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Stitches (Part Two)

Ya’ll, I wasn’t planning on posting this yet but when I actually checked, I realised that if I didn’t- Part Two was going to be over 12,000 words. So I had to split it again. So, you can look forward to a Part Three! I also, sort of, accidentally maybe, wrote a teeny tiny lil’ bit of plot.

Tagged: @kittygonyan @mrsreina (If you’d like to be tagged in Part Three, give me a shout!)

Pairing: Villain!AllMight x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Blood, Swearing, Threats of Non-Con (Not made by our boy All Might and not said explicitly though).

Word Count: 6800+

Summary: A phone call makes you question just how the biggest bad in Japan feels about you. You discover just how All Might was injured and things get just a lil’ bit steamy.

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He was gone for over half an hour and you’d spent that time preparing the dressings you’d need for him. The wound was in a semi awkward place- just below the dip of his collarbone, so you’d had to dig out the gauze tape.

All the while, you attempted to calm the rapid, dizzying beat of your heart.

Those damn breathing exercises that Ivy had taught you were doing jack shit, especially with the feeling of his hands still imprinted firmly on your hips.

Were you really going to do this tonight?

It wasn’t as though you hadn’t danced around him for months now, the unyielding pull of his orbit spinning you closer and closer until the inevitable collision. But as you stood on the precipice, feet towing the line and looking into the abyss… there was still some trepidation.

Was he just doing this to prove that he could get into your pants?

Where the hell would it even go? He was, at his core, a villain and nothing you could do or say would ever change his nature.

Not that you would want to. You weren’t here to ‘fix’ him in any other way but physically.

Yet, despite all of the reservations that swam in your head, you couldn’t deny the chemistry that had always bubbled between you. Especially in those moments that you forgot just who he was and he was just idling around your apartment with you. Those moments made you just as hot as when you saw him pummelling some wannabe hero on TV.

Making him coffee while he fixed your kitchen sink. Actually… finding out that he could fix a kitchen sink had been jarring enough. Bickering over which movie to watch, when you knew he was going to win like he always did- but arguing with him for the fun of it anyway.

That day you’d found out that he did a fucking wicked impression of Endeavor and you’d howled with laughter- then caught him looking immensely proud of himself afterwards.

Even now, the memory of it made your lips quirk in a stupid smile.

Seeing that side of him made it so easy to separate him from the man the rest of the world saw. They weren’t privy to all the things that made him unique. Would it really be so wrong of you to give in?

The filthy promise he’d made still rang in your ears.

Slow, hard and all night long. Your thighs clenched in anticipation.

Your phone buzzed cheerily on the side table and the coffee you’d made for yourself in his absence sloshed against the side of the mug when you jumped.

An unknown number usually meant one of two things. Either All Might was calling you to ask how to perform some horrible mutilation on a person without them losing too much blood- or Ivy was calling for a chat.

Since the former was currently using up all of your hot water- seriously, thirty five minutes now- you correctly guessed that it was the latter. You answered, immediately perking up at the sound of her voice.

“Babes, is that beefy idiot of yours there? His little henchmen have been tearing apart half of the city trying to find him,” she said, not even bothering with hello. You tutted. Of course he’d just up and vanished without giving anyone a hint that he was okay.

“Hi Ivy,” you said pointedly and you could almost hear her roll her eyes at your insistence of politeness. “Yeah, he’s here.”

She grumbled.

“Ugh, will you please tell him to call off his goons before I have to kill any more of them for disrespecting me,” she said, like murdering henchmen was all too taxing for her. You knew differently. She was probably enjoying the change of pace. You half smiled, shaking your head.

What exactly was your life? Passing messages between villains like some kind of sentient answering machine.

“Hold on. He’s in the shower,” you said, escaping the soft light of the living room and heading in the direction of the still -goddamn it- running water. His clothes were piled where you’d told him to leave them and you were oddly touched to find that he’d arranged them in a way that the bloodied parts weren’t on your carpet.

He could be considerate when he wanted to be.

Biting your lip, you eventually worked up the courage and knocked on the door. You knew that he was grinning from ear to ear, probably expecting you to barge in and simply toss your panties over your shoulder while you were at it.

Hmm. There was plenty of time for that later.

“Did you miss me already, sweet thing? Am I that irresistible?” he said, his tone all deep and buttery and the image of him stark naked and soaking wet stole your voice for a moment. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was taking so long because he was- taking care of himself.

Your stomach whirled pleasantly at the thought of him stroking a hand along his thick-

“Hey! Don’t forget to tell him that they have like, zero manners. I’m appalled at how rude they all are. This is no way to treat a lady!”

Ivy’s irritated voice turned away from the phone for a moment. A crunch and a half-halted scream told you that she was more than handling herself against All Might’s minions.

You licked your bottom lip, squeezing your eyes shut and trying not to picture him behind the damn door again. Otherwise you’d never get out the words you needed to say. You’d get your chance to join him later, when your dumb obligation as his doctor wasn’t coming first.

“Um, Ivy says your little minions are out of control again. You might want to deal with that, big guy,” you informed him and you heard him swear loudly, a colourful mix of words that would have made a sailor blush.

The water, at long last, shut off.

You hadn’t really considered what would come next, despite the fact that he’d clearly left his pants- and by extension- phone right next to where you were standing.

The door opened and you suddenly had a face full of muscular, soaking wet chest. You barely even noticed his smug expression, too busy trailing your eyes down and focusing with laser like precision on the trail of blond hair that started at his bellybutton and vanished underneath his towel.

All Might had a fucking happy trail. How had you not noticed it earlier?

Oh yeah. All the blood.

You had died. You were dead and buried and this was Heaven and of course your version of Heaven would have a soaking wet, naked super villain in it.

Every brain function ceased and all you could register was the heat of the steam billowing out from behind him and the aching urge you now felt to catch the lone water droplet that was rolling down along his abdomen with your tongue.

It dipped into his bellybutton then out again, before soaking into the towel that he’d slung low around his hips.

“You know, as much as I’m enjoying your reaction sweetheart,” he rumbled, openly amused by your gaping, idiotic staring. “I do need my phone before I lose any more men to the sewer rat.”

“I fucking heard that, you jackass!” Ivy screeched and you were brought back to reality, aware that your face was now glowing red.

He leaned down past you and fished his phone from his pants pocket and you could feel the sweet, water warmed heat of his skin as he passed so close to you. You resisted the urge you suddenly felt to throw your legs over your head.

You didn’t even know if your legs could do that and Ivy might not appreciate having to wait any longer for a reprieve.

When he straightened up, he grinned at you and it was… different than his usual cocky smiles. This one was toothy and almost soft and his free hand came up to your chin, gripping it much like he had earlier. Except this time, it wasn’t to threaten you.

It was to bring your lips to his in a nipping, hard kiss that took the air out of your lungs.

Hnnng.

“Soon kitten,” he murmured, biting your bottom lip once more playfully. “Don’t forget, this was your bright idea.”

He winked at you before retreating back into the bathroom. You remained standing on the other side of the door for a long moment, cursing yourself for being so worried about him when you could be splayed out underneath him right now- morals be damned.

You only remembered that Ivy was still on the line when you heard her voice asking if everything was okay.

Fuck, it was more than okay. Not long from now, you were going to have that between your legs. More than ever you wished you hadn’t skipped all those yoga classes because this was going to be... challenging.

Said legs carried you shakily back down the hall and away from the temptation to break the door down while you waved your bra over your head.

Sexy.

“He’s um- he’s calling someone now,” you cleared your throat, choosing not to sit on your bloodied couch and instead canting your hip against your dining table. “Sorry Ives. If I’d have known he was AWOL I’d have made him call sooner. I know what those idiots are like…”

His henchmen were notorious for running riot without him there to rein them in. He was, surprisingly, like seventy three percent of their impulse control. It was a shame he lacked any himself.

“You know, I’m not even surprised any more,” she tutted. “He could have at least let one of his lackey’s know before he went and squared up against- wait-” Her voice paused just as she reached the bloody good bit and you fought the urge to interrupt. “Maybe he’s been too busy to phone anyone… Wanna tell me what you’ve been up to?”

Ivy knew what had gone down tonight by the sound of it. But she was also distracted and you knew you would get nowhere without indulging her curiosity first.

“Oh yeah, he’s been super busy getting a big ass gash on his shoulder stitched up. Not much time for phone calls,” you hedged slyly. Ivy didn’t need to know he’d also been busy with his mouth on your neck while you attempted not to moan like a a porn star. Definitely a detail that could be left out.

“Not going to lie sweets, I was convinced you were going to say getting a blowjob.”

“Fucking hell, Ivy.”

“What!? There’s nothing wrong with getting busy after a life threatening situation. I’m amazed that you both have so much restraint,” she said and despite your irritation over these villains all up in your personal life, you couldn’t find it in yourself to disagree with her out loud. “You said he was all sliced up? Did he tell you how he got it?”

Interest?

Piqued.

“No! He’s being really secretive about it,” you said hurriedly as though Ivy would hang up on you at any second. She wouldn’t but you were far too eager to hear this story and your brain refused to function normally. “Do you know?”

“I’m not technically supposed to, but well… henchmen talk darling, especially under the threat of pain…”

“Ivy spill,” you said, dragging the word out into a whine. Ivy loved to tell a tale but you were impatient now. You wanted to hear what had happened before he came out of the shower. Not just because you didn’t want him to catch you snooping in his business but also because there was the promise of fantastic sex to come too.

“Oh sweets, do I have a story for you,” Ivy squealed gleefully. Your heart beat hard in your chest in anticipation and you hoped that she wouldn’t drag it out too much. “I hope you’re sitting down for this because it’s just, mwah-” she made a kissing noise and you snorted.

“Ivy, come on. While I’m still young.”

“Tut tut, there’s no rushing a good thing. Or do you like it fast?” she teased, flirtatiously.

You rolled your eyes and tutted into the phone, not in the mood to be teased. At least… not by Ivy.

You checked over your shoulder- in case All Might had snuck up on you or was lurking in the doorway. He had a habit of doing that, just to make you jump. But he was nowhere to be seen, probably still on the phone, berating one of his second in command for their bad behaviour.

You hoped it was Shigaraki getting a talking to. That guy gave you nothing but bad vibes.

“So, I take it you remember last week, when you and I dished about that weirdo you treated? You know Hinata Cash?” she said his name almost cautiously as if worried that being too quick would bring back the memories before you would be able to handle them.

