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deleteddewewted · 2 years

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Could you do Male readerx Mount Lady x Miruko Sweat and sour. R is tired of Yu publicly denying that she is in a relationship because of her "brand". When she is confronted, Yu asked how people would react that she is sleeping with a quirkless nobody. R gets upset and leaves to his friend Rumi's house. She comfort him and suggests they make a sex tape as payback. Maybe end it with a, "He's mine now, bitch." (Could the smut be from the perspective of Yu watching the tape?) Thanks.

Sweet and Sour: Revenge Tape

Mirko x M! Reader x Mount Lady

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W: Breeding Kink, Sub! Mirko, Angst, NSFW, Dom! Reader, Male! Reader, Impact Play, Overstimulation, Daddy Kink, Revenge, Sex Tape

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Takeyama didn’t know what to think of you after you ignored her texts for the past two days. She knew she messed up and she knew she embarrassed you but you always came back to her. You always answered when she called, always responded to her texts when she’d send one. But, after a disastrous night out where you tried to pull her into a kiss after eating out at a restaurant she’d been dying to try, you hadn’t responded to any of the messages she had sent.

“For the love of fuck, Y/n. Answer me!” She grew frustrated with you. It wasn’t normal for her to be ignored. What could be so important that you felt the need to ignore her?

More days went by and eventually, she gave up on calling you. You ignored all attempts to be contacted and didn’t bother to interact with any of the mutual friends you both had.

“Yu, have you ever thought of going to your ex’s house?” Nishiya rolled his eyes at his roommate and sighed when he watched her deflate.

“Yu, do you even like Y/n romantically?” Takeyama’s eyes widened, offense clear on her face.

“Yes! Of course, I do! Why would you ever assume I didn’t?” Takeyama yelled. She felt her eye twitch as Nishiya judged her with his gaze.

“Are you serious right now?” He sighed. The stress of having to deal with her complicated emotions was too much for him.

“Yes! I love Y/n. He’s my boyfriend!” She whined.

“If he’s your boyfriend then why don’t you let him kiss you in public?”

“Because-” She tried to clarify herself but Nishiya cut her off.

“Why don’t you let him hold you or hug you, then? Why isn’t he able to call you or acknowledge you as his girlfriend while you’re both out, huh?” He raised his brow at her all while looking smug.

He knew every single detail and event of your relationships. It was embarrassing how much he knew about you and Takeyama. He knew how much you devoted yourself to her and how little she gave back. He watched how Takeyama spent hours on the phone talking to you about something that caught her interest and how attentive she became any time you spoke. He had to watch how you both cuddled on the couch during a movie night and how loud you fucked in Takeyama’s bedroom afterward. It disgusted him to hear how casually Takeyama dismissed you for quirkless nobody when I’m public and during interviews.

“Oh, him? Yeah, no, he’s just some mega fan who I like to take pity on. Poor guy is quirkless so he likes being around heroes.” The mocking and annoying laugh she would let out was just as vile as her words. He could see that she loved you, that she truly wanted something with you besides getting a quick lay. He saw it but so did her manager.

Everyone around her told her that she had to pretend not to know you. Being seen with a quirkless was mildly disapproved of but dating willingly was the biggest insult to modern society. The hero world expected her to do her duty and to bring children into this world who would best her capabilities. But if they found out that a quirkless had managed to breed and fuck her full of their cum, the hero world would implode in a mix of joy and disgust. You were no one and nothing in their world and because of that, you were not allowed to be recognized as her partner.

“You know why. Do you think I’m happy with this? I want to be able to go out with my boyfriend on cute dates and be able to kiss him without feeling shame.”

“So you are shamed of him?” Takeyama covered her face as she thought to herself.

She wasn’t ashamed of you, not at all….at least that was what she told herself to cope with the circumstances. She was raised in a society that valued quirks and the type of quirk you possessed. She was practically destined to be a hero the moment her quirk manifested and spent her time being praised for doing the bare minimum. When she got with you, she was looking for an adventure, something new and foreign to her. She loved the simplicity of your life yet how difficult it was for you. The way you navigated life without a quirk made her completely enamored with you which sold her in the idea of committing herself fully to you. You were the “it” she had been looking for and once she got you in her bedroom after a night of clubbing, she knew that no one other than you would be able to satisfy her.

Takeyama still remembered what her first time with you was like. You were gentle with her even as you noticed all of the scars and cuts that littered her body. You kissed her softly, your hands wandered over her body as your mouth made its way towards her breasts. You sucked on her nipples and played with them as she gasped. You relished her broken moans and made it your duty to take care of her in every way. Your fingers slowly plunged inside her and thrust at an even pace. She remembered arching her back and squirting all over your hand and face. She had never had someone touch her so softly and treat her like a princess. So when you finally had your sex inside her, when you finally had her pussy lips spread and wrapped around you, she couldn’t help but scream for you. You felt right, so, so right inside her. You made her realize that ambition of fame and adoration from nameless fans meant nothing if you weren’t by her side.

“I’m used to being around people who are like me. We don’t live in a place or time where having a quirkless partner is acceptable by most.” She wanted you with everything she had

“I love him. I want all of him and I want to spend the rest of my life with him.” Nishiya watched as the blond cried to herself. He would offer comfort but he also knew that by doing so he would be enabling her behavior and minimizing the seriousness of the situation. You both needed to talk and that was up to her to do.

Days went by and there was still nothing from you. She reached out, she even visited your apartment but you didn’t answer her. She spent most of her time going from work and then heading back home to cry over your absence. She couldn’t drink no matter how much she wanted to drown her feelings in alcohol and it sucked because the more she looked at the pictures she had hanging on her walls of the two of you, the more of an asshole she felt.

Takeyama was daydreaming of the date you were supposed to be on but was quickly snapped out of it once a package was shoved in front of her by Nishiya.

“What’s this?” She grabbed the small package and turned it around to see it was addressed to her.

“I have no idea but it’s for you.” Nishiya sighed before leaving the shared apartment.

Tired and battered after a long patrol, Takeyama took off her hero costume before heading to the bathroom to bathe, the package still in her hand. She made sure that the water was scolding hot before making herself comfortable in the bath. She relaxed and basked in the warm water and closed her eyes. She thought of what you would do if you were there to see her. Would you join her or would you sit beside the tub and massage shampoo into her hair? She opened her eyes and reached out for that package that she had placed on top of the toilet cover. She ripped the thing open, not caring that water splashed out onto the tiled floor.

“What?” It was a display hologram that contained a video. Confused, she opened the hologram and pressed play.

The scene on the holographic screen was of you cuddling with Mirko. You had your head leaned against her own and your legs were tangled together. It looked normal apart from your hand that had wandered into Mirko’s underwear. She was in a sheer white top with panties and your hand was clearly playing with her clit. Mirko gasped as you quickened your pace and leaned into you in search of a kiss. You reciprocated and kissed her passionately. Takeyama watched as you slipped your fingers inside Mirko’s cunt with tears in her eyes.

Mirko screamed your name, her body responds to your every touch.

“Y/n, please. Make me yours. Please!” The dark-skinned woman moaned. You didn’t answer her but you instead shoved your tongue into her mouth before getting on top of her. Your back faces the camera but by the way, you brought your hand up to your mouth, Takeyama assumed you cleaned up your fingers with your mouth.

You pulled yourself out of your pants and moved Mirkos panties to the side before slapping her sex. The white-haired woman let out a yelp before lifting her legs up and flushed against her before reaching down and spreading her pussy lips for you.

“Fuck me, Y/n. Breed me, baby.” You grabbed her by the throat and shoved your dick inside of her slicked cunt.

You snapped your hips hard, the sound of your balls hitting her ass resonated throughout the entire room and was difficult to ignore. You growled as Mirko moaned like a bitch in heat and begged for your babies. Takeyama watched as you slapped the rabbit hero’s tits and cunt before sucking on her nipples with vigor. Slick drooled out of here while cum coated your cock as you continue your relentless pound into her now puffy pussy.

“Yeah? You want this dick to breed you, slut? You want daddy to fuck this cunt full?” You slapped her across the face and let out a growl when she only managed to choke out half of your name.

“Answer, slut.” You spat.

“Y-yes! Plea-se!!!!” Mirko arched as you continued to pound into her.

You changed your positioning so that your thrust would go deeper and began to unexpectedly snap your hips to get her to yell. Mirko grabbed onto you, her legs now pressed flush against her by your hands, as she obeyed all of your orders. You told her not to cum until you thoroughly bred her pussy full and she happily obliged because she wanted to feel your warm seed inside her. She thought about having your babies before, cute little hybrids that were a mix of you and her that she would show off to the world. Cute babies that you could both build a nest with and raise together. Children who she could show off to Takeyama since the blond never publicly acknowledged you.

Mirko begged for permission. You told her to hold it because you were close. She nodded and clenched so that her walls hugged your length and she quickly felt the urge to squirt. The knot that formed in her stomach began to loosen but with a quick spank to her leg, she tensed up and caused you to cum. You snapped your hips before completely burying yourself inside her wet and puffy cunt. You rubbed her clit and slapped it which got her over the edge too. She squirted all over your pelvis and came on your cock before collapsing and shaking under you. You laid on top of her and turned the both of you over so that she laid on top. This position allowed Takeyama to see that you had bred Mirko, your cum oozed out of the muscular woman’s sex. Mirko’s legs twitched and her tail wagged as you gently rubbed her ass and spread her. You groaned out loud before chuckling. Mirko turned her head around and weakly spoke to the camera with a dick-drunk grin.

“He’s mine now, stupid bitch.” You spanked Mirko’s ass and told her to cut it out before bringing her down for a kiss which she happily reciprocated.

Takeyama dropped the hologram onto the tiled floor and made herself comfortable inside her tub. She was crying in pure humiliation and horror at what she watched but she also hated the burning feeling she felt below her waist. She had played with herself while she watched you fuck another woman and impregnate her. She continued to clean herself before solemnly making her way to her bedroom. She would spend the rest of the night crying over you and how much of an amazing father you will be to Mirko’s children.

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curiousquirks · 1 year

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Mt. Lady nfsw alphabet? 👉👈

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

Absolutely adores being spoiled during and after. Yu honestly expects her partner to take care of her, praise her, get her whatever she needs. When it comes to her partner, she’ll be pretty selfish and not reciprocate any aftercare. She’ll think that saying “I enjoyed that” and anything she’d said during would (should) be good enough. If they explained that they needed things from her too, she'd act genuinely surprised that they’d need it but would be open to doing it for them if it was important enough.

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

On herself: She genuinely loves how her body looks. Her tits and ass look good and she knows it. She’ll be sure to flaunt it, with flattering clothing and lingerie that she knows her partner would eat up.

On her partner: Lips. She loves kisses and running her fingers across them. Watching her juices dripping off of them after riding their face is a bonus too.

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

If she’s with a partner that has a breeding kink, she’ll feed into it immediately. The warm feeling of being filled up with their cum has her eyes rolling back. She begs for it.

If she’s with a partner that has a dripping cunt, especially if they’re a squirter, she will happily coat her fingers and smear it all over her body with pride. She’d want her partner to do the same. The noises of fingers pumping out every drop makes her cunt ache.

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

Yu has answered her phone (from her manager, agency, colleagues, friends) while having sex multiple times. She likes the thrill and excitement especially when she doesn’t pre-warn her partner. It usually ends with her all giggly as she tries to stay quiet or keep her partner quiet.

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

Yu had quite a few partners in her life, not feeling shameful in having short lived and intense flings. She’s not one to keep partners for long, being skeptical of long term relationships. Yu is very in tune with her body and what she likes, and has a pretty good grasp on what men and other women would like during sex.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Cowgirl, Splitting Bamboo, and Facesitting

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

She’ll laugh, sometimes degradingly, at her partner. She’ll giggle sometimes like when on the phone during but she’ll usually stay in the moment. Just don’t laugh at her. Never laugh at her.

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

She’ll be pretty lazy on keeping her hair waxed, unless constantly pressured by her management team. Thankfully she has fair and light hair so it’s not as noticeable but she doesn’t mind it at all and her partner better not either.

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

Considering her aversion to commitment, there won’t be much in terms of romance (unless it comes from them). It’ll be appreciated but she won’t go out of her way to do anything herself. Yu will keep plenty of intimacy though, fully and proudly displaying herself completely to her partner. She wants constant action (until she comes at least), plenty of hot and heavy passion. Her hands will constantly be touching her partner even if they’re just taking a break.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Yu is very familiar with her vibrator…and showerhead. If she’s had a long day on the field, she’ll take a little time for herself. She has no shame in getting herself off as she watches her favorite saved videos (she definitely has at least one account so she can save them). But she doesn’t actually need any visual or mental stimulation, being content with just feeling her body and playing into what feels good in the moment.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Cock Warming

Breeding

Face Sitting

Praise

Impact Play

Genital Slapping

Dirty Talk

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Against the glass windows of her apartment building. She’s got these huge windows overlooking the city and she loves getting fucked against it. She’s too high up for anyone to realistically see but the chance isn’t 0%. Second best is on her expensive couch.

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

Complimenting her body is an easy way to get her interested. Praise of most kinds really. Make-outs are also an easy way to get her soaking through her underwear, especially if they start massaging her breasts. She’ll be begging to get fucked right there.

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

Complicated positions, anything that requires her to be bent in a weird way is out of the question. Also an immediate turn off is someone blindfolding her.

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

She prefers receiving, being completely selfish in being a little pillow princess. She’s actually quite skilled in giving; she's just lazy. Yu will give her partner oral if it’s her idea, but only then. Don’t ask for it because then she won’t want to do it.

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

Depends on her mood and how much time she has. She doesn’t really have a preference. If going into it her partner is more sensual and taking their time then she’ll go along with it. Same with hot, heavy, and rough fucking.

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

She’s no stranger to having a one night stand that was nothing more than a quickie at a bar. She doesn’t really prefer them or like them. She plans to get more than one orgasm, thank you.

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

If her partner throws a kink at her that they are into (given that it’s not something too weird) she’ll give it a chance at least once. She likes the idea of risk, with precautions set in place. Fucking against a window? Sure but they’re really high up. Breeding her? In theory it’s so fucking hot, but she’s on birth control. In a public space? Somewhere out of the way where the door locks and she’ll actually try to be quiet.

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

She’s got a lot of stamina from her constant hero training and practice. She can last a while and get through a few orgasms before she needs to tap out. That’s why she doesn’t like quickies, she wants to feel worn out and thoroughly used when they’re finished.

