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lady-lauren · 2 years

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Part II

Nymphetamine: marriage of the words nymphomania and amphetamine; an unhealthy, beast-like addiction to one female in particular.

║ Part I ║ Masterlist ║Part III

↣ pairing: alpha!katuski x omega!reader

↣ word count: 8.4k

↣ notes: part II of III

↣ warnings: a/b/o dynamics, prime dynamics (prime alphas/omegas; stronger, more dangerous variants), noncon/dubcon (the relationship later turns consensual, but it starts out with kidnapping and a/b/o can blur the consent lines), enemies to lovers, villain!katsuki, some yandere tones, kidnapping, captivity, corruption, breeding, heats, ruts, knots, mating, claiming, bonding, possessive actions, clawing, biting, choking, belly-bulges, bruising, blood, too much fucking purring, a lot of praise, some degradation, hair pulling, size difference, creampies and cum galore

↣ summary: Science still can’t fully explain bonding between mates. In the same way no one really has an answer for dreams. Sure there are theories and sensible explanations, but it’s just so utterly natural and human that no one can really understand the meaning.

Katsuki could could blame biology for his dark actions, boil it down to you being his dynamically perfect mate. It’s so much more than that, though, and he can sense it. All he knows is that he needs you. And that he’s going to have to play by your rules to get what he desires.

As for you, you’ll never smell the same again once he takes what he wants. Your body is something natural and wild he has to contain, like the controlled burning of a forest. He’ll keep marking you so new blooms spread, so you keep purring and growing in the image he longs for.

Katsuki could get used to seeing you in his bed.

He could get used to a lot of things, really, like the sugary smell of you clinging to his skin and your claw lines down his back. Omegas etching marks into him normally pisses him off; he isn’t theirs to claim, he doesn’t belong to them.

But you? He could belong to you. He wants to belong to you, just as much as he wants to own you.

There’s a give-and-take in Alpha/Omega relationships, especially ones created between primes of the dynamics.

There’s a bond, a thready, wormy thing that is birthed the moment teeth meet the flesh of a willing throat. A chord that strums and plays to the tune of emotions.

He’ll be able to feel you, more than just your body against his or your cunt sucking in his cock. All your pain, your anger, your happiness and pleasure, it’ll all hum in his chest, ring in his ears. It’s why omegas feel sick when away from their mates for too long, why Alphas find themselves in a depression upon the loss of their mate and vice versa. It’s why mated couples who turn away from each other become so sour.

Science still can’t fully explain bonding between mates. In the same way no one really has an answer for dreams. Sure there are theories and sensible explanations, but it’s just so utterly natural and human that no one can really understand the meaning.

Katsuki always swore he’d never claim an omega, bragged about how he never wanted to be tied down. But the moment he smelled you, saw you standing in your room, appearing more beautiful than he ever remembered in the back of his mind, he knew he had to have you.

What he’s doing—taking you, forcing you into heat, wearing you down until you let him have you—it’s selfish. He knows it. But he can feel how much you want this, too. He can see how your eyes soften when he says your name, can feel how your body practically melts whenever he purrs his stupid, obnoxiously loud purr.

As he stands before his bathroom mirror, thick fingers tracing the red claw marks down the expanse of his back, admiringthem against his tattoos, he concludes that he doesn’t fucking care how selfish it is.

He wants to memorize every inch of your body, map your curves like a cartographer paints a shoreline. He can’t get enough of you, already addicted to how your breasts feel against his chest and how your thighs fill his hands.

He could blame biology, boil it down to you being his dynamically perfect mate. It’s so much more than that, though, and he can sense it.

Old memories are burning in the back of mind like polaroids being shaken to reveal dark images. Thoughts of you fighting him in class, visions of you standing before crowds in your hero costume. All the moments he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, couldn’t understand why you drove him crazy, made him feel like a love-struck fool.

All he knows is that he needs you.

And that he’s going to have to play by your rules to get what he desires.

His ears twitch as he hears you shuffling in the bedroom, searching for the lost heat of him in the dark.

“Alpha?” you call for him so softly and it makes his cock hard in an instant. He groans at the primal need bubbling in his gut. All his instincts are screaming help omega, fuck omega, claim omega, over and over again like a broken record of rut that’s been on for days.

Your plea is irresistible, has him crawling back into your little nest and purring.

He pulls you into his arms, hormones trilling as he takes in your smell. It’s hard to describe, like spicy tea and honey and the syrupy feeling in the back of his mouth after eating too much candy.

“Fuck this stupid heat just won’t stop. It hurts, Katsuki.”

“I know, I know. But I’m here to fuck you through it, yeah?”

You eye him suspiciously, “When did you get so nice?”

His jaw hurts from how hard he grits his teeth, trying to hold back the wrath that’s always gotten him in trouble.

“Since I’m stuck in my own fucking rut until your little body decides it’s had enough. So, yeah, I’m gonna be nice and help you by letting you get off on my cock.”

Katsuki smoothly rolls to have you on top of him, letting your legs drape over his waist as his cock nestles between your drooling folds.

He despises being on his back; he feels submissive. He hasn’t allowed you to ride him since the first night of your heat. But he’s willing to swallow his pride if it means gaining his prize, not to mention the view is pretty fucking delicious.

Dark bruises litter your soft skin, all fresh, all recently fucked or sucked by his design. Prime omegas heal quickly, he’s learned, the remnants of your first coupling now replaced with new colors. He strokes his hands down your sides, pausing to thumb over your nipples.

He thinks of your body as something natural and wild he has to contain, like the controlled burning of a forest. He’ll keep marking you so new blooms spread, so you keep purring and growing in the image he longs for.

Sharp pain sweeps under his nose as you groan, thighs tightening around him as you double over and wrap both hands around your neck.

Your scent glands are screaming, blood pounding against delicate, sore muscles.

Instincts kick in. He purrs to soothe you, loud and boisterous to drown out the sound of your heartbeat thumping in your ears.

Sitting up, he pries your fingers away from your throat, instead filling the space with his mouth.

“Don’t you fucking d—”

“Shut up,” he growls, laving his tongue over the saltiness of your skin, “I know your neck is sore. Let me help.”

You go quiet for a moment, nails tense upon his shoulders.

“I know this feels good, omega.”

A disgusted noise vibrates against his lips, but soon you’re leaning into him anyways, shivering and cooing as he starts to suck at your swollen glands to relieve the pressure.

“Tell me it feels good.”

He’s just curious to know if you will.

You rub yourself against the hard ridge of his cock, moaning and letting him catch the hum against his mouth.

“You feel good, alpha. So fucking good.”

He smirks, canine barely catching the skin of your throat.

That’s too tempting. He can’t have you until you beg for him, he promised himself that.

He wants you to scream how much you want him, how much you need him. Your alpha. When the headspace of heat evaporates, he wants you just as guilty for the tethered bond.

Katsuki lays back against his pillows, the sheets covered with cum and already wet with fresh slick.

Your nails rake against his chest, parting his downy chest hair underneath your fingertips. Hips are rolling against his cock, your slippery folds curling around his width as you slide up and down his length.

He marvels over your dilated pupils, how the gorgeous color of your eyes is but a slim ring around blown lust. Your nipples are puffy, areolas darkened and begging for his lips to circle around them. He rocks his hips against you just to watch your breasts bounce.

You hastily snatch his hands from your waist, a sound of warning and intimidation emitting from your chest. You pin his wrists by his head, leaning your heat fueled body over his.

He only laughs, subtle and dark.

“Go on,” he purrs, eyes scanning the lovely planes of your face, “take whatever you want. I won’t fight back…unless you want me to.”

The way he grins earns him a slap across his left cheek, skin smarting. The pain sprouts into pleasure seamlessly, his rut coating his skin like a protective layer.

He restrains himself, buries that all too well known anger into a pit in his stomach.

By the look on your face, you’re shocked he hasn’t flipped you onto your back and returned your slap ten-fold.

No, Katsuki has the willpower of patience. Only when he wants it.

All he does is purr.

“Oh god that fucking sound,” your head falls to his chest, little whimpers caught just behind your teeth.

“You’re the only omega who’s ever liked it.”

He’s not lying, and you can tell by the steadiness of his heart beneath your lips.

“W-what do you mean?”

“Been told it’s too fucking loud.”

Your claws dig into his wrists in warning, your cunt sliding over his cock just to make his mind flash blank for a moment.

You’re done with his games, estrous making your body feel like it’s slowly peeling apart and that only his cock can make you whole again. He senses your need in the way you groan, stomach pulsing as you raise your hips.

He watches your pussy engulf his cock. Your sink half way down, until you feel like you can’t take anymore. You’re so full, your entire heat crowded by his own, your thighs shaking. It takes several pushes of your hips to finally have your slick inner muscles open for his girth.

He grunts as you suck him in entirely, sweet flesh parting around his massive length. He loves seeing how you take him so easily, how your legs part like the sea and your tummy bulges like you can’t handle him. But you can, you were made to, made for him.

A primal sound bubbles in the back of his throat as he imagines his fingers tracing the visible outline of his cock. He grumbles profanities, his hands curling into fists from where you pin him down.

“Atta girl, take me.”

He’s egging you on, prodding the little beast that lives inside you, too.

You ride him hard and fast, hips rolling and bouncing as you keep him pinned, using him to chase away the pain and lusts of heat. The muscles in his jaw ache from the pressure he’s putting on his teeth.

“Move with me,” you demand it from him.

“No,” and it takes copious amounts of restraint to keep himself still.

But he has to prove to you that you need him, that even such a perfect, prime omega needs an alpha to fuck you until you can’t see straight.

“You’re a big girl, aren’t ya, princess? Don’t need Alpha to take care of you.”

The head of his cock is fat and firm, nestling against your womb. Every soft roll of your hips has the ridge of his cock sliding against the spongy spread of your walls, making you feel more stuffed every time you come back down to rest against his thighs. With every subtle movement you feel the entirety of his monstrous cock; the veins are hot and throbbing, skin heated and silken within you. And he feels you, smells you, a saccharine vice.

“Bet you don’t even realize how fucking tight your little cunt is. Have other alphas told you? Drooled over this pretty pussy?”

The thought of other alphas fucking you makes him want to crunch bones with his bare hands, but he keeps his cool, keeps moving pieces in his game. He’s always been tactical.

Your fingers flex against his wrists, “Yes, b-but…”

“But they can’t satisfy you like me. Like a prime fucking alpha, cause I fill you to the god damn brim because you were made to sit on my cock.”

Your head falls from the pleasure, dipping forward to where your lips are just out of reach. Hips are slamming into his now, desperate, needy cunt pulling him in over and over again.