You made a strangled noise that could have been agreement as your brief but memorable encounter with Hinata Cash came rushing back from the deep, dark part of your memories that you’d shoved it into.

A chill raced along your spine.

“Are you okay, sweets?” Ivy asked cautiously.

“M’fine,” you said, clearing your throat. You wouldn’t let the mere mention of the creep make you uncomfortable. Ivy still paused until you reaffirmed that you were okay with talking about him though. “What about him? Is he still being a disturbing son of a bitch?”

Your bravado was all show. You both knew it, but Ivy continued like she bought into your act.

“Well, it turns out he was quite the talking point in some circles... Not enough to play with the big boys like your honey bun,” she said, probably giving the phone a shit eating grin. You didn’t even berate her for it and the teasing tone she’d aimed for fell away awkwardly. “But he was doing enough to get himself noticed. He’d started coming in to the Golden Cat on weekends. A few of the girls there told me about him…”

“All good things, I bet,” you said, rubbing your arm nervously. There was really no reason to feel nervous, not with your door locked and All Might in your bathroom, but that didn’t stop tendrils of unease winding around your neck.

“He started going by Scissorhands- Ugh, it was tacky if you ask me,” she sniffed primly. Never let anyone tell you that Ivy wasn’t a class act, you thought fondly. Still, the name made your insides twist uncomfortably. From what you’d seen on the snippets of news reports that day- he’d certainly lived up to his chosen name.

You had never been truly frightened in all the years that you’d been treating criminals. Even during that first meeting with All Might, you had never felt like you were in any immediate danger- so long as you kept your mouth shut and remained respectful.

But Cash…

He was the type to cut your throat because he didn’t like the colour of your curtains or some shit.

His entire visit had deeply unsettled you and set you on edge for days afterwards. Even now, despite the fact that he hadn’t delivered on his ‘promise’, you couldn’t really settle.

Every movement he’d made that day, every little twitch of his hands had caused your body to recoil and had it not been for the tight hold you had over your Quirk, you might have done more harm than good.

Thankfully, it had been a straight forward procedure but from the way your body trembled, you’d have thought it was your very first time all over again. He’d picked up on your nerves from the moment he’d sat down, leering whenever you flinched.

Glass and debris had become embedded directly under his left eye from the bank robbery he’d partaken in, just hours before. It had been on the Channel Five news, which was partly why you were so on edge. His fingers had still been bloody from the security guard he’d literally torn apart.

Heavy set, with wide shoulders and contrasting sharp features, you knew that had he made a move that day, you wouldn’t have had a chance to fight him off.

The shaking of your hands had thankfully been negated by your Quirk.

Precision wasn’t the most amazing Quirk in the world but it was particularly useful in your line of work. Being able to hit your target despite the shaking of your hands had saved you precious time.

Quick, yet terrified, you’d cleaned up his face and as politely as you could, tried to see him out. But his hand had clamped down on your thigh, too high for comfort and your whole body froze- your eyes staring unseeingly past him.

You couldn’t breathe in anything more than quick, frightened gasps. He seemed to revel in them.

You felt like a rabbit in the jaws of a wolf, seconds before the deadly bite.

He’d leaned in close, his breath repulsive and sour and you’d thought of a million ways to escape in those few seconds- none of them even remotely useful.

“I really appreciate this, Doc. It’s hard to find a woman with steady hands like yours...”

He had lifted one of them, examining it.

“Wonderful quirk. So useful... I can see why All Might likes you so much. I think I quite like you too.”

You had prepared for the worst. Mentally written your last will and testament and prayed to God that when he was finished with you he would just leave Marco be- the thought of him harming your cat suddenly far more prevalent in your mind than what was going to happen to you.

Strangely though, he’d simply gotten up from the chair, stroked your cheek as you sat there like a statue and then let himself out. Not before throwing his parting remark over his shoulder, though. The one that had been haunting you all week.

“I’ll see you again real soon, honey.”

Naturally, you hadn’t gone after him for the payment he’d skimped out on.

Hell to the no. Instead, you’d locked your front door, hyperventilated for a good fifteen minutes on your living room floor and then much to your embarrassment… you’d called All Might.

For the first time ever.

You had passed the call off as some dumb suggestion that he come over for pizza and a movie, like you were best friends and not potential-fuck-buddies. You hadn’t even had the strength to hide the tremble in your voice, nor the will to throw in any bravado. It had been a brutally honest call- one that you had never wanted to make.

It was like letting him see the real you. Removing that final barrier between you that might hold you back from feeling anything real. That conversation had changed something, you thought. Something deep.

“H-Hey! I know I never call like this but... I-I… Could you come over?”

Your voice had been small and shaky, with you on the verge of tears- even though you would rather die than let them fall over someone so vile.

There had been a pause on the other end, mid-way through whatever sarcastic thing he’d been about to berate you with.

“Please?”

You had added that without even thinking about it, voice catching and the grip of Cash’s hand still burning on your thigh. You had thought, in that silence, that he was going to brush you off. Either that or demand to know what was wrong. Thankfully, he did neither.

“Ten minutes.”

The longest ten minutes of your life. He had found you pacing a hole in the floor of your living room and petting the ever-loving bejesus out of Marco- stressed to the max. You’d locked eyes with him and he hadn’t even had to ask if you were glad to see him. Your face said it all.

He hadn’t asked what had happened and you hadn’t told him… but he’d stayed anyway. A real villain, that one.

“Sounds about right to me,” you scoffed, tone disgusted at the thought of that… that man. “Ives, I don’t scare easily, you know that... but I know full well what he wanted and it wasn’t a back rub. What does this have to do with why All Might turned up injured?”

You felt unsettled at having him brought up out of the blue. You’d been quite happy to forget all about him and the way that his gaze had made your skin crawl.

“Everything. The word should be getting out any minute now, about our dear departed Tim Burton knockoff.”

You paused, startled and unsure if you’d heard her right.

“Departed?”

“Oh, he’s very, very dead darling,” Ivy said lightly, as if she was just telling you the weather for the day.

The relief that washed over you was momentous and almost made your knees give way, causing you to grip the table for support. He was dead. You were free of the lurking shadow of fear that plagued your days and nights. The one that robbed you of decent sleep because you were jumping at every little noise in your apartment.

“Is it bad that I just wanna say ‘Oh thank God’?” you replied, breath knocked from you. Ivy laughed. She sounded just as pleased as you felt.

“You won’t be the only one, I’m sure. He must have put up a halfway decent fight, if it took you that long to stitch up a little old cut,” she said, pointedly as though waiting for you to work things out. She was probably disappointed that she didn’t get to see your reaction when you did.

Oh. Holy shit.

“All Might killed him!?” you squeaked, then lowered your voice drastically in case he heard you. “Are you fucking with me right now, Ivy? Because that’s not cool.”

You didn’t really know how to feel about it, if it was true. You were more than relieved that the looming shadow of Cash was gone forever but regretful that somehow, All Might had found out what you’d tried to keep from him and had gotten himself hurt in the process of doing something about it.

“It’s true,” she said, confirming it. “You and I both know I hate giving that overrated blowhard any credit… but something had to be done about him. Cash had it coming, either way. There are plenty of girls at the Golden Cat who’ll be glad to see him gone.”

You swallowed hard. Your silence was more you being concerned over All Might’s well being than over the fact that he had killed a man tonight. He’d killed plenty of people in the time you’d known him.

That wasn’t about to destroy the image of him that you had.

It was more the deep seated worry that always gripped you when he was involved in something dangerous. Usually, you could worry yourself sick over the news broadcast and at least then, if anything happened, you would know.

But tonight, he’d gone out there and gone one on one with a man who could rip people apart from the inside out- and you hadn’t even known. What if he’d never come back? What if he’d died because of you and word would get back to you, weeks down the line that you would never see him again?

Something horrid lodged in your stomach.

“Won’t he get heat from other villains?” you asked to distract yourself, rubbing the top of Marco’s head as he trotted past- blissfully unaware of your minor breakdown. “Isn’t there some… I dunno… Code of conduct or something? Honour among thieves?”

Ivy snorted, obviously amused at your blatant lack of knowledge. You would think that someone as deep into the criminal underworld as you were would at least know a little about how things operated. But no.

You chose to remain blissfully ignorant.

“Hmm, well here’s the thing. The King makes the rules and All Might, well… as much as I’m loathe to admit it, he wears the crown babes. Who the Hell is going to argue with him?” she asked and you bit your lip, the fear of retaliation lessening.

It was no secret that he was both feared and respected- enough to keep even the toughest of the tough under his thumb. There wasn’t a Hero or Villain in the world who could realistically take him on, one on one, and win.

That thought relaxed you and the horrid sensation lessened. It didn’t leave entirely, but it receded enough that you could breathe again.

“Anyway, to cut a long story short… Cash wasn’t exactly secretive about what he liked to do to girls. He was always running his mouth and tonight, he came in absolutely singing about some pretty little Doctor that he’d fallen head over heels for…” Ivy said sourly, obviously not enjoying this part of the story.

You enjoyed it even less. It didn’t take a genius to work out just who that Doctor was. Your hope that he’d just been trying to scare you when he threatened to see you again had been futile, apparently and you were suddenly so glad that you’d asked All Might to stay that night.

“ You’re pretty well known yourself around here, sweets. Did you know that?”

You hadn’t known, no, but you kept quiet.

“It didn’t take long for a few of the regulars to work out just who Cash was talking about. Word got around like wildfire and eventually got to old Shigaraki himself. From what I’ve heard through the grapevine tonight, it took five and a half minutes from Shigaraki calling his boss, until All Might was storming the Golden Cat.”

Damn, there had been you, badmouthing Shigaraki not ten minutes ago in your head. If it hadn’t been for him telling All Might, who knows what would be happening to you right now?

You made a mental note to be extra nice to him the next time you saw him.

The thought that Cash had been interested in you made you shudder, sickened at the thought of him even thinking about you like that. Your body felt grimy and you resisted the urge to run to the bathroom and scrub yourself clean.

All Might was officially your fucking hero and he could pry that word from your cold, dead hands.

Sure, he would be horrified at the implication but that didn’t make it any less true. Maybe that’s why he’d brushed off your questioning earlier, being difficult when you wanted to know how he’d been injured.

You caught yourself grinning stupidly, attempting to hide it by biting your lip. You realised that there was no point. Ivy couldn’t see you anyway.