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

She owns two vibrators: a wand and a bullet. She owns a few paddles (some have cute designs) and a riding crop. Nothing else. Will prefer it used on herself but will happily indulge a partner.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She loves teasing her partner during foreplay. And especially during the buildup. Flirty dialogue, promises of what’s to come, and causing her fingers to barely miss just where they want her to touch. She’s all for a good strip tease too, intentionally bending over or causing her breasts to bounce. All of it done just a little too far from their greedy hands.

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

If not hidden away somewhere, she’ll be pretty loud. Moans and breathy gasps mixed in with dirty words of praise. She also has a habit of narrating and rambling because her brain gets so foggy from how good she’s being fucked (“Listen to how fucking wet I am, you feel so good when you do that. You’re gonna make me come, yes ah.” She moaned, gripping her fingers into the sheets beneath her. “Keep moving like that; yes, yes, yes, yes, please oh please. Feel my walls clenching,yeah. I’m gonna oh ohh…fuck.”)

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

She has a guilty pleasure of reading smutty romance books. She even managed to find one that caused her to get out her vibrator while she was still reading the scene. Yes, one of the lines in the books she definitely repeated to someone.

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

Decent sized tits with constant perky nipples (her bra works wonders). Loves sneaking lingerie when she’s in casual clothes sometimes.

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

Pretty average. Can fluctuate depending on certain variables, like someone actively trying to seduce her.

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

If she has more than two orgasms, then very quickly after she taps out. Even if she brought a partner back to her place, she’ll just clock out and not even tell them.

#mount lady #yu takeyama #mount lady x reader #yu takeyama x reader #bnha smut #curious little valentine #mt lady #mt lady x reader

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grincubus · 2 years

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could we get nsfw/kink hcs for midnight and mount lady with a male s/o? please and thank you!!!

YES SIRRRR

headcanons for midnight / mount lady x male s/o.

N/S/F/W CONTENT ; MINORS DO NOT READ / INTERACT, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

cw: somnophilia [midnight]. semi-public sex [mt lady]. exhibitionism [midnight]. spanking [mt lady]. hair pulling [mt lady]. creampie [midnight].

MIDNIGHT / KAYAMA NEMURI

sex with her is not for the faint hearted, that’s for sure. you never quite know what you’re going to get — she likes to mix things up often. she has an arsenal of toys she likes to use on both of you. she especially loves using remote controlled vibrators on both of you in public where you can tease each other simultaneously. she thinks it’s romantic, lmao.

true to her public persona, she’s more dominant leaning than submissive. she takes out a lot of her frustration out on you, but that isn’t to say she doesn’t have her submissive moments too. she likes to keep you on your toes — when you get too much of one side of her she’ll suddenly switch on a dime. she could be barking you around one day and the next she’ll be whining for you to use her however you please.

she loves going down on you in public places. if there’s a table, chances are she’s going under it, and she won’t be satisfied until you’ve cum down her throat. (she especially loves doing it if it makes you nervous about people seeing. she loves watching you squirm — it’s such a wonderful sight, she wants everyone to see it.)

has a thing for using her hands. she really loves giving you handjobs, especially secretly when there are other people around, but she feels like it’s such a waste when you don’t get to cum in her. when she paints her nails she always wants to christen getting a new color by jerking you off. it’s a weird habit.

really into somnophilia (consensually ofc) on both of you. just the thought of you marathon fucking her until she passes out and waking up to you still going gets her wet. she also loves getting you hard when you’re asleep and using you for her own pleasure, especially if you wake up right at the end. seeing your sleepy, confused face right before you cum in her really makes her day. ♡

has a thing for glasses, specifically on herself. she loves riding you while wearing them and feeling them jump on her face while she bounces, or when you cum over them when you give her a facial. (she always wants you to finish in her whether it’s her pussy or her throat, the only exception is when she’s wearing glasses).

she wants to test out stuff she’s read in sex forums as often as possible. her reasoning is “couples should always try new things together,” but really she just wants to know exactly what makes you tick so she can exploit it later. she loves teasing you and making you cum as intensely as possible, so every time you get into bed with her you feel like you’ve run a marathon afterwards.

MOUNT LADY / TAKEYAMA YUU

quite opposite to midnight, is somewhat lazy when it comes to sex. she likes to be spoiled and she tends to boss you around when it comes to pleasing her, and wants you to do things to her rather than with her. she’s very finicky and hates it when she gets too sweaty or messy. she’ll give you the cold shoulder if you (god forbid) ruin her hair.

she’s a brat. she’s lazy and so hates being an active participant, but conversely she loves it when you manhandle her and put her in her place. she’d complain about going down on you and wouldn’t want to do it, but she gets off on you facefucking her and using her throat like a fleshlight. (especially when she’s in her hero mask and you can use her horns like handlebars.)

gets overwhelmed when you go down on her. she’s very sensitive so her thighs will be shaking and she’ll be squealing after just a few licks. it’s a really good way to work her up — she loves it when you pin her down and just keep making her cum. (but be careful, she hates being overstimulated.)

she wants all of your attention all of the time. she gets very jealous very easily — if you’re out together and you look too long at another woman, she’ll be pulling you into a bathroom and yanking your pants down to remind you that you’re her boyfriend, no one else’s. she gets off on doing risky things in semi-public places. (but not too public, she has a reputation to uphold.)

loves angry sex. she purposefully acts out to get you to be rough or punish her. she’ll try to get you jealous by bragging about sexual stuff basement dwellers say about her online or start some useless argument over something small so you’ll get mad and fuck her brains out later that night.

the only time she’s really active is when she’s pissed off. someone flirted with you at lunch? she’s had back-to-back press interviews all day? she couldn’t catch a villain? her popularity’s been stagnant lately? get ready for a long night because she’s going to be fucking until you’re shooting blanks. she’ll complain if you slow down at all, so make sure you can keep up. ♡

her favorite forms of punishment are cockwarming, being restrained, and especially spanking. she loves it when you bend her over your knee and slap her ass until it’s red and glowing — she’ll mess up her count on purpose so you’ll yank her hair, it’s the only time she won’t complain about you messing it up. loves harsh punishments that leave her thoroughly spent because she sleeps really well afterwards. (she hogs the blankets the entire night and doesn’t care when you complain about it lmao.)

#bnha smut #male reader #bnha x male reader #midnight x reader #mt lady x reader #belatedly realized you said and not or hopefully i didnt misunderstand the req by doing them separare and not together?#midnight #mt lady #mine

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randoimago · 11 months

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Hello. It's me, 🦖 anon, long time no see. Can I request Mt. Lady, Itsuka and Hagakure dating prankster S/O?

Having a Prankster S/O

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Character(s): Mt. Lady (Yu Takeyama), Itsuka Kendo and Toru Hagakure

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Hi hi 🦖 anon! I hope you've been well! Here you go!!

Mt Lady

On one hand, she finds the pranks amusing. They're fun and she enjoys getting a laugh at how silly they can be with done to others.

On the other hand, she also knows she needs to be a good hero and responsible and all that so maybe pick a time and place for pranks, S/O.

You can bet that if you do try pranking her then she will find a way to get you back with a silly prank of her own.

Kendo

Probably gives you a bit of a look with your pranks. She is class rep so she asks that you don't pull pranks too often and actually try working in class.

She knows that they're great to help others destress and to have fun so she doesn't want you to quit with the pranks, just asks that you dial it down.

Kendo asks you nicely to not pull pranks on her. Sure she could use the fun surprise when she's stressing with class duties, but she still would like to not be involved when it comes to your pranks.

Hagakure

Oh she absolutely loves how much of a prankster you are S/O! I mean, as long as no one gets hurt, then have at it! That said, you better include her in your pranks too!

Hagakure is more than happy to play along to your pranks. She is invisible so let her use that to enhance your pranking. Also, who better to make a quick get away if one of you is caught setting the prank up?

All of that said, just make sure whoever is getting pranked is doing okay. She doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings or upset someone that's going through something (which with Class A's antics, there's at least three of them always going through something at any given day).

#my hero academia x reader #itsuka kendo x reader #kendo x reader #toru hagakure x reader #hagakure x reader #mt lady x reader #yu takeyama x reader #🦖 anon

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handsometheo · 6 months

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My Hero Academia Masterlist

Characters I write for:

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko)

Shota Aizawa (Eraser Head)

Nemuri Kayama (Midnight)

Shinya Kamihara (Edgeshot)

Oboro Shirakumo (Ms. Joke)

Ryuko Tatsuma (Ryukyu)

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fat Gum)

Yu Takeyama (Mt. Lady)

Dabi (Touya Todoroki)

Tomura Shigaraki (Tenko Shimura)

Twice (Jin Bubaigawara)

Mr Compress (Atsuhiro Sako)

Headcanons only will be posted here, Full fics will be posted on Ko-fi.

FLUFF

ANGST

(SMUT will also be Ko-fi only, I don't want under 18s to have immediate access yk, too dangerous they usually find away but this at least puts a barrier here.)

HURT/COMFORT

IMAGINES

FULL FICS (Ko-fi Only)

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justice-maul · 1 year

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Pathetic Hero~ Mount Lady x Ex Villain Male Reader

Request: so how about mha mount lady X Male Reader who's an ex villain and she wants to roleplay villain wins and hero loses and Reader uses her horns as handle bars during sez

Author Note: I didn’t know how to set the scene itself so decided to just go right into it like it’s real but just know it’s all consensual and extra smutty just for you

Warning(s)⚠: sub mount lady, roleplay, rough sex, p in v, semi public, degraditon, breeding, and consensual non consent

You and Mount lady were very experimental in your sexual relationship especially when it came to kinks and role playing

So it was no surprise when your girlfriend had asked you to play as the villain for this scene and you of course agreed deciding to go with hero vs villain where you win this time

And you set up the scene.

╚═*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*═╝

You pinned her so her chest was touching the cold stone in a dark alley, bending her over before tearing a hole in her suit at the bottom giving you a clear view of her already wet cunt

“God looks at the sight of you... Who would have thought that the famous mount lady is just a desperate slut who needs to be put in her place,” you said spreading her folds and taking a look at her dripping cunt

“Imagine what your fans would think about their pathetic pro hero,” you chuckled as she groaned at the name, taking out your cock before rubbing against her hole

“Stop teasing me if your gonna fuck me then do it properly,” she complained as you just laughed at her trying so hard not to beg you and cry about how much she wanted your cock inside of her

You placed your hand on the small of her back pushing forward before shoving your cock causing a loud moan to erupt from her throat as you pushed your cock into her hole bottoming out

“Oh, shit!” She yelped feeling you inside of her as you started moving tantalizingly slow ago at her letting her feel the way you stretched her walls

“I’ve barely even started and you're already melting on my cock how cute of you,” you teased her watching as her face turned more red her body completely flushed only from you entering her

You let out a groan pulling back out and slamming into her once more her heat engulfing your length as she let out a slight yelp feeling you fuck into her as her legs trembled

You rammed into her hard over and over again holding her by the hips before moving to grab her horns using them to stable yourself as she shrieked from the sensation

“Quiet down, or else someone will walk and you see yourself for the slut you are,” you said gaining a whine from her as she covered her mouth only to squeeze down on your cock from the mere thought

“Oh aren’t you a dirty girl, the thought of someone seeing you so wrecked turns you on doesn’t~ it,” you laughed as she tried to shake her head no only for you to slam your hips against her core

Her mouth fell slack as you continued to pound her pussy leaving her both breathless and mindless as she succumbed to the pleasure that overtook her body high pitch whines left her mouth

“Look at you, coming undone from a villain’s hand. I thought you were supposed to hate me, Mount Lady,” you said lowly whispering in her ear watching as she tended to turn her head to the side

“Y-you can’t even fuc-” she started as you roughly grabbed her horns cutting her off and behaving to pound her pussy going even deeper than before quickly thrusting into her

“Shit!” She yelled as you abused her cunt going at an animalistic pace eager to break the hero that was already beginning to crumble in front of you as you used her better than anyone else who’s fucked her

“Where did that composure of yours go pro hero?” You said cackling not caring if anyone can hear you as you gripped her horns tighter causing a loud whine to come out of her

“Come on~ I thought you said I can’t fuck?” Saying that pulled her against your chest as you gave her a messy kiss spit dribbling out the corners as you sucked her tongue causing her moans to vibrate through you

You gave her a few sharp thrusts before cumming inside of her, painting her walls white as she came hard tears begging to fall, you let her go and pulled out only to see her struggle to hold herself up

Your cum dripping out of her hole as her legs wobbled and she tried to catch her breath, you rubbed a soothing hand over her back to calm her down from the high

“We should’ve done that sooner” she giggled as you held her up so she wouldn’t fall

“You did seem to really like the whole thing” you said pressing a kiss on her head as she turned to face you

“Only cause it’s you” she said smiling making you chuckle as you helped her clean and you both left happily and satisfied.

~The End~

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kaidabakugou · 1 year

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You said thirst was always welcome so…body worship with Mt. Lady. She calls you in after a bath and when you step into the room she’s sitting on the bed in only a towel. You pull her into your arms, kissing her shoulders.

Then you begin to trail kissing along her body, moving from her shoulders to her collarbone and then done the side of her body, kneeling as you go.

Once you reach her hips you push her to sit on the bed and begin to give her sloppy kisses from her hips down her thighs and back up again, alternating sides. Eventually you stop and move to her stomach where you trail kisses along her navel, briefly stopping to lick at her belly button, before finally pulling her into a kiss.