He watches you with sharp eyes; your mind is hazing over, your body uncontrollably bucking against him, begging for another release. The way his wide head is brushing against your walls, repeatedly stroking all the right spots, has your toes curling against the sheets in pure delight. You are getting close, so fucking close, all you need is for him to allow you to go over the edge, to pull apart the fog of your heat and knot you until you find clarity.

“You need my cum. Need me to pump you so full it makes you cream.”

Katsuki arches his neck up, brushing his lips against yours to test the waters.

“You need to be fucking bred, omega.”

You whimper, breath hot against his mouth. Frustration is seeping in, even as you let go of his wrists and use your hands to pluck at your nipples and strum your clit as you slide over his cock.

“I know what you need,” he purrs, smirking as the sound makes you choke, “and as your mate, I’ll give it to you.”

He searches your eyes, unable to stop his hands from finding their home on your hips.

Irises swirl around your dilated pupils, signs of determination, pain, fear written all over your face. He can smell your vexations, your dissatisfactions. Slick sounds grow quiet as you tire yourself from bouncing on his cock for god knows how long.

“What I need…” you moan as you sit back, claws digging into his chest, “isn’t what I want.”

“Keep telling yourself that. You want me. I can smell it, feel it.”

Katsuki sits up, spearing you on his lap as he fists your hair and makes you look at him.

“Kiss me. Right. Fucking. Now.”

His lips are angry when they meet yours, canines nipping into tender flesh.

The hand in your hair flexes, pulls you closer, makes you gasp as your hands slide up his chest. Your fingers find his rumbling throat, circling over scent glands.

Your lips finally move, suddenly hungry, greedy, calling alpha into the back of his mouth.

Your palms drift up from his neck, find his face, thumbs smoothing over cheekbones. Nothing else matters anymore, just the gratification of tasting your emotions, of taking your groans into his mouth and echoing them back.

“You want me,” he breathes, feeling your cunt squeeze around his cock.

You taste sweeter than water, lips parting like rose petals heavy with rain.

“I want you.”

His tongue plunges into the back of your mouth, licking, tasting, drinking you down like a man starved. All you do is whimper and push back against his current, mouth following his rhythm.

He kisses you until he can’t breathe, until his cock aches and twitches because his balls are turning blue.

When he pulls away, your cheeks are flushed, lips swollen. Trails from tears are still hot on your skin.

“Are you crying? Pathetic. Poor omega can’t even handle a fucking kiss.”

You pout and it actually turns him on, “It’s instincts.”

“What? To fucking cry when I kiss you?”

“No,” you press your lips against his again, mewling and drawing your nails down his shoulders, “It’s just...overwhelming. Never wanted someone s-so bad before.”

Claim omega, mate omega, save omega

He can’t quiet his own impulses.

You mewl as he pulls his cock from you, leaving you empty, breathless, desperate. Far too easily, he flips you over, your chest pressing into your little nest as his rough hands pull your ass up to greet him.

Something ancient and primal takes over him, climbs down his throat and makes him growl.

“Gonna make you mine, all fucking mine.”

He shoves his cock into you dangerously rough, big hands holding your ass and pulling you back against him as he begins a ruthless, domineering pace. You screw your eyes shut, a cry erupting from your throat at his brutality. He feels alive behind you like this, feels like a god taking an offering that’s been laid out before him.

Heavy balls slap against your clit, making your body twitch with little shocks of bliss with every hard thrust. His fingers splay upon your ass and hips, each one digging and pressing into you, pulling you in closer, deeper upon his cock. His grip is delightfully painful, leaving marks on you in new places, searing and branding you as his mate.

“Feel so good wrapped around my cock, omega. Perfect. Mine.”

The Alpha’s voice is saturated in guttural possessiveness, in gluttony, in the arrogant confidence that you are his to dominate; it makes you want him more, makes your back arch and your tummy tighten like a siren’s call. Each pounding thrust he gives is angled to mercilessly bring friction at that raw craving inside you.

You’re a beast like him, human and natural and needy, oh so fucking needy. The intoxicating sounds of his loud, vicious grunts, and the almost too tight pressure of his fingers gripping your skin, fuels your urge to clench around him, pull him closer, let him in.

One of his hands abandons your hip, thick arm reaching forward and grabbing your hair, jerking your head back as he doubles down on his pace. Pleas tumble out of your mouth now, free falling into the air and encouraging him to fuck you so recklessly. AlphapleaseAlphaplease like a prayer.

The fingers in your hair pull and tug, twisting until you scream his name. You’re truly a little bitch in heat, your lust spilling over and washing your body in euphoria. It makes his rut hammer in his chest, makes hormones and instincts rage, sucked into a witch's brew.

He pulls you up higher, leaning forward to capture your shoulder between his teeth. Not rough enough to break skin, but just tempting enough to make you roll your neck to the side in invitation.

He can feel his body rocking against yours, over, and over, and over again. Cock ramming so deep inside of you that some part of him wonders if you’ll split apart.

“Look at you,” he growls into your neck, one arm winding around your belly while the other grabs your jaw, keeping your neck open to him, “you want to belong to me, don’t you?”

His cock is unforgiving, plunging into you with reckless abandon. You’re so weak, so used by his massive body and hands, cunt throbbing with every push of his cock, begging for release.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease,” you beg, fingers entwining with his on your tummy so you can press down, make him feel his cock drumming and bulging within your womb.

“Please what? More?”

He grins into your throat, tongue swirling over your skin.

“Take me! Fuck I’m so tired of fighting it, alpha, alpha I’m yours.”

A visceral snap cuts into his consciousness, pulls all his muscles tight.

Teeth cut into flesh like thorns, ecstasy seeping from mouth to neck as he places his claiming mark in the tender curve where your throat meets your shoulder.

It’s an instant high, for both of you.

You scream until your lungs burn while Katsuki’s knot swells in your depths until the alpha can no longer thrust.

You cream on his cock so tightly that he growls, palming where your stomach spasms and is plump from the fatness of his knot. Each ripple of your orgasm is like a milking compression, drawing cum from his balls until he’s dry and you’re drowning.

One of your hands fists in his hair and pushes him closer to where his canines are lodged into your sweet skin. You’re chanting a mixture of Katsuki and Alpha over and over, nearly limp in his hold as you both feel something worming in your chests.

The taste of blood, the taste of your honeyed scent, is thick in his mouth. Crimson the color of his eyes leaks down your chest, drips from your nipples.

But you’re not in pain, the intensity of your orgasm and the fresh culling of a bond makes time seem irrelevant. An endless loop of rapture making you both dizzy.

He doesn’t want to pull his teeth from you.

You’ll never smell the same again, your scent is already spiking, changing, morphing into a mixture of the both of you. Of caramel and honey, salt and smoke, cum and slick.

Katuski mumbles your name into your neck, over and over, until calm descends upon your spent bodies.

“Good girl, my girl,” he purrs as his tongue licks over your wound, indentions deep and ready to scar.

Still conjoined, your limbs fall into your properly broken nest, muscular arms tucked tightly around your middle, palming your red stained breasts and feeling the air in your lungs.

Your thigh drapes back over his, making Katsuki groan and bury his face into your neck.

“Alpha,” your whisper stirs him.

“What is it, little one?”

He squeezes you, feels your softness in his arms and marvels at the tightness of your cunt.

You feel comfortable in the silence, as if he can already feel the hum of what you’re feeling.

When you wake, the suffocating cloud of estrous is gone.

And you’re sore. Your insatiable drive to mate has pushed your body beyond what you thought possible, not to mention your shoulder and neck are throbbing from a recent claiming.

Anxiety pools in your chest as you stare up at the ceiling, counting early morning sun streaks across white paint.

You let Katsuki Bakugou mate you.

Let being the key word. You’d wanted him to, begged him to.

Just like he told you that you would.

There’s an urge to blame your situation on instincts, but you can’t. You fought impulses for three days, could’ve fought even longer. But there’s something about him, about his scent, about the way he fucks you. The way he kisses you.

You knew you were doomed when you tasted his need for you on his tongue.

“What hurts?” The gravels of Katsuki’s morning voice spook you, making you jump against the tattooed arm pinning you to the mattress.

“How do you know I’m hurt?”

A carmine eye peeks open, framed by long blonde hair that’s fallen into his face.

“Well, first of all, I bit you so hard you fucking bled. Second of all,” he grunts as he moves his hand between your breasts, index finger poking at your heart, “I feel it here.”

Like magic, his words pull on a thread that feels like it’s weaved between your ribs.

“Oh.”

Something hums down the line, calming and...content. His feelings. He’s not anxious, he’s happy. Sweetened by the mating, delighted to have conquered.

Katsuki brushes his lips over yours, remnants of blood appearing like lipstick.

You turn your head without much thought, only to have your jaw snatched by his quick fingers.

“Don’t pull more of that shit on me.”

“Sorry, I...it’s gonna take some getting used to.”

His kiss is softer than you expect, lazy and wet, exploratory as he coaxes your tongue out to play. It feels natural, even has fresh slick coating your thighs. You thought by now you’d be run dry, but his lips against yours makes you hungry, makes you want to kiss him until he fucks you.

He pets your hair, only to scowl and pull away.

“God you’re filthy.”

“Are you referring to the cum that you sprayed into my hair? Or the blood you caked my tits in?”

“The blood’s on both of our hands, princess.”

Katsuki stretches like a cat as he stands, muscles rolling as he cracks his fingers above his head. You sit up and just look at him for a moment, eyes scanning his smattering of scars and ink, his limp, heavy cock resting between thighs bigger than your head.

“Oi, you can stare some other time. Shower, now.”

You’re afraid to move your legs, a thumping ache already present in your hips from being spread open like a fucktoy for days.

“Want me to carry you?”

“What? No. No, I can do this by myself, thank you.”

He crosses his arms over his chest as he watches you, quirking his brow like a dare.

You grumble a few curses, a few iterations of stupid fucking alpha, while shuffling out of sheets that shamefully crunch under your weight. You grit your teeth as you stand, pain shooting down your spine and coating you like a sour blanket.

“Well, well, and I thought I’d broken you.”

“You can try again next time.”

Katsuki passes you, slapping your ass so hard it makes you gasp and your sore flesh jiggle.

“That a challenge, omega? Cause I’ll break you if you let me.”

You stand before a mirror for the first time in days, shocked only because you look...beautiful. A mess, but a pretty one, far prettier than you expected. You finger the tender bite mark on your neck, hissing at the red moon shape branded into your skin.

Water splashes in the shower as he gets in and you shiver at the thought of cold water barrelling over his skin.