“So, I think the message is officially loud and clear. No-one fucks with the good Doctor,” she laughed, all angelic and sweet and you beamed down the phone, laughing along with her. You felt a heady sort of rush as the realisation that you were safe again sunk in. That the villains you had helped and minded and treated like people over the years had heard that you were in danger and had come to the rescue in their own way.

The realisation that… that he cared. Deep down, past his angry and irritable nature, he really cared.

“Ivy, I-”

Without warning, two large, muscular arms wrapped around your waist from behind and you might have jumped had All Might not buried his face into your neck and rumbled a low, lazy growl, like a bear waking up from hibernation. He nuzzled you with a deliberate slowness, lips pressing warm against your throat.

“You still talking to the sewer rat?” he murmured, sounding annoyed because he knew you wouldn’t hang up on her just because he said so- and so he would have to wait as patiently as he could until you were done.

On the other hand, it was an opportunity to rile Ivy up as much as possible.

“It’s Vagabond, you overgrown man child,” she hissed down the line, all previous goodwill towards him gone from her voice.

All Might ignored her, choosing instead to tug you back until you were plastered against his chest and he could lay his kisses along your shoulder- even though he still had to stoop down to reach. How did he even get so tall? Your breath caught in your throat, longing and gratitude fighting for the number one spot.

He wasn’t going to stay patient for much longer and neither were you.

“Listen, I gotta go, Ives. Love you, babes,” you said quickly and she cackled manically, well aware of where you were rushing off to in such a hurry. This was only proving her right. She would be insufferable for weeks now.

“Love you too, sweets! Try not to break anything. Like the building.”

You hung up to the sound of her laughter and turned in All Might’s arms, surprising him when you pulled him down for a kiss. You were long past the point of worrying about morals and right and wrong. There couldn’t be anything wrong in wanting him like you did. In knowing that he protected you and cared about you in his own way- no matter if he never said it out loud.

He broke away, smirking.

“Someone’s eager,” he ground out, hands sweeping up along your sides. His thumb brushed the underside of your breast and you pulled in a shaky, uneven breath. “I bet you’ll be fucking soaking…”

Well, he wasn’t wrong. Those intense eyes trailed over your face, lingering on your lips until he locked his gaze with yours.

“Thank you,” you blurted out, without meaning to.

One of his eyebrows quirked, amused.

“You’re thanking me for making you wet? That’s a new one on me sweetheart but sure. I’ll take the credit where it’s due,” he laughed cockily, one hand on the back of your head as he dove forward again and kissed you roughly. This one was all teeth and tongue and your knees shook, suddenly feeling thankful that he was holding you up.

You moaned softly, powerless but confident under his touch.

There was no pushing him back, no sliding your tongue into his mouth because the man was a force of nature and practically every inch of him was pure muscle. So you were content to let him take what he wanted from you, for now. Later you would find a way to turn the tables- to make him the quivering pathetic mess.

Right now, all you wanted was to find out all of the ways he kissed.

The angry ones, the lust filled ones, the sweet ones. The good morning kisses and the I’m happy to see you kisses and all the fucking kisses in between. You were off to a great start. You sighed, tangling your fingers in his hair and stroking your thumb in a circle on his scalp.

He melted under your touch and deep down you revelled in the fact that he was just as affected by you as you were by him.

“I um,” you stuttered, swallowing hard when you reluctantly pulled away from him. He looked as though he wanted to follow your mouth but for a change he let you speak. “I didn’t mean thank you for- for that.”

“For what?” he asked knowing full well what you meant, his tongue darting out over his bottom lip.

“For…” Your face heated quickly, without you even realising it.

Without warning, a hand was shoved between your already shaky legs and he pressed upwards, cupping your pussy and dragging a half halting, surprised moan out of your throat. He almost took you off your feet and your fingers wrapped over his biceps to steady yourself.

“For. What?” All Might asked again, applying pressure in all the places you needed pressure applied. Oh you were well and truly fucked and he hadn’t even gotten you naked yet.

“Cause if you’re blushing now, kitten, then I can’t wait to see what you’ll be like when we really get going,” he continued, nuzzling along your cheek and rubbing his palm over your aching pussy. “M’not a mind reader. You have to tell me what you want. Where you want me. How hard you want me to pound into you. I wanna hear you sobbing my name like it’s the last fucking thing you’ll ever say tonight. Think you can do that for me? Hmm?”

You were gripping his arms for dear life, trying to focus on the steady heaving of your lungs. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Yeah, yeah, I can do it,” you promised, almost without hearing the words come out of your mouth. “I promise.”

“Good girl,” he purred encouragingly and you just about lost your shit for a few seconds, along with any sense you might have had left as the praising words repeated on a loop in your head. “Now, I’ll ask again. What weren’t you thanking me for?”

He was grinning wickedly against your cheek, eyes boring into yours.

“For making me wet,” you responded finally, when your tongue no longer felt like it weighed a hundred pounds and you remembered how to speak actual words and not just garbled syllables.

He groaned- actually groaned like you were the one touching him, instead of the other way around and it sent a shivering wave of heat spreading out at the base of your spine. Your clit throbbed mercilessly under the heat of his palm.

“Christ kitten,” he said, voice hoarse. He didn’t pull his hand away like you thought he would though. You were still sensitive from your little dry humping session earlier and the pressure he was applying was agonising torture for so many reasons.

You both knew he would pull away though if you even tried to set the pace. He’d made it perfectly clear that he was in charge.

“Now, what were you thanking me for? You’ve got me all curious.”

You felt dizzy and the words didn’t exactly come easily. The heat radiating off of his bare chest was intoxicating and so was the sight of all those well defined, rippling muscles so easily within reach. You indulged yourself, seeing as you hadn’t been able to earlier. You lightly trailed the pads of your fingers over his pectoral muscle and down at a steady pace, over the hardness of his abs and then to the tempting, glorious V shape that led under-

Your smile came unbidden to you and he noticed, knowing immediately what you were grinning like an idiot about. He was wearing the pajama pants you’d gotten him.

They were simple, nondescript pants like any guy would wear but… you’d gotten them in his favourite colour and he’d actually put them on.

You’d expected him to either stay in his towel or well, just get the clothes out of the way entirely.

“Yeah, yeah,” he snorted, releasing you when he realised that he’d gotten your attention in an entirely different way. The loss of sensation between your legs was more than worth it to see him standing there, a little awkwardly, with his arms crossed. “Don’t be a jackass about it, for fuck sake. I just didn’t want to have my dick out when I was eating dinner.”

“Like that would bother you,” you beamed and he grunted something petulant that you didn’t hear.

“You gonna tell me what you’re thanking me for, or what?” he said after a moment, ignoring the obvious erection that was tenting the front of said pants. You found it very, very hard to ignore but dragged your eyes up to his face after a moment anyway. His self assured smirk was expected.

He knew how attractive he was and what it was doing to you. Damn him.

“Cash,” you managed to say after a moment and it clearly didn’t answer his question. He looked at you like you were an idiot.

“You… want cash? Here was me thinking you weren’t a whore,” he cackled, pleased at his own cleverness. You were less amused, punching him lightly in the arm. The shaking of his shoulders didn’t stop but at least he was no longer laughing out loud.

You were trying to spill your heart to the big jerk and he couldn’t stop mocking you for more than five seconds.

“Come on! Stop being a dick,” you scowled, arousal now tainted with annoyance. He rolled his eyes and scrubbed a hand over his slicked back hair, his laughter dying after a moment.

“Alright, alright! Explain yourself, woman,” he swept his hands out, metaphorically giving you the floor.

“Hinata Cash,” you elaborated, expecting the penny to drop. But when he continued to look lost, it slowly dawned on you that he’d never even bothered to learn the guys name. All he’d known was that he was going to do something to hurt you and… that had been enough for him to go on. Your heart thrummed in your chest. “Um, Scissorhands?”

Much like they had earlier, his eyes darkened, flashing a sudden warning that it wasn’t something he wanted to discuss. Unlike earlier though, you ignored it. Answers to your question were just out of reach.

“Why are you bringing up that motherfucker?” he asked gruffly, then swept past you almost dismissively before you could answer. He disappeared into your kitchen, his back to you. Not the reaction you had been expecting. The heated air had vanished- as had the playfulness he’d exuded moments before. “Way to kill a mood, doll.”

You suddenly regretted opening your mouth. He hadn’t told you- and if he hadn’t told you, there had been a reason for it.

“Shit,” you hissed softly to yourself, listening to him stomping around the kitchen behind you.

You turned and followed him, pathetically useless against the part of you that longed to be near him. Besides, there was no taking it back now and you were burning up with curiosity.

Why had he killed Cash? Why had he even bothered himself at all?

Most of all, you wanted- no needed to know.

Had he done it for you?

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(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

#all might x reader #all smite x reader #all smite #all might #bnha #BNHAFF #smut

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astrablossom · 4 years

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"I Can't Sleep" Lucifer x Mammon Fluff Fic

Posted: June 19, 2020

I wrote this because I needed some fluff in my life. Mammon is a toddler so it's canon divergent. This is just a brotherly moment since the game barely feeds me any crumbs. Enjoy!

It was late into the night, a bit past 1AM and Lucifer sighed as he scribbled his signature onto another document. He places it amongst the other piles of paper he had been floundering in for the past day and silently cursed Diavolo for shoving these on him at the last minute. Looking up at the clock nearby his bed he let's out another exasperated sigh and rubbed his bridge of his nose with his gloved hands.

Might as well call it a night, he thinks to himself as he arose from he seat. After fixing up his table he proceeded to remove his gloves and disappeared into the bathroom on his left. When he was done he stepped out with only a towel covering his lower parts, water dripping from the strands of his hair and porcelain skin. Lucifer takes a seat on his satin bed and opened the nearby chester drawer for lotion. As he was lathering his skin up for the night his attention draws to the bedroom door creaking open. A small head with fluffy white hair peeks in and Lucifer raised a brow.

"Mammon." He tone held a warning. "Why are you out of bed? You have class in the morning." Said brother takes a step in. He was wearing the orange nightgown Asmodeus had given him for his birthday and in his left hand he held a small plushie Lucifer could only assume Mammon stole from Leviathan. Lucifer takes in his brother's disheveled appearance: tufts of white hair sticking up in different directions from sleep but the elder noticed the small frown on his baby brother's face. Along with the small dark ring underneath his eyes. He turns his attention back to his body waiting for Mammon to explain himself.

