#tw: connoncon

[saturnsorbits]

Shadows

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Dark Content, NonCon to Con-NonCon, Villain!Kirishima (Blood Riot), Villain!Bakugo (Ground Zero), Rough Sex, Audio Voyeurism, Forced Breeding, A Smidge of Suggested KiriBaku. If I’ve Missed Anything Please Let Me Know! Word Count: 4.1k.

Summary: Blood Riot has a bone to pick with your boyfriend, but neither of you could have guessed it would also help you both indulge in a dark fantasy.

-> This piece contains DARK CONTENT - please heed the warnings <-

A/N: Just a quick thank you to @/kingkatsuki (not tagging bc I don’t want to be a bother 😅) for giving this a little read over a few months ago. Her comments where an invaluable comfort and lead me to re-write this piece with (hopefully) a little more spice. It’s still not as ‘dark’ as I’d like, but I’m trying. Okay, guys 🤣

Having such an incredible person, not only as a fellow writer, but as a friend is honestly more than I could ask for. Jo is one of the most amazingly talented people i’ve ever met and one of the nicest, most encouraging people on this whole damn site to boot. She’s a credit to all of us, the community and the characters she writes for. We’re not worthy of her, truly. Thank you, Jo! 💕

Your keys are clutched in your fist before you even leave the building. The metal is cold against your skin as you readjust your grip, the slender stem of the mortice key sticking out from just below your curled palm. Excitement thrums in your veins.

'Do'ya need me to walk you home?' Your colleague, Mirio, smiles pressing a palm to the glass of the lobby door. He stands aside, letting you pass.

'Best not.' You arc your eyebrows, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, anxious to get going.

'It's just – It's dark and y'know...' He swallows, throat bobbing as he flashes a grin and steps closer lowering his voice to a whisper. '… That villain was seen a few blocks from here. You don't want to risk running into the likes of him on your own.'

You resist the urge to laugh, biting down on your lip hard to stop the chuckle that threatens to bubble up your throat. That, you don't tell him, is exactly what you want. 'I'll be fine.'

'Are you sure?' Pulling a hand from his pocket, Mirio reaches out tapping his fingers against your elbow. 'I'm pretty good company.'

Forcing a smile to your lips, you take a measured step away. 'I'm meeting my boyfriend. I think I'll be fine.'

Instantly, Mirio's face bursts into flames. 'Oh.' He looks at his shoes, then back up again – a faint dusting of rose still clear on his cheeks.

'Well, I should get going then. Make sure you get home safe, yeah?'

'See you next week.' Throwing up a small wave, you turn, not bothering to wait for him to return your pleasantry before you're almost bolding down the road.

It's a nice-enough night. There are a few clouds lingering in the sky, dragged along by a steady breeze that bites at the tips of your elbows and knees. Quiet consumes the street, broken only by the distant hum of a late-night taxi fare and the consistent tap-tap-tap of your heels as you hurry as fast as your half-freezing legs can carry you.

You're barely half-way home when something moves in the darkness behind you. The pool of light offered by the street-lamps are no match for the pitch that obscures anything more than a few feet from each island of safety. Even if you wanted to see anything lingering in the night, you're not sure you'd be able to.

Swallowing, you resist the urge to run as your senses kick into high-gear. With your heart jack-rabbiting in your chest, it's hard to hear the tell-tale crunching of boots on concrete, but you know they're there. Hauling in a breath, you clutch your keys tighter and then, take a very deliberate left turn down a thin, dingy alleyway. You're barley a dozen steps in when you hear the footsteps stop. A shadow looms over you, blocking out the fragile light of the moon. The hairs on your body prickle as goose-flesh coats your arms, but you don't turn around: not yet.

'What do we have here?'

The voice sends a shiver of pure ice down your spine. Your throat constricts, stomach dropping through the floor as a new, very real fear wraps around your lungs.

That isn't the voice of your boyfriend.

Within seconds the footsteps start up again. They creep forward, each step bringing with it the grind of rubber and the dull clank of metal. The shadow on the concrete stretches, swelling as it swallows more and more of the alleyway in front of you. 'Dangerous for a silly, little thing like you to be out this late. Didn't anyone tell you...'

