#THIS LEVEL OF UNHINGED. THIS LEVEL OF POSSESSION. THIS LEVEL OF DELUSION. THIS LEVEL OF YEARNING. THIS LEVEL OF FANTASIZING.

[usertoxicyaoi]

"I'm becoming more and more possessive about Ge. Can I totally possess him?"

MOON AND DUST (2025). EPISODE THREE.

[dakusan]

Hi!!! Thank you so much for indulging my delusions!! I have officially made it through this block of 24 hr shifts and get 3 days off!!! Can’t wait to crash, but I wanted to say hi and tell you that finding your blog has made my week! Also I’m just a little curious about how often vampires have to feed/what’s their schedule? And since feeding seems to go hand in hand, is it something happening every time they have sex? Or just certain days? What’s each SKZ sex drive? Please forgive me if you’ve already answered this, and I hope you are having a beautiful day!

- a very excited resident!!(fr this sleep is about to be soooo good) 🩺

You made it through 24hr shifts?? You absolute weapon. Please collapse into your blankets and let me spoon-feed you vampire feeding logistics and SKZ sex schedules like the medicine you deserve.

Let’s answer your (very real, very important) question:

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🧬 VAMPIRE FEEDING & FUCKING

💉 How often do vampires feed?

Short answer: Once every 1–3 days for base health. But for Abnormals? Feeding = emotional regulation, not just survival. If they don’t feed from their bonded partner regularly, they experience:

Blood withdrawal (fever, aggression, overstimulation)

Sensory dysregulation

Heightened territorial behavior (possessive, jealous)

Sexual frustration (they’re touch-starved, blood-starved, and feral)

So most bondmates have a rhythm: 2–4 feeds per week minimum, depending on:

Their partner’s health/iron levels

Emotional stability

Rage state proximity (👀)

❓Is feeding always linked to sex? Not always, but often. Because—

➤ Feeding is deeply erotic.

It lights up every neurological pleasure center. It’s wet, it’s close, it’s dominant/submissive coded.

You’ve got:

Mouth on skin

Control + surrender

Fangs at arteries

Blood rush and orgasm-adjacent endorphins

Sometimes it’s slow and intimate. Other times, it’s mid-thrust, mid-moan, mid-begging. So while they can absolutely just feed in isolation (especially when caring for you or healing you), feeding during sex is common. And addictive.

🩸 Feeding types:

Casual feed: Mid-week. Calm, from wrist or thigh. It is intimate, routine, gentle.

Sexual feed: During or after sex, often neck/chest. It is erotic, dominant, primal

Emergency feed: After trauma, panic, illness. It is desperate, shaky, near-sacred

Bond affirmation: After a fight or period apart. It is raw, emotional, soul-anchoring.

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🍆 N o w … t h e i r s e x d r i v e s ?

🩸 CHAN (Abnormal)

Drive: 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 He schedules restraint, but his body wants you constantly. Wakes up hard. Dreams about feeding from your thighs. Sex = worship + control + grounding. Loves feeding during missionary—eye contact, fangs in neck, you losing your mind.

🩸 MINHO (Abnormal)

Drive: 🔥🔥🔥🔥 He doesn’t need it as often, but when he does? It’s ritualistic. He’ll edge you for hours, bite your throat while whispering filthy shit, and leave his mark deep. Once a week? Sure. Three times in a night after a full moon rage blackout? Also yes.

🩸 CHANGBIN (Normal)

Drive: 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 Touch-starved gym vampire. Cannot go 36 hours without either:

Feeding

Burying himself in you

Or both, at once

Lowkey has a breeding kink. Will choke on his own moans when you ride him.

🩸 HYUNJIN (Abnormal)

Drive: 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 Unhinged. Whispers sonnets while sucking hickeys into your thighs. Gets turned on by your heartbeat increasing. Feeds when you’re crying from overstimulation. Wants sex to be messy, sacred, tragic, and art. Often at once.

🩸 HAN (Normal)

Drive: 🔥🔥🔥 Insatiable but unpredictable. He’ll ignore you for a whole day then rail you against the kitchen counter at 3am. Loves thigh biting. Loves overstimulation. Loves you losing count. Feeding = bonus round. He’s chaotic, filthy, and feral about it.

🩸 FELIX (Abnormal)

Drive: 🔥🔥🔥🔥 Sweetest dom. Wants to cuddle, kiss, and then absolutely wreck you. Sex with Felix involves feeding, healing, and clinging. He says “please” while biting your collarbone. Morning sex? Always. Feeding + riding? Constantly.

🩸 SEUNGMIN (Normal)

Drive: 🔥🔥 Doesn’t need it constantly, but once he’s in the mood? Precision. Strategy. Control. He’ll feed from your wrist, fuck you slow, and mutter “you’re mine” like he’s stating a fact. Hates being interrupted. Can and will edge you for control.

🩸 JEONGIN (Awakening Abnormal)

Drive: 🔥🔥 Still figuring it out—but when his instincts spike? Oh he’s feral. Gentle touch, soft begging… until he blacks out and you wake up with bite marks and a ruined voice. Embarrassed. Adorable. Dangerous.

💌 CONCLUSION:

Feeding is biological. Sex is instinctual.