Your skin, however, is positively glowing. You almost feel out of your body, as if your thoughts are some omnipotent voice telling you that you’re radiant, shining and flushed between the bouquets of bruises that bloom all over you. You hum at their sight, omega instincts so thoroughly pleased to see alpha marks all over your figure. Even the blood on your chest is a pleasing sight.

Imprints from your alpha.

You blink at yourself in the mirror, attempting to rake your fingers through the cum in your hair.

You’re mated. Taken. Off the market and bound forever.

It doesn’t feel real. But it is, the soreness of your muscles and the perpetual ache of your pussy remind you.

“Water’s warm. Get a rag, you’re gonna need it.”

You heed his warning and grab a cloth from the towel rack before stepping into the spacious shower with him.

It’s unsurprising that he lives in opulence. He seems to enjoy space, perhaps because his massive body takes up so much of it. The shower makes you feel rich, really, covered in expensive hand laid tiles, heavy glass doors, with overhead waterfall streams that feel heavenly on weary muscles.

Katsuki snatches the rag from your hand and gets to work, scrubbing away cakey cum and sweat from your body, paying a little too much attention to the grime between your thighs.

He’s diligent, focused, going so far as to crouch to wash your calves and pry your feet into his hands to work between your toes.

“Easy, Katsuki, I’m still a little delicate,” you steady yourself by gripping his shoulder.

“Call me Alpha.”

“I’ll call you whatever I want because you’re mine.”

A ferine grin looks up at you, water dripping over his alluring features. He looks rather handsome when wet, masculine jaw cutting through the water and his hair pushed back from his face, sticking to his neck.

“Mhm, possessive already? I like that.”

You could try to deny it, but the tether between you is giving you away. You meant what you said and he feels it.

It’s hard not to feel greedy regarding a man who now smells ever so slightly like you.

Katsuki stands, blocking most of the warm shower spray as he begins to paw and wipe at the blood on your chest, tender with your nipples even if he spends a little too long washing them.

“How—why did you do this? Why me?”

He kisses the top of your head as he works, like he can’t help himself, “I take what I want.”

“Just another pretty thing to add to your collection.”

Carefully, he smoothes the washcloth over your shoulder, his jaw flexing as you wince from the pain of him cleaning the raw, sensitive claiming bite. He opts for a more traditional method, choosing to run his tongue, hotter than the water, against your mark. His actions make your eyes flutter, something so utterly primal swirling in your stomach as he laps at your skin.

He does this in duty, not remorse.

“Finally coming to your senses?” “I haven’t had time to think clearly, you know. Being forced into heat and all that.”

“You weren’t forced—”

“You kidnapped me.” But your hands are tracing over the muscles in his chest anyways.

“Touché. But you went into heat naturally, all it took was the scent of a prime alpha and you were sent off into omega la la land.”

Just the words “prime alpha” make you weak in the knees. You’d fucked one before, sure, but he was mated, it wasn’t the same. But this...the power Katsuki has over you is nearly palpable just from his scent, let alone how his constant, delicious loud purring makes you want to bury yourself into his chest and live in his arms forever.

Katsuki takes his time with your hair, being as gentle as his heavy hands will allow him to be while washing out all the remnants of his rut.

You lean into his touch and coo, purring right along with him.

“Alpha?” you say it just to make him happy. Instincts.

“What? Soap in your eyes?”

“No, no, I... earlier you said...you said other omegas didn’t like how you purr.”

“They absolutely fucking didn’t,” he dips half of your head under the spray, rinsing out shampoo, “Supposed to be comforting but all I got was complaints that’s too damn loud, that they can’t think, one even said it scared her.”

It’s strange, you think, that something that makes you so wet would fill another omega with fear.

“But then you come along and you can’t get enough of it, can you?” Katsuki purrs to make a point, laughing as you melt back against his chest at the sound.

“Must be a prime omega thing. I’ve always been weak to a strong purr.”

Katsuki deems you clean with a pat on your behind, shoving the cloth into your hand so you can wring it out and soap it up for his back.

It all feels so domestic, natural. A false sense of security, perhaps.

He goes quiet as you spend time on him. Fingers roam over puckered scars, dig into thick muscle, trace over coils of ink. You haven’t been able to focus on him before, and you take note of how stunning the artwork is on his body. It’s traditional, bold, curls over his bicep and creeps onto his shoulder and back. So smooth it’s almost as if koi could swim through the currents.

“And how many alphas have purred for you, hm?”

The note of jealousy makes you smirk.

“Enough to get me through heats when need be.”

There’s a hand around your neck before you can blink, your sore body thudding against the coarse shower wall as your alpha towers over you. Rage surges through him, like wildfire lit in underbrush.

His patience runs thin when envy arises.

“That’s not what I was asking, omega.”

“T-two,” you pry at his forearm, gaining yourself a little bit of air.

“Just two?” his eyes gleam like he doesn’t believe you.

“I’ve gone through most of my heats alone—I had to.”

His thumb pets your throat, a warning.

“Who?”

“Stop! It d-doesn’t matter.”

Katsuki lifts you from the safety of your feet with ease, one hand cinched around your neck while the other hooks your leg around his waist. He presses the weight of himself against you, rubs his cock between your folds. Hard and wanting, waiting.

“Let me tell you something, little one. I own you. You’re my bitch. You only have free will because I allow it, so mind your fucking tongue and tell me what I want to know.”

His words cut like a jagged knife, but even still you shake your head in defiance.

The answers will only ignite him.

You pray down to the hot coil of emotions in your chest, asking whatever this fucking bond is to tell him you can’t.

“Oh you fucking can. Do I have to remind you who you belong to? Is the pain in your mark not enough?”

As if on cue, your shoulder throbs, hums, telling you this is your alpha. Your mate.

“Please…” you’re going dizzy; the heat of his body, the steam of the shower, the loss of blood flow to your head, it’s all making the world feel too hot, too dark.

Katsuki releases his hold on your throat, letting you cling to him and gasp for air.

In the haze, his cock breaches your body, knocking the fresh breath right back out of your lungs.

Even without the headspace of heat, he feels perfect against you. Whole, massive, a force to be reckoned with and swept away by.

Your hands cling to his wet skin as he holds you, hips thrusting, large fingers digging into the meat of your thighs. Water races down his back, splashes over your curves. But you barely feel it, too consumed with the ruthless rhythm of him inside you.

“Where’d all that defiance go, hm?”

Skin against skin saturates the steam, your moans echoing off the shower walls. Your breasts are trapped against thick pectorals, sliding against the light dusting of hair found there. You fight to keep your mouth from falling agape, but the intensity of him has your lips parting and incessantly moaning for him. Alpha, alpha, alpha.

He’s like a drug, intoxicating and overwhelming. Satisfying, but always leaves you craving more.

“You’re mine, all fucking mine. I’ll tear apart every man who touched you before me.”

The words make you shake, whispered with devil’s breath against your neck.

Your thighs flex around his waist as you lean back against the wall, changing the angle to where he can barrel inside you with all his strength. It burns, makes your cunt throb at the stretch of him.

“I-I’ll tell you,” your nails are slipping from his shoulders, hands having to thread into his hair, around his neck. “Just not now. Shouldn’t be—ah, oh fuck,” his thumb is swirling over your clit, the swollen nub unprotected from the spread of his cock, “I shouldn’t moan another man’s n-name while you’re—”

You’re sure he gets the picture, a rush of ecstasy making it hard for you to speak.

He grunts, “Cheeky. Real fucking cheeky.”

His thumb hovers your clit, allowing each thrust of his cock to make it brush just perfectly against the pad of his finger. His palm presses against your belly, applying pressure to the bulge moving inside your depths. That makes you scream, head thumping against the shower wall as you try to find some sanity.

“Bet they didn’t fuck you this good.”

“No, no, not like you, alpha, fuckfuck—” you feel like you’re in heat all over again, tummy tightening and all your impulses begging to be fucked, bred, held, bitten, filled with cum until you can’t take anymore.

Katsuki smells and feels like nirvana, like home. Like you could die and be reborn on his cock a hundred times over with every fresh plunge of him inside you.

This is what it’s like to fuck your mate.

Unbridled, wild. Big hands holding you against a mountainous body as he pounds you into oblivion. Thoughts gone, cunt weeping. Bond between your ribs strumming like a symphony.

He feels it too, movements a little more erratic, your name falling off his tongue in reverence.

Your orgasm begins to swell, calling you to kiss him, to hold on tight before you fall.

“I’ll give you everything,” you don’t know what’s come over you as your hands find his face, making him kiss you until his canines catch the edge of your mouth, rough and deep like underbelly currents of the sea. “Yours. Only.”

“Mine.”

“Yours.”

Over and over, until the pattern is lost, primal grunts and groans as limbs tangle.

“Cum for me,” he focuses on sliding against the most sensitive flesh inside you, “know you need it.”

From his words, you cum, moans rippling from your throat and eyes closing as you allow the waves of orgasm to wash over your body, every single nerve ending exploding with ecstasy and pleasure in intensities only he can bring. Your alpha. Your Katsuki.

Your walls struggle to clench around his enormous cock, the fluttering of your insides lasting longer and longer as your body writhes in white hot heat. The intense sucking of your cunt makes him cream, the lack of rut making his knot barely swell. It’s enough to make you feel stuffed, for a moment, before he pulls out of you.

Katsuki sets you down, but doesn’t let you go. Thick arms curl around your back, pressing your face into his wet chest.

You listen to him breathe, listen to the echoes of his heart buried deep within all that muscle.

Then he purrs a new tune, one that says sorry, comfort, sorry.

Katsuki disappears once he leaves the bathroom, storming off naked to some part of his penthouse you’ve yet to explore.

You take time to yourself. Fix your hair, just...enjoy silence as you throw on one of his t-shirts and stare out at the Musutafu skyline from his bedroom.

Time drips slowly as you drift away into the infinite void of your thoughts.

You’re mated. You can’t come to terms with it mentally, but instinctually you’re singing. It feels like you’ve fulfilled some ancient purpose, finally found an alpha to permeate the biological and emotional emptiness that’s followed you since the day you presented as Omega.

Life has been uprooted, your dreams of making it into the top ten of the hero charts already dissipated. There’s no way a hero and a villain can coexist as a bonded pair. One of you will have to give in to a new way of living...and what Katsuki has, what he’s created in all his years of commanding a seedy underworld, is something you shamefully desire.

He has everything. Even you, the omega determined to make herself unattainable, broken down by a prime alpha’s tenacity.

You’re no fool, at least not while you’re out of heat, anyways. You think back to how smart he was to prey on your pride, to let you think, just for a moment, that you could use him to find release. Only to prove that you couldn’t.