You can feel his breath on your neck as he spits his words onto your skin. There's a low growl, something that reverberates in his throat and then he's leaning down and speaking right beside your ear. '… There's a villain on the loose.'

Spinning on a heel, you readjust your keys in your hand before driving the blunt edge of your key into his chest, but as soon as it collides with hardened skin it snaps.

There's a low chuckle from above you. 'Got some fight in you, huh?’

Your mouth runs dry.

Blood Riot is a sight to behold. Towering above you with ease, his chin tilted down, you can just make out the flash of a dark, split tongue as he flicks it out to lick at his teeth. A mane of deep red frames his face, falling down his back in rough waves that cut off just below his shoulders. His costume leaves little to the imagination, giving you full view of his broad chest and the thick layer of black hair that trails between bulging muscles before dipping below the waistband of his belt.

'Am I a disappointment?' He cocks his head. 'You where expecting someone else, weren't you?.. Ground Zero is a little tied up, I'm afraid.'

'He knows I'm here...' Taking another step backwards, you try and control the hammering in your chest. 'He'll -'

'Oh, sweetheart.' Sucking air over his teeth, Kirishima groans before crowding you in. He pins you to the wall effortlessly, a large hand around the base of your neck. There's no pressure, not yet, but that doesn't stop him from squeezing experimentally with thick fingers to hear you squeak. 'He isn't coming to save you...' He leans in, breathing on your cheeks. 'You see... Your little boyfriend has been getting in my way. I’ve tried to warm him, sweetheart, I have, but you know how stubborn he can be and now… Well, now I think it's time I taught him a lesson.'

'What did you...' The stone in your stomach sinks making swallowing difficult, but even before you've attempted to lift your leg to kick out at him, he's pressing his bulk against you.

Calloused fingers drag up the outside of your thigh, catching against the hem of your skirt and dragging the material upwards. 'Lucky for me, it looks like having a big, bad villain for a boyfriend is making you get a bit brave walking about in the dark.' A smile curls his lip showing pointed teeth that shine centimetres from your face. 'It's almost as if you're looking for trouble, huh?'

'Please.' Fear drips down your spine until it begins to pool in your stomach. You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the heat of him press in and radiate through your body. Hand reaching for your pocket, you struggle to pat at the side of your jacket trying and failing to place your phone.

'Nah-ah-ah.' Kirishima slips the device from your fingers before they even gain purchase. His hand tightens around it, hardened skin rippling as his fist cracks, but before he can crush the thing entirely, he relaxes again. 'Actually...'

Licking the top row of his teeth, something vicious flashes in his eyes as he drops the device to your hand and forces your thumb against it. Keeping one hand clenched around your throat, he scrolls through your phone lazily before grinning and lifting it to his ear. He bites his lip and rocks his eyes upwards as the dull ringing of a phone-call drifts through the speakers.

'Fuck... Fuck, baby – baby, are you -.' Bakugo sounds like he's been running. His breath hitches on each inhale, the exhales rough and shaky as he grunts and swallows down spit.

'N'aww, are we doing pet names now... Honey?' Kirishima's voice is sickly sweet when he giggles down the phone, tilting his head and narrowly avoiding twisting his hair around a finger.

Metal rattles, the sounds of struggling growing louder until a rage-filed snarl echoes over the line. 'Riot, what the fuck did you do?'

'Oh, so that's a no on the pet names?'

'I swear if you hurt a fucking hair on her head, I will -.'

'Baby...' Kirishima purrs. 'I'm not going to hurt her... 'm going to fucking ruin her.' Turning his attention back on you, he pushes in close making sure you can feel the large swell of his cock as it fills out his pants. It had taken weeks for him to think up an appropriate punishment for Bakugo's little trespasses, but now watching as fear swims in your eyes, he's very glad he landed on this.

Bakugo yells, thrashing violently, but any words are lost to his anger.