"...I had another nightmare." He finally said in a soft tone. Lucifer figured as much and closed the lotion bottle cap before returning it to the drawer. He stands up and Mammon takes this moment to run and hop on the bed. He looks up at his brother with big blue eyes.

"Can I sleep here? Pleaseeeeee?" He watches Lucifer pull out a pair of underwear and a cotton top from a nearby dresser and pouts a bit when he sees him rolling his eyes in the mirror. "Are you telling me the Great Mammon is afraid of a little nightly illusion?"

He silently enjoys the gasps his brother let's out and turns to sees Mammon face scrunched up. He pats his tiny hands against his chest to look intimidating. "The Great Mammon ain't afraid of nothing!" He stutters a bit and looks away, a small blush rising to his brown cheeks "I-I just simply figured you would want my assistance! My presence is timely and effective!"

He manages to get a chuckle out of Lucifer and he crawls over to pick up a nearby white towel. When his brother sat back down on the edge of the bed he clamored up and placed the towel on his head, drying the silky black hair. For once it was comfortably quiet, something rare with Mammon and Lucifer silently thinks to himself that the nightmare must've been scary enough for his brother to come running to him.

He found it oddly adorable.

Once his hair was dry enough he placed the towel in a nearby bin and Mammon watched him lift up the bedsheets. "If you're to stay for the night close the doors and turn off the light." Mammon nods and does as he is told. After closing the door he stands on his tippy toes to flick the light switch off, the Devildom nightlight cascading into the room. Shuffles of bedsheets and tiny feet padding around were the only signs of noise. As Lucifer settles down on his side he feels a body move closer to him and Mammon's hair tickling his chin. Silence befalls them and Lucifer waits until he hears Mammon's breathe even out.

It wouldn't be long until a small whimper escapes from the younger one and Lucifer tentatively pulls him closer to his chest, rubbing his back in soothing rotation until the whimpers disappear. He would have to do something about this later.

Lucifer looks under the sheet to see Mammon's sleeping face. He couldn't help but feel the warm fuzzy feeling that arose in his chest as he watched his brother hug the plush tightly.

He closes his eyes. He too needed rest.

Dedicated to the following tagged folks:

@devildomqueen @obeysme @yukiobeyme @fellulahh @lordexplosionsextra @miiyaatsumu @yakusimp-sama @0beyme @thalfox @thehouseoflamentation @kittygonyan @dadchis-girl

#shall we date obey me #shall we date? obey me #obey me fandom #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #lucifer avatar of pride #avatar of pride #avatar of greed mammon #mammon avatar of greed #avatar of greed #shall we date lucifer #obey me fluff #lucifer x mammon

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mothwithteeth · 4 years

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Talking Body

Soft fuckboy Dabi has taken over my life thanks

@league-of-thots @bnhaimaginesandocs @kittygonyan

pairing: Dabi x reader

Warnings: marijuana use, sex while high but it’s informed and consensual, body worshippy softness, shameless self indulgence

word count: 4k

It’s an invite to Netflx and chill and you know it, but why the fuck would you turn down the opportunity? “C’mon babygirl, keep me company tonight,” the text reads from “Human Torch ;).” You aren’t doing anything interesting tonight, might as well go hang out with Dabi. He always smokes you up and - not that you’d tell him - he’s the best dick you’ve gotten in a long fuckin’ time. No need to give him the wrong impression. This is just a fun thing, and you plan to keep it that way. Neither of you have time for the mushy stuff, but like hell you want to always wake up alone. So you text him a quick “Fine. Be there by 10. I get to pick the movie” before you toss your phone to your bed and go shower.

By the time you’re out of the shower, you’re shaved, exfoliated, and well-moisturized. You smell like coconut from head to toe and you’re already scrunching mousse into your hair. He can’t know how hard you’re trying, so you pull on the sweatpants you stole from your ex-boyfriend six partners ago - the ones that have his school logo and sports team on them, and a tank top that’s clearly at minimum one size too small under an oversized hoodie you stole from your ex-boyfriend nine partners ago, completely open - mind you. No bra; your nipple piercings are prominent under your top. You zip up fully and slide on your flip flops before grabbing your toothbrush and keys. You know what you’re about; you’re taking half his bed tonight. That’s what he gets for treating you like a late night booty call (which this absolutely is, but whatever).

You park outside his building and lock up your car before rushing over. The neighbors don’t need to see that you’re here for the sixth time this week; least of all your little stalker, Toga. She’s sweet enough but you don’t need her to call you out for being thirsty. You might be hooked. Whether that’s to the drugs or his dick, that’s the question. Doesn’t matter. Both feel really fucking good, and that’s all your after at this point. The fire escape is the easiest way in without having to see anyone, especially that creep Shigaraki. The way he looks at you is too much most of the time. Either way, you’ve got the technique downpat. A good jump gets you to the ladder, from there all you need is a little leverage from the walls and your upper body strength. A hop, skip, and a prayer later you’re at Dabi’s window, tapping with your fingertips; nails clicking against the glass. He appears in front of you in just a low slung pair of grey sweatpants and pretends to consider not letting you in before opening the window just enough so you can get your fingertips under it to pry it up. Jackass. Why do you keep coming here?

Inside, you take off your hoodie entirely; already a little warm from parkouring your way up here. “Damn, sweet cheeks, you usually make me work to get ya naked. Change of heart?”

“You fuckin’ wish, Matches,” you bite back. You flop dramatically onto his couch. “I’m feeling generous so you get a choice: As Above So Below, or Autopsy of Jane Doe.”

“Jane Doe. More tits.”

“She’s dead, you fucking creep,” you make a face as you put the movie on.

“Technically, no, she isn’t. And even if she is she’s fuckin’ quiet at least.”

“Don’t try to play me you’d be lost without my dulcet voice.”

“Whatever you say, princess,” he brushes you off dismissively. Your hackles rise. You know he’s trying to get a reaction out of you, but you’re struck with an idea. You relax your shoulders and let out the neediest, sexiest whine of his name, smirk on your face. You can’t help but laugh at the deep shudder that overtakes him at the sound of you. “Oh, you think you’re cute, huh? Fucking brat.” You just bat your lashes at him in that “who, me?” kind of way. He pushes your face away playfully. That face does shit to him. Makes his chest clench and his dick throb. Fucking hell you have him absolutely whipped without even fucking trying.

To escape the allure of your coconut skin, Dabi gets up to grab his bowl. He’s gotta get his shit together. He packs it quickly and takes a long hit before holding it out to you. “Ever heard of ladies first?” you tease as you take it from him,.

His laugh comes out as plumes of smoke. Wow that’s hot. “What happened to equality, dollface?” He blows the rest out in a puff as you take your hit. You roll your eyes, not dignifying him with a response before you let out your breath. “Don’t give me that look. Lemme make it up to ya, alright?” You watch him skeptically while he takes another hit. Your eyes widen as he cups your jaw, leaning in close to kiss you. Your lips part for him and he fills your lungs with clouds. The entire world tilts on its axis as he quite literally steals your breath. “Hold it,” he purrs in your ear, making you inhale sharply. You hold that breath for another moment before letting it out. “That’s a good girl.” You so badly want to roll your eyes but he’s got you and he knows it. Knows it well enough to shotgun you again. Y’all are getting fucked up fucked up. You can live with that.

Ten minutes later you’re feeling pretty fucking good, the beginnings of loose limbs and easy thoughts starting up on you. You’ve long forgotten about the movie, too distracted by each point of contact you share with Dabi. It’s like you can feel each one individually, and each one sparks like a fallen mainline. Fuck, you needed this. No strings attached, zero pressure, mindblowing sex. And he has yet to disappoint.

Dabi doesn’t make a move, despite everything about him saying to. He just has to be patient. He knows that sooner or later- Bingo. You’re starting to squirm against him. He straightens out to put his feet flat on the floor and make his lap available. Right on cue, you’re swinging yourself over him to straddle his lap, hands curling in his hair as you settle yourself against him. “Eager, aren’t you, princess?”

“Shut the fuck up and touch me,” you growl against his smirk.

“Like this?” His fingers creep under your ass, pulling your hips flush against his. His smirk only gets cockier when you hiss from the sudden change in pressure on your throbbing cunt.

“Keep teasing and I’ll go see what Tomura’s doing. He wouldn’t make me work for it.”

“Fuckin’ virgin can’t do you half as good as me and you know it.” Dabi punctuates his sentence with a thrust of his hips, putting more direct pressure on your clit. You whimper at his touch; exactly the response he was looking for. Fuck, he knows you too well. He just feels so fucking good against you.

You’re lost in the sensation of his lips against yours. It’s like he’s the only thing that exists in the whole world right now. You’re really fucking high, wow. That’s okay, though. This is exactly what you wanted: to get out of your head and out of your clothes. Fuck it. You go in for more kisses, but are stopped by one of Dabi’s hands cupping your tit. His thumb flicks at the barbell through the fabric, hands all but scalding hot. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby girl,” he groans, leaning in to bite at your neck. All you can do is whimper and tilt your head for him. He takes advantage of the greater access to really mark you up. The two of you aren’t exclusive, but he isn’t going to stop him from leaving his mark on you. You’re not about to stop him, that ache of suction and the pinch of teeth is too fucking good to pass up.

Red hot hands travel over your body, peeling your shirt up over your head to get to your soft tits underneath. The shiny metal barbells in your nipples never fail to make him fucking throb. You’re so fucking sexy with those pretty little piercings. He takes one into his mouth, toying with it with the tip of his tongue. The wet heat scrambles your thoughts and you can only moan his name. “I’ve barely touched you, princess. Are you that turned on from me just touching your tits? So fucking sensitive, aren’t you?” Dabi teases, and it makes you fucking writhe. He’s got you gushing, and he’s right, he’s barely even touched you. You whine at his teasing. Maybe if you sound pretty for him he won’t tease. Fat fucking chance of that. Every whimper he gets from you makes him harder.

You tug at Dabi’s hair to pull him up to kiss you again. He’s resistant, but you win in the end, lips pressed to his as you practically suck on his tongue. His hand keeps teasing at your nipple, though, gently tugging at the barbell to make you squirm. “You like that? Or do you need more, princess?” His teeth nip at your jawline while his hand trails down your front, right to the drawstring of your sweats, tugging dangerously on the only thing keeping your oversized pants on your actual hips. You whine, but you know you won’t get what you want without answering him. “I- More, please,” you whimper breathlessly. How are you this fucked out already? Everything just feels so fucking good. This is why you keep coming back; to be pulled apart and put back together over and over; and Dabi always fucking delivers.

