Where’s My Language App? [Yandere Shigaraki x Reader]
Title: Where’s My Language App? [Yandere Shigaraki x Reader]
Synopsis: You don’t know who he is. You don’t even know what he’s saying.
Just a short lil thing inspired by some recent posts from @stupid-sloot-headcanons on a darling with a language barrier.
Word Count: 1722
Notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, English-speaking reader/language barrier
You don’t know who he is. You don’t know why he took you. You don’t even know what he’s saying. Not that he’s said all that much since you woke up in a dimly lit room, arms bound in front of you tightly with rope that has gone from itchy to uncomfortable and now bordering on painful as your circulation has waned.
It’s been… three days? Four? You’re not sure. There’s nothing to accurately measure time with. Only the comings and goings of the man who kidnapped you, which don’t seem marked by any particular time of day, give you any sense of time passing.
Most of the time, he just sits in front of you and… talks. You don’t know what about. Your Japanese is rudimentary at best, and though you’d promised your uncle that you were going to immerse yourself in the language during your stay, you found yourself relying on him or strangers or apps on your phone to cross the barrier instead.
You can say hello and goodbye and thank you, but two of those are words you have no intention of speaking to your kidnapper, and one might only make him angry.
So you don’t say anything even when he’s clearly asking you questions. Part of you is afraid, part of you is stubborn. What gives this guy the right to ask you anything? He kidnapped you! Yet you can’t help but shake the fear that knowing you can’t even understand him would make things worse. Maybe he is going to ransom you. Maybe he would get frustrated by your inability to communicate and just kill you, or worse.
Your lack of a response doesn’t get in the way, it seems. He just talks and talks. Sometimes animated, hands waving, passionate about something. Other times his voice gets low and he practically spits words in your face, as you close your eyes or turn away and say nothing. Maybe he’s telling you to say something, to speak up, to answer him.
Still, he hasn’t hurt you. Aside from the soreness in your wrists and muscles from being bound for so long. He gave you a cot to sleep on, and if you pretend that it’s not stained, with a spring shooting out of a hole, it’s comfortable enough. He turns around whenever he hoists you up and pulls you into an attached bathroom, as unkempt as the rest of the room, which at least gives you some dignity.
He feeds you. It’s cheap and tastes old--like leftovers of leftovers. You hate to think of yourself as spoiled, but every time he shoves sodium-laden noodles in your mouth (because he has yet to untie your hands, even for meals) you find yourself missing the frozen meals that your uncle considered “a good dinner.”
You wonder what your uncle is doing now. He’s surely contacted the police. You were staying with him for the summer, an excuse to take a break from the stress of living at home, an excuse to experience a new culture and be independent (or something close to it) for a while. Maybe they would find you any minute now. Maybe you were hours away from being rescued.
The door opens and your muscles tense, exacerbating the pain constantly simmering in your arms and shoulders. You bite the inside of your cheek and steel yourself for another awkward one-sided conversation. Or maybe a mouthful of lukewarm noodles. You’d welcome the noodles more than his words, at this point.
But there’s no bowl in his hands, and you can tell the moment the door shuts--slams--that this is not going to be a simple one-sided conversation.
He’s agitated, clearly. Fingers clenching in and out as he paces the floor in front of you. He’s saying something--you wish at this point you had listened to your uncle’s advice, but this could mean the difference between life and death--and his words are getting higher, more rapid as he continues.
Now and then he turns towards you, saying something that sounds like a question. But you can’t possibly answer when you don’t understand.
Your throat swallows instinctively from dryness and anxiety. Should you say something? What would you even say? Your mind swims furiously, trying to recall how to say “I don’t speak Japanese” in actual Japanese. But nothing comes up.
At your continued silence, he finally turns towards you, reducing the gap between you in seconds with his paces.
He crouches down, face twisted in annoyance. One finger extends and jabs you harshly in the shoulder. He says something, half-snarled, but you have no idea what.
It hurts more than it should, and you feel your muscles crying out in protest at the treatment.
He does it again. Repeating his words, whatever they mean.
You can’t help it. You’re terrified. You’re in pain. All the words bubbling inside you over the last few days, inner conversations, back-and-forth debates about what you should do, boil over and your voice is hoarse but clear as the words come out:
“You’re hurting me!”
At your words, his hand pauses mid-movement.
You don’t know if the decision to keep going is conscious or not. All you know is that you’d rather say something now before he gets the idea to hit you with more than a single finger.
“I--I,” you stammer, licking your dry lips. “I don’t even know what you’re saying! I can’t understand you! I only speak English!”
His hand retracts entirely then.
His response takes a few moments. But it does nothing to ease the anxiety in your stomach, a curdling feeling that gets stronger every second.
Because he responds with a smile. A slow grin taking over his features, leading into a breathy chuckle.
Your body shakes from adrenaline.
“Y-Yeah. Yes. I only speak English.”
Somehow the admission makes you feel humiliated. Maybe it’s the look on his face, grinning and teasing. Maybe it’s the realization that your language barrier makes you even more helpless in this situation.
You don’t have long to think on it, because his hand is reaching for you again. But instead of a harsh jab, you feel a finger on your chin, lifting it up. Then comes an undeniable feeling of his thumb stroking your cheek.
You feel like you’re frozen.
“Silly?” Is he calling you silly for not speaking Japanese? If you weren’t currently held captive, you might bristle at the notion, which hits too close to him. How many times did your uncle to tell you to practice before you came over, anyway?
His face leans in closer and his breath is stale, but you can’t focus on that because of a cold, creeping feeling that has been increasing since he laid his hands on you.
“You should have said earlier.” His grin twitches downward, an spark of annoyance. “I was telling you about the…” He seems to think on it. “Rules. And future. For you.”
He sighs, and leans back, hands resting on his thighs. “I will have to explain it again. But simpler,” he adds, mouth twisting into a smirk.
Tingling prickles of humiliation shoot down your stomach. The meaning of his words, or potential meanings, only heightens your fear. Your body almost feels like it’s floating, light and numb. Perhaps it’s your mind’s way of trying to get the hell out of dodge.
”What do you mean, rules? Future?” It comes out as a whisper. You’re not sure if you can manage more than that.
You’re not sure if you’re comforted or horrified by the condescending tone that follows.
”Your rules,” he says. His hand reaches out for you again, flicking your cheek lightly, teasing. “Your future.”
You flinch away from his touch, and he just chuckles. It’s not like you can go anywhere, anyway, you think. He knows it and you know it.
“I don’t understand,” you mumble. “Is… is this a ransom? Why did you kidnap me? My uncle doesn’t have a lot of money. I’m not anyone famous. I’m just--”
A finger presses against your lips.
“I know who you are. I wanted you. And I have you. So…” He taps his finger on your lips. Hush.
You shift, concerned, uncertain, and your bound wrists brush against him. He glances down at them as if he forgot you’d been tied up at all. You wonder if he’ll cut them off, now that he’s realized why you weren’t responding. Or will you have to wait for him to repeat his… rules for that to happen?
Instead of grabbing a knife as you’d hoped, he simply grabs the rope itself. A fleeting thought shoots through you--he’s going to hold you down now, he’s going to finally do what captors do. But he doesn’t make a move closer.
“My name is Tomura Shigaraki.”
The way he says it almost makes you laugh reflexively. Something about the way it sounded. Like you two just met on the street and he was introducing himself. Like he was going to ask you if you liked video games or had tried a certain restaurant yet. Like he’d practiced the words himself in the mirror, a more diligent student at English than you clearly were at Japanese.
But when you glance down at the ropes that were underneath his fingers and see only disintegrating ash, you can’t bring yourself to crack so much as a smile.
You don’t know how you fall asleep that night, wrists aching from the returning circulation, fear coiling in your belly, but you do. You dream about your uncle. You dream about escaping.
You dream about Shigaraki, slotting himself up against you at night, whispering in your ear. When you wake up, you’re not entirely sure that was a dream at all, the bedding on the cot is all mussed and rumpled. But he’s nowhere to be found and you enjoy what little is left of your solitude.
You wrap your arms around your knees and press your chin into them, waiting in silence for your captor to return. You must have nodded off, because suddenly you’re startling by a loud banging sound right in front of your feet. You shoot up, jerking away from the sound, only for your mind to clear away from the fog of half-formed nap dreams as you see what it was. A book, dropped unceremoniously by Shigaraki on the floor below.
You look up at him first, at a face which looks both expectant and smug, then down to the cover, with its big printed letters: Beginner’s Guide to Learning Japanese.
oh? any pic you say?
It's baby reader telling her Dad Dabi that Step Dad Hawks needs to L E A V E.
She hates him, she hates him so much and there isn't even a good enough reason, she just hates Keigo's guts and is tired of him always grooming her and calling her "my little Tweety" and "my sweet dove". All her life (which is 5 years), she's only been called "sneaky brat" and "little menace" or "spawn if Satan" by Dabi, in a loving manner, but she knows that.
With Hawks, it all feels all too unfamiliar and fake and forced. He's trying too hard with her and kids really are brutally honest. She's yanked his feathers when he tried to cuddle her, punched his nose when he tried to pull her away from Dabi to kiss her too, and plain out told him to pack his bags and leave.
If Hawks didn't know any better, he wouldve thought that Dabi was making you say all that.
And he doesn't know better, because Dabi is making you say all of that. My man Dabi only wanted a one night stand with Hawks, but now it's turned into the bird man wanting to marry him and start a family with him. And sure, Dabi loves seggsy times, but even Hawks ruts are a bit too much and too frequent for him.
Not to mention how Dabi uses you to put away Hawks rut and replace it with his mama-bird instincts.
It's weird, really.
Bully Bakugou Part 3
⛔️ Trigger warnings: Bullying, Yandere, mentions of violence, abuse, manipulation, forced relationship, NONCON, dysfunctional completely fucked up family
Your emotions continue remaining ever conflicted as you go about spending this three day weekend with the Bakugou family. As your time with them draws to a close; Self loathing is at an all time high once you realize that under different circumstances you may have actually enjoyed yourself?
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In a house that was notoriously known for being excessively loud, it was surprising that all you could currently hear is a running faucet and the occasional clink of dishes being dried and put away.
The scene of a mother and son doing something so domestic would warm the average person’s heart. The scene playing out in the kitchen of the Bakugou household might make that same average person’s hair stand on end.
Mitsuki Bakugou’s genes must be as dominant as her personality, because her son looks like the spitting image of her. Both of them are sporting an identical grimace, both exuding an air of hostility.
“You certainly know how to pick them….” she begins as she holds another plate under the much too hot water.
“The fuck’s that mean?” The boy snaps in response, drying the bowl he held much too tightly.
“It fuckin’ means that you managed to get ahold of a proper girlfriend..,Last one” she hands him the final clean plate “We like her a lot, your father and I”. Katsuki doesn’t respond to her right away, he finishes drying the plate and turns to put it in a cupboard.
“I can see why you refused to let her go…”
The cabinet door slams shut and he whirls around, his heart races and he stares back at his mother with fear in his identical red eyes. He visibly relaxes once he notices the knowing smile she’s giving him.
“I went through a similar situation with your father, you know? Sometimes the other person needs a bit of…persuasion and a push to see the great big perfect picture of how their life will be with you” Mitsuki pauses to sigh dreamily, a frightening love sick expression crosses her face and clouds her eyes.
Katsuki doesn’t even flinch, he’s seen the same look on his own face when he thinks about you.
“It made me…It made me really pissed off when she left me…then all those stupid extra’s had to get in her and I’s fuckin’ business and it got so much worse…” his hands balled up into fists at the memory, truth be told he was still quite upset over this.
Katsuki didn’t consider his mother good for very much, but at this moment he found himself somewhat opening up to her. Finally someone else that seemed to understand what his internal struggle was like. This is also one of the rare occasions in which she seemed to be taking him seriously, but he didn’t want to leave you unattended for too long.
His mother seemed to have read his mind as she had moved across the room to peek through the blinds. You and Masaru seemed to be comfortable with each other; She noticed her husband’s goofy smile as you spoke to him, occasionally waving your hands or mimicking an explosion as you went on.
You’ll fit in just fine with this family.
Mitsuki couldn’t stop the upturn of her lips as she felt something akin to relief.
Which quickly turned to slight annoyance as Katsuki bumped into her so he too could spy on you and his father.
The apple certainly doesn’t fall far from the tree.
It had to be at least 4 if not 5 in the morning by now. You felt like you were in limbo as your eyes traced the square ceiling above you. Thank god you were left to your thoughts, the blonde beast snoring surprisingly softly behind you. The grip he had on your middle was far too tight and his natural body heat was sweltering to a point it was making you nauseous.
Your body instantly stiffened
“Don’t go so far….s’dangerous”
He must be dreaming, of course he’s chasing you down even while he slept.
Today you’d finally get to leave the house of Bakugou, and you couldn’t be happier. If the circumstances were different, maybe you could have enjoyed this experience. Looking back on the previous day’s events made you feel bad….because you couldn’t lie to yourself, you’d had a good time.
Mitsuki seemed to take to you almost instantly, which you were incredibly relieved over (It was obvious that she had an undeniable mean streak in her if directed towards those she dislikes). On your second day here, she had snatched you from Katsuki’s clutches; “This is girl’s time, no brats allowed!” She’d sneered as she ushered you outside and into an expensive looking SUV.
You weren’t entirely sure what to say or do In this situation…
“I’m sorry I kinda just sprung this on ya, but if I hadn’t I already know he would have thrown a damn fit over it” Mitsuki explains as she smoothly maneuvers the car onto a Main Street. She doesn’t wait for your response and continues “I thought it would be a nice way for the two of us to get to know each other”.
Now she looks at you, waiting for your response. You don’t miss a beat, quick to reply;
“I would like that a lot”
You smile, eyes sparkling with sincerity.
Katsuki has trained you well.
Another 15 minutes pass before you pull into a small parking lot. This is a side of town you’d never seen before; Small trendy boutiques lined both sides of the street, good looking people could be seen in all directions, either laden with shopping bags, or seated at the couple cafes and restaurants mixed in between shops.
You abruptly snap out of the daze you’d been in at the sound of your companion’s voice.
“Oh no! Nothing is wrong…I’ve just never been here before!” You stammer in embarrassment. A smirk appears on the older woman’s face as the two of you start walking towards the bustling street.
“I didnt think you would have, so that’s why I wanted to bring you here for our first outing together!” the excitement she seems to be exuding is infectious and you can’t help but feel happy as you walk beside her.
“Everyone likes shopping, but this is the place you come to for the good stuff”
Your mood plummets immediately.
All of these places look super expensive and fancy…
“Umm…It’s embarrassing to admit but I don’t think I could ever afford anything here!” You do your best to laugh off the humiliating feeling accompanying your confession.
Mitsuki stops abruptly and gives you an odd look and then she starts cackling, “You thought I was going to make you pay for your own things?! Oh that’s fuckin’ hilarious! You should have seen your face”. She laughs some more and earns a few bewildered stares from onlookers “I’m sorry honey, I shouldn’t be laughing at you but that was a good one”.
“You really don’t have to do this for me! I could never repay you for all of this!”
You can’t help but wince at seeing the total displayed on the store’s IPad.
You were already carrying three large shopping bags filled to the brim with a wide assortment of things.
“Of Course I don’t have to, I WANT to!” Says the older woman as she finished her signature on the touch screen.
You can’t understand this at all, and it must show on your face as you follow her out of the shop and back onto the sidewalk.
“Let’s get something to eat and we’ll talk alright?” She doesn’t seem bothered by your confusion or over appreciation. You don’t want to make her upset, so you nod dumbly and trail after the older woman.
Deciding what you want to eat, you place your order with the overly friendly waiter. Now seems like an appropriate time to check the phone you’d forgotten you had all this time.
It pings as soon as you pull it out of your new handbag.
“Oh I bet he’s been blowing your phone up hasn’t he?”
Rather than verbally respond, you turn the screen to face her so she can see the multiple alerts lighting up across the screen, all from one person in particular.
A low whistle slips past her lips at the sea of notifications.
“THIS IS BULLSHIT!”
Masaru Bakugou cringes upon hearing his son bellowing, followed by the front door slamming shut so hard it rattled the walls. He’d rather not have his wife come home after her outing with you to the house in complete shambles. Which is exactly what would inevitably happen if he doesn’t go reign in the Tasmania devil that is Katsuki.
“C’mon now son…Your mother just wants to get to know y/n better, that girl is obviously a big part of your life now right? So wouldn’t it be ideal for the two of them to bond some?”
If looks could kill his son surely would have put him six feet under with the expression he wore right now. Masaru has seen this exact same look countless times on the face of his wife. The only difference in seeing Katsuki sporting it, being the inability to stir up the spine tingling fear that his mother is so easily capable of summoning.
“That old bat is just wanting to get under my skin that’s all” Katsuki sneers as he drops down on the larger of the two couches occupying the living room. Surprisingly, the young man doesn’t even release a growl of frustration when his father comes to sit across from him on the smaller loveseat.
“I know that you uh…When I’d asked you about how you and mom ended up together, you said she was persistent and you were a pushover”
Masaru let’s out an audible sigh, that is not at all what he had said.
Katsuki ignores it and continues,
“I need to know what I have to do to make her stay”.
He couldn’t save himself, but he was at least going to try to help you.
Keyword here being: TRY
For over two hours he’d done his best to reason with, and explain what a loving, healthy, relationship should be like to Katsuki.
Basically everything that himself and Mitsuki were not
Katsuki seemed receptive, he at least looked like he was paying attention.
Masaru really believed he made progress on correcting this warped state of mind his son had when it came to love.
When the boy did finally say something, that fleeting feeling of hopefulness was instantly replaced with hopelessness.
“So how long exactly did it take mom to wear you down?”
He’d failed you.
“So you really gave up your career as a famous model when you found out you were pregnant??? Not only that but, once retired immediately started your own clothing brand? That’s really incredible!” You were absolutely floored you weren’t aware of any of this information until the woman herself laid it all out for you.
“Back before I decided to become a hero, I always wanted to do both those things…I used to do shoots with my friends for their photography classes, I made all the cosplay outfits I wore myself, Id even made a few different pieces of clothing as well”. Unfortunately in the last couple years both hobbies have fallen to the wayside, you frowned at the thought but abruptly pushed those feelings aside, “I’m sorry I started rambling I-“.
“Never apologize for talking about things you’re passionate about! You are obviously a talented girl, I’d love to see those pictures you were talking about, you’ll have to show me”
You weren’t even upset she cut you off, as the older woman patted your hand after doing so.
“Don’t get me wrong, I love my son too death, he’s busted his ass to become the best, hell he was practically born a winner…and I’m more proud of him than words alone could describe…” she pauses momentarily, looking like she’s mulling something over.
Before you could ask what, she speaks again “I wanted more children than just Katsuki, I’d especially always wanted a daughter…but it’s just…well long story short, it just wasn’t meant to happen”.
Now all of today suddenly makes sense.
It’s for the best…
Walking back towards the car you couldn’t stop expressing your gratitude for all the shopping bags currently weighing you down.
“Sheesh it’s almost like no one has ever bought you something before with how thankful you’re being!” She says this with a mocking sigh of exasperation as she opens the trunk for you.
“I’m sorry for saying thank you so much I don’t mean to be annoying I just-“ you pause to make sure the trunk latches properly “Really want you to know I’m nothing but appreciative for not just the material things but.. I enjoyed getting to know you personally Mrs. Bakugou”.
“Oi what did I say about calling me Mrs? Making me feel old n’ shit”
“Ah that’s right…Sorry…Mom”
That was a bold move on your part, but you knew it was the right one to make.
The most genuine, dazzling, not mean spirited smile you’ve seen her wear all day is flashed your way. She starts the car and before backing out mumbles “That’s more like it”.
Katsuki taught you well.
Hearing the front door open, Katsuki springs up from the couch and starts in; “Jesus Christ! What the hell were you doing for five fuckin’ hours?!”.
He notices you showing his mother your phone excitedly, well you were…As soon as you felt the anger radiating off him you locked your screen and stared down at your feet.
“Oh shut up, you can have her back now ya cry baby” Mitsuki says with a roll of her eyes, “Where’s your dad?”.
“Upstairs” Katsuki says curtly, eyes remaining locked on you as his mother moves past him. Which kept him from seeing then dodging the slap aimed to his head. “Help her with her bags idiot” she sneered while starting to walk up the stair case.
Suddenly pausing for a second and calling down to you
“Send me the link so I can see the rest of those pictures”
“I won’t….Thank you again for today!”
She smiles at you, then flips off Katsuki as she reaches the top of the stairs.
“Are you mad at me?”
You’re automatically disgusted by how timid you sound as you sit down on the bed.
“Mad at you?” He pauses peeking into the various shopping bags now taking up a corner of his room, “Why would I be?”.
Well that’s a relief.
“S’not like you had a say so in all that, she wasn’t mean to you right?” He stands up and stalks over to, hands stuffed in his pockets. You started panicking, quick to extinguish a fire before it could even start; “No not at all! She was so nice, I had a really great time with her!”.
Katsuki studies you for another minute before staring at the floor and mumbling, “She likes you a lot…pops does too”. Part of you hates that being accepted by his parents makes you feel as good as it does, the smile you wear is authentic. He shifts his weight from foot to foot before adding “That makes me happy”.
Why should you care what makes him happy?
At one point in time you adored the young man in front of you, even when you were just his friend that quickly developed a crush on him. Then you got into a relationship and even then he wasn’t that bad, but after you had sex that first time he became a fucking monster practically over night!
A monster that put hands on more than one of your male friends.
A monster that isolated you.
A monster that brought you to this same house and kept you secured to a bed for a week of summer break.
A monster that stalked, harassed, and even technically raped you…
Now he wants to pretend you two are a normal couple? Like you weren’t forced to accompany him on this three day weekend in the first place…
“It makes me happy that two other important people in my life think you are as amazing as I do”.
You keep that same smile in place, hoping your eyes don’t give away the sea of woe in which you are currently drowning.
It’s for the best…
“Katsuki please…” you beg, attempting to keep your voice down “I dont want your parents to hear us”.
“Princess c’mon…I missed you all fuckin’ day…” Katsuki growls as you attempt to push his hands away.
He gets tired of your fussing fairly quickly, taking hold of both your wrists in one hand.
“Be good for me baby and I’ll make this more than good for you” he trails kisses down your neck while the other hand struggles to remove your undergarments.
You whimper in surprise as his cock immediate presses against your folds. “Shhhh s’okay baby I got you” he coos softly in your ear, mistaking your shock for desire.
He pauses his advance, replacing his cock with a finger. Sliding it up your slit and bringing it up to his face for inspection, “You’re dry” his tone a mixture of both accusatory and irritated.
Of course you are, you were uncomfortable! Bakugou was normally over zealous with foreplay, so much so that pleasure had often shifted into over stimulating torture.
This wasn’t one of those times apparently…
The sudden sound of him spitting made you cringe. You didn’t feel it hit your skin, but then he did it again and you felt it seep through your folds.
You can’t help but cringe at the grossness of the situation.
“Oh stop, must have gotten used to always being spoiled hah?” He smirks down at you, taking your chin in his hand “Let me have some fun for once princess…been wanting you for days I’m not waiting tonight”.
The stretch always burns when he enters you and he isn’t slow this time.
Slamming inside of you, his eyes close and he groans as you notice his whole body tremble for a second.
“I love fuckin’ this perfect princess cunt, s’the best there is and it’s all MINE!”
Spots swirl across your vision as your head bounces off his headboard for the umpteenth time. You hated how your body reacts toward him; Legs wrapped around his waist and arms reaching out to pull him closer.
“Always sucking me in, greedy girl…You don’t even have to say it, I know what you want”.
You can still feel his cum inside you, not all of it has seeped out to run down your legs and coat the inside of your thighs. As you lay there with Katsuki in his childhood bed you can’t help but berate yourself for thinking things might ever have the possibility of getting better.
Then again, your own family has never showed even a fraction of interest in you like these three have…
Your mother never sporadically took off with you somewhere to spend time together. Your own father never sat outside and talked with you after he got home from work….They favored your younger sibling, and you were never good enough to hold their attention.
Rolling over to face Katsuki, you take a moment to appreciate seeing him in this rare moment of relaxation. His even breathing tickles your face with every exhale, and you can’t help but notice the corner of his lips twitching upward as he begins to smile in his sleep.
“It makes me happy that two other important people in my life think you are as amazing as I do”
“Amazing huh? Guess I’ll never understand why or how you of all people think so highly of me” you whispered, finally accepting the warmth of his embrace In attempts to comfort yourself. The sun has just begun to slightly peek through the blinds as your eyes close, and as you drift off, you once again find yourself thinking;
It’s for the best….
A/N: I figured out that I really really enjoy writing Mitsuki 🥰 So many people like to cast her in this god awful light, but I can’t do that! Maybe because she reminds me so much of my own mom (minus the hitting) 😅 I hope you guys will continue to give me your opinions and more of what you want to see happening next. I’m really tempted to just include the whole fucked up family dynamic throughout the entire story. Of course your relationship with Katsuki will be the most important, but I love the idea of what a potential nightmare Yandere Bakugou family could be.
Night to remember
Yandere Event Day 5: Aizawa x gender neutral reader
Prompt: "Sshhh don't worry I'm just taking you somewhere where only we can be together."
Link to Yandere Event Masterlist
Trigger warnings: drugging, yandere themes, delusional thinking, kidnapping
You were busy preparing food and cleaning up your house as you waited for Shouta. You didn't prepare much in case he brings something, just some finger food and snacks to eat while watching movies. While fluffing up the couch pillows the ding of your doorbell rang and you knew he was there. Excitedly you opened to the door to greet him with a hug which he returned.
Tonight you and he were having a sleepover. Unlike most sleepovers, where people end up not sleeping despite sleep being in the name, your sleepovers with him always ended up with sleeping. For some reason, you could always sleep well whenever he was there. Usually, you'd be kept awake by the excitement of the next day or you'd have so many thoughts plaguing your mind but whenever he was there it was different.
Like an off button was pressed on your head. He took his shoes off and entered you, now neat, house. "Did some last minute cleaning before I arrived?" he asked teasingly. You hit his arm lightly at the comment and went to sit on the couch. "Here sit next to me, I have some snacks if you want and some sandwiches in case you want those."
"How sweet," he murmured patting you head in appreciation. Clicking the remote he let the first movie play. It was rather dull but as long as you enjoyed it he didn't mind. Especially with the way you smiled and laughed at the movie, it was so nice seeing you like that. It was also such a shame other people get to see it. After the movie ended he got up to make some drinks leaving you to pick the next one.
The drugs worked really well, every time they slipped them in your drink it'd dissolve easily and had no aftertaste either meaning you'd never think anything was off. Every time you gulped down your drink and thanked them for preparing it they had a knowing smirk as if there was a joke you didn't get.
After cleaning up and getting ready to sleep he closed his eyes pretended to be asleep. After a few minutes he opened them again and saw your sleeping face. You looked so beautiful asleep, it was just you and him, no one else.
He liked seeing you sleep, it was sort of a play on power. Seeing you so defenseless was amusing yet aggravating at the same time. He liked seeing you asleep with your face free from thoughts and problems, just an occasional smile from a sweet dream. But what aggravated him was what if it wasn't him with you right now, what if you had a different lover who wasn't him.
It was so dangerous, someone else could do unspeakable horrors to you and he were grateful you chose him. With how trusting you were letting him in your home, letting him prepare your drink without knowing something could be easily slipped in. That's why he was doing this, why he had to do it, he thought as he carried you to his car.
He drove off into the distance for hours, meanwhile as dawn broke the drugs wore off too. You groggily awoke to the sound and vibration of a moving car. "What's -what's happening?" you ask confused. He smiled looking at you from the mirror. "Sshhh don't worry I'm just taking you somewhere aizwhere only we can be together."
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Who Is Most Likely to Be a Yandere? (Class 1A and B Male Editon)
Note: I enjoyed doing this tbh. Let me know if you want a girls edition.
Warnings: yandere and dark themes.
