t want to do...he broke up with you. Or well maybe it’s best put as ‘tried’ to break up with you. It was killing him to even come to the decision. He watched as your face contorted into so many different emotions ranging from anger to sadness and finally denial. (All he ever wanted to see on your face was a smile, so this was hard for him). He tried everything. He even tried denouncing your name and insulting you. After he was finished mustering the courage to be aggressive, you simply scoffed at him and headed into the kitchen to make something to eat.

-”All that grief for nothin...” He spoke under his breath to himself. Finally he let out a small laugh and shook his head before going to find you. You looked up at him with a mouthful of sandwich from the kitchen table and half-glared before rolling your eyes. “I take it that you didn’t buy that little act back there, eh?” He grabbed a seat and sat across from you while you finished off your bite of food. “Not even for a minute...well, I believed the part where you called me annoying. I can be that way sometimes so I bet this was a chance for you to air out your grievances. Anyway, it didn’t work because you love me. Also because you couldn’t get rid of me if you killed me. I’d still haunt this place up. I really am stuck with you so you’d better get used to it.” You smiled at him and he laughed lightly. “Noted.”

-After that day, he had come to the conclusion that there must be a million other ways to protect you that don’t involve you having to leave his side...and he was willing to go through all of them if it meant keeping the person he cared deepest about.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #Giran #kagero okuta #giran x reader

[ofallthingsnasty]

hi! id like to request for the event

“but what if I choose to leave?” (with yandere giran or something dark)

went with giran 💕 nothing but love for our sleazy old man

tw. fem reader, implied drugging, inappropriate quirk usage, yandere

MILESTONE CHARACTER INTERACTION EVENT

"'Choose to leave'? Sweetheart, you're acting like I'm keepin' you here against your will.” His eyes light up alongside the cigarette between his fingers as he takes a drag, perched behind his desk without a care in the world.

As always, he’s mocking you. That little smile as he pushes the smoke through the gap of his teeth, the curl of his lips when he opens his mouth afterward to say something, the light in his eyes as he looks at you over the edge of his glasses - he isn’t taking you seriously and it immediately makes anger flare up in your chest, hot and sharp. “Really wonder where you’re getting all these silly ideas from, woman”, he says and laughs a little at his own words. “Reading too much, are you?”

"I don’t think this is funny.” And you don’t. You can’t quite remember the last time you slept at your own apartment, hell, the last time you went to work. What day is it? How long have you been with him? At least a couple of days, maybe more than a week? It's dizzying and you feel like you have been here before - everything is weirdly familiar but you can't place your finger on it. You aren’t even wearing your own clothes, he put you in something scratchy, garishly colored number you’ve never seen in your life. You stare at each other for a second, his smile suddenly a little strained behind the smoke. He shakes his head at his desk, clicking his tongue in disbelief before making a sweeping gesture with his right hand. He’s looking for excuses, you just know it.

"You worry too much", he murmurs and subtly rolls his eyes as if you aren't standing right in front of him, as if you aren't genuinely distressed underneath your sharp voice. 

"Do I?", you shoot back and cross your arms over your chest. He knows exactly what you mean, he knows exactly what he’s doing to you - only you aren’t too sure of it. Something is off and only he can be the source.  Giran scoffs.  “Always so dramatic, you’re gonna make my heart give out one of these days”, he says and takes a long drag from his cigarette before tipping the ash off.

"You're avoiding my question", you snap back, not backing down now. 

“Alright, alright. If it irks you that much, go. Can’t believe it’s too much of me to want to have you around for a little while. ”, he says and throws his hands up in defeat, both defensive and dismissive. He stumps out the cigarette with a little too much force and scratches his chin in contemplation, clearly not done yet. "But at least give your old man a kiss before you go home. Don't like it when you stay mad at me, you know that." The demand is so off-color it makes you physically recoil.

"Are you serious?"

"Does it hurt you?", he shoots back,  "Never said you couldn't leave, darling. Don't be like that now, hm?" “You’ll be lucky if I ever come back after this”, you say and you mean it. You’re so mad at him it takes everything you have not to strangle him right here, right now. He laughs. Again. “Aw, you’re just angry with me now. ‘Said that the last time, too.”

Your brow twitches. “I-”, you want to protest, want to slap that sly smile off his face but he is right. You did come crawling back after your last big fight, although you only remember it now that he’s mentioning it. How long has it been? You don’t even remember why you had fought.

One knowing look and you fold like a wet paper bag, ashamed and ridiculed. You feel like a child caught in a lie, small and pathetic. “See? Always so quick to fire, aren’t you?”, he smiles and gets up. You barely manage a step back before he’s right in front of you, his hand reaching for your face, a gesture you know all too well. He sighs.

The telltale clink of metal on metal jingles away at your cheek as he caresses it and you can’t stop yourself from sinking a little into his touch. He can be so good to you, but something is off - you need some distance, some time to think-

Everything turns hazy.

Your anger subsides with the sensation and you have to keep your head from lulling into his hand with all its weight. It’s nice, calming and completely makes you lose track of the whirlwind of thoughts that had made your mind spin just seconds earlier. Giran smiles down at you, warm and reassuring.

"Keeping you? Ridiculous...", he murmurs, his voice soft and eyes dark. "I’m not doing anything, darling.” You hum in response, still wrapped in cotton and more focused on his necklace than anything else. When he pulls his hand away you have half a mind not to chase it but he quickly placates you with an arm around your shoulders and a kiss to your temple. He smells like smoke and coffee and something sweet and you melt into his touch. It feels nice. Nice and safe.

"C'mon, sit down and have a drink with me", he laughs as your head swims and you can only manage to give him a loopy smile in response. “I certainly need one.”

#tw.yandere #tw.fem reader #tw.drugs #yandere giran #giran x reader #giran #yandere bnha #character interactions event #thank you!! this is long overdue but it was so fun... i need him hhhh

[mothwithteeth]

I wish you would write a fic where Giran pretends he’s helping you get into the league of villains but really he’s domesticating you like you’re a feral cat.

i'm fucking obsessed with this idea

cute little thing that's always angry and looking for a fight, but he looks at them and just sees his perfect little lap cat

he needs to work slowly though, because fighty things are often flighty things, ykwim?

at first it's things like picking up your tab, telling you how much you've caught his eye, and he has always been an excellent judge of potential, and honey, you've got all of it. he just doesn't clarify for what exactly

you're just too pretty to get caught up in all that nastiness, you know?

it's late but i will be thinking about this for a while.

#ask the moth #giran x reader

[homo-erotic-nerd]

Kagero Okuta || Giran

Romantic Headcanons

Mild NSFW

Giran loves romantic, fancy dinners. He splurges with all of the blood money he’s earned. His favorite main course is kujira クジラ, a bizzare choice, but it fits the rest of his strange character.

Giran always smells of smoke. He enjoys blowing smoke into his partner’s face. He thinks the habit is sexy.

Like most villains, Giran is well built and muscular, beneath his colorful suits.

He would adore picking out outfits for and dressing his partner. Whether it be Tuxedos or erotic underwear, it depends on his mood.

Kagero’s favorite song is “Bad Guy” by Billie Eilish. He has a sex playlist which he of course plays during intercourse.

More songs in the playlist include; “Ride” by SoMo and “Almost Blue” by Chet Baker

#Giran #Kagero Okuta #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha headcannons #headcanon #league of villians x reader #league of villains

[pocketramblr]

Listen Giran is a hard working business man, and sometimes his job leaves him exhausted and stress out. I just want to help him relax and ease some of that stress y'know. Like sweetheart you must be so exhausted... let me take care of you and make you feel better...

*eats a cigarette* y'all are beating me at my own simping game and this time I am happy to lose

#hold on let me check something on ao3 #hm yeah looks like there's a space in the giran x reader market for you if you want it Nonny #anon #pocket talks to people

[nasty-quillz]

Reblog so more people can see and vote please!!!

#mha x black reader #bnha smut #mha smut #black fanfic writer #moots🖤🖤 #enji todoroki x black reader #tomura shigaraki x black reader #giran x black reader #Kagero okuta x black reader #black reader smut #black reader inserts #Tomura shigaraki smut #enji todoroki smut #giran smut #kagero okuta smut

[kingtomura]

vitality | 1

Summary: You were always told heroes and villains had no place in your home.  Not when there’s an increase in crime, not when there’s monsters on the loose in Hosu and certainly not when the man in your home raises a hand to you.  All it takes is one impulsive decision to change your life forever. content: shigaraki tomura x female reader, slow burn, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, reader has a quirk, graphic depictions of violence, past abuse, past sa, angst, pstd, eventual smut, found family LoV, mdni wc: 3.1k | chapter 2 | m. list | read on ao3

It’s been raining all day.

The cold droplets make your cheeks feel numb as you run along the sidewalk. The sky is a murky gray and your lungs are burning in a desperate attempt to regain air in them. There is blood on your clothes and none of it belongs to you. 

You don't know how long you’ve been at this but you know you cannot stop. There would be consequences if you stopped.

Your body would have to give out first. 

You chance a glance behind you and see there is no chase, there are no sirens and no angry mob following you but your body keeps moving.

You decide to take a sharp right turn into an upcoming alley and use that moment to catch your breath. Your chest heaves as you desperately inhale. The rain has soaked you to the bone and you just know that you’ll have a stuffy nose in the morning. Adrenaline is what you assume is keeping you going at this point — with the rate of your heart beating you're sure it’ll beat right out of your chest and leave you here in this dingy alley alone.

Even through the patter of the rain you could hear the footsteps of multiple people shuffling your way. 

You’re sure they’ve found you. Damn it, you shouldn’t have stopped.

You look around the alley and run to the grimy dumpster further down, hiding behind it and willing yourself to calm your breathing. 

Closing your eyes, you place a cold hand over your own mouth, praying it will quiet your own ragged breaths.

“C’mon, guys, let's be reasonable.” It's the voice of a man and it is not familiar.

He seems to be stepping closer, slowly. You creep closer to the wall and hope the footsteps cease. 

They do.

“Reasonable would be having your head for the shit you pulled on us, Giran.” A different voice, hostile. You're starting to think these people have nothing to do with you.

The guy, Giran, sounds weary, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m always good on my word.”

There’s another voice piping up now, denying his words, insisting that they were scammed. Between the rain and the men talking over each other it feels impossible to understand. You decide it's best to just wait this out, you’re sure they will finish soon and you can go back to figuring out your next move.

“Bullshit!” Someone yells and it startles you, pulling your attention back to the scene unfolding behind you.

The sound of a gunshot rings through the alley and you jolt in surprise, reflexively covering your ears as your heart stops in your chest. What the fuck was happening right now. Whatever Giran was going to say doesn’t make it far.

“Oh shit,” one voice panicks, “what the fuck did you do, dude!”

“You said we would get him back!”

“Not kill him, you fucking idiot!”

Your nerves are on fire as you hear the pair run off, leaving Giran groaning in pain and bloody.

You move fast, rushing from your place behind the dumpster to the wounded man. Giran was slumped against a wall, hand clutching his abdomen and breathing heavily. You don’t know what's compelling you to do this, so you blame it on the adrenaline still pumping through your veins. No one deserves to die here.

“Hey!” You yell out, an attempt to get his attention and keep him from slipping into unconsciousness. His brows lifted as his eyes met yours and you’re just glad this stranger is still breathing. “Let me help you.”

He only looks at you and you’re sure he’s fighting with all he has to hang on. You’re probably a sight to see yourself — clothes drenched in a mixture of blood and rain and eyes wild with panic.

You reach for his hand covering the bloody wound and he only presses tighter.

“Trust me.” You plead, meeting his eyes in desperation before trying again. Giran nods, moving his own hand and allowing you a chance to see the injury for yourself — blood was everywhere and given the rain you had no clear view. You shoot him a pointed look once more before going for his shirt, lifting it and exposing his stomach and bloody wound. You could work with this. 

Your hands were freezing cold, but you willed yourself through it, bringing both to hover over his abdomen and focusing. Giran watched the soft green glow emit from your hands and wash over his wounded abdomen, his wound healing from the inside out. Raindrops drip from your hair and down your nose, yet you focus until the injury is gone, as if it had never been there in the first place. 

Giran sighed, resting his head on the brick wall behind him, muscles relaxing and breath stabilizing.

“You’re a healer.” He speaks, voice hoarse and winded.

You nod, bringing your hands back and looking at the grovel below, “yeah, something like that.”

A silence falls over the both of you, the rain continuing to seep its cold into your bones. It's almost time to face your reality again. Time to get up and move.

“What are you doing out here, kid?'' Giran speaks again, voice gaining more clarity as he stabilizes from the events before. 