The drawstring on your sweats is tugged loose without another word; Dabi sucking a dark hickey just under your ear. You can’t stop your grin from dropping open just a little. Everything about this is wonderful. You can’t help your breathy laugh when his fingertips brush the sensitive skin of your hip and you can feel the responding smirk against your carotid. You don’t stop laughing until those fingertips spread your lips just a little so he can get at the wetness within; making you choke on the moan bubbling up from your gut. You’re always so sensitive like this. So perfect for him. “That’s my good girl. Let me hear you,” he coaxes, fingers teasing their way into your dripping cunt and drawing another whine from you.

Every move Dabi makes is deliberate in trying to get the reaction he wants from you, and what he wants right now is all of you. He wants you to come completely undone under him, and there's only so much that can be done on his rickety ass couch. “Hold on tight, pretty girl,” he murmurs in your ear as his hands grip your ass. You look like you’re about to question him when he starts to stand up, startling you into wrapping your arms around his neck to cling to him. You can't help but laugh again; face buried in the crook of his neck to hide your flush.

Soon enough you’re more or less dropped on Dabi’s equally rickety bed. He takes the two seconds to drop his pants (no underwear - the creep), and crawls on top of you. His bed feels really nice right this moment, and you stretch luxuriously - eyes closed. Not only are you stretching like a cat, but you probably don’t even realize the soft little pleasure noises you’re letting out. He can’t even pretend he’s not staring - mouth open and blushing like some goddamn virgin. He just didn’t expect you to look quite like that under him just yet. Didn’t have a chance to get distracted in his own desire for release. Without that haze over his senses, the sight of you is too much. His cock throbs, aching to sink into you.

Succumbing to his baser instincts, Dabi tears your pants down your legs, chuckling when you squeal, eyes opening to meet his. He leans over you, caging you in with his arms as you look up at him, starry-eyed and hazy. Fuck, you’re so fucking stunning. He descends to attack your throat, your head tipping back and back arching, giving him access to all of you. He supports himself on one arm and draws your nipple to his mouth again; somehow even hotter than it was before. Before you can do more than whine, though, he’s moved down your stomach, trailing open mouthed kisses and hickeys down the expanse of your skin. He has to fight the urge to nuzzle his face in the softness of your skin, but the thought of making you cry out his name wins out enough to keep him going until his head is between your thighs.

Dabi’s hot breath against your slit is enough to make you squirm, thighs trying to close reflexively. As much as he would like to lay there and enjoy your soft thighs pressing on either side of his head, he has other priorities. His arms come up under your thighs to prop them up over his shoulders. With you situated, he can spread you open to dive right in, but he wants you begging for him. “You look so good, princess, all spread out for me.” he breathes, making sure you can practically feel every word.

“Dabi,” you whine, “why so mean tonight?”

“Sorry, is this what you wanted?” he asks, firmly swiping his tongue from your entrance to your clit. Your squeak of surprise is more than enough to make him do it again, even more slowly. The surprised noise drones into a long, wanton moan. Your fingers tangle in his hair gently. You’re not trying to guide him or even hold him in place, you just need something to hang onto, and you want it to be him.

Dabi laps at you like a man starved, taking in the taste of you - the way your body responds to him. He wants to commit it to memory, even though he knows this is just another booty call to you. But he’s good, and he knows what you like, and he knows that’s why you keep showing up. He finds that pretty satisfying, but he finds your hitching breaths and high pitched moans even more satisfying. “You’re getting spoiled, princess. Expecting me to do all the work,” he teases, his voice vibrating into you. Like this is some major chore. He could do this all fucking day, until you were a whimpering mess. “How ‘bout you show me what that pretty little mouth can do.” He pulls away from you, barely getting up to his knees before you’re tackling him to kiss every part of him you can reach.

“Spoiled, hm?” you purr in his ear. “I’ll show you fuckin’ spoiled, baby,” you punctuate your sentence by nipping at his ear. He shivers at your breath in his ear. Like he doesn’t know what you can do. A firmer nip at his neck has him hissing softly. God, he loves your mouth.

You keep kissing down his body; generous with tongue and teeth. You aren’t even going to tease him; you’d rather skip to sucking the absolute soul out of him. Before he can get his bearings, you’ve taken the head of Dabi’s cock into your mouth. He grunts, hips twitching upwards. He wasn’t expecting your impatience, and can’t even think around how hot and wet your mouth is as you start to bob up and down his shaft. You press the tongue to the underside of his cock and suck, drawing back from him slowly to focus on the head. Jesus, you are really pulling out every trick you know. You still haven’t even given him a chance to catch his breath. He’s not about to let you see that, though. Aside from tensing off his fingers in your hair, you wouldn’t notice what you're doing to him. At least until you look up at him, glazed eyes and smudged eyeliner just absolutely blissed out and turned on. The noise he makes is choked and undignified, but it's worth it for the smirky expression and moan you reply with. If you don’t stop soon, he’s going to blow his load. You really are good with your mouth.

Dabi cups your face and guides you off his dick before you can make him cum. He keeps his hand on your face even as he guides you to kiss him again, leading you to crawl up his body, stopping when you’re straddling his hips, hands around his shoulders. Your body settles naturally against his, propped up against the headboard, right on level for you to grab for stability. Which you do, if only to lift off well enough to see Dabi laying under you. Shit, he’s so gorgeous. You mouth along the scars of his neck, trailing to his chest, sucking a hickey into the first bit of skin you can. He doesn’t have much feeling in the scar tissue, but you swear it makes the rest of him even more sensitive. He looks just as hazy and content as you do. It’s a good look on him; eyes half lidded, but still with that cocky glint to them. Fuck, you’ve got it bad.

You can only stand so much grinding before you can’t bear it anymore. You just want to be filled, and there’s nothing stopping you from getting what you want. Dabi hisses through his teeth when you guide him into your throbbing entrance. You can’t keep from moaning - soft and easy - as you slide down on him. Your contented sigh of his name nearly spells his undoing as his hands find their place on your waist. His fingertips dig into pliant flesh, but it doesn’t slow you down from your easy pace.

Dabi trails his hand up to your chest, tugging again at the silver barbell there. Your back arches, offering yourself up to him, but the soft touches make you giggle. He’s shockingly gentle with you when he’s like this. Worshipful, almost. You both are; like this is something more intimate than either of you will admit to. Doesn’t matter. All that matters right now is the heat of his breath against your chest, and the stretch of his cock. It feels otherworldly in the dim lighting of his room. Fucking stoner has a blue lamp like some 70’s fuckboy, but it makes the room feel more surreal - time more suspended.

The only sounds that escape you are heavy breathing and soft moans, but Dabi finds it in him to talk you through it. “You’re so fucking pretty like this, kitten. Moaning so sweet for me. Look at you, taking my cock so fucking good.” The more he praises you, the needier you get - like you want to show him how good for him you can be.

“Dabi, please,” you whimper his name so soft, making his heart stop in his chest and his stomach twist.

“That’s right, princess, say my name,” he encourages you, mouth pressed to your ear so you can feel him growl. The sound sends a shudder through you, clamping down on his cock.

“D-Dabi,” you whimper again, unable to keep yourself from stuttering. He groans low in his throat as his thumb seeks out your clit. When he touches it, you squeak out your surprise. The sensation is electric and almost too much on your already overstimulated body. “Dabi, so c-close,” you stammer again, writhing against him. Not a moment too soon, because the face that you make when you say that has him painfully close himself, but he’s a fucking gentleman, and he’s going to make sure you cum first. Okay, he’s no fucking gentleman but he does want you to keep coming back for more. He redoubles his efforts on your clit. “Cum for me, princess. Show me how good you are for me,” he purrs, and that gives you that final push over the edge. Your fingernails dig into his shoulder as you try to hold onto him. You’re coming apart at the seams, muscles twitching in overdrive as your nerves fire off all at once in a fireworks display behind your eyelids. Your eyes cross and Dabi has just enough time to laugh - his cock shifting into a better position - before another clench of your pussy makes him cum too. Your body takes everything he has to give, even as he uses his leverage to grind his cock into you even deeper as his release pulses out of him.

You finish first, collapsing in a twitching heap on Dabi’s chest as he grinds his hips into yours. You let out a noise halfway between a laugh and a moan as you slip yourself off his cock with the last of your strength. “What’s so funny?” Dabi asks, still breathless.

“I’m boneless now,” you laugh harder as you go limp for emphasis. Your laughter forces his cum out of you, and you can feel it trickle along your slit and thighs, back down onto him. If only you could bring yourself to care. Not you bed, even though you’re almost guaranteed to be sleeping in it. Dabi rolls his eyes at you, but can’t keep himself from laughing. You look so proud of yourself for your terrible joke. It’s cute. Why do you have to be so cute? He gently nudges you from his lap so he can get up. You flop over dramatically, stretching luxuriously again in his sheets. You better quit that unless you’re looking for another round. You’re too fucking thot like that. “Where you going?” you ask, barely openeing your eyes to look at him.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he doesn’t even look over his shoulder as he playfully brushes you off. He comes back an indeterminate amount of time later with a paper towel and his vape.

“I’m not even worthy of a towel? You treat your cum sock with more respect than this!” You complain, but the lazy way you’re eyeing him and the smirk on your face give you away. If that didn’t, the sigh when he wipes you down definitely does. He gets to watch another slow roll of your body as you enjoy the sensation of a warm, slightly damp paper towel cleaning you up.

“My cum sock is loyal, princess.”

“Oh, fuck you. Don’t preach loyalty to me, fuckboy.” you stick your tongue out at him as you prop yourself up on your elbow. He’s going to lose it. Instead, he just lays down next to you and inhales deeply from the vape, holding it for a long time before letting it back out. You take it without a word to take your own hit before handing it back.

The two of you just lay there, feeling really really good just being in bed together. You’re touching each other, but it’s aimless and lazy. An unknown amount of time later, Dabi finally starts talking, against his better judgement. “I can’t believe you’d question my loyalty, princess.”

“I wasn’t born yesterday, sugar. You do lay it on pretty thick, though. I’ll give you that.”

“You think I’d let just any bitch smoke all my weed and steal the covers? I’m not that generous and you know it.” He scoffs, put off by your dismissal of him for some reason.

“Alright alright. I guess you are pretty soft,” you’d poke at him to prove your point, but he’s rock solid everywhere.