Unlike other Yanderes Shoto doesn't realise what he's doing is wrong. He just wants your attention and affection, plain and simple, and he isn't afraid to go to any lengths to ensure he gets it.
He won't stalk you or manipulate his way into your life because Shoto doesn't need to. Because you're the type of person who would let him in anyways. You're the type who sees his damaged self for all he is but chooses to accept him, extending rays of kindness his way until he's soaking up in your warmth constantly.
And what can Shoto do but take, take, and take when you're just so willing? When the smallest frown or clench of his fists at the mention of family is enough to have you comfort him, to help him feel better; be better.
Shoto doesn't see how he's wrong, because just like every other living being it is merely his nature to gravitate around the sun, to cling to its light and warmth and hope for a sanctuary from the coldness of his past.
Until one day it just isn't enough.
One day he just wants more, craves it even. One day Shoto wakes up and realises he wants to be selfish, wants to steal you away so that your sunshine can be for him and him alone.
Shoto doesn't just want to have a sun, no, he wants to have a sun that revolves around him; one that is his to use and break as he pleases.
Shoto wants you, all of you, and he isn't afraid to take it. Because you want this too, right? Because you told him to look at the bright side and take pleasure in the things that make him happy, right?
You wanted him to be better, so what does it matter if you need to sacrifice a couple of things to see that through?
Izuku knows he's wrong, truly he does, but he just can't stop.
It starts with an infatuation. With Izuku being a little too interested in everything about you, whether it be your quirk, your future plans, your past, or your personality. He knew he was asking too many questions, craving too much knowledge to consume.
But it was just curiosity, right? He had dedicated one of his notebooks to you and you alone because he just found you and your quirk fascinating, right?
Izuku knew he had crossed a line when the stalking started, when he began to follow you home and watch you sleep, memorising every little detail about you and your life.
But by the time he got around to setting up cameras, mics, and tracking devices for you Izuku realised he didn't quite care about what was wrong or right, not when it would help him consume more about you.
He hadn't meant to steal you away, really, he hadn't. Izuku wanted to get close to you, to manipulate his way into your life and play mind games that made you think of him and him alone. But then he started paying attention to all the threats you were exposed to, all the people who could steal you away from him, and Izuku found himself taking action before he could stop.
Because he would rather steal you away than lose you.
Izuku doesn't care much for hurting you, sure the chains on your wrists make your skin crack and bleed and sometimes he lets you starve when you upset him, but that's just training. Izuku just needs to train you into being the good little thing you are.
He isn't trying to harm you, no, it's the opposite. Izuku is saving you. He's keeping you safe from the cruel world outside and ensuring that you'll never have to face anything bad or hurtful.
You just have to be good to him and submit.
Monoma doesn't want to hurt you. He doesn't want to steal you away or lock you up, he doesn't want to stalk you or invade your privacy. Monoma doesn't want to do anything wrong, and he doesn't, because he has your consent.
Because somewhere between becoming friends and having your first kiss Monoma had eased his way into your heart and life, so much so that you couldn't tell your boyfriend was doing anything wrong.
You didn't realise that your time with others was cut short or that you spent basically every waking minute with Monoma. You didn't notice how you submitted oh so easily every time he told you to do things a certain way.
You didn't realise that your life was slowly but surely being consumed by Monoma, not until it was too late, of course. Until you were his in every way, whether it be legally, mentally or physically, and by that time it was far too late to do anything.
Because you were fine with all of this, right? Because you didn't tell him he was wrong or invading your privacy before, so what's gotten into you now?
Is it your family? Your friends? That one man who lives across the street who smiled at you last Thursday while you were taking out the trash?
Monoma doesn't blame you, because his little kitten couldn't possibly do anything wrong. It's the others, the outsiders with their opinions and advice, who are polluting your pretty little head.
But don't worry, Monoma will take care of them for you, for both of you.
Because isn't this what you wanted?
Hello, this is my first time requesting anything so I'm sorry if it's not good. I was wondering if you could write Dabi getting back from a mission with the LOV and he's really injured so reader has to take care of him. Can you also make it really fluffy? Please and thank you.
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(A/N: I know that I’ve been putting out a lotta fics about Dabi, but almost all of my BNHA requests are for Dabi and I love writing for him so here’s a fluffy Dabi fic!! I hope that you like this, I think it’s really cute 💖💘)
Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, injuries, blood, lots of mentions of injuries, Dabi is a softie 🥺🥺
Summary: You take care of Dabi after he gets really injured (Yan!Dabi x GN!reader)
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You were used to waiting for Dabi when he went out on missions with the League. You waiting until he came home, and when he did he usually had a couple of injuries. However they were nothing to serious, he seemed to be pretty good at avoiding getting hurt to much.
So like usual, you waited for him to come home. He’d been out on this particular mission for about two days, you think. Every once and a while you check the clock until the door finally opens and in comes Dabi. Although he’s a lot more beaten up than he usually was.
“Oh god, what happened?!” You say, rushing over to him to check over his injuries. He just shrugs at you as if he isn’t bleeding in multiple places. The injury that stands out to you the most is that half of the staples on his right cheek seemed to have been ripped out, blood coming out of all of the empty staple spots.
“Don’t worry, doll, I can’t even feel it. I’ll just patch it up” He says as if it’s nothing. But you can tell that he lying to you. It hurts him, you can see it in his eyes. “I don’t care if you can’t feel it, and I’m taking care of it” you say, grabbing his hand to drag him to the kitchen where the first aid kit was.
Dabi doesn’t complain whenever you do so, he’d rather you patch up his injuries than himself. Luckily for you, he always had extra staples in the apartment. You clean up all the blood first before disinfecting his wounds. You can help but softly apologize at the sharp inhale he does when the alcohol meets them.
“This is gonna hurt” you mumble after a moment before putting a new staple into his skin. He barely even has a reaction when you do so, although considering how often he had to put them in and with how many he had you can understand how to didn’t really hurt anymore.
Dabi can’t help but stare at you as you patch up his wounds. He can’t believe that he actually has someone who cares about him enough to do this for him. Through out his entire life, he’s never really had anyone who really cared about him and he never really cared about anyone.
Then you came along. And you were absolutely perfect. And someone as perfect and amazing as you was willing to love someone like him. He stalked you, obsessively loved you, cut you off from everyone you knew; yet you forgave him and we’re still willing to love him. You were willing love a villain like him, and he absolutely adored you.
“Why are you staring at me?” You ask, noticing him just looking at you as you patch him up. “Hmm, just thinking of how beautiful you are” Dabi says, smirking at you.
He could share his love for you or he could just flirt with you. And he’d never pass up an opportunity to flirt. You smile a bit, although you roll your eyes to cover the fact that you’rve flustered. He was so lucky to have you.
Thank you for reading, darling!!
I watched the boy recently and the only thing I could think about was a new series. Anime as slashers.
So I bring to you as Izuku Midoriya as Brahms Heelshire
Warnings; murder~, usual Yandere behavior, y/n terrified of people from their ex, abusive relationship, stalking/clothes stealing, mentions of suicide
“H-hey Y/n, you… you made it.” Uraraka opened the door, peeking her head out and smiled nervously at you. You held the back of your head nervously, looking at her worriedly. She looked so exhausted… “Look, Y/n, I know how you feel about new places… Are-are you sure you want to do this? It’s just us.”
“I know somethings going on… You’re so paranoid.” You whispered, shuffling your foot on the porch. She looked back in the house worriedly. “Y-you need someone Uraraka…”
“Y-yea… I feel like I’m going insane…” She whispered, tearing up. The door opened wider and you rubbed your arm nervously before making your way inside; looking around curiously. Uraraka’s never lied to you before, but you couldn’t help but be cautious.
“I broke a rule, I broke a rule.” She muttered quickly, her body shaking and you looked around nervously. Her hands buried in her hair, tears slipping down her cheeks and you noticed a doll out of the corner of your eye. The vibrations from the harsh bangs were moving it, making it almost fall off of the counter if not your arms catching it. “Careful now.”
You whispered, cradling the doll. The temper tantrum of bangs seem to pause as Uraraka looked up nervously, her hands still shaking and she smiled nervously at seeing you cradling the doll. “Y-you found Izuku… Iz-Izuku! This… This is Y/n, they’re going to help take care of you.”
There was silence in the house and you looked down at the porcelain doll in your hands. Your finger gently ran over the painted freckles on the glass skin, glassy green eyes sparkled and messy curls. You treated the little doll sweetly, unknown to the unhinged green eyes glaring at you from behind the wall.
Izuku was pissed that Uraraka had broken one of the few rules she was given. No one was supposed to here. No guests allowed. That’s the rule. That’s the rule!! But yet, she still brought you! But Izuku has never seen someone take such gentle care of his doll. He’s only ever seen people first disgust or confusion. But you…
“Hello?” There was a male’s voice, your head lifting quickly and looking back at Uraraka. She looked back at you and shook her head; trying to tell you not to be afraid; but your body was shaking while holding Izuku closer to your chest.
“Y/n, you don’t need to be worried. He’s not gonna try to hurt you.” Uraraka tried to soothe, but you shook your head. There was a guy with blue-ish black-ish hair and glasses over his blue eyes. He looked at you cradling the doll and back at Uraraka. “They’re holding the doll?”
“Izuku didn’t seem to mind…” She whispered, your body were taking small steps back to the hallway- trying to get out of the room. “Y/n, this is Iida, he’s the delivery man here. Makes sure there’s groceries in the house and I don’t starve out here.”
You nodded, quickly leaving the living room. This was house was huge and easy for you to get lost in. So by now, you had no idea where you were and decided to settle besides one of the small tables in the hallway. Your back leaned against the wall as you hugged the doll to your chest; trying to find some comfort.
Izuku stared at you from inside the wall, his body lowering to your height from his hidden place. When he saw you took off running, he followed you without hesitating. He remembered what his parents had told him before they had left. That Uraraka was his to keep. But after seeing how she acted around the doll and the rules, Izuku didn’t want her. Izuku wants you.
Over the passing time, Izuku only grew more obsessed with you. Some of your clothes have gone missing, dressing up the body pillow in his space. His favorite thing. Especially to hold at night. Occasionally he’ll steal your perfume/cologne to get your scent, haven grown addicted to the scent a while ago.
He wondered bitterly why his parents decided to hire Uraraka when you existed. Izuku blamed his parents for not knowing about you, thinking they were trying to hurt him. Believing they didn’t care about him, that they were scared of him. That’s the reason they drowned themselves.
“Good morning Izuku.” You greeted, opening the door and seeing the doll on the bed. Izuku perked up from where he was waiting for you, standing up from his little spot where he could watch you and smiled happily at seeing you smiling sweetly at the doll.
Never once had you tried to leave. You even denied it when Uraraka asked if you wanted to leave the house for the night. Izuku was ready to knock you out in the attic to keep you home, but you just shook your head. That was the proudest Izuku has ever felt.
The moonlight came through the open windows. Since it was hotter tonight, your windows were open to let in the gentle wind. Izuku slipped out from the secret entrance in the wall, crossing your room softly. His scarred hand gently reached out, brushing a knuckle against your cheek while he smiled at you.
Pretty… He thought in awe, brushing his hand over your skin more. Over your neck and collarbone, just feeling your soft skin under his rough hands. Mine. Perfect. Mine.
The more he watched you sweetly take care of the doll and follow the rules perfectly; he knew that you were the one for him! There was no other option. He needed you to stay with him. There was no way else he could survive without you.
“Meals saved in the freezer, check.” You said with a soft smile, looking back at the doll in the chair before picking him up. Uraraka was out with Iida again for the day, not that you didn’t mind, means that you could relax in the house. “Okay ‘Zuku, I’m gonna put you in the library right next to the window and go clean out the traps. Don’t worry, I won’t leave the window’s sight.”
You explained as you put the music on in the music, setting the doll carefully against the window. It was hot outside and you didn’t want you to take the doll out in the heat. “Okay, stay here in the cool honey.”
Izuku didn’t want you to leave the house, not even to clean the traps. He thinks that Uraraka should do them! You don’t deserve to do that! But boy did he melt when he heard you call him honey. How could he say no to your sweet voice?
I love them.
But then you didn’t come back in. One hour turned to two, two turned into three. By then he has enough.
Izuku stepped out of the wall, making his way to the window while his thoughts were racing. Did you leave? How could you hurt him like this?! He thought you cared for him!
Babydoll! He suddenly thought in panic, seeing you collapsed outside. The back door was thrown open, Izuku making his way over to you and picked you up. His hand cradling your head to his chest as he carried you back to your room.
Please be okay babydoll, please be okay. ￼I need you to be okay. He silently pleaded, hand nervously petting your hair as he laid you on the bed. But now, he didn’t know what to do. What if you were sick?!
He paced the bedroom, then looked back at your sleeping form. The door shut behind him and he came back a few minutes later with sliding some peanut butter and jelly toast on a plate. “Come on… wake up… I made you something! You have to see it.”
Izuku whined, watching you. His leg shaking nervously and pacing more, the porcelain mask covering his terrified face. He didn’t know what else to do!
But as he saw your body move, even just a bit, he relaxed so much. Knowing that you were okay and just sleeping. He leaned his head back, letting out a breathe of relief. “Don’t scare me like that again…”
By the time you woke up, you were surprised to see yourself in your room. One of your hands held your pounding head, lifting your head to see Izuku sitting on the nightstand right besides your bed. The plate of toast in his lap. “Aw honey, did you make this for me?”
You spoke, gently reaching out your hand to pet the curls of the doll. There was the clipboard propped up besides the lamp and you picked it up to see rule 7 harshly scratched off. Messy hand writing was besides it, replacing clean the traps with not allowed to leave the house.
“Are you feeling better now miss/mister Y/n?” You were taken off guard at the childish voice you heard, lifting your head to stare at the doll. One of your hands lifted to your head, wondering if you had hit your head when you blacked out. “Y-yea honey, I’m okay.”
“You scared me!” The childlike voice cried out, followed with a bang against the wall. Your hands scooped up the doll and cradled him close, rubbing his back as you cuddled him close. Doing the same thing you did when you first arrived.
The first thing that got Izuku so addicted with you. How is he supposed to be upset with you when you take care of him so well…?
Though now, he was no beginning to get jealous of his own doll. Ever since the accident his parents didn’t want to deal with him anymore, so they just had the doll. That looked exactly like him instead of their son. It was something he had grown accustomed to. Even grown protective of how it was taken care of. But now…
He didn’t give a damn about that doll. He wanted to be the one dotted on by you, he wanted to be the one in your arms; to feel them wrapped around him.
“Riley…?” You mumbled nervously, stepping back at seeing your abusive ex. They opened the door wider, smirking as they made their way inside. “Miss me?”
You didn’t know what to say, you were terrified. Taking a few steps back into the house, trying to find some sort of comfort. Izuku pressed himself closer to the wall, narrowing his eyes through the holes he see out of. Who are these scum? They’re scaring my babydoll…
“Where’s Uraraka at?” Their brother asked, your head turning to look at the man. “Cole? You’re here too…? Uraraka… I don’t know where she is.”
“Don’t lie to him!” Riley snapped, suddenly grabbing your hair and making you cry out from the sharp pains running down your scalp. Izuku’s anger flared, hot boiling under his skin as his vision blurred red. The wall cracking under his fist. “H-honey! It’s okay!”
You cried out; not wanting to upset Izuku anymore. You’ve still don’t understand everything that’s going on. But you know that somethings watching over the doll. It’s the only thing that makes sense about the little things that happen in the house.
Izuku glared at the two people standing there. Especially at the one that was still holding onto your hair. The doll used to be his trigger object. But no, he’s discovered that nothing could piss him off more then harm coming to you. Some part of him couldn’t care less if the doll got shattered- only if that meant you were okay.
Terrified apologies slipped from your lips, your free hand holding onto their wrist. Trying your hardest to keep them from yanking at your hair. “Do you know how much trouble you caused me? Running off to hide here? Did you enjoy playing fucking fairytale?”
The bangs were harsher, more angrier. They finally let go of your hair, kicking your stomach and making you cry out while cradling the doll protectively. “I travelled all this way! And you don’t even seem happy! You stupid, ungrateful.”
You backed away from them, palms pathetically rubbing at the carpet while you forced yourself to push yourself back. When they reached out to grab at you, your eyes looked up to see one of the heavier paintings falling from the wall and crashing on them.
The fear clutched at your throat, chest tightening as you stood up and rand out of the hallway. Cole yelled after me, helping Riley out from under the painting. Izuku glared at the two harshly; wanting to leave the wall and bash their head in. But no, you needed him. You came first.
“I’m scared.” The child like voice whispered, your body curled up besides the wall. The door locked and your shaking hands carefully petting the doll. “I-I-I-I know, I am t-too honey.”
You whispered, hugging the doll closer to your chest and buried your head in the soft curls. Izuku pressed his body up against the wall, hating being separated from you while you were so upset. “Let’s hide Y/n, hide with me. Hide with me.”
“I- I can’t… I can’t…” You whispered, out of it. Izuku clenched his fist, beginning to press against the opening in the wall to reach out. “Y/n, close your eyes. Let’s play hide and seek.”
“H-honey… not now… I-I can’t…” Your head shook with the rest of your body. This was not the times for his games, you knew that. Izuku clenched his jaw at hearing that, hand hovering behind the back of your neck. “Close your eyes Y/n, trust me.”
Your body jumped when Riley hit the locked door, beginning to beat on it. Izuku couldn’t wait any longer, hand snatching the back of your shirt and pulling you back in the wall. The opening shut and Izuku pulled you behind him; crouched in front of you to protect you from anything that would come to harm you. “Keep your eyes closed Y/n~”
He whispered in your ear, shielding you. It was too risky to start moving, so he was keeping you hidden until Riley left the room. Izuku could hear Riley trashing the room, trying to find you.
You needed Izuku. You needed to be protected and only Izuku could protect you. Only Izuku. And Izuku would kill for you, to keep you with him.
His anger only boiled as he heard you whimper in fear, trying to curl up in a tiny ball. Izuku’s scarred hand gently placed on top of your hair; relishing in the soft feeling of your hair. He asked in his childish voice, “Y/n, are you okays?”
Izuku moved his hand down to your cheek, body jumping at realizing that there was a person with you. You were terrified that they were going to hurt you too. “Don’t be afraid, open your eyes. I will protect you.”
Izuku whispered as he reached out to touch your cheek again. He’s always been addicted to the feeling of your skin. Slowly, he watched your e/c eyes open and he felt himself fall all over for you again. He’s never seen your eyes so up close and he loved the look of them.
Your eyes widened at seeing a man standing there, still not doing well with new people. New people terrified you. He had wild green curls and a porcelain mask that was covering his face. Green eyes staring at you intently from under the mask. “D-don’t hi-hit me. Pl-please… I’m-im-I’m sorry.”
He shuffled forward, body towering over you. You looked away, tightening your fingers on the doll and trying to scoot away. His hand put in front of you; trapping you against the wall. Your heart stopped, stomach dropped as he leaned his head down to next to you. A familiar childish voice whispered, “Y/n, don’t be afraid. We won hide and seek.”
“Iz-Izuku?” You asked, in shock and nervousness. He smiled under his mask, patting your head in response. As if he was rewarded a good dog with pets. “Come, let’s go. I can hide you, I can protect you.”
He grabbed onto your hand, carefully guiding you through the walls that he’s lived in since he was 8. He knew every little nook and cranny, ever stuck out piece of wood and pipe. Izuku was keeping a careful eye on you, making sure you didn’t trip or get hit by overhanging things.
You were surprised, remember hearing about Izuku from Uraraka after Iida told her about it. That Izuku had a childhood friend he had smashed their head in and had presumably died in the fire. But now… Here he has. 20 years later… Living in the walls.
“Babydoll?” He whispered, turning to face you fully. You had been lost in your thoughts and accidentally bumped into his chest, his arms immediately coming up to cradle you against him. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m tired…” Exhausted. After seeing Riley again and now the adrenaline had been starting to go down from the fear that terrified you. You were exhausted. He smiled, taking the doll version of him and putting on the table in this room of his in the walls. This is where he lived. It was mostly filled now with drawings of you or your things scattered throughout the room.
“You’re here, finally… mine… no one will ever hurt you again.”Izuku said happily as he carried you to the bed of his; holding you with one arm to move the large pillow with your clothes on it away. Then laying you in that spot and curling up besides you.
“Where are they?! They were here! People just don’t disappear!” Riley snarled, smashing a vase on the ground and making Uraraka squeal. “I-I don’t know where she is!”
“Don’t you lie to me bitch! The last thing you want to do is to be covering for them.”
“I swear! I don’t know!” Uraraka screamed back, nervous at seeing her abusive ex standing with yours. Iida grabbed her hand, trying to pull her away to a safer distance when Cole hit Iida in the back with a bat. “Iida! Cole, stop it!!”
Uraraka screamed; trying to push Cole away. Cole glared at the brunette, pushing her back into the wall as Iida was getting up from the ground. His body shaking from the hit and Cole looked down at the male. “What do you think you’re doing? Trying to play hero?”
Where is Y/n? Uraraka thought to herself as Iida grabbed onto her arm; moving for the back door. Cole narrowed his eyes and made his way after the two when Iida pulled down one of the china cabinets- giving the two time to run out the door. Uraraka spared one last glance to the manor, grabbing a sharp object and slashing the tires of the car. Sorry Y/n.
With that, Iida got into his car with Uraraka and left. Stranding the two men in there, set to be taken care of by a possessive beast.
By the time you woke up, your head was pounding in pain and making you whimper. One of your hands moving up to your head, holding it lightly as you curled up in a ball. Still feel exhausted from last night.
A larger hand covered your own, making you look up quickly. Haven temporarily forgotten everything that happened last night. But quickly remembered at seeing Izuku staring at you. “Easy babydoll, it’s okay.”
That was not the childish voice that you knew. That was a rough, gravely voice. Husky with hints of sleep. His fingers curled around my palm, holding onto my hand. “You’re safe now, no need to scream.”
“I-I-I wasn’t…” You mumbled softly, Izuku smiling under his mask at hearing that. There was a cold feeling as Izuku leaned down; pressing the porcelain lips against your skin. “I protected you Y/n, just like I said I would. I’m a good boy, right? Tell me I’m a good boy.”
“You’re a good boy honey.” You whispered, carefully running your hands through his hair. He smiled, keening under his mask and nuzzling into your skin. For someone’s whose particular on schedule, he could choose to ignore it for today. As long as you stay in his arms. “Honey, I have to go do chores.”
“No.” Izuku growled, tightening his arms around you and shaking your head. You were surprised at hearing that, trying to understand why before realizing that maybe it was about schedule. “Zuku, it’s time to get up.”
Izuku was surprised suddenly at feeling the pressure against the top of the porcelain mask. His green eyes wide as he stared at you; not expecting a forehead kiss so suddenly. Then it clicked. That’s the same way you woke up the doll every morning.
“‘Zuku where’s the doll? Did it get hu-“
“Don’t worry, I’m right there.” He pointed to the desk where the doll was sitting, making you take a breath of relief of seeing it unhurt. Izuku smiled under his mask at seeing you care for the doll just as much as he does. “Let’s go get some breakfast now.”
Izuku reached forward and gently held onto your hand, guiding you through the walls. Your eyes widened as you saw your room completely destroyed, frowning and Izuku tightened his hold softly on your hand at seeing your frown. What would have happened if he had found me…?
An almost animalistic growl rumbled from his chest, Izuku suddenly pinned you against the wall. His body shielding yours as he was glaring toward the end of the hall. “Iz-Izuku?”
“The bad men are still here.” Izuku spoke in his childish voice, but the preparatory glare was still burning his emerald eyes. You were terrified suddenly at realizing who was still here, what they could do. “Y/n? Is that you? You fucking bitch/bastard. I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Who the hell is this?”
“R-Riley…” You whispered, tears beginning to blur your vision. Izuku tightened his fist on the wall, making an angered sound as he left your side before you could process it. Riley didn’t have a chance to react before Izuku was slamming his fist into their jaw. A please sound coming from the killer as Riley hit the ground, Izuku sitting on him to slam his knuckles against Riley’s skin.
You panicked, sliding to the floor and covering your head. Izuku smirked under the mask, not wanting you to see what was going to happen. He picked them from the ground, slamming their head against the ground; watching the way their head bounced back from the floor.
Once. Twice. Three times, then four. Stars were sparkling in your ex’s vision, the pain rattling in their head. The back of their head was split open, small splatters of blood splashing out from each hit and sticking hair together every time Izuku lifted them up to slam them back against the ground.
Izuku looked over to see the shattered pieces of glass spread out on the floor. He smirked under the mask, creepily tilting his head to the side and watching Riley lazily blink. They were trying to understand where they were again, what was happening, and to get their world to stop spinning.
Riley gasped, gurgling on their own blood as a hand shot to Izuku’s wrist. Body moving on instinct and weakly digging their nails in his skin. The large, jagged shard digging in the side of Riley’s neck and blood soaking into the carpet. He ripped out the ceramic piece, jabbing it back in their skin and feeling the blood staining his hand. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die.
Their eyes were dark, glazed into nothingness as death had stolen them. Izuku dropped ceramic without remorse and crawled over to you. His emerald eyes were locked onto your nervous form; stalking to you as a predator trapping the pray. “Y/n, you’re safe.”
“Iz-Izuku…?” You whispered, looking up at Izuku in shock. He nodded, eyes shining happily. “I protected you like a good boy Y/n! The bad meanie is all gone!”
Your body shook at hearing the childish voice, more tears slipping down your cheeks before clutching onto his sweater. His hand trapping you against his chest and clinging onto you, growling possessively in your ear, “My Y/n, mine. My babydoll.”
“Let’s… Lets just go make breakfast now.” You whispered, feeling your stomach beginning to grumble. Izuku nodded, standing up with you and kept your head in his jacket. “What are you doing-?”
“You can’t look.”
“Wha-what? Why can’t I-“
“You can’t look!” He whined like a child, stopping his foot. You were surprised at his actions, not expecting him to actually see him throw a temper tantrum. “What did you do Izuku…?”
“I protected Y/n! Like I’ll always will, forever n ever.”
How would yanderes BakuDeku(poly) react to reader being forced to sleep with someone against her will and she turns to them for help
Yandere BakuDeku x reader | Ex Boyfriends Help Me!!!
⚠️[Warning: Implied mention of sexual assault, pregnancy before marriage, light mention of torture, yandere behavior, stalking, and murder]⚠️h
You weren’t sure how long you sat in the car in the parking lot squeezing your wheel but the sudden rush of the cold and the sound of teeth chattering had you snapping out of it.
“Kazuki. Iruki. Do you have all your stuff?”
“Why are we here?”
Iruki, always painfully curious. The last thing Iruki was going to let this go, she wanted an explanation. She had picked up on your anxiety the moment you picked them up from kindergarten. She knew Kazuki was just trying to keep the mood up but why?
You ignored her, herding them out the car and tutting them when you did happen to find their prized toys strewn about the backseat. You wanted to turn back around, pick the twins up and hightail it out of there; but you had to do this for your babies. That's what you told yourself as you rang that pristine doorbell of the familiar mansion and when the door opened to see the green haired muscular hero you tried to say the same thing.
“(Y/n)? What's wrong? We don’t get to have them for another two weeks?”
The worried falsetto you used to pour your heart out to in the dead of night almost made you do it again but instead you let the twins barrage his knees with hugs and grabby hands as they greeted him.
“Hi DADDY!” “Hello Dada.”
“Hiii heroes! Have you been good to Mommy? How was your day?”
You only followed with their abandoned luggage when Izuku invited you in with the hand that was still free. The twins began their mission of scaling your ex-husband as they had done many times before, answering their father’s inquiries as they scaled him like a building. You couldn’t help but smile assuring yourself that whatever would happen to you they’d be just fine. You fought back those annoying tears as you started taking out their necessities from the diaper bag. You knew Katsuki would want these scrubbed down right away saying something along the lines of, “I'M NOT HAVING THE GERMS OF ANYOTHER GRUBBY TODDLERS BUT MY OWN!!!”