Just imagine all of that and the little moans and panting sounds she’d make throughout. That’d be so hot and you just know you’d need to do it again sometime.

hihi i’ve never written f/f but since you’ve trusted me with this i’m gonna give it shot cus body worship is super hot and mt. lady is definitely on the mommy list <3

just image teasing her while you trail kisses across her skin. caressing every part of her except the ones she’s craving the most.

kneeling in front of her while you place a kiss on the side of her knee as your hand lifts it up to rest over your shoulder. repeating the action on the other one as you begin to slowly trail kisses down her inner thigh while looking up at her.

sultry eyes staring into her magenta ones as you begin to gently suck on her skin, leaving subtle bruises in your wake as you get closer to her dripping heat before trailing back up her thigh, towards her knee again.

a low whine leaving her lips when you don’t touch her where she wants. making you smile against her soft skin, placing one more kiss on her thigh before running your hands along her sides.

leaning up as your caress her hips, fingers tracing over the pretty stretch marks adorning her skin, most of them caused by her quirk as you make sure to place loving kisses on them. whispering a soft “so pretty” over them before moving towards her abdomen.

running your nose along her skin towards the valley of her plump breasts. reaching up to massage them before leaning down to pull one into your mouth. licking and sucking on it as you pull away with a wet pop, switching to the other and giving it the same treatment as soft mewls starts to leave her lips.

yu’s fingers tangling with the ones on the back of your head as she presses you closer to her, burying her nipple deeper into your mouth while you pinch and pull on the other. flicking the hardened bud with your tongue whilst you continue sucking on her skin as her moans get louder.

trailing your fingers down her abdomen towards her cunt, pressing your digits against her wet slit. collecting her juices before rubbing soft circles against her. not being able to ignore her any longer as you give her nipple a final suck before settling between her thighs.

your adoration for her spilling from you lips with every suck and lick you give her cunt. worshiping every inch of her dripping pussy while your digits rub against the sweet spot inside of her. your other arm snaking around her hip to rub messy circles against her clit.

making her cum multiple times on your tongue before the ache between your legs becomes too hard to ignore. leaning over her as you push her legs towards her chest before sitting on top of her. pressing your dripping cunt with hers as you start to grind back and forth. your clits flicking against each other as the wet squelch from your cunts fills the room.

i got carried away with this, but i hope i did your ask justice nonny! hope you enjoy! <3

#kai.answers #user-anon #yu takeyama #takeyama yu #mt. lady #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader smut #mha x reader smut

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simp-thingz · 1 year

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I had this idea when I was watching invincible. Headcanons for a some of the lady pro heroes (your choice) on how they would happen if their hero!male!s/o killing a villain?? (Like how they would react and stuff) think of it as something like this:

Source: the Injustice comics by DC

(Sorry this took so long, I got distracted but I hope you like it )

-Midnight

• She would probably start panicking

• She isn't sure what to do, she sure as hell doesn't want you going to jail

• "Babe chill, we can just dump the body and report it later" : Y/N, cool as a cucumber five seconds after killing someone

• Did the hero commission find out? Yes. Did you lose your license? Nope.

•You got put on paid leave for two weeks while the commission got things under wraps

•Safe to say, she's NEVER leaving you alone again during work

-Miruko

~ She's not as worried as Midnight was since similar situations came up while she patrolled with her bestie Hawks

~ You guys just stared at each other with shocked faces for a minute before getting to work deposing the body

~ "So what're we doin' for dinner?" "Don't even speak to me about food right now"

~ Y'all stayed late at work filing incident reports afterward but nothing ever came of it.

~ BUT Miruko did make you sleep on the couch as a punishment

- Mount Lady

☆ Honestly? She's terrified.

☆ The villain hadn't been much older than a high school student

☆ And she's NEVER seen you THIS mad, it was like you were a different person entirely in that moment

☆ You weren't fairing much better, hating the feeling of not being in control of your own body

☆ You guys ended up getting in a huge fight about whether or not y'all should report the incident

☆ "Y/N WE HAVE TO TELL SOMEBODY!!" "DO YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY LISCENCE???!!! WE HAVE TO KEEP IT A SECRET!!"

☆You guys ended up avoiding each other while you worked through the guilt and fear from what happened.

#mha #bnha #nemuri kayama x reader #midnight x reader #rumi usagiyama #rumi usagiyama x reader #midnight mha #mirko mha #yu takeyama x reader #yu takeyama #mt lady mha #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons

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lovely-lillies-101 · 8 days

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Birds Don’t Sing.

Sero x f!reader

Birds Don’t Sing Masterlist

01. Fresh

Mentions of: Flashbacks/Past Trauma, Reader has issues, etc.

1k wc.

The conference room was quiet. It wasn't the nice, comforting type of quiet, no. It felt dense and thick, with tension hanging heavily in the air. All that could be heard was the soft drumming of Sero's fingers against the wooden table.

He took a deep breath, gazing over at the blonde seated beside him. He was fidgeting, messing with his fingers while he bounced his knee. Seeing Kaminari anxious didn't help his nerves in the slightest.

Meetings like this were never good, especially when it was just him and Kaminari without the other sidekicks. They were probably going to get chewed out for something, but what? He flitted through the possibilities in his head. A patrol gone wrong maybe? Another one of Kaminari's dumb instagram posts blowing up? Or maybe it was the time Kamui Woods caught him playing solitaire on his computer when instead of writing a report. But Sero doubted that he would care enough about that to call a meeting. He hardly even said anything to him when it happened. He just gave him a dirty look and shrugged it off.

As if he read his mind, in came Kamui woods, with his coworkers and Sero's other bosses, Mount Lady and Edgeshot. It was rare for all three of them to be together, especially not for a meeting. This was bad. This was really bad. Are they getting fired?

"Relax, you're not in trouble." Edgeshot reassured them, sensing their panic. Sero's shoulders dropped slightly, his muscles releasing all the tension and anxiety that had been building up inside. Kaminari let out a small sigh of relief and slumped back into his chair.

"We called this meeting because we had some news we wanted to share with you," Kamui chimed in. He picked up the remote from the table, clicking a button that turned the projector on.

"In a few days, a new sidekick will be joining you. Her name is-"

Mount Lady practically shouted her name, interrupting Kamui and gesturing wildly to the image that flashed on screen behind her. A photo of a beautiful young woman appeared on screen. Sero studied her features, her soft smile and bright eyes, the curve of her face, and her hair style and hero uniform. Kaminari nudged Sero slightly with his elbow, mumbling something about how attractive she was, earning himself an eye roll.

"She was ranked highly as a sidekick, staying in the top ten consistently and even reaching the top five in her nation. She took a break a few years back but now she'll be joining you guys!" Mount Lady rambled excitedly. It made sense. A popular sidekick will improve their ratings, and it could probably help Sero and Kaminari rank up too. But why were they the first to hear about it? Why not tell everyone at once? He couldn't help but ask.

"That's great and all, but why didn't you tell Mineta and Shiozaki?"

"Since she's going to be your priority. As we mentioned before, she's not from here. She isn't very fluent in Japanese, but you can speak her language, Sero. So, it'll be your responsibility to translate for her." Edgeshot replied, "From now on, the three of you are going to be a team."

"We're sorry it had to end this way, but your compliance is greatly appreciated." You stared at the carpeted floor beneath you, refusing to look anywhere else. They were all staring, watching you, their eyes burning through your body. All you could do was sit and listen as the lawyers spoke to you.

Everyone knows now. They all know.

You should be ashamed. You're disgusting. You're a monster.

Bright morning light peeked through the curtains, shining on your sheets. It had been at least three days since you left your bed due to your exhaustion from the jet lag. All you wanted to do was sleep, until now, when your stomach is twisting with hunger, the pain becoming almost sickening.

You eventually got out of bed, but only after the delivery guy dropped your food off at your door. When you picked up the bag, you didn't expect to see a box next to it, addressed to you from your new agency, The Lurkers. Your curiosity outweighed your hunger, and you found yourself opening the box with a pair of scissors.

Reaching in, you grabbed the fabric lifting it up and raising it above you to look at. Black as night colored polyester with nylon and copper material, perfect for your quirk. It looked just like what you envisioned, if not better. You turned the body suit to the side, studying the bright yellow streaks and lightning bolts. It was perfect. It was yours.

It had been over two years since you last had a hero costume. There had been a time where you never wanted to wear one again. Where just the thought of it made you sick to your stomach and filled with dread. But now, here you were with your very own hero costume, based off your design. It's pure, untouched, perfect, fresh, clean, and new. Like everything is now.

You blinked the tears away as you held the costume against your body, hugging it to your chest. This was your chance to start over again. A fresh start. A clean slate. It was just what you needed and you weren't going to take it for granted. You're going to take every opportunity you can get to become the hero you always wanted to be, and nothing is going to hold you back. Not anymore.

You grabbed your phone, taking a picture and texting it to your aunt, before setting it down on the table. Before you went to eat, you noticed something left in the box. It was a little slit of paper, with Japanese characters that you couldn't translate inscribed on it. Underneath was a message written in your language.

"Looking forward to meeting you next week - The Lurkers"

You smiled to yourself, feeling hope and excitement flicker in your chest.

#lovely #lovelylillies #sero hanta #sero hanta x reader #hanta sero #denki kaminari #mha denki #the lurkers #pro hero au #edgeshot #mt lady #kamui woods #sero fanfiction

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ramenaddicted · 2 years

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Thinking about hanging out with the gals at a love hotel. Just think, you and Mirko and Mt. Lady hanging out at one of those themed love hotels. Ya'll ain't going there for sex... you're just going for the novelty of the experience. Ordering food and drinks, hanging out in the pool, and having a slumber party.

Ya' know? just gals being gals

Ok so if I did turn this into an NSFW drabble, first off there would be an entire shopping trip planned beforehand because if I'm gonna entertain some buff ladies, I need cute lingerie and a collar with a leash attached to it.

Sure going to an actual hotel would be fine, but not every hotel has a heart-shaped bath, or carefully crafted accouterments for the customer (I'm being stupid I just want to experience the novelty of a love hotel)

I also wouldn't be the only one buying clothes, Once we arrive at the hotel at were getting glammed up for our activities, were looking good, ahem I mean were looking like were only fans content creators doing a collab. (another idea)

#bnha thirst #mirko thirst #miruko x reader #mirko x fem!reader #with an appearance from mt. lady #wlw #mha smut

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emotionalmessss · 1 year

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Revenge

A/N: first time writing a Dabi x reader one-shot. I just couldn't help myself with this one, lol. No spoilers. Non-canon plot (ish).

Synopsis: after an incident at Endeavour's Agency, you attract the attention of a certain Villain.

Warnings: heavy non-con, humiliation, slight violence, slight blood, forced, angst, dabi is mean, yandere (kinda?), heat play, spit, choking. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Word count: 8.1K

You flipped through the pages of your magazine whilst you sat slumped, and cuddled into the couch in your living room apartment. Scanning over the newest headlines and styles of hero costumes while your mind floated, absentmindedly gazing off out the windows every now and then. Fuck, they really publish just about anything, don’t they? You pondered, flipping over to the next page.

‘Mt Lady Takes Down Villain! Hottest and Best Angles!’

You huffed, slamming the magazine back down onto the coffee table. The people who wrote these articles were seriously fried in the head. Despite all of the good that Heroes did, there was always someone in the background; waiting patiently to exploit and publish the most taboo garbage. Your cheek rested against your palm as you rested against the arm of the couch, thinking back to the incident that led up to your very own interview. It wasn’t unheard of for rookie Heroes to have interviews, but it was a rare occurrence. And you remember it all too well.

You sat, awkwardly perched on the plastic chair as the woman in front of you placed a recorder down, pulled out a pen and notepad, and began hammering you with questions.

“What’s it like working as a Rookie alongside the Number One Hero?”

“Was this the costume you were wearing when the incident occurred?”

“Were you scared?”

“Why are you working with Endeavor when your Quirk has nothing to do with flames?”

All of the questions overwhelmed you, and you thought that you would be prepared since Endeavor briefed you prior to the interview. But as soon as the questions came pouring out of the red lipstick lined lips of the reporter - you froze. You tried to answer all of her questions as honestly as you could, but feared that she would turn and spin them on you. It was a habit of reporters to do so, and you refused to be on the next cover of some sleazy tabloid; ‘(Hero name)! Dirty secrets that saved her from the attack on Endeavor’s Agency!’

The thought made you gag.

It was true, your Quirk had nothing to do with fire or anything of the sort, but Enji Todoroki had been a family friend for years, and you were childhood best friends with his daughter, Fuyumi Todoroki. Your Quirk was basic - Telekinesis. It was handy, and you were getting stronger with it everyday. It was useful in the battlefield, proving to be one of the strongest when you attended UA.

“Did you see Shigaraki?”

“How hot were Dabi’s flames?”

When she asked you about Dabi and Shigaraki, you froze, immediately remembering what the heat of his flames felt like, and the gnawing fear of being turned to dust at any given moment. It was horrible, and you wanted nothing more than to jump off the chair and run out of the room. You knew that would solve nothing and only fidgeted slightly at her question and narrowing eyes.

You were seated at your desk, filing paperwork from a Villian that you had caught a few days prior. Everyone spoke about the joys of being a Hero, but often neglected the tedious amount of paperwork that followed suit. Hours had passed and you were still working silently at your desk space. You hadn’t even taken your lunch break in hopes of finishing the work before Endeavor returned.

Your fingers were starting to sting in exhaustion when you heard the first scream, it was loud and shrill; a woman. Your eyes widened and before you knew it, everyone was standing and running. Flames of blue erupted up the walls as you watched everyone flee from the heat. You pushed yourself up from your desk and flushed, blocking your face with your free hand. Endeavor was sent out on a mission a few hours prior, meaning that he would be gone for the rest of the day. Most of the other sidekicks were with him, and you would’ve gone too if you weren’t stuck with this mountain of paperwork.

You remember seeing your coworkers shove and scatter their way out of the building, rushing around like frightened mice. It was sad, you thought. You wanted to act, to fight, but fear kept you frozen in place as everyone disappeared. The smoke and heat of the room made it barely breathable, but you shielded your eyes from the smoke and covered your mouth with your sleeve.

The panicked footsteps soon dwindled down, everyone already fleeing down the stairs. And there you stood, frozen in place like a rock. Thinking back on it makes you feel completely useless, but fear makes you react in such strange ways.

A large chunk of ceiling fell directly in front of you, your feet launching you out of the way before your brain realized what happened. Dust and smoke filtered into your lungs as you narrowly dodged the debris.

You began to stagger your way towards the exit, until you saw two shadows appear in the doorway. Fuck. They grew closer with each passing moment, and you threw yourself beneath a random desk, curling yourself inwards in attempts to hide yourself. Your breathing was raspy due to all the smoke inhalation, but remained silent as the footsteps echoed.

“That fucker isn’t even here.” You heard a deep rasp, sounding like he was losing his voice. You flinched when you heard the desk creek above you, turning your head slowly to notice that someone was resting against it. Luckily, the cubicle shielded you from their presence, or else you’d be screwed.

“The message will still be received.” You heard a second voice, which sounded much higher pitched than the first. “It’s only a matter of time before the Hero regimen is brought to their knees.” They snickered, high pitched and eerie.

You covered your mouth, squeezing back a cough that rumbled in your chest.