Biology is a bitch. And your alpha is crafty.

Picking apart the pillows and blankets in the nest bed you were mated in is melancholic. Raw memories play in the back of your mind as you gather cummy sheets and bloody threads. The smell is almost toxic, lust and desperation seeped into the sweat stains.

You never imagined your claiming would be like this. Though, you never really thought about it at all, content to play the charade of beta hero until you were past the age for breeding.

A new realization bubbles in your gut. You’ll get to have a family.

It’s not that you never wanted one, sure every little omega has had dreams of swelling with children that look like their alpha, but that’s a reverie you tucked away a long time ago. Heroes often don’t have the time to raise kids, and the ones that do seem to fuck it up since their lives are consumed with helping others or finding some sick fame.

Well, if Katsuki even wants kids. You don’t know his life, don’t know if they’ll fit into whatever picture he’s trying to paint.

But they might be an inevitability if he fucks you like a beast through every heat. And that’s something you know is truly inescapable.

Gathering all the messy bedding, you groan at the soreness of your body and the tenderness of your shoulder as you attempt to carry it all down the stairs.

Bare feet shuffle on the wood floors until you find the door to the laundry room.

Low-spirits rest in your chest as you drop all your items into the large washer. You stare at them for a moment, fingers drumming against the glass lid. Some part of you hurts to wash away all the scents of your mating nest, while another is happy to see it go.

His penthouse is huge, spanning the entirety of an apartment floor. Some designer was paid very handsomely seeing that every nook and cranny is perfectly decorated. Dark tones with a modern flair, expensive and dripping in luxury.

Katsuki is somewhere, you can feel him, hear him yelling at someone over the phone. The noise comes from a room tucked away near what appears to be a personal library. It’s all for show, you assume, dust settled on book spines and pristine pages without wear.

It’s all a show, really. Just a way for him to revel in his own wealth...not that you wouldn’t do the same.

You peek into his office when you hear him grow quiet.

He’s still naked as the day he was born, one leg draped on top of a fairly clean desk. His thigh is thick and flexing like he’s angry.

He looks huge, powerful, sunlight soaking into tawny skin as he furiously writes something on his phone. His tattoos look less menacing and more artful in the noonday light.

There’s something squirming in your chest, growing in your gut.

“What’s puzzling you?”

Katsuki’s head snaps at the sound of your voice, eyes like hard gemstones when he looks at you.

“Nothing. Shouldn’t you be like napping or some shit?”

Crossing your arms, you lean against his door frame, well aware that his nose is twitching at the smell of your pussy hiding just out of reach under the shirt you’ve claimed.

“Don’t tell me you think all I do is fuck and sleep?”

“That’s all you’ve done for four days,” he smirks, knowing full well you were just in heat.

“Well I’m back to being more...cognizant now. And I can feel you, too, you know. I know something’s bothering you.”

Heavy hands shove against his desk as he stands, growling and prowling around his office like an animal in a cage.

“Just not…” he sighs, hand running over his face, “god damn it, I feel guilty for getting mad at you, alright? I don’t...I shouldn’t know who you fucked before me. It won’t end well.”

“You? Guilty? I’m in shock. At least age has helped your self-awareness.”

He sneers at your sarcasm, finally approaching you within the doorway. The muscle in his jaw is twitching, fists clenching, cock incredibly distracting between his legs despite being flaccid.

“Listen. I’m just not...I’m not used to this,” he presses his hand so hard against your chest that it makes an audible thunk, makes you jump, “whatever the fuck is in here.”

Mimicking him, you slip your fingers between his firm pectorals, palm flat against the root of your bond.

“Yeah, it’s...it’s nothing like what they teach us about, is it? I mean I suppose everyone feels bonds differently, but you...you’re really fucking intense, Katsuki. It’s been barely twelve hours and I’ve felt you tugging at me, like you’re trying to take me all over again.”

The pads of his fingers smooth over your chest, crumpling thin cotton as he pets at you.

“What else does it feel like?” He’s gone serious on you, fury tucked away in his back pocket.

“Like thread, like you’ve wrapped me up in a fucking lasso and strung me tight. And it’s...warm, burning hot, like how your body flashes when you’re caught in a lie or scared.”

“Mhm.”

Absently, his fingers trace over your bite mark. He blinks a few times, pulling the big shirt down your shoulder only to look confused.

“You’re not bleeding anymore. Jesus you’re almost healed. Is that part of your quirk?”

You look down at your shoulder, genuinely surprised to see your mark scabbed, new skin already growing around the edges of where your scars will be.

“No, I’ve just...always healed quickly. But not like this.”

“Your body accepted my mark well apparently. Must’ve wanted it.”

You can’t help but smooth your hand down his chest and feel the grooves of his abdomen against your nails.

“What do I feel like?” you ask, bolder in his presence.

“What are we fucking virgins exploring each other?”

“In a way, yeah, we are. A fresh bonded pair that doesn’t know what this all means.”

Katsuki only grunts, cupping your tit in his hand.

“You claw at me, deep in my chest. And...god damn how do you explain this? You feel...like sex, I guess. Passionate. Tight. But silky, like this weird thready thing just glides over me like water.”

“You know, I bet someone would love to psychoanalyze us.”

He snorts at that, genuine smile creeping onto his face.

“Do you regret it?” He looks pointedly at you, but he’s soft. Honest.

That’s a heavy question, but you answer it quickly.

“No. Because this,” you point your finger between the two of you, moving closer so you can wrap yourself around his naked body, “is the best I’ve ever felt.”

No wonder people kill for their mates.

Katsuki leans down to nose at your neck, scenting your skin with his, lips ghosting over your cheek.

“Because you’re no longer hiding what you are,” he purrs, loud enough to make your bones turn to jelly so you cling to him, “a lion in a world of lambs.”

It takes a few weeks for you to learn just what kind of lion Katsuki is.

He tries to keep the more sinister parts of his life hidden from you, but you catch glimpses from time to time. The smell of iron on his skin when he comes home late, a fresh scar hiding between the lines of his tattoos.

He’s become a more gentle beast with you, all sweet purrs and morning sex and kisses to your neck as you both try to work through the novelty of mating. But you know whenever he leaves you behind, he’s as brutal as he’s ever been. Perhaps more so, because now he’s got an omega to care for, to buy a new life for.

A few days after your claiming, you asked for all your old things, to at least be able to contact your agency and tell them you aren’t dead, just...out of commission.

Both requests were met with a stern, canine sneering no.

Instead, he bought you more lavish things than you could imagine. Luxury clothes, shoes, skincare, a top of the line phone with even more top of the line security so your access is limited.

He even bribed the news outlets to stop the reports on the missing hero.

You’re living the life of a spoiled princess stuck in a tower, just waiting for your testy prince charming to return home and fuck you until you can’t see straight.

Some rational part of you tells you to run away, that you need to escape and live your life, but that’s always smothered the moment Katsuki comes through the door and the bond in your chest flutters and chirps like a bird stuck in a cage.

This particular night, he shuffles in around two a.m., suit jacket and tie noticeably absent. You’ve been curled up on the couch reading, so your ears perk when you hear him grunt and run water into the kitchen sink.

“Late night?”

He never speaks to you about work, still cautious about revealing things you already know. It’s still just suspicions as long as he doesn’t offer confirmations.

“You should be asleep, princess.”

The sleeves on his white shirt are rolled tightly around his forearms, speckled with a recent red. He’s dutifully scrubbing away between his fingers, erasing scent, evidence.

“Hard to sleep without you. You know, most couples take a honeymoon after they mate so they can figure out all the fresh influx of feelings and bullshit.”

There’s amusement in his glare, “You asking me to take you on a vacation?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say no to being able to leave your apartment. But not what I meant. I’m just saying—”

“You want more attention?”

“I—no, I’m saying that eventually I’ll be able to sleep without you here. It’s all just so new, bodies and hormones figuring shit out. It won’t always be so raw.”

The way Katsuki smiles catches you off guard, like a little boy holding back a secret. He chuckles, takes pause in washing his hands so he can look at you.

“You don’t get it, do you? Primes aren’t like that, especially not together. You’re gonna be lovestruck for me till the day one of us dies.”

A hum runs through your chest, straight to your heart, that tells you that he’s very, very thrilled by this prospect.

He shakes his hands in the sink, blood and water still coating his palms as he moves to cup your face.

“I picked you because of what you are. Who you are is just a bonus. Together we can be fucking limitless.”

The scent of blood is thick on his hands, makes you turn your cheek so you can inhale who was once in his grasp.

“Smells like another alpha,” it smells familiar, but you keep that to yourself.

“I’m sure it does.”

Katsuki slips his thumb between your lips, admiring how you willingly curl your tongue against his skin. He has no fear of you biting him, of you fighting back. It hurts too much to do so, makes your head go numb and your ribs ache if you deny yourself the pleasure of having him.

You recognize the taste in your mouth almost instantly. Blood of an alpha you’ve lied with.

Katsuki always gets what he wants, doesn’t he?

He’ll corrupt you, you know he will. Take your bond and wrap it around your throat until every heroic thought is washed away and replaced by his own ideologies.

Your mate is awakening something wicked inside of you, and it terrifies you.

It makes you feel alive.