Speak of the devil. You cringed at your daughter’s sardonic use of her American terminology. You and Izuku both agreed that when she voiced her father’s connection to the candy you both wouldn’t point out that it wasn’t a candy she was calling him but a way to say his title and his descriptor: “Pop Rocks.”
“What are you troublemakers doing here? You didn’t trick Mom with that bull sh-butt routine, right?”
You appreciated the effort to keep things clean. You remember arguing about him censoring himself when the kids came; his rebuttal at the time was, “ the world’s gonna be that way anyway, better for them to handle it sooner!” You remembered it was a common argument throughout your pregnancy.
Your children shifted their focus from climbing their one Dad to climbing the other, giving Izuku the chance to talk under the pretense of helping you wash their dishes. When you felt his figure slide next to yours with a sippy cup in hand you couldn’t deny the heat that ran up your body in embarrassment. As if it wasn’t bad enough he casually brushed your hands against his as he washed the cup. He’s gotten a lot smoother, that's for sure.
“Does this have something to do with your boss?”
So perceptive he knew when you made out of character decisions it often fell to that one person. You had, many times, called either Izuku or Katsuki in a frantic voice to call you at a specific time and fake an emergency or just to come over and check that everything was okay. Even though this time was much worse you were sure you could get off with a partial truth.
Izuku was annoyed. He hated that you were even living so far away but it was the fact that they so often had to be your backup. Not that he didn’t enjoy your dependence on them but the fact you relied on them like a girl does on a bad first date was disturbing. After investigating your boss he found out why you did what you did.
He apparently was the head of an influential name with a fortune bigger than entire countries. This business was nothing but a playground where he poked and prodded at whoever he liked. To make matters worse he had a record of chasing around an employee whether they're receptive or not they’ll go missing, turn up dead, or are often traumatized for life. All within a month. He had been chasing you for six. Izuku during his many stakeouts had gathered enough evidence to incriminate him but the lengths his snakes in the Police Force and in the Hero Association. He realized if the enemy was going to play dirty he had to as well.
He had to thank Katsuki’s observation for your sudden change from ‘I never want to speak to you two again!’ to ‘could you call me at 21:34 on the dot and say that you're stopping by from your patrol.’ His boyfriend had pointed out that you seemed to show off your connection to them as heroes and people who you talk to often. As much as he hoped it was because you secretly wanted to get back together Katsuki pointed out how you were probably using them as an insurance. They both recalled how you had done that often, even in high school, you often planned. Paranoia was a pain but came in handy when you needed it.
“You know if it’s a problem we can help…” He was stepping on eggshells, you were adamant about how independent you were.
“I don’t want your help.” You spoke through gritted teeth, this was the root of your separation. You found out how they did things and it got messy.
“(Y/n) seriously. You can’t quit. We can’t always make it in time. He is closing in and he’s going to something horrible-”
He realized how much louder he was speaking and how you were trying not to cry out loud. He squeezes on your hands while he turns you; your back facing the opening of the kitchen where Katsuki has both twins hanging on his arms.
“What's wrong with Mama?!”
“Did you hurt my Mami?”
Izuku sweat-dropped at Iruki’s accusation, before looking down at your pleading (e/c) eyes and tear stricken face.
“It's ok,” He smiled his hero smile, ”Mommy was just a little nervous about sharing.”
He hugs you, slotting his mouth past your hair (if you have any) straight into your ear. “Share your problems with us baby, we’re a team, remember?” You were standing still even as he embraced you. You weren’t on board. which was a problem. He and Katsuki wouldn’t be able to execute their plan “For our kids. (Y/n). They need you (Y/n). We need you, baby.” Finally you collapse into him and return his hug. He looks up to Katsuki who gives him a knowing nod and hauls away the twins.
When the twins were sleeping you told your ex-boyfriends all about the proposal that was made by your boss.
“So the %#@$##@$* is trying to get you to sleep with him?”
“Sorry. The poop-head wanted you at his place three hours ago?”
“...I was supposed to quickly drop them off but you know..”
“We’re gonna handle this babe, don’t worry about it.”
You tightly gripped your mug of (chocolate milk/tea/there is no in between). “You mean you’re going to….kill him?”
“What?! You want me to keep beating around the bush? We all know what we have to do.”
“Yeah but you didn’t have to-”
“Are you guys sure this is our only option?”
“Yeah. Don’t worry about it babe, we’ll do this, you move in, and then we can focus on what really matters. Like why were both Iruki and Kazuki suspended from Kindergarten?”
“What?! I thought you pulled them out!”
“No, they apparently did something particularly questionable.”
“Yes, him too.”
“What did they do? Is it something we need to work on? What-”
“According to the principal they both tied up the teacher, locked them in a closet, and broke into their snack cabinet, leading one of the kids to eat food that they were allergic to.”
“What did they eat?”
“Chocolate syrup and some pancake flour. Apparently their teacher has a taste for chocolate pancakes at the beginning of the day.”
“Oh Allmight! They must have gotten it from you, Kacchan, showing off spectacularly but going against the rules.”
“HEY! DON’T ACCUSE ME! BESIDES I NEVER BROKE THE RULES!”
“They may have been trying to do what you guys did when you took down that old LOV gangster. Adding insult to injury I happen to have a bit of a scuffle with their teacher…”
“HA! My Rascals, I taught them those knots!”
When you woke up you could only remember some of what happened. It all came rushing back when you flipped the news on to find your boss had died from a maniacal butler’s murder-suicide. When the kids came running into your room they had explained how they were ‘so excited to have Momma over for their sleepovers’ and that they’d spend the day showing you all the cool stuff they did when they were at Daddy and Pop’s house. That's how the majority of your day went, only ending when your ex-boyfriends came home with a guy who introduced himself as your boss’ lawyer. He told you that you were entrusted more than a quarter of his fortune and his current estate. When you looked in shock and with furious intent at the two heroes they shrugged and you accepted your check and deed.
When the lawyer left. Katsuki with a curled lip and eyes of disappointment told you how the butler really did get to him before them and had been preparing to repay his victims and their families. Lucky you.
I didn't go into detail for this story but the real life situation is terrifying and confusing.
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I was actually discussing this flavor of Yandere Katsuki with one of my mutuals and hnnngg! Sexy 😫🤍
Warnings: Death, implied non-con, yandere behavior.
Katsuki Bakugou was tired. Tired of watching you drain yourself over, and over, and over that pesky extra that he told you ain't worth it. What more can he do as a best friend? Thankfully your fucked up relationship made him realize he's got the hots for you. He told you not to go after him, not to befriend him, told you he's using you. What did you think? He's delusional, he's lost his mind. Look at you now y/n, look at you. Can't you see the world isn't a nice place? Katsuki tells you this every time with utmost sincerity because he is one of those people. The people who won't think before killing someone.
He's the hero, Pro Hero Dynamight, he's just protecting you from them. He knows how fragile you are and he's just doing his job as a hero. Protecting.
Doesn't matter if the one who did you wrong gets a brutal death, it's to be expected. Villains are punished, aren't they? What big of a crime then breaking his princess' trust? Breaking her smile and making her miserable. He's seen you saddened, feeling pathetic on the first month of your breakup. Yeah technically you aren't his, not just yet. But it doesn't matter to him anymore.
He knows you're okay now. It's been months, he knows you are okay which is why it won't be suspicious... Which is why, now is the perfect time to strike. To kill.
His boots are bloodied from the splattered blood on the white floor. He didn't count his punches, he didn't need to, the guy passed out in just one of them. Puny, pathetic. All he knows that he stopped when he couldn't make out that disgusting face anymore as his. Not his fault the guy couldn't take it and died.
You're greeted by him at home, he seemed different. Usually he doesn't visit you on his own, never. Today he's brought chicken, the blood droplets on his black uniform aren't visible much. Thankfully, he doesn't want you to throw up on the dinner after all.
"Dumbass, I got something for ya." Good, you were starting to smile now, he knows you too well, he's watched you several times, in several ways. You don't have any idea but he's fucked you several times in your sleep too. It feels boring to have you passed out like a roofied chick but he can't take his chances. He can't- Not just yet.
"Hey Katsuki, you looked rugged up." You raised a brow, welcoming danger, welcoming him inside your house. How naive y/n, how naive can you actually be? Nevermind, it's only going to be easier from today. He's going to keep you as his now, he'll show you how a right man treats his princess, punish her if need be, if you really don't cooperate. But, the right man treats his woman right.
Bottomline, he can't wait for you to binge on the dinner. Can't wait for the drug to kick in and can't wait to set your house on fire, he can handle the rest, 'Y/n gone missing.' Not too much to figure out after all, eh?
could we get yandere poly hero bakugo x villain deku x childhood friend??? but make them both kinda off the deep end :) like that sounds so spicy o-o
poly yandere ! BAKUDEKU x childhood friend
goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, gangbang, double-d, slut-shaming, guilt-tripping, degradation, condescension, patronisation
"You? A hero?!"
Ash blonde locks shook with the snide laughter of whom they belonged to. His snickering going well with the crackling in his palms.
Izuku was on the ground again. Dirt the least of his worries with the burns running up his forearm.
"Don't kid yourself! You'll never be more than useless wimp, Deku!" The red-eyed boy jeered. Looking down into the pitiful blank puddles of terrified green at his feet.
Grinning like a maniac. Before something came to block the view.
He stood like a demon menace in front of her, where she'd once again placed herself between the two. As quirkless as the boy on the ground, but not as willing to give in to bullies. Despite said bully technically being a friend.
Her face twisted. Eyes hardening as she stared up at the boy who'd only recently gained some height on her.
"You want to shit all over our dreams?!" She yelled. Her pointer finger pushed into the skull on his black T-shirt. Making his expression drop before altering into one of surprise of her sudden bravery.
Until once again shifting to one of offence.
He rose a brow. Ready to shove another pathetic weakling who was out to play hero to the ground. On their knees where they belonged.
"What about you?! Huh?!" She yelled before he had the chance. "A hero?!"
If he didn't know any better, he'd say she was making fun of him.
But that simply couldn't be.
"Next Allmight?!" She posed sarcastically.
And although he'd never heard anyone speak to him like it ever before, he was positive he didn't like her tone.
He opened his mouth to put her in her place, but she beat him to it once again.
"Are you delusional?!"
Her voice just kept rising. Kept going above whatever comment he was trying to push between her insults.
"People are better off left with villains than with you coming to the rescue!"
Katsuki went quiet at that. Drawn back as though pushed.
His eyes round as he looked down at the girl who seemed to hold more fire in her eyes than him. Yelling at him. Still with that annoying squealing girly voice she had. Though now sharpened like a dagger and thrown at him as though she actually had no fear of him.
"I'd take a villain over a monster any day!"
Deku had remained quiet. Though reached out a hurt arm to pull on her skirt now.
"Hey... stop-" His voice was weak.
Weak and pathetic.
Just like the rest of him. No mind to him being quirkless.
"No! Shut up! You always defend him!"
She snapped around. Her finger now pointed at the freckle-faced crybaby still in the spot Kachan had pushed him to.
He hadn't even dared get up or say anything. Always leaving her to do his dirty work. Never defending himself. Just allowing Kachan to push them around like he was some King and they were his servants.
A spoiled brat's toys he could break whenever he felt like.
"He's right. You are useless." She spit.
A look of disgust on her face as she pulled her skirt to herself. Ripping it loose from his weak grip.
Letting him drop palms first in the sand.
"Well, I'm done protecting you."
Whipping around, she faced the other boy.
His ash-blond main blowing in the wind as he stood still and stunned.
"And I'm done forgiving you!"
She wouldn't allow the tears to fall. She wouldn't allow herself to be weak anymore.
She was done.
She stepped off.
Leaving the two.
Hoping she wouldn't trip in the sandlot dust of the playground as she stomped off. Thinking it would be too embarrassing if she were to make such a statement only to fall on her face.
But she held her head high. Refraining from looking back at the two who she hoped stared after her.
Hoping this would be a lesson for them. Hoping they'd grow up for a change.
Despite the three of them being just ten.
"I'm done with both of you!"
Turns out... growing up wasn't all it was cracked up to be...
She drunk way too much last night.
She knew she should have told Rebecca to go clubbing on her own. But, the rent was just around the corner and that promoter check she gets for simply looking pretty and laughing at rich guys bad jokes was way too tempting to decline.
At least no guy had groped her this time. Or at least she'd gotten too drunk to remember it if it did.
Besides, with the way Rebecca dresses she couldn't allow her to go alone.
While she'd be left safely at home in her fuzzy socks. Her friend's silly judgment and short dress would allow her to fall prey to some rich sleaze who vouched for the pull-out method.
She’s a good friend for looking out for her, she thought and smiled as she drooled into her pillow and giggled just a bit before the pins and needles tugged at her scalp.
She's in the least allowed to pat herself on the back by sleeping in.
And by sleeping in, she means sleeping all day until midnight the day after.
She'd probably sleep even longer until the next morning. Headache and all still lingering like a slight frizz around her crown.
So much so she winced once she heard the noise she guessed must have come from one of her neighbour flat-mates or from up above her.
A sound just loud enough to wake her up.
Groaning while peeling her eyes open. Her hand slapped about the bedside table to try and find her phone, though coming at a loss at the same time feeling something cold poke her back where she twisted in the sheets.
Bending her arm, she awkwardly dragged the phone she'd been sleeping on from beneath her. Eyes squinting in a grimace as the screen lit up in her face. Way too bright white numbers reading double-o-something.
"Half a day of sleep don't do me justice..." She whined groggily as she slipped out from bed with a groan.
Club-dress still on from last night. Short and black, loose-fit but revealing, now sticking to her dried-sweaty skin.
She placed her phone on the dresser and pushed her finger-pads into her temples. Grimacing at the sting while she sighed out a pained little whimper.
"Fuck- Last time I'm doin' this... Too old for this bullshit."
Head only buzzing more with each step she took on the cold faux-wood floor as she slowly made her way to the kitchen.
Passing the full-length mirror she'd placed in the hallway. She stopped with a dead look in her eyes at the sight of herself.
Smeared mascara and rubbed smokey-eye looking like the mask of a raccoon. Nose red and lips dry and pale with their paint-coat long gone. Her hair a tangled birds-nest of regrets she'd already forgotten in her heavy hangover.
"Look like trash, smell like trash, feel like trash..."
She swallowed. Rubbing her sore neck with eyes closed.
"Last time, Becky, I swear... this is getting too tragic."
She dismissed her reflection with raking her fingers through her hair. Moving forward towards the cupboards.
"Oh yeah? What other jobs can a quirkless nobody pursue, buttercup?"
It seemed she wasn't done talking to herself. Though her voice was altered to mimic what one could only guess was supposed to replicate Rebecca.
"I don't know... like- a waitress or something..." She argued against herself.
Choosing her favourite out of the mismatched glasses from the shelf. Before flipping the sink and turning the handle towards cold.
"A waitress? That's practically the same job you have now, Bottle-girl. Just with less than half the pay." She rebutted again. Her voice harsh and pitchy, nagging at herself.
Slipping the spaghetti-straps to her dress off. She let it slink to the floor while waiting for the splashing water to run cold.
Stepping out of the black article she stood freely with no bra and no underwear while filling up her glass.
"You should use your pretty face for what's it's worth while you still can."
She chugged it hastily. Droplets running down her nude chest in the dim moonlight coming in through her open naked windows, in an apartment she assumed was occupied by her and her alone.
"You should shut the fuck up and cry about it in the shower." She dismissed the conversation and wiped her mouth with her forearm.
Placing her glass on the counter with a passive-aggressive clank. She left her dress on the floor and made her way over to her tiny but doable bathroom.
The vent had broken down a while back, and she hadn't the fifty bucks to waste on repairing it or buying a new one when she could simply shower with the door open instead.
It didn't matter much when she lived alone anyway. She just needed to make sure she didn't get a mold crisis on her hands as she really couldn't afford anything but the rent on her shaky salary.
Rebecca had told her to do more private deals in pent-house suites instead of booths at the club. But last time she'd agreed to something like that she'd been roofied and guided to a gold-frame bed with Egyptian-cotton sheets.
All of which wasn't even the worse part as when she'd woken up, thankfully with her dress still on, she'd found the guy she'd been with burnt to a near unrecognisable pulp in the bathroom.
The cops had told her he was part of a drug-ring and that his death was most probably due to those shady activities. Though, not without mentioning that the method he'd been killed with seemed highly strange and cruel for an unimportant no-name thug.
She never failed to think about it each time she entered her own bathroom. Even though the tiles were shoddy and the lights were flickering like fireflies. Miles away from the modern architecture she'd witnessed stain with red on that day.
She shook her head as the water came pouring down upon her head.
Cold like always. Colder the longer she showered.
The hot-water bill another thing she couldn't be fucked to pay.
But she'd grown rather used to it now. Taking her time as she rubbed shampoo into her scalp. Rather thinking it was for the best as hot water would only fog on the walls and give her that rot problem she'd been fearing now that the bathroom fan had kicked the can.
But used to it or not, she didn't bother showering too long.
Getting out once her skin started going purple.
Padding herself dry with a rather scratchy cheap towel. She contemplated investing in something better than dollar-store laundry detergent and maybe some fabric softener. Before ridding herself of the ridiculous thought.
Better save the money.
Drying her hair. She looked down at her nipples and how they strutted like hardened little peaks searching for warmth. Thinking of how rich guys really liked sucking on them when they were like that. How they say they can tell she's going to be a good girl for them for being so sensitive under their hands.
Her eyes stung just a bit. But she stopped herself by digging her nails into her palms.
It would be too silly to cry about it.
The buzzard ringing through the apartment had her dropping the thought completely.
Confusion taking its place instead. Then the slight split-second burn in her chest at the thought of it being the landlord.
Though ridding herself of the notion once reminded what time of day it was.
"It's like- the middle of the night- Who the fuck-" She mumbled.
Leaving the bathroom and padding over to the door-phone. Picking it up.
She had a fair idea of whom to expect.
Only people who knew where she lived where the girls. And she knew all too well how they weren't shy of dropping by late at night for a place to crash if their sleeping arrangements had failed to fall through.
"Hey... it's me."
But that wasn't a girl.
Her brows scrunched. Ears flexing upon the familiar boyish voice hiding in the pitch of the man he must have grown into.
"Bakugou?" She questioned. Her own voice barely reaching above a whisper.
"You' seen the news?" He asked shortly. Dismissing her question in favour of cutting right to the chase, though answering it all the same.
Her head buzzing from a number of things as she tried shaking herself out of the surprise of having him at her door. Before answering.
"Uhm- nah- I- uhm- just woke up-" She spoke into the phone before biting her lip in an effort to stop the words from further humiliating her.
She took a breath. Eyes squished closed while telling herself that there were plenty of reasons to sleep all day and wake up at the witching hour other than being a tragic loser who goes nightclubbing on weekdays.
She didn't need this in the midst of a hangover. She thought with an internal groan as she pinched her brow. Continuing to speak after a beat as he didn’t offer her miserable utterance any reply.
"So- uhm- why are you- what do you want?" She posed. Listening to him breathing.
Before gruff breath turned into words.
"Deku's out of prison."
The mention of his name had her wake up.
"He escaped Tartarus..."
She tensed. Gripping the phone a bit tighter. Eyes wide as she waited.
"I just-" The man paused for a moment. "I need to know you're safe."
Her brows scrunched and her eyes narrowed. A dull frown on her lips as she sobered up some more at the bitter taste his words left in her mouth.
Good ol' Kachan and his superiority-complex and his inferiority-complex and his hero-complex and all the other bullshit cooped up in his entitled mind that makes him feel he has the right to be at her door in the middle of the night instead of following the proper protocol and alerting the right authority that she might be in potential danger because their shared childhood friend is a murderous maniac and he's just managed a prison-break.
"I know you don't want to see me, but-" He tried again upon the complete silence she offered.
"Ugh-" She sighed with a rust.
Rolling her eyes while pushing the other button beneath the speaker. Beeping him in.
"It's open. Third floor, apartment thirty-five. The elevator's broken. Try not to wake anyone on the way up."
Bakugou listened to her groggy voice feed him the information through the shitty intercom. Before grabbing and pulling the door open.
Finding the stairs. He began climbing each step as silently as his heavy combat boots would allow. Knocking once he reached her number.
She opened on the first meeting of his knuckles on the wood.
Still only wrapped in a towel. She peeked through the gap in the door the metal chain-lock separating them allowed. A chain they both knew he could easily blow through.
"Hey..." He spoke first.
"What makes you think he's coming here?" She jumped straight to it.
"A hunch." He answered. Frustrated with the conversation being held while he was still outside. Though not enough to invite himself in.
"A hunch?" She questioned. Obvious signs of irritation in her tone.
"You went to see him?" He asked. Once again ignoring her in favour of posing his own questions.
Interrogating her like usual.
And despite wanting to tell him that he had nothing to do with her life. Quite like she'd done the past years when he'd only been brazen enough to send text messages.
She paused instead. Looking away with pursed lips.
"He requested. I excepted." She put it simply, but couldn't refrain from biting her lip upon the memory of seeing him on the news.
His once look of childlike-wonder twisted into something crazed and maniacal alongside disturbing bloodied mangled mockeries of the human form.
"I- uhm...” She took another pause. “Needed to see..."
"Did you?" Bakugou asked without much hesitation.
She swallowed the lump in her throat and met his gaze again.
There was a pause.
"You think it's my fault, don't you?" The blonde on the other side of the door suddenly accused.
Though, it didn’t come as much of a surprise to the girl.
She just scoffed. Sighing as she rolled her eyes.
Typical Kachan to make it all about himself.
Throwing her head back. She took a moment before unlocking the door with another sigh. Leaving it open for the ash-blonde to enter.
Taking only a small moment to regret it once noticing the size of him.
He wasn't a meter tall brat on the playground anymore.
She left the door open for him. Turning around after one last glance at how much bigger he was in real life than what he looked on TV.
"I was the one that abandoned him..." She muttered. Surprising the blonde male.
Walking to another room out of his sight as he ducked to fit in through the doorframe.
He heard her opening a drawer then closing it. Before she came back out again in a large white tee nearly reaching farther down her thighs than the short pyjama bottoms she'd slipped on too.
It made him uncomfortable when the thought of it belonging to some guy crossed his mind. Before he got distracted by the notice of her not wearing any bra.
Probably no underwear either. Just a pair of pink bunny-slippers.
"Truth is, Bakugou, he's neither of our responsibility..." She told him absentmindedly. The same thing she'd been telling herself over the several weeks that had passed since she visited him at the prison.
Her hands busy rubbing her hair with the towel she'd thrown over her head.
"There was always something wrong with him-"
"Bakugou, huh?" He interrupted.
"Hm?" She tipped her head at him in askance after having thrown her towel over her bathroom door.
"I don't think I've ever heard you use that name." He said as he stepped out of his large black boots.
Indicating he planned on staying a little while before leaving again.
"We haven't spoken properly in... what?" She calculated. "Like- fifteen years, is it now?"
She seemed to be counting fingers.
"That time outweighs the time we were..." She hesitated. Looking at the tall blonde.
The word friend only barely came to mind. Along with the word bully and jerk and bastard and all other synonyms.
"Whatever..." She decided was a good a word as any.
"Stone cold, as always, aren't yah?" He observed.
"Mh." She murmured. Not offering more of a response. "Water?"
She picked up her glass from earlier. Turning the tap and filling it up.
"Sure." He took her offer and watched her brush passed him to open a shoddy drawer where several pill-tables were stored.
She grabbed one that looked close to empty and pushed two from their pockets. Throwing them in her mouth before following with chugging her glass.
Bakugou watched as she blew her cheeks full with mouthful after mouthful of her drink while swallowing. A quirk playing at the edge of his lips as he watched her fish for another cup for him in the cabinet. His yes glued to the droplet that trickled down her chin and chest and disappeared somewhere in her cleavage. Verifying his thought from before. That she was indeed not wearing any bra.
She didn't notice his stares however. Where she was much too busy trying to calm the slight burn of embarrassment she felt over her mismatched crockery. Handing him one of few glasses that weren't chipped or flaked.
Wanting to curse herself as she couldn't find the courage to even look up at him as he took the cup from her hand.
Feeling his large coarse fingers brush over hers briefly. Almost making her drop it to a shattered mess on the floor.
His smirk grew. Even though he tried suppressing it.
He couldn't help it.
She just looked so cute.
Just like she did back when they were kids.
Despite having some remnants of mascara around her eyes, and a swell of breasts and hips now.
She was still small in those areas he was big.
Small manicured hands and feet with pedicured toes wearing those cute fluffy pink slippers.
Those large doe-eyes and that cute little button-nose.
She looked much smaller up close he noted. When she was standing right next to him. Tiny and so very defenceless.
She really shouldn't be living alone.
She looked up at him after feeling him stare holes into her neck for a while. Feeling observed and suddenly a bit too naked to be standing so casually with a person that was now practically a mere stranger.
But Bakugou didn't seem too catch much of the discomfort she was putting across. Or he did, and was doing an excellent job at ignoring it.
Otherwise distracted with the shiny black slip discarded on the floor.
He lowered himself in a squat and picked the little black party dress up. Inspecting it and it's length. Or rather it’s lack of.
His eyebrows raised in judgement as he gave a flash of that sun-swallowing grin he used to toss at her when he'd find a new bug in the forest before chasing her around with it, barking out how he’d put it in her ear where it could lay its eggs and turn her brain to mush.
It was strange seeing it without the missing teeth, she thought.
"Late night?" He questioned. Teasing her before she managed snatching the article form his grip.
Balling it up between her fists and giving a small pout before deciding to joke a bit too.
"Nah, it's just a tea-towel." She blinked innocently. Before giggling and giving a tiny smile of her own. Her eyes sparkling at him.
And he was suddenly aware of his heart.
"You look good." He let slip.
Couldn't help himself when seeing her dimples pop.
"Yeah?" She smiled. Arching a brow at him in suspicion. Thinking he was having another jab at her. "Well, I feel like shit." She admitted.
Leaning against the sink while messaging her temples. Her eyes closed and brows slightly furrowed.
"You should take better care of yourself." He stated.
But apparently it was the wrong thing to say.
Her eyes opened and looked at him unamusingly. Smile gone.
"Charming as ever, I see." She bit out.
"I'm just saying..." He started defending.
His voice set in that strict condescension so many guys feel as though they have the right to talk down to her with.
"Out all night drinking, smoking pot and fuck knows what else, sleeping all day, kitchen close to barren, not to mention your wardrobe-"
"Right." She stopped him. Visibly offended with the flicker of that old fire he'd been burned by so many years ago present like glowing embers in her eyes. "Quit acting like you can decipher my entire lifestyle from one skimpy club-dress on the floor, Sherlock." She snipped.
And he side-eyed the bong she'd left on the couch.
She followed his eyes and felt another pang of embarrassment at the sight of her equipment freshly splayed out from the night before.
"What?" She questioned sharply. Meeting his judgemental stare with a glare of her own.
Red-eyes once so childish and entitled, now so strangely mature.
"You gonna arrest me?"
Whereas she, evidently, still acted like a child.
"You'd be safer." He stated and she sharpened her eyes even harder at him while folding her arms. "But I wasn't planning on it."
"Cool. So how long before you leave?" Her voice had gone sour.
But he only chuckled at her behaviour. Loving the many trips down memory-lane all her little mannerisms where sending him on.
"You runnin' late for somethin'?"
His smirk was back.
And she felt something creep about her stomach that had her guts folding in all those nostalgic ways that told her he was up to no good.
"I thought we were catching up?" He asked. Putting his cup down before resting his palms against the counter as he leaned back on them.
Making no indication he was about to excuse himself.
"Quit acting like we're pals." She finally spit out. Feeling as though he'd long overstayed his welcome. "We were never even chummy to begin with-"
She halted in her building anger. Her brows furrowing.
"How did you even get my address-"
There was a crash to their side and she flinched like a spooked hare.
Her head snapping to the sound of whatever'd been knocked over in the living room.