“The sooner the better.” The first voice spoke, which you now recognized as Dabi, the Blue Flame. His boots now eye level with you, with even one small move you would’ve been able to touch him.

His unprovoked murderers made headlines a few weeks earlier, and you remember reading all about them. He burned his victims beyond recognition, turning them into a pile of bones and dust. It made you sick, and you could only keep quiet and remain still. You could only guess that the second voice belonged to Shigaraki, the leader of the League Of Villains. Fuck. You really were going to die here.

“We need to get out of here before more show up.” Dabi said, pushing upright from the desk, his jacket swayed in your view. You figured that the Heroes would be pouring through the door at any second now, but you weren’t counting on it, nor were you eager to jump out from the desk.

Shigaraki mumbled something in return that you didn’t quite catch, and you heard the heavy sounds of their booted feet fade off. You weren’t entirely jumping at the thought of getting caught, so you decided to wait a few moments before regrouping with everyone else.

You let out a shaky breath, removing your hand from your dry lips.

Your eyes opened once again, blinking a few times to remove any dust or smoke stuck in them. But fuck, you really wished you hadn’t. There was a soft sound of crunching gravel that rang out beside you, instantly making your blood run cold. Your eyes darted to follow the sound and as soon as you lifted your gaze from the floor, you noticed a pair of bright blue eyes staring back into your frightened ones. You noticed that he smirked when he noticed your frightened expression, burnt lips carving upwards at your quivering form. Immediately, you let out a cry of surprise and skidded out from underneath the desk.

“Well, well. Hello there, doll.” Dabi watched you from above. At this angle, he towered over you, watching you with gleaming eyes. Even though you were flat on your ass and resting against your palms, he was enormous. “Thought I wouldn’t notice ya’ down there?” He chuckled.

You watched him with studying eyes, noting that he hadn’t made a move to grab or burn you. For some reason you expected to be killed on sight, but Dabi seemed to take interest in you. No . He was more interested in making you feel nervous - powerless even. His eyes running down your slim body, watching in excitement as you squirmed uncomfortably. You weren’t wearing your Hero uniform, which made him wonder why you hadn’t escaped like everyone else.

He laughed to himself. Poor little girl, left to die by the Heroes.

Finally, you broke eye contact from the charred man, trailing your eyes around him in search of an escape route. You didn’t know if he’d get bored soon and decide to light you up, but you certainly didn’t want to make any impulsive moves. It seems like Shigaraki left already, and you were thankful that you only had to deal with one League member.

“Are you mute or somethin’?” His head tilted to the side as he scanned you over, his patchwork face pondering in thought.

Dabi felt bored at your unresponsiveness, his smirk dropping and eyes glazing over. His hands fidgeted inside his pockets, debating on what he was going to do with you. You inched back slightly, noticing the shift in his demeanor.

Your hands raised instinctively to cover your face, expecting to feel the flash of heat and the flesh peel off your bones. But you didn’t, instead feeling a rush of air around you. Out of fear, you must’ve activated your quirk without thinking too much, because Dabi was no longer standing in front of you.

Your ears barely registered the sound of his strangled grunt as he collided with a half burnt desk. Not wasting any time pushing yourself up to your shaky feet, throwing yourself out of the cubicle and towards the exit. You didn’t even bother to look back at the scarred Villain, who was staggering back to his feet, letting out a frustrated growl at your sudden attack. You lunged for the door, throwing yourself out of it and down the flights of stairs.

Dabi coughed as dust particles surrounded him, his breathing deepening with rage as he watched your frightened figure stumble out of the room. Your little surprise move pissed him off - almost as much as the realization he had that you were a Hero.

Your head shook and you brushed off the incident that still lingered in your mind. While you were terrified, you managed to act quickly and get out safely. Endeavor praised you for this, which felt good, but you were just thankful that you didn’t turn into a pile of burnt flesh.

“For fucks sake.” You mumbled as you picked up another magazine, seeing a picture of yourself covered in dust, outfit torn in questionable places, and your hair a mess -on the cover .

‘(Hero Name)! Narrowly Escapes The Blue Flame!’

That wasn’t so bad… Maybe Endeavor threatened the poor woman into being nice. You thought, before your eyes roamed over the smaller print beneath the title.

“Find out how (Hero Name) seduced her way out of death on page six!”

You threw the magazine blindly behind you, letting out a long sigh. You should have known, these tabloids twisted the truth and made Heroes and Sidekicks look terrible. You couldn’t believe that people actually believed this shit. Luckily enough, no one was killed in the incident, but you knew that if the League wanted there to be casualties, there definitely would have been. You only escaped due to your quick thinking and Dabi’s lack of attention, which worked out in your favor.

“Fucking bitch.” You grumbled, letting your head drop onto the armrest.

You were so lost in thought that you barely heard the front door close shut, along with the soft footsteps of someone making their way inside. You didn’t move when you finally clued in, instead you called out blindly, voice muffled by the cushion of the couch.

“Really not in the mood tonight, Fuyumi!” Your voice cracked as you called out towards her, expecting her cheerful response at your dismissive tone, but all you heard was silence. The footsteps stopped, and instead of the soft voice of your best friend, you heard a short chuckle.

“Not enjoying the Hero life, doll?”

Letting out a surprised squeak, you jolted upright at the raspy voice, eyes widening and darting towards the rough sound. To say that it surprised you would be an understatement - it terrified you and made you freeze immediately, similar to how you were at the Agency. It frightened you even more when you watched his lazy eyes trail over your form, which was wearing nothing but a pair of PJ shorts and an ill-fitting tank top.

Almost as if he could sense the urgency that flowed in your veins, telling you to run - he took a step closer to you, studying your reactions. So many questions ran through your brain, how did he get in? Why was he here? But you decided to refrain from hammering questions out, instead shifting your focus to distracting him like you had previously done.

“Why are you here?” You decided this was a decently safe question, turning yourself to fully face the scarred man as your eyes drifted to the front door for a brief moment. It was closed again, and if you were to try and run past him, you’d risk being fried to a crisp. If you were smart about this, then you’d be able to-

“Go ahead and try it.” He interrupted your thoughts, pulling your attention back to his lopsided grin, which looked menacing as it tugged on his staples. “I can promise that ya’ won’t make it very far.” His hand extended, lighting up a small blue flame at the tips of his fingers.

Dabi watched as you looked up at him: your big eyes widened, eyebrows furrowed, and full lips parted open. Fuck. He wanted to pounce on you right then and there, but decided to restrain himself. He needed to take his time with this, since his last interaction with you resulted in him being thrown off guard and flat on his ass. He didn’t even think that you had a Quirk - assuming that you were just some mousy little secretary. Until he was shot back from your cowering form, landing hard on a pile of burnt and broken desks. It surprised him, but it also pissed him off. You lingered in the back of his head for days after, which only pissed him off more. He knew that he could melt the pretty skin right off your bones, but for once, he didn’t want to. He wanted to savor this. He was prepared this time, and he wasn’t going to let you escape from him again. No. Not this time.

The look on Dabi’s face made you squirm, itching to get away from his gaze. He lazily glanced over at his flame before closing his fist. His hand reached down and into the pocket of his oversized coat, searching for something you couldn’t see.

You can sense the threatening turn that this was about to take, and on instinct, you pushed your hands out, trying to activate your Quirk. Anything to get him away from you. But he was quicker and stronger, even without his quirk.

He knew that you were going to try and pull the same stunt, but unlike last time, he was prepared for it. In less than a second, Dabi launched himself forward, catching you off guard with his speed.

“Heh. That’s not going to work this time, doll.” Dabi launched himself forward with a sound that could only be compared to a growl of a hungry animal. He grabbed your wrists with one hand, pinning them against your lap in a matter of seconds, leering over you. His one knee was sandwiched between your thighs, while his foot was still placed on the ground, using it to balance himself over you.

You let out a sharp cry as he pulled out what looked like a syringe from his jacket. Instantly, your eyes widened and you fought in his hold, twisting and squirming. Your lungs fought for air at the sight of the needle, igniting your flight or fight response.

“Don’t fight me. It’s a pain in the ass.” He rasped, seemingly unfazed by your weak attempts to push him off. You were no match for him, but he wanted to scare you a little, so he heated up his palms slightly, warning you to stop.

The heat rushed from your wrists and all the way up to your cheeks, flushing you into stilling.

“What are you doing!” You cried out.

“Can’t have you ruining my plans with that annoying quirk of yours.” He grumbled before plunging the needle into your bicep. The pain was jolting, but the feeling of your quirk leaving your body was much worse. You had grown familiar with the constant sense of your quirk lingering in your veins, and now that it was gone, you were terrified. Was it going to come back?

“I- What!” Your eyes met his, which had deep bag-like scars under them, held in place by makeshift staples. His eyes were bright and blue, but looked as if they never opened quite fully. Scars seemed to liter his entire body, only small portions of his actual skin poked through. He can’t handle his quirk, you thought.

Dabi felt a shiver of pleasure run down his spine when you looked over his patch-work face, knowing immediately that the sight of him made you uncomfortable. He was used to people shriveling up in disgust at his face, it was nothing new. But this was different. He felt a sense of heat rush all over his body at your confused face, instead of the usual annoyance.

“Enjoying the view?” He teased, shattering the silence around you two.

You cringed back in displeasure, the smell of him overwhelming you now. Smoke and burnt flesh singing the hair in your nose.

“What the fuck do you want from me?” You managed to calm your nerves slightly, but not by much. Dabi was still leaning over you, making you curl up against the back of the armrest. You didn’t like being caged in like this, and you most definitely didn’t like how he peered down at you.

“Your cooperation would be nice, but either way, I’m going to enjoy this.” Dabi answered your question without actually giving you a clear response. The sense of danger only amplified when you watched his lips curl upwards in a manic like smile. You were sure that his staples would have popped out if he opened his mouth any more. You could see them visibly strain, struggling to keep the healthy skin connected to the scarred tissue.

“Is this because of what happened at the Agency?” You asked, breathlessly moving your attention from his scars to his eyes again. You didn’t want to piss him off more by staring too long at them. Dabi wasn’t an idiot. He knew you were staring at his scars, but could care less. He was used to people staring at him with disgust, and he grew numb to it.

Dabi let out a scoff. “You’re smarter than you look.”

“Why? I was just-”

Dabi leered closer to you, making you flinch and stop talking. “Just being an annoying brat? Thinking that you’re better than me because you’re a Hero?” He spat the word out like it disgusted him to even think, let alone speak it.

Granted, you knew subconsciously that you were better than a murdering psychopath, but decided it would get you nowhere good if you fought that. You weren’t too keen on the idea of dying prematurely, especially by his flames or whatever else he had in store for you.

“What was I supposed to do?” You asked, brows furrowing in annoyance. “Sit back and take it?” You regretted the words as soon as you said them, watching as Dabi smirked down at you with a borderline lustful gaze. “I didn’t want to die. My body reacted on impulse, that's it.” You quickly corrected yourself.

You thought you could buy yourself some time by asking him questions, maybe even distracting him so that you could escape. You knew he was unhinged and wondered if there was a way to use that to your advantage.

“Why does it matter? You burned down half of the Agency and the League still made the cover of every newspaper in Japan.” You found yourself getting angry at the reminder. “You’re lucky that Endeavor wasn’t there. You would’ve been-” Your voice morphed into a scream as soon as you mentioned the Flame Hero. The sudden searing heat of his hands make your back arch up and into the Villain, chest brushing against his stapled flesh. He was barely using his quirk, but even the small amount made your skin singe.

“You think that flaming pile of shit scares me?” Dabi sneered at you, bringing his face level to yours. You stilled when Dabi pressed himself tighter against you, his nose only inches from your own. You realized that you had either struck a nerve by mentioning Endeavor, or that he just really hated Heroes that much. You had assumed the latter, but could tell there was more to it by his reaction. Dabi’s eyes were filled with rage, but the rage wasn’t all directed at you.

“He’s just another empty Hero that the world praises for nothing. It’s only a matter of time before he’s ripped off that pedestal.” You flinched back at his words, knowing that there was definitely some sort of vendetta between the two flame users.

As scared as you were, you still felt somewhat angered by the Villains words. Endeavor had been nothing but kind to you, seemingly taking you under his wing when you joined his Agency. It was either your pride that made you say the next words, or your own naivety. You didn’t know which one it was.

“Endeavor is twice the man you’ll ever be.”

You watched as Dabi’s turquoise eyes narrowed, meeting them as yours widened at his furious expression. If his flames weren’t hot enough, his stare sure was. Dabi’s eyes were blazing with fury, seemingly darkening from their usual brightness. He watched you carefully, weighing his next options. He realized that you were just as surprised at your words as he was, your eyes widening for a moment before glossing over in attempts to hide it. Cute. He could feel you quivering beneath him, fearing what he would do next.

Despite the swell of pride you felt for a brief moment, you could quickly feel the overwhelming sense of anxiety push forward. Fuck. At this point, you didn’t really care what happened to you. All you wanted was to get away from his terrifying presence.

Dabi let his guard down for a mere second, maybe even less, and you immediately took advantage of it. Your wrists twisted apart and out of Dabi’s grip, freeing you for a moment from his suffocating grip. Your next move was on instinct; you ball up your fist before winding it back and sending it crashing into his nose.

Blood immediately gushed from Dabi’s nose, running down his mismatched lips and down his neck. He staggered backwards from the force of your punch, letting out a guttural growl as he wiped the sticky liquid away.

Again, you wasted no time in throwing yourself over the back of the couch, landing on all fours and scrambling towards the front door. You pumped your shaky legs as fast as they could handle, stumbling as you ran for freedom. You were nearing the kitchen when a blast of sudden heat licked up the back of your thighs, making you shriek in agony and crumple to the hardwood. Your body sprawled out on the cool ground, which was a stark contrast to your clammy and sizzling skin.

You glanced down at your awkwardly bent legs, seeing the skin begin to redden and sizzle. It wasn’t a fatal burn, but it was one you’d surely remember since the blisters would definitely scar. The pain was too much and you squeezed your eyes shut, sobbing as you still tried to drag yourself away.

Dabi followed behind you, taking his time as he watched your pathetic attempts at crawling away. He wanted you to have your little moment of hope, afterall, you were going to wish that you were dead after he was done with you.

He took his time stalking towards you, his rubber soles thudding against the flooring - purposely being slow to hammer more fear into you. He watched your body shake violently from his attack, your face contorting up in anguish as you tried to push yourself up. Dabi could feel himself getting hard as he approached your struggling form. He felt mildly proud, considering you had him in a similar position not too long ago.