“Oh, I’m soft, huh?” he challenges, rolling on top of you as his cock starts getting hard again. You squeal, letting yourself move with him. You know what he means. Talking body is a hell of a lot more effective than words anyway.

#bnha dabi #my writing #dabi bnha #bnha smut #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #high sex #not sfw #tw marijuana #SOFT FUCKBOY DABI THOUGH #im a soft bitch #this was originally for sero but i cant make him a fuckboy my heart won't let me

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underworldwitxh · 4 years

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bean would like to request for nsfw prompt 22 with bakugou please hehe

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki/Reader

Prompt: 22. “I've never been this hard/wet in my life, what are you doing to me?”

Rating: E

Warnings: swearing(Bakugou)

Song: Savage - Megan Thee Stallion

Word count: 1,484 words

Tag list: @lady-bakuhoe, @mothwithteeth, @kittygonyan, @redbeanteax, @bakugouscentedcaramel, @fujimoribaby, @1a-imagines

The night started out normally. You and your boyfriend Katsuki were having a quiet night in. Neither of you had any pressing things you had to do the next day so you both were able to just relax. You had turned on a music channel and were dancing around the living room while Bakugou sat there watching you. When one of your favorite songs came on you started doing one of the dances that you’d seen popular on tik tok. Bakugou watching you move like that had him adjusting himself in his pants. It got worse the more you did it. And when you dropped down he just sat there groaning palming himself.

When you looked over at him, he motioned you over to him. He grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap. “Princess, look at what you did. Making me hard. I’ve never been this hard in my life, look at what you’re doing to me.” he growls against your throat as he grinds himself up against you. You moan and rotate your hips against his. Grinding your center against the bulge that was prominent. Both of you just sit on the couch grinding against each other. That is until Bakugou gets frustrated because while it feels amazing he wants more. He throws you onto the couch ripping your shirt and panties off so he can attack your chest.

“Oh ho what's this? Is my Princess soaking for me?” He taunts you with his hand going between your thighs where he strokes your lower lips but doesn't touch you where you want him the most. “Please Katsu-” he slaps your cunt causing you to moan and arch your back, “that's not my name. Now slut say my name!” he growls deeply from where his mouth is clamped over your nipple. You moan and just arch your back again. “Please Sir. please. Stop teasing. I need you” he closes his eyes hearing you.

He grins against your tit before he shoves two of his fingers into you with no warning. You arch your back again moaning, feeling his fingers scissoring inside you. Finding that spongy spot inside you he curled his fingers feeling your channel flutter around his fingers made him groan. “Hmmm Princess are you getting excited? Do you need your Sir’s cock, churning your insides?” Bakugou taunts as he angles his fingers to go deeper inside you. All you can do is nod and mewl at the feelings he’s bringing out in you. He growls and his other hand, grabs your chin and makes you look at him. “Answer me slut!” he demands. “YeS! PLeAse fuck me. Please Sir fuck me” you beg your back arching. Bakuogu smirks and his hand stays on your chin but slides down to your throat.

His other hand goes down to his jeans ripping the belt off and opening them. He doesn't try to take them off instead he just lowers them down enough for his dick to pop out, it hits his stomach from being released from his pants. He grabs himself in hand and lines up with your dripping center. He slowly feeds himself into you. Both of you moaning. You arch your back feeling him inside you. Once he bottoms out inside, he moves his hips. Snapping into yours his pelvic bone rubbing against your clit. It makes you moan and cry out. Bakugou still has one hand around your throat. He squeezes gently, cutting off your air way as he fucks into you. Your moan is guttural because of the pressure he’s applied. Your hands reach up and wrap around his shoulders. Your nails dig into the flesh there, leaving thin scratches. He groans feeling your nails dig into his skin. He looks down at you and smirks. He lets go of your throat so you can breath.

You gasp, your lungs demanding you take deep breaths. You look up at bakugou and mewl to him. You put your hand on his cheek to pull him down and kiss him as he pounds you. Your breathy moans and groans edging him on. He puts both hands down by your head as he fucks into you hard. His tee shirt was hanging low so the soft material rubbed against your stomach. The added stimulation just added to your pleasure. Your channel clenched around bakugou’s dick causing the hot head to groan feeling you flutter around him “Really Princess? Getting off just because my shirt touches you? Huh? Do I need to show you just who you belong to?” he grunts into your ear. You moan feeling him rear up grabbing your hips as he slams himself into you.

Your climax gets closer and closer with every pump of his hips. Your thighs start twitching and your stomach cleches as you get close. Bakugou feeling this growls “Dont you fucking cum yet Princess. Don't you fucking do it. If you cum right now, you're going to be cumming all night.” his hips pick up speed. You cry out as you try to keep your body from going over the edge. It gets very close a couple of times but each time when you start whining bakugou stops moving all together. He just rests there, his cock just pulsing inside your channel. Waiting for you to calm down and whine at him to move. He just smirks seeing you coming completely undone before him. He grabs one of your legs and puts it over his shoulder. He begins fucking you harder than ever the head of his cock kissing your cervix every time he enters you causing you to moan at the pain/pleasure of his rough treatment. He grunts as he gets closer to his end “fucking better cum all over my cock Princess. Fuck your so tight. God i love you.” he presses closer to you. Your leg still over his shoulder as he groans that out into your ear. You groan as your leg bends up into your chest. You try rolling your hips but with the way bakugou holds you, you can't.

Just when you think you can't take anymore, Bakugou proves you can. Just as your about to cum for what feels like the third time since the two of you started fucking you waited for him to stop again. When he didn't but instead he sped up. You just screamed as you were finally allowed to cum. Feeling you cumming on his dick made the ashen blonde growl out a moan of his own. His hips stutterd against yours as you felt him flood your channel with his cum. He kept moving even after he’s already cum. His movements pushing some of his cum out of you. He gently put your leg down and pulled out to see his handy work. Seeing that some of his cum had escaped he gave you a crooked smirk as he gathered the cum that fell out and shoved it back in.

His fingers rubbing right against that spot in you that made you see stars. Your body tired from the force of your orgasam just shuddered. Bakugou kept it up until you were crying from over stimulation. And he ignores you. He kept going until he had you coming apart for a second time. This time your entire body shuddered. Bakugou gently rubbed your body as you came down from your second orgasam. He stood up and smirked at what he could do to you. He went to the bathroom and started a bath for you. He used the “nasty smelling shit” you loved and lit a few of the candles you insisted on having in there. He came back out to check on you and you were still laying on the couch, your blissed out gaze following him around the room. He went over to you and gathered you up in his arms. He gently lowered you into the bath water making sure your head was resting on the towel he had rolled up and put on the edge of the tub.

Bakugou made sure to gently wash your body and help you sit up so he can wash your hair. After the bath and draining the tub. He grabbed one of the fluffy towels and wrapped you in it after getting you out of the tub. He carried you back to the bedroom where he dried your hair and put you in one of his t-shirts. He changed out of the clothes he had been wearing and pulled you into his arms cuddling you as you both came down from the activities in the living room.

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hachiimi · 7 years

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You really are too precious!!! I wish you luck in everything you do!! And I'll gladly take hugs! (ﾉ≧∀≦)ﾉ

Hey thank you! You too. :D

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thetrashywritingwitch · 4 years

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kittygonyan replied to your post “Need and Want” Bakugou x Reader x Kirishima Poly AU, Pt. 5”

Oh my goodness!!! I am feeling so many emotions at the moment. You write characters so spot on! And then the way you portray the emotions both reader and characters feel will honestly always amaze me! �� thank you so much for blessing is with this story!! I can't wait for the next part and they way this will all wrap together

thank you thank you!! i’m glad folks liked this so much. i’m only expanding on what @weebonfilm and i wrote over chat last year (as you can see i do this with like...all my fics ;lakjsl;fj if you have fic ideas you wanna discuss don’t hesitate) THERE’S GONNA BE EMOTIONS! DROPPED! ALL OVER THE PLACE!

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cindyaquiart · 9 years

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Here ya go, Wind waker Banana Link Ready to be Cuddled Kittygonyan HappY BIRTHDAY kittygonyan YOU PIZZA NUGGET YOU

Larger version is on my DA!

by Cindyaqui _ Aquigirl1

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tomurasprincess · 4 years

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Hi, I love your writing!!! I honestly think you are one of the best. Would I be able to request from the Yandere prompts for Hawk. Prompt 38 and word 03 please. It is really hard to find a good somnophilia fanfic 🥰🥰

Pairing: Hawks x Reader Quote: I’d never hurt you. Not unless you forced me to. Word: Somnophilia Warnings: noncon, somnophilia, drugging, oral sex, forced orgasm, yandere Note: Thank you so much! Hope you enjoy this 💞

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Hawks lands quietly on the balcony of your apartment building, opening the doors and slipping into your bedroom. You’re sprawled out on your bed, sheet thrown off your almost naked body. You’re clad in only a T-shirt and panties, and his cock instantly hardens at the sight.

He crawls into bed with you gently, gazing down at your form with pure adoration as he tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs as he trails open mouthed kisses down your neck. “So soft and vulnerable.”

His hand lifts your shirt up so that he can cup your breast. Your nipples quickly harden as he tweaks them in between two fingers before he replaces the fingers with his mouth.

He suckles at your nipples as he humps into the bed, cock already aching in his pants. He slides down further so that he’s eye level with your clothed cunt, licking a wet stripe up your panties before pulling them aside.

He slips a single finger in as he presses against your inner walls, mouth coming up to kitten lick at your clit. You make a sleepy noise that causes him to freeze, until you simply shift a bit in your sleep.

He breathes a sigh of relief before attaching his lips around your clit, suckling the swollen bead as his tongue traces patterns. He unzips his pants, pulling his painfully hard cock out and stroking it as he continues to feast on your pretty little pussy.

You let out a soft whine as he slips a second finger into your wetness, curling them up to hit a sensitive spot inside of you that has you instantly clamping down on his fingers, pussy wildly fluttering around them.

“Fuck this, I can’t wait,” he groans as he shifts himself to press his cock at your opening. He knows there’s a chance you’ll wake up, but he can’t stand another minute of not being inside you.

So he begins to slowly push inside of your tight heat, inch by agonizingly slow inch until he bottoms out, heavy balls pressing against the curve of your ass.

Your velvety walls gripping his cock like they don’t want him to ever pull out has his restraint breaking, and he begins to pound into you. Your eyes instantly fly open, hardly able to understand what’s going on in your half asleep state.