'You'll never make it in time, princess...' Leaning in, Kirishima breathes over your neck nosing at the turn of your jaw close enough that he knows your squeaking is seeping down the phone and into Bakugo's ears on the other end. He flicks the call to speaker. '… So, I think you should just sit tight and enjoy the show.' Slipping the phone into your shaking hand, he lifts your arm until the speaker is in line with the side of your mouth. He pecks the tip of your nose. ‘Now hold that steady for me so Princess can hear all your pretty little sounds, okay.’ A smile flickers across his face, but it quickly turns sour as hardened cracks fragment his features. ‘Drop it and you won’t like what happens.’

With your heart jack-rabbiting and fear keeping you still, you can’t do anything, but nod. A trail of Bakugo’s expletives seep from the phone, quickly followed by a ragged:

‘I’m coming, baby. Shit. Okay? I’m coming!’

Kirishima’s cock twitches in his pants, leaking a thick stream of pre-cum into his boxers as the combined desperation of you and Bakugo leaks into the air. You sounds so helpless, so weak and easy, ripe for the taking. A chuckle bubbles up his throat as he sinks to his knees with a sickening crunch and all but tears your skirt from your hips. The material hangs limply at either side of your thighs, exposing the thin lace of your underwear. His cock jumps again. 'Now...' Leaning in, he breaths in your cunt relishing in the sweetness as it hits his nose. 'Be a good girl and let me have a taste, yeah?'

You're wet. You can feel it, the steady thrum of your heartbeat as it migrates south and causes you to drip helplessly into your underwear. It sickens you, makes you want to scream, but for some reason... You don't. Instead, it’s a moan that leaps from your lips and meets a cursed ‘Fuck’ from Bakugo’s end.

'No.' Your hand shoots down to his head, nails dragging viciously across his scalp as you fist red locks and attempt to force him back. It takes all of your strength to push him back a few centimetres and even then, your arms shake with the effort. You wriggle, trying to use the solidness of the wall behind you for added leverage, but even that doesn't shift him. 'No. Stop... Please. Stop.'

He growls, ignoring the burning on his head to surge forward again. He mouths at you over the lace of your underwear, using his tongue to taste what little of your slick leaks through.

You squeeze your thighs together and pull at him again, trying in vain to keep your cunt from his face. There's a bottomless well of fear in your stomach, but with each lick of his tongue down your slit, it fills with lust as your body betrays you.

'It's kind of cute.' Chuffing, he plants a soft kiss on your thigh and follows it with a harsh nip. 'You thinking you've got any choice here.' His hands slide up your legs, thumbs twisting against your pelvis to pin you down before he forces your thighs aside and slings them lazily over his shoulders.

A yelp leaves your throat as you're hauled further up the wall and held there. With your thighs held apart by his head, his hands creep further up your body. One stays put at your pelvis, stopping your attempts to buck yourself off your new found podium, while the other stretches up to grip the collar of your shirt. He rips the material with little qualm, his palm instantly ducking under your bra to grope at your chest.

'That's better.' Diving into your cunt, he uses his teeth to tear through your underwear before flicking his tongue against your clit. He's ravenous. The dull beating of your fist on the back of his neck are mere annoyances, the broken bleating of your chorus of 'No, please, stop' nothing, but an encouragement that makes his cock bob.

Your cunt clenches, desperate as his tongue slips between your folds and you cry out, unable to silence it behind your lips. 'Stop – Fuck – Please... I – Don't... I'll do anything, just – stop, please. You don't have to.. I'll tell Katsuki to stop... Please.' You're a broken record, but the words spill over your lips as you force your body to struggle on, wiggling only to be pinned down harder in retaliation. Panicked, the phone slips from your hand and clatters to the floor as you try with the strength of both arms to shove him away. It doesn’t work.

He pops off your clit and licks his lips. There’s a darkness consuming the red of his eyes when he glares up at you between your legs. ‘I told you not to drop that…’

‘I -.’ There’s a storm in your chest, one that has you almost delirious with fear. ‘I’m sorry. I -.’

Clenching his jaw, Kirishima licks a thick stripe up your slit and revels in the way your eyes almost roll back in your head. ‘I’ll forgive it, this time, but now I’m going to have to fuck you even harder so your little boyfriend can still hear me using his toy. Okay?’