But more importantly, what exactly had caused it.
Something stood in the shadowed corner of the room. Just behind her bedroom door.
A vase laid shattered on the floor. And a hand, a large hand, drummed strong, seemingly heavy, fingers on the countertop where it had previously stood.
Another male voice had her gut wrench.
It'd been better if it were a stranger.
But she'd recognise that voice anywhere.
"Sorry to interrupt your reunion." He continued. "But I was feeling left out..."
Mites crawled across her back and she instantly felt her eyes pang with tears. Her throat tight and getting tighter. Leaving room for just one tiny trembling ask to slip her lips in hopes of being wrong.
"Izu?" Her voice bristled.
Frozen solid where she stood. She couldn't look away from those distinct green-glowing eyes floating in the dark.
"Sweetheart." It answered.
He took a step forward and her breath hitched as she shook with big eyes peeled like round saucers ahead at the dark shadow that seemed to triple for every step out of the darkness he took until the moonlight finally met him.
Not a poor snivelling quirkless twerp pushed around in the dirty sandlot anymore.
"Look at you..." He cheered. "So cute. In your little jammies."
She seemed to forget how to breathe the more she looked at him. Instinctively leaning towards the only source of safety.
"Bakugou-" She whispered. The name only barely audible, as far away and nearly lost in all her quivering as it was.
"Need help?" He asked nonchalantly. As though their homicidal childhood-friend hadn't just showed up for a surprise visit. "Thought you'd take a villain over a monster any day?"
Her brows furrowed.
"What-" Her attention turned to him briefly but was distracted by the bigger threat.
Drawn back to the green-haired male once he spoke up again.
"I believe those were the words." He affirmed. But she couldn't quite make her feelings settle enough to form thoughts about it.
Their build had grown threateningly similar, but Deku's voice still contrasted Kachan's. Sweet against gruff. Chilling and eerie against harsh and loud.
"Don't you remember, sweetie?" He continued. "Last time we were all together? When you went on and ruined everything?" Something in his voice altered and snapped accusingly and she flinched with it.
"You said you were done with us." The blond next to her clued in.
But she just couldn't spare the attention to focus on the malice in his voice.
"It made me hate you for so long." The male in front spoke again. "I had to get my hands dirty with other people just to get my mind off you."
He took another step forward.
More of him exposed in the pale moonlight.
Red stains splattered like a map on his white asylum-clothing. Some droplets going along the freckles on his face.
She stirred. Sick climbing up her pipes at the smell of sweet metal tainting the stale apartment air.
The scent of blood belonging to someone who was surely dead.
Green wild fluffy locks bounced as the man tilted his head to the side.
"I was afraid that if I stopped I wouldn't be able to help myself and I'd go hunt you down and rip you limb from limb just like how you tore my heart out."
A tear slipped down her cheek. Hot against her cold skin as she stood there frozen in place.
Breaths erratic. Shattering on intake and pushed out to make space again.
"But don't worry... your little visit had me feeling nostalgic."
She whimpered as another step was taken in her direction.
"Your pretty face on the opposite side of my window... that cute crinkle of worry between your brows... the little tear running down your cheek... your small palm on the glass wall... clutching the phone as you said such sweet little things right at my ear."
She'd been mourning the death of the boy she once knew and how his memory would haunt her for the rest of her life. How she'd abandoned a friend in need. How she'd aided in the creation of this mass-murderous monster who now stood in front of her.
"I was reminded of why I stayed away from you- Why I let myself get caught- Why I needed to protect you from myself and myself from you for a bit until I could forgive you for what you did to me."
"What you did to us." The other male cut in again.
But she wasn't given the time to address it, before another step was taken towards her.
"And my chat with Kachan cleared everything right up again." He said and her brows furrowed once again.
She trembled. Never having felt more unsafe than what she did at that moment. Standing in her own apartment with two lifelong childhood-friends.
"I don't want to kill you-" The intruder laughed.
His eyes wild as they looked down at her where she stared up at him quite like how'd she'd done when she'd gone and visited him on his behest.
Large eyes so wide in prayer at the complete mercy of the stone-cold world her unfortunate brittle quirkless soul was placed in.
"I love you." He stated.
His hands drowned with red as he laid them out flat in front of him, palms facing up.
"I want to love you."
Whole body stirred. Taken by instinct at the alarmingly manic adoration lacing his lovesick speech.
She tried once again latching to the only source of protection she had. Knowing she hadn't a chance of reaching the door in time without Deku reaching her first.
"Bakugou- do something-" She tried again. Thinking that perhaps with the hero tackling the villain, she might have a tiny shot at making it.
"You said you were better off with the villain." The blond replied bitterly. Still leaning with much too much rest and calm against her kitchen counter. Showing not a shred of worry. Almost as though ignoring the threat.
"Are you really picking right now to teach me a lesson!?" She tried scolding, but was unable to shed that sweet whimper caught in her voice.
"I want an apology." He said coldly. As though they had all the time in the world.
"Fine, I'm sorry." She bit out hastily. Her heart hammering to the point she almost couldn't feel anything else but the bleeding pumping pounding in her ears. Drumming in her fingertips. Strumming the ribs in her chest.
"That's not very convincing." He replied. Still seemingly completely detached from the trepidation she felt.
And she thought that it might have been because he, in all his cocky rights, had the situation under control enough to tease her a bit before saving the day like always.
But then Deku took yet another step and she lost it.
"Bakugou, please! I'm sorry! I was wrong, you are the next Almight!" She screeched. Turning to him with her misty eyes, despite her knees feeling like jelly.
"So you do remember?" He answered. Raising an eyebrow as he beheld her without much haste. "Not a complete braindead bimbo yet, huh?"
Mocking phrases repelled off her with ease after so many years living as a lesser human in others eyes.
She'd grown quite accustomed to begging when she had to.
Bowing her head, she laid her hands flat against the muscle of his crossed arms. Also because she was sure her knees would soon fail her completely.
"Yes! I'm sorry! You're better than Almight!" She started crying. "So please, help me!"
"Tch- that's a good enough apology to me." He grumbled.
A silent and toothless smirk crept up his face from where it'd laid playing in the corner of his mouth as he watched her cling to him for help and safety.
His hand groped the back of her head. Petting her locks for a moment. Before stopping with his next utterance.
"Now, Deku's turn."
She looked up front burying her face against his chest.
Tears on his shirt and spread on her cheeks. A puzzled crinkle between her brows, set above a pair of two dopey eyes misunderstanding what was happening around her.
"What?" She voiced weakly. "What's-"
"Aw, Quirkless, you never were too bright." Bakugou laughed. Scraping her cheek with his worn thumb as she still looked up at him with such pitifully confused eyes.
He took a second and looked to the other man. His smirk growing wider, to a sick point she could hardly even recognise him anymore.
"Who do you think helped him escape?"
A stillness befell her. As though everything took a moment to hold their breath. Before releasing a deeply unsettling shudder down her spine.
Suddenly she was struck with the dreadful feeling of being entirely alone.
She shook her head as though glitching. Stumbling back.
But there was already someone there.
"How cute..." He commented.
His disturbing voice blowing right at her ear. Making her whip around to face him.
His bloodied hand wafting delicately over her cheek before she could push herself away from between the two of them.
Staggering away. With her heart in her mouth and her eyes round like a deer in headlights as she stared at the duo before her.
Equally tall, they stood like toppling towers.
"You're so small now..." Deku spoke with his head tilted at her. "Isn't she, Kachan?"
"Very." The blonde agreed. "Soft too, I bet."
Their eyes impossibly dark. Full of something... something that she just couldn't understand.
"Mmh, and warm..." Deku added. His emerald eyes jaded and drunken.
His hand reached out.
But her hand reached out too. Quick and desperate as she pulled a knife out of the knife-block standing on the kitchen-counter, slicing a minor cut on the fingers protruding towards her.
"Stay the fuck away!" She screeched. Putting both hands together to point the knife at the pair in front.
Deku watched his blood drip to the floor. Cracking a smile that was anything but sane.
"Still feisty though-" Bakugou commented. Watching her stand on knees so shaky she was only barely able to support the bloodied blade kept in her grip. "That's good."
Deku looked to her again. Pupils blown black with only a rim left of luminescent green.
Raising his hand towards his lips, he put his finger in his mouth. Sucking the cut along with whomever else's blood he had staining his hands.
"I wouldn't want it any other way.”
"But, I do want my apology before we get started on the reunion." He added. Though, paused for another moment. "But... even before that-"
He looked down at himself. His hands smearing the still wet blots of blood further across his chest.
Clicking his tongue.
"I ought to do something with all this blood. It wouldn't feel right to stain you."
He gave her a quick look before turning to Bakugou.
"I'm going to go wash up. Grab her for me, Kachan?"
The man gave a grin back.
"Sure thing, Deku." He replied.
Already taking steps towards her while Deku disappeared into the bathroom.
"Fuck off! Don't fucking touch me!" She yelled.
Conjoined hands swishing the knife around in front of her. Not aiming at anything particular but the empty space of air separating her and the approaching ash-blonde.
Desperately trying to keep the distance.
"Careful." He commented while raising his hands and lowering himself with bent knees as he slowly stalked forward. "You might hurt yourself on that."
She sniffled and shivered.
"Why are you doing this?"
More hot tears streamed down her pitiful cheeks while her breathing just turned more and more erratic.
"Why?" He posed in return with a scoff. As though the question itself was stupid. "I miss you, Quirkless."
She swallowed. That same look of that eerie something growing in his eyes. The same look she'd spotted in Deku when she'd gone to visit him.
A spark of some sorts. Powder and fuse teased by friction. Just waiting to blow.
"You don't call." He criticised. "You don't write."
His voice rose. Eyes never once leaving her as he backed her up into the narrow space of the kitchen nook.
"You don't reach out at all!"
She flinched when he put his balled-up fist down hard on the counter. The punch making the drying utensils by the sink clatter as though they as well jumped with fear and huddled closer for comfort.
"You still haven't unblocked me and yet you go selling yourself to dickweeds on the street." He snarled and she almost lost hold of the knife with how much his menacing glare made her tremble.
There was a pause and another step, and his features softened to something else.
"If it's money you want, I have it." He offered. A somewhat hopeful look on his face. "I would've given you the world, if you'd just-"
He stopped himself again. Looking to Deku's blood on the floor and on the knife pointed at him.
"It's kinda fucked to admit but..." He started a new, the prior thought discarded.
Finding her eyes again.
"I dream of you- I see you everywhere I go- and I hear you-" He rambled. "Our last conversation..."
She gasped once her back hit the wall behind her. Leaning against it like it was the only thing able to hold her up as her knees grew more and more unsteady while the man in front drew closer.
"I want you to yell at me like that again." He confessed in a heated whisper. "It's my inspiration."
His eyes turned glossy as he spoke.
"I've been looking forward to this, you know?" He continued. "When I would finally confront you and show you how wrong you were."
He growled and she whimpered.
"You're insane." She cried weakly. Never having seen him like it.
"Oh yeah?" He smiled. His head cocking to the side as he beheld her with crazed eyes. "Who made me this way?"
She was about to lounge at him and take her only chances, but by that time Deku had finished up in the bathroom.
Standing just to the side in only the plush white sweatpants he'd arrived in. Bloodied asylum jumper discarded. Shirtless, now just intimidating scars on a ripped torso.
"Oh dear, we wouldn't want her hurting herself on that." He commented. Eyeing the knife still held in her hand. "Maybe it's better I take care of this, Kachan."
He didn't wait for a reply. Sending out unstable static tentacles of what looked like black tar as it leaped towards her with a speed she couldn't hope to match before it had tightly secured in a snug grip. Lifting her up off the floor and carrying her back to their master.
"No- Let go-" She protested as the knife was pulled from her grip and left her unarmed and tied with no chance of even throwing a measly little punch anymore.
"Don't fuss, little one... I want to hear my apology now." Deku lulled as he sat himself down in the couch, throwing his legs up on the seat.
Other vines not busy holding her steady making to lift the junk placed on the cushions away for Bakugou to follow and sit down next to him. Pulling her little bound shape onto his own lap to sit between his thighs and lie against his chest.
"Fuck you-" She cried. Desperately wiggling in attempt to free herself.
His hand ascending to hold your face to force her to look back at him as she tried twisting away.
"Don't be greedy..." He scolded. "We'll get to that... but my apology first."
A shudder ran down her spine upon his words. Brows trembling as she looked deep into his black pools ringed by green. Trying to spot any answers outside the one she knew already with the weight of his other hand squeezing her ass as he held her on his lap.
"I already got mine." Bakugou chimed in. His red eyes drowsy where he stood looking down her body. "So I'mma go on and start-"
He climbed up on the seat next to them. His knees sinking into the couch-cushion.
Then his rough and tough hands rubbing up the flesh of her thighs. He grabbed onto the cotton band of her short-shorts started to pull.
She yelped. Kicking at him. Struggling where she lied tight against Izuku's chest where he had his arms wrapped snug around her waist, resting his chin in the nook of her neck. His eyes endeared and amused while looking down at where Bakugou got kicked in the face by her flailing foot.
The blond groaned and rubbed his nose before grabbing her ankles with a growl.
"She's a fighter just like back in the day-" He commented with a sharp grin. Eyes wild.
"Aw... up against the number one hero and number one villain and you'll still try your chances?" Deku crooned. "You're so adorable."
An overwhelming wave of cries struck her with his words whispered against her ear. Stuck in his embrace with Kachan's face prying her thighs apart. His mouth puffing out warm breaths onto her naked unprotected sex.
"Oh sweetie, don't cry..." Deku murmured with a kiss on her cheek.
But his coos only made her cry harder.
And soon his tongue swiped up her cheek. Thick and warm and wet. Licking the salt up from her tear-soaked skin.
Katsuki's lips on her inner thigh. His scruff on her delicate skin, riding up to reach her cunt.
And suddenly there was too many tongues.
"No- stop-" She whined.
"Where's my apology?" Deku interrupted with yet another kiss against her cheek. Pulling her focus back to him.
She whimpered and shook in his brawny arms. So far away from their twig-like state back when they were kids. When she'd have to pull him along and help him catch up.
When she'd have to save him from Katsuki.
The man who currently sat on his knees with his head bowed between her thighs.
Deku kissed the corner of her mouth and Bakugou kissed her cunt and she shook her head with eyes pried shut until she burst.
"I'm sorry! Make him stop! Make him stop-"
"Sorry for what?" Deku ignored with a soft voice.
"For leaving!" She wailed.
Desperately trying to shuffle away from the wet attack the blond in front was waging between her legs.
"I shouldn't have-" She sobbed. "That was wrong of me- I'm sorry! Please make him stop!"
"Good. Forgiven." He said and smiled.
And Bakugou stopped.
"No need to dwell on the past when we have the present." Deku continued, simpering at Bakugou. "Right?"
Bakugou gave a wicked grin in return.
"You've never been wrong, Deku."
The man holding her down started moving at that. His arms lifting from their state of squeezing her waist to grabbing the hem of her loose T-shirt. Beginning to pull it off her.
She tried taking the opportunity to throw herself off the couch. But, didn't have a chance against the two men that quickly had her under reigns. Keeping her down, now fully nude.
"Mmh..." Deku took a tit in his warm palm and rubbed a nipple as she whined out another overwhelmed sob. "Now let's get started, shall we?"
Bakugou pulled back a hand from keeping her thighs apart. Producing his middle finger.
He tickled her opening and she jolted with another whimper.
The blond ignored her. Forcing his finger inside.
She tensed and Deku sighed out a relaxed and comfortable murmur.
"It's been such a long time since we cuddled on a sleepover." He hummed with a soft smile. "But I won't give you any false hope." He began warning. "There won't be much time left for sleeping."
Bakugou jeered with a knifelike smirk carving his face. His red eyes set on her cute cunt squeezing around his knuckles.
"No- stop, please-" She stuttered. Trying to twist her way out of Deku's hug and away from the hand burying itself between her legs.
"Oh, come on..." Bakugou drawled cruelly.
His other hand having found her face. Squishing it with fingers digging into the plush of her bloated cheeks.
"Don't act like this isn't just another Tuesday for you."
Her lips quivered in his grasp. His face an inch away from hers. His breaths hot then cold on her teary skin.
"I've seen yah... in the club. Tossing your hair and giggling as you let shitheads grind on you." He whispered darkly.
His harsh eyes boring through her. Quite alike the finger he'd wormed inside her.
"Will you calm down if I stick a tip between you tits?"
His cruelty made her heart clench and she answered by kicking at him again. Her knee jolting and jabbing him in the groin, making him buckle over with a groan.
"Get off-" She growled.
But the uproar was swiftly stopped.
Bakugou's grip on her jaw tightened and she squeaked.
"Kick me again and I'll break your leg." He sneered in warning. Wild eyes looking manic with rage.
"Oh, Kachan, don't be so rough with her." The other male interjected. "You're scaring the poor thing." He mocked.
His tongue gliding up her throat as he gave a low chuckle.
"She's all goose-fleshed because of you." He accused. Kissing at her neck while she whined in disgust.
"What goes around comes back around." He stated. Stark red eyes glaring down at her and her tear-stained little face as he pumped his spit in and out of her cunt with his thick finger. Before squeezing another digit in along the first one.
Further stretching her out with a pained whine escaping her lips.
"This punishment is long overdue..."
His cruel words and cruel eyes and cruel touches all making her sniffle. Chest quaking.
"Don't listen to him." Deku cooed.
Nuzzling into her from behind. Squeezing her little body closer to his chest. His large hands fully cupping her breasts whilst rubbing his cheek against hers and whispering at the gloss of her teary lips.
"I'm sure if you relax for us, this'll feel more like us expressing gratitude over your gracious hospitality than any long grudge we're finally avenging."
Bakugou curled his digits and sent her further jolting once pushing his thumb down on her budding clit.
"Tch-" He scoffed out a cruelly amused laugh. "Afraid or nah..."
He rubbed the pad of his thumb across the bead beneath it and she couldn't stop the impulsive buck of her hips as she mewled beneath the man.
"She's dripping ready to take cock."
Swivel-eyes. Her heart skipped a beat before she could shake her head dramatically. Trying to wind her thighs shut.
Where in the new flurry of panic she begged the green-haired villain who she swore had the kindest of hearts only a few years ago.
"No- please, Izu- stop him, please- don't do this to me-" She sobbed.
But he didn't answer.
"What're you begging him for? Huh?" Bakugou growled.
Her chin kept between his coarse fingertips.
"He's just waiting his turn."
He glanced to Deku before his harsh gaze once again zeroed in on her and her hopeless glossy doe-eyes.
"Beg me instead." He demanded. "It's been so long since I've seen this little squishy face beg."
His eyes kept flickering to her lips and how they blubbered with tears. Looking so plush and plump and biteable. Licking his own lips, tasting her from before. Until he finally, with such surging intensity, locked onto her.
She squealed out a mumbled whine into him. Bakugou's stiff lips forcing themselves onto hers harshly. His tongue in her mouth.
"Please, Bakugou-" She tried once allowed air again, as the man moved to kiss her neck on the opposite side of where Deku was marking her up with love-bites.
"Nah, that's not what you call me." He answered. His voice gruff and lustful.
His fingers finally removing themselves from her hole. Beginning to pull loose his belt-buckle. Fighting with the button to his slacks and the zipper.
"Where's my pet-name, huh?" He requested. His other hand messaging the fat of her thigh as the other kept working to free himself.
His face buried in her neck. His hot breaths smeared on her skin along with small nibbling bites and suction.
His cock-head warm as she felt it bob upon her wet pussy.
"Please- Kachan- please don't..."
Bakugou was never one to listen to begging. She thought before blanking.
Coming to her senses with the rough bark of his voice again.
"Look at yah-" He laughed. "In the lap of a villain, getting fucked dumb by a monster!" He sneered into her tear-slicked face blinking softly up at him.
Showing her no ounce of mercy as he snapped his hips against her harsh and fast. Cock hard and seeking, blood-pumping and twitching for attention inside her.
His red eyes bloody and wide like a savage as he keenly watched out for her pained expressions and that pretty little choked moan that followed forced from her when he thrusted against her poor cervix again and again and again.
"Like a scene straight out’a hentai!" He snickered. "Guess that really does make you nothing but a dumb little bitch."
His face leaving no space between them. Pushed against hers. Forehead to forehead. Nose rubbing nose. Lips ghosting each other every time he rocked forward. Had himself sucking up all her sounds and her eating all his fucked-up and cruel words.
"Our little fuck-toy we finally learned how to share." He laughed again.
"Play nice, Kachan." Deku scolded and she was reminded of his presence again where he sat, still cradling her from behind.
Holding her close as though for support and comfort as the brute on top took and did what he wanted.
"She's too cute to be called such vile things..." He disagreed with another sickening kiss to her cheek. "If we're bad guys, wouldn't that make her our sweet little victim?"
"She ain't no victim." He said and fucked harder. Enjoying how her eyes where soft as they continued to droop and blink and cross as though he'd fucked her into a state of complete submission. "She's getting what she deserves. What she fucking needs."
Deku made a noise as though thinking.
"Instead of fuck-toy, how about pet instead?"
Bakugou scoffed again, though this time with a laugh.
"Heh, yeah-" He agreed. "She does sound like a little kitten, moaning for me like that..."
Her hands had gone numb from their position of being bent behind her back. Still wrapped in Deku’s black whips.
The fight seemed to have drained from her. Her thoughts of escape diminished as though blanketed the more she was squeezed and sandwiched between the two muscled males.
Only the thought of holding out until they finished with her was left in her numbing head.
Along with the disgusting feeling of pleasure that tickled her lower stomach and seemed to fizzle with excitement in her thighs beneath where Bakugou’s strong hands had her spread wide for him.
"We should get her a pretty leash and collar." One of them said. But, their voices had more or less molded together. "Give her treats when she's been good and punish her when she's been bad."
"She's been bad a'right." The other replied and soon turned out was Bakugou.
His hand having dropped the fat of her thigh and gripped her face again. His fingers digging deep into the fat of her tear-soaked and stinging cheeks.
"Say it, pet. Say you're a bad girl." He spit and she hadn’t the will to spit back.
"I'm a bad girl."
It came out sweetly and softly, like it was someone completely different and not her.
But it was her all the same. Whilst she clenched tightly around the thing taking up space inside her.
"Mh fuck- say you're sorry." He groaned out. His head resting in the nook of her neck. His breath blowing on the wetness of her throat where her tears where beginning to dry.
Bakugou blew his load and his kisses turned sloppy against her neck and chest.
Panting with his entire body. Collapsed on her.
His sweat mingling with hers. Droplets dripping and running down their limbs as though chasing each other.
He pulled off her after a while. Still panting as he threw himself back against the other side of the sofa.
She heard Deku give a curt chuckle against her ear. And then the feeling of something stiff poking her back.
She was then easily lifted and sent into the other man's chest.
Now on her knees. With her face resting atop Bakugou's warm beating heart.
Feeling the man behind her shuffle forward. Not seeing him pull down his sweats, until the tops of his thighs hit the back of hers. And then the feeling of something large drag itself up between her already pummelled and prickly pussy-lips.
Bakugou's hot cum running down her thigh, as Deku's cock-head kissed her opening. Bathing in the slick.
And he didn't waste much time. Seeing she was already prepped and all. Hands held on her hips. He just started pushing.
"Ah- fuck-" She hissed. Her small hands grabbing and bawling up the fabric of Bakugou's shirt. "Please stop- please- break-"
"Aww, you wanna a break?" The man beneath simpered.
His chest fluttering at how she was clutching onto him. Her head pressed and hugging his pecks as she was rocked forward by Deku making himself comfortable with her from the back.
"Hah- can't handle nothing but rich pricks with their twig dicks?" He snickered, but the spite from before had disappeared. Now only sweetly condescending and strangely soothing.
A hand ascending from resting on the couch cushion to stroking the slick tresses of hair sticking to her cheek out away from her face, before continuing to pet smoothly over her head.
"Not used to being fucked by real men?" He continued.
And it was strange how he could talk down to her with such stone-cold callous words in that soft tone and treat her so gently while still doing something so ugly.
"Better get used to it.” The blonde continued in a murmur. Whispering to her as he caressed her to his chest. “You ain't ever fuckin' anyone else ever again."
The male behind gave a short chuckle as he bottomed-out deep inside what felt like having reached through to her throat.
"You make it sound like we're gonna kill her, Kachan." Deku chastised.
His hands gliding up her torso softly. Large hands holding her so steadily, squeezing her reassuringly.
"Don't worry, sweetie.” He purred. “No one's gonna hurt you anymore. We're here to keep you safe."
She twitched against Bakugou’s chest. The cock inside feeling as though pushed through her ribs as it pumped its load deep inside her womb.
Hot in her stomach before slumping out of her with a spew of mixed cum squelching from her hole as Deku pulled out.
Her small hands detaching from the shirt she’d been balling in her fists and she made to relax in a collapsed mess between the two. Feeling Deku rest his heavy chest down on her back.
All their heads in a cluster against the coach cushion.
Knocked from her senses in the emotional turmoil. She was exhausted and only a slip away form falling asleep.
Before a voice breached the restful peace of cohesive breaths calming down.
"You ready for round three, sweetie?"
Something twisted in her stomach where the words settled.
"It’s not a reunion without a double-d.”
"No-" She gave a sound of protest. Already panicked where weak hands laid down flat on the hard chest they had rested against. Beginning to lift despite being out of energy.
"Sh-sh-sh" Deku fussed. Collecting her brittle little arms into a neat cross behind her back. Keeping her in a bow.
"No- please, Izu. Kachan, please-" She pleaded, though it all stuck in her throat once Deku pushed through her sore walls yet again. The sound turning into a blubbered out wet moan instead, where half a cry laid hidden as she was too spent to produce such a thing as a wail.
"Shh Quirkless, calm down..." Bakugou joined in, halfheartedly cooing her. Whilst pushing in along Deku.
“Ah-” She gasped and hissed as they split her apart. Kept bent over in the perfect position for them to bottom-out together.
"Aw fuck-“ Bakugou moaned and tears spilled from her eyes and soaked his shirt. “This is how you properly apologise."
One was thicker. The other hit deeper.
And she couldn’t stop her cunt from sucking on the both of them each time they dragged through her walls with such overwhelming stimulating friction on their way to kiss her cervix deeply, filling her completely.
"We love you."
Summary: Swimming in the water you grew up maybe wasn't the smartest idea while a certain desperate creature in need of a mate lurks beneath the waves.
TW: Mermaid, yandere ideas, water, kidnapping, noncon, breeding, sex, Aged Up!
It was a calm day in terms of weather. Nice and sunny, the water was calm. Everything had pointed to a nice relaxing day at the beach. And everything had been great until you decided to take a swim. It wasn’t far out, you knew that it was best to stay by the dock or the shore. However, the water was too nice and you kept spotting more shells further and further. It should have been obvious that admiring the water could become dangerous. The rules from when you were young of having grown up near the sea didn’t seem to apply to you today. It was foolish, but it was the truth.
Your admiration of the water and the things it was what almost caused your death. It was supposed to be safe at least a kilometre offshore, predators just never seemed to come any closer for some reason. Maybe that explained your obliviousness, your carelessness of your surroundings and of your survival. The shark nearing your whereabouts was proof of how little attention was given to the water. You were too occupied admiring the small fish and the shells that littered the seabed to see the danger. Though you had missed it, another predator hadn’t. Tamaki was there to help you.
Humans weren’t rare around the shore, no they were common. Whether in boats, swimming or standing on the shore close to the water. He used to them, despised them, but nonetheless use to them. His hatred of them was what surprised him the most when he got the shark to head away from you. Knowing the shark wouldn’t have seriously harmed you, probably only given you a bite and then swam off. But then there was the blood and panic that would have destroyed his peaceful day.
Normally he would have swum because away from humans, ignored their presence as much as possible. But here he was, watching you swim around, admiring his world. You were something else, something inhuman. Different than the rest. How you swam as if you were made for the water. You were not like him, you didn’t have a tail with fins, you didn’t have gills yet here you were, Adapting in the water.