But when you finally shake the grogginess away, you realize exactly what’s happening. The supposed pro-hero Hawks is pumping away inside of you. You open your mouth to scream for help, only for Hawks to slam his hand over it, sticking three fingers in your mouth and choking off your scream before it starts.

“I’d never hurt you. Not unless you forced me too,” he darkly warns you, “so be a good girl for me.” A tear slides down your face that he licks away as he gently soothes you. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m going to make you feel good.”

He changes his angle as he begins to hit that sensitive spot inside of you that has you throwing your head back and clenching down around him. “Fuck, you got so tight,” he hisses out, “feels so good.”

The wet noises of your bodies joining and skin slapping skin fill the room, making you burn with embarrassment as your lower stomach tightens. You don’t want to cum around this hero who snuck in to violate you, but it seems you have no choice in the matter. Especially when he reaches in between your bodies to rub tight circles across your clit.

The stimulation is enough to push you over the edge, cumming hard around Hawks. You taste blood as you accidentally clamp down around the fingers still in your mouth, but he merely groans at the pain as his cock twitches inside of you. He simply smiles as your eyes widen and you attempt to tell him no, removing his fingers to grip your hips tightly as he empties himself inside of you.

You let out a choked sob as he fills your pussy up with hot ropes of cum and collapses on top of you. “It’s okay, I promise,” he murmurs at you as he grips the back of your head and gives you a soft kiss. When he pulls away, however, he shoves something in your mouth, pinching your nose closed until you’re forced to swallow it.

“What - what the hell was that,” you’re barely able to say before your eyes start to close. “Shh, go back to sleep,” Hawks murmurs at you. Your mind is so foggy all of a sudden, and you feel obeying his command instantly.

“Just something so you won’t remember any of this tomorrow morning,” Hawks tells you, but it’s too late for you to hear it. Just as he suspected, you’re already sound asleep. He heads back to the window, glancing back at your sleeping form for one long second before he smirks.

“I’ll be seeing you again tomorrow night, beautiful.”

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tomurasprincess · 4 years

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quote #41 with dabi and prompt # 15 -hi it be raph and i’m dancing like a crazy rn,,, can’t wait to see what you come up with mari 💜

Pairing: Dabi x Reader Quote: Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that? Word; Aphrodisiac Warnings: Noncon, aphrodisiac, drugging, fisting, anal sex, double penetration, overstimulation, multiple forced orgasms, bondage, yandere Note: OMG Raph, I am so sorry that this took forever to write but I knew I wanted to make it really good. Hopefully I succeeded...because this is certainly some fierce thirsty energy right here 🥵 And yes, there is some massive sequel bait at the end.

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You stop your frenzied run through the back alleys of your patrol route in order to double over in pain, grabbing at your stomach as more cramps overtake you.

You don’t know what happened, only that you somehow got dosed with a powerful aphrodisiac that’s ravaging through your bloodstream. Your pupils are blown wide open, sweat is pouring down your body, and you can feel your pussy almost soaking through your hero suit pants. You know you have to get away, and quick, before anyone discovers your predicament.

And that was when the villain, Dabi, showed up. Whether he planned it or not, you’re unsure. But you do know that he intends to take advantage of it. He’s been following you for a while now, but has made no move to capture you. Atl least not yet. In fact, he seems like he’s having fun chasing the drugged up hero through the streets, and you worry about what that means for your chances of escape.

You know you have to keep moving, find someone who can help you. But as your lower stomach tightens in the most powerful cramp you’ve had yet, you can’t hold back the pained whine that echoes all the way through the tight confines of the alley.

That’s when you hear the laughter of Dabi, who has chosen this moment to catch up with you.

You turn around, fear turning your blood into pure ice as you meet his eyes. He’s smirking at you as he casually leans against a wall, acting for all the world like he hasn’t been chasing you for hours.

You try to shove yourself up from the wall to begin running again, only for Dabi to slam a hand on the wall right beside your head. Your head is spinning so much that you didn’t even see him move towards you.

“Don’t you dare fucking try it. You know you can’t outrun me.” He glances down at the obvious wet spot on your crotch. “Although at this point, you probably don’t even want to, do you?”

He dips his finger into the slick and brings it up to his mouth, staring at you as he licks his finger clean. “You taste so good, sweetheart.”

“Please - just let me go,” you whisper quietly, too afraid to worry about your pride, and your mind too hazy to think of any other way out of this. “I won’t tell anyone about where you are, just please let me go.”

His palm lights up with blue fire as he raises it towards you, and you close your eyes and brace for the burning. But instead, you feel heat pressed against your body and hear the ripping sound of your hero suit being torn down the middle. Your eyes fly open to see that he singed your costume just enough to make it easy to peel you out of it, and he laughs at your shocked gaze.

“You didn’t actually think I was going to let you go, did you? I have you right where I want you.” He shoves you face first against the wall as he plunges two fingers inside of you, grazing a spot against your inner walls that has you instantly cumming around his fingers. Shame makes your face heat up, a tear running down the side of your face that you’re getting off from being violated in a dirty back alley by a villain.

“Such a fucking slut, already cumming from just this.” He adds in a third as your pussy still convulses with your orgasm, your inner walls seeming to suck them even deeper inside of you. “You’re so damned wet that it’s easy to slip right in.”

Your fingers dig hard against the brick wall in an attempt to ground yourself, trying to let the pain distract from the fire burning through you. But it does nothing, and you cum again when he forces a fourth inside of you. The stretch of it burns to the point of pain, but even that feels amazing.

“Too much,” you whine, “it’s too much.”

“Nah, I think you can take more,” he snickers as his thumb ghosts across your entrance. He ignores your whimpers as he pushes his thumb past the tight outer ring of muscles. Your world narrows down to only the feeling of him working his hand inside of you, pain and pleasure all mixing into one and leaving you lightheaded and panting.

You feel so stretched out, so impossibly full, and his hand isn’t even all the way inside of you. This shouldn’t feel good, you think to yourself, you should be horrified. But as his hand slowly disappears inside of you, inch by agonizingly slow inch, you can’t stop yourself from feeling the intense pleasure. You orgasm two more times before his hand is grazing your cervix.

He removes his hand suddenly, and you hear the sounds of clicking. It takes you a second to place the noise, but when you do, you feel yourself go hot with complete and total shame.

“What is it, doll? Don’t like me taking pictures?” He snickers darkly as he pushes his hand back inside of your dripping, aching cunt. “The sight of that gaping little cunt was too much for me to resist.”

Your gasps and whines as he fits his hand back in are embarrassingly loud as they echo through the alley, and you can feel your juices gushing out and dipping to the pavement below. When he straightens his fingers out as he strokes the inner walls of your pussy, your vision goes white as you squirt everywhere, only managing to remain standing by clinging to the wall.

“Fuck yes, doll, god that was so fucking hot,” he praises you as he unzips his pants. “You better be glad you’re so damned wet, because I intend to fuck this little ass of yours too.”

He gathers your slick on his other hand, using it to pump his painfully hard cock as he guides it to the entrance of your asshole. “No no no, please, you can’t, it’s too much,” you beg and plead in sheer panic, but he ignores you completely as he begins to push inside of you.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” you babble as you feel his cock stretching out the walls of your ass. You orgasm again as his fist and cock press against each other through the thin barrier of muscles separating them. “So - so full,” you whine as you reach between your legs to continue to stroke your aching clit. Despite how many orgasms you’ve already had, the drug is still raging through your system and you still can’t get enough.

“That drug really is strong, isn’t it? Hahh, fuck, look at how much of a fucking whore you are.” Dabi snorts as he smacks your ass, causing you to clench down and drawing a deep groan from the both of you. “Fist in your pussy, thick cock filling up your ass, and you’re still rubbing that little clit of yours like a bitch in heat.”

His hand thrusts inside of you in time with his cock, and you’re only staying upright because of the wall you’re leaning up against. “Please stop,” you sob to the man ravaging your body, “too much, it’s so - oh fuck!” Your next orgasm rips through you, and it’s almost painful in its sheer intensity.

Dabi increases his pace, balls slamming against your ass with every thrust as his fist continues to work your insides, and he hisses out a curse when he feels you tighten around him again. “Not going to last, holy fuck, this ass feels too fucking good,” he grabs your hip with one hand as he slams balls deep inside of your aching ass, releasing thick ropes of cum.

He fucks you through his orgasm before finally pulling out with a choked gasp when the sensitivity becomes too much, and you glance down to see the mess dripping out of you and coating the pavement. You don’t think you even have the energy to cry, at least until you feel a handcuff going around your wrist and snapping closed against a nearby pipe connected to the wall.

Dabi’s face breaks out into a smirk at your confused face. “Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?”

“No, please don’t leave me like this!” You pull hard at the handcuff, but there’s no give to the metal and it’s cinched too tightly around your wrist to be able to slip out. “Oh fuck, no,” you sob out as you allow your head to fall back against the wall as that terrible, horrible lust is boiling back up, forcing you to rub your thighs together to try and relieve it.

When you open your eyes, Dabi is gone, and you don’t know whether to feel relieved by that or panicked. But then you hear the footsteps approaching where you’re chained, and you feel a hesitant sort of hopefulness that someone is here to rescue you.

That hesitancy goes away completely when you see who it is, and you just know that everything is going to be okay now.

“Are you here to save me?” You whisper quietly as you look up at the winged hero, Hawks with pleading, tear stained eyes. He’s going to save you, you just know it. He’s a hero, right? Of course he would help an innocent civilian after they’ve been violated in a dirty back alley by a villain.

But your heart sinks into your chest, despair filling every fiber of your being as you see Hawks reaching for his pants as the distinct sound of a belt unbuckling echoes through the alleyway.

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#dabi x reader #dabi smut #yandere dabi #bnha x reader #bnha smut #mha x reader #yandere mha #mha smut #yandere bnha #yandere prompts #tw: noncon #tw: aphrodisiac #tw: drugging #hisoknen #sequel bait

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tomurasprincess · 4 years

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Pairing: Shouto x Reader Quote: You better stop struggling in my lap like that, Angel. You’ll start something you don’t want me to finish~ Warnings: noncon, cockwarming, kidnapping, biting, bit of blood, manipulation, yandere Note: Two for one on the same request! Also, thank you @burnedbyshoto for going over this idea with me. And for the nickname!