What are you doing out here? Where even is here? You weren’t paying attention while you ran — there was only the urge to get away and get away as fast as you could. 

“I...” you look down at your clothes clinging to your form and drooping lower than they should due to the onslaught of rain. Not even the rain could wash away the blood staining the cotton material. Whatever may have gotten on your face could be washed away, but you’re unsure. “I don’t know.” You finish, chancing a glance at Giran. 

He looks to you before taking a moment to stand, finally gaining composure and taking a slow breath.  

You follow suit, ready to go the other way, never see this man you saved again. 

“I owe you one, kid,” Giran starts again, adjusting his glasses, and you begin to protest. He cuts you off, “Those crooks almost killed me. Really, at least let me get you someplace warm.” he insists and you stare for a moment, you were unsure of your next move anyway. 

You nod, “alright.”

—---------

Giran takes you to an underground bar. One where the lighting is low and there aren't many people around. You’ve never been to a bar before, but you’re sure this one had bad news written all over it.

Even so, you don't feel afraid. The bar had a bathroom where you could dry off better and there was even spare clothes in the lost and found. You were finally able to get the rain soaked clothes off and wipe away the red staining your face as well. It was miles better than what you had before. 

Now you were sat across from Giran as he lit his cigarette, taking a drag and exhaling it to the side. 

The harsh smell of nicotine flooded the area and you bit back the scrunch of your nose as you stuffed your face with chips from the bar. Once your adrenaline settled, the feeling of hunger was overwhelming. 

“So,” you're midbite when Giran speaks, breaking the silence, “what were you doing out there, kid?”

You force your food down and ponder your answer. There was no reason you shouldn’t trust Giran right now, but—

The splatter of blood crosses your mind, accompanied by a memory of glass breaking that makes you shiver and you decide that no, you couldn’t share this.

“I…” you can’t meet his eyes, “I got lost.”

Giran taps the ashes from his cigarette and sucks his teeth. “Lost, huh?” He raises a brow, “where are you from, then? You were covered in blood, and not all of that belonged to me, so what’s your deal – are you some kind of hero?”

You vehemently shake your head, “no, no. I’m not a hero.” You anxiously pick at the loose sem in the sweater, “I’m nobody. Not anymore.”

“You’re a healer, people would kill for a quirk like that.” He takes another drag, blowing the smoke and pointing to you, “what is it you were running from?”

There were tears welling in your eyes and you wished this conversation could be over. The reality of the situation setting in. “I hurt someone. Bad.”

“Can’t be that bad since you can heal ‘em, right?”

You’re quiet. Flashes of what occurred hours ago flooding your memory. It feels so far away. So foggy. “No. No, I didn’t heal them.” Your fists tighten in your lap. “I hurt them and then I left. I ran away and now I’ll never go back.”

Giran looks you over for a bit before tapping the excess ash from his cigarette. “Well, since you need somewhere to go and you have a pretty sick quirk, I think I have the perfect place for you.” 

—---------

The dark corridors Giran leads you through feel endless and you can’t help but wonder if he’s leading you into a trap of some kind. You thought the bar before was shady, but wherever the hell he was taking you seems to be much worse. 

There was no elaboration on where you were going, just an absent trust me and promises that you would be safe and taken care of here. Promises that no one would look for you or find you here. You sigh, out of options and desperate. He had no reason to lie to you, but it still gave you an uneasy feeling. 

“This guy,” Giran’s voice catches your attention, “Can seem like kind of a brat, but he’s good on his word.”

It’s as if he could feel your restless thoughts and you only purse your lips, glancing at him and then back forward, noting a large metal door coming into view. 

You can't fight the lump of dread in your stomach but you try to put on a brave face as the screech of the heavy metal door fills the corridor. It led to another bar — this one looking more… normal. Empty, quiet and even quaint. 

The only occupants being a shadow-like figure of a man, dark cloudy whisps covering his face and hands and another, younger man dressed in all black and sporting what looked like a pale blue hand covering his face like a mask.

“Giran,” the man spoke, voice raspy and sharp. He couldn’t have been much older than you, maybe younger. “What have you brought us today?”

The man in question smiled, gold tooth glimmering in the low light of the bar. “Something special.” 

You couldn’t see much of the man’s face beyond the hand, but you could see the glint of interest in his red eyes. 

“Is that so…” he turns his attention to you, “what’s your name?” 

His gaze gives you goosebumps and you turn to Giran, seeking some kind of reassurance, but the boy speaks again, “Don’t look at him. I’m the one talking to you.” 

It shakes you, but you snap your attention back to him and tell him your name. 

“And why are you here?” 

You don’t know. You have no idea why Giran brought you here and you don’t even know who this guy is. How could you hope to answer that with no information?

Giran steps in before you can make a retort, “she’s here because I think you could get a lot of use out of her, Shigaraki.”

 Shigaraki’s gaze never leaves yours. “Oh, yeah? What’s your quirk?”

You bite your lower lip, you didn’t expect this to be an interview of some kind. Shigaraki looks impatient, tapping a finger on the bar beside him. You swallow your nerves and speak, “My quirk is called Vitality – I can heal others and myself.”

“That’s a rare find, Giran, even for you.” Shigaraki crossed his arms, interest successfully piqued. 

Giran huffs a laugh, lighting his cigarette and taking a drag. “Yeah, well, she kind of found me.”

You steal a look at Giran, the smoke leaving his lips as he speaks. Shigaraki doesn’t say anything, his silence seemingly urging Giran to continue. “This one here saved my life yesterday. Some hothead shot me and she rushed in and healed me. I’m good as new.”

Shigaraki scoffs, tone sardonic and cruel, “Wow, how heroic of you.”

It feels like you’ve made the wrong choice, like the idea of saving someone was foolish and wrong. You acted on instinct — no one deserved to die there.

“So, what’s your deal, then? The heroes would kill to have you on their side. Why are you here?”

“I don’t care about the heroes,” it’s the truth, you want nothing to do with their flashy shows of power and silly displays of heroism. “I couldn’t care less for it.”

You see Shigaraki’s eyes narrow through the fingers of the hand on his face. “So you’re one of Stain’s followers, then?”

Who? You didn’t keep up with that kind of stuff. You vaguely remember seeing the news articles about some crazed villain, but you have had your own villain to deal with. Nothing else mattered. 

This was beginning to frustrate you. All the questions, all the prying — who cares about any of this stuff? You don’t even know where you are!

“I’m not familiar with him. I don’t care for any of it.” You couldn’t help but hear the question ring in your head again. 

Why are you here?

“I don’t,” you start up again, voice catching in your throat. “I don’t have a home to go back to.” 

The memory of glass breaking and blood splattering crosses your mind, running away in the rain clouds your thoughts, yet you continue, “I don't know what lies ahead for me, I don't have a future anymore. I just happened to stumble upon Giran.” 

Shigaraki is quiet for a moment. You have to force yourself to refrain from squirming under his gaze. 

“Show me.”

Your eyes snap to his, “What?”

“Show me your quirk.'' His voice is firm and unwavering. You’re looking at him to see if you could find any injury or even bruises but from your distance you cannot. It's not until Shigaraki pulls the already loose collar of his shirt down over his shoulder and you see it. There’s a large bandage on his shoulder and your steps falter a bit – not expecting him to expose so much skin so easily.

You swallow, uneasiness buzzing through your veins as you watch him remove the bandage and expose a gash on his shoulder. It looks recent, but you can't tell from this distance, so you move towards him. 

The closer you get, the more you notice the finer details of the man. His ashen hair looks soft up close and his dark shirt does little to hide the lithe muscle underneath. It’s like walking into the cage of a wild tiger, sitting and waiting for its perfect moment to grab you.

He notices your hesitation and sucks his teeth, “I don’t have all day.” 

You swallow your nerves and continue on. The closer you get, the more clearly you can see the scars on his neck as well. Not as bad as the gash on his shoulder, but still noticeable. You try not to steal too long of a glance and reach out, slowly — ready to heal him. 

The wound doesn’t seem to be very deep so you only use one hand, a seafoam green glow emitting and covering his injury. 

Shigaraki inhales slowly, feeling the relieving effects of your quirk healing him from the inside out. It doesn’t take long, the wound was already in the process of recovering before so this was more minor than you thought. You pull away once you were sure his shoulder was back to normal, taking a cautious step back from the man before you. 

His attention is on Giran as he rolls his shoulder, flexing out all the previous tension and sighing in relief. 

“Something like this isn’t easy to come by, Giran. What’s your price?”

Price, he says. Like you’re cattle, as if you’re some kind of product to be shipped off and traded. It makes you feel low. 

Giran shrugs, smile pliant on his face and cigarette hanging loosely in his mouth. “No price. I told you – I owe this kid my life. Just make sure she’s safe and fed and we’ll call it even.” 

Shigaraki still seems to be skeptical because he stands to his feet and you take another step back from him. His form is tense and you have to fight the urge to run to the door behind Giran. Shigaraki is taller, even with his slouched posture, and the sinking feeling in your stomach only grows as you anxiously watch for his next move. 

You vaguely register the man engulfed in dark clouds calling Shigaraki’s name — a warning in his tone. 

Giran raises a hand, smile never faltering. “Seriously. Eye for an eye.” He cocks his head, “But I’m not opposed to additional payment, if that’s what you want.” 

It's a joke, one that the man before you does not find funny. He stands up straighter, “Whatever. Fine, we’ll take her in.” 

You’re unsure if this is something you should celebrate or ease your way out of, but Giran seems to take it well. An honest smile gracing his features as he looks back to you, “You hear that, kid? You're in.” 

Shigaraki turned to the shadowlike man behind the counter, “Kurogiri, prepare a room for her.” 

Kurogiri nods and makes his way from behind the bar, you assume you should follow, but this was… a lot to take in. If they were to take you in then you wont ask too many questions. As long as you could lay low and keep to yourself then things would be fine. This wouldn’t have to be forever, just long enough to get yourself together and make your next moves. 

You find solace in that thought as you walk past Giran — sending you an amiable wave as you trail behind Kurogiri. 

Shigaraki stays behind in the bar and you’re thankful, his demeanor doesn’t seem like one you would like to be around for long periods of time. 

There’s a brief moment when you're passing Shigaraki. His eyes meet yours and you notice the shine in them, a glimmer of covet curiosity so quick you almost miss it. 

And you can’t help but wonder what exactly is it you’ve just gotten yourself into.

#shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki x reader #mha x reader #shigaraki tomura x you #shigaraki tomura #my works #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki #tomura x reader

[curiousquirks]

Kinktober (+18) | Day 24

Pairing: Giran | Kagero Okuta x Fem!Reader Prompts: Lap Dances | Body Worship Content Warnings: Lap Dance, Sex Worker, Smoking Mentioned (but like it’s Giran so it’s expected), Dirty Talk, AFAB Dialogue Used For Reader, Female Pro-Nouns Used For Reader, Unsafe Sex Word Count: 1,906

Summary:

Kagero's eyes never left your body as you danced, taking a long drag from his cigarette. He relaxed his arm on the back of the sofa as you walked over, his eyes not knowing where on your body to stay focused.

Giran loved this shady little club, it was a great place to gather information since not a lot of people knew about it. It was heavily protected against Heroes, those of lower moral standing wanting some place without high risk. Plus he got the side benefit of using the excuse to see you. He only ever requested to see you, his favorite girl. Not that you minded in the slightest, he always treated you well and he was a hell of a tipper. 

You were alerted of his presence in the club, learning he booked one of the private rooms. You finished touching up your make-up, giving slight adjustments to your lingerie before moving your way through the club. Your heels clicked loudly against the concrete, as you did a few last minute checks over your appearance when you approached the door. You pushed your way into the room, shutting the door behind you. 

Giran sat against the leather sofa, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a cigarette in the other. “Ah, there she is.” He announced when you entered the room, his eyes not knowing where on your body to focus, raising his glass up before taking a sip of his whiskey. “I’ve missed you lately.”

“Careful, Kagero, I might think you’re going soft on me.” You teased, your voice smooth as silk speaking his name. You moved closer to him before placing your legs on either side of him. 

“Ain’t nothing soft about me, sweetheart.” He replied before downing the rest of his drink. “You know that better than anyone.”

You pressed your knees down onto the sofa, hovering slightly upon his lap as you grabbed his glass, setting it down on the small table. You grinded down softly against his crotch, feeling his semi-hard cock through his pants. Well, he was certainly right about that. 

 

You swayed your hips, moving your body on top of him giving him the smallest amount of friction as you ghosted over his crotch. He leaned back against the sofa, laying his arm over the back as he took a drag from his cigarette. “Have I mentioned how much I love your outfits,” He said, eyeing your breasts. “They make your tits look fantastic.”