He wasn’t sure what sparked in him, what set of such a need for you. Could it be because Tamaki had been alone for all these years. Or was it cause he had reached the age of maturity a while ago and still hadn’t found a mate. But here you were, practically begging for him to take you. Take you far away from here and keep you safe. After what he just saw, safety was what you needed from him.
Swimming was so relaxing. The water against your skin, the fish that swam by. It was all so nice. Thank goodness you hadn’t thrown away those goggles from all those years ago. It made it easier to see the beauty the way around. Unfortunately, they were no help in aiding you to see the creature swimming towards you.
Arms were wrapped around your waist. Fear was beginning to set in. It was too fast to react, everything happened too fast for human reaction. Not long after arms were wrapped around your body, you were dragged through the water by something you weren’t able to fully see. Only feeling a human chest pressed against your back. Along with the arms that looked semi-human, with scales, securing your body against its.
The question of where you were headed had quickly been replaced with how you will breathe. The air was slowly running out. Instead of air, the pain was residing in your chest instead. This was how you died. Drowning. Not swallowing water was becoming harder and harder. The pain of being dragged and the lack of air was becoming painful. Becoming worse by the second. Why was this happening? Or better yet what was happening?
It was long until you passed out. Swallowing water along with passing out. Tamaki felt bad, but this needed to be done. Only he could provide you safety and soon you’d see this was all for the better.
The feeling was terrible, waking up and coughing what you felt like was a whole sea worth of water. As if it would never end. Realizing just how dark it was where here was. Feeling around to help you assess where this was. Rock, sand, water. Crawling around, trying to gain an understanding of where you were. Unfortunately, it didn’t help. You were cold, sick, and tired. The worst part was the unfamiliar surrounding. Your coughing hadn’t seized either. You weren’t sure
if it was still the water or maybe your anxiety taking on a physical form.
Rustling was coming from behind you. Freezing in place, waiting for any more movement. It was quiet for a moment. then more noise came. It sounded like it was all around. Not staying in one place. Then your eyes were blinded. Abruptly light had appeared. Was, was this a cave? It looked like one.
Once the shock of the lights had worn off, that’s when he became visible. Tamaki was sitting across from you, hiding in the shadows, but you could see him. He looked like a man, at least from the waist up. Some odd scales covering parts of his arms. Scars adorned his body as well. Moving up his neck you noticed more of his features. Where are those gills on his neck? He wasn’t human, but yet his face looked like he was. Mostly. His eyes were terrifyingly piercing. As if they could stare into you. Then there were his teeth. They were extremely noticeable when he gave you a grin. Sharp.
“I-I, I am Tamaki.” His voice was strained. Speaking must not be something he’s too used to. Then he began to move. That’s when you fully noticed his tail. The memory of the swim over had suddenly come back. He was the thing that brought you here.
“Where am I? W-what happened?” You were terrified. What did this thing want? “P-please I just want to go home.” Tamaki frowned at your words, confused about why you wanted to leave. Instead of letting you go, he made his way to you. Dragging himself towards you. There was nowhere you could go once you hit the wall behind you, yet he kept coming. Moving across the cave floor towards you. Avoiding eye contact at all costs. You realized something. The light. The light from the cave roof. That meant that some part of this cave was above water. So either it was breaking one of the tiny holes open. No, looking closer the rock was too thick. There had to be some other way. Tamaki was almost right in front of you when you noticed the water. A little bay. That's how you guys came in, maybe that’s how you could leave. But he had you trapped now. One hand is placed on your waist while the other stroking your cheek. Tears had begun to stream down your face. “Please, just please don’t hurt me. I wanna go home.” He began to shush you as his hand stroked your cheek. Rubbing away at the tears. It would have been a sweet gesture if he hadn’t been some creature that had kidnapped you for who-knows-what.
All you could do was whimper and beg him to let you go, but either he didn’t understand or didn’t care. He continues to coo and hush you. Mumbling under his breath, some words sounding like English and others not.
“Your name?” Tamaki pointed his finger in the middle of your chest and asked. “Oh” Maybe he did understand you and was just ignoring you. Introducing himself, hoping that would make him more likely to show mercy to you. “Pretty” Tamaki practically purred in response.
Leaving was not possible, he had made that very clear. You were to stay here and be with him. Asking him why had gotten you nowhere. All he offered in response was a smile and a blush. Hours went by and nothing had gotten clearer. No, instead you were now still wet and cold.
Tamaki only noticed you were cold when he saw you shivering in the corner. His heart sank. You were cold, of course, humans were so easily affected by temperature. He was being selfish with keeping all his body heat to himself. Moving closer to you, feeling worse when he saw how you flinched at his movements. You were his poor little baby, something he needed to protect and take care of. He could prove it to you, prove how he will be so good for you.
Wrapping his arms around you, pulling your body down in a spooning position. So soft, that’s all he could think of, all he could think of until you moved your ass against him. You awoke something in him. Something primal. Something he was hoping he could have kept at bay for at least tonight. To let you ease in. But how could he when you were being so tempting? He knew another way to warm you up.
You were flipped over suddenly. Layed on your back by Tamaki. He stared into your eyes, the look was something you couldn’t recognize what it was. But it was something dark and primal. Crawling away from him was not possible, his arms had you cagged in. Not to mention he was your only source of warmth. You two simply stared at each other. His large eyes scanning your face. His had lust, while yours held fear. Swiftly his lips were crashed onto yours. It was messy and wet. Desperate. Like he was trying to get closer to you, pushing his body as close to yours as possible.
The bathing suit you were wearing was no longer on your body, they had been ripped off. That’s when you were aware of just how dangerous Tamaki was. He could end your life with those claws so easily. It would be better to just stay still and try no to anger him. Hopefully, this will be over soon, then you could be safe at home. A thought that you weren’t aware of was never going to happen.
The feeling of his hands roaming your bare body was hard to ignore. A reminder of how espoused you were to him, how helpless you were in a cave with no easy exit and with a creature you weren’t sure what it wanted. Those breathing techniques you learned to help stay calm were useless. Nothing could save you from him, it was a fact you hated to admit.
While you were shaking at his touch, Tamaki was exploring your body with his hands. Taking in how your skin felt against his. How different the textures were. Coos and moans escaped his lips and his hands trailed to your breast. He knew what these were, even his species had them. For feeding the young. Yes, that meant you could produce young as well and nurture them. Oh, Tamaki couldn’t hide his excitement at that prospect. You with his young, being a mother to his offspring. Watching you grow a life inside of you, a life he would put there. Yes, that meant he would have to put it inside of you. fill you will his seed so you could be fully his. Proving to others who you belong to with your womb swollen because of him.
The excitement had gotten to him, there was no holding back now. In Tamaki’s eyes you were already his, the moment he decided he had to have you. That was how his kind was, if they wanted something they got it. Proved to their potential mate they could care for them, protect them and fill them with young. His lips latched onto one of your nipples, sucking and swirling his tongue around it. Tamaki had a hard time understanding human reactions, so he mistook your back arching in surprise as it arching in pleasure. Urging him to continue his onslaught on your chest. Hands pushed against him did no good, he simply batted them away or ignored them. This is all he had wanted for so long and now he had you, he had his little mate.
It felt like hours that he was at your chest, sucking and playing with them. Switching between each breast. Moaning into your skin. Then you felt him grind against your leg. He was going to try to have sex with you. This creature was going to try to fuck you. You weren’t sure what you were more scared of, the fact he probably wanted more than just sucking at your chest. Or how he was going to do it. He has a fish-like tail, how on earth was he going to do it? That’s when he answered your question for you. Letting your chest free from his grip and mouth he sat up. “G-good girl.” An odd smile adorned his face. Tamaki’s hand dragged down his body to below his hips. He released his dick from its confinement. It was hidden behind a few scales but was now fully out. The blush that now adorned his face was extreme, red to his ears. You could swear he almost looked shy as he showed himself off to you. But what really caught your attention was what had just come into view. He was large, at least larger than any man you had seen before. Your fears were coming to reality. Scurrying back away from Tamaki, until his hand gripped your ankle tightly. Pulling you back towards him as he crawled on top of you. “No, please. Be good for me. Please y/n” he was going to enter you without any preparations. Sure his attack on your chest had gotten you a bit wet, you hate to admit. But that was nothing compared to what you needed for this. “No, please no. I-it’s too much. It’s going to hurt.” It was wishful to think your pleas would do anything to him when he was in such a state. Instead, Tamaki cocked his head to the side confused. It would seem his kind don’t need to prepare the other. “Too much? Hurt? Why?” He looked sad, like the idea of hurting you could end him. If he only knew just how to hurt you already were from everything he had already done.
“You can’t just, uh” The words were difficult to find. How could you explain to this creature who was laying on you and looking straight down at you? That he won’t be able to get in without either tearing you, or he needed to prepare you. The thought made you realize you had accepted your fate. He was going to have his way for you. Then maybe he’d let you go or leave so you could find your way out. “It’s just. I, humans, need to be prepared before. Before things go in…” Confusion was written across his face. “Prepare?” You were going to have to show him. Gently grabbing his hand you guided it down to your cunt. Trying to get him to move his fingers around your clit. Your back arched and a moan escaped your lips when his finger found it. Trying to help him move them was difficult. He was so still, when you looked up at him you noticed his features. The shock was on his face and he stared at where his fingers were. “I need you to do this.”
With those words, his fingers began to move on their own. Picking up speed. Your moans only aided him in his attempt. He needed to see this, see what he was doing to you. Lowering his head to meet your cunt. He watched as his fingers rubbed your clit, he could see it. Looking up he watched as your face scrunched and moans escaped his lips. Yes, this was it. This is what he so desperately craved. A mate, a mate who had obviously accepted him. Tamaki could learn how to please you, how to make you feel good and want him.
You couldn’t stop yourself, your hand found Tamaki’s hair. Grabbing at him to push his face fulling into. You wanted his tongue on your clit. “Please Tamaki, please u-use your tongue.” You wanted him to taste you, oh he would happily comply. It would be a lie if he said that he wasn’t thinking of it himself. His kind usually doesn’t use their mouths down there. But he knows a few of his old friends use to talk about how it felt better for yourself and your mate when you found some land and used your mouths on each other. Leaving marks on your mate's body was normal, but a bit hard to do underwater. So the land was typically found when two wanted to try things. His lips were attached to your clit in a second. Moans caused vibrations around your clit. He was lapping at your core, trying to taste every inch of you. It wasn’t long until his tongue began to roam around your entrance. Pushing past it to tongue fuck you. it felt like he was going deeper than was possible. Then again, he wasn’t human so who knows how long his tongue truly was. Shifting your focus on his unnatural aspect, you focused on the feeling. The pleasure he was giving you. It was amazing. You could feel the pressure building up in you. Squeezing your walls, causing Tamaki to moan. He was going to make you cum. It was close, so close. All it took was him adding his fingers to your clit. Your moans had turned to screams as you finished on his face.
While you were coming down from your high Tamaki was shocked, he was slowly cleaning you off with his tongue, but was confused about what just happened. You had tasted so good and he was just trying to get more of you when you screamed. Then suddenly he was tasting more. He liked this and it seemed to have made you feel good. Tamaki wasn’t sure what just happened, but he wanted to do it more. He needed to make you do that again, but this time not on his face. “Are you okay? Ready now?” You nodded in response. In a rush, he suddenly laid in the position he was in before, where his face was against yours. The notion that this was all to warm you up was gone from his mind. Now, now this was for him. To claim his mate and have you. As he lined his dick up with your entrance. Pushing in, he slowed his pace when he saw how you grabbed his arm and whimpered in pain. He didn’t want this to be painful for you, no, he wanted you to enjoy this like he was going to.
The pain was harsh, even after he had made you cum on his face. There was still a burn happening. The stretch he was causing was bad, but at least he slowed down. This could be more bearable. Finally, he was fully in. Scales pressed against your hips and he waited a moment. Moans and grunts were falling from Tamaki’s lips. Pushing his face into your neck. Muttering how good you felt and how you were such a good girl. Praising you for taking him so well. Then he began to move. First, it was slow, but something must have switched in him as his pace picked up. Hips snapping against yours at a harsh rate. It felt nice, but the pain was outlaying the pleasure. Your pleas of mercy fell on deaf ears as Tamaki was busy pleasuring himself and trying to get another orgasm out of you. He was in a state of bliss right now. If only you could see his face. He already looked like he was fucked out and drunk on your cunt. Though you couldn’t see his face, you knew he was enjoying it a bit too much. Feeling his drool makes its way onto your neck and shoulder.
The full pleasure eventually came, the pain had ceased. He was filling you up more than you had ever been. As if his dick was hitting all the right angles. Moans from both of you had filled the cave. The slap of skin and scales could be heard at a deafening volume. It all felt so wonderful that you almost didn’t want to believe this wasn’t against our will.
Things weren’t slowing down, Tamaki had his head still buried in your neck while violently hammering into you. His fingers suddenly moved down your body. Gliding across your skin until it reached its destination. Your slit. His fingers began to work at it again, trying to build you up once more. Your moans got louder. Swearing you could feel Tamaki smile against your skin. You arched into him, trying to get more. More of his fingers working on you. More of something to push you over the edge. And Tamaki was more than happy to comply. “Please. Please again. I want it again. I want more.”
His thrust got wild as he got close to finishing. He just wanted you to do what you did before. Make a mess on him and squeeze him again. Tamaki was desperate for you to cum on him now. As his fingers pushed you over the edge, he felt it. Your walls squeezing his dick, pulsing around it. This was bliss, the most bliss any creature could feel. To be fucking their mate and have them do this to them. Oh, it was perfect and he’d reward you. Pausing himself to catch his breath again. Then he continued his onslaught. His mouth got to work nibbling at your skin, sucking and biting. Leaving any kind of mark he could as he fucked into you as fast and hard as he could. He was going to fill you up. Fill you with his seed. You were his mate and he needed to breed you. Cries left his mouth and he desperately railed you. Trying to get deeper with every thrust. Tamaki ignored your whines of pains and pleas to stop. This was just too good for him. Little whimpers of “mine.mine.mine.” could be heard from him when he finally finished.
The feeling of him pumping you full was shattering to you. Feeling his cum coat your walls. It felt like forever that he laid on you pumping his seed into you. But in a way comforting. At least he was done. This was all done. You could leave now. Once you felt him stop you asked. “C-can I l-leave now?” Your voice was scratchy from all the moans and screams from earlier. Tamaki’s body suddenly moved, he was now facing you. Analyzing your face. He looked so confused and hurt. “No. You stay with me now. You’re mine.” His grip on you tightens as you tried to move away from him. “No. Stop. You’re mine. You’re my mate.” The word mate made you freeze. If he saw you as his “mate” that meant this wasn’t a one-time thing. He really was going to keep you here. “I’m not your mate.” You wanted to sound commanding, but instead, your voice sounded more like a plea. Tamaki’s hands began to hold you tighter. Anger was boiling in him. Anger and sadness. Thrown to the middle of the cave, he was back on you. Holding you down while yelling in your face. “No. You can’t. You can’t leave. No. Stay with me.” Yells of how you were his and his mate filled your ears. When tears escaped your eyes is when his voice softened. Kissing away the tears as his hands roamed your body. Stomping by your stomach. “Shh, shh, shh. It’s fine. You’re safe. You and our babies are safe.”
Tamaki’s words ringing in your ears, “You and our babies are safe.” He had just bred you. Even if you left this cave, you’d be leaving with a reminder of him. Escape only seemed further away from you now. He had laid his claim on you. You were his mate.
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may i request more of obgyn!mirko and psychiatrist!hawks? i love your work!
You hate it when they come together for your check up. I mean, they're still insufferable individually, always groping you inappropriately, but together, it's just like they bring out the worst in each other.
You knew that when they took you to shower, it meant they were gonna watch you just to make sure that you don't harm yourself. You never imagined that they'd join you for "a more thorough checkup".
No matter how much you try to scurry away into the corner of your padded cell, you always end up being sandwiched between them. It's usually Hawks behind you and Miruko on top of you, but they don't mind switching positions, and they don't mind putting you in different positions.
And with the way they stretch you, bend your body in angles you could only imagine a contortionist could, tell you not to worry because they're sure their new treatment of pounding and filling you up with... stuff, you're only a little glad for the padded room to cushion your frail body.
And muffle your screams.
BNHA as yanderes (pt 2)
pt 1/pt 2
The charming Bastard:
Charms can be dangerous. And Tamaki Keigo was the perfect example of it. He was beloved by every citizen in the whole Country except you.
You just didn’t like him enough to be a fan. And that was your fault, because hawks craves something different, difficult. He’s so tired of being loved. Now he’s got someone to win over, and love as much as he wants to.
That smile of his is so irresistible. His golden eyes shine so brightly when he looks at you that you can’t stop your heart from fluttering even since he saved you from the villains.
He was your hero, Your saviour. You loved him now, didn’t you?
Didn’t you? You have to love him now, because he’s an impatient man bad definitely not used to not getting what he wants.
Now he wants you, his beloved baby bird.
“Hi, I’m Hawks, the number two hero, could I get your number please? A lady like you deserves the bestest of the best. And I’ve been known to be just that.. Be mine now.”
He’s got some… issues.
Well. He’s a literal freak, both a sadist and masochist, you could also call him a bipolar, Shigaraki is intense in many ways.
His feelings are intense, whether any emotion, hatred, anxiety, joy, love or obsession.
You are doomed, in conclusion. He’s very delusional, if you fight him, he’ll think you’re just playing with him, if you’re refusing to kiss him, he’ll just have to force ya!
If you think he’s gonna let you go, oh then you are so so wrong… he’d rather die or kill you, remember he is capable of doing absolutely anything.
You just have to play your cards right, he is easily gullible. Maybe because he’s desperate.
His issues were the foundation for his sick infatuation with you. There wasn’t a day in his pathetic life where there wasn’t endless suffering, he was lonely, desperate and insane.
But then, he found you.
Too bad for you.
“My pretty pretty darling… are you scared o’me? There’s no need to be if you’re being good to me.. but if ya wan’to be a brat and entertain me.. then I can’t give ya any guarantee… haha.. fear looks so sexy on ya!”
The obsessed Horndog:
Kirishima likes to think of two ways.
The way of loving you and the way fucking you in the most pleasurable way he can.
Kirishima saw you for the first time in his class, and boy he was long gone. He fell so hard for you at first sight, you were the prettiest human being he’d ever laid his eyes on.
Even more than his mother. You were perfect in every sense. Your gorgeous face, your sultry eyes, your perfectly sculpted nose, and his most favourite part of yours was your mouth.
Oh those pretty pink lips.
They were the gate away to becoming a sinner. And he was dying to become one. He needed a taste of you so much! Just one look from you and he was aching with unbearable desire.
And that made him snap. If you has made him feel so damn horny and lovesick, his classmates could also fall for you.
He needed you. Only him.
“Fuck, you make me so hard baby… it’s getting hard for me to resist the urge to fuck you right on this wall. Stop staring at me cus I won’t be able to stop myself if you do any longer, fuck!”
Me or no one
Yandere Event Day 3: Bakugou x gender neutral reader
Prompt: “If you don’t want to be with me then maybe you shouldn’t be with anyone at all.”
Link to Yandere Event Masterlist
Trigger warnings: Forced isolation, the reader is left in a cold dark room and gets sick, manipulation, possessiveness, drugging, yandere themes
It was summer vacation and you went to your boyfriend, Bakugou's house to spend a week there. Because of the strict and sometimes heavy school work, the two of you didn't spend much time with each other, but now you could. You smiled as you got off the taxi and knocked on the door.
Bakugou, on the other hand, was excited for this vacation too, but for different reasons.
He opened the door and let you in quickly closing it as soon as you were inside, almost hitting you by a hair. "Woah excited much?" you asked noticing his thrilled demeanor. "Of course I am, we're going to spend all summer together." he grinned. "Not all," you shook your head. "I have this trip abroad remember? Me and Mina, Midoriya, Ochako, and Iida planned this for months now, so I can only be here for a week."
Bakugo tutted in annoyance at the mention of your trip, it was bad enough you spent time with Midoriya and the others to plan for it, but to spend more time with them than him, your boyfriend was downright insulting. But he had a plan to get you to stay with him, his plan was drugging your food to make you miss your flight and end up staying with him.
"Anyway do you have anything fun we can do? I don't really have any ideas and I want to have as much fun with you as I can before I leave."
"Or maybe you can just not go with them so we can have all the time to spend together. I really wish you'd stop spending time with them." He grumbled, you just chuckled not noticing the malice laced in his words. For the rest of the day, you two decided to watch movies, but it would constantly be interrupted by the pings of messages from your friends excited by the trip.
You'd ignore the movie to text back to them and most of all ignore Bakugo. When night came and you ate dinner your phone rang with a call. "I have to take this," you say pressing the green accept button, that was when Bakugo had enough. You come to his place saying you'll spend time with him but instead focus on other people, unimportant people.
"Hey y/n so I just wanted to tell you that you should pack a-" *beep
"Huh? That's strange the line went down." Uraraka mumble. She took it as you wanting to not get disturbed and didn't call you again. How wrong she was.
"Why'd you disconnect it? It was only going to be a quick talk." you asked Bakugo perplexed by his behavior. "Me or them," he said, "Huh? Bakugo I don't understand what you're saying-"
"I said. ME. OR. THEM."
You blinked in confusion at the situation. "You're not saying me so it must be them right?" he mumbled under his breath. "That's ok, maybe a few days of thinking, alone, will help you decide. If you don’t want to be with me then maybe you shouldn’t be with anyone at all." Throughout the whole scene, it was getting harder and harder to keep your eyes open.
He drugged your food, just to test to see if what he bought was legit and it very much was. With how your eyes drooped and limbs go numb you felt as if you were going to pass out. That you did.
He didn't plan on doing anything to you but because of how you acted he decided he should do something to make you appreciate him more. Carrying your limp body he set you down on the bed of the guest bedroom, you weren't going to wake up for hours and hours so while you were asleep he set about preparing the room for you when you wake up.
He planned on locking you in for the whole week until you missed your trip, it wasn't what he had in mind but it'll do.
When you awoke you found yourself in the guest bedroom, but this time it was different. It was freezing cold and the lights wouldn't work, thankfully the bathroom and water did. When you went to check the door it was locked.
That's when you panicked, you didn't understand what was happening, why he'd do this. Did you really disregard his feelings that much? To the point that he'd lock you in because you were going to spend time with other people. With no lights to even see your surroundings and nothing to pass the time with you decided to wait.
It seemed like he knew when you were asleep since when you'd wake up there'd be food on the doorstep left for you. At least he wasn't making you go hungry you thought, no that wasn't right, none of this was right. This shouldn't even be happening in the first place. Time went so slow without light or a clock, throughout the whole time you only had your thoughts to entertain you.
Your thoughts mostly consisted of Bakugou though, of what he was doing and why he was doing this. You never took him to be the jealous type with how nonchalant he was when you first started your relationship. But now, you scoffed, you knew what he was.
As more time passed you slowly started to think differently, maybe you did do something wrong. With how much you disregarded his feelings and ignored him. Talking to other people when it was supposed to be just him and you. If you treated yourself like that you wouldn't be happy either right? You didn't know, maybe it was the cold making you think like that or how you were slowly going crazy with no one to talk to.
On the day of your departure Bakugo let you out, the flight already left so it was impossible for you to go anymore. You were asleep when he opened the door and took you outside. You were so cold too and had a high fever. "I'm sorry, I overdid it," he muttered tucking you in his bed with a warm blanket.
When you woke up you were greeted by sunlight, that alone was enough to have you getting up. "Woah woah, you're still sick," Bakugou told you, gently pushing you back down. Your head had a throbbing headache and your body was hot. "I made soup, can you eat?" Bakugo asked.
You wanted to strangle him for what he put you through, you wanted to cry, to scream and curse him out but instead what came out was, "Yes please," He smiled and took a spoonfull of the soup and blew on it to cool it down, "Here," he said holding it out for you. You slurped it up in less than a second. It tasted divine, warm, and delicious, and you wanted more.
"More," you said, you didn't take the spoon and let him feed you, with what he did to you, this was the least he could do. After eating he asked you if you wanted anything, juice, the remote to watch TV or another blanket. "I want... I want you to hold me,"
"What's that?" You gritted your teeth in embarrassment. "I want you to hold me," After a long time of no human interaction and warmth you craved to be held and needed warmth. As he spooned you, letting you rest on his chest you thought about how comforting it was, when was the last time you two held each other or even cuddled? You couldn't remember.
Maybe that was why he did it because you couldn't see that what you needed was just here all along. That you only needed him and no one else.
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Player!Dabi x Player!reader during red light green light and someone tries to get her killed ✌️😩 plsss he'd be sooo mad
Squid Game AU - Player!Dabi x Player!Reader
TW: Dabi is definitely one of the scary players, Yandere Tendencies, Super Protective and Possessive Dabi, Mentions of Torture and Murder.
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Part 1, Part 2, Part 4.
It all goes so fast.
Someone whispers something filthy about you, a word that has you blushing followed by a less than subtle "Die," and then you're tripped and fall right as the robot girl turns around to shoot at the moving players.
There are tears in your eyes when you look at the doll's, deadly cameras in the form of merciless irises looking for any weaknesses to kill, kill and kill. And yet, right before she starts, right before she sees you and pronounces your death sentence, there is the strong back of another player hiding her from view, protecting you in the process.
The bullet doesn't come.
She didn't see you move.
It takes ten long, excruciating seconds of her looking around the field before it's over and Dabi (as you've learned he likes to be called), turns to you, worry in his gaze for the first time since you've met him.
"You okay, princess?"
His hands are soft when he helps you up, movements slow as if he were scared to hurt you, worried that you'd break into pieces under his touch if he dared use just a bit of his usual strength. And maybe his fingers are trembling with fury when they wrap around yours, but still, there is kindness in the gesture, so uncharacteristic of him it all feels unreal.
"Walk," he orders, firm, as he gives a slight push right between your shoulder blades so that you'd cross the line guaranteeing your victory at this deadly game.
You turn to him right when you step on the white paint covering the dirt ground, the soles of your trainers squeaking as you do so.
He's there. Dabi. Blood on his fingers, pure, raw hatred in his gaze, murderous in the way he catches the other player by the collar to pull him closer until their faces are but a mere inches away from each other, until that guy who tripped you can't see anything but the fire burning in your protector's cerulean irises.
The doll turns towards them and they get stuck that way, like a frozen picture taken right before a disaster, the last second of calm before an all-destroying storm.
"Dabi," you call, but your voice is weak and you're not sure he'd pay attention even if he could hear you, not when he's blinded by his rage, not when fury is running through his veins and filling his whole mind faster than any other thought.
And then the robot girl turns back, and he sends the other guy flying over the white line right before he crosses it himself, nonchalant and deadly as he catches him again, by the throat this time.
"No need to thank me, I had to make sure you survived this one," Dabi tells him, the words spilling from his lips poisonous like snake venom.
And when the guy asks why, Dabi simply smiles, a terrifying, violent smirk, and says:
"Because I'll be the one to end you."
No matter how much you plead, no matter how many times you try to soothe him, to drown his fury with sweet words and teary eyes, it happens at night, right after the lights go out.
This time, everything is silent but for the screams, the yelps of pain, the cries and begging of the man who dared lay a hand on you during the game, the horrifying sounds echoing in the otherwise silent dormitory as he breaks again, and again, and again under Dabi's touch.
He knows how to make pain last, you notice. He knows how to make someone wish they'd never been born. He knows how to tear all humanity from a person using only his hands or the dull blade of a rusty knife.
But somehow, rather than his actions, it's his words that send icy, deadly shivers running down your spine as they echo throughout the room for everyone to hear, his voice low, deep and menacing when they slip through his blood-coated lips.
"Never touch what's mine."
YES I will write smut for them soon. Idk whether to make it consensual or noncon/dubcon yet, would love to hear your opinion on it, and also if there are any kinks you'd like to see!