Your nose flares, cunt clenching and dropping onto his knees below. The words this time run on a frantic loop in the back of your head.

The pressure of your thighs squeezing his head is making him dizzy, but that's nothing compared to the violent wave of lust that threatens to consume him when he looks up and sees the tears wetting your cheeks. He's sure you haven't even noticed, too overcome with the way his tongue had been carving out a space inside, but that just gives him an idea. Leaning over to towards the discarded phone, he shouts. 'Your girl tastes good, baby...'I do have a question though, you ever fuck her so hard she cries? Or, is my tongue just that good.'

'Riot... I fuck -.' An small explosion interrupts his words, quickly followed by another. The footsteps stop. On the line, Bakugo's voice is quieter, hoarse as he pants and fumbles with something… ‘Shit. I -.’ Skin slips against skin. Bakugo’s breath hitches. ‘I’ll be there, baby. I’m coming - okay… I -.’

There's a smirk overtaking his feature's at once. 'I'm impressed you managed to escape. Shall we see if I can make her cum on my cock before you get here?' Releasing your hip he's quick to unzip his pants and pull himself free. The cold air hits his cock, making him hiss, but he doesn't waste any more time before he's standing and taking you with him.

You're bent in half as he stands. Your legs slip off his shoulders, only to get trapped between your chest and his and you have to bite your lip as your muscles complain at the stretch. A wave of excitement rocks through you as he man-handles you, bends and positions you any way he pleases without so much as a request. It makes your stomach writhe into knots and your thighs shake with anticipation of his next move.

'Sounds like your boyfriends a little caught up, sweetheart.’ There’s a knowing flash in his eyes. ‘Shame he's not gonna get here in time.' Leaning in close, he gropes at your ass, squeezing plush flesh in his hand before wrapping a hand around his cock. He gives himself a cursory tug, smooths his shaft with the thick pre-cum coating the tip and lines himself up. 'Gonna make such a pretty little cock sleeve for me, baby. Aren't you?' He breathes it against your ear wrapped in a moan before forcing the tip past your entrance.

You scream. 'No – fuck, big, too, too big. It's...' Words jam in your throat as new tears spring to your eyes. 'It hurts... Fuck, please – it hurts.' His cock bullies its way inside of you, stretching your cunt to fit. It burns, stings as the head presses to your cervix and then, all you feel is pure, blinding pleasure. A moan bubbles over your lips, transforming into another dull scream.

He shushes you gently, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. Rolling his hips once, he forces you to feel him, forces you to hiccup and swallow down the shake in your body as he carves out a new space inside of you. 'You can take it, baby, c'mon... Open up for me, that’s a good girl.'

From the phone, a garbled cry drifts into the air. The noise makes Kirishima smile, even if you’re too entrenched in the feel of him to notice.

Deep red lines blemish his skin as you scratch and tear at his shoulders. You're helpless, but that doesn't stop you trying. This, like all of your other theatrics, does little to phase him, even when your nails break the skin and you swear you can feel his cock jump inside of you when you get desperate and claw at his neck.

'Look at you...' You're squeezing him already, your thrashes weakening by the second as moans and yelps pool in your throat. The tears have made your eyes glassy and dug out divots in your foundation, causing your cheeks to grow streaky with skin and smeared mascara, but he can't help thinking that you look beautiful like this. 'Already cock-drunk... What happened to that fight, huh? Just took a decent cock and you're panting like a bitch.' His tongue creeps from behind his lips, licking up the stream of wet that trails down your cheek. 'You hear that, Princess? Hear how pretty she's singing for me?'

From his pocket more explosions sound, dull expletives slipping into the air. It sounds like Bakugo is finally running again.

Nothing breaks through the fog and hiccups blocking your throat. He's right. You're cock-drunk. Totally at his mercy as your cunt clings to him, drooling as it takes everything he has to give. Thoughts of Bakugo cloud your mind. He's out there, now... Racing across the city to save you and yet… Part of you isn't sure you want to be saved.