“I did pick it with you in mind,” You told him, leaning back as you ran your hands up your body. Your hips grinding against the air as your hands moved behind your back to unhook your bra, quickly removing it and tossing it aside. “But I know you prefer seeing them bare.”

You leaned yourself forward, pressing your crotch fully onto his lap, rubbing yourself against his clothed erection. You guided his hand towards you, turning it so you could place his cigarette into your mouth taking a long drag. You blew the smoke out against his face, Giran not even flinching at your action. You smirked at him before letting go of his arm before standing back up. 

Your hands cupped your breasts, squeezing them together as you swayed your hips. “Your taste in cigarettes is as questionable as your career choice,” You joked, eyeing his crotch, your body heating up as you felt how wet your underwear was against your cunt. 

“It’s a good brand, sweetheart.” He defended, taking another drag. “You just need some more exposure to it.”

“I suppose that worked with you.” You joked, turning around to give him a full show of your ass swaying. 

You slowly bend over, moving your hips as your ass wiggled in front of him. A loud slap against your ass, echoed in the room. You bit your lip, the stinging made your cunt twitch. “You know you’re not allowed to touch the workers,” You reminded, standing up straight as you turned around.

“With how much they charged me for this room, I think I should be allowed to touch a little.” He said, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray next to him. 

“Rules are in place for a reason, Kagero.” You explained, straddling yourself on his lap. “You know, for our protection.”

“Scared, sweetheart?” He teased, a certain sparkle in his eyes. 

“Of you? People should be.” You mused, running your fingers along his suit jacket. “Me personally? Not really. Your power and attitude just makes me….” You leaned down close to his ear. “Really fucking wet.” 

A deep sound hummed from his throat, his hand reaching down to grip your ass. “I can fix that for ya. If you just forget about those fucking rules.” He said, grinding your crotch down in his lap. “I’ll handle your superiors.” 

“I’m worried about getting fired, Kagero.” You explained, licked up his ear. “Unless you plan on taking care of me.”

“Having you,” He began, thrusting his hips up into yours. “Anytime I wanted without coming to this shithole…sounds more to my liking.”

You leaned back, your hands finding his shoulders. “You’re making it sound like I don’t have much of a choice.” You humored, his possessive tone making you more wet than you were before. 

He leaned forward, pressing soft kisses to your chest. His hands caressed your sides, as your fingers found his hair. His hands cupped your back as he leaned you backwards, angling you so he could continue pressing kisses to your body. A shiver ran up your spine, his tongue circling your pebbled nipples, as your fingers tugged his hair softly. 

“Imagine having this everyday.” He muttered into your skin before catching your nipple between his teeth, pulling back slightly tugging on it. 

“You’re really selling your offer,” You gasped, tightening your grip as you grinded down onto his crotch. “I feel like you’re just saying this to make me fuck you.”

He moved his lips back around your nipple, sucking on it for a moment before letting go. His hands moved down to grip your ass as he leaned back against the sofa. “If I just wanted to fuck you, I would’ve.” He said darkly. “You’d fold instantly if I made you.”

“You catch feelings, Kagero?” You teased, leaning impossibly close to his face as you squished your breasts against his chest. 

He let out a short laugh, giving a small slap against your ass before squeezing roughly. “I’m just a greedy man, sweetheart. You were always my favorite girl.” He explained, running his hands up your back.

You gave a fake gasp, pressing your hand to your mouth mockingly for a moment. “Do you want a sugar baby?” You teased, before laughing. “I mean getting money constantly in exchanged for being fucked in your mattress every night sounds like a good deal to me.” 

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” He warned, bucking his hips into yours. His cock was twitching, absolutely aching as he felt your arousal soaking into his pants. It was honestly driving you insane too.

“You’ve got a good dick, you know, but I’ve never let you fuck me properly.” You mused, scooting back slightly to start undoing his pants.

“‘Cause you care more about the damn rules,” He joked, leaning both arms back against the sofa. “Even though you had no problems letting me shove it down your throat.”

“Blowjobs don’t break the rules.” You informed him, freeing his cock, slightly stroking it. 

You smeared the oozing pre-cum around his tip before lifting your hips up to hover over his lap. You moved your soaked underwear out of the way, rubbing his cock against your slit. You moaned, slowly prodding your entrance with the tip before lowering yourself slowly. He groaned when you reached the bottom, your warmth surrounding him beautifully. You felt just as good as he imagined you to. Every inch of your naked body, doing anything in his sick fantasies. That couldn’t beat actually getting to fuck you. Especially since you were soaking fucking wet. The noises your cunt produced as you slammed your hips against him, bouncing yourself on his cock, were sexy as hell. 

“No condom?” He asked, eyes drawn to your bouncing tits. 

“I wanted to get a good feel of your entire offer…” You purred, rocking your hips into him. “I–ah, don’t hear you complaining.” 

“Complaints are the furthest thing in my mind when you feel this fucking good.” He praised, his hands finding your hips as he began thrusting up into you. “You look fucking incredible riding me, I could get used to it.”

“Make me ah come and I’ll think about it.” You whined, skin slapping as your cunt started twitching around his cock.

“Doesn’t sound like it’ll take much, huh?” He teased, eyes scanning your whole body as he watched you get closer. “You this easy for anyone?”

“Please,” You panted, attempting to roll your eyes. “…you think these sleazy men can fuck…” Your nails are digging into the fabric on his shoulders. “Oh god…please please, your cock feels so good. So much better than ahh… them.”

You bit your bottom lip, reaching down to squeeze your hand in between your legs as you quickly circled your clit. It throbbed as you rapidly approached your orgasm. You threw your head down to bite onto his shoulder, muffling your scream as you tensed up. Your orgasm flowed you, your cunt spasming around his cock causing him to groan. He wrapped his arms around you as he slammed himself into you, your whimpers next to his ear just spurring him on. 

You ripped your hand back out, clinging to his jacket as your cunt twitched. Your mind was foggy, your body clinging to him as he fucked you ruthlessly. Your head snapped up and turned around when you heard the door suddenly open. Your supervisor stared in shock, watching as Giran made no effort to stop. He grinned at them, using his hand to wave them off. “Do ya mind?” He asked, plunging his cock deeper than before, clearly getting off on this power display. “This was a private room I rented.”

“See me when you’re done,” Your supervisor commanded, slamming the door behind them. 

You groaned, head falling back against his shoulder, finding it hard to focus on anything other than the warmth spreading through your body as your legs shook, tensing painfully as they never got to relax. You’re panting as your cunt continues spasming, continuing to coat his cock in your juices as your body begs for more. Whines leaving your lips as you can feel another orgasm approaching.

He comes suddenly, slamming roughly into your cunt as hot cum fills you. His breathing is rougher as he slows his pace, letting you fully collapse onto him as you bite back whimpers from the edging. “I guess your decision has been made for you.” He teased, lazily running his hands over your lower back. “I’ve got the room for another hour still, if you still need more convincing.”

You lift your head up off his shoulder, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “You really want to make me not think twice about leaving this shit hole?” You asked, cupping his face as you leaned closer. “Fuck me so good that I can’t walk. Make me so sore that I need to be carried into that fucker’s office just for you to have to tell him off because my throats too sore from screaming.”

You felt his cock twitch inside your cunt, eager for more action. “Say no more.” He replied, grinning at you.

#giran x reader #kagero okuta x reader #bnha smut #kinktober 2022 #curiouskinks 2022 #giran #kagero okuta #I'm not late YOU'RE LATE #also this was longer than I intended lmao

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Can I have one where Bakugo and/or Dabi find out that they're sweet innocent angel is actually a masochist?

Title: The Art of Pain

Series: The Art of Villains

Request: “Can I have one where Bakugo and/or Dabi find out that they're sweet innocent angel is actually a masochist?”

This is such a fun idea, I'm thinking of something where Bakugou ended up joining the league, so the two boys know each other well. Bakugou has been a part of the league for a few years, so he is a big part of the league. And they end up liking you a little more than expected.

Dabi and Bakugou x gender neutral reader (afab)

Warnings: shameless smut, rough sex, the boys are very possessive, oral sex(f-receiving), Dabi and Bakugou has a blood kink, Bakugou is very much into choking, reader and the boys are masochists (like this is pretty fucked up;)), Dabi plays with his flames in you, reader gets used, reader is in handcuffs (not sexually), reader imagines a lot of stuff, use of Y/N and V/N (your villain name), orgasm denial, reader gets hurt, the boys has a fucked up background, fingering, the boys care for you in a unhealthy way, toxic relationships, cream pie,

Summary: You are an S-tier villain, looking for new work. You meet up with Giran, a C-tier villain, with a lot of connections. You didn't expect to be kidnapped and thrown for the lions. The league knows a lot about you and have for a while had their eyes out for you. Just waiting for the right opportunity to make you a part of their "club". You never thought of yourself as a part of the League, but with the opportunity at your feet, you can't help but accept. The offer is generous, and you were already looking for a job.

Some of the members, Bakugou and Dabi, have had their eye on you longer than they would ever admit. And as they finally have you within reach, they don't care for the wait. They have waited long enough, and they just want a taste. And as soon as they get one, they're never letting you go. Not a chance.

Word count: 10144

A bright light is shining you directly in the face, blinding you, making it impossible to see your surroundings. You can hear footsteps, and several peoples breathing in the room. Or you're guessing it's a room. You have no idea where you are, or how you got there. The last thing you remember is that you were at a meeting with Giran, talking about joining a group of villains. You don't even remember getting knocked out, or anything of that sort. You can't figure out what happened. How the hell did you end up here? With a bunch or probably F-level villains. This is ridiculous.

"Aww they look so cute, all confused." The voice is rough, and you can't place it. Maybe you had met these people before, and you had hurt their ego or something. Because this is so damn ridiculous.

"Before I kill all of you, let me go!" Your voice is sharp and the power alone in your voice, would make almost anyone run with their tail between their legs. What you didn't expect to happen, is that the room burst out in laughter.

You can't figure out exactly how many people are in the room, but it's at least five. Likely more. Their laughter continues, making you squirm. This may be a bit worse, than first expected.

"God they're cute, just look at them, maybe we should let them have a look at their new family." The voice is familiar, but in a weird way, something is definitely wrong. Very wrong. So very wrong.

The light turns away from you, you're blinking quickly trying to adjust to the dim lights of the room. Wanting to see the people in front of you. Silhouettes slowly start to appear, but you can't tell them from one another. Someone steps a closer to you, and your eyes slowly makes the person out. The only thing you can really see, is a pair of piercing blue eyes staring directly at you. The eyes are so intense, you can't keep eye contact, and end up looking away. A chuckle leaves the person lips, and they step back into the shadows.

"Will you turn the light off spinner, so this little angel can get a good look of their new home." The light switches of and your eyes finally adjust to the light in the room. The first person you see is a shorter blonde girl, with a giant knife in her hand. Her hair is messy, but cute. She doesn't look much older than you.

Besides her stand a mix between a man and a lizard. There is also a floating purple cloud. A blue haired man, scratching his neck. A tall man, in full formal attire, and a mask. Someone with blonde hair and a scar down the middle of his face. A woman that looks stronger than any person you have ever seen before. And another two men.

They are standing just so far away, that the light doesn't reach them. Making it impossible to figure out how they look and who they are.

But at the moment, you know one thing. I wasn't some measly group of F-tier villains that kidnapped you. It was the fucking league of villains. The highest tier villains there is. You may be one of the best, but these are even better than you. Not that you would ever admit that.

When you were younger you kind of looked up to them. They were all so cool. But as you sit there before them. You don't know what the big deal was. They're pretty basic. Yeah, they may have some kind of strong quirks. But that’s it. They're not that interesting or fun. They just stand in front of you, not saying a word. Like fucking statues.

"This is the point where you let me go." You smile as innocently as you can, but the rooms stay quiet.

"God you are so boring. I thought the league of villains, were supposed to be fun. All interesting and full of potential, you are just a bunch of old geezers. I don't ev..." You get cut of mid-sentence as a hand wrap around your throat. Squeezing much more gently than expected, only making you slightly lightheaded. Not cutting off your airways at all. This one knows what they're doing.

A blonde-haired boy bends down into the light so you can see his face clearly. His eyes are crimson red, enchanting as you look into them. His face is slim and locks of blonde hair a flowing around his face. Framing it, in such a perfect way, it looks like he uses hours styling his hair. Your eyes can’t tear from his, and you slowly starts to notice the small red specs covering his neck, face and hair. One of the locks is a deep red, but not from dye. His hair is covered in blood.