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yandere tamaki amajiki still fucking the reader even tho she already ovestimulated
You're just laying there, your body trembling from orgasm after orgasm. You're physically exhausted as tears are pouring down your face. Tamaki mumbling apologizes into your neck as his cock is just relentlessly ramming against your walls. He just has so much pent-up sexual frustration that at this point he's not even capable of stopping or slowing down.
He's like an animal in heat. Rearranging the fuck out of your guts, dumping load after load of cum inside you. After he cums, you can already feel him start to get hard again.
"Just one more time."
But he's been saying that the past three times! Horny bastard. Just can't get enough of being inside of you. Can definitely see him passing out with his dick still in your abused cunt. He's so tired and you just feel so good he can't bring himself to pull it out. He wraps his arms around you so you're stuck, and every time you try to wiggle away and remove him he just yanks you back down, pushing himself even deeper inside you.
Even in his dreams, he's still fucking you, so he'll hump you lazily while whimpering in his sleep. Literally fucks you in his sleep he's so obsessed with you.
Okay but like,, forced intimacy makes my brain go brrr like someone overwhelming in presence like bakugo or smth just grabbing you by the jaw and forcing eye contact or cuddles i... spit in my mouf pls DJDNDN
The "grabbing by the jaw to force eye contact" GETS ME I would turn so red and probably start crying.
You know what else? something I bet Kirishima or Izuku would do? You start crying and wailing when they fuck you for the first time and they clamp a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.... n then they kiss their hand right over your lips as if they was givin you a kiss.... HAWT
Or I can see Shouto doin this, but he starts coming towards you intending to kiss you, and you're scared and unwilling so you back up. Until you hit a wall, n there's nowhere to go, so you hold out your hand right in front of his face so he can't come any closer but then he just. takes your hand like a prince and kisses it while maintaining eye contact the entire time FUCK
Bakugou would be that bitch that slaps his hand over your mouth to shut you up and then smiles like a psycho when you bite his hand. Just leans in real close to lick up the blood, staring up at you the whole time and grinding against you.
Hand kink who?
nOW forced intimacy!!!! literally makes me nut.
Like Izuku would be the kind of guy that forces you close, but he's delusional so of course you won't be tied up! You want to be here, don't you? And he just holds you real tight no matter how you wiggle or thrash or bite. You're just a little fussy, maybe tired. He'll cuddle you to sleep.
Kirishima's the type to guiltily drug you, having you half-asleep in his arms so he can rub your back and kiss the top of your head makes him so soft and full of love. You're an absolute angel when you aren't fighting against him, and Kiri loves holding you close any way he can. Probably forces you to hold his hand on the rare occasions that you aren't drugged out of your mind.
Bakugou isn't a fucking chump, plus he likes the fight in you, so he adores reeling you in close and getting to subdue the little kicks and punches you throw his way. It's so satisfying when you finally tire yourself out and don't fight anymore, let him squeeze you tight and put his hands wherever. He's constantly pushing boundaries, nipping sharply at your ear just so you'll react and push at him, shoving his hands down your pants so you'll squeal and buck away just so he can tug you close again. He likes the constant struggle, because he always comes out on top.
`` D-dabi... Could we get a cat.. I really want a friend for when you're at work. ``
I dunno, babe...I'd have to steal you one or catch a stray, get the little guy a litterbox, food, toys. That's a lotta shit to get, y'know.
Aw, don't look at me like that! Tell ya what, I'll think about it. You have been good to me and I just know you miss me so much when I'm gone, huh...Just make sure you make it worth all this effort, alright? If you start acting like a brat and piss me off, then I'll have to punish you and the cat for making you spoiled. But you wouldn't do that to me and your kitty, would ya.
Guess until I bring one back home, you've only got me to curl up with. C'mere. I've still got some time before "work" tonight~
Just thinking about 💭
Bully Bakugou & how he mightttt of gotten a little obsessed after you let him nut in you…
Trigger warnings: Bullying, Yandere, mentions of violence, abuse, manipulation, forced relationship, NONCON, harassment,
“Yeah they’re right, I am AMAZING….In fact, I bet no one will be as incredible as I am!”
🥜 💦 💘
The day Katsuki Bakugou’s quirk manifested it reinforced the thought into his mind that he would be great.
He made his way through life like a Bull in a China shop, obliterating any and every obstacle in his path towards becoming the best. He refused to ever settle for less than what a winner was owed, and you’re crazy if you think he ever considers fraternizing with anyone he deems “extra”.
He doesn’t have friends, he considers them stepping stones on his climb to becoming #1. The one person you’d think he makes an exception for is Kirishima, and even then he would die rather than admit it. His whole “lone wolf” mindset would be lost forever come the night of class 1-A’s New Years party! Katsuki was surprised to find his eyes lingering on you. You weren’t super dressed up, well not as much as the other’s were anyway; You wore a tight fitting mini dress, a coat with fur lining the hood, and some doc marten boots. The dress flattering your curves and hugging your ass perfectly, your hair shined despite all the neon and black lights.
Somehow he ended up sitting next to you on one of the common area’s couches that had been pushed to the side in favor of a make shift dance floor. It took him longer than it usually would to ensnare any other female, not suprising when you’ve always managed to separate yourself from the masses (In Bakugou’s eyes anyway).
You had a powerful quirk, it worked well with his every time you guys were partnered up for training. You were the perfect match for him, a woman he deemed worthy of more than just a place to stick his dick in.
Somehow he’d grown on you, gotten in your head and heart….
So as you and him disappear together upstairs, you have no qualms in finally agreeing to let him take you to bed.
Normally Katsuki is able to keep a level head; He would have absolutely refused to fuck someone raw! (lest they end up trying to trap him or some shit).
He trusted you though, he knew you were on the birth control shot.
Since in the past, he’d followed you to each of your appointments.
It felt so good to finally get rid of all that built up sexual tension between the two of you. It was more than just a quick fuck…more than just simple sex…You wouldn’t ever forget it, sadly neither would he….It was one specific moment that your life shifted down a dark, scary path filled with obsession, regret, and so many painful memories you’d just assume forget.
“M’gonna cum princess, tell me where y’want it” Katsuki groans as he mercilessly pounds you into his mattress.
“Inside Suki, please cum inside…I really wanna feel it!” You cry out as he pushes all the way inside you again.
“Fuck baby….Oh fuck yes, yer fuckin’ pussy is milkin’ my dick” he’s babbling shamelessly as he reaches his end.
The first spurt of his cum inside you fills his body with the most amazing sensations he’s ever felt. Nothing feels better than this….he’s positive of that.
His arms wrap around you and you fall asleep on his chest. He didn’t sleep that night, he was too captivated by you to let himself rest. You were so fucking beautiful and everything he needed. Katsuki Bakugou was officially In love obsessed with you.
You two started dating, and everything started off promising, even six months in you two were still going strong, determined to keep things great like this. A year into the relationship one thing led to another, and you started doubting the sanity of the boy you were convinced you were in love with.
Anyone with a penis that approached you was met with narrowed red eyes and a scowl that made even the toughest people nervous.
He had no problem pulling you out of a conversation, or running off anyone he deems “Pests”. He embarrassed you so many times infront of friends and enemies alike. Your piers started dropping subtle hints that something was off, but no one ever seriously spoke to you about it, they only felt comfortable in making wise cracks or light jests. Then one day he pushed you too far and you deemed it necessary to finally extract yourself from this absolute mess.
“Katsuki, we need time apart…it’s for the best”
He’d turned to look up at you from across the room at his desk.
“Oh? And what the fuck would have you thinking of this bullshit?”
Now you had his full attention as he lent forward to demonstrate how attentive he is.
“You’ve become so jealous and overprotective lately, I never can spend time with anyone else….You always manage to end up breathing down my neck or interrupting things”
His expression and overall demeanor had significantly darkened in those few minutes you’d spoke to him. You knew you needed to hurry and extract yourself from what was sure to become a bad situation. So you started towards the door and in the blink of an eye his chair was slamming into the wall beside his desk. His arms wrapped around you, dragging you back towards his bed. The struggle was futile, it was with ease how he pinned you to his mattress.
His face only an inch away from yours as he laughs at your boldness.
“Stop tryna play hard to get, I caught cha already baby…You don’t get to just end this” he says that before stealing a kiss, then biting into the tender pouting flesh.
“Katsuki I’m serious I-“
“Y/N shut the fuck up with all that”
You stare up at him wide eyed, how could he be so clueless?!
“Get off of-“
“I told you that first night I fucked you, a winner deserves only the best…So since you’re my PRIZE, you don’t get a choice in this” he’s smiling pridefully at the situation.
This was the first time you really had ever been exposed to just how deranged Katsuki Bakugou really is.
You’d tried to get Bakugou to understand that you were no longer his. Nothing seemed to be working, and then a friend made the suggestion “What if he saw you with someone else? Maybe that would really reinforce the break up, and end all of this”
Oh god that made everything become so much more of a mess.
You’d agreed to attend a party with your male friend, it was technically platonic but occasionally some acting was to be thrown in. As Katsuki leans against the wall of a house he isn’t that familiar with he lets Kirishima ramble on while his eyes scan across the sea of guests. He hasn’t spotted you just yet, but when he does….
Anger and betrayal are the only description of what he felt when he saw some asshole touching what was his. Some other mother fucker had his arm secured around your waist, while your hand rested against the guy’s chest. You looked absolutely radiant, like always….how could you humiliate him like this?
Katsuki waited until he saw the two of you head outside, then he took the opportunity to put a stop to this.
The way he yelled your name sent a chill down your spine, and caused your heart to start erratically thumping in your chest. You and your guy friend were half way down the street and his car was only a few more steps.
“Let’s go faster please, I don’t want to deal with this” you plead quietly, beginning to speed walk in your distress.
“Y\N! Fucking come back here!”.
As soon as the car lights flash to signal it’s unlocked, you hear the pounding of footsteps. “Please don’t try to fight him, just get in your car and leave me here” you beg your friend through the nervousness. Before the guy can disagree a hand clamps down on your arm and your body is yanked backwards, head colliding into a hard chest.
“The fuck you think you’re taking my girl, hah you son of a bitch?” The feral snarl he emits, is terrifying but a sick thrill shoots straight to your core hearing this. “Look dude I think you need to calm the fuck down real quick-”
Hadn’t you just begged your friend to get away and not escalate this? You didn’t want to watch Katsuki hurt another one of your friends.
“Y/N doesn’t want to be with you, she’s not going anywhere with you, so let go of her and just stop all this”
It felt like a split second had passed from the time he let go of you and began pummeling your friend.
“Katsuki please!” Your voice turning hysterical as you rushed forward to grab ahold of him “It isn’t what it looks like! Please stop this!”.
He didn’t listen, it was like he tuned you completely out until you said “I’ll go with you okay? Lets just leave, we can do whatever you want! Just please stop this”. Then he was all over you, crushing your body against his and kissing your lips.
“You know that all could have been avoided, don’t your princess?”
His voice is quiet as he drives you towards wherever he’s staying until summer break ends. The grip he has on your thigh is vice like and his hand hasn’t moved an inch since you’d got in the car. “I do” you whispered, staring straight ahead, refusing to let your eyes meet his.
“You need more attention from me? Is that it? I know I’ve been kind of busy because of my internship but maybe we could be together more if you would just stop this bullshit”
He can’t be serious….
Oh but he is.
“You are so fuckin beautiful when I’ve got you spread out like this”
Your arms and legs are tied to the posts of his bed.
“Thank god dad and the old hag are out for the week, now we can be all alone like this”
For a week he left you secured to his bed in that position, stealing your phone and texting your mom pretending that you were staying at a friend’s. Taking every moment possible to worship your body and remind you that you were all his.
When second year started things only continued to worsen.
It wasn’t until halfway through the new year that you one day received a page to report to the principal’s office.
“Oh no Bakugou has officially worn off on Y/N-Chan, now she too has become a delinquent!” Denki teases as you walk passed him. “Oh hush” you mumbled, holding back from giving him a playful nudge with your hip. That action would have surely condemned yet another male friend to getting the shit kicked out of them. You could already hear the tell tale crackling from the aforementioned blonde hot head’s clenched fist.
You felt the uneasy and serious air inside the office as soon as principal Nezu answered your knock with a soft “Come in”. You took a seat in front of his desk, than noted Midnight was also in the room with him. “Would you like to start?” The principal asks her and she nods at him.
“Y/N, this morning I was told some rather….unnerving things by one of your classmates and friends” she pauses and you notice her eyes are full of sympathy and what looks to be sadness. When you don’t talk she picks up again, “The individual that told me this was quite upset while they explained the situation that another one of your pier’s has seemed to of put you in….I want you to know that first of all; No one has any right to force you to be with them”.
Your heart drops into your stomach as you confirm what she’s getting at.
Someone had told on him….
“I refuse to let this go on without some sort of investigation happening…In order to do that I’ll need you to confirm that this is indeed a truthful situation, and need to know what exactly you’d like to do about it, or if you wish to press charges on the person responsible for this” she says this while remaining hopeful that you’ll take the help she’s offered.
“Someone came forward with concerns in regards to the relationship between myself and Katsuki Bakugou right?”
Both adults nod at this.
You sigh, this is a way out…so you force yourself to take it.
“He’s never done anything that is worthy of pressing charges…I’d just prefer that he keep his distance from me outside of class for awhile, that’s all I desire out of this”
So what if you lied a little to protect his reputation, you do still have love for the brash blonde idiot….
You went back to class forcing yourself to remain calm and collected. Bakugou wasn’t pulled out of class, but he was while working out after school in the gym. You locked yourself in your dorm as soon as school had come to an end. Laying curled up on your bed and shivering, you could have sworn you heard heavy footsteps pause in-front of your door for a minute. Turned out to be nothing, but following that incident, you know you heard a door slam somewhere further down the hall.
For a week Katsuki allowed you to avoid him, and then he didn’t.
You always saw him out of the corner of your eye whenever you left campus.
You couldn’t seem to go anywhere without him showing up within a few minutes. So you reported this.
Two weeks went by before you found a note stuffed in your locker, the paper was singed In various places.
“How could you?” Is all that was scribbled all over it. Three days later another note was left, it read; “Now you’re just teasing me, you better quit it”.
On Friday as the sun began to set, the letter in your locker was covered in what you already knew had to be semen.
You whimpered quietly, fear and disgust overwhelming you in an instant.
You hurried to catch professor Midnight before she left for the weekend. Luckily you literally ran into her while rounding a corner near her office. The older woman was immediately alarmed by the state she’d found you in. Her words were comforting, soothing you like your mother’s would have. She steered you into one of the “Faculty only” bathrooms; Where she stood guard leaned against the door, listening supportively to your sobbing and retching as you explained what you’d found.
Principal Nezu had taken today off, he would be at a conference this weekend, and since you didn’t want police involved you’d agreed to wait until the following week began to speak with him.
If only you hadn’t waited, Things would have been different.
Desperate to clear your head, you went for a walk around campus. Taking the “Scenic route” back towards the dorms once you felt calm enough to head inside. Too bad you didn’t notice your phone had died, then you could have joined your classmates in going out to the Karaoke night they’d planned spur of the moment. Only one other person besides you didn’t accompany them.
Bakugou had just finished his evening workout and was jogging his cool down lap when he happened to notice you walk past him. Too absorbed in your own thoughts you failed to notice the hulking sweaty mass that was him in the distance. There you go teasing him again; With your skirt riding up just perfect enough so your thong is able to flash him, and shirt buttons undone enough to let the lace of your bra peek out at him.
You loved being Katsuki’s personal cock tease didn’t you?
He’d had enough though, he was ready for you to revert back into his lover and personal cum dump.
He can’t understand why you were being such a fucking bitch to him. It’s obvious you must be desperate for his attention, to be strutting around campus like this in search of him.
Katsuki was determined to make up for all the lost time and wasted nuts he’d busted that weren’t stuffed inside of you. Yeah he had plenty of nasty recordings from all the various times in your relationship you guys had fucked, and he’s been stealing your dirty panties while you were occupied downstairs….but those things weren’t enough. He missed the way your pussy engulfed his cock in such a tight warm hug, he missed hearing you laugh, training with you, even all that stupid coupley stuff you’d occasionally ask him to do.
He just missed you by his side, enough was enough.
Returning to your dorm room, you’d decided to take a quick soak in the tub. So you stripped down as the water filled up, putting some music on too add to the ambience. Once inside the bath, you put your feet up and relaxed into the hot water with a content hum.
Completely unaware that when you got out someone was waiting on the other side of the door in your bedroom.
Katsuki was laying on your bed when you emerged from the steamy room, clad in nothing but a fluffy towel , you stared back at him dumbstruck.
“How did you get in here Bakugou?”
He hated the way you said only his last name while addressing him.
“It’s Katsuki baby, you forgot I had a key made?” He sits up and you notice he’s only in his boxers, the sight making you nervous of your own state of undress.
“Please leave Katsuki”
“C’mon babe don’t you think this has gone far enough?”
You cross the room making sure your back isn’t to him as you attempt to snatch some clothes from the dresser.
“I’m completely serious, get out now!”
He isn’t used to having you yell at him, it pisses him off.
“C’mere Y/N…I just want to talk to you that’s all…That’s the least you can do for me, after you made up all that stuff you told principal Nezu about me”
He looks genuinely sad, like he really feels betrayed by you….
“Fine….but just for a few minutes then you leave, let me get dressed-“
“Leave the towel on princess”
For some reason you don’t feel brave enough to argue with him.
-So I’m sorry okay? I known I’ve really fucked things up between us, I just love you so much and you don’t understand how perfect you are, how perfect we are together! I just can’t let things end like this, I can’t deal with you hating me…you’re my precious Princess, you mean everything to me…now do you get it?” Katsuki looks on the verge of tears as he desperately attempts to explain his side of this situation.
You aren’t sure when you started bawling, but nevertheless here you are. You feel so pathetic, helpless to end any of this. He’s too far gone with his obsession affection, you won’t be able to get him to stop this, you hate to admit it.
You hate being the one to ruin his future, but….how could you blame yourself when you are the victim of his harassment?
He moves closer to you after hearing this, “I’ll forgive you Angel, we can fix it”. You shake your head “Please don’t make me be the one to ruin things for you Katsuki, just let what happened between us be done…You can still be number one! Just forget you and I ever happened”.
He went from 0 to 100 in the time it took you to blink.
“DONT YOU UNDERSTAND THAT CANT HAPPEN?!!” He knocks you onto your back, trapping you underneath him. “I KNOW YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE FOR ME, I CANT MOVE ON! I HAVE TO HAVE YOU! NO ONE ELSE CAN TOUCH YOU! YOU.ARE.MINE!”.
You sob at his violent declaration, begging for someone to come rescue you from this deranged asshole.
Once the cold air hits your bare skin you already know what’s about to happen, it was inevitable. You put up a half ass struggle before making an attempt at disassociation.
“I knew from the very first time you begged me to cum inside of you…You felt exactly what I did, wanted me just the way I’ve wanted you…for so long” he confessed as his tounge lapped at your hardened nipple.
“Please just be good for me now Princess, I promise to make this night so amazing you won’t ever be capable of forgetting it, you won’t want to”
Are we thinking part 2? Lemme know.
Pro-hero BAKUGO with his own agency obsessing over his new sweet perfect little assistant, just needing to have her all to himself, the JELAOUSY
yandere boss ! BAKUGO KATSUKI x assistent
goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, misogyny, obsession, dubcon/noncon, profanity, this got looong, Kirishima is such a jock, abuse of power, not that much jealousy per se, but Bakugo being protective and obsessive and horny af, uhm slight mommy kink kinda
WANTS & NEEDS
Bakugo stormed towards the elevator.
Not letting the sliding doors of the entrance to his agency slow him down. Making a dedicated beeline towards his office on the sky-floor.
Anyone else would have thought he was grumpy as per usual, therefor keeping their distance. But like always, it didn't stop Kirishima.
"I don't want another wide-eyed snivelling slutty ditzy assistant, Shitty-hair." The explosion-hero grumbled in the elevator.
Still visibly pissed off that he wasn't allowed to simply explode his way to the top where he was reduced to wasting a whole two minutes standing still. Forced to listen to the makeshift red-head's yapping whining on about what he can and can't do, what he must and mustn't, what he needs and needn't, what's best of him and what's best for him. With a thousand means to no end.
"Give her a try-" The red-head pushed in a drawl.
Having only barely lost any of the enthusiasm he started off with when they were on the first floor.
"I heard she’s supposed to be great!" He beamed.
His teeth shiny like razors in his mouth.
Bakugo didn't even bother giving him a glance. Rolling his eyes beneath his eyelids. The toothy smile of his friend and coworker too bright an annoying light to face in the morning.
"I don't understand why you bother..." He sighed.
The ash-blonde allowed himself to calm down, knowing it was about another minute left in the tight space, and how no one else could hear his crude words, nor the insecurity hidden in them.
"If it’s a lady she’s gonna be too sensitive anyway." He mumbled.
He always sent them crying. This one would be no different.
"One; you’re the one who’s too insensitive." Kirishima stated, having his finger raised, another bony-knuckled digit following, marking his additional argument. "And two; that’s wicked misogynistic, Bakugo."
"It’s been true so far." The ash-blonde grumped.
"Yeah, but please don't say that shit in front of anyone but me, yeah?" He urged. "At least not when we reach the top floor."
Katsuki turned to look at him for the first time that morning.
"What's on the top floor?"
He did not look amused.
Kirishima twirled his fingers innocently, mouth parting dumbly as he slowly began answering the question in demand.
"Well... I might have gone and taken the liberty of hiring you a new assistant-"
"Fucking dammit, Kiri, I told you! I don't want a new assistant!" The pro-hero groaned, whining like a child only with the growl of a man, trying to keep his breath calm while carding his fingers through his hair, yanking on it, feeling the need to rip it from his scalp to hold himself back from punching the apologetic smile off of Kirishima's face.
"Man, you need one!" The red-head defended with a breezy laugh, seemingly dusting his friend's rage off like it was nothing.
Katsuki only grunted in return, shaking his head, sighing. Giving Kirishima the cold-shoulder. Knowing that if he opened his mouth to say anything now, it would be far pretty.
He instead opted for reducing his anger to mere growling and brooding for the remaining minute stuck beside the pest that was his bothersome friend.
"You'll love her." The sturdy-hero insisted, putting his fists to his hips while puffing up his chest, chin raised in a way that told Bakugo he couldn't be told otherwise.
The brute huffed as he folded his arms back over his chest, wordlessly disagreeing. Looking up with glaring alarm-red eyes to the lit numbers above the door while tapping his combat-boot-wearing foot loudly against the floor, frustrated with how Kirishima stood beside him optimistically drumming his fingers on his thigh to the beat of the brain-rotting elevator-music, yet slightly uplifted to see he was closer to being allowed to lock himself away in his office and stay there unbothered by the likes of pesky meddling friends and dumb fragile assistants.
She stood there, awkwardly awaiting her new boss where the bare-chested hero had left her to go receive him.
Kirishima was nice, a type of friendly she knew she shouldn't be expecting from the explosion-hero.
Which is why her palms were sweating so embarrassingly much, making her wipe them down her skirt, also in an effort to straighten it, where the ding of the elevator only aided in making her heart skip along faster, looking down to see if her blouse was still perfectly situated.
She swallowed her anxiety as the two men neared her, trying to wipe her face free of timidity, knowing how such fragility would not survive here, in Pro-hero Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight's Agency.
She decided she would be the one to initiate the handshake, wanting to make a strong first impression, the intent almost leading to her leaping forward into the man.
But her offered hand was disregarded before she could do as much as finish her introduction.
Without giving her so much as a glance, the tall muscular male didn't even slow down, but continued to walk straight past her, leaving her only one curt cruel comment.
"Listen, kid, I don't need another snivelling crybaby getting tears in my coffee. Don't bother unpacking." He grouched, cutting her off, trying to stomp off in direction of his office, yet stopped by the other male who had his mouth gaping in disbelief at his charmless friend.
"He doesn't mean that." Kirishima rushed to assure. "He really needs you-" He tried defending, but apparently it wasn't needed.
She was ambitious to prove she could handle herself.
"I'll be sure to put a lid on the cup, sir." She made her voice sound cool and unbothered, face relaxing nonchalantly though still with a small soft smile to compliment her pretty face.
Bakugo gaze went from glaring at the red-head to offering the snippy thing a side-look.
Kirishima looked stunned for a moment too before giving a loud grin, eyes glinting.
"See? She can handle you!" He nearly shouted, enthusiastically giving Bakugou a punch to his shoulder. "Come with me! I'll help you settle in."
The man placed a massive gravely hand to the small of her back, guiding her, taking her box from her without asking in order to carry it for her.
She would tell him she could manage on her own, but she'd already come to terms with his slightly domineering acts of manliness and opted for simply smiling in gratitude instead of going full feminist on his out-dated acts of chivalry. It was only her first day after all.
"You'll be primarily Bakugo's assistant and receptionist-" The muscular male started explaining, taking large steps she struggled to parallel as he ushered her forward. "But, to be completely honest with you, you'll probably have to be a bit of a babysitter and maid as well..."
The ash-blonde gave a sigh as he stalked on, leaving Kirishima to take care of the new office pretty addition, not happy with how his friend was describing him, yet not bothered enough to stop him.
"He's very needy, lazy in a sense, he can't be bothered with fixing his calendar and getting his coffee, addressing the public and that sorta thing, so you'll take care of it for him." The sturdy-hero continued informing as he walked her to the glass desk placed lonely outside Bakugo's transparent office.
"Of course-" She nodded her head, listening and agreeing. "I'm here to make his life easier."
"Exactly!" Kirishima said with a smile. "I knew you were perfect!"
Bakugo shook his head with little thrill.
Kirishima said that about every assistant he'd gone and hired on his behalf.
He looked at her before closing the door to his office, analysing what he saw with an uninterested face, taking in her straight posture, standing there like a doll with her knees together, hands folded over her lap, nodding her head pliantly to Kirishima's every word.
He allowed for his scarlet-eyes to judge.
Mundane pencil-skirt, tight-fitted yet appropriate, reaching just beneath her knees, showing off calves but nothing more as her boots hid her ankles. It was the first time he'd seen a woman in an office without stilettos or any other annoyingly loud power-heel on. Her blouse was modest too, no see-through fabric, no bright pop colour, no cleavage, just boring rose-beige reaching up beneath a set of pretty collarbones and an un-necklaced throat.
Pretty in a plain sort of way.
If she was wearing makeup, it couldn't have been much. But her lips had a certain shine to them. Not much colour sept for natural, but glossy in a way making them look pillowy and soft.
He made a note of how she wasn't dressed like a slut, how she looked nothing like those other assistants that came before her, who curled their hair to crispy meanders bouncing as they fake-laughed, with pink manicured nails curling around Kirishima's bulging biceps as he flirted with them.
He's pretty sure the red-head had banged about every bratty bitchy lazy assistant he's had, knowing how the toothy moron has it as some type of wager with himself, a goal to make each dumb pretty-girl even dumber on his dick.
This one looked sweet though.
Not at all like some brain-dead plastic bimbo hoping to be swept up by a sugar-daddy, or a power-hungry manipulative bitch looking for fame and publicity.
This one simply looked happy to be there.
No ulterior motives sept to do her job.
He nearly felt bad for her, knowing how his dumb-as-a-rock friend was going to abuse his popularity yet again and play her like a football match; first base, second base, third base, and home run, only to then kick her to the curb. Leave her as a crazy ex-girlfriend, bitter and sour with a thirst for vengeance, or a brokenhearted mess, whiny and snotty with mascara streaming down her face, ending up just a complete ghost in a shell, featherbrained and simply useless. Making him do the dirty work of firing a poor snivelling mess only because his stupid friend couldn't control his sadistic carnal urges.
With just one more glance, he clicked his tongue and huffed, closing his door with a mumble.
"She'll be gone before the week's up."
First day went by without speaking to the boss, but she was adamant on making a change the day after.