Smiling wickedly, he planted his booted foot on your back and shoved you back down to the ground. “You can’t run from me.”

Your chin met the floor with a sickening crack, eliciting another wave of pleasure down Dabi’s spine at your pained groan. Your body wavered as you felt a droplet of something wet and sticky hit your cheek, directly beneath your eyes.

“You broke my fucking nose, doll. You’re lucky to still be breathin’ after that.” Dabi chucked, wiping the remnants of his blood from his nose. He relished in your look of disgust when his blood hit your face, seeing the humiliation build up across your pretty face.

Shakily, you wiped his blood from your face, cringing as he stared back at you. Your teeth gritted together so hard that you thought they’d shatter if any more pressure were applied. Everything was too much; the throbbing in your legs, your quirk being suppressed, Dabi’s taunting gaze, everything. Hatred mixed with hot rage seeped into your blood, making your body vibrate with adrenaline.

“Weak flames compared to Endeavor.” You hissed roughly, large eyes glaring up at him in spite.

Dabi ignored the rage that traveled up his body at your words, knowing that you were doing this just to piss him off. Stupid little Hero. You were powerless, weak, and humiliated, but still fought with a sense of pride. He was going to break down that pride of yours, no matter what. He thought as he bent down, fingers lacing through your tousled hair and jerking your face towards his. If you thought pissing him off was going to save you, you were very wrong. Your words only solidified what he was about to do next.

“Let go of me!” Dabi used your hair as leverage to get you onto your knees, pulling another shocked cry as your hands shot up to your scalp. The stinging of your thighs amplified in this position, and you awkwardly balanced to lessen the pain.

“I think I have a better use for that mouth of yours.” Dabi’s hand jolted you forwards before releasing your scalp. You hadn’t realized how much you were relying on his grip to keep you steady, because your knees suddenly wobbled and you fell face-first into the bulge of his jeans, letting out a strangled moan as you did.

Dabi let out a low groan at the feeling of your face pressing into the tent of his jeans. Your hands pressed into his thighs to push yourself upright as your face scrunched up in disgust at the sudden contact. Dabi shuddered while he watched you try and pull away, only to find yourself pressed into his groin again when his hands pulled you back.

You gasped in shock, not expecting the force of his hand to smush you back into his crotch. The tip of your nose dug into his length, feeling it twitch slightly at the contact. You mewled, senses overwhelmed at the feeling.

There was something about the way your eyes squinted and you recoiled back in disgust that drove him mad. A weak little Hero like you needed to learn your place, and what better way would you learn than at the knees of a Villain like him? He wanted to humiliate you in the worst way possible, just like you did with him.

“Oh come on, doll. Don’t tell me a Hero slut like you never sucked cock before?” He snickered down at you.

You scowled at him in return, peeling yourself away from his crotch to look up at him with reddening cheeks. Try as you might, you couldn’t hide the blush that stung at your pale skin.

“Awe. You’re getting shy on me now, dollface? Where’d that spunk go?” Dabi released your hair, fiddling with his belt before pulling out his cock. It sprung out and nearly smacked you in the cheek, narrowly missing as you turned your head away.

“Get the fuck away from me, patchwork!” You hissed, craning your neck up to look him in the eyes.

Dabi watched you with half-lidded eyes, jutting his hips outwards to smack you in the face with his cock. “I’m gonna make sure to force that attitude out of you.” The tip of his dick pressed against your lips, smearing a trail of salty precum all over.

It was long and thick, bigger than any other you’ve seen. You didn’t want Dabi to think that you were taken back by it, so you kept your face as blank as you could in this position. Your lips pressed tightly in a thin line, refusing entrance.

At your reluctance, Dabi tapped his foot against the ground and tilted your jaw up with a single finger. “Open up or I’ll burn you again.”

You frowned, swallowing hard before parting your lips for him. Dabi’s eyes wandered across your face, noting how good you looked with your beady eyes and mouth wide open for him.

You didn’t have much time to think, because Dabi jerked his hips, his cock grazing against your teeth as he hit the back of your throat.

You gagged instantly, fresh tears pooling at your lash line as you tried to relax your throat.

“Shit.” He rasped, head tilting back at the feeling of your throat constricting around him.

You could feel him twitch against the back of your throat, making you gag once again. The tip of your nose flat against his pubic bone, sucking in as much air as you could handle in this position. Your muffled mewls sent Dabi into a frenzy, who gave you no time to adjust before he started to buck his hips. Your hands flew up to his thighs, grounding yourself as you tried not to throw up.

“Damn. You’re shaking around my cock, you must really be scared, huh?” Dabi rasped above you, his voice dropping a few decibels at the sight of your teary eyes.

You choked in response, trailing your tongue along his length. He didn’t necessarily taste bad, but the lingering sweat and precum tasted salty on your buds. With your mouth stuffed completely, you couldn’t hold back the drool that spilled out and down your chin.

“That’s it. I knew there was something useful for that mouth of yours.” Dabi brushed the hair out of your eyes, side eyeing you as you groaned around him. The vibrations shot up through your throat, sending a wave of pleasure around him.

You quickly tore your gaze away from his, focusing on the scarred skin of his stomach instead. You hated this and you would’ve bit him if you weren’t so frightened of the repercussions that would’ve certainly followed.

Dabi watched you with lazy eyes, peering down at you with a look that could only be compared to a predator stalking its prey. With each thrust of his hips he felt your throat clench around him, wet noises mixing in sync with your terrified sobs. You were a beautiful sight, even with your mascara running down your cheeks and snot coming out of your nose. He hated to admit it, but he had to focus hard on not shooting his load down your tight little throat.

“There’s no need to be shy.” He rasped, breathlessly before pulling himself out with a plop. A thick trail of spit connected your lips and the tip of his cock. You gulped back air and sputtered, furiously wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

Dabi smirked as you fell back onto your ass with a hiss. He knew you were probably thinking that he would let you go now, or at least praying for it. Silly girl. He wasn’t nearly finished with you.

He bent down to your level, stuffing himself back into his pants. You were angry and disgusted, the light in your eyes darkening when you met his gaze. The instinct to run was back again, and you were fighting against your natural nervous system's desire to flee.

It was endearing Dabi thought, but futile. Your eyes darting to the door for a moment gave your intentions away. He made quick work to grab you before you could even blink, letting out a deep chuckle at your surprised reaction.

His hands wrapped around your hips and hoisted you over his shoulder. You gasped at the sudden movement, laying uncomfortably across his shoulder as he moved towards what you would guess was your bedroom.

“You got what you wanted! Leave now!” Your naivety was cute, almost entertaining in a sick sense. You knew deep down that he hadn’t gotten his fill. Villains were greedy after all and he wanted everything you had to offer.

You bucked against him, only earning a quick slap of your thighs in response. Dabi stalked into your bedroom, opening the door and throwing you down onto the mattress. You bounced slightly and curled up into the headboard, while he peeled back his jacket and shirt at the edge of your bed. You could barely see him in the darkness, his face staples barely reflecting the moonlight that peaked through the curtains.

“Please. Please don’t do this. I- I don’t want this.” Your lower lip quivered and you felt embarrassed to be begging him. You were supposed to be a Hero; brave and strong until the very end. But watching Dabi strip in front of you made your bravery shrivel up and shred into a million pieces.

“That’s too bad, doll. I want this, so I’m going to take this.” Dabi grabbed ahold of your ankle, tearing you away from the headboard and flat onto your back. You kicked your other leg, trying to hit the side of his head with your heel. Dabi expected this, catching your other ankle and pinning it down. Your legs were spread open, leaving room for him to rest between.

He crawled up to your level, watching carefully as you turned your head to the side to avoid looking at his hideous face. “You’re not going anywhere this time.” He hummed, breathing into your neck as you tried to buck him off.

His lips were rough against the soft skin of your neck, working down to nip where your neck met your shoulders. You tried to distance yourself from the moisture of his mouth, but his body kept you trapped. You bit on your lip at the feeling, which sent tingles all the way to your toes.

“Stop. Get off!”

Dabi’s hand traveled down to the hem of your shorts, toying with the thin material before ripping them off in a shift motion. Your panties followed suit, exposing your core to the cool air. Instead of throwing your panties on the ground with your pants, he brought the material up to his nose before sniffing. His eyes closed and he let out a deep sigh at your scent, like it was the best thing he had ever smelt. Your jaw dropped in a mix of shock and pure repulsion. You kicked and slammed your fists against his chest, but your efforts were fruitless.

“You can fight me all you want, but I’m the only one with the real power here.” He pulled away from your neck to look into your tearful eyes, lowering himself slowly between your legs again. “Remember that the next time you parade yourself around the press.” His hands wrapped around your thighs, draping one up and over his shoulder. The cool metal of his staples skimmed across your flesh, his hands keeping you planted in place.

“What are - no!” Your mind raced as you tried to scoot back from his head, which rested between your legs.

Your breathing stunted as you shook your head adamantly, your palms pressed flat at your sides as you tried to resist. His hands stopped you before you got anywhere, keeping you pinned to the mattress while he dropped his head lower, watching you with slitted eyes.

“It’s only fair that I return the favor, doll.” You were about to cry out, but quickly clamped your mouth shut when you felt his breath against your weeping cunt. The thought of accidentally moaning or gasping at his head buried against you was enough to scare you into biting your tongue.

Dabi’s bright eyes shifted from your chest, which rose and fell quickly, and down to your cunt. His fingers dipped down to spread you further apart, blowing softly on the glistening skin. He could feel his erection press tightly against his pants, but knew that he needed to take his time. You were going to regret ever standing up from that desk at the Agency. He was going to make sure of it.

He licked his lips, giving you no time to protest as he rubbed his nose from your little hole to your clit. Your thighs tensed around his shoulder, digging your heel into his back. He grinned, watching as your hands tangled into the sheets. Sensitive. He barely even started.

You suddenly felt his tongue, which was unnaturally hot just like the rest of him. He lapped at your hole, gathering the slick that quickly bloomed and dragging it up and towards your clit. The wet muscle circled around a few times, hitting every sensitive spot he could find. Your hands gripped the sheets in attempts of grounding yourself, but it did little in blocking out the wet sounds that reached your ears.

There was nothing you could do to stop him when his finger slid into you, meeting little resistance at your sopping hole. Your back arched, the sound of his tongue licking and sucking at your clit sending your brain into a frenzy. The noises were lewd and exaggerated, giving you no mind to picture yourself elsewhere. Anywhere but here. You thought.

“Nuh!” Your hand slapped over your mouth when the moan slipped out, realizing the mistake you made immediately.

Dabi paused to glance up at you, watching you with a crooked gaze. Your terrified pupils were blown wide, lips curling back in disgust. He continued to watch you when he curled his finger, pressing directly into that spongy spot of your walls. Another mewl rumbled in your throat and you tossed your head into the sheets.

“Not so tough now, eh? And here I thought you’d have a little more fight in ya’, but you’re too busy soaking my face.” He cooed, which only made his voice sound even more raspy.

He pulled his finger out slowly, savoring in the way you gushed and clamped down on it, almost like your cunt knew that it needed to be filled. He pushed it back in, curling upwards before repeating the same motions. Over and over, he twisted and pulled his fingers, pumping them in and out.

You moaned louder this time, clenching your thighs around his head and arching your chest. The back of your mind screamed in protest, begging for the assault to stop. Your limbs felt like mush, unable to do much except squirm.

“Right there? Is that it?”

He repeated the movement a few more times as his mouth latched back onto your throbbing clit. Dabi could feel your resolve dwindle away with each passing stroke of his tongue, seeing your fists loosen and lips part open in pleasure. Your reactions spurred him on, knowing that you were close to cumming.

His cock strained behind the confinements of his jeans, still rock hard from earlier. It was pure anguish, but he knew what needed to be done. He would only have to wait a little longer… Just a little.

“Oh my.” You whimpered.

Dabi’s tongue swirled as his finger pumped in and out of you, sending you over the edge with a final cry. Your cunt gushed over his face, taking both you and him by surprise when the clear liquid squirted out suddenly. You could feel yourself clenching down on his finger, squeezing the appendage tightly as you squealed.

Dabi licked up everything he could, giving your clit one last flick as he lifted himself from your dripping heat. “Fuck doll, I didn’t think you’d take that so literal.” He wiped his face with his hands, smiling down at you.

You blushed furiously as your slick ran down his cheeks and jaw. You didn’t know which was worse, the fact that you had squirted all over him or that you had never done that before. You felt rage that he forced you to orgasm, let alone from his disgusting mouth .

Your body relented, heavy breaths leaving your cracked lips. You had been so lost in your head that you never realized Dabi lining his cock up with your hole. “No! Get off of me!” Your hands slammed into his chest, pushing against his scars.

“Relax, waterworks.” He taunted, shooting you a singular glare before pinning your wrists above your head.

Despite the slick that stuck against your thighs and ass, you knew that his cock was going to stretch you to the max. Your eyebrows shooting up when you felt him run it along your folds, gathering your arousal before prodding at your hole.

“Dabi! Just give me a sec-” Your breathing hitched when he slammed into you, eyes wide and unseeing as your head flew back into the bed. Your throat let out another piercing shriek at the sudden intrusion. The sheer size of him made your insides burn up, sending a painful twist inside your gut.

“Fuck.” He grunted. “Should’ve bent you over the desk when I first saw ya’, didn’t realize you’d be this tight.” Dabi’s eyes rolled back as he closed them, savoring the feeling of your tight, wet heat that clamped on him like a vice.

You cringed back, shutting your eyes and grinding your teeth.

Dabi rolled his hips, focusing on stuffing you full. You hissed, feeling his cock brush against your cervix. Despite the searing pain, your body was growing accustomed to his size. You could hear the faintest sound of your slick pussy squishing around him.

“Oh fuck. You’re suffocating.” Dabi bent down towards you, focusing his attack on your lips. You realized this and at the last second, turned your head away. He didn’t mind, instead focusing on peppering kisses and licks on your cheek and neck.

Tears welled up in your eyes when you felt his tongue lick at your cheek. You twisted your body, trashing in his hold in attempts to throw him off. This barely fazed him, only making him heat up his palms to get you to still.

“What would your Hero friends say if they saw you now, doll? Pinned under a Villain; squirming and cumming all over me?” Dabi teased, dropping his pelvis onto yours to hit deeper.