His hand around your neck has you more excited than you would like to admit. His rough fingertip, slowly moving back and forth over your neck. Has a shiver running down your spine. The light pressure of his hand, the way it fits so perfectly around your neck. Like you were made for him. This unknown, beautiful, villain. Makes your body react more than anyone else before. It's addicting, the feeling of him close. The smell of him, it's sweet, but at the same time smells a lot like cigarettes. No not cigarettes, something else. Fireworks? Gun powder?

And then it hits you. The man standing above you, with his hand wrapped around your throat. Is none other than THE Dynamight. One of the most powerful villains in the entire world. The league of villains may be on top. But without Dynamight, they wouldn't have the whole world afraid.

"Aww so cute, you scared angel?" It's the same voice than called you cute earlier, this Dynamight thinks you're cute? You don't realize you're smiling at the thought before his hand grips your chin and pulls you out of your trance to make you look at him.

"What you thinking about? Something funny?" His before so soft and controlled manner, quickly changed to this aggressive demeanour.

You open your mouth to say something, but nothing intelligent comes through your head, so you shut it again. Dynamights eyes are drilling into you, trying to figure out... something. Anything. He needs to figure you out. And soon. Before his own facade crumbles and show you how much he wants you.

"Be nice." Again, it's one of the voices from before, this was the one who said something about turning the lights off... and what was it? It was something weird. You hadn't thought about it before now. Oh right, he said; 'let them look at their new home.' New home? You don't get to speculating, before this new voice steps into the light and your mouth drops.

His eyes a piercing light blue, they are so perfect. It’s the guy from before. His eyes must be some kind of poison, something to lure you in to then kill you. You gaze follows his figure to try and get a profile of this new man. He's wearing a long black coat, it looks like leather, but it’s hard to see. His skin looks weird, but in the dim light it's hard to judge.

He takes a step more and the light hits him, making his black hair almost look blue. And when you look at his face you realize what's on his skin. Scars. They're on his hands, his neck, his face, around his eyes. They're everywhere. But even though they look like something out of a horror movie, you can't help but be kind of attracted to them. It shows he fights. Maybe he would fight for you? Nope, thoughts go away. You take a breath, but a second thought hits. He must be incredibly strong. ...Strong enough to lift you and fuck you against a wall. As soon as the thought hits you, you push it away.

Nope. Nope. Nope. These people kidnapped you. They may be hot. Incredibly fucking hot. But no. You need to get out. And these thoughts are not helping.

"What's that with your face?" Dabi says teasingly, running a hand over your cheek. "There's this soft pink tint." He smirks, and you want a giant black hole to open under you and swallow you whole. No fucking way, you're blushing and getting turned on, by these people.

Dynamight and Dabi are standing above you, looking down at you with eyes, that makes you melt. Fuck they look hot. All bloodthirsty and scary. You try to ignore it, but a pool of wetness is slowly beginning to form in your underwear. You want to swear and scream at yourself. How the fuck is this happening? You don't know them. But you could? Fuck these thoughts. They should die in hell. And leave you the fuck alone.

"Aww let the poor one be." The voice comes from the girl, and you want to thank her, but refrain. Play it cool. Plat it cool. You can do it me. Chill. You take a deep breath and make eye contact with the blue haired man, who has taken a step closer to you, so the others are standing behind him, and he's directly in the spotlight. His neck is rough, and it looks like his skin is close to peeling, like it’s a healing wound. Scabbing and dry.

"Okay, Y/N. Let's get one thing straight. You are now a part of the league of villains. You can say no, of course. But that would just entail us breaking you into a million pieces and using you as confetti above the UA sport festival." He smiles, an uncomfortable smile, one that makes your skin crawl. If you could run away in fear, maybe you would. You actually don't know right now. It's weird, you want to stay. But this wasn't a choice, so why would you want it anyway?

"Chill out boss you're scaring them." The man with the pricing blue eyes says, and you suddenly remember his name. Dabi. Dabi son of the previous number one hero, Endeavor. His quirk should be the strongest fire quirk to ever exist. Maybe you should be nicer. Most of them could destroy you with a single move. Time to play nice.

"Sounds fun. But maybe we could discuss this with a nice glass of whiskey, and me not restrained in a chair?" You don't want to sound desperate, but the fear in you makes your voice shaky.

"I could use a glass, what about the rest of you?" Dabi questions, and the others agree in unison.

Your wrists are still sore from the quirk-cancelling-handcuffs, and your hair is a rats’ nest of a mess, from the strap around your head. You had probably been sitting there a good amount of time before you woke up. And finally sitting in a comfortable chair, has you close to letting your guard down.

The purple cloud puts a glass of whiskey down in front of you, and you quickly grab it to take a sip. The rich taste of the liquid in your mouth has an almost calming feeling. The taste of malt and spices explodes on your tongue. This is not a cheap whiskey from the corner store. It's the Macallan cast strength whiskey. Probably 10 years old. This is expensive shit. Like you knew they are rich and have too much stuff to ever use. But you had no idea they cared about whiskey. Or maybe they don’t, and it was just worth something. Because that shits expensive.

You had seen it in a liquor store once. Locked behind glass, too pricey to even consider putting a price tag. But you know it's one of the most expensive they have.

"Good enough for you?" Dabis’ voice is smooth, and you can't help but smile.

"How the hell did you get this? This is top shelf booze!" Burst out of your mouth, before you realize what you said, Dabi is laughing.

"We do our research sweetheart." You stare confused at him, and he continues. "You don't think it was a coincidence we choose you?" It doesn't answer your question, just giving you a million more.

"Stop playing with them. I want to do that." The blonde girl, you identify as Toga, pulls the knife out of her pocket pointing it at you.

"Do you think they're a screamer?" Togas’ voice is sweet, uncomfortably sweet, coated in honey and filled with poison.

"Please put the knife away, you don't want to scare our guest." The boss, Shigaraki, is quick to let his hand touch the knifes blade, and it disintegrates. Right in front of your eyes. You had of course heard of all their quirks, but seeing them up close, made it so much more real.

Dynamight leans in and whisper something in Dabis' ear. You can't hear it, but the shit eating grin spreading on the both the boys’ faces, has you concerned. Maybe all of this was a bad idea. Why did you meet with Giran in the first place? Why did you want to join a group? It had always worked good for you on your own, why would you want to change that? The questions pile up, and you don't have an answer to any on them. This is nothing but a disaster.

"I have a question." You voice is smaller than you would like it to be, but the room falls quiet, and every pair of eyes are on you. You clear your throat and start speaking.

"If I should choose to join your "club"." You say making quotation marks in the air. "What would be in it for me?" You finish and there's is complete silence for a minute.

"Let’s see... we know you've been looking for a place to join. So that’s a good reason, we're the best of the best. You would be on top with us. A place to sleep, a home. We know you been a bit on the road lately." You look down, shame flooding through you, and you can't really figure out why. You had been staying in abandoned buildings. That's not being on the road. But of course, Shigaraki was right, you need a place to stay. Permanently.

"Also, there's great benefits, we have doctor who can do anything you can ever imagine. You know about our Nomus?" You nod and he continues. "Well, with that technology, we can enhance someone’s quirk, or give them a new one." You mouth is agape, the mere idea of that being possible is insane.

"That's..." You look for the right words. "That's very impressive. But..." You stop yourself, but Shigaraki urges you to keep going. "I don't understand why you're telling me this, I didn't agree to join." He laughs, a genuine laugh, like this is genuinely funny. 

"Aww poor you, like I said, you are either joining." He pauses, and the few seconds he stops are excruciating. "Or leaving in pieces." You swallow hard at his words, a lump having formed in your throat.

"Oh yeah, and there's of course the money. You will be richer than the most well-paid hero, nothing will be out of your price range. And even if it's not for sale, we'll find a solution." He smiles again, but it doesn't reach his eyes. This is a business smile. A formal smile. You gulp and you take another big sip of the drink in front of you. Trying to calm the nerves.

You are one of the most feared villains, and you're scared of these people. Yes, they threatened you, and you know for a fact, you wouldn't be able to win against them in a fight. But you aren't normally scared, the feeling is unsettling.

You empty the whiskey glass with one last gulp, and almost break the glass as you slam it back down against the table. Dynamight takes a hold of your hand, and grip is much stronger than first anticipated.

"Don't ruin stuff that aren't yours!" His voice is low, but with an intensity that makes you wiggle in your seat. He lets go of your wrist and you sigh relieved and lean against the backrest of the chair.

"Maybe we should let them think about this, and then we can ask them tomorrow?" The lizards say, he has mostly been quiet this whole time, but he seems nice. Even though you're sitting right next to them, they're talking like you aren't there.

"I don't think they should get the chance to be alone. They are quite strong after all." Dabi says, and the smile on his lips, feels like it has an ulterior motive. Something devious, something you're not sure you're ready for.

"I'll take the first shift." Dynamights' voice is cold, showing no emotion. Not letting any of the others have a say, he already decided.

"Maybe we should be two? Just in case." Dabi says, and Dynamight doesn't say a word. Just waiting for Shigarakis’ judgement.

"Two heads are better than one, and I don't want something to happen. So, both of you have the responsibly of our very own V/N." He puts his hands on the table and pushes himself up. He looks at you for a second, then turns around and leaves. Leaving you all to figure out what to do on your own.

"I'm leaving." Toga says, and she leaves quickly, with Twice in her footsteps, he doesn't say a word to any of the others.

"Yeah, I’m going to go too, need a workout." Magne states, "wanna join?" She looks at Spinner, he nods, and they exit the room too.

"I'm going to make sure Shigaraki doesn't need anything." The purple cloud states and leaves to find the boss.

"I'm going to leave you two to have fun." The man in the top hat states, bows and then retires to his room.

"Just us." Dabi states, and you look up to catch his eyes with yours. The tension from earlier, rises again. You can feel your heart beating faster and your breaths becoming quicker and shallower.

Dabi rapidly switches seats, so his body is pressed up against your side. Dynamight sits on the other side of the table, staring you down. Dabis' warm body against yours is comforting in a terrifying way, you want to lean closer. Let your fingers follow his collarbone and smell his perfume. You stop yourself as quickly as possible, but Dabi felt it. You leaned in.

He is so close you can smell his cologne, and a weak scent of cigarettes. His whole body is so close to you, you want to scream and run. But at the same time, you want to lean in and figure out all this man has to offer.

"You don't get to do it first!" Dynamights' voice is stern and makes you pull further away from Dabi.

"Oh, come on, I wasn't doing anything." Dabi laughs and gestures at you. You have no idea what they're talking about. Something about you apparently. You can't wrap your head around what it could be, it doesn't make sense.

"You were about to, and the deal was they choose. Not you!" Dynamight has this authority around him, you wouldn't dare disagree with him. Dabi on the other hand doesn't seem to care at all, he just wraps an arm around and pulls you closer. You yelp at the motion.

You're so close to him. His warm body. His scent. His hair. You wanted to play with it, softly run your fingers through his hair. Maybe tug at it and see his reaction. Maybe he would let out a soft moan. The image of him on his knees before you, you with a hand in his hair. Pulling him closer to your pussy, making him smell you. Slowly making him take your pants off, so he can get a taste of your cunt. Forcing his head in between your thighs and using his tongue and nose for your own pleasure. Pulling his hair so he moans into you, the vibration from his vocals, having you so close to cumming. His finger running around your thighs and slowly pushing into your gushing puss...

"You're distracted. Something on your mind." Dabis' voice pulls you out of your fantasy. Your lips agape breathing heavily, your thighs pressing together for any kind of friction, and your cheeks already displaying a pink hue.

"Maybe if you tell me, I can fulfil your little fantasy?" He whispers into your ear, his voice low and sultry. You press your legs harder together, why would you be this into these men. They need to take a break and let you calm your body, and your brain. You need a break. From them. Why did it have to be those two who would look out for you? Why couldn't it be one of the others? They seemed nice. They also didn't seem to enjoy making you squirm.

A hand pulls your chin in its direction, making you look up at Dynamights handsome features. He’s standing above you, he had moved from his seat in front of you, to now standing on your right side. He was like a Greek god, to perfect for his own good, too perfect to be human, too perfect to be real. He leans down, slowly closing the distance between you. You tilt your head to the side, so he can easily capture your lips with his. You close your eyes, just waiting for contact. Not caring about anything but his lips. But right before the perfect man is about to kiss you, you hear a thump, and his hand gets pulled away from you.

You open your eyes and look at Dynamight on the floor, Dabi standing above him his hand lit with flames.

"That was not the deal." Dabi says between clenched teeth. "Their choice. Not yours." The flames spread up his arms, following his chest and moving rapidly down his legs, until all of him are caged in flames.

Dynamight smirks, setting off a small explosion in his right hand.

"You didn't think I would just let you touch them and not react. Then you don't know me at all, friend." He spits the last word like it's an insult, his gaze burning into Dabis' own.