Realising she couldn't expect him to meet her halfway, she recognised how he needed her to do most of the talking and approaching all on her own.
So, she ran her hands through her hair a couple more times like a comb, straightened her skirt and fixed her blouse, cradled her tablet in her arm for quick easy note-taking and pulled her bag onto the other shoulder.
Holding the boss' coffee in one hand, she took a deep breath and knocked on his door with the other.
He made a grunt, which could have just as easily meant go away instead of enter, but she decided on the latter.
"Good morning, sir."
She trotted inside the spacious office, allowing for just one brief moment to take in the breath-robbing panoramic-view of the entire skyline of Japan shown through his curtain-windows. Refraining from gulping at the vastness of it all as she placed his cup down on the clear glass of his desk.
"Coffee, snack, newspaper, agenda for the day." She listed, placing each item down neatly on his desk, having organised and printed out his schedule the day prior in order to come in prepared.
Feeling slightly like she was baby-sitting. Rethinking the snack, as it might have been a touch too much, giving he was a grown man and not a toddler. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling he'd either skimmed or hadn't gotten his full-amount of breakfast in the morning. Her sixth-sense telling her he needed it.
The man didn't look up, busy studying his gauntlet, visibly struggling with cleaning out the insides of his gloves, however taking a second to reach towards the newspaper, face scrunched in concentration and mild frustration.
She'd picked up the inkling feeling that he preferred the paper-version news above the electronic kind. Something that seemed to prove as true, as he wordlessly started flipping the pages.
Understanding she wouldn't be getting much more of a reply, she continued explaining the agenda.
"Pro-hero Deku filed to have your ten o'clock meeting moved down to twelve. He's awaiting our reply."
Short, sweet and impersonal is what she'd decided the best tactic when speaking to her new boss, leaving all pleasant but unnecessary chit-chat in the dust.
"Tell him to fuck off." He mumbled, still not looking up, however apparently listening.
Where which she, without much hesitance, replied.
"Sure thing, I'll proceed to tell the number-one-hero to fuck off." She repeated, scribbling down the note on her tablet. "I'm sure he'll understand the meeting will be held at ten like originally scheduled, and no later."
At least she doesn't cry over curse-words, Bakugo thought, pretending to read with an unfazed expression on his face.
She brought him a snack? That's kind of weird, no other assistant had ever done that... but he was hungry.
Strange she knows how he prefers things in a physical form, both the newspaper and the schedule printed out instead of e-mailed to him.
Kirishima had probably shared the knowledge.
He reached for the coffee, making a note how it wasn't poured in some flimsy plastic or paper cup, but a glass mug, just the way he likes it.
Her and Kirishima must have been talking about him for a real long good while for her to know all this about him. Or, maybe it was just all on her whim.
That seemed unlikely.
But still, even with Kirishima's guidance, it was impressive how everything had gone strangely perfect so far.
He put the cup to his lips, taking a sip.
What the.... hell?
The coffee tasted different. Good, but different.
But... really good.
"The HPSC has filed for a call at two-" She continued, not noticing the puzzlement hidden beneath his gruff expression, too occupied with quietly studying his fairly barren office, noting how it was just his desk and a bookshelf and an absurd amount of empty space. "But I believe I can handle the meeting on my own where we're most likely to discuss your public face." She offered, getting a feeling he didn't enjoy discussing trivial maters on call with a room full of suits. "I could tell them to fuck off as well, but I suggest we offer something that'll ease their worries."
"Who the fuck knows what they want? Nothing's ever enough for those asshats."
He nearly chugged the rest of the coffee after his statement, setting the cup down with a bang on the glass table-top, going back to tweaking at the gauntlet leaking oil all over his desk.
She noticed the mess. Dirty clean-wipes scattered everywhere as though he were sick, but clearly made dirty by grease, crumpled and tossed aside when no longer useful.
Cringing, she decided to walk about and pick up after him while speaking, feeling awkward simply standing there.
"I could tell them that you're willing to colab more with pro-hero Deku."
He made a sound, but she decided to push on, dumping a sum of a dozen clean-wipes into the trashcan beside his desk.
"Unlike you, the public adores him. And lucky for you, he seems to adore you." She explained, fishing a new container of clean-wipes form her bag, placing it on his desk. "I would think giving the media a piece of your upbringing as childhood friends to rivals to coworkers will be an easy way of giving your likability a boost."
He scoffed, reaching for the fresh wipes she'd placed down in front of him, pulling out a handful to rub away the sweat of his quirk smeared on the insides and clogging up the mechanism of his gauntlet.
"Deku'd get a real fucking hard-on if I ever agreed to some pussy-shit like that."
She didn't pay his swears any mind.
"It's just a thought. Perhaps something you can bring up at your ten o'clock meeting if you change your mind on the matter." She professionally dismissed his unprofessional choice of words. "I'll think of other less crucial options that you might favor until then."
She made some more notes on her pad before continuing.
"Other than that, Red Riot wished to relay a message: he's taking the one to five patrol, and requested you take the morning. I have already made arrangements for another hero to take on the patrol between nine and one where you'll be caught in your meeting with pro-hero Deku. I can do further arrangements to clear up your entire day if you wish to prepare-"
"Nah, I'll do it." He cut her off, standing up and stretching with a yawn. "Anything else people need from me today?"
He grabbed the snack, ripping loose the paper before stuffing his face.
She watched the crumbs fall to the floor and made a mental reminder to vacuum while he was out.
"Not at this moment, but I'll be sure to let you know-"
"Fine. Leave." Mouth full as he ordered, giving a half-hearted swat of his hand in the direction of the door, shooing her off as though she were a bug buzzing about him.
She didn't take offence, rather finding her first day going off to quite the good start seeing how he hadn't yelled at her yet.
"I'll see you at nine, sir."
She turned, walking off just the way she came, opening and closing the door behind her with a soft click.
Bakugo watched her go.
That wasn't terrible.
"Fuck's this?" Was the first thing the boss said as soon as he walked into his office.
Back from his patrol, pointing a straight finger to the steaming cup on his desk while she was busy organising the documents stuffed hap-hazardously into the bookshelf, fixing the scotch bottles and glasses that laid hidden behind trash and other documents, fan mail and gifts she'd taken the liberty of opening, most of them written and drawn by little kids.
Looking back over her shoulder, she answered.
Refraining from turning around completely to acknowledge him, otherwise busy dusting the shelves.
"I ain't ask for tea." He grumbled, ridding his arms of his already dirty gauntlets on the table she'd just finished rubbing clean.
Where regardless of the unholy sight, she didn't let herself fret.
"Your nerves are static, tea will smooth them over before Pro-hero Deku arrives." She explained, finishing up with the bookshelf, turning around, taking in the muddled look on his face. "You needn't drink it, I just thought I'd give you the option of..."
She wanted to find a better word for it, but figured the straightforward boss probably favoured straightforwardness.
"A sound mind."
She picked her bag from the floor, and started heading out.
"Drink, if you wish, I'll go see to it that the conference room is-"
"What's this for?"
She stopped at his additional interruption, looking back to see him lifting the suit she'd picked from the dresser beneath the bookshelf, dusted free of rubble and other dirt, ironed to perfection by herself just half an hour before he arrived.
She tilted her head to the side, looking puzzled.
"Well... it's a business meeting."
She looked him up and down, smog coating his otherwise tan sand-coloured skin, some small cuts still bleeding red.
Her brows furrowed.
"You weren't planning on going like this, were you?"
Her finger pointed at him, bobbing at his hero get-up, trashed and tethered and in no way presentable.
"I ain't dressing up for Deku." He spit the name, and she sighed and rolled her eyes at him.
"Think of it this way."
She threw her hands up in a wordless request for him to hear her out.
She looked him in the eye, needing to make sure he was listening, even though he'd hadn't proved himself to be one that doesn't pay attention.
"One lousy picture on Pro-hero Deku's Snapchat feed or Instagram or Facebook of the two of you in suits would do wonders to your reputation."
It was Bakugo's turn to sigh now, groaning out in exasperation.
"Don't get me wrong-" She defended quickly, noticing him slipping on his focus, needing to reel him back in. "Greasy sweaty pictures of you and Pro-hero Red Riot grant you many fans. The media loves your bromance, but that would double if you prove yourself civilised and friendly to the number-one-hero." She argued, fishing for his agreement, feeling as though she was loosing him to his irritation. "He talks of you constantly, how you were the inspiration for his hero-name, how you made him the man he is today-"
"I ain't gonna freeload of Deku's cheesy poster-boy smile." He insisted, throwing the suit to the desk and plopping down like a sack in his chair.
She huffed, small fists balling at her sides, not ready to give up and not done stating her case. Stomping up to him.
"That's not what you would be doing." She denied. "As it stands right now, the way the public view you is as a bully who cares only for one thing-" She chastised. "But sit down with Pro-hero Deku, he'll ask for a picture, like he always does, probably an autograph as well, and all you need is just grin that trademark smirk that have the girls go weak in the knees and suddenly all of Japan will know that there are plenty of sides to pro-hero Dynamight aside from being an explosive in the field."
She picked up the suit so it wouldn't wrinkle, hanging it on the minimalistic mute servant by the door.
"Furthermore, the HPSC will get off your back and won't get back on it, because that one picture with Deku will have such ripple-effects in your carrier that no one can chastise you for being too scary or unapproachable or-"
"Fine." He stopped her rambling, seeing her point. "Where exactly am I supposed to change?" He had an attitude about his tone stating he didn't really enjoy being forced to see reason, despite it being for his own good.
She picked up the remote she'd found stuffed in one of the drawers of the bookshelf, forgotten in the mess, clicking on the button she'd found out opened up for a built-in shower at the corner of the office.
She pointed like a strict mother, or a master ordering her dog around.
"You expect me to shower in front of the entire office?" He asked, tone rather childish in its aggressive sarcasm.
But she only giggled at his attitude, clicking another button on the remote he had no idea controlled anything more but the lights.
"I'll leave you to it."
The blinds rolled over all four of his window walls, the office carpeted and the lights of Tokyo city snuffed out, his glass-cage turned into a blackbox, dim moody lights brightening on their own.
She placed the remote on his desk and turned to leave.
"Call on me if you need help with your tie, sir."
Why did she have to say that?
Almost as though she knows he couldn't tie one even if his life depended on it.
He hated wearing suits.
Too tight and constricting, too easy to rip.
And warm and sweaty.
The cotton and wool doesn't breathe enough.
And it's loud.
The polyester-lining swishing and rubbing when he walks.
It's the same type of embarrassing as when girls wear heals that echo through the hallways with each pounding step.
He felt like a fucking show-pony.
An uncomfortable show-pony at that.
He thought of his assistant. How it had only been a day and she was already forcing him to act like some bloody dance-monkey, and succeeding no less.
Why the fuck was he taking advice from some brat in boots anyway?
Dressing up for a dipshit like Deku just because she told him to?
What the fuck has happened?
What the fuck did she put in that tea?
Calm his nerves?
What the fuck does that even mean?
He's always calm! He's never not calm!
He's the fucking definition of calm!
He stormed out, but stopped immidiatly at the giggling behind his door.
"So, any plans for the weekend?"
Kirishima sat on her desk, bright smile plastered on his face, the one that makes people feel as though they can tell him anything, as though they can trust him with their deepest darkest secrets.
"Why yes, actually." She replied, small secretive smile curling her lips, making her dimples pop.
"Hmm, let me guess..." The red-head chuckled a playful light-hearted laugh, wiggling his brows at her. "Sweet-pea goin' on a date?"
She gave am impressed look, mouth slightly parting before giving him a smile.
"How'd you know?"
"My excellent people-reading-skills." He boasted with a grin, before leaning down to her level, voice significantly lower, the voice Bakugo had heard him use too many times on countless poor unsuspecting ladies, each one hanging off his words like moths to fire, so quickly to burn themselves. "You've been smiling to yourself all day."
Her face flushed.
"Have I really?" She hurried out in a whisper, eyes timid like a baby-deer, bashfully looking down at her lap. "Is it that obvious?"
Dorks are so fucking cute.
Kirishima had to stop himself from licking his lips.
"You're cute, getting flustered like a schoolgirl."
The goofy smile on his face turned sharper and sharper, almost amounting to that hungry smirk Bakugo knew always lied in wait like a predator, waiting for the moment he felt he'd played enough with his prey.
"Been a while, buttercup?"
He saw the way Kirishima's eyes gleamed, thrilled and basking in making the little assistant squirm, flustered and embarrassed by his questions and flirty devil-eyes.
"No..." She said sheepishly, obviously lying, but Kirishima just found that cuter.
"But this one's different?" He pried, adoring the way she pressed her knees together beneath the clear glass of the desk, toes pointed inward at each other meekly.
"I don't know..."
Her smile was gone, eyes shy under Kirishima's domineering charisma, resisting the urge to bite her lip.
But someone had heard enough of their conversation to allow it to continue.
"Keep your fucking personal life to yourself." Bakugo barked, announcing himself, rescuing her from getting caught on Kirishima's teeth.
"Wow, Bakugo, dude-" The red-head feigned innocence, but Bakugo gave him a look.
"You got that?"
He looked to the girl who wore an expression that seemed oddly happy to see him, relieved in some sense.
"Yes, sir." She nodded, feeling her heart slow to its normal pace.
"And quit taking up Kirishima's time, he's got better shit to do than flirt with you."
He seemed angry, but she remained bright nonetheless.
"Of course, sir."
Red Riot rolled his eyes with a smirk on his face, throwing his head back with a laugh.
"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
"I ain't fucking around, Shitty-hair." The boss bit out through grit teeth. "If you're gonna stay at my agency, you gotta make yourself useful." Bakugo's voice was gruff and final, words spoken in a tone no one would ever dare defy.
All except Kirishima, of course.
"Grouchy ouchy." He commented, pushing himself off the assistant's desk with an unbothered chuckle. Giving her a wink while flashing a grin, eyes seeming a deeper more bloody shade of red than before. "See yah."
She only gave a stiff smile in return, finding the male's disregard for her personal space less and less charming for every moment she was caught alone, forced to share intimate moments with him, watching his mask chip and flake away, revealing the man she got the unsettling feeling had less pearly-white ulterior motives lurking behind that perfected pearly-white smile on his face.
"You." Her boss's piercing voice cut her from her thoughts, making her take her eyes off the retreating muscular back of the topless hero.
Gaze snapping to the tall broad figure still standing in the threshold to his office, groomed free of his usual coat of battle-rubble and instead clad in a velvet-red silk-shirt, oblivion-black vest hugging him perfectly, tailored to perfection with vines of pale-roses adorning the sides.
His scarred calloused hand gripped onto the complimentary tie in visible frustration.
She sprung to her feet, pondering whether or not she should thank him for chasing the rowdy red-head away, but decided not to, while fingering the soft silk-tail to his tie.
She needed to tip back and forth on her heels and toes in order to get the height on him, still whole heads shorter, arms reaching almost as though she were to embrace him as she swung the tie around the back of his neck.
And, with having tied a couple hundred ties in her life, she made to look up instead of focusing on her handiwork.
"Your hair does that naturally?" She asked, viewing the way it had already poofed to all corners all without being gelled or blown with a hairdryer.
"Like a Pomeranian." She commented, getting the feeling he needed a distraction, where between being stuffed into a suit and awaiting the number-one-hero he seemed far too tense for her to simply ignore.
He made a grunt, but she swore his face softened just a bit. The knot set deep between his brows loosening, his gaze set forward, skimming the top of her head as she looped his tie once then twice.
"Don't ever say shit like that again."
A giggle bubbled from her throat as she smiled up at him.
"Of course, sir."
Tweaking his tie to sit perfectly beneath the collar of his burgundy shirt, brushing his shoulders down when she was done.
"I meant a proud lion, obviously."
It was disarming having someone other than the likes of Kirishima and the devil himself be so calm around him, especially a person who wasn't even a hero, especially a woman.
A small cute woman who brought him snacks and tied his tie for him, who compared him to a cuddly fluffy couch-dog the size of a football and teased him when his pride was hurt by it.
He refrained from swallowing or coughing or stuttering on his words when she caught him staring at her for just a moment too long.
He looked off to the side, serious frown returning.
"What time is it?" He grumbled.
"The current time is nine forty-eight." She answered while walking to retrieve his jacket that was left back in his office, stopping abruptly in her tracks.
The floor was absolutely flooded.
He certainly hadn't bothered trying to maintain the water to one part of the giant space, but rather spread it out to every which corner of the room.
He observed as she tiptoed about the puddles on the floor, manoeuvring to reach his desk in her cute flat-heeled boots, small delicate hands reaching for the last edition to his suit.
Again looking to the floor to avoid slipping and falling on her butt, smiling once having made it back safely to the threshold of the door.
He was half-waiting for her to throw the jacket around his shoulders and help him into it, taking a moment longer than what he was proud of to receive it as she handed it to him.
He tread on the jacket by himself, but the nitpicky assistant followed shortly, coming to his aid with smoothing and straightening it over his shoulders and sleeves, pulling forth a pair of cufflinks she'd kept safe in the pocket to her bag, attaching them to decorate his wrists.
"You have about ten minutes before pro-hero Deku arrives."
He groaned, carding his warm hands through his still damp locks in hope to dry them faster.
With closed eyes he sighed, wanting to go punch something, but with the tiny assistant standing right there, so intimately close, and smelling so enticingly good while looking so adorable and pleased with her handiwork, he didn't want to disappoint her with ripping or ruining his suit with scorch marks.
So, he opted for a less nuclear option.
"What animal is he?"
Her eyes widened as she peered up at him, his question muttered but still clear, causing her smile to widen.
She gave a false puzzled look.
"He's no animal... Green hair? He's obviously a vegetable."
Giggling, she kept tampering with the suit, making it sit perfectly, touching him so softly he wished she wouldn't touch him at all with how much he was beginning to sweat under her gentle hands stroking delicate touches over his tense and abused muscles, being so fearlessly careless around him despite his reputation for being a temperamental asshole, where aside from that, additionally, she was also doing something so daring as mothering her own bloody boss.
"Something between a celery and a broccoli." She mused. "Though-" She giggled, and his heart seemed to stutter in his ribcage at how endearing he found the fruitful sound. "There was this one time he'd been on vacation and came back looking like a carrot."
Bakugo cracked on smile.
"That fucking idiot." He laughed.
The boss was laughing.
And it wasn't at all in the same gut-wrenching manor the other pro-hero had chuckled when squeezing her thigh.
Sure, Pro-hero Dynamight was rough around the edges and a bit colourful with his language, but he was by no means the raging demon others had made him out to be.
She was left smiling like a goof, feeling as though she'd fully completely and utterly crushed it on her first real day as Mr. Bakugo's new assistant.
She walked on ahead, taking the express elevator straight to the bottom-floor in order to guide Deku to the destination of the meeting, having told Bakugo to go along with Kirishima to the conference-room.
"The fuck was that about?" Kirishima asked with his normal jockish attitude, dressed in a grey suit and a black shirt, wearing his signature apologetic toothy grin, having his hands up in defence as he followed Bakugo into the elevator.
Annoyed, he didn't bother giving the red-head a glance, standing strictly straight, eyes locked on the closing elevator doors, hands balled at his sides, a growl in his tone as he spoke.
"Keep it in your pants for once, will yah?"
Kirishima cocked his head, looking at his friend slyly.
"So... you finally like the assistant I picked out for you?"
He had that playful tone of voice that Bakugo hated, the one that was always so adamant on embarrassing him.
"She's fine." He answered curtly, still with his focus on the clean view of Tokyo city through the glass walls of the elevator.
"Cute too." The red-head pushed, just like he always did.
Pushing his buttons, pushing his temper, pushing his sanity.
"Don't you think?"
The ash-blonde could hear the type of salacious, almost sadistic, mockery kept on Kirishima's tongue, how it seemed to drip with venom, those sharp teeth waiting to spot a weakness, only to pounce and sink them in deep.
"I guess." Bakugo offered, knowing ignoring the red-head was just as much use as indulging him, thinking that keeping his words short and arbitrary would help put an end to his friend's bloodlust.
But alas, the curt answer was more than enough to have the stars in Kirishima's red eyes go supersonic.
The boss was stupid if he thought the sturdy-hero was going to let his obvious lack of dislike towards the pretty little helper go on unchecked.
"You're subtle but I see you."
His grin glinted, eyes shining with an eager will to tease.
"The way you look her up and down when she isn't looking."
"I always knew you were a momma's boy."
Bakugo sighed with a rust, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to tune the mocking jeering of the stubborn rowdy male out of his mind, hoping to grab onto the calm he felt after talking to the assistant. The laughter of making fun of Deku now tainted by his own friend pulling his leg.
"You love seeing her clean up after you. Pick out your clothes, give you snacks... bet you wanna button up that blouse, give her tits a suck."
"For fuck's sake, Kiri, would you shut up?" The ash-blonde snapped and turned, brows set deep on his face, eyes narrowed to mere red slits as he glared at the grinning asshole he was stuck with.
"I worry about you, man!" Kirishima said in defence, worn hand coming to pet the seething threatening angry blonde's face, with no concern for being bitten, pinching and pulling on the chub of his cheek with a smile. "It's not natural to be this good looking and not fuck."
Bakugo pushed him off with a hand grabbing his collar, a snarl on his lips like the face of a wolf.
"Maybe I just ain't a hyperactive hormonic spaz like you." He seethed, letting him go with another shove.
"Yeah yeah, insult me all you want, you angry dandelion..."
Kirishima pulled himself off the glass-wall, still bearing his smile.
"But you know I'm right."
He straighten his tie and pulled on his jacket to flatten the wrinkles made by Bakugo's split-second hands-on anger.
"She's perfect for you, man. Sweet and nice, smart and tough, cute as a fucking button, and so professional, so eager to please..." The red-head listed, trying to get another rise out of the explosion-hero. "I mean... could you imagine her down on her knees-"
"Stop." Bakugo's voice was definite, carrying the type of tone that made goosebumps spring to the surface, but as usual had no effect on the sturdy-hero.
"Oh, so you have already?" He teased, smiling knowingly.
"I'm this close to punching you, shitty-hair."
Bakugo showed two fingers that were touching, but his threats hadn't spooked Kirishima in a long time.
"I'm just calling 'em like I see 'em." The red-head said, knowing they were as thick as thieves despite all the empty-threats and crude name-calling, and how the elevator was their boys locker-room where they could share all wolfish dirty secrets.
He just needed to give the blonde a little nudge and he'd soon fold.
"You wanna tap that, zip her out of that skirt, bend her over your lap-"
"I swear, Kiri-" Bakugo growled, but with less acute anger this time, a difference Kirishima had learned meant he was lowering his walls, granting him enough of an opening to cut him off.
"If you're scared, we can do it together, Kachan~" He laughed, and the blonde sighed heavily, closing his eyes, exasperated to the point of defeat.
"I fucking hate this elevator..." He mumbled.
"What?!" The red-head feigned offence, clutching his chest. "We have our most important conversations in here!"
"Fuck you." Dynamight drawled, trying his best to unwell the small smile itching to spread on his face, body slumping in defeat, hunching forward as he rolled his eyes.
"No, fuck her." His friend urged in a whisper like the devil on his shoulder.
"She's useful." The ash-blonde argued, but the red-head merely clicked his tongue at the weak statement, offering a solution.
"Then fuck her and marry her."
"Just don't touch her."
Bakugo was serious, more so than what he usually was, and Kirishima could tell by the way he looked him directly in his eye, pools of red bleeding into a set of equally red puddles.
The sturdy-hero laughed, slapping a hand on the other man's shoulder and giving it a firm reassuring squeeze.
"Don't worry, boss."
Kirishima smiled, a smile lacking the childish mockery from before, a friendly trustworthy smile, the smile Bakugo knew was reserved for only the very few that knew him through and through.
"She's all yours."
Next day, Bakugo walked into his office. His schedule, newspaper, coffee and snack were already lined up on the desk which had his gauntlets looking just shy of brand-new if it weren't for the marring in the paint-job. His hero-costume too, which he'd left in a heap on the wet floor the day prior, was not only hung to avoid creasing but washed free of rumble and smoke from yesterday's patrol.
"Bloody hell... is she a suck-up or a work-a-holic?" He breathed, noting how the floors had been polished as well, strictly clean, and that the mess that had littered the bookshelf with fan-mail and other documents he hadn't bothered to sort out was now tidy, papers neatly placed in binders labeled with easily understood titles, organised after importance. "Probably afraid I'll fire her..."
Not before he'd taken in the total lack of chaos, coming to terms with how it was still his office, getting over the feeling that he wasn't welcome in the sheer tidiness of everything, shook from the questions he voiced out loud about the assistant, was the vixen herself standing outside his door, drumming a little tune on the glass separating them.
"Come in." He granted, watching as she popped open the handle and stepped inside, same practical boots from the day before, but accompanied by white-knitted leg-warmers this time as it was a colder day. The blouse was swapped out for a warmer sweater, large on her small frame, but the skirt remained the same, tight over the curve of her ass, formfitting running down her thighs, a slit in the overlapping fabric, giving for a peek at her one knee.
It was enough to make his throat tighten.
"Did you see?"
His eyes traveled up to her face.
"What?" He nearly stuttered, almost tripping on his tongue and the water pooling beneath it.
"The popularity poll!" She squealed, walking with hurried enthusiastic steps over to his desk. "You've already risen five places! And it hasn't even been a full twenty-four hours yet!"
She supported her tablet on her forearm, resting her elbow on her hip, similar to how one would hold a toddler.
He didn't know why he was making the comparison.
Or he did...
"I always thought GEMGD was a bully, turns out he's just a bit rough around the edges. That smirk has me weak. Explosion-boy looks even hotter in a suit! Dynamight makes my heart go boom!" She read aloud. "All the comments are for you! And they're endless."
Her finger scrolled through the display on the screen, eyes running over the fan-comments beneath Deku's post of the two of them. The green-haired freckle-faced hero smiling a big gritted grin, eyes scrunched closed from the force of it, whereas her ash-blonde boss bore a more crazed expression, open-mouthed smirk stretched across his face, way huskier than his goofy counterpart who'd also had the audacity to throw up a a peace sign behind him, looking like a pair of bunny-ears; Deku's trademark.
She decided not to comment on how cute they looked.
"They're begging pro-hero Deku to post more of his quote on quote best friend."
"You said one lousy picture?"
He raised a brow, looking displeased.
She bit her lip, and he really wished she didn't as he felt the pull in his pants immediately, something twitching by the display of her looking down at her feet, something so unfairly sexy in the timidity of her grinding the tip of her toe into the floor.
"Well... what I meant was that... one lousy picture could spark something..." She explained sheepishly. "We'll still have to feed the fire a bit from time to time."
She bent down to gather the cardboard shipping package he'd ignored once stepping inside his office, dropping the large box down on the desk with a thud.
"But you're a big boy- you can survive a photoshoot every now and again, and a couple of ten minute interviews."
He should tell her to fuck off with the name-calling, but damn... he really didn't want to.
"Oh- that reminds me-"
Small hands laid flat on the top of the box, she drummed on the cardboard with her fingers.
"Heroes Fashion Magazine request you model for them."
"Modeling?" He nearly shouted, face twisted in confused disgust, offended she'd even suggest such a thing. "Fuck no."
"Well-" She ignored his outburst. "I said we'll consider it and they already sent over a box."
She patted the package put down on his desk with a smile.
"I took the liberty of taking a look and I think you'll actually find what they've come up with in your image quite amazing."
Her attitude was a nice thing in the morning, he thought, despite talking about things he didn't give a shit about.
"They've done some designs based around your trademark skull, which I think will be a huge aid, given right now it's associated more with villainous things rather than heroic, when we want to give the image of a badass and not a bully."
And there she goes with the fucking nicknames again, making his head hot.
"Also, Pro-hero Deku would like to post a picture of the two of you in your youth."
"He's already posted the class-photo." The boss mumbled.
"I believe this one is more in the time of your kindergarten days." She informed, searching through the files kept in her bag, pulling out a sheet of paper. "Here, I printed it out for you."