Part I | Part III

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bakakugo · 2 years

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hello could i get a scenario where reader is absolutely clueless abt biology and shes so insecure abt her small titties and her yandere bff kirishima notices and tells her he knows an excercise and hell help her but she absolutely has to trust him and he just wants to knock her up🥵

the anon later requested headcanons! he isn’t yandere per se, but he’s one deprived motherfucker.

warnings; kirishima is a dirty liar, forced impregnation, breeding, you consent to sex but you’re unaware that he wants to impregnate you

it was driving him crazy. fuck, did you not see him as a man? you two were close, not necessarily in a way he'd want, but he'd convinced himself it was enough

but there you were, groping your breasts in front of him, dissatisfaction written across your features

kirishima felt his pants becoming tight as he let his thoughts wander- if those were his damn hands, dissatisfaction would be the last thing on your little mind, he'd make you feel like a damn goddess

he almost choked on his own spit when you inquired if he knows any exercises to make them bigger

his thoughts were going mile a minute, becoming lewder with every second. could- could he allow himself to be such a scumbag? he knew you were innocent, far too innocent for your own good. would he truly use it against you?

personally, he loved them as they were, they'd send him into a frenzy on sight, but wouldn’t he fail as a man if he were to deny your wish?

because that's all it was! it was him fulfilling your wish, he was doing this for you! surely you'd come to understand. wouldn't you? when they become heavy with milk and sensitive beyond imagination, you'd be chanting his name in bliss, perhaps you'd even grow to love him for it

he suggested a massage, at first. to lull you into his embrace, he convinced you your strength wouldn't be enough, especially not when you're not even familiar with the technique. and you'd trust him, of course you would, you'd trust him with your life!

how did he not faint? holding his breath as he placed his palms upon your chest, his bulge coming dangerously close to being discovered. the sighs of pleasure you'd release when he flicked across your nipple. it was killing him. it was destroying the last bit of self control he had

"there is another way, a faster one," he mused, struggling to keep his voice nonchalant, "sex."

at that point you became sceptical, but lie after lie spewed from his mouth without hesitation. you didn't know? certain hormones are released upon climax. or something like it. the more you do it the better.

before he even had a chance to offer himself up as your partner, you asked him, your face red as a cherry, and that was all he needed. you’d only trust him, you said

he'd coo to you, giving every deprived action of his a reasoning. he's kissing you because it helps you get into the mood, naturally. he's lapping at your perk nipples to get the blood going, it makes the massage more effective

you eat it up much like he eats up your pussy juices, determined to make you feel as if you've reached the heavens. as an apology for tricking you. as an apology for being so damn selfish

he'd have felt regret chipping away at him, were it not for his mind getting lost in singing you praises and soaking up your moans and pleas. it was him- him who was making you feel this good; he was the one who turned you into his cock hungry princess. the least he could do was promise to keep you stuffed.

once he spilled himself inside you, he felt jitters down his spine, knowing what he's just damned you to. and there you were, in his lap, kissing his neck and begging for more. you were so damn clueless. naive. and his.

his. as if he'd let you go after this, after he impregnates you. as if you'd look anywhere else for comfort except him once you realized he placed a life ruiner inside you. how could it happen? you weren’t in love! a child comes only when the two love each other, everyone knows that!

he’d come up with excuses later. for now, he kissed you back passionately before pinning you down onto the bed, placing your thighs on his wide shoulders. he was just fulfilling your wish.

#bnha #bnha smut #bnha yandere #kirishima #kirishima ejirou #yandere kirishima #kirishima smut #yandere headcanons #kirishima x reader #tw:dark content #twisted love

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dadbodosamu · 3 years

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what’s my name? [daddy] || part 3

Stepdad Miya Osamu x Cis!Fem Reader x Miya Atsumu

WARNINGS: pseudoincest (stepdad and uncle), threesome, daddy kink, creampie, cum eating, lowkey miyacest but not really, anal (f receiving), oral (f receiving), double penetration, painal, anal fingering, light degradation, dacryphilia, rimming (kinda), UNREALISTIC AND UNSANITARY SEX DON’T DO THIS

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part one || part two || part three

“How’d’ya like the show, Tsumu?” Osamu asks.

Your head jerks around to see Atsumu standing across the room, palming his cock through grey sweatpants.

“Oh, it was great,” Atsumu says. “Liked that part at the beginning. Something about taking us both at the same time?”

“U-uncle Tsumu!” You exclaim, still sitting on Osamu’s softening cock.

“What is it, doll? Tell Uncle Tsumu what ya want,” Atsumu says, coming up behind you. His hands run down your sides and back up your shirt, cupping your breasts.

“Want Uncle Tsumu to fuck me,” you breathe, bucking your hips as he pinches your nipples. Osamu hisses from the overstimulation under you.

“Yeah? Ya want this?” Atsumu asks, moving one hand to grab his bulge. You nod.

“Want you to fill me up, too, Uncle Tsumu,” you say, rolling your hips. Osamu’s cock twitches deep inside you, beginning to harden again.

“Want me to cum inside yer ass while Samu fucks yer cute, little cunt? Ya said ya would take both of us, doll,” Atsumu says, twisting your nipple. You moan lightly and grab Atsumu’s forearm.

“Wanna be full,” you moan as Osamu bounces you lightly on his fully hard cock.

“Is daddy not enough for ya, doll?” Atsumu asks, pulling your shirt off and tossing it across the room.

“Tsumu,” Osamu growls, squeezing your hips tighter.

“Daddy fills me up so well,” you say, running your hands down Osamu’s muscular chest. Osamu thrusts into you hard, pulling a broken moan from your lips.

“Stop hoggin’ her,” Atsumu says, pulling you up and off of Osamu’s cock. You let out a gasp at the sudden emptiness. Osamu’s cum pours out of you, running down your thighs and your eyes burn.

“Daddy!” You cry, reaching out for him.

“She’s not a fuckin’ toy, Atsumu,” Osamu sneers. Atsumu rolls his eyes as he carries you to his room.

“Are ya comin’ or not? How are we both supposed to fuck her on the couch?” Atsumu calls.

“Damn it, Atsumu,” Osamu swears, tucking his wet cock into his pants and following.

“Feel empty,” you pout. Atsumu lays you on his plush mattress gently.

“Don’t worry, doll, I’m gonna fill ya up real nice,” Atsumu says. He spreads your legs wide before pushing them up to your chest, revealing your messy cunt. Osamu’s cum oozes out of you, running down to Atsumu’s sheets.

“Daddy,” you whine as Osamu appears next to Atsumu.

“What is it, baby girl? Tell daddy and Uncle Tsumu what you want,” Osamu says. Atsumu catches the cum leaking out of you and slowly pushes it back in. You let out a small moan.

“I think I want her sloppy cunt, ‘Samu,” Atsumu says, sliding two fingers in you.

“Uncle Tsumu,” you moan as he scissors his fingers, needlessly stretching you out.

“Why don’t ya prep her ass, then?” Osamu suggests, pulling his shirt off. “Bet her little hole is so tight. Ya got lube, Tsumu?”

“Middle drawer,” Atsumu says, pointing at his nightstand. “Bet I won’t need it. She’s so fuckin’ wet, she’s makin’ a spot on the sheets.”

Atsumu pulls his fingers out with a lewd, squelching sound and presses one finger against your tight asshole.

“Ts-Tsumu,” you choke as he slowly pushes his pointer finger in. “H-hurts so good.”

“She’s so fuckin’ tight,” Atsumu grunts. “She’s suckin’ my finger in like a slut.”

“Relax, sweetheart,” Osamu says, squeezing your thigh as he hands Atsumu the lube. “Lube. Now.”

“I think she likes the pain,” Atsumu says. “Is that right, doll? You like it when it hurts.”

You nod. The burn only makes everything feel so much more sensitive, and before long you’re fucking yourself on to Atsumu’s finger, begging for more.

“More, want more, Uncle Tsumu,” you whine, grinding your hips down, trying to get more friction. The burning is all but gone and you find yourself missing it.

“Do ya want the lube, baby doll?” Atsumu asks. You shake your head.

“Wanna feel you,” you say.

“Are ya sure, baby? I don’t want you to hurt too bad,” Osamu says.

“Wan’ it to hurt,” you moan. “Feels so good.”

Atsumu breathes deeply before slowly adding another long, thick finger. You let out a high-pitched moan, fisting Atsumu’s white sheets tightly.

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Atsumu groans. “Almost wanna fuck her just like this.”

You clench around his fingers at the thought of him taking you with barely any prep. Your virgin hole stretching around his cock, with only Osamu’s cum and his own precum as lube. You moan as Atsumu scissors his fingers, stretching you out.

“Ah, she likes that,” Atsumu says. “Ya wanna take my cock just like this? Feel it for days, doll, ya wouldn’t be able t’ sit without feelin’ me.”

“Wanna be full,” you whine. You moan as Atsumu roughly twists his fingers deep inside you.

“Samu, why didn’t ya tell me yer little girl was such a pain slut? Look at her, practically beggin’ me t’ fuck her dry,” Atsumu sneers. He adds a third finger suddenly. The new stretch knocks the breath out of you, your back arches off the bed and you gasp as Atsumu quickly pumps his fingers in and out of you.

“Hurts,” you moan. Your eyes roll back as Atsumu gathers spit in his mouth and spits directly into your hole.

“Aw, the little baby can’t take it, huh?” Atsumu coos, using his spit as lube.

“Do ya need lube, sweetheart?” Osamu asks, staring down at you worriedly.

“She can take it,” Atsumu says, fingers not slowing down. “Look at her, practically fuckin’ herself on my fingers.”

Your hips were meeting his fingers with every thrust. The stretch was burning all the way to your core and your juices were mixing with Atsumu’s spit, lubing his fingers in the process.

“She likes it so much, she’s creamin’ around nothin’,” Atsumu says. “Rub her clit, Samu.”

Osamu rubs his fingers through your wet folds before rubbing figure-8s over your clit.

“Oh!” You gasp, back arching. “More, more, please!”

Atsumu leans down and licks over your hole boldly before adding a fourth finger.

“What a slut, taking four fingers with no lube,” Atsumu sneered. “Bet ya could take my whole fist, isn’t that right, doll?”

“Atsumu,” Osamu warns. “Shut the fuck up before I end this.”

“Daddy, ‘m close,” you whine, walls clenching around nothing. “Wanna cum!”

“Go ahead, baby,” Osamu says. “Cum for daddy and Uncle Tsumu.”

You cum with a loud cry. Neither twin slows down, milking every last second of your orgasm. Your thighs twitch with overstimulation.

“I think she’s ready,” Atsumu says, pulling his fingers out. You whine at the empty feeling.

“Fuck me, please, I want it so bad, daddy, Uncle Tsumu,” you beg.

“You heard the princess,” Atsumu says. “How do ya want to do this?”

“Want daddy to hold me,” you say.

“I’ll be on bottom, then,” Osamu says. He leans against Atsumu’s headboard and pulls you on top of him, legs splayed out over his thighs. “Ya gonna be a good girl and take us both?”

You nod as you lift your hips. Osamu drags his cock along your slit. You moan as his cock catches your hole.

“Fuck me, daddy, please,” you whine, bucking your hips. “Please, I want you in me.”

Osamu lines his cock up with your hole, “Go on, sweetheart, take what you want.” You slowly sink down with a low moan.

“So good,” you breathe. “So deep in me.”

“Ya ready for me, princess?” Atsumu asks. His bare chest is warm against your back and you can feel his cock pressing against your ass.

“Please,” you say, arching your back slightly. “Wreck me, Uncle Tsumu. Make me hurt.”

“Fuck, yer sayin’ just what I want t’ hear, princess,” Atsumu groans. The fat head of his cock presses against the rim of your asshole. “Ya want it t’ hurt, huh? What’s the matter, daddy doesn’t give it to ya hard enough?”

“Yer a dick, Tsumu,” Osamu snaps.