Your jaw slacked open at the new angle. A sudden burst of pleasure traveling up your cunt and to your head. In response, your jaw dropped to let out a low-whiny moan. You wanted to scream at him, but couldn’t find the courage to speak. You felt powerless in the situation, hiccuping and moaning as he drilled into you.

“There it is. Feels good doesn’t it?”

“Fuck. Dabi- ” He shuddered when you moaned his name, feeling his core tighten at the soft whimpering of your voice. Your brows furrowed, desperately trying to fight the feelings that he was delivering with each stroke of his cock.

“Shit. Look at you, doll. Such a pretty sight.” Dabi felt the weight of the world lift from his shoulders when his cock bottomed out inside you. Your tight gummy walls were sucking him in, squeezing him to a point that was almost painful. He never realized that you’d be this much of a slut; so easy and wet, begging to be taken.

Your eyes rolled back. You were so close, and you knew that you weren’t going to last much longer. You just wanted to focus on the pleasure, not the person that was delivering it to you. He knew instantly what you were trying to do; dropping your wrists and grabbing ahold on your peaked nipple. He gave it a sharp twist, drawing out a sharp cry as he tugged on the hardened bud.

“Stay with me.” Your hands flew to his shoulders, steadying yourself with his forceful pace. The pads of your fingers traced along his staples before quickly retreating.

Dabi chuckled, “You can touch them, they don’t hurt.” He moved your arms back over his shoulders, planting them against the textured skin. You whined and shuddered at the feeling of his skin. Every one of your senses were at their max, so sensitive and alert.

“D-dabi!” You mewled like a kitten, dragging your nails down his back when his fingers began to assault your clit again.

“Ah- would you look at that?” Dabi hovered his hand in front of your face, scissoring his index and middle finger to show you the slick that connected the two digits.

If you weren’t so wound up in the sensation of his cock dragging up and down your walls you would’ve hit him. You only squinted at him, earning a dark chuckle that reverberated against your chest.

The familiarity of tightness coiled back in your gut, snapping immediately when you saw him lick his fingers clean. The crudeness of his action sent your body over the edge and made you scream out. Your walls fluttered, causing him to drop his hand next to your head for support as his body twitched.

“There you go.” He hissed.

You were glad that your orgasm made your eyes roll back, because the look on Dabi’s face would have humiliated you more. He grinned manically, his smile stretching wide enough for him to feel his staples strain to hold the skin together. Your tongue lolling out and drool dribbling down the sides of your jaw was enough to make him peak.

Your body continued to convulse as he painted your walls white, his cum burning your insides as he filled you.

“Oh god.” You wanted to protest, but couldn’t.

“Fuck!” He moaned loud, slowing his pace before pulling out.

You twitched at the loss of contact, head tilting to rest on the bed as your arms fell from his shoulders. The feeling of his cum slipping out of your abused hole made you tingle, bringing your knees up to curl into a ball.

“You got what you wanted, now leave.” You managed to whisper, not looking in his direction as he wiped his dick on the sheets of your bed before tucking himself back into his pants.

His belt clicked as he tightened it back up. “What I wanted eh? Weren’t you the one who came twice? I don’t think we're even just yet, doll.” Dabi closed in on you, dropping beside you and wrapping an arm around your waist to pull your back against his chest.

You let him guide your exhausted body into his heated one, realizing that there was no point in fighting in your current condition. “We’re just getting started.” He cooed into your ear, nose burying into your matted locks.

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Kinktober Day 6 - Tamaki Amajiki

Welcome to day 6 of Kinktober! I hope you enjoy, please read the warnings!

Tamaki Amajiki x Reader [Smut] Warnings: Smut, tentacles, masturbation Word Count: 2k

“It’s spooky season, let’s watch a horror movie!” You cheered over to your boyfriend, Tamaki, who fiddled under your stare.

“Um, I might be a little scared – but we can watch something scary.” He shrugged back in his reply. You grinned at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, then leaned close to his face and gave his cheek a small kiss.

He blushed slightly, and chuckled, “What was that for?”

“Mm, I just love you, that’s all. I wanted to kiss my boyfriend.” You responded and pulled away, sitting back on the bed. You tugged the laptop closer to you to go and opened up a list of scary movies.

You picked a few and showed them to Tamaki as he took off his shirt to get comfortable. You eyed your boyfriend with a grin, happy to see him shirtless.

“Which movie looks good?” You asked him, not bothering hiding your stare, which you noticed made his ears even pinker.

“The villain zombie horror movie looks cool, I heard it was a good movie and that Mt. Lady stomps on a building in the movie.” He said and you nodded and decided that was the one to watch. You pressed the movie and gestured to your boyfriend to cuddle next to you. You put a blanket over the two of you and then rest the laptop on top of a pillow, resting on your legs and his legs.

“Okay, I’m gonna press play now.” You mumbled, tucking yourself close to him, and feeling the heat from his body radiated. He wrapped an arm around your body, and you gazed up to him feeling his eyes on you as well.

He hummed, questioning why you were looking at him, but you shook your head and scooted closer to him to kiss him again.

You kissed his lips gently, surprising him slightly and then he kissed you back, the arm wrapped around you pulling you closer. “Mm,” You let out against his lips, feeling a rush of warmth through your body. You slipped your tongue out and pressed it up against his bottom lip, slipping it up and around, making him moan slightly.

He opened his mouth and met your tongue with his, exploring your tongue and mouth as you adjusted yourself to put one of your legs over his hips, scooting yourself onto his body.

“Ah, you feel so good.” You whispered against his lips, breathing heavily. You pulled away slowly just to look up at his eyes, to see and feel him nodding back to you. You smirked slightly at the heavy blush on his cheeks and the way his lips were bright red.

You rubbed yourself on him, hips rolling back and forth, feeling his dick start to press up against your pussy. You sighed in pleasure as Tamaki’s grip on your hip tightened.

“Should we watch the movie?” He asked, stuttering faintly just as you pressed down on his clothed dick again.

You nodded, “Mm, I’ll press play, we can have it on in the background.” You pressed play as quickly as you could and went back to focusing on him, even though the noises played out in the beginning of the movie.

“Mm, yeah…” He trailed off, trying to focus on you, but still falling into the arousal, “that sounds good.” You leaned down to kiss him again, and he automatically opened his mouth, his tongue searing up against yours.

Your hand went down to his sweatpants, pushing them down harshly and without a thought, and went under his boxers, freeing his hard on. Your hand wrapped around his dick, jerking it just a bit with the limited movement you had.

His hips lifted up as you continued and moans fell from his lips, making you pull away from his lips. Spit connected between your lips and his, and you gazed heavily down at him. Almost instantly his hands shot up and pushed your shirt above your head and threw it somewhere else on the bed.

You weren’t wearing a bra, so his hands went up to your breasts and massaged them, sighing deeply. “You’re so pretty… I’m so lucky to have you.” He mumbled to you, making you smile sweetly to him.

“Aw sweetie, I feel the same way.” You responded. You two have been dating for about six years now, it took so long to get to this point, but you felt lucky to be able to bond with him.

As you two continued, a loud blasting sound came from your laptop, causing you both to shift and squeak in surprise. You both gazed back to the laptop screen, watching as one of the characters bursting through a room with tentacles.

You swallowed loudly at the sight, unexpectedly feeling even more horny at the sight of the tentacles. You’ve had a thing for tentacles for a while now, starting from whenever you watched and trained with Tamaki. Whenever he used his quirk and shifted his tentacles out of his body, you found it extremely hot.

Not noticing Tamaki’s attention shift over to you, you continued to awe at the sight of the tentacles. You felt a bit flustered, feeling even more aroused than usual.

“You okay?” Tamaki asked worriedly, watching as you started to breath a bit more heavily now. Instantly you looked back to him and gulped again, “Yeah, uh… yeah.”

Then you went back to looking at the screen and without meaning to, you let out, “Fuck…that’s hot.” In a whisper. Tamaki’s eyes widened as he looked at the screen.

“Love? What’s hot?” He asked, mumbling to you, but your eyes were glued to the screen. He felt a bit confused, wondering why you got so distracted. Then he looked at the screen, realizing that your attention only on the tentacles on the screen.

He almost flinched when he realized what made you so distracted. He grinned, feeling a bit surprised but happy at the revelation. He’d always worried that you hated his quirk, especially when he used his tentacles because you acted so weird around them.

You liked them!

He couldn’t believe it, and activated his quirk, turning one of his fingers into a tentacle. It wiggled its way towards your face, onto your lips. You blinked and looked down, confused at the slightly wet feeling on your lips. You gaped as you realized what it was – a tentacle. As your mouth opened to gape at it, it slipped into your mouth and wiggled around on your tongue.

You moaned at the feeling, shifting back to look at Tamaki, shocked. He grinned at your expression, noticing the lust in your eyes. He moved the tentacle out of your mouth, a question already on his lips, “Do you like that?” He asked nervously, hoping he hadn’t read the situation wrong.

Your pupils were wide, and you continued to stare at him in awe, then slowly you nodded. “Yes, I like that a lot… how did you know?” You whispered to him.

He chuckled slightly, blushing as he responded, “I kinda noticed it just now, but I can just put it away now if you want!”

“No! Don’t, it’s cool, I really like them. I just never told you because I thought you’d find it weird.” You worded out, gazing at him. He shook his head in return.

“No, I don’t find it weird. Uh,” He paused, feeling his face burn up even more, “I always wanted to try it one day, since it just feels like a part of me.”

You nodded back to him, “I didn’t know that about you, I’m glad I know now.” You gazed as the tentacle wormed around, placing itself on your shoulder.

You sighed at the feeling, squirming on his lap, causing him to groan, and wrap his arm around you tighter.

“Is it ok if I continue using it?” Tamaki’s voice came out groaning, and you instantly nodded, responding, “Yes! Please, do.”

He smiled at you, then you leaned into him, kissing him hard. The kiss became messy as you continue to moan out as he released more tentacles on your body. You didn’t notice him move the laptop to the side of the bed with his tentacles. He reached down to your panties, loving that you didn’t wear pants when you were relaxing.

His tentacle swirled down towards your clit, using it’s suction, which instantly caused you to cry out his name. “Tamaki! Oh god!” You screamed, and instantly he pulled away, eyes wide.

“Oh no, I’m so so sorry!” He quickly apologized pulling his tentacle away from your pussy. You groaned, collapsing on him.

“Baby... do that again, please. That was amazing.” You mumbled against his shoulder. He relaxed, laughing, “I thought you got hurt!”

You shook your head, “Not at all, I mean – well a little bit, but in a good way. I loved it.” You laughed, then quickly stopped talking as you felt his tentacle slip down there again, rubbing against your clit.

He gradually started to rub harder, making you moan louder as you kissed down his neck. You gasped as his tentacles pulled you up into the air, and you looked down at him in confusion, but quickly, you felt one tentacle pull your underwear down your legs.

Still keeping you in the air, one tentacle pushed slowly into your pussy as another started to suction around your clit again. Another two tentacles started suctioning your nipples, and as you opened your mouth to cry out, one slid its way into your mouth.

“Tamaki,” You struggled to get out, eyes almost rolling back as pleasure rolled onto you more and more. You wished you could touch him or at least do something, but the sensation was too much. The tentacle that was holding you up squeezed around your waist, and you moaned as you felt one circling around your hair and pulling it back.

You’ve never believed it would lead to this, but it was incredible. Tamaki wrapped his free hand around his dick and started pumping it. You groaned around the tentacle in your mouth, making out with it sloppily as Tamaki groaned out your name.

You felt him slither in and out of your pussy at the same pace as his hand wrapped around his cock. It was way too much pleasure, you couldn’t even warn him that you were about to come. His eyes locked onto yours as you gagged against the tentacle.

“I’ve always wanted to do this.” He confessed, slowly adding on with a heavy blush, “Wanted to watch you with my tentacles around every part of your body. It feels so good, the way you’re squeezing me, the way your mouth feels.” His voice came out as a hushed whisper, and he stuttered slightly getting the words out.

“If I’d known you wanted this to happen too, I would’ve done this way sooner.” He admitted, and you nodded back as best as you could, and that was the point your orgasm hit you. You felt it flood over you and your eyes rolled back, moaning and whimpering.

Tamaki watched you, flushing deeply as he brought himself to his orgasm. You felt yourself coming hard and his tentacles continued their actions, fucking you and suctioning your clit and nipples. It extended your orgasm as he finally started to come too.

His cum spurt out over his stomach and some got onto his tentacles as they slowly lowered you down back onto the bed. You were whimpering as he slowly pulled out of you and stopped his actions. All of his tentacles pulled away and he turned them back into his fingers.

Wordlessly, he tucked an arm around your body as you started to calm down and come back. He kissed your cheek and wiped the sweaty hair that stuck to your face.

“Sweetheart? Are you feeling alright? I overdid it didn’t I?” He asked worriedly, as you blinked slowly at him.

“Hmm,” You groaned out, looking towards him and smiling dozily, “That was fucking great.”

He laughed silently and nodded, “You’re alright though? Let me go get some towels to clean up and a glass of water for you.” You nodded back to him and breathed in deeply.

Wow, you did not expect that to happen when you picked that movie, but that was fucking amazing.

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lovelywritinglady · 10 months

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hi can i recwest a uzui x reader where uzui have a argment and gat a divors and yn is pregnet years later when the child and he rillast that it is his child and has a tak whif yn and trase to fics everifing

if you canpleas do thak you and have a grat day

I’d love to!💜

Mistakes

Tengen Uzui x fem!Reader

You and Tengen got into a heated argument after a demon hunt gone wrong. He says some extremely hurtful words. You decide to leave him because you know you don’t deserve that. What you didn’t know was that you were pregnant with his child. Angst, slight fluff, Tengen being a dick, mentions of pregnancy, cursing, and other mature themes.

Your pov

"You nearly got us killed, what are you and idiot?" My husband Tengen yelled at me.

"It was an accident, I'm sorry!" I yelled back

"You cannot afford accidents like this Y/N!" He roared stepping closer to me causing me to flinch slightly.

"I'm sorry." I whispered

"Sorry won't even begin to cover the fucking stupitity of your actions! You have no right being a demon slayer with how dumb you are. I can't believe I married someone like you!" he yelled looking me dead in the eye with fury.

"Fuck you!" I snapped as my anger began rising as tears filled my eyes.

"Real mature Y/N, get the hell out of my house until you can learn some respect and basic combat moves." he said as he began walking away as I began to sob.