Laying the picture on the desk, she smiled with a tilt of her head, looking over the two boys' bright faces, her boss wearing a black T-shirt with a skull-print on it, similar to the one the paparazzi so often catches him wearing when dressing casually. She found it quite adorable and amusing how the design seemed to have grown up alongside him. Then there was the All-Might trading-cards the two of them clutched so protectively in each their small hands, their ambition of following the great hero in his footsteps clear in their large eyes.
"It's cute." She stated.
And though it was put simply, the comment nearly had him blush if he hadn't given his thigh a rough pinch to control himself, head pounding from yesterday's conversation with Kirishima in the elevator, unable to look at her or listen to her without twisting everything into a something dirty.
"I think it'll be good to show the public you were a bit of a geek."
And then there was the fucking teasing name-calling shot at him left and right.
He could prove to her how much of a geek he was. He was a boy-scouts. He still remembers every knot in the book.
He would love to try them all out on her-
"Fine." He gruffly voiced his approval, quitting his own raving thoughts.
She made a couple movements on the screen to her tablet, noting his answer.
"Very well, sir, I'll inform him."
And at that she turned on her heel to leave.
"Oi, toots." He called. "Stay."
Stopping in her tracks, she spun around and blinked, preparing herself for a correction or a scolding in the form of a loud slew of curse-words.
"Something's been bothering me."
She felt her heart climb up her throat, as though she'd swallowed some living creature who fought to claw its way to freedom through her mouth.
"My coffee’s different every time." He stated, voice strangely serious to be discussing coffee. "It’s... not bad. Just weird." He informed, and she was left with another deafening pause to wonder what she'd done that was an issue. "Is your quirk making coffee or something?"
He'd been wondering what the tiny assistant had been gifted with for a while, not having found it on file as it probably wasn't worth the effort. Deciding, as her boss, it was in his rights to to simply demand an answer of his employee.
Her heart rested and she exhaled in relief, smiling while giving a short laugh.
"My quirk." She repeated, resting her focus, forgetting her anticipation of being shunned and fired. "Well... uhm..."
Her brows knitted, pondering what way best to describe her rather mundane quirk to the man who literally sweats explosives.
"Boring and stereotypical, or ironic, as it may sound, it's called Assist." She informed, hands displayed in offering. "Basically... I guess... you could say that I naturally know what people need and how to assist them." She explained, but came to her own correction quickly. "It only counts for small things though..." She blurted out. "You know, like... what type coffee you'd prefer and... whether you wish for your schedule to be printed out or sent to you."
The man gave a huff, indicating his understanding.
"Obviously, you wouldn't be working here if you could cure cancer."
He wore a new type of smile she hadn't seen yet, a type of smug grin she'd expect to see on haughty jocks back in middle-school, eyes jaded, relaxed as he looked at her.
"Practically made for this job, aren't yah?"
She nearly pouted, but sucked it up and stiffened her upper lip.
"It might sound mediocre, but it sure comes in handy." She defended herself, raising her chin proudly. "So while you’re off keeping the world safe, I’ll be here tending the fort, keeping you happy."
He gave another smile and a small amused chuckle, eyes gleaming in a way she found deeply unsettling, the same type of eerie focus she'd seen displayed on Kirishima, the type of look she wanted to run from.
"Hate to break it to you, buttercup, but it’ll take a lot more than a good cup of coffee to make me happy."
She swallowed thickly, trying to keep up appearances despite feeling her face drain.
"Ah- of course, sir."
She ignored her additional sense telling her he was thirsting for something far different than coffee altogether. Wishing she could rid herself of the feeling before allowing her mind to slip and stray to what indecencies she felt were suggested in his tone, knowing she was being ridiculous for even thinking that her esteemed boss was hinting at something of the sort, knowing it was all most likely due to her own stupid female instinctive fears twisting his words.
But then she felt the unmistakable pull of her quirk telling her the truth of it.
Her cheeks heated as the treacherous urge to assist him with his needs arose like instinct, feeling the place between her thighs get hot as she busied herself with reminders that he was a public servant who protects. That he would never ask something like that of her even if he humoured the thought within the privacy of his own mind.
He was her boss.
An honourable man.
A respectable professional.
But a man nonetheless. And she can't blame people for having urges, and perhaps... was her skirt too short maybe?
His focus left her and she felt like she could breathe properly again, still feeling dizzy as she watched his hands aim for the newspaper, his eyes skimming the headings.
"At least you’re not useless like the last one." He offered and she gladly accepted, too thankful to be let off his stare to pick up the derogatory substance of his sentence.
Face brightening a smidge.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
She brushed the icky feeling of his former attitude off on the fact that boys gotta be boys sometimes, just the same as girls will be girls at moments too, though not able to discard of the incident completely without giving her outfit a second thought and the mildly seductive gloss she wore on her lips, feeling stupid while thinking it was perhaps in her best interest to say goodbye to the tight pencil-skirt hugging her ass.
Dismissing herself, she turned her back, red eyes looked up from pretending to read as she opened the door and slipped out, leaving her boss to his own thoughts.
Her quirk should be called Housewife.
Following his schedule, he left early, the little assistant wishing him luck from where she sat working at her desk, waving him goodbye with dancing fingers as the elevator doors slowly closed and sent him down to ground level.
Patrol was uneventful in its boring four hour-long walk. A couple of small-fry villains quaking in their boots, regretting picking Pro-hero Dynamight's district as he sent them flying, leaving them to be scraped from the sidewalk up by his sidekicks.
Finding himself counting the minutes until he'd be back in the office.
Good thing it was a quiet day in the streets, what with him being so very distracted and all, conjuring up dirty pictures of his cute little assistant. Sitting at her desk with her knees glued together, squeezing her thighs close, so oblivious to his stares. Lost in her own world when planning his itinerary for him, making herself so useful for him, his pretty little helper, doing her best to keep her promise, to make him happy. Hand holding onto her pen, tip of it caught in her mouth, plump lips having no issue sucking on the small thing, making his head spin, thinking of how she'd handle something bigger.
He came back just shy of ten o'clock, happy to miss getting caught with Kirishima in the elevator again.
But, the sturdy-hero had already sowed his seeds in the muck of the explosion-hero's head, and the roots had already twisted their way through his gut, flowers blooming, nectar oozing and dripping, spilling down the vines, sweetening his senses, pollen fogging up his mind, only allowing him to think of one pretty little busy worker-bee, and how he wanted her to lick up his honey-spill-
"The fuck are you wearing?"
This was the last fucking straw. She couldn't be fucking serious with her innocent act, she had to be doing this on purpose.
She looked up from her tablet, eyes round as she processed his lack of greeting, before looking down at her clothes, trying to spot what he was attacking.
"Oh- I tripped with my coffee and spilled it all over my sweater, so I decided to- uhm- test out the product...?" She explained, pulling on the black fabric to the oversized hoodie she'd pulled on.
His trademark large white skull plastered on the front.
His head pounded, growing hotter, boiling, palms sweaty at his sides, tongue feeling heavy and large with the sting of sweet saliva pooling beneath it. Something snapped in his pelvis, drumming, pumping, growing warm and heavy, thankfully kept hidden in the expanse of his large cargo-pants.
"You should model." He let slip, eyes kept on the hoodie thrown on her tiny shape.
The cut was definitely finer, skull tweaked to look uniquely and unmistakably Dynamight. The edges were rough, decidedly unfinished. She'd tied the strings to the hood into a little bow on her collar, but he hadn't the time to bask in the details, when he was too caught up in thinking how it looked as though she'd put on one of his hoodies, mind forcing forth the thought of him having fucked her good first, made her sweaty and dumb on his dick before finishing up with dressing her up, showing the entire world how she belonged to him.
He cleared his throat, brought back to reality by the blank face she gave him, puzzled by his prior comment, undecided whether it was an inappropriate compliment or not.
He wouldn't give her any more time to think about it too much.
"Tell the magazine people they have a go on the merch."
She let his former comment slip, deciding to forget about it.
"And the modelling?"
"Thirty minutes tops." He answered, walking towards his office.
"Very well, sir. I'll inform HFM right away." The cheeriness in her tone had him curl his brows and squeeze his eyes shut, fists clenched at his sides, stiff as he opened the door.
"I have reports, don't bother me." He informed coldly, not waiting for a reply before he shut his door, never giving her a second glance, even as he handled the remote that had his blinds gliding over his windows, leaving him alone in the darkness of his office, no pretty assistant with adorable doe-eyes giving him anxious flickering looks as he unbuckled his belt and popped the button to his pants, zipping open his fly to free the painfully erect large tented bump in his boxers.
His mind reeled, letting his eyes glide close.
Where would he take her first?
His hand dipped beneath the band of his expensive black briefs, running over a bush of mousy blonde curls to wrap around the warm thickness fighting desperately against its confinement.
On the desk?
Lay her down on her back, hand on her throat, thighs spread by his hips, legs tangled over his back, keeping him close, moaning so prettily for him, perky tits bouncing on every thrust up into her tight cunt, nipples hard between his lips. She'd gasp as he bit down on the little nubs, cry out for him, eyes large and glossy looking up at him, waiting for her orders.
"Fucking hell..." He groaned, tugging slowly on his base, so sensitive he had to hiss when his thumb brushed over a particular pulsating purple vein, bulging tip blushed an angry red, a drop of pre-cum spilling sweetly from his slit, running down his shaft, getting caught on his fingers as he smeared the wetness up and down his length.
Or maybe he should bend her over it instead?
Pretty tits mushed against the desk, her small wrists caught in a cross behind her back, held tightly in his fist, cute face blushed red and dewy with sweat, pressed against the cool glass, lips parted and panting for breath, crying just a bit by how her hips would ache against the edge of the table, but blissful nonetheless with his cock filling her up snugly form behind, cute ass smiling at him, begging for him to give the soft plush flesh a squeeze or a little slap that would have her yelp and hiccup on her moans.
"Fuck..." He chewed his bottom-lip, fucking up into his hand slowly, savouring the feel of his fingers wrapped tightly, rubbing over every sensitive vein, squeezing on them just like her tight pussy would.
On his black Italian-leather chair?
Have her kneel on the seat, back curved like a pretty little kitty, ass arched up into him, rubbing against his crotch, teasing him desperately for his cock. He'd have his hand yanking her hair back, strong fingers tangled in her soft locks, making her stare up at him, her hands gripping onto the plush chair for support, nails marring the leather as he rocks into her, make her drool at the curve of his cock brushing up into her cervix, his other hand slithered around her stomach, coarse finger painting cruelly delicious patterns into her throbbing little clit.
He'd fuck her against the window.
All of Tokyo at his feet, laid bare before him, just like his tiny tight assistant wrapped around his cock, clinging to him so needfully, small soft hands holding onto him, thrown around his shoulders and down his back, warm doughy thighs hugging around his torso, squealing for him each time he snaps his hips forward, buried deep in her grateful little wet cunt. Pretty words on her lips.
Am I doing good, sir? Please, sir, I want to make you happy... I want to give you what you need~ I want to help you, sir. I want to be useful to you, sir. Please, let me be useful~ Thank you, sir~
I love you, sir.
He bit his tongue, feeling a bead of sweat roll down his temple.
Good thing she'd been a doll and placed a new packet of clean-wipes on his desk... what with the white mess decorating it.
The boss remained in his office well beyond working hours.
She contemplated whether or not she should knock on the door and tell him she was clocking out, but decided it was unnecessary in the end as he'd given her strict instructions not to bother him.
Coming back early next morning, walking into the spacious floor only to find her desk, not exactly cleaned out, but gone entirely.
The blinds where still drawn before Mr. Bakugo's office, where she, anxious as it made her, walked to the door and knocked.
He was prepared to bark at anyone to leave him the fuck alone, but recognising the delicate tune drummed on his door, he would make an exception.
"Morning, boss..." She stated timidly, as though something was amiss and he felt his gut wrench in fear that she might have heard him moaning her name all day long the day prior when he was supposedly doing paperwork reports. "I hate to ask... but have you seen my desk-" She asked, before turning her head to look over what was taking up the former empty corner-space in her boss' office.
"It's been moved." He informed while she took in the relocation of her usually lonely desk, still positioned four meters away from mr. Bakugo's desk, yet no longer separated by neither glass wall or blinds. "Is that a problem?" He dared.
"No..." She replied, still confused as to what purpose the change would benefit, but mostly if he at all would like it this way, be it beneficial or not. "But are you sure I won't be a bother?"
She's been a bother from the start.
"I ain't here too often." He explained.
She fiddled with her fingers, braiding hem together as she briefly thought it over, thinking she actually wouldn't mind a space of her own where she could escape the lingering stares of one certain conversational red-haired hero.
"This is perfect!" She cheered then, not in need of more convincing. "Saves me the time of knocking."
She smiled, placing her bag on her chair, already liking her little nook in the office, gratefully admiring how whomever had moved her desk had made sure everything was still in their designated place, eyes skimming the digital clock stating the time, brows furrowing.
"You're here very early?"
Her question gave him just enough of a warning before she turned around to look at him, allowing him the time to take his eyes off her ass and wipe his expression free of the sour look he'd adopted when spotting how she wasn't wearing the skirt he'd come to love.
"I didn't leave." He confessed, flipping the page of the hero-magazine he was pretending to be absorbed in.
"Have you not slept?" She sounded worried, and his gut warmed at her sweet motherly tone, hand twitching, wanting to pet his cock despite having wrung it for every drop his balls were worth all night.
He sighed heavily, a type of growl that sounded fed-up.
"Not well, I gather?" She pushed, as though scolding him, placing his coffee, newspaper and schedule down on his desk.
He reached for the coffee, stomach fluttering for the taste of what new flavour she'd concocted for him today, though letting none of his excitement show on his face.
She hummed in suspicious thought.
"Well, you don't have patrol until two o'clock, which isn't for another eight hours."
Tapping her pointer-finger on the schedule placed before him, she continued.
"And as you have the time, where there are no ongoing big cases that require your attention at the moment, I could make arrangements for you to sleep on the couch in the conference room, or you could go home and have a nap before returning-"
"I ain't a child, toots." He glared at her, face in a frown.
She took it lightly, which only served to frustrate him even more, with how she seemed to brush away his anger like a mother does her temper-tantrum-throwing child.
"Of course not, sir."
"Then quit suggestion shit like naps." He ordered.
"Very well, sir."
She nodded, still with that small soft smile that seemed unshakable.
"Have you eaten?"
Why ask if she already knows the answer!?
He gripped the arm-rest, knuckles turning white in his frustration.
"No..." Voice in a muddled grumble, childishly admitting defeat.
"Well then..." Her tone so charmingly patronising, eyes soft as she looked at him. "Does the grown man want a snack?"
Who the fuck does she think she is!?
Poking fun at her own boss like it's nothing?!
Not just her boss, but one of Japan's greatest and toughest heroes!
Ridiculing him in his own fucking office!
He ought to teach her a little lesson...
But fuck- just give him his fucking snack already!
He snatched the offered food from her palm with another grunt, slumping back in his chair.
"Wipe that fucking smile off your face."
Her lips pulled further up into a smile, making her eyes shine.
"I'll try my best, sir."
It was late, roughly seven o'clock, and everyone had long gone home for the day. But, with the rising her boss had done in the popularity ranks, he'd received a ton of new fan-mail, which she felt the need to go through before calling it a day.
Meaning, she was there alone.
However, not for much longer, for as she was slipping the last fan-letter into it's designated binder, was someone staggering into the office.
She nearly screamed, jumping from her seat, needing to squint for a moment or two to recognise who it was, not having noticed she'd been working in the dark for the last half hour. But, as her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room did she not only identify her boss, but also the blood staining him.
"Oh my goodness!" She squealed, hurrying over, helping him to the chair. "Are you okay!?"
It wasn't fair to him that she was this perfect.
"It's nothing." He brushed off, groaning as he repositioned himself in a strive to get more comfortable with the ache in his body.
"Are you sure?"
She sounded too sweet, too worried when looking at him, brows knitted all hopelessly, eyes large and shimmering, lips formed into a little pout.
If she kept looking at him like that he was sure to do something he might regret.
"What?" He snapped, shaking her from her blank-staring state.
She gave a little whimper.
Shaking her head just a bit, yet remained just as distressed.
She bit her lip, eyes skimming over the many bleeding cuts decorating his upper-body, no mind to the blood staining her own clothes from helping him sit down.
"It's just- uhm- your needs are all over the place."
He chuckled, unable to hold it back, finding her absolutely adorable.
"Then get to them."
It feels good having a pretty little thing fuss over nothing more than a couple of scratches.
"Isn't that your job?"
She drew in a breath, trying to toughen up with a nod.
"Of course, sir."
Walking to the bookshelf, she started pulling out drawers, mumbling some to herself.
"Assistant, receptionist, maid, baby-sitter- Mr. Kirishima should have put nurse on the list of qualifications as well..."
Coming back, she slid a rocks-glass onto the desk, lifting the diamond lid from the crystal whisky-bottle before pouring him a drink. Proceeding to pull out cotton-pads and disinfectant, resting her butt against the desk as she reached out small pretty hands, softly caressing his chin to steady him when with the other hand dabbing softly at the cut on his brow.
"Does it hurt?" She asked, eyes focussed on her task. "I'm sorry, stupid question, obviously it hurts." Dismissing herself with a shake of her head, she shut up in favour of focussing.
He didn't care much that it was a stupid question to ask.
Not when she was this sweet with him.
She continued working, placed between him on the chair and the desk she leaned on. Her knees between his knees, right in front of him. Tight black jeans, form-fitting around her thighs, over the curve of her hips, tightened in a stop at her waist with a black belt, where his large hands would sit so perfectly, squeezing her, pulling her close.
He didn't know what he was doing before it was done.
Hands placed exactly where he'd imagined them, hoisting her up to sit on the cool glass surface of his desk.
He grabbed her chin before she could finish, fingers pressing into the adorable chubs of her cheeks, squishing her lips into a soft pillowy welcome, greeting his lips with ease as he pushed forward, sinking in, mushing his face against hers, kissing softly, slowly and yearningly, without teeth and without aggression, but deeply, with passion, with an urge to stop breathing, incessantly, with a mellow yet disturbingly hungry bottomless obsession, with a thirst to put a fire out.
Her brows furrowed. Hands dropping the blood-dirtied cotton pad when needing to meet with the warmth of his chest, steadying him in his needy pursuit.
She had been so adamant on making it.
So determined on succeeding at this job so many others had failed in.
She was so certain she could survive crude merciless curse-words flung at her face, completely aware she wouldn't be receiving any form of appreciation back for her hard work.
She'd heard Kirishima would try his best to have his go and was prepared to block any of his advances, having made peace with the fact.
But... having brushed-off the cries of her quirk, she wasn't at all expecting to have to deal with choking on her own boss forcing his tongue down her throat as well.
She couldn't pull away, wasn't allowed to, only able to keep her eyes wide as her boss sucked her face, finally detaching with a thick string of drool connecting their tongues, his heated gaze troubling her, suddenly feeling very small, stuck and caught before his tall massive muscled form.
Her sixth sense was a boiler at this point.
"Ah- I- I think I should leave, sir." She tripped at the taste of his tongue, keeping her lips parted, hesitant on swallowing the mixture of his and her spit caught dripping, smeared and painted on the walls of her mouth.
His breath was warm on her face, panted on her glossy wet lips.
He didn't pull any further off, even after her statement, finding it quite amusing how small her tiny little hands were, placed on his chest as though it would do her any good.
Looking into her large anxious little eyes, he could only think of two things.
She'll definitely quit if he let's her leave now...
... and he can't afford to lose her...
And with that in his mind his hands moved from the chubs of her cheeks to her throat.
"Ah- sir?" She gasped, but the breath caught in her throat, kept from her by the way his hands slowly and carefully squeezed her free of air.
Her hands clung to his arms, trying to push him off, tears given just enough time to slip from her moon-wide eyes, but he remained happy when she gave out quickly.
Like a flower in a forest fire.
She awoke softly.
Looking like a scene in a movie.
A way too cute girl laid down in a bed of expensive black sheets she didn't belong in.
He'd brushed the locks of hair out of her face, half-way submerged in the dune of his pillow, small hand clutching the air in her sweet dreaming.
Soft snores left the rise and fall of her chest where he'd done the dirty deed of removing her blood-stained clothes, leaving her in a pretty pink lace-bra, cupping the light weight of her breasts in a rosey pattern just shy of being see-through, and her cute matching panties, a simple and chaste piece, but still so very tempting in it's innocence.
He'd needed to stop himself before going too far, his rough hands running over smooth plush flesh, becoming addicted to the softness before backing off with a frustrated groan, pulling his armchair up to the bed, reduced to simply watching her, studying every freckle adorning her flawless shape. Every curve, every dip, noting down some unexpected scars marring her skin, cocking his head at the marks, wondering what caused them, if she was a clumsy little thing who snagged herself on sharp things or if she somehow was a tiny little brawler at some time. He chuckled at the thought, thinking the former was more likely.
She made a moan, humming out a tiny pretty whimper as her brows furrowed, scrunching as she grasped for the light seeping in through her eyelids.
He rested his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together as he hunched forward with his lips kissing his knuckles, monitoring her with keen eyes.
"How're you feeling?"
He knew she was fine.
He'd choked her out with expertise, knowing with out-most certainty he hadn't hurt her, only merely forced her into a safe temporary loss of consciousness.
Her eyes fluttered open, stirred by his gravely tone, met with blurry surroundings.
Brows remaining curled as she blinked slowly on repeat, confused and adorable as she tried adjusting her eyes to the light, most definitely disoriented.
The poor thing.
"Scared shitless, I bet."
With eyes growing larger, and breath picking up speed she flushed and shivered on a coat of goosebumps upon the voice, finding her boss sitting in an armchair a rough meter away from the soft but foreign bed she was placed in.
"Mr. Bakugo?" She croaked, eyes growing more and more swivelled with panic, mind crumbling, spinning and splitting until it ached when peering down at herself, seeing she was in nothing but her flimsy undergarments. "I don't understand-" She spluttered. "What happened? What-"
Panicking, she tried covering herself up with the Egyptian-cotton-sheets, a type of soft comfort he bet she'd never had the luxury of feeling against her skin.
"Where am I?"
He pushed himself up from his chair and come to her side, trying to calm her down once she started hyperventilating at the sight of her bound hands.
"You're safe. M'sorry I tied you up-"
His attempt at soothing her wasn't appreciated, only aiding in making her even more panicked.
"What's going on- sir? What did I do? What did... what did you do?"
She tried scurrying away from him, pushing with the balls of her feet digging into the mattress.
"You... tried to kill me."
"No." He dismissed with a click of his tongue, grabbing her conjoined wrists as he climbed after where she tried to worm herself away from him, pulling her back to rest on the pillow. "I just knocked you out." He defended, tone casual as though it was the most obvious thing, as though she was overreacting.
"Knock me out? Why- You-"
Tears sprung to her eyes as she writhed beneath the large man, feeling smaller by the second, weak and helpless as he loomed above her.
"Quit being scared, I ain't gonna hurt you." He cooed, trying to control her struggles by gripping her waist, needing to tighten the grip where she thrashed around like a fish out of water, aiming to fend him off with hitting at him with her bound hands.
"Please let me go, please, I- I won't tell anyone, I promise, I promise, sir, I-" She pleaded, but Bakugo couldn't care for the hysteria cooped up in her ditzy little head, annoyed with her pathetic rambling, needing to make her understand the new situation.
"Shut up, toots."
His fingers found the plush of her cheeks roughly and squished them to make her still, chuckling crudely at how large and hopeless her eyes shown up at him.
"You think you can play perfect little housewife and not own up to it?"
His eyes had her frozen, glowing scarlet with crazed predatory heat, the carved knifelike smile on his face looking like that of a hyena in a hunting frenzy, eyeing cornered prey.
"Uhm- sir?" She whimpered, twisting at the stench of his breath wafting over her face with warmth.
"You stopped wearing that skirt I liked." He dismissed her. "Got tired of your quirk telling you how I needed to bend you over my desk?"
She gasped, eyes widening even more, going completely silent, dead-still under his touch if it weren't for the heavy sporadic rise and fall of her chest.
"You're scaring me-" She whimpered and his smile grew, eyes going dull, lazy with awe at her adorable little pitiful face.
"And the lipgloss-" He ignored her outcry again. "You stopped wearing that too."
He scrunched her face tighter between his fingers, making her whimper beneath him.
"Too freaked out by how your boss needed you to come into his office and lock the door behind you?"
She hiccuped at the feel of her heart jumping to her throat and how his eyes seemed to want to drown her in red.
"How I needed you down on your knees in that tight pencil-skirt, plump pink lips wrapped warm wet and nice around my cock."
"What? You gonna make me some tea? Help me calm down?" He teased, drawing in closer, face less than an inch form hers where tears spilled rapidly from her poor glass-eyes. "Nah... what's your quirk telling you that I really need right now, huh?"
She trembled, shaking her head.
"I- I don't understand-"
"You don't understand?" He interrupted, voice pouty in mockery. "Just so innocent, huh?"
She thought she might faint when feeling his hand drumming thick sand-paper fingertips down the soft skin of her stomach.
"'Cause... to me it feels like I need to be eight inches deep in my tiny assistant's tight twat."
She started sobbing then, wanting to push him off or hold onto her underwear when he hooked his fingers into the flimsy band and starting running them down her thighs. Unable to do anything when kept levelled by the eyes staring her deep in her little terrified soul and the hand holding her cheeks, forcing her to face him. Where no amount of struggling would loosen the rope keeping her wrists together, only succeeding in chaffing the delicate soft skin found there.
"Sir, please- think about this- ah- please- don't- don't do this."
Her legs kicked, but small as she was all he needed to was push her knees aside, spread her wide, the cool air kissing her bare cunt, quivering beneath him.
"You're too obsessed with giving people what they need." He drawled, body sagging in awe at the pretty sight in front of him, her cute face torn with anxiety, caught in his hand, lips juicy wet with tears as she sucked in her breaths, in full focus on him and his hand coming to play with her scared little sex. "How about I give you what you need for once?"
"No- sir, please, stop."
She tried twisting away, tried inching further up on the bed, scurrying away from his touch, but wasn't given the freedom.
"You said you wouldn't hurt me-" She accused, voice wet and broken with hopeless betrayal, desperate to make him stop.
"And I ain't gonna hurt you-" He reassured, though acting as the farthest thing from assuring as he dipped his roughened fingertips into her soft tender folds, messaging the slit gently. "I'mma take care of you, proper care."
She felt like she was suffocating, throat tightening, tongue a heavy foreigner in her mouth, the room a taste of blood.
"Truth is, little assistant, you make me hate being alone." Tone so very gratingly overbearing, burning in her head, words like flames licking at her ears. "Only right you fix it."
She whined in protest.
"Please, sir, stop-"
Insisting in small prayers, blubbering like a little bawling toddler, lips quivering, shaking on each sob.
He lifted his hand and put two of his fingers into his mouth, gathering a thick coat of saliva on them before motioning it back between her thighs.
"I need you warming my bed more than I need you running errands anyway." He whispered, smearing the thickness of his digits between her folds, running over her clit before skewering his middle-finger inside her tight little hole.
She wrenched uncomfortably.
Quaking on her shaking sobs with her breaths hitching in her throat, thighs jolting, squirming in small pitiful hopeless struggles.
"Shh, baby." He cooed, but she only cried harder. "I won't hurt you- promise." Repeating the vow, he placed a chaste kiss to the side of her mouth, tasting the salt of tears on his tongue. "It's just like you said..."
He continued laying a trail of wet slobbering kisses down her neck, nipping at her skin playfully with the teeth of his smirk, watching with idle eyes her chest heaving in shallow panicked breaths.
"You just keep up the good work..."
His finger pumped into her slowly, thick and boney, crooked by many years of breaking bones, both his own and others, reaching in deep, hooking into the tender spongey wall, so sensitive at the hand of his brazen confident touches it made her moan.
"You keep me happy, while I go save the world."