You sit back admiring the two men, they both look like gods. Lean and buff. Tall and strong. But at the same time, they're a contrast. Dabis' blue flames and blue eyes. Dynamights' red flames and red eyes. Dabis' black hair. Dynamights' blonde.

Your thoughts wander again, what if you were caught between their fury. Their heat related quirks, burning your skin. Their aggression, making sure you're nothing but a powerless mess in the end. Maybe they would fuck you like that, all weak and not able to fight. You wanted them more than you have ever wanted anyone, and you didn't wanna choose. Couldn't it just be both, couldn't they take a hole each and just use you for their own pleasure. 

The thought of them taking you simultaneously, has you weak. Thank some god you're sitting down. Your knees would be buckling, and you would barely be able to stand.

Dabi chuckles and Dynamight joins in. They're standing side by side, looking at you with the most intense gazes.

"Aww they're so cute, when they're flustered. You think it's our fault?" Dabi says and Dynamight quickly continues.

"Yeah, I bet, they've been blushing ever since they saw us. Maybe it's time to give them a little reward? Helping them with that mess between their legs?" Dynamight states and kneels, so he is eyes level with you. "Need help angel?" You stare into his eyes, not knowing how to respond. They took you aback, you thought you had kept it hidden. They may be a bit more observant than you had hoped.

"I... umh... this is... sorry... embarrassing... I... will... just go." You proceed to stand up, but Dynamights hand pushes you back into your seat.

"Tsk. Tsk. No one gave you permission to do that." He smiles and his hand slowly glides down from your shoulder, drift down over your nipple and you gasp. He chuckles and Dabi takes a step closer, to get a better look at you.

"Do it again, I wanna see that reaction again." Dabi's excited, impatiently pushing Dynamights' back with his knee. He obeys and his hand glides back up, putting a little extra pressure as he reaches your nipple. You whimper, and the two men exchanges a quick look, before Dynamight takes a rough grip around your boob and squeezes. You scream at the sudden pain, but it quickly turns into pleasure, and your scream turns into a moan.

Dabi kneels beside Dynamight, and he grabs your other boob. Giving it the same rough treatment, as Dynamight just did.

"Your tits are so perfect, fits perfectly in my hand. How do you think it would fit in my mouth?" The question is more for himself, than any of you. Dabis hand slowly snakes under your shirt, lifting it, so he can see the soft skin underneath.

"Let's get this off you." He smiles and starts pulling your shirt over your head, you allow him to do with no protest. The shirt easily slips over your head, and he can't take his eyes off the colourful bra now on full display.

"So pretty." He runs a finger along the lace, Dynamights' gaze is fixated on the curve of your boobs. His eyes hungry for more, the view of your nipple, or maybe the taste.

Dynamight reaches out, letting his finger dip under the edge of the bra. His finger pulls it a few centimes out from your skin, and lets it snap back. You hiss, and he takes a hold of each cup. His biceps tense and he rip the bra in half. The satisfying sound of fabric ripping, makes him smile, but the looks of your breast, all free and bare. He gulps, not wanting to scare you away if he's too eager. But some god they are perfect, every curve is perfect. Your nipple looks so perfect, he wants nothing more than to put it in his mouth.

He bends down letting his tongue be the first to make contact with your exposed skin. You whimper at the first contact, and he slowly pulls the nipple into his mouth. The sounds you make, has him too excited to control himself. His teeth catch your nipple, and you cry out. The feeling is so intense. It feels so good and so bad at the same time, but you don't want it to stop. It's like the pain enhances the pleasure. Making the soft licks of Dynamights tongue, that much more pleasurable.

"My turn." Dabi pushes Dynamight to the side, and takes the other nipple in his mouth, to give it attention too. His tongue is rough and lapping at your nipple only for his own pleasure. Nothing about this is about you, but the noises you makes has the boys excited. They want to know what other noises they can have you making, what will make you scream? What will make you cry? What will make you beg?

"I...umh..." You sentences gets interrupted by Dynamights finger slowly stroking you clothed pussy. "I wanna... FUCK..." He found your clit, slowly but surely making you moan. "I wanna know your names!" You almost scream as Dabi bites down on your nipple. "You know mine, I... fuck... wanna know yours." The boys pull away, leaving your most sensitive spots alone for a second. They exchange a look and Dynamight clears his throat.

"My name is Bakugou Katsuki... I'm 21... I, umh, I was not wanted." His gaze is on the floor, avoiding eye contact with you.

"I'm Todoroki Touya, I'm 28, I was abused by my father, and he almost killed me." You look dumbfounded at the two men in front of you.

"You... I... I'm sorry... but you didn't have to say all that... I just wanted your names." Katsukis' eyes find yours and he smiles softly, even though the pain is clear in his eyes.

"We know so much about you, it's only fair if you know something about us too. You're going to be a part of the league anyway, you're going to get to know us sooner or later." You don't know what to say, you had your own reasons for becoming a villain, but just by the sounds of it. These two have been through a lot.

"We don't want you to leave, we wanna make you one of us. And maybe trusting us, is a start?" Dabis' blue eyes finds yours and you nod slowly, trying to comprehend what you had just been told.

"Can I help?" Your voice is soft, and the boys heart melted a bit right there.

"We can go to my room and play some video games? Maybe that'll get our minds off it?" You smile and try to stand up, but right as your legs are supposed to carry you. You fall. The floor quickly nearing your face. Fuck this is going to hurt.

Something stops your fall, and you look up to find Katsukis' arms wrapped around you. He lifts you, so you’re back on your feet.

"You're my hero!" You exclaim, but as soon as you said it. You know you shouldn't have. Katsuki lets you go instantly and takes a step back, turning around to face the wall.

"I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't know that was..." Touya stops you pulling you back from Katsuki.

"There are somethings, we don't talk about." He says, letting go off you and stepping up besides his friend. The pit in your stomach seem to want to swallow you whole. You barely know him, and the fact that you hurt him feels worse than anything before ever has. You want to scream, cry, rip your skin off, anything to make this feeling go away. Your chest hurts, the feeling is so heavy and strange. You want the floor to open and swallow you whole. God just something to take back what you said. Anything. Right now, it would be nice to have a time traveling quirk. Just something to go back and fix this.

The burning feeling in your eyes and the lump in your throat, quickly makes you aware of the tears on their way. You try and swallow, but it only makes the feeling worse. You look up and blink, trying to stop the tears. Don't let them fall. Don't. Don't. Don't.

You gaze moves back to the two men. They are still standing with their back to you, talking softly. You're unable to hear what they're saying, but it doesn't matter. Katsukis' shoulders are slouched, and he looks so small right now.

A tear falls down your cheek, while you just stare. Your body shakes weakly as you start to cry. Silently. Not wanting the two men to hear you, too scared to move. Too scared that they'll turn around and see you like this. You frantically wipe the tears off your cheeks with your arm. You look down at yourself and your entire torso is bare, you desperately look for the shirt. Not seeing it anywhere. You can't be like this in front of them, crying and naked.

You take small steps at first, trying not to alarm them. Slowly walking around looking for the shirt. Where the hell did Touya put it? You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to keep just a small amount of decency. You bend down to look under the table.

A hand lands against your ass and you yelp. Touya is standing behind you, smirking and taking a good grip on your hips. He slowly grinds his hips into your ass, his hard cock hitting just the right spot. Fuck he is big, the outline of his cock making you almost scared of the near future. You moan and he pulls a bit away to slam back against you. You awkwardly stand a bit up, but Touya pushes you down over the table. Bended so perfectly, exactly the right height for him to fuck you. He leans down over you, letting his chest touch your back, as his mouth is right against your ear he says.

"You should give Blasty some attention, I think that'll cheer him up." You eagerly try to get up, to do anything to help Katsuki. But Touya holds you down, pressing his hand against your back. You try to wiggle free, but his strength with just one hand is insane. You feel a change behind you, and as you look back, you make eye contact with Katsuki. His eyes are bloodshot, likes he's been crying, but at the same time they're so intense. God, you want him inside you.

"Please, please, I'll do anything, just..." He jerks your bottoms down ripping them most certainly. He stares at the underwear you're wearing, it matches the ruined bra.

"This is in the way." He rips your underwear but leaving the ruined fabric hanging around your waist. The cold air hits your pussy and a small whimper leaves your mouth. He pushes a finger into you roughly, making you sure to hit your g-spot as he curls his fingers.

"This is not going to fit, we need you warmed up angel." He falls to his knees, continuing using his finger. Pumping in and out of you, making sure your wetness is well spread around on your lips. His head dips, and as his tongue makes contact with your clit, you moan. He adds another finger, stretching your pussy. Preparing you for his cock. You haven't even seen it yet, but if this is the treatment to get you ready, you know he is big.

His tongue slowly laps on your juices, while his fingers speed up. They hit your g-spot every time and you can already feel the nearing orgasm. Your former partners have never made you cum, they never knew what they were doing. But Katsuki has you close in seconds.

He pulls his finger out and you whimper at the loss. His tongue quickly takes its place, fucking into you. He tongue-fucks you, then moves back to your clit. Licking it softly and then back to your pussy. Your legs are starting to shake, and he can feel the effect he has on you. The sensation builds and builds. You can feel your high. It's so close. You just need a little push. You press back against Katsuki, and his tongue finds your clit. He slowly circles it, your legs cramp. Not being able to hold yourself up anymore. He pushes his finger back in you, and standing up so he can hold your body weight. You moan, you're so close. Just a tiny bit more. A smidge.

He stops. Pulling his hand from you and smirking as you turn your head to look at him. He lifts his hand to put his finger, covered in your liquid, into his mouth. He sucks the sweet juices off and a moan escapes him lips.

"Fuck you taste good angel."

"Let me taste." Touya is quick to push Katsuki to the side, slipping a finger into your heat. You whimper at the feeling, his fingers are so long. He hits your g-spot once and you moan. And he, just as Katsuki, pulls out. Leaving you desperate and whimpering.

He pops his finger into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you.

"You're so right, this is the best thing I have ever tasted." He looks a Katsuki, and the smirk before both stepping closer. They jeans rub against your ass, and it hits you. You're fully naked, and they're both fully clothed.

"I demand you take off your clothes." You yell. You wish you could see their faces, to figure out what their reactions is. But they stay behind you, uncomfortably quiet.

"Please." You whisper, just wanting to not feel so vulnerable.

The tip of a cock is pressed between you folds, slowly but surely bottoming out. You moan and the cock so deep inside you, fills you up like nothing before. You try to turn around to look at who is buried in you, but one of them holds your head still.

Fuck it feels so good. Filled to the brim by a fucking hot guy, and another one is waiting for his turn.

"It fits, now let's try the thing we discussed." Katsukis voice breaks the silence, and it's the most relieving thing ever. He pulls out and you whimper at the loss.

"No. No. No. Get back inside please." Your voice is desperate, and a strong pair of arms lifts you on the table. You settle down and finally look at the two men. They're naked. Butt ass naked. And they look fucking good. Bakugou is buff, body builder buff. His whole body looks like a weapon, scarred, and bruised. But he looks so fucking hot. His cock is standing straight up, shining slightly from your wetness now covering his cock. It's so thick, bigger than anything you have seen before.

You look over at Touya, he's a bit taller, not much, but enough that it's noticeable. His lean and unquestionably strong, but his muscle aren't as defined as Katsukis. His nipples are decorated with a pair of metal studs and his cock his giant. Maybe slightly longer than Katsukis, but not as thick. The nipple piercings are so cool, fitting when the rest of him is just as pierced.

You're sitting on the table, most of your weight on your hands placed slightly behind. Leaning back a bit, so your stomach and chest are on full display. Your legs are spread, so they have a clear vision of your dripping pussy.

Katsuki is the first to take a step, moving confidently in your direction. Doing a kind of model walk as he struts to you. He stops right in front of you, taking a hold of your neck putting slight pressure and pulling your head to the side, so he can place soft kisses along your pulse. He places a kiss behind your ear, making you whimper, and his teeth sink into the flesh. You cry out, but he doesn't stop. He stops as the taste of blood in his mouth. You scream as his teeth punctures the skin, he pulls his teeth back, and makes small lick on the open wound. It feels weirdly good, not something you would expect, but it has your heart racing and your pussy wetter.

Touya moves next, already enchanted by the show you put on. The way your body struggled against Katsukis hold, but you let yourself enjoy it in the end.

"Let me try." Katsuki switches places with Touya, and Touya is quick to continue where Katsuki stopped. His tongue slowly tastes the blood leaking from your throat, he hums as the taste hits his tastebuds, and he is quick to start sucking. Slowly pulling the blood from your body. The lightheaded feeling from Katsukis grip, is getting worse. Maybe blood loss is serious.