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“Please let me go,” you whimper to the man who is holding you captive. Your arms are tied behind your back, sitting on his lap as he runs his hands all over your naked body. You’re bleeding from multiple cuts and bruised from how hard you fought him. You knew you couldn’t win, but you had to try.

After all, your kidnapper is Shouto Todoroki. And you’re just a petty criminal.

“Why would I do that,” he murmurs into your ear. “After all, I have you exactly where I want you.” He runs his fingers down your side, gently at first. “You’re so beautiful, I can’t help but want to touch you.”

“I just want to go home, please just let me go home”

“There will be no going home, so you might as well stop,” Shouto says with the first hint of irritation in his voice. “Your home is with me now.”

light touches across your body turn into fingers digging into the skin, leaving marks that are sure to be bruises. He laughs at your pained cries.

“Didn’t I tell you to stop? I’d say I don’t want to hurt you, but really,” he pauses to breathe the next words directly into your ear, ”that would be a lie.” He gives a dark chuckle at your choked sob. “I just want you to give me a reason, angel dust.”

“Angel dust?” You muster up the bravery to ask.

“Because you’re like a drug to me,” he reaches to cup your breast, working the nipple in between his fingers. “I knew I had to have you the second I saw you.”

“How long?“

“That’s not what you should be worrying about right now, is it? What should worry you is the fact that you’re mine now.”

You begin to shake in fear at the implications, wondering just how long this supposed hero has been watching you in secret. And even worse, wondering how long he intends to keep you. However, your shaking only manages to grind yourself down against the bulge you can feel beneath you, and he lets out a grunt of pleasure.

“You better stop struggling in my lap like that, Angel. You’ll start something you don’t want me to finish~”

You go instantly still, afraid of what he’ll do to you if you continue to move. And you don’t want to find out either, so you attempt to change the subject.

His fingers trace down between your legs, rubbing along your folds. He lets out a snort when they come away slick. “Or maybe you do want me to finish this. At least this dripping cunt does.”

You can no longer just sit still and take this, your panic finally overwhelming your sense of self preservation. You launch yourself up so suddenly that you take Shouto by surprise, lifting yourself all the way off his lap before he grabs your hips and slams you back down with a growl.

“You really do want to be punished, don’t you?” He licks a wet stripe along the column of your neck. “Unless you’re doing it to please me? Because I know my little angel here wouldn’t disobey me. Or she’d have to face the consequences.”

You tremble at his words, unable to speak out of fear of saying the wrong thing. But apparently this is the wrong thing to do, because he sinks his teeth roughly into your neck, biting hard enough that a trickle of blood runs down your front. “Answer me when I ask you a question.”

“Yes, I want to please you,” you let out a choked sob. You don’t know the lengths to which he will hurt you if you don’t go along with him, so you have no choice but to obey.

“Now there’s a good girl,” he whispers as he lifts your hips up. You’re not sure what he intends to do until you feel something hot prodding at your entrance. More tears run down your face when he begins to lower you down onto his length, feeling like he’s going to split you in two.

“Fuck,” he hisses out in between clenched teeth, “this cunt is so fucking tight. And it’s all mine now.” He begins to thrust up into your tight heat, forcing your walls to stretch even further around his thickness. Finally, after the burn of his cock sliding against your inner walls, he’s balls deep inside of you.

You expect him to instantly begin pounding into you, but instead he simply stops. You can’t stop yourself from looking over at him in confusion.

“Oh, do you want me to move? To fuck you properly?” You shake your head no before you can even think about it, but he simply grins back in response.

“Then my little angel dust, you’re not going anywhere until you admit it.”

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tomurasprincess · 4 years

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Villain Deku with 12. I’m so happy you finally wanted to take a picture with me! They can go right next to all of the ones of you sleeping.

Pairing: Villain Deku x Reader Quote: I’m so happy you finally wanted to take a picture with me! They can go right next to all of the ones of you sleeping. Word: Stalking Warnings: Noncon, drugging, stalking, manipulation, yandere

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You smile at the green haired man in front of you as he orders his usual, a plain black cup of coffee. You’ve been a barista here for several months now, and the man has become one of your regular customers. Although somewhat shy and awkward, he is friendly and pleasant to talk to, and you have come to really look forward to his visits.

He gives you a small smile back as he reaches for a sugar packet, but otherwise makes no comment to you. You mentally frown at this, as he’s usually so overflowing with conversation that you can barely keep up.

“Hey, are you doing okay,” you venture to ask the question that’s making you worry for him a bit.

He perks up at the comment, eyes lighting up at your concern. “I’m okay, really! Just some problems with work.”

“Oh really? What work do you do?” Even though he’s a regular, coming in at the same time every day for weeks, you don’t really know a lot about him. You’re excited to finally have an opportunity to learn a bit more.

His gaze darkens just a bit, his smile fading slightly, so subtle that you’re not even sure you saw it. But then he’s back to normal and you realize that you must have imagined it. You’ve been a bit on edge lately, constantly feeling as if someone has been watching you. You’ve considered going to the police, but ultimately decided that they wouldn’t take you seriously.

“Oh, I run my own business. Things have been crazy lately, but I think I finally got them settled down. Now I have time to focus on my more personal projects.” He chuckles at that as he glances at you.

“I’m glad to hear that!” You smile at him before turning back to your work, beginning the long process of ending your shift. The man had shown up much later than usual, and it was almost closing time. At his questioning look, you explain yourself. “Oh, I have to get ready to close up the store. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t mean to walk back to your place in the dark, do you?” His face twists into a look of worry. “There are a lot of villains in the streets lately.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I walk home at this hour all the time. I’ll be fine,” you wave him off.

“No, I insist. I need to walk you home.” You’re surprised at the change in his tone. He suddenly sounds completely in control, no hint of the awkward man who sometimes stumbles over his sentences and mumbles to himself.

“I - I guess if it’s that important to you.” You suddenly didn’t feel comfortable at the idea of walking alone in the dark with him. Something was rubbing you the wrong way, and you weren’t sure what. But you had no reason to decline, and the man in front of you didn’t look threatening at all. So you accept the invitation. It might be nice to have company on your walk home, anyway. Maybe you’ll feel less like someone is following your every move.

“Good! I’d hate for you to get snatched up by some villain,” his bright smile turns slightly sharp. Dangerous looking. It’s enough to make you reconsider, but the man seems to notice your hesitation as he begins to rush you through your closing procedures of the store. He grabs your arm, not enough to harm you or bruise you, but hard enough that you couldn’t begin to get away.

As he almost drags you out of the store, you decide to make conversation to try and calm your nerves. “I’m sorry, I’ve been really rude. What’s your name?”

“You can call me Deku,” he chirps happily. The name strikes you as odd, somehow familiar. You can’t quite place it, no matter how hard you try.

You open your mouth to tell him your own name, but he cuts you off mid sentence. “You don’t have to tell me your name, I already know it.”

You freeze in place, mind running through so many scenarios of how he could know your name. “Don’t be nervous! It’s on your name tag.”

You relax just a bit, as you try to avoid thinking about how you lost your name tag several months ago and were never able to find it. Something is wrong about this man, and you know you made a mistake following him. You just want to get safely into your apartment, away from him, until you can figure out what to do.

But then it hits you. Your apartment. You never gave him directions to your apartment, and yet he’s following the exact path you take to get there, turn for turn. You’re unable to hide your panic now, mouth opening to scream for help. But you never have the chance.

A scarred hand clamps down on your mouth as he drags you into a nearby alleyway. He gives a long suffering sigh at you as you struggle to break free. You feel something cold press into your throat as he grins down at you, and you realize it’s a knife. “You just couldn’t behave a little longer, could you? It’s okay though! I have no problem doing this here.”

“Please stop, I don’t have anything you want,” you whimper in fear. The knife gently glides down your neck, pressure firm enough that you can feel it but not enough to cut. He pauses as he traces your collarbones with the weapon, and hums as if he just thought of something. “You know, I’ve always wanted a picture of you since the first day I met you.”

Your haste to get out of this situation overpowers how strange the request is, and you find yourself babbling your agreement. “Yes, you can have a picture of me, I don’t mind! Just please, let me go home.”

He laughs at that as a hand dips down into your pants. “Oh, that’s not all that I want.” He wastes no time sliding a finger in between your folds as he grazes your clit. He works tight circles against the bud, moaning into your ear as he begins to kiss and suck at the pulse point on your neck.

“I’ve wanted you for so long.” he murmurs in your ear. “But I’ve been so busy running my organization that I just didn’t have the time. Had to content myself with watching you from afar. Until now.”

It suddenly hits you like a bolt of lightning, where you heard his name. Izuku Midoriya, the fallen hero. He graduated from UA at the top of his class, was even expected to take All Might’s place as the Symbol of Peace. But he vanished without a trace. There had been rumors that he was sighted in areas of heavy villain activity, but they were dismissed as just that. Rumors. There was no way anyone chosen by All Might could go villain, after all.

And yet the proof stands pressed against you, fingers rubbing your throbbing clit as he bites and sucks at the skin of your neck. You can feel yourself getting aroused, lubricating his talented fingers with your juices. He gathers it on his fingers as he presses two of them inside of you, rubbing the bundle of nerves with the palm of his hand.

“No, oh god, please stop,” you plead with him. “Deku, just let me go, I promise I won’t - ahh - tell anyone I saw you.” You let out an involuntary groan as he thrusts his fingers inside of you, grazing your g spot with every thrust and making you see stars. You hate that you’re getting so aroused by him finger fucking you.

“Oh, did you finally figure out who I am?” He chuckles as he presses the point of his knife into your skin, barely grazing you but still causing your blood to drip down your collarbones. He eagerly laps at the blood as his fingers pick up the pace. You feel the coil inside of you tightening and realize you’re about to cum. “Deku, shit, oh god please.”

“Shh, just cum for me doll. Cum all over my fingers.” He coaxes you into an intense orgasm, causing you to let out a squeal as your walls clamp down hard around his fingers. You’re still riding the high of your climax when a slightly wet rag is placed over your mouth. Your eyes widen as you try not to breath in, but it’s too late. You inhale one sharp breath and your system is instantly being flooded with the clothform.

The effects are quick, too quick, as you feel yourself dragged down into unconsciousness. Your head feels like it’s in a fishbowl as you hear the click of a camera and Deku’s delighted laughter. “I’m so happy you finally wanted to take a picture with me! They can go right next to all of the ones of you sleeping!”

But before you completely pass out, you have the chance to think one last thing.

You really should have trusted your instincts.

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