Pleasure bubbles violently inside of you as you're given more than you've ever had to take, but with each rough thrust, each burning moan earned from your chest you're unable to deny how fucking good he feels. You moan, freely, for the first time letting your head rock back as his cunt presses to the spongy parts of your cunt and makes you feel like you might burst.

'Fuck.' He hisses when you clench around him, but doesn't stop. He can't. It's too good. Mind racing, he fucks up into you with increasingly rough thrusts, not caring about how deeply he's plunging inside of you: you're here to be used after all. A growl bubbles in his chest as he feels the tell tale tug of his balls pulling taught. 'You're gonna look so good dripping with me.'

His words feel like ice water down your back. 'No.' Your breath catches in your throat and you hope it sounds more like fear that the violent excitement that clenches in your stomach. 'No, please. Not inside – don't. I don't -.'

Knocking his forehead against yours, he barres his teeth, ignoring your pleas. 'Gonna give you and Zero a little Riot, huh? No way I'm pulling out of this, baby. No fucking way.'

Your orgasm takes you out of nowhere. It crashes against you in waves, causing your head to bang back against the wall as you cunt milks him, almost begging for his release. The force of it makes your head swim as he fucks your through it, prolonging your high for what feels like infinity. You're shaking, you're sure of it, your nails biting into the skin of his shoulders as you quake and shiver, eyes rolling back and straining the muscle behind.

'Look at you, look – ah, shit.' His hips stutter for a moment, stilling as his cock spurts into life coating your insides with thick, creamy white. He's not sure if it was the fucked-out look in your eyes as you came harder than he's ever seen or if it's the power that courses through him having you pinned and vulnerable like this, but he has to harden his knees to keep him upright. With a final thrust, he stills completely struggling to catch his breath.

It's weak, a noise sounding more like a whimper than words that echoes in the back of your throat. You're not sure what you're asking for. If your asking for him to finally let you go or pick you up again and fuck his cum back into you against the wall.

'Good girl.' Reaching up, he grips you by the chin, squashing your cheeks together before pressing a kiss to your mouth. His tongue slips in soon after, pinning yours down in some show of awkward dominance. Pulling back, he lowers you gently back to the floor and removes his cape. There's a vicious smile on his lips when he wraps it around you, shielding your modesty.

You don't shy away. There's one million emotions seeping through your body, but not one of them is bad. You ache, pleasantly, and the warmth of Kirishima's hands is too alluring to ignore when he smooths them down your sides.

'You enjoyed that, didn't you, Sweetheart?'

Swallowing, you try not to think of how scared you'd been when he'd first cornered you... Of how the fear had melted away as his cock stretched you out; of how knowing Bakugo was listening had made you whine louder, needier - wanting him to hear just how good this other man was fucking you.

'Admit it.'

'I -.' Saying it makes it real, but the words slip off of your tongue anyway. 'I enjoyed it.'

A sigh breeches Kirishima's lips as he leans down and places a final soft kiss to your lips. 'Bakugo's got himself a dirty bitch, huh? Fuck.' He kisses you again, indulging this time. 'The things I'd do to a girl like you, the things I'd let you do to me...'

'Kirishima!' Bakugo skids to a stop at the mouth of the ally. An explosion lights the night behind him as he throws himself forward, not stopping for a second as he collides solidly with Kirishima's chest and sends the man flying to the floor. He lands on top of him, thighs bracketing his waist as he reels back an arm.

'So we're not doing pet names, but we are doing names...' Kirishima is still smiling, even as Bakugo's fist collides with his face. His neck cracks sideways, but he catches the second punch before it can do any actual damage.

'I'm going to fucking murder you, you piece of -.' There's flame almost engulfing his fist, but each spark dies as it hits the hard of Kirishima's hand. Clenching his jaw, he shifts himself forward attempting to force the other man to release him.

With raised eyebrows, Kirishima chuckles as he feels something hard poke at the underside of his pec. Glancing down, it's impossible not to notice the darkening patch on the crotch of Bakugo's pants, of how his cock strains the material and twitches. 'Looks like you enjoyed yourself too...'

'You -.' Bakugo's cheeks are burning, his jaw clenched tight as he battles the emotions flaring in his chest. How the fuck was he supposed to rationalise the cum staining his boxers, the fact that your moans had made him hard, that he'd had to stop to fuck his fist when your whines had grown heavy with pleasure...