"...something... I... wan... nananana... sayyyyiaaa." Touya steps back, a worried look in his eyes. Katsuki has the same look, and fatal flaw the boys just realized is that they never wanted their one-nightstand to survive, or they didn't care at least. They didn’t care if their partner enjoyed themselves or was fine in the end. But they care about you, and maybe they had been a bit rough. Normally the girl or boy they took home was just to satisfy a need. You're different. You're a part of this family now. You're a part of their lives. They don't want you to die. They want to hurt you, yes. But only if it's good for you too.

The blood keeps streaming from your wound, and Touya says something to Katsuki. But you're too lightheaded to register. Touya steps closer, something like an apology leaves his mouth and then pain. Excruciating. Agonizing. Tormenting. Unbearable. Dreadful. Pain. Your vision goes black. But you can still feel the pain. It's like hell is peeling your skin of sewing it back on and peeling it off again. The pain is worse than anything you had experienced before. You want to cry and scream. But not a sound leaves your mouth. No tears fall. You can't move a muscle.

Light. Blinding light. Oh no. Was this all just a dream? Are you sitting in the chair? About to be interrogated? Was everything just your imagination? Are you back before the league? An uneasy feeling spreading through your body. Something is wrong. But you have no idea what. Something is so so wrong. You can't feel your limps, your body feels like it's floating. Everything feels weird. Off. Like you're not where you're supposed to be.

Hell? Heaven? It feels more like heaven than hell. Even though you have never been. Maybe this is the end. Just floating in eternity forever.

"Hey..." The word is soft, and another follows it. "Come back to us." A few seconds of silence, before an almost desperate "please."

You blink your eyes a few times. Trying to get your vision back. Slowly the room becomes visible. To faces looking down at you. You can't pinpoint them. They seem familiar. Like you know them.

Then it hits you, and you erratically sit up. Hitting your head against one of the others, and you groan in pain. Your vision gets even more blurry after the sudden raise in position. A laugh comes from the right, and you turn your head. But you can't figure out which of them it is.

A hand moves to stroke your cheek, and you lean into it. Finding comfort, in one of their rough hands. The fingers were long and slender, with a scent of cigarettes. It's Touya. He softly caresses your cheek with his thump.

Your vision is almost back, and your body is starting to feel normal. Katsukis' face is still concerned as you meet his eyes, and he moves a bit closer. He snakes him arm around your waist and pulls you closer so he can kiss your hair.

Touyas' hand sneaks down to your waist, pulling you closer to him. Which quickly starts a tugging way. Katsuki pulls you down so you're lying in his lap, looking up at him. Touya is quick to make a counter move, pulling your legs around his waist. Making you lay, in and interesting position between the two men. Katsuki is about to make another move, when his eyes meet Touyas’, and they exchange a knowing glance.

"If you're going to fuck me, it's going to need to be nicer than last time. You made me fucking pass out... from Blood loss!" You emphasize the last words, and they look kind of proud. Or a mix of proud and ashamed.

"I'm going to be nice... but I will... for the love of god, make you cum from pain. And pleasure, of course. But there needs to be a good amount of pain." Katsuki smirks and pulls you closer, kissing you wound softly. It's been cared for, so your whole neck is packed in gauze. But the pressure on the still very sore wound, makes you let out a soft whimper.

Touya groans, grabbing a hold of your thighs and pulling you down against his cock. You moan and you can feel his cock harden at the noise. Katsuki is still bend over you, with his lips making contact with your wound, and the sudden motion from Touya makes Katsukis' teeth scratch the bandage. You cry out, and once again they exchange a glance, an all-knowing glance. Like they can read each other’s minds. Like there is so much you don't know, and maybe they'll never tell you.

“The point angel, is to show you a side of yourself you don’t even know exist. Don’t deny that you enjoy the pain, that you enjoy the excruciating pleasure. The heightening of the pleasure, with just a bit of pain. Or maybe a lot. I think you can take it. We’ll just have to train you, to behave like a good little doll.” He leans closer, as his words makes you squirm.

His words make you so damn desperate, but you fight to keep your composure. Trying to make sure the guys don’t figure it out. Even though it seems like they already have. How the hell do they know you better than you know yourself? Right. They fucking spied on you. What do they know? What don’t they know? It’s a weird question. How much can someone you have just met know about you, but at the same time. They’re in the league of villains. They could probably get all the information in the world, if they wanted.

“Someone’s excited, huh?” Katsuki says with his face right above yours, you stare into his crimson red eyes. They’re so intense, studying your face, remembering every detail, getting all your secrets from just your face. You’re breathless as he keeps looking, your heart beats faster, your breath gets shallow, you get nervous. It’s so intense, nothing like anything you have experienced before. How can a look have you feeling so much? How can his eyes have you feeling so desperate?

“Maybe we should help them out of this?” Touya says and breaks the moment between you and Katsuki. You acknowledge what you’re wearing, it’s a big black shirt with a white skull on it, it must be one of theirs, cause it’s definitely not yours. It doesn’t take long for you to realize, you’re not wearing any underwear. Which mean Touya has had free access to your pussy this whole time. You gulp and your eyes meet his, he’s smirking knowing exactly what you’re thinking.

“Is this what you want me to do.” He reaches a hand down to your cunt, slowly inserting one of his digits. You whimper, as his one finger slowly suit the ache in your core.

“God your soaked, you think I can just,” He slips another finger in easily, and you moan at the feeling of getting stretched on his long digits. A smile curls his lips, he’s got an idea. And probably not a nice one.

“What?” You express, trying to figure out what he’s thinking. But you can’t read a single of his emotions.

“Oh, just a little test.” His smirk gets bigger, and a quick burst of heat spread in your pussy. You moan and look down to figure out what just happened. It happens again. A hot burst of warmth, on the edge of pain. But it stops just before it hurts. You move up on your elbows, to look down at Touyas fingers. The feeling comes again, and you see light coming from your cunt.

That fucking bastard. He’s using his quirk. In You. He’s playing with his flames in your pussy. The fucking problem is… that it feels good. How the hell does that feel good? Don’t tell him. Don’t admit that what he’s doing is working.

It doesn’t matter, he already knows. A knowing grin on his face. As he does it again, and he can feel your pussy clench around his finger. You whimper as the flames stay a little longer this time, starting to burn. But even though it should hurt like, hell. The feeling is amazing. The pain, it makes his fingers feels so much better.

You look up at Katsukis’ face, his eyes are focused on where Touya is penetrating you. Staring at your drenched pussy. He licks his lips, and his gaze moves to catch yours.

“Maybe we should finally do the thing we talked about?” He is clearly talking to Touya, the two men’s gazes are on you, but they’re talking like you’re not there.

“Lets.” Touya responds and withdraws his fingers, as you whimper at the loss. Touya stand up, quickly making work of his clothes, and laying down on his back. His legs are bended over the edge of the bed, clearly a plan in mind, but you can’t figure it out. His cock stands straight up, making you gulp at the sheer size. Oh, to have him inside you.

“Get on angel.” Touya commands, and you don’t waste any time to get on. “No, the other way.” You obey and get on cowgirl style, facing Touya. You grab his cock making his tip hit the outside of your pussy. You slowly sink down, moan and whimpering as he lets you take it at your own speed. When you’ve gotten halfway, you stop. You feel so full, there is no way in hell that you’re getting him the rest of the way in.

“Come on angel, a little more.” You whimper as you press yourself down, only get a little bit more. Not near enough for him to bottom out. “You gotta do everything yourself.” He mumbles and takes a hold of your hips. “Deep breath.” He states to you, and you do as he says. He thrust his hips into you, bottoming out. You scream as his cock hits your cervix, and you fall forward following the rough treatment. You’re gasping for air. You feel so fucking full, like you’re getting split down the middle.

“Your turn.” Touya declares, and before you get to react, you can feel a presence behind you. Katsuki bends down, putting his lips next to your ear.

“This is gonna hurt, but your gonna enjoy it.” He whispers against your ear, and he stands back straight. He presses a hand down on your back, your pussy is filled with Touya, but he doesn’t seem to care. He presses his tip against you pussy, making you whimper as he presses the tip in. You scream. Fuck your full, and he is not even half in. God they can’t both fit. It’s not going to fit. It’s just not.

“It’s not gonna fit.” You whimper, but Katsuki just chuckles.

“I’ll make it fit angel, don’t worry.” You can’t protest, it feels so good. So, fucking good. But god, they’re going to tear you in half. They’re going to kill you. But fuck that. You’re going out at the top. You’re going out screaming. Hopefully in pleasure.

“Angel will make it feel good, just relax.” The soft grip of Touyas' hand around you chin as he says his calming words, makes you relax. Okay, okay. This is going to be okay. No need to worry.

You scream as Katsuki slams into you, bottoming out in a single thrust. You’re gasping and on the verge of tears. Fuck it feels good. But god it hurts. You are being stretched in a way, that’s not human. Not normal. This wasn’t on your to do list last year. Not even yesterday. This was never something you had even thought of trying, but the feeling of being so full. Getting stretched so good. You never wanna stop.

The switch wasn’t something you expected. You want to continue, this isn’t something you don’t want to do. This is something that’s perfect for the situation. But good you’re not sure they’ll be able to move. You’re filled to the brim. They should be able to move, it is probably not possible.

Katsukis voice is low, a soft groan escaping his lips. He’s trying to control his breathing, he’s doing everything in his power not to cum right there. In your tight, wet pussy. Fuck he has never felt something so good. You’re perfect. Perfect for them. Their good little angel.

“You need more time to adjust?” Touyas’ voice is soft, he cares, he brushes a lock of hair out of your face. You shake your head, and a smile wider than anything you have seen before, breaks out on his face.

“Good doll.” Katsukis’ hand reaches around and grabs your throat, pulling you up. As your sit up Touyas cock hits your cervix again, and you moan at top volume. Katsukis’ hand presses harder at you throat and you quiet down.

“You want the whole building to hear?” He chuckles, and a rush of embarrassment floods over you.

“They can hear us?” You say barely above a whisper. The boys laugh, and their unison decision is to pump their cocks further into you. You scream, and you’re sure everybody is going to be able to hear you. But the feeling of the boys’ cocks, make you not give a fuck. And so what if someone hear? They can enjoy your moans, and if it bothers them, then they can leave.

“What did you think about?” Touya pulls you out of the thought, you blush and look down.

“Oh… nothing.”

“Right, nothing, cause “nothing” makes you clench around us like your life depends on it.” His voice makes you even more embarrassed.

“We’re not shaming you, we just wanna know, maybe we can fulfil the fantasy?” Katsuki continues and you mumble something none of them hears.

“Speak up angel, you gotta speak up.” Touya commands in a soft voice, but you know you don’t have a choice.

“I… Was Thinking About Other Hearing Us!” You yell as quickly as possible, closing your eyes and pretending to now exist. The boys are quiet for a second, before Katsuki pulls you head back so he can look down at you, as your head is bend backwards.

“You want someone to hear? What about watch? They don’t get to touch, but they can look. They can look at us fuck you, and hope they get a turn. But they won’t cause your ours, get that?” You nod eagerly, he takes a hold of your hair and pulls your further back. You instinctively open your mouth, and he smirks.

“You gotta answer angel, you want someone to watch? Look at your perfect body. Look at how well you take our cocks?” Touya elaborates. You think for a few seconds, as you debate the pros and cons. It would be fucking hot, you would be off limits, maybe they would like just watching. But to be on display? Maybe it would just be weird. You like they idea. But would you like the real thing?

“I don’t know.” You admit, and the feeling of failure washes over you.

“That’s not a problem, we’ll figure it out. We can try it at some point, not now. Now it’s just and your sweet pussy.” Katsuki let’s go of your hair and lets you look down at Touya. His eyes are dark, his normally so light blue eyes, have turned almost black as he looks at you. He looks hungry, like he can’t wait for whatever is about to happen.

“Ready?” Katsuki says, and you’re just about to nod, as you realize he’s talking to Touya.

“More than, you wanna start?” Touya ask, and before you hear an answer Katsuki pull almost all the way out, and then slams back in you. You scream and a groan comes from Touya as you clench around them.

“I wasn’t ready.” You say between clenched teeth, and Katsuki just chuckles.

“No one asked you angel.” He grins and pulls out again, just slam back in few seconds after. You can feel every vein on his cock, and as his tip hits your g-spot you scream.

“Do I really feel that good?” You know Katsuki is smirking behind you as he says it, and you clench consciously just to make the two boys’ groan.

“Fuck you, that’s mean.” Katsuki gasp and grabs your neck to pull you back again, so he can stare into your eyes.

“Oh really? Cause I just did the same thing as you.” You smile innocently and Katsukis gaze darkens. The intensity in his eyes’ doubles, and maybe teasing him was a bad idea. Because whatever that’s on its way now, is going to turn you into a mess.