"Where the hell am I going to stay! Tengen, I'm your wife!' I cried walking towards him.

"Hell if I care, just get your things and don't come back until you aren't so incopitent." he snapped walking away into another room.

I stood there unable to think, feel, or understand the situation. My body moved on its own and next thing I knew I was out of mt home with a bag packed walking only god knows where. It was getting dark, but I didn't care all I knew is that I was no longer wanted, needed, or loved by the man that swore he would protect me and love me no matter what. So much for promises. I kept walking until the sun began to rise, my thoughts much clearer now and my tears no longer flowing down my face. I decided to go live with my older sister, Misa, who lives on the other side of the country. Her and I have always been close, and I just hoped I would never see that asshole again.

One Month Later

I feel unbelievebly sick, as every morning and evening I spill my guts out. I have an uncontroable hunger and yet anytime I try to eat something I feel once again that I want to throw up. I feel miserable not just physically, but mentally too. Despite his words, I still love my husband. He use to be my everything, but I suppose I was never his. He claimed that he couldn't believe that he married me and just thinking about those poisonus words make my body ache once more. Tears I try not to spill came fourth with so much eagerness that I had no time to stop them. I hated myself for crying over him, but I suppose I was really crying for the man he use to be. I knew in my heart that I would always love him, but now I can never be with someone who so easily made me feel like my very existence meant nothing. I heard a faint knocking that pulled me out of my thoughts as the sweet voice of my sister filled the room.

"How are you feeling this morning, Y/N?" Misa asked as she sat next to me putting her hand on my forhead.

"Not great." I sighed smiling at her wiping away my tears.

"Y/N, I really think we should get you a doctor. This has been going on too long." She suggested taking her hand off my head.

"I think your right Misa." I sighed

"I didn't want to say anything to you, but I really think you're pregnant." she said in a whisper

"What!" I whisper yelled

"You're showing signs and don't worry if you are. I will always take care of you." Misa reassured

"Lets hope I'm not then." I said nervously.

Two days later the doctor came, she was a sweet older lady that had a warm smile and a small figure. She came into my room and inspected me in all they ways she could. My nerves at this point were all consuming as I really did not want to be pregnant, especially since I knew who the father was.

"My dear you have no fever and no true illness. What you are expierencing, is early signs of pregnancy." she said with a smile

"I see, I guess my sister was right then." I stated sadly

"Are you not happy, I'm sure your husband will be." she stated with a concerned look on her face.

"My husband no longer wants me." I answered doing my best not to cry once more.

"Oh, I am so sorry, my dear." She said grabbing my hand.

"Thank you, I just have no idea what to do now." I said honestly

"That's just something you're going to have to figure out for yourself. At the end of the day you need to do what's best for your child." She spoke seriously

"Yes, I suppose you're right." I sighed

"Of course I'm right dear, I am a doctor." she joked

"Hey, is everything alright in here?" my sister asked as she knocked on the door.

"It will be." I whispered touching my belly.

Three Years And Six Months Later

My son, Kei, is now nearly three years old. He's a rowdy child that seems to always be obsessed with what is going on outside. Whether is rainy, snowy, or sunny, he's always begging to go outside. I can't complain though as I love nature and seeing his little cheeks puffed up when he askes is always so cute. Kei looks a little bit like his father as he got most of his features from me. His eyes are the same color as my ex husband and his personality matches. His hair is a lighter shade of h/c, which gave me relief. I still haven't told Tengen about our son, nor do I want to. Part of me feels selfish, but part of me doesn't want to subject him to a man like Tengen. Although, when they do meet, I hope he is kind to his son. Kei is too sweet and kind to have to be around a father that verbally abuses him. I just couldn't live with myself if I let my baby be hurt by him.

In these three years, I haven't had a full time job. Mostly they have been part time jobs and my sister has been providing for me and my son. She claimes that since she doesn't have a family that this is no trouble, but Kei is old enough where I can start working full time. It took a long time to find job, but one day my sister came into the house screaming that she found a job that was perfect for me.

"Y/N, this is a landscaping job." she nearly yelled in my ear

"Huh, that's a little different than the jobs that I'm looking for, but hey if they are hiring then I'll take it." I said confifently

"Mama what's going on?" Kei asked as he walked into the room with a sleepy expression.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to wake you up." I cooed opening my arms for my son. He then picked up the pace and ran into my arms crushing me with all of his nearly three year old strength.

"Its okay." he sighed playing with his fingers with a small tired pout

"Your mama just found a job, Kei." my sister said with a smile at her nephew

"Okay." he said disinterested. I smiled at this, he's so small and perfect and despite the fact that my pregnancy was not the easiest, it was worth it.

Two weeks later I found myself walking towards my new job. It was a sunny day and part of myself wished Kei was here to enjoy it with me. I can almost hear his voice calling my name begging me to play with him. I was lucky to have been blessed with him. My thoughts of my perfect child came to a halt as the gates of the house I would be working at came into view. Taking a deep breath I began walking to what I thought was the front door. This property was absolutely beautiful. Everything seemed like it was perfect, not even a pebble out of place. It was a calming place that seemed to inspire peace. For some reason this place looked oddly familiar and it only now hit me that this was the place where the master lived. Tengen had taken me here years ago when he became hashira while I was just starting to become a demon slayer. Before I left, I was one rank away from being hashira. I thought about training again, but now that I have my son I felt it was irresponsible. Plus I could never leave him.

"You must be Y/N." The master suddenly said and it made me wonder how long he was there for.

"Yes sir, its very nice to meet you. Thank you for having me." I said bowing to show respect to him.

"Of course. I am aware of your situation and am happy to give you work here." He said with a smile." Come with me and I'll show you the grounds.

Two weeks later

Working at this mansion feels peaceful and the work is harder than I expected, but the pay is well worth it. Today I raked, cut grass, and tended to the luscious gardens. The sun beamed down on me giving me a slight headache. Thankfully the day was almost over for me so that I could go home to my son and my sister. Kei has been begging me to take him here ever since my sister told him that the hashira train here. I have been reluctant of it since seeing Tengen might be a possiblilty and seeing a child in my arms was a conversation that I simply did not want to have yet, even though I knew one day it would happen. I heard light footsteps approach me. turning my head I saw one of the other workers and smiled at him. He was a kind man that was around my age and he and I had talked a few times.

"Hey there, how's the work today?" He questioned with a sweet smile.

"Same as always although its a little hotter than usual." I responded

"Yeah, but I like it when its hot because I know that cooler weather is around the corner." he said with a content smile

"That would be nice." I chuckled

"Oh, you should know that the hashira will be here tomorrow." he said seriously

"Well, I'll make sure to make myself scarce." I said trying to mask my nervousness.

"Don't, all you need to do is smile and show them respect." He smiled

"Will do." I laughed standing up.

"Well I will see you tomorrow and tell your son I said hi." he smirked

"I'll make sure to tell him, see you tomorrow." I bowed

I watched him leave with a fake smile on my face. As soon as he was out of sight I sighed as my stomach throbbed with uncomfortable uneasiness as I began waking to the shed to put my tools away with my head hung low. I was no where okay with the fact that Tengen was going to be here tomorrow. I thought that maybe I should call in sick, but no one would believe that. Even if they did, I’d feel too guilty about it. The best thing to do was to avoid seeing him and focus on my work. If I keep my head down and not do any quick movements, then he won’t see me, hopefully. My thoughts were completely consumed with my nerves that I didn’t even register that I had bumped into someone until I heard someone speaking.

“Hey watch where you walk, alright.” The voice snapped

“Forgive me, I wasn’t looking.” I said frantically bowing as to show respect and forgiveness.

“Y/N?” The voice questioned lowing its tone. I then stood up and as my eyes met with the stranger I immediately tended up. My breath hitched and my stomach dropped into the ground. The one and one Tengen Uzui stood before me in all of his flashy glory.

“Uhh, you gonna say anything?” He joked as his eyes raked over my body.

“Um hi.” I stuttered slightly unsure of what the hell to even do. And I tended even more so when his body came crashing into mine in a bone crushing hug. I could feel his urgency and I almost allowed myself to met into his arms. But I couldn’t because I knew it wasn’t right.

“I missed you.” He mumbled into my hair. “I’m so sorry Y/N, you didn’t deserve that.” He cried.

“I know.” I said monotone still unsure what to do. Do I tell him about our son or do I keep my mouth shut and pretend like any of this is okay?

“Where have you been?” He questioned breaking the hug but still standing close. I looked up at him and sighed.

“Here and there, but mostly I’ve been living with my sister.” I said honestly. I really couldn’t lie to this man he’s really good at sporting liars. As much as I hated him, I really didn’t feel like lying to him.

“Ahh so that’s where you’ve been. I though your sister moved away from here.” He said curiously.

“She was going to, but she decided to stay.” I responded trying not to show too much emotion.

“Guess I should’ve looked there.” He joked

“You looked for me?” I questioned as I raised an eyebrow.

“Of course I did you’re my wife and I love you.” He scoffed as though he was offended.

“I just thought you wouldn’t care.” I mumbled

“Of course I care.” Tengen sighed

“Well you sure as hell didn’t act like it then.” I snapped

“You’re right, I didn’t I was too hard on you. You made a simple mistake. Hell I’ve made mistakes too. Making mistakes in this line of work is never good, but no one died. I should’ve been easier on you and I’m sorry.” He spoke. His eyes were pleading with mine saying silent apologies.

“Thank you for apologizing, but I can’t forgive you right now. You make me feel like I was nothing and I’m not just going to forgive that easily. I know one day I will, but I just can’t now.” I whispered as tears threatened my eyes.

“That’s understandable, I just hope one day that we can be together again. I miss you and honestly you’re the best aspect of life.” He said with a longing gaze.

“I’m not sure about that. That might take a long time. I don’t exactly trust you.” I spoke honestly.

“Fair enough.” He sighed. I reluctantly decided that I should just rip the bandaid off. Kei was his son and as much as I hated to admit it, Tengen was honest about his apologies. That man doesn’t half ass anything. So I thought this might be the time.

“Look Tengen I-“Just as I was about to tell him the screeching voice of my child filled my ears and I knew I was fucked.

“Mama!” Kei screeched as he ran straight towards me crushing me into a hug. He nuzzled his head into my thigh and despite how nervous I was I smiled at how cute my baby was.

“We have a child.” I finished with an awkward smile. Tengen stood there stiff and unmoving which was strange for him. I had never seen him tense up like this ever and I began to regret not going home sooner.

“Mama who’s this and why is he so tall.” Kei questioned waking up to Tengen. “Hey, you okay?” He said as he poked Tengens hand.

“Ummm.” Tengen said still shocked at the fact that Kei, his son, was standing right there. Matching pink eyes and all.

“Ummm?” Kei questioned craning his head to the side. “That’s a weird name.” Kei said in disgust.

“Baby this is Tengen Uzui and he’s a hashira. And he’s also your father.” I said trying to stay as calm and collected as possible.

“You’re my dad.?” Kei asked Tengen with cute excited smile on his cubby face.

“Yeah, I guess I am kid.” Tengen whispered crouching down and pulling Kei towards him in a loving him. “I’m your dad.” Tengen cried.

I began to shed a few tears at how cute this meeting was. I felt slightly bad that I didn’t tell Tengen about our son, but I had good reasons not to. I’m just so glad that he seems to be a better and nicer man. My thoughts then came to a haunt as I noticed my sister wasn’t here nor was was neighbor that Kei likes to hang out with. Meaning he came here alone.

“Kei honey, did you walk here alone.” I questioned with my hands on my hips.

“Umm no.” He quickly said.

“Kei answer your mother honestly.” Tengen said sternly but not too much as to scare the child.

“Yeah okay I came here by myself. But I really missed you!” Kei cried quickly to defend himself

“I missed you too, but you need to wait until I get home.” I sighed looking at how adorable my son looked with a pout.

“Okay.” He said reluctantly. Smiling at my son hugging his father brought peace to me. And I then decided to do something that would bring us all together.

“Tengen, would you like to join us for dinner?” I questioned still looking at the cute scene before me.

“Absolutely I would!” He exclaimed standing up and picking up our son, swinging him in the air.

“Yay!” Kei screeched

Making eye contact with Tengen I have him a small smile. His eyes looked relaxed and happy and I’m glad that he found out about or son. He then came up to me smiling as well.

“Y/N thank you for allowing me to be with him. I will do by best to be the father he deserves and hopefully one day the man you deserve if that’s what you’d like.” He spoke

“Thank you, I’m sure you will. And for that second bit only time can tell.” I joked

“Sounds good to me. Alright shall we go?” Tengen suggested

“Yeah, I wanna show you my room!” Kei said

“I bet it’s the flashiest room ever.” Tengen said matching Kei’s energy.

“It sure is!” I exclaimed content about the situation that I was in. But I wondered something.

“Hey why are you here early?” I asked Tengen

“The master told me to come early.” He spoke

“Why?” I asked

“No idea, but something tells me this was the reason.” He spoke softly

“Maybe.” I responded shaking my head at the thought that the master was trying to play match maker again.

We walked to the house as Kei held Tengens hand as well as he could. While the adults caught up on the years and for the first time in a long time I felt happy to be near Tengen.

Thank you so much for reading💜 Thank you to whoever requested this! Sorry it took longer than expected.

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her-satanic-wiles · 6 months

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October 16th

Public Sex, Papa Emeritus II x Reader

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Words: 3.3k

Warnings: Public sex; cheating; exhibitionism; power play; abuse of power; forced cucking (so, dubcon); fingering; piv; vaginal sex; unprotected sex; public masturbation; degradation; finger sucking; cum eating?; breeding kink; creampie;

Taglist: @sodoswitchimage @enchantedbunny @bitchywitchygardener @thew0man @sodomiser @the-did-i-ask @copias-sewer-rat @gehrmansbignaturals

🔞 MDNI 🔞

As this is dark fiction, I'm choosing to rate it 21+. Please respect my rating. Thank you.

I went a bit feral with this... please enjoy the depravity.

Papa Emeritus II was, for lack of a better term, a menace to the Ministry. He had always been a bit of a ladies’ man, but upon taking over Papacy from his older brother, he became a pure, unadulterated nightmare. For the most part, he never abused his power. He never threw his title around and stomped his feet every time he couldn’t get something his way. He would always sit back, contemplate, and form a solution even if it wasn’t the ideal outcome. However, he hated most of the Clergy members. Most of the Cardinals that surrounded him, the Bishops, just most of the people who decided that they would try and brown nose their way to Secondo’s position. Or at least into becoming his right-hand man.