Reaching down, Kirishima strokes the still-hard length of Bakugo's cock and collects the little dampness he can before popping his fingers into his mouth and groaning. 'I think... The Princess enjoyed himself too. Huh? Maybe we should go again and make you watch…’

You sink to your knees beside Kirishima and reach out to run a finger down Bakugo's cock making his hiss. This time, when the word drops from your lips, it isn't encased in fear and panic – it's lined with excitement and promise. You blink up at Bakugo: 'Please.'

-> Masterlist

#saturnscribbles #kirishima smut #kirishima x reader smut #tw: noncon #tw: connoncon #tw: blood riot #blood riot x reader smut #tw: dark content

[msmkcreates]

So, got any more juicy information on why Papyrus is either asexual or demisexual & wants to be r//ped?? Haven't really seen too much on that headcanon of yours, unless I'm misremembering something

Warning: Noncon/ConNonCon content ahead

Ah, yes, an old headcanon of mine when people asked about the most deep-down kinks the boys would never share with their partner. I even wrote a piece for it here.

So yes I do categorize Papyrus as Demisexual, meaning he doesn't feel sexual attraction until he's emotionally invested in a person. For him he will probably have the urge very rarely, but he's happy to please his partner when they need--just because he doesn't feel the urge to initiate often doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy the act, the intimacy, the satisfaction of leaving his partner satisfied.

His partner is, naturally, super accepting that he is demi, and usually doesn't ask for sex much because they know if he wants it, he will ask. Sometimes this can lead to Papyrus, in all his brilliance and social anxiety, worrying that A) he isn't giving his partner what they need and B) his partner doesn't want him in that way or else they would ask, wouldn't they? Despite the long list of exact moments he can remember of his partner reassuring him otherwise.

There's also his own feelings to consider--before they met he was certain he was completely Ace. But now he knows he is Demi, and he isn't even sure what his own limits are. He's often thought, late at night, that maybe he had missed his own signs of sexual need and was needlessly holding back from something his loving partner deserves, that they both deserve, that he wants and enjoys. He doesn't ever really not want to when his partner does, but he almost never thinks of it on his own--so wouldn't it stand that maybe, they could do it and enjoy it a lot more? Of course he has no outlet for these thoughts, he doesn't really know anyone else in a situation quite like his own and honestly, every Ace and Demi person is so different it would be hard to say.

Eventually he finds himself fantasizing about his partner coming to ask him more. Not that he isn't entirely grateful for their respect for his boundaries, mind you, but if they don't ask then he can't say yes and it slips his mind otherwise, and he does want it, he just doesn't realize he wants it until they do. So in his mind, he plays with the idea of them asking more. Eventually he thinks of them not asking at all, just kissing him, and handling him roughly like he's seen in romantic movies.

And then eventually he realizes his fantasies have gotten, well, a little out of hand. He imagines his partner so wild for him that they don't ask at all, and even when he protests they insist. And even as he says no, oh, his magic is saying yes yes yes--

And that's when he realized he wanted it. A few frantic Google searches later and he found the concept of Consensual Non-Consent, giving your partner consent ahead of time to do things against your will and having a safe word if it was really not okay. He liked that idea, it satisfied his craving, but oh, its controversial isn't it? Who would have guessed that he, the proud demisexual with the understanding and caring partner, would wish for them to be less understanding and caring and to take him in ways that many would find revolting?

In the end it all comes down to intimacy, and he wants to feel wanted and he wants to feel needed, even at the expense of "consent". But God forbid he EVER tell his partner that, for shame, he wouldn't want them to think he isn't happy or satisfied with how things are now.

So he locks the confusing thoughts away, and they come out to play when he is very drunk, or late at night sometimes if his partner's gone to bed without him.

#tw: noncon #tw: connoncon #con noncon #con nonconsent #r/ape fantasies #demisexual #please keep in mind this is only a well-thought out idea for Papyrus in particular #i am in no way implying all demisexuals want to be r/aped #i myself am demisexual #everybody is different.