“I’m not waiting, we gotta fuck the brat out of them.” He remarks, and as soon as that’s said. He sets a rapid speed pounding into you, as you scream and clench around him. It doesn’t take long for Touya to do that same and start fucking up into you. Their rhythms aren’t the same and it’s worse than if it were. One of them is always hitting your g-spot or your cervix. You’re screaming and the tears are welling up in your eyes. It feels so fucking good, you can’t speak, can’t think. You can’t do anything but take it and scream. The tears have begun to stream down your cheeks, as you whimper and moan.

Their speed doesn’t slow. Their stamina is inane, like machines they just keep it on. You want to stop, want to take a break, but no. You can take this. Take their cocks. Nothing is making you retreat. You got what you wanted. You got them both to fuck you like mad men. And it’s better than you ever imagined. Maybe they are mad man. Not many villains aren’t. But these are your mad men. These two are yours. Your property.

You scream as they keep pumping their cocks in you. You can feel your orgasm nearing. This is going to ruin you. You whole body is tense, your legs are shaking and cramping. You heart is beating at an insane speed. You’re gasping and moaning, barely able to breathe. The tension and the heat building in your abdomen, is such a familiar feeling. But this isn’t going to be a normal orgasm. This one is going to ruin you. These two men are running you. No one will ever be able to touch you like them. No one will ever have that effect on you.

Katsuki and Touya can feel you clenching around them, they know exactly what’s on its way. And they’re not going to stop. Not if you beg, you’re theirs now and you’re going to take everything they have to give. But it may not be today, because both of the boys are already close too. Your moans and whimpers, making them more excited than expected.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You moan, “I’m gonna cum. FUCK!” You almost scream as Touya touches your clit and gently roll it between his fingers.

“Cum for us angel.” That all you need, and you let the orgasm come. You scream and clench as your pussy starts to pulse and cream around their cocks as your orgasm just keeps coming. Your legs are cramping and shaking, and Katsuki must hold them still, so you don’t move too much. Your heart is pounding, and your vision goes white for a second as another wave of your high hits you. You roll your hips against Touyas hips, but none of the boys stop their rhythm, still pumping into you. Making your orgasm never ending.

As you clench a final time around them and fall forward, Katsuki can’t hold it anymore. He cums hard, filling you with his cum, painting your wall white. Stuffing you, and with a final groan he calms down too.

“Please cum in me.” You moan against Touyas’ ear, and he doesn’t need to be told twice. He fills your pussy even more. He thrust hard into you one last time as his last spurt comes, and he’s done too.

Their cum is leaking from you, you pussy is gaping as the two boy pulls out. Leaving you in the bed, whimpering and spent. Katsuki lays down beside you, pulling you into his arms.

“I need to get something from my room, be back in two.” You barely acknowledge Touya leaving, you head is mush. And you can’t even say thank you to Katsuki, you just lay in his arms waiting for Touya to come back.

Touya steps into the room, something in his hand, but you don’t have the energy to really look at it, to figure out what it is.

“Lay still.” Touyas' voice is soft, and something cold is pressed against you pussy. You’re sore and something being pushed into you has you whimpering and crying out. The cold thing gets pushed all the way in. It wasn’t big, just enough to plug your hole.

“Perfect, now everything will stay inside.” Touya chuckles and Katsuki kisses your hair.

“Was it good to be filled by us?” Katsuki asks and you nod, too tired to talk. And before long you're off to dreamland. Dreaming of getting creampied by your two new favourite people.

Thank you so much for reading this, I'm really happy with how it turned out. It's like my favourite work ever. I hope you enjoyed it. It ended up being a little longer than expected *awkward laugh* Also, have an amazing day, love ya<3 I was kind of thinking about writing the back story to Bakugou. So, we get an inside in what happened and how he turned into a villain. I have some ideas, I was just wondering if people actually wanted to read that? And maybe a second chapter of this one?

Edit: I'm working on the second chapter, because a few people asked for another. So to please the people, in hopefully a few days there will be a second chapter.

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[mossy-opal]

Sweet Spot

Sugar Baby Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, Mentions of a Bar, Mentions of Black Mail (against heroes), Mentions of Cheating (nothing explicit), Mentions of Drug Use (a hero using, nothing explicit), Mentions of Murder, Nefarious Plotting, Mentions of Smut, Prostitution (he's a sugar baby, you know what you're reading), Smut For Real

Villains were shifty in many ways, Tomura was taught that by his master for a long time. Villains had a large underground society, his master showing him everything he had at his disposal, so long as everything went according to plan.

But when his master was taken into custody, that was certainly not according to plan, he and his comrades were left with nothing. Not even Giran could help their lack of funds, the only thing they could do was rob small convenience stores. Even that was getting more difficult to do, with the presence of police and heroes increasing in areas they frequented. The yakuza wasn't the safest option for them, they were running out of supplies, tensions were running high.

Giran introduced him to something he could do for money, a small side gig to make a few extra bucks. After all, the villain world was vast, and Tomura was desperate.

“No, this has to be a scam-”

“It’s not. Old bitty’s are desperate for a young man nowadays, and they’re discreet-”

“I don’t give a shit.” He hissed, “It’s a safety risk, especially now.”

“I know, but it’s an option…”

Giran handed him the new phone, and he saw the site was exactly what he said. Discreet. No names, no pictures. He looked through reviews of some of the clients, how they complimented the work ethic and how easy it was to get a hold of some people. With the Yakuza deal being an issue, 'Overhaul' being a risky 'ally', this option seemed… Do-able.

So, he made an account. His first few clients were too scared of him, they expected him to be someone different, maybe someone lesser-known, or someone easier to talk to, but they got him instead.

He didn’t expect much, he was never one to be looked at as if he was… Attractive. Did he have high expectations of getting lucky with any of these women? Not particularly. Some of them were too old, just in need of someone to talk to. Their husbands cheated on them and they wanted to get back at ‘em, but never followed through. The younger women who asked for his services were shocked it was him, and if he did get to go all the way with them, they usually told him to go from behind, turn off the lights, don’t mind them if they moan someone else's name, don’t take all of his clothes off.

It only bugged him slightly a lot, but it made the league money.

He used that money to feed his league, good foods aside from junk, get them clothes they’d need, get Toga her feminine things, and so on. It was useful, he could easily lie about the money coming from Giran, and no one would ever ask him where he went.

He couldn’t imagine the humiliation he’d endure if they found him making his way to love hotels at least once a week. Sure it was dingy and gross, but he didn’t pay for it, and he got paid for it, so he couldn't complain. It wasn’t just women who’d buy his services either, he’d get men too. Due to the vague website and the lack of names, not many men would expect the leader of the League of Villains, but for enough money, Tomura followed the terms of his contract and swore to be quiet about it. Sometimes it was lawmakers he’d fuck with, sometimes people from the Commission, sometimes it was even low-ranking heroes he’d get to fuck. It didn’t matter to him, all that mattered was the money, and it got him plenty of black mail material too, but they didn’t need to know about that. Sometimes he’d be security for rich families in the underground, security for people at parties.

It didn’t matter.

He’d do what he needed to.

So when his next client refused to meet him at a love hotel, he got irritated.

When they refused to meet him at a bar, he got mad.

When they insisted on meeting at a cat cafe, he wanted to drop the client entirely.

This had to be a fucking joke.

But, he kept reminding himself it was for the money. It was for the league. The pay the client offered was something he couldn’t refuse.

The cat cafe was a late running one, so when he showed up and the sun was down, he was slightly surprised it was still open. Walking in, he saw someone wave at him. He looked around, pointing to himself, and you nodded. He shuffled through the cafe slowly, sure to keep his eyes on the floor beneath him, as to not step on any cats.

When he got to your table, you offered your hand.

“Pleasure to re-meet you, you remember me, right?”

He didn’t take your hand, sitting down with a huff.

“Remember you from what?”

“College of course.” You said it with a wink, and he caught on, nodding.

“Sure, remember our computer class… Why’d you reach out?”

You smiled, “I heard you do repairs now, you have great reviews.”

He hummed, this was certainly new.

“Hm, where’d you hear that from?”

You pulled out your phone, showing him a picture of a hero, and smiled.

“My friend told me all about you, said you’d get rid of any problems, real quick too!”

He smirked beneath his face mask, looking at you with sharp eyes.

“Sure I can… What’s the issue?”

Your wicked smile made him feel something, he wasn’t sure what it was, but he liked it.

“Just a bug in my software, I’m pretty sure it’s not a virus, but it’s a real pain…”

Tomura hummed, keeping his eye on your phone screen. He’d seen the hero before, knew he was a small time guy, pretty sure he’d fucked him too. He was sure to memorise his face, trying to make out what he looked like behind the mask, before he looked up at you. You were looking at the menu currently, your eyes scanning the words. You were pretty, and young. He wondered…

“How’d you get the 'virus'…?”

He asked, and you looked at him with a smile, “Aah, my friend borrowed someone else's computer and transferred some files to mine, and well, the files weren’t secure. Go figure, amiright?” You said with a smile, but you looked irritated behind the smile.

The bastard cheated, and on you of all people. Why would he go and do that? Probably fucked a fan...

Tomura huffed, he hated people like that and nodded.

“Any issues with your computer aside from the virus?”

“Thankfully no, I’m always sure to use protection, 'specially if I can't trust my buddies to keep it to themselves. VPNs, y’know~?” You said with a wink, making him actually chuckle.

Despite the small crime of “using someone else's computer”, Tomura wanted more information.

“I can get rid of it, but I wanna know… Any other issues?”

You smirked, shrugging. “Plenty, what do you want to know?”

“All of them…”

That was how you two met. You worked for the Commission as a paper pusher, "Damage Control" you called it, just running documents to and from different agencies, only making copies of classified information every now and then, when a hero assaulted someone, when a hero slipped up with drugs, when a sidekick got caught with a hero twice their age, so and and so forth. You were a beautiful well of knowledge, and you paid him for it, how funny was that?

You were smart to use code when talking to him, smart enough to cover your tracks with several different firewalls and VPNs, smart to keep your name hidden from him, only ever using aliases.

He knew you knew who he was, and as far as he could tell, you didn’t give a shit.

You were perfect for him, and he was certain to keep everything he did with you under wraps. Sometimes the information you’d slip to him would get to news stations, who would've guessed? It’d even sometimes end up in the hands of the police, how it got there, no one knew.

It was a dance he had with you, making the right moves got him anything he wanted, and you were happy to oblige in any way you could.

One day, you asked for his services once more, but you invited him to a bar. It was different, usually you asked him to meet you at places that were cute, unsuspecting, with low security and no cameras. But never a bar, much less an underground bar.

But, he was getting paid, so he wouldn’t complain.

Getting there was easy, getting in was even easier, and finding you was a piece of cake. You had two drinks in front of you, and when you turned to see him you smiled a genuine smile.

“Heeey, nice to see you death’s-head~!”

You’d always give him moth related nicknames, he suspected you just really liked moths.

“Why are we here of all places?”

You shrugged, “I haven’t had any issues at work lately, but I kinda like spending time with you, figured we could just hang out?”

He felt his face heat up with that, sitting on the stool next to you. “Not really my thing…”

You clicked your tongue with a coo, “Yeeeaah, but you’ve been busy lately, kinda wanted to let you chill out for a minute, y’know?”

Tomura shrugged, moving his mask to take a drink, keeping his head down. Even amongst other unsavoury types, he still wasn’t safe.

“I don’t really have that kind of luxury, you should know that…”

You hummed, sipping your own drink slowly.

“Yeah… But hey, at least now we can talk freely, yeah?”

“Tch, wouldn’t do that around here…”

You shook your head, “Not an issue, I know the owner of the place, he’s an old friend.”

Tomura chuckled, “Friend from college?”

You smirked, “Something like that~”

With that, the two of you just talked that evening. You kept paying for drinks and even some food, introduced him to the owner of the bar, it was a kind old man you called gramps, and he even got to know the old man. You two never exchanged your real names, only telling each other about interests and passions, you didn’t have a quirk and wanted to be a doctor, but ended up being a secretary of sorts. “Whatever pays the bills”, you said, and that really resonated with him. He couldn’t tell you much, but you didn’t press for information.

You never did.

The two of you started to hang out a lot more, without payment. You invited him to what he assumed to be your apartment, since it was filled with things that you would like. Cute plushies, horror movie posters, pictures of yourself with friends, moths and butterflies littered the walls in shadow-boxes. It was certainly your home. He felt special to be trusted like this, he was sure to keep you a secret.

He wanted to have at least a little bit of a normal life with you.