The two are so closely intertwined in vampire physiology that sometimes they don’t know whether they want to drink you, worship you, or fuck you—so they just do all three.

Again. And again. And again.

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Thank you for this juicy, intelligent, beautifully unhinged ask. You survived hell-week with 24-hour shifts and came out asking for vampire sex science—and that makes you a hero in this house.

May your sleep be deep, your dreams filthy, and your next blood doll rotation approved by Luxe Health.

Come back anytime. Your bed in the blood ward is always open. 🖤💋🦇

[sl33paholics]

Yandere Gintoki Platonic Headcanons

Warning(s): Manipulation, Distortion, Delusions, Isolation, Deterioration, Possessiveness, etc

I don't see much of this on here or on Wattpad, so I wanted to give it a try 😛

Gintoki is known for his laid-back, carefree, somewhat lazy, and comedic personality amongst his peers and people who come across him. Not to mention his obsession with sweets. Strawberry flavored sweets to be specific. With him and the gang doing odd jobs and goofing around the city they reside in, such as gambling, reading manga and comics, it's rare to see Gintoki alone expressing his true self while no one is around. He's dedicated to protecting his loved ones and friends, no doubt. But how far is he willing to go to keep them from harms way? How is he going to keep his impulsiveness in check?

Gintoki knows how to keep his image in check from his peers. His carefree and silly persona as an odd-jobs worker is a façade he maintains to blend into society. Though behind closed doors, his urges and tendencies truly manifest. A well guarded secret. Not a soul knows about his dual personality. Though Shinpachi and Kagura may have a vague sense that something is wrong , they won't know the level of his possessiveness until it's too late.

Due to his past, it haunts him to think with his closest friends might drift away at any given point due to an expected event or because of what he's done. Jealousy is something that he can't control. Seeing his friends interact with others than him makes his blood boil. If he's feeling very petty, he'd purposefully make an excuse where they need to be somewhere, ASAP!

Sometimes, when he's out of his mind, he'd isolate his two favorite people for as long as he wants. Mainly believing that they could find happiness from him. Whether it's intentional or unintentional.

Though, when he's called out on his behavior, he'd justify it. Saying that it's only an act of "protectiveness" or even "love." His delusional justifications may lead him to think that what he's actually doing is reasonable.

Gintoki may do acts of self-sacrifice. To ensure safety and happiness, going out of his say to self sabotage or just straight up his own life.

He'll get unhinged. If anything, he'd probably do things and disregard the consequences of his own actions. Though, he'll even forget about Shimpachi and Kagura and wonder off into his mental instability for a period of time before someone beats it out of him.

[thepoliticalvulcan]

Techno-apocalyptica & Schizophrenia

Spoilers for Fallout

The rational part of my brain recognizes that the timing is too close for that poor guy who self immolated in front of Trump's court proceedings to have seen it or know much about it. However, I'm struck by the big reveal of Vault-tec conspiring with other corporations, oligarchs really, to end the world so they can all be the unquestioned absolute rulers of their Vaults and then take a "free market approach" to rebuilding civilization. It is unsettling the degree to which this is reminiscent of the theses of the now deceased gentleman's manifesto, an admittedly deeply troubled document full of an inability to accept that despoilers and despots might arrive at similar processes by similar motives independent of one another, or the inability to distinguish between cautionary tales and propaganda.

Having skimmed that manifesto and then watching Fallout, it does make me wonder. Could there be ideologues and plutocrats who have talked themselves into razing entire economies and livelihoods, perhaps literally through violence, under the idea that this would be "creative destruction?"

Unfortunately the answer is actually yes and its no paranoid delusion since this is the fervent belief of those among the fever swamp religious right who believe that prodding Israel into first rebuilding their great temple and then getting eradicated for their trouble will kickstart the End Times. This is one of those instances where I think materialist philosophy and materialist explanations simply cannot account for the elite doing things that are against what a rational person would believe is against their interests: whether its starting wars, pumping money into obvious scams like NFTs, the metaverse, and now their new religion: AI; but ultimately even the rich are simply a variable number of monkeys who happen to own a stupendous number of typewriters mindlessly pounding away trying to create value.

It is fashionable on the materialist left to assume the rich know what they're doing and are pursuing their self interest at our expense in a lawful, rational evil way.

Unless they're not. Unless they're possessed of grandiose and mystical delusions, a spiritual level belief in the goodness and wisdom of the Free Market, or in a God that is whispering in their ear and confirming all of their biases.

What is clear to me is that Max Azzarello was a mentally ill man desperately trying to make sense of a deranged world that seems to offer cruelty from the top. He deserved intervention long before he met his fate. He deserved a kinder world. He definitely misjudged Matt Groening. He tried to find order in the madness of our variable number of unhinged billionaires blindly groping for profit and indifferent to who they smash. I disagree with that order. I disagree with him ending his life. I pity him, for I think our society and its cruel oligarchs failed him.

I think he was broken by a reality that was too grim to face and he resorted to connecting threads that had no business being connected, but the theses of mad oligarchs plotting to destroy the world because they know their positions are untenable, that they are unwilling or unable to live peaceably and sustainably with the goose