Atsumu ignores Osamu as he pushes the head of his cock past your rim. You gasp and jerk forward unintentionally. Atsumu clamps down on your hips with an iron grip.

“Nah, princess, ya said ya wanted it t’ hurt,” Atsumu says. “I’m only givin’ ya what ya wanted.”

“Atsumu,” Osamu warns. You shake your head as tears burn at your eyes.

“More,” you grunt. “Hurts good.” You were more stretched than you’d ever been and Atsumu was barely in. Any pain you would’ve felt was washed away by the excitement of having both twins seated deep in you. You could already see the way your lower tummy would bulge once they were both balls deep. A shiver of excitement ran up your spine.

“Daddy’s so soft with me,” you say, slightly pushing back on Atsumu’s cock. “Want someone to fuck me until I’m broken.”

“Oh, I’m about to fuck ya until yer dumb, princess,” Atsumu says. You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Daddy’s gonna remember that, little girl,” Osamu whispers in your ear. Your walls clench around him at the thought of punishment.

“Might wanna hold her still,” Atsumu says, slowly sliding out. His grip on your hips hasn’t loosened and Osamu wraps his arms around you, holding you firmly to his chest. Atsumu leans down and presses a small kiss right below your ear.

“Still want it t’ hurt?” He asks, lips brushing against your earlobe. Before you can say anything, Atsumu’s cock is buried in your ass in one, quick movement. You lurch forward, trying desperately to escape the painful stretch. There’s no relief in the motion since you’re caged in by identical iron grips.

You let out a squeak of pain as tears cascade down your cheeks.

“So pretty when ya cry, princess,” Atsumu says, turning your head to the side. “I thought ya wanted it t’ hurt?”

You swallow a sob before you can reply. “S-so full, Uncle Tsumu. Gonna tear in half.”

“She’s fuckin’ chokin’ my cock,” Osamu moans. “She liked it. Her walls are just milkin’ me.”

“I told ya, ya had a little pain slut on yer hands,” Atsumu says. “She’s clenchin’ me so tight I can’t pull out.”

“Let her adjust a little, Tsumu,” Osamu says, “she’s already cryin’ like a little baby.”

“‘m not!” You protest, burying your face in Osamu’s chest.

“Oh, princess, ya shouldn’t’a said that…” Atsumu says. His hands tighten on your hips. “‘Cause if yer not cryin’, well then, I’m just not goin’ hard enough, am I?”

You hiss when Atsumu pulls out of you slowly.

“No, no, ‘m sorry, Uncle Tsumu!” You cry. “I’m crying!”

“It’s okay, sweetie, daddy’s got you,” Osamu says, holding you tightly.

Atsumu slams into you with a near thunderous clap . Your back arches as you dig your nails into Osamu’s stomach and you let out a loud yelp.

“Ts-Tsumu!” You cry as he pounds your ass relentlessly. The intense pain brings more tears to your eyes. Atsumu reaches around and roughly grabs one of your bouncing breasts.

“What’s the matter, princess? Too hard for you?” Atsumu grunts, rolling your nipple between his pointer and middle fingers. You moan loudly.

“Hurts!” You exclaim. “So good!” A sob wracks through your body. Atsumu moans as you tighten around him.

“What a pain slut,” Atsumu says. You nod as you cry. Osamu gently thumbed your tears away, pulling you down for a soft kiss.

“Yer such a good girl, takin’ us both,” Osamu whispers.

“Move, daddy, please,” you beg. Atsumu’s hard thrusts were pushing Osamu’s cock deeper in you but you needed more.

Osamu’s hands wrapped around your sides as he lifts you slightly off his cock. You whimper as Atsumu’s cock abuses you at a different angle. Osamu’s slow, deep thrusts were just enough to cancel the persistent pain caused by Atsumu’s hard and fast ones. You threw your head back in ecstasy as the twins fell into a brutal rhythm.

“Daddy,” you moan, hands running up Osamu’s thick chest. Atsumu grunts and twists your nipple. “Tsumu, ‘m so full.”

Your hand drifts down your own abdomen, tracing around the bulge where Osamu was seated deep in you. You moan before letting your fingers drift a little more until they reach your clit.

“Gonna cum,” you whimper as you rub the sensitive nub. Your legs twitch from all the stimulation.

“Go ‘head, baby, cum for daddy,” Osamu says.

Atsumu knocks your hand away, placing his own fingers over your clit, rubbing vicious circles around it. You moan loudly.

“Cum for me , princess,” Atsumu says. “Right. Now.”

You let out a high pitched moan as the coil in your stomach finally snaps. You gush around Osamu’s cock, walls squeezing around him as he moans.

“Fuck, squeezin’ me so tight, yer milkin’ my cock, sweetheart,” Osamu moans. His hips falter as his cock twitches deep inside you.

“Fill me up, daddy, please,” you moan, bouncing on his cock. “Want your cum in me.”

“Yeah? Want me to fill up yer slutty, little cunt?” Osamu asks. You nod. “Come ‘ere, sweetheart.” Osamu pulls you into a breathtaking kiss as he pumps you full of his seed.

“That’s enough o’ that,” Atsumu says. He pulls you up off of Osamu and into his chest. He easily manipulates your body until you’re face down in his mattress and your ass is up in the air. “Gonna fuck ya real well now, princess.”

“Fill me up, please, Uncle Tsumu,” you beg, arching your back. “Cum in me.”

“Fuck,” he swears. “Wanna cum in that sweet cunt o’ yers.”

“Please, please,” you moan as he continues to fuck your ass. “Want you to cum in my cunt.”

Atsumu looks at Osamu with the question written on his face.

“Go ahead, fill ‘er up, Tsumu,” Osamu says.

Atsumu pulls completely out, leaving your knees weak. He wraps one strong arm around you and plunges into your pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” Atsumu swears. “So tight, even after Samu’s filled ya up twice.”

“Fill me up, Uncle Tsumu,” you moan. “Cum in my tight, little pussy, please!”

“Whatever ya want, princess,” Atsumu moans. His hips stutter as you clench around him. “Fuck, gonna fill you up so good. You gonna cum for me again, princess?”

You nod as you reach down to play with your clit. “Want your cum in me, Uncle Tsumu,” you say.

“As soon as you- fuck!- as soon as you cum around my cock,” Atsumu says. “Want you gushing around me, milking my cock, princess.”

“So close, Uncle Tsumu,” you breathe. “Need more.”

Atsumu pulls out, flipping you over, before pounding back into you. He wraps his arms around you, lifting you into his chest. You moan loudly as he hits that spongy, little spot inside you head on.

“Cum on my cock, princess,” he whispers in your ear as you wrap your legs around him. You nod as he fucks you deeper than before.

“Fuck, fuck,” you moan, digging your fingers into his shoulders. You drag your nails down his skin as you cum hard, juices gushing, mixing with Osamu’s cum. “Please, fill me up, Uncle Tsumu! I need it, I need your cum in me!”

“Fuck,” Atsumu grunts as his cock twitches deep inside you. You roll your hips and your walls flutter around him as he paints them white.

“So, full,” you breathe as Atsumu fucks you through his orgasm. Your walls milk him until he hisses from overstimulation.

“Fuck, yer such a good girl, princess,” Atsumu says, laying you down next to Osamu.

You frown as you feel cum leaking down your thighs.

“It’s leaking,” you whine. “Wanna be full.”

Atsumu spreads your legs wide and leans down, licking a broad stripe up your messy slit. You gasp as his tongue pushes his cum back inside of you.

“Just gonna clean ya up, princess,” Atsumu whispers, pushing your legs up to your chest.

You clench around nothing, pushing his and Osamu’s loads out of your cunt. Atsumu licks it up with a low slurping noise.

“Come on, give me more, princess,” he says. He uses his thumb to rub circles over your clit. Your walls spasm from overstimulation.

“Tsumu!” You cry as you cum. Your juices squirt out, drenching his face.

“That’s my princess,” he praises, licking his lips. Atsumu wipes his face off before climbing up his bed to lay on your other side. “Come here, princess.”

You twist out of Osamu’s arms to face Atsumu. He grabs your chin gently and pulls you into a slow, soft kiss.

“I love ya, princess,” Atsumu mumbles, cupping your cheek. Your cheeks burn.

“I love you, too, Uncle Tsumu,” you say. Osamu’s arms tighten around you. “I love you, too, daddy.”

“I love you, sweetheart,” Osamu says. You yawn cutely and snuggle into the soft sheets below you. Atsumu yawns and tosses an arm around your waist.

“Next time, I get her cunt,” Atsumu says, closing his eyes.

“You’ll get what I give you, dumbass,” Osamu says.

“Bastard.”

“Bitch.”

You smile as the sound of the twins arguing fades as you fall asleep.

Next time…

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theodora3022 · 3 years

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tw: rant

Well, fk it

If one does not bother to ask for my explination before jumping into messed-up conclusions, then maybe I should have never considered them as friends.

Did you ever read my rules? I made it crystal clear that I DO NOT CONDONE RL TOXIC BEHAVIOURS in all caps and bold.

I literally write "THIS IS NOT HEALTHY LOVE AND IS MEANT TO MAKE YOU UNCOMFY" on the top of my every recent dark fic

Those should represent me and my principles more then a reblog right?

But if that rb truly leaves anyone the impression that I support romantization of r*pe, I will remove it now. Better to be safe then sorry.

Good day.

#tw: discource #tw: rant #theodora.txt #not happy but eh #what can you do #not like I'm actively involved in that fandom anymore #tw: swearing #tw: r*pe #tw:dark content #feeling kind of dizzy going to go drink milk #maybe I should leave that fandom all together #just to mark the borderline

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 2 months

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Game of Thrones Fic List

🖤= tw:dark content

🍑= smut

📚= series/multi-part

💌= requested

For Whom the Bell Tolls (Margaery Tyrell x Baratheon!Reader)

A glance and a sassy comment. The more time you two spent alone together, the less of a sister you became to one another. It wasn’t your intention to fall in love with the wife of your brother. You had never really felt bad about it when Maragery was married to Joffrey, but now that she was wed to your sweet Tommen. . . You couldn’t do that to your sweet lion.

Between Saints and Sinners (Sandor Clegane x Reader)

It had been years since you last saw Sandor Clegane. Years since you had last been in employment at Lord Baelish’s brothel.

A Stark Bride (Aegon Targaryen i x Stark!Reader)

Aegon Targaryen reduced your father, Torrhen Stark, to a mere lord. The Targaryen conqueror had taken the title of king for himself. You wanted to depise them, those beautiful Targaryens with their lavender eyes and silver tresses. But they were beautiful. Terrifying and beautiful just like their dragons.