You paid him to take information and kill off small time shit heroes, hung out with him on your days off and weekends, offered him a couch to sleep on when he wanted.

He considered you a friend and an ally, even if he didn’t know your name.

One day while he was hanging out in your living room, fucking with your game scores, he heared the door slam shut and you run to your room, slamming that door too.

He didn’t like that.

Carefully making his way to your door, he heard you talking to yourself, throwing things and screaming into pillows. Tomura opened the door slowly, only to be hit in the face with a small plushie, hearing you gasp immediately afterwards.

“P-pepper- fuck I’m sorry I-”

“Why are you so upset?”

You blinked, wiping away your angry tears and shaking your head, “Stupid reason…”

He picked up the plushy and walked into your room, tossing it on your bed before sitting next to you.

“Only stupid if you don’t tell me ‘bout it.”

You sighed, shaking your head again, "Just- a lot of little things, y'know? I made a mess of my breakfast this morning, I got a message from an old ex about how he 'misses me', crock of shit if you ask me- I missed my usual train so I was almost late to work, I couldn't get coffee until lunch and then I spilled my coffee! It's stupid but- Ugh…. The last straw was when my coat got hooked on the door on my way up…"

You laughed, putting your head in your hands. "Everything's just too much right now…"

Tomura nods, listening all the while. He felt something during this, he felt good to know you trusted him like this, ranting to him about these issues. They may have been meaningless, but they bothered you, and upset you, so they mattered to him.

He snorted, "What ex? Thought you don't date anymore."

"Yeah, since that last hero I haven't been doing anything with anyone, been too damn busy… This guy was from my last job, caught him texting someone else and left him. Why, you gonna get him back for it?"

Tomura shrugs as you lay down with a sigh. He lays down next to you, "Maybe, maybe not. Only if he bugs you again, 'kay?"

You chuckle, "Sure thing…"

You two laid like that for a moment, your breathing slowed as your heartrate did, and you let out a nice long breath.

"Tomura…"

He jolted up at the mention of his real name, looking down at you sharply, getting away from you quickly. Why did you say his name? What did you want? Were you bugged? Was he really safe here?

"Hey hey, easy now…" You sat up and put your arms out, "No need to freak out I just…. When we're like this, can't we use our names?"

"No, you might be-"

"Bugged? What, you think I wouldn't notice a whole feather from Hawks? A chip from the Commission? Come on, Tomura, I'm smarter than that…"

He stayed silent, not wanting to say anything else until you sighed, making a move to shut off your phone completely before you started taking it apart. He could see all the components, the battery… Nothing was out of the ordinary.

You told him your full name as you put your phone together, you explained you had access to the cameras attached to your building and would always alter the footage to show a loop of your hallway. You had a routine anyway, so it wasn't out of the ordinary if someone looked at it casually. You explained you checked every document you ever got, you never took your work bag further past your door, and you never used the laptop they gave you at home, anyway. You sat back on your bed with a small smile.

"Are you at ease now, Tomura…?"

He let out a breath and nodded, but he was still confused.

"Why now…?"

"Hm?"

"Why do you want to use my name now? Why give me yours?"

You shrugged, "Well I mean… You sleep on my couch, I don't really see why I can't trust you with my name. It's not like I didn't know who you were or what we were doing, and it's not like we're working now anyway. So…"

Tomura sighed, shrugging. "Sure, I guess…"

With that out of the way, you giggled, and that made him snap to look at you. "What?"

"Well I mean… I was just thinking… About the site we met on…"

He felt his face flush as he started walking out of your room, "What about it?"

You followed him out of your room, "Well I see that it's usually used for… Heheh, other things…"

"Like what?"

"Did you get paid to have sex with anyone~?"

He rolled his eyes as he started playing your games again, "Can't say, contracts and all that, you get it…"

"Oh please, as if either one of us cares about 'security', so spill it! Any old women? Men?"

Tomura smirked with a nod, "You're not my first Commission client~"

You feigned offence, "Ah! I'm hurt~!"

You laughed, and he chuckled at the normalcy being regained once again. He told you about all of his clients and the different things he'd done for them, and even told you about the heroes he'd been hired by too. Those stories made your night even better, because you had worked as damage control for the heroes that Tomura Shigaraki had previously had sex with! You were delighted with the new information, and even happier he had gotten some pictures too.

You really were a dream come true, and now he knew your name, too.

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Things got busy for a little while, and Tomura hadn't been able to take clients, or even visit you. He was fighting for his vision after all, and with the information he had, he had plenty of fuel for his fire. He couldn't help but wonder though, what were you up to these days? Had you gotten back at that ex without his help? Were you still busy with work? Were you still living in that apartment?

…

Were you worried about him, too?

Of course you were. You couldn't reach out to look for him, that'd be far too dangerous. You could get hurt, arrested, the possibilities were endless with what could go wrong. But you were worried sick for him, especially after the news broadcasted the links heroes had found to the League of Villains after the raid on the Yakuza, and the attack on that Chisaki guy, you were scared. Not for your safety, but for his.

You couldn't tell him, Tomura would probably freak out if you told him how much you really cared. Hell, you were freaking out yourself, every time you had a relationship it always ended with them… Finding someone different. It always landed back with you looking at yourself in the mirror with doubt.

You knew, logically, it wasn't you who was the weak link in the relationships, but with how often it happened, you couldn't help but think… What if it was you?

What if Tomura didn't reach out until you paid him? What if he only reached out because you paid him? What if he wanted something more from you? What if- Your thoughts were cut short with a knock on your door, and you carefully made your way over.

Tomura had never knocked before.

You peaked through the peep-hole and felt your heart swell, quickly opening the door and pulling him inside, pulling him into a tight hug.

It was Tomura.

He was shocked at the response, unable to pull down his hood or take off his face mask because of your viper-like grip on him. Soon you let him go, immediately throwing questions at him.

"What the hell were you thinking!? Taking his arms!? Don't get me wrong the bastard deserved it- But what if you were caught!? You haven't talked to me in like a month- I thought you got caught by police or a hero or you died or something! You had me so worried-!"

"You were worried…?"

Your questioning stopped as you huffed, pushing some hair out of your face.

"Of course I was…"

He was shocked, as were you. You thought he'd know you were worried, but clearly not. What, had he never been fretted over before?

"Tomura-?"

He cut you off by grabbing your face, pulling you against him with a kiss. You huffed into the kiss and moaned into him, gripping his coat while pulling him against you. He kept his hold on your face, letting your weight push him against your door as you kissed him back.

Oh fuck, you kissed him back. You kept kissing him when his eyes shot open to look at you. You. You worried about him, you cared about him, you worked with him, you- You kissed him back! You were kissing him, and feeling him up too, before you pulled away.

"Ha- Is everything okay…?"

He blinked, letting your face go as he nodded, "Uh- y-yeah…"

You smiled at him, "You stopped kissing me~"

"I-I… I-uh… Y-you…"

"Tomura… You don't have t-"

"No I want to I just…. This doesn't normally happen…"

You laughed softly again, "You've told me, but those hags don't know what they passed up…"

You kissed him gently again, "You're smart…"

You kissed him again, kissing his cheek and his jaw, "You're handsome…"

You kissed his neck, gently nipping him, "And you're definitely my type~"

He chuckled at that, groaning at the feeling of your kisses, and letting you take his coat off of him, letting it fall to the floor. His hands found your hips, gripping them tightly while you paid attention to his neck. He pressed his knee between your legs, pulling your hips against his, relishing in your whine.

"Ha… W-we should- fuckin' move~"

He said with another huff, gently pushing you away. You whined impatiently but nodded, taking his hand and leading him to your room. When you got there you didn't even bother closing the door before ditching your shirt, Tomura following in your footsteps, undoing his belt while you shimmied out of your pants. He didn't get to lose his pants when you pulled him over to you, kissing him again, your bare chests pressed against one another. Tomura moaned into your mouth, pushing you by your hips onto your bed. You both seperated with a small laugh, pushing your plushies off the bed.

He never thought he'd see this.

He never thought at the beginning of this that he'd ever meet someone like you. You looked at him with a smile, you cared about him, you helped him and supported his desires. He wanted to relish this.

You were admiring him too, his handsome face, his beautiful eyes and pretty hair. You pushed some of his hair behind his ear as you held his face. You didn't look away from him, didn't tell him to turn off the light, didn't tell him to turn you around. You wanted him, entirely, unabashedly.

He didn't wait any longer, kissing you again, pulling your legs apart to press himself against you comfortably. You wrapped your arms around him again as he grinded against you. You shuddered at the feeling, your arms moving from his shoulders to his hips, pushing his pants down his legs. He smirked against you before he stood, taking his pants off entirely. You moved up on your bed, before whistling at Tomura, getting his attention. He looked at you, and felt his breath hitch at the sight. You pulled your panties to the side to show him how wet you were, wet for him. He quickly shoved his boxers down and damn near pounced on you pressing himself against you, before pushing himself in, selfishly.

You moaned sharply, laughing breathlessly, "T-Tomuraa… C-careful~!"

He huffed at the feeling of you- moaning at how fucking good you felt for him. He couldn't stop now- Couldn't hold himself back anymore. His hips slammed into yours over and over again, fucking you like he wanted. Your moaning spurred him on, the squelching of your sopping heat making him groan and whine above you as he looked down at where he pressed himself into you. His eyes kept looking from you to what you were currently moaning over. His smile was almost unhinged as he gripped your hips tight, ploughing into you faster than you'd ever felt.

The look on his face alone made your heart swell as you gripped his shoulder and your sheets. You clawed into his back as your head rolled back, moaning his name over and over again. Your previous partners never seemed this desperate for you, never felt this close to you, never felt like they-

Your eyes shot open as you moaned out as you came with him, feeling him shoot into you deep, making you shudder at the feeling of being so full.

"Ha-Haaa… T-Tomura you-"

You didn't get to finish your sentence, as he pulled you over the edge of the bed, pressing your face into the covers.

"I'm not done with you yet."

Tags: @slayersins @shadowsandshapes @dabislittlemouse @dabispreciouslittlebean @the-milk-anon @shockinglysubmissive @kelin-is-writing @elias-fable @mothiopal

Did I say this evening? I meant when I was done. Enjoy~

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[ofallthingsnasty]

I'm so starved for giran content. And I'm surprised there is no content for him trying to woo the opposite of him, a proper, gentle woman who doesn't even pick up on his advances. This is so cute like sjxihdjsid. Do you have the time to write a lil piece about this? 🥺🙏🏼

oh my god anon 😭💖 if you ask me like this how can I say no? So cute, that's my weakness 😭 I only got into Giran after someone sent in an interaction request for a milestone event of mine, I feel like he's a little bit aquired taste (at least for me, but now I love him... ) tw. fem reader

Aw, that'd be so cute. I'm definitely one of those people who can't pick up a hint to save their life and I feel like our sleazy old man Giran would have a lot of fun with that.

Definitely someone who gifts you a lot of things - from cheesy, eccentric knick-knacks he likes himself to fancier things you genuinely would want... How does he know you do? Trade secret, baby. And the thanks he expects- some simple words won't cut it, no, you can blubber on all you want - it always just ends in him tapping his cheek with a sly grin until you get the hint and reluctantly give him a little kiss. A bit weird, sure, but ultimately harmless (right?)

Always, always has his hands on you, especially when you're walking somewhere - a hand on your shoulder while you're talking, his arm around your waist to get you to move a little faster, his hand on yours when you're sitting somewhere, usually some little restaurant he picked out (not to mention the hugs - he always wants one when he sees you, cigarette still pinched between his fingers as he opens his arms for you). And he takes you out a lot. Everywhere, really. Lunch, dinner, karaoke, a movie, for a coffee or something sweet - he always pays for you no matter how many times you insist on picking up the bill - he won't take no for an answer, he's a gentleman, after all. Well, at least that's what he calls himself. You're sweet on him, too. He always tells you not to make a fuss over him but you can't help but cook for him from time to time. No one should live off coffee and cigarettes forever and he needs nutrition to be able to work properly. (Do you even know what his job is? Probably not, but you do have a slight hunch that it isn't the most proper thing out there.) It's endearing how you sometimes chide him for his clothes and hair or his smoking - it shows how much you care about him, even if some would call it nagging. He'd be so smitten with someone soft and sweet and the fact that you don't realize how much he likes you makes teasing you all the more fun. From your flustered face when he buys you some jewelry to the way you go a little stiff when he squeezes your waist...

#ask #anon #tw.fem reader #giran x reader #love giran sm he reminds me of someone actually ajsjsjjs #jsahsja i wanna make a mess all over his finger tbh #he's such a weirdo #lol i could tell you SO many stories of me just being a total dip when someone was actively trying to date me #that very much works irl lmao #giran