The thing about Secondo was, he never had right-hand men. Knew all he needed to know about men given that he was one and, quite frankly, he couldn’t stand them. No, no, Secondo had right-hand women and enbies. Career-driven, powerful women, and enbies that had tempers and formidable demeanours rivalling that of Mt. Vesuvius. To be perfectly honest, his previous right-hand would have made Vesuvius shake to the size of the Viminal Hill in Roma.

Secondo would never sleep with his right-hand and personal team, of course not! And how dare you suggest such a thing? That would be a breach of his power, a total imbalance of the Force. No, no. He would never sleep with them. He would, of course, provide pleasure should they ask for it, though. The man was an open book many had read. A beautiful person teary-eyed and complaining that their spouse wasn’t pleasing them right? Ugh, a plague on their house. As leader of the Satanic Church, where the vulva’s orgasm was the utmost of their priorities by order of the Dark Lord and father, Lucifer, it was his right - no! His duty as Papa to make sure that this person felt loved and appreciated, and so overstimulated they could hardly walk. But that was neither here nor there. It was only his duty after all.

So, needless to say, when sweet, young, distraught you walked into his office in tears, he was beside himself. His favourite Sibling is struggling? No, this can’t happen - not on his watch. You didn’t want to tell him at first for fear of being unprofessional, but Papa was insistent you unburdened yourself. When you explained that you’d caught your partner in bed with another Sibling and he didn’t feel in any way remorseful for what he’d done, Secondo almost hit the roof. He was only able to keep himself calm for your sake. However, once he was no longer seeing red, devising a plan was as simple and easy as taking candy from a baby. Your partner was a piece of shit to you, but he was also just a general piece of shit. He was one of those brown-nosers who was after a higher position in the Ministry. He practically sold you into Secondo’s employment so you could put in a good word with Papa. But you were the kindest, sweetest, most angelic in the Ministry, and Secondo couldn’t quite bring himself to hate or be wary of you. And so now he was hatching his own plan for revenge on your behalf.

There were plenty of things he could have done, but only one thing he wanted to do. One thing that would really send a message. You. And with your consent he did just that. Papa was, unsurprisingly, the best you’d ever had. And every time you two slept together you were reminded of just how awful your partner was and how much you’d been screwed over. And so by welcoming Papa into your bed you were actively disrespecting your partner in a private way. And while it was good enough the first three times, your partner was none the wiser and was certainly not being shamed for it. Revenge is best served cold, but yours had only just entered the fridge.

You didn’t have a plan so much as a spontaneous idea stemming from the perfect situation. The Clergy had a twice-yearly dinner that all the higher members and their partners would attend. Meaning you would be there with him. And you were just as stunning as usual. You chose an emerald, sequin ensemble that made you look divine and flattered your body in such a way all eyes were on you. And this clearly frustrated your partner as when Secondo found you in one of the alcoves you were sobbing again. “He was fucking her in one of the rooms. Sister Imperator informed me. Now she knows, everyone else will.”

Secondo wrapped you into a warm hug and allowed you to cry into his robes. He was a bitter, miserable old man to most, but to those closest to him he was insanely kind and thoughtful. Ruthless and intimidating, but wonderful. “I want to embarrass him.” Secondo told you. “I want to humiliate him the most. Sathanas, if I could, I’d spread you on the dinner table and have my way with you in front of him, and watch him try to keep his cool head in front of the entire Clergy.”

You didn’t know what came over you. You didn’t know why you said what you said, but you looked him in the eye, wiped a tear away and said, “Do it.”

Secondo was clearly taken aback because he asked for clarification.

“I want him to hurt. I want him to suffer. I want you to let everyone know how much of a piece of shit he is. Ostracise him.”

Secondo gulped and looked at you with wide eyes and his hands tightened their grip on your waist. He let out an involuntary groan at the thought and before either of you could change your minds, he took you by the hand and led you back to the dining hall. He waited a second longer just so that you could make sure you looked presentable and like you hadn’t been affected by your partner’s infidelity and you entered the room, disappointed to see he still wasn’t back yet. Secondo had a plan, though, kissed your hand and told you to sit in your seat until your partner came back. Secondo would go back to his.

The power he exuded just walking back to his high backed seat had your thighs rubbing together to relieve the pressure that was building in your core. He sat down, tilted slightly to the right and resting his whole body on the arm rest, with his knees spread apart and anger in his eyes. He was intimidating, almost emanating a black smoke that subtly alerted people to his foul mood and warned them to steer clear. Your eyes were so fixed onto his, you didn’t notice your partner had walked back through the door with his own lover following moments after, until you watched Secondo’s eyes trained onto him and glowering as he came over and placed a chaste kiss to your temple. As subtly as he wanted, Secondo patted his thigh while making eye contact with you, inviting you to come over to your Papa. And you did just that, making excuses to your partner and walking over to Secondo, butterflies fluttering in your stomach in fear but mostly excitement.

Secondo took hold of your hand once more and placed a kiss to the back of it, chivalrously greeting you and welcoming you back into his presence. He decided against making a speech, believing that in this instance actions speak louder than words, and so he delicately grabbed you by the waist and guided you to sit atop his lap, the backs of your knees hooked over the armrest he was leaning on before. Now his hand rested on your thigh, and his thumb was stroking the sequined material there while his eyes gazed up at you. He sat up, stretching his back all the way up so his lips could reach your neck and attached them to your most sensitive spot. He chuckled when your eyes fluttered closed and a breathy moan escaped you. “Straddle me.” He ordered, loud enough for only you to hear.

You obeyed, hiking your outfit to it’s most comfortable position and allowing you to sit comfortably on his lap. People had begun to take notice now, but conversations were still being had. He cupped your face and pulled you down for a kiss, wasting absolutely no time in making it as filthy as he possibly could. Never had Secondo been so brazen as take a Clergy member’s wife into his lap and treat her like a common whore in front of the whole Clergy. The thought alone excited him more than he could possibly say.

His gloved hands came down your hips and grasped onto your ass cheeks, pulling your body closer to him and giving them a rough squeeze. Into his mouth, you moaned, loud enough now for more to start taking notice and conversations to begin dwindling. You barely heard the hushed whispers of people discussing how scandalous it was. But the whispers didn’t stop Secondo from taking one of his hands to his lips and spitting on it. Nor was he deterred from pulling your clothes to give him better access to your core. The only face and voice he was focussed on was yours as his middle finger made contact with your now sensitive clit. The only reaction he gave was when he watched your mouth hang open with the pleasure from the leather. Your face alone was almost enough to make him cum in his robes, but he did everything he could to make sure that the only place he’d cum tonight was inside you.

When you had gotten used to the feeling of his finger on your clit, he once again spat on his finger and used that one to breach your walls, tapping up just as you liked and making you let out a much louder moan. Whoever’s attention you didn’t get, you had now. Your hips began to move on their own in a grinding motion so you could wriggle his fingers deeper into your desperate hole. When he added a second finger, your loud moan was coupled by your back arching and your head falling backwards, allowing you to open your eyes briefly to see the entire Clergy staring back at you. Most had amused faces or disappointed looks, but your eyes flickered over to your partner to witness the look of sheer fury on his beet-red face. There was his spouse, in the lap of Papa Emeritus II, getting her pussy pleasured by him in front of the whole Ministry. You felt your nipples growing hard beneath your clothes at the thought of his embarrassment, and just how much he wanted to stop this but had no authority or power. No one did. Secondo was head of the Satanic church now - he could do what he liked. Which is how you’d both been allowed to go on for as long as you had.

“Papa!” You screamed as he hit a particularly great spot inside of you.

Secondo chuckled. “There?”

“There!”

“Cum for everyone here, principessa. Show them how pretty you look when you cum on Papa’s fingers.”

And oh boy, did you. Secondo’s fingers were playing you like an instrument he’d been playing for years. It was like he knew every single one of your quirks and desires and used them against you while he touched you. The combined eyes of the upper-Clergy and your irate partner’s expression caused you to tip quickly over the edge and cry out as you did so, toes curling and eyes shutting.

Once you’d come down, Secondo guided you to the table where he gently sat you upon it, situating himself in between your open, yet tired, legs. Secondo’s voice sounded again, “Ripple!” He called.

One of his Ghouls came forth instantly and waited for his master’s instructions. “Yes, Papa?”

Secondo’s eyes moved towards your partner and he grinned slightly. “Make sure all the paperwork for Mx. ______’s divorce is prepared. I want her free from that cheating scumbag as quickly as possible.”

“Of course, Papa. Right away.”

Ripple turned and made his exit, and when you watched him go, your eyes locked onto a particular Cardinal whose sinful smirk had caught your attention: Cardinal Terzo Emeritus. He stood, clearly not comfortable seeing what was about to come next, but he shot you a casual salute before picking up his glass of wine and pulling his own squeeze for the night, and his personal Ghoul with him as he walked away. Of course Terzo appreciated this display, it was probably something he’d do himself if he was given the opportunity. Rumours of his own infamous orgies spread like wildfire after every single one - this would normally be right up his alley.

Secondo, still looking at your partner and once your cunt was exposed to Secondo and only him, proceeded to press himself inside you. This animalistic display of dominance was almost too much for you - you were about to go feral over Secondo and the way he was silently daring your partner to do something as you were willingly defiled in front of everyone. The gasps other people made as Secondo was sinking himself into you set your body on fire, and you fell backwards onto the table allowing Papa to see you entirely.

“Are you ready, principessa?” Secondo asked looking down at you.

“Yes! Please fuck me, Papa!”

He gripped onto your soft waist for leverage as he started his movements, snapping in and out of you over and over again and making you scream with each hit. You were, perhaps, going a little overboard with some of the noises you made, but the majority of them were completely involuntary. Secondo’s cock was the best you’d had, and his attention to your body made him an expert in you. He knew you liked it rougher, filthier than most of his previous partners. And now he could add exhibitionism to the list. The way you clenched around him every time you locked eyes with someone new made his own grunts and groans appear.

“Does that feel good, principessa?” Secondo asked, his eyes locked onto your body as it jiggled with the force of his thrusts. “Do you like the Clergy watching your Papa fuck you?”

“Yes!”

“Do you like watching the Clergy touch themselves while your Papa fucks you?”

“Oh fuck!”

Secondo wasn’t lying, there were numerous Cardinals and Archbishops present, rubbing their very obviously hard cocks over their robes as they watched Secondo bury himself deep inside you over and over again. And fuck did it turn you on to see that. Quite a few people had left for reasons you couldn’t ascertain, meaning the people that were left either wanted to remember this whole scene for later, or enjoy it while it was still live. You had noticed that the remainder of Papa’s Ghouls were ushering people out as well, no doubt to give you as much privacy as possible under the strange circumstances.

Your cunt tightened, however, when you locked eyes with your partner once more, laughing deliriously at the look on his face. He couldn’t look away from you whoring yourself out to Papa - like this! While you still looked at him, you let out a loud, obnoxious moan, and set your hands to work. One pinched your nipple and played with it while it was still under the fabric of your outfit, the other moved down to your clitoris and rubbed it matching Secondo’s pace. This earned you an appreciative grunt from him.

While your eyes were still locked onto your partner’s, Secondo spoke again. “Tell me, whose cock is better? Mine or his?”

“Satan! Your c-cock is so much better, Papa!”

“Why, principessa?”

“You’re b-bigger! And you reach deep inside of me. Oh fuck! Papa, you feel so good! You always touch me in places he can’t reach!”

“Poor baby. Did he always leave you unsatisfied?”

“Yes!”

“Could he make you cum?”

“No! E-every time he fucked me I was disappointed!”

“How many times have I had you, principessa?” When you couldn’t answer, Secondo grew impatient. He landed a particularly hard thrust against your cervix that had you screaming. “How many times?”

“Four!”

“How many times have you cum around my cock?”

“Fuck, Papa! I don’t remember.”

“Try harder for me. How many?”

“Maybe - fuck, Papa! T-ten times? Papa, you’re gonna split me in half!”

“Where did we fuck the first time, principessa?”

“On his desk! I’m so close, Papa, please!”

“You’re mine now, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, Papa!”

“Say it.”

“I’m yours, Papa! I belong to only you now. I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“Cum for me. Show him what he’s been missing out on all this time. Remind him how much of a waste of space he is.”

With one final flick of your wrist, you came undone on Secondo’s cock, your body tensing and locking as you rose off the table. Your breath escaped you and your eyes widened. You couldn’t breathe or see. All you could do was feel. Feel your fingers still working at your clit while Papa continued to ride you in front of the Clergy members that were left behind. He was still going as you came down from your second orgasm. His gloved fingers wrapped around your hands and brought yours to his lips. His tongue flicked out as he took each individual finger into his mouth, sucking off your cum from them and moaning as he did.

“Papa!” You called up to him weakly. “I want you to cum deep in my cunt!”

He took your fingers out of his mouth and grunted in agreement. “You want Papa’s cum?”

“Yes! I want you to fill me up. I want you to fuck me full of your cum and show everyone who I belong to. Remind everyone I’m yours.”

“Knock you up,” he grunted, “do what your failure of a spouse couldn’t.”

“Please, Papa! Cum inside me!”

“Be a good girl for Papa and take it all, won’t you?”

“Yes, Papa!”

“Take it, principessa. Take every fucking drop.”

And with that, it was Papa’s turn to topple over the edge. He stilled inside you and let out a gutteral groan, releasing his seed and filling you just as you asked him to. You’d won. Your partner was completely humiliated, but the cruel beast inside you wanted to take it one extra step. Once Secondo had pulled himself out of you, you sat up and swivelled round on the table, resting your back against him. Papa took this opportunity to kiss your neck and move up to bite your ear, hanging over you protectively and dominant just to further stake his claim to you. You spread your legs once more, and showed your partner exactly what had just transpired. You shot him a smug look as you spread your cunt apart and Secondo’s cum began to drip out of you and onto the table. All of the orgasms Secondo had given you were exquisite, but watching your partner walk out of the dining hall a smaller person than before came as a close second.

Just before he left, Secondo shot him a middle finger that only you were really paying attention to, and it made you giggle. It made Secondo giggle, too. This whole ordeal had been about revenge but it also brought you closer to Secondo - and right now, even though you were still in front of a few people, the whole moment felt very intimate and private. That was when you realised you were falling for him.

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