Promises (Oberyn Martell x Reader) 🖤

Having witnessed the brutal murder of your family, your uncle Oberyn is the only one to fend off your nightmares and the only one you could ever feel an attachment to.

Shedding Skin (Arthur Dayne x Targaryen!Reader)

You wouldn't let your brother Rhaegar humiliate you. No. Faking your own death, you travel to Dorne and there shed your dragon skin to become a new person. A happier person.

A Touch of Gold (Margaery Tyrell x Stark!Reader)

If Renly was to have a lover, then Margaery wanted one as well. And she decided that it just had to be the visiting (y/n) Stark.

Gold and Red (Jaime Lannister x Reader) 🍑

How could you bring yourself to have sex with your child husband? Jaime, however, was a full grown man.

Stupid, Pretty Little Things 🖤

She was the only gift Joffrey wanted for his name day. And Joffrey would be damned if anyone forbade him to what was his.

Targaryen Daughters

After so long staying safely hidden in the privacy of a Sept, you discover your younger sister Daenerys is very well alive. Alive and with three dragons.

A Good, Mean Dog (Sandor Clegane x Baratheon!Reader) 📚

The Princess and the Hound. What a story that would be

Horns That Hold A Crown (Rhaegar Targaryen x Baratheon!Reader)

The only daughter of Steffon Baratheon, and to Aerys you were th eonly suitable bride for his son Rhaegar. Your previokus engagement to Ned Stark was broken. Now you found yourself the bride of a dragon instead that of a wolf.

Ruined Hallelujah (Margaery Tyrell x Baratheon!Reader)

You had expected such a move from Robert, maybe even Stannis, but never from your brother Renly. He was well aware of your affair with Margaery, even supported it. Yet he had married you off to Robb Stark, King in the North.

Misfit (Daenerys Targaryen x Greyjoy!Reader) 🖤

Nightmares, your nightmares were filled with the blazing symbol of a kraken. As you travel with your siblings to Meereen you hope Queen Daenerys would be willing to help you in defeating Euron.

One True Queen (Rhaegar Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader)📚

What he had done was the greatest insult to you. One that you thought he would never do. You knew he loved you with all his heart, that was certain. You were his sister and his wife. However, that all changed when he took Lyanna Stark as his second wife.

Knight in Blue and Red (Rhaegar Targaryen x Tully!Reader)

You wanted to be in charge of Riverrun when your father died, but because you were the third and youngest daughter of Hoster Tully that was highly impossible. You would show him. Show him that you would be a better successor than your brother Edmure.

Belladonna (Young Robert Baratheon x Reader)

With the death of his father, Robert Baratheon found himself the young lord of Storm's End. A new lordship requires a wife.

Dragon (Daenerys Targaryen x Reader)📚

She had trusted her Unsullied with her life. That was why when one attacked her with a knife she doesn't have him killed. Instead Daenerys wants to get down to the problem. Only when she removes the Unsullied's helmet she is met with the face of a young girl.

A Lion’s Vow (Jaime Lannister x Stark!Reader)💌

This game the both of you played was your only real entertainment in the mess that was the Red Keep. Knowing it’s true nature, your father attempted to keep you close to his side. Reminding you not to trust anyone easily, especially those that belonged to the House of the Lion.

A Mouse in a Lion’s Den (Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader)📚

A little mouse surrounded by ferocious lions? It didn't look to be a good situation, even if those lions happened to be your family.

Exiled (Arthur Dayne x Reader)💌

You run into Ser Arthur Dayne in Essos. Along with a dark haired, gray eyed child.

Glow (Daenerys Targaryen x Reader)

Why she had taken a liking to you among all the others she had freed, you would never know. You had been a personal whore for one of the masters and had gotten pregnant. There were many others like you. Your story was nothing special, but Dany had found you worthy enough to be her close companion. There were even times when you thought that maybe you could be more than her companion.

The Doe That Chases the Hound (Sandor Clegane x Baratheon!Reader)

Normally in a hunt it was a hound’s duty to chase down deer. You went against the natural order of things. This time it was the doe who sought after the hound.

Crimson Lady (Ramsay Bolton x Bolton!Reader, Sansa Stark x Bolton!Reader) 🖤

Sansa should have known better. Of course she'd be every part of a Bolton as her brother Ramsay was.

Loveless (Rhaegar Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader) 🖤💌

There was nothing Rhaegar could do about your sudden engagement. Try as he might, he couldn’t persuade Aerys to marry you to him. It didn’t matter that he proclaim his undying love for you. Didn’t matter how you got on your knees in front of the iron throne and begged him to reconsider. Instead of mercy, the Mad King simply laughed at you.

Just For You (Ramsay Bolton x Reader) 🍑💌

The cruel Ramsay Bolton has an unknown side to him. Not just for anyone though. Only for the maid whom he loves to taunt.

From the Ashes (Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader)📚

A year has passed since (y/n) and her brother Jaime fled from King's Landing to the vast and foreign world of Essos.

Mine First, Mine Last, Mine Even in the Grave (Ramsay Bolton x Reader) 🍑

Even at such a young age, Ramsay was proving a difficult and willful child. He was somewhat twisted in nature that sometimes disturbed his mother. However once he laid eyes on the little baby, he immediately grew attached to her.

Birth of Dragons (Aegon i Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader) 📚

It wasn’t fair of him to choose a favorite between his sisters. Fearless Visenya, playful Rhaenys and loving (y/n). Above them all he secretly placed (y/n) close to his heart.

The Most Impossible Battle (Robert Baratheon x Targaryen!Reader) 🍑

Robert hated all Targaryens. Wise words from those close to him though make Robert Baratheon give in to the idea of taking (y/n) Targaryen as his bride.

Wrap Around (Oberyn Martell x Martell!Reader) 📚🖤

Oberyn was beside himself at the return of his baby sister (y/n). For a year she had been off in Essos, experiencing the rest of the world outside of the safety of Sunspear. Now she was returning to Dorne. Returning to Oberyn.

By Any Other Name (Margaery Tyrell x Reader)

Another Life (Rhaegar Targaryen x Stark!Reader)

Lyanna watches Jon from atop of the courtyard's parapet, her eyes crinkling with pride as she watches Jon best Theon Greyjoy at the dance of swords. Every victory Jon made resulted in him outgrowing the label of bastard. He was so much more than a bastard of Winterfell. Not even Catelyn saw him as such. Many were so shocked when the news came that Ned had brought back his bastard one day. In fact Cat had shown up at Winterfell by his side as he held the infant in his arms, for she was one of three that knew the truth about Jon Snow.

What We Sow (Theon Greyjoy x Greyjoy!Reader) 🍑🖤💌

This was his home, a place where the salt of the sea and the cries of seagulls were a constant presence and where you were. Waiting so patiently as always. His queen, his sister, his wife. He'd been dreaming of the moment when he'd be reunited with you after so long.

Omission (Theon Greyjoy x Stark!Reader)💌🍑

Robb wasn't being dramatic when he claimed your change toward Theon. From innocent children to teenagers, everything happened so fast that you weren't really able to comprehend what was going on with your own head. When Theon first arrived to your family, you were a small child. You and Robb grew attached to him immediately. For so long you saw him as a brother. Then it just stopped the moment you bled.

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arvandus · 3 years

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Health Status: Alive. Fanfic Status: Arv branches out into more Dark Content

Between my elderberry tea and my cocktail of cold medicine, I’m actually feeling like a human being today even though I got only 3 hours of sleep (that’s what happens when you take two naps and then your brain obsesses over fanfiction for the rest of the night).

On that note, I’ve been having brainrot over my angsty Chisaki fic that’s been sitting in my WIPs. It’s a childhood friends to lovers story that follows Chisaki’s descent into villainy that Reader can’t prevent, and will likely end with some yandere at the end (me?? writing yandere?? who tf am I??). Prepare for softness, angst, and some dark themes by the end (obviously). Might even give it a sequel, but no promises yet. I might share some snippets here and there, so keep an eye out, and if you’re interested, I can start a taglist for the fic. :)

#arvandus rambles #writing updates #chisaki #overhaul #tw:dark content #tw:dark themes #tw:yandere

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xunforseenthreatx · 1 year

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heyy!! ❤️ ur work and if it isn’t too much of a big deal can i req billy (loomis) and stu (macher) x fem!s/o who’s absolutely yandere over them?

if your uncomfy doing yandere u can switch it out with obsessive/obsessed ^^ but if ur uncomfy with both you don’t have to do it, thank you!

I would love to !!! I'll get this out as soon as I can !!! 🖤🥺 thank you so much for reaching out!!!

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lady-lauren · 3 years

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The Lion’s Den

Pairing: Zeke Yeager x Reader

Warnings: noncon, forced infidelity, kidnapping, manipulation, creampie, praise with a dash of degradation, tiniest bit of blood, use of daddy, slight mafia/gang au

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I hate that my first published work on this blog is for Zeke, but he crept into my brain and now here he is. Please heed the warnings, he’s a toxic motherfucker.

“Sir, we have a surprise waiting for you.”

Braun’s voice filters through the cracks of the closed door and makes you squirm.

You’ve already been berating yourself for being so foolish, mumbling curses and soaking the fabric tied between your lips with spit. You knew better than to enter Warrior territory on your own, but you fluffed your own feathers with reminders of “I’m strong, they won’t catch me.”

But they did. Of course they did, with grins and malice and handcuffs that still cut into your skin.

“A surprise? For me?” His voice makes you sick, makes your veins run cold when he opens the door and his glasses catch the light, “Oh you shouldn’t have.”

There’s blood on his cuffs, still ruby red and smearing as he rolls the white sleeves up his forearms.

Zeke Yeager smiles at you. A genuine, ghastly smile, full of teeth and mirth.

“I’ve been dying to taste the Commander’s wife.”

The pride inside of you boils over, makes your shoulders straighten. You think to yourself how most women would’ve cowered away, curled up in the corner of his office and trembled at the thought of their fate in his hands. But you stayed where you’d been plopped onto his desk, legs crossed, fingers fiddling with your binds like your nails could somehow pick locks.

Zeke shuts his door, clicks the deadbolt. Shadows of traitorous gold hair fade away from textured glass windows.

“Well, I suppose there’s no use for games, sweetheart,” he speaks slowly and with purpose, stepping forward to hook a finger under the gag around your cheek, “No use for questions you won’t answer, information you won’t give. Too faithful to your husband’s cause, hm?”

You try to kill him with your glare, try to use the hammering of your heart and the heaving of your breasts as a show of rage instead of fear.

“Nah, no use for games.”

Strong fingers rip the cloth from your mouth and you breathe harder than you expected to, saliva clinging to the threads that fall around your neck. Zeke grips your jaw, moves your face back and forth in examination.

“Doesn’t look like you put up much of a fight. Did you get captured just so you could come see me without guilt?”

Eyes of royal blue stare into your own, unyielding, wrinkled from his perpetual grin.

There’s no point in answering, it just feeds him.

“Oh, come now, don’t be shy. You can tell Daddy your heart’s desires, they’ll be safe with me.”

Retorts roll around in your head, but you smother them away.

“If you’re going to kill me,” you try to shake your head from his grasp to no avail, “I’d prefer you do it swiftly.”

He bursts into laughter, spit and triumph fanning over your face.

“Cute, real cute. If I was going to kill you, I’d make it slow and fun. Fun for me, of course. But no, I dare not. Erwin would literally burn the entire city down, gang lines be damned.”

Lean thighs muscle in between your own, knocking your knees onto his desk as he spreads your legs.

“He’ll do that regardless if you don’t send me home.”

Your husband is always your trump card, always the one thing that keeps men like Zeke Yeager away from you. Erwin has made you untouchable, made you fiercer on battlegrounds than ever before. But he’s not here. He doesn’t know where you are.

Zeke smells of copper and rum, metallic and sweet. His thumb prods at your lower lip, index finger petting at the softness of your jaw.

“Oh, I’m going to send you home, sweetheart. Stuffed with cum and dripping like the little whore you are.”

He swallows you whole, mouth and tongue greedy to pry your lips apart as his hands squeeze your tits. Your wrists struggle against the cuffs behind your back, your thighs attempt to shut but it only brings him closer.

Your teeth encase his tongue, blood seeping into your mouth. But it doesn’t faze him, just makes a chuckle rumble beneath his chest as he pushes against you harder, hungrier. His kiss is wet, methodical, powerful. Your mouth moves against his before you can stop it; you act for survival, perhaps, or maybe he’s already making you numb. All you know is that this feels wrong, like you’ve taken a misstep and landed right into a starving lion’s den, and instead of fear you feel excitement.

“Fuck you taste good, sweet. Does Erwin kiss you like this?”

There’s no time to answer, not with heavy hands pulling at the seams of your dress, the shrill cry of threads echoing against filing cabinets.

“You should’ve known I would find you in my territory,” he slants his mouth against yours again, like he can’t help himself, “your face is too pretty not to recognize.”

He’s right and you hate it.

Palms and nails are rough with your breasts; he gropes you like he owns you.

His forcefulness pushes your weight back onto your bound hands, making you hiss as the metal cuffs dig into your wrists and lower back.

“Let me go.”

“Why? You wanna touch me?”

You stop squirming, taking a moment to breathe and feel the weight of him between your thighs.

You have a choice: fight, or play pretend. Neither is easy, but one could get you back into bed with your husband with less bruises.

“Let me,” you whisper, arching your neck up to look evil in its face, “let me touch you, Zeke.”

There’s a pregnant pause. He’s weighing the options, you can see the scales balancing back and forth in his gaze behind the rims of his glasses.

“This is your opportunity,” you persuade, “don’t you want to feel my touch?”

“Mhm, you drive a hard bargain.” He releases one of your tits so he can fish in his pocket, finding the metal key that Reiner had placed in his willing hand.

Zeke takes the opportunity to suck at your throat as he reaches behind you, wiry beard scratching against your skin alongside his warm tongue.

“Slap me or punch me and I’ll do it twice as hard to you. Capisce?”

You moan when the heavy cuffs fall from your bones, and he takes it as a sign of understanding.

He’s not about to waste his opportunity. Zeke moves quickly, tearing remnants of your dress down your legs, peeling it away from your torso as he shoves you flat onto his desk. You stare up into the fluorescent lights, coming to terms with your situation. A hot mouth trails down your body, fingers pinch at your nipples and at the fat of your hips. He’s telling you something, words of affirmation concerning how much he’s wanted this, how he’s envied seeing you standing next to Erwin all these years. But his words are just sounds.

To play into your charade, your fingers absentmindedly tangle in his hair as he plants open-mouth kisses on your belly. You imagine the strands to be lighter, fingertips even searching for an undercut. He moans differently, though. It’s more sinister, deeper, like a man devouring something he shouldn’t.

You can still taste blood in your mouth.

Your legs spread when he tugs at your panties, your breath hitches when one of his arms curls around your thigh.

“I’m starting to think you did want to get caught, sweetheart. Your pretty little pussy is just weeping for me.”

His index finger swipes between your folds and you whine, eyes closing so hard you see colors.

“Maybe, a-ah—” that finger slips inside of you, long and curling upwards until you moan.

“Oh you’re fucking tight. Must not be getting fucked like you deserve.”

Your nails dig into his scalp when his tongue swirls over your clit, slowly, delicately. He slips lower, your folds curving over the edge of his tongue as he pulls his finger out to press into your hole. He listens to your sounds, how you’re sucking in breaths as his nose brushes up against you as he plunges his tongue several times. In and out, fucking you on his tongue.

He’s savoring you.

His fingers find you again, mouth coming up for air. You can feel him smirk, feel how his cheeks spread by how his beard presses into your thighs

“I hate you,” your voice is weaker.

“Oh I bet you do. Hate how good I make you feel.”

Two fingers plunge into you, faster than you expect so it makes you gasp and arch your back on his desk. He finds a quick rhythm, pumping into you over and over and admiring how your flesh wraps around his digits. The slick sounds make you go numb in your mind even though your nerves are on fire. His thumb circles your clit and you jump, legs shaking.

“Mhm, you’re so sensitive. I like that. You’ll feel so good clenching around my cock.”

He stands, startling you as his free hand wraps around your throat. Your eyes open and it’s just Zeke in your vision, flaxen hair leaning away from his forehead and lips glossy with slick.

“Excited for my cock, aren’t you, sweetheart?” he coaxes, thumb petting your pulse.

“Y-yes,” and it’s not entirely a lie, not with how his fingers are making your stomach tighten and whimpers sound below the hand on your neck. He knows what he’s doing.

He smirks and gives your throat a healthy squeeze before grabbing one of your limp wrists from his desk. He pulls your hand upward, urging your fingers to splay across his face.

“Touch me,” he coos, pressing your fingertips into his beard, your thumb against the corner of his mouth, “tell me you’re mine.”

Your lips part but only moans pour out, his talented fingers strumming you higher and higher toward ecstasy.

You close your eyes and feel his face slip away, feel his weight shift to where he’s back to watch your willing flesh. His tongue replaces his thumb, giving you quick, calculated licks against your clit that make you feel like you’re burning.

“I’ll make you cum, sweetheart,” you feel every syllable against your cunt, “just tell me what I want to hear.”

The pace quickens and it’s maddening. You’re holding back, trying to clench your muscles and refuse him what he wants. It’s too soon, he’s only played with you, barely worked for this. But your body aches, every nerve ending feels like it’s being touched and licked. The pleasure scares you, and that’s what ignites you.

“Fuck! Y-yours, jesusfuckingchrist, yours!”

You picture your husband’s perfect face between your thighs, but all you can feel is a coarse beard and sickening laughter as you come undone.

It’s a quick release, like a match being lit and blown out immediately. The moment your body spasms, Zeke pulls away, just stands back and watches as you gush and groan. Your cunt constricts around nothing, making you wish for long, mean fingers back inside you again.

“Atta girl, look how pretty you are when you cum.”

Shame settles over your body like a cold blanket, makes you shiver and scoot away as he comes closer again.

He’s eyeing his fingers as he steps forward, index and middle fingers pressing against one another a few times so he can watch how your slick clings to his skin. He offers them to you, palm upturned as he brings them to your lips.

Zeke catches the look in your eyes, “ah, ah, no bite.”

And you don’t, you just accept his fingers into your mouth and suck your slick from his skin. He pumps his fingers a few times in your mouth, grinning with ideas as he sees how your lips slide along the length of them.

“I’ve gotta say, sweetheart, I’m impressed by what a good girl you are.”

The words make your chest ache, your mind ringing with Erwin’s voice saying those words of praise in your head. Good girl, he always says. And you’re still good, you’re so good, you’re doing all you can to be good and come home. You’re good. Aren’t you?

Zeke makes quick work of his pants, pressing you back down against his workspace before you can even glimpse what’s about to go inside of you. His lean body towers over your own, his weight propped up on his elbow as he pants and runs the tip of his cock through your wet folds. The sensation makes you jerk, makes you whimper.

“Kiss me,” it’s a soft demand, and you listen, neck tilting back so your mouth can meld against his. This time it’s intoxicating, a slow rhythm of exploration that leaves you lost.

Your scream echoes into the chamber of his mouth when he forces himself inside of you. You take all of him, your body scorched from the stretch. Your mind is immediately sent into a fog, pleasure pulling the wool over your eyes so you can fade out and just feel. His thrusts are hard and fast, hips barreling into you over and over as he searches for his absolution. You feel every thump of his balls against your ass, feel the head of his cock skimming your walls.

But his stupid voice breaks you out of your haze, makes you start thinking and feeling guilty all over again.

“Fuck. I’m not gonna last long in this sweet little body of yours. You feel better than I ever imagined, sweetheart, so tight, so perf—” he starts rambling into your neck, praises you thought you’d only hear from one man at this point in your life.

One of Zeke’s hands cups your breast, thumb rolling over your nipple and making you moan far louder than you expected. He knows how to play you, he knows.

“Call me Daddy,” he groans, hips snapping up into you so hard that your hips hurt.

The consonant dances behind your teeth a few times, never spilling out.

“Say it!”

You cry out as he slams into you deeper, harder, thick cock nestling in just the right places with each plunge.

“D-Daddy! Daddydaddydaddy,” because it feels too good, because you’re going to explode.

“Good girl,” he’s growling, teeth baring down into the side of your neck, “good fucking girl.”

Zeke shoves his tongue into your open mouth as he cums inside you. He groans at the bliss of feeling your pussy suck his cock into your depths, your own shameful orgasm spurting around him. His hands encase your hips, keeping you flush against golden curls so he can pump you full, just like he promised.

You don’t cry. You refuse to cry, that same simmering wrath you felt earlier spreading over your body like a barrier. You go still, jaw clenched as you watch Zeke uncoil himself from you.

He fixes his glasses, tucks himself into his pants, straightens and smoothes his shirt. Then his hands are on you again, his thumb plugging into your abused hole as he laughs at you.

“Well now wasn’t that nice, sweetheart? I’ll send you home with a bow and a thank you note.”

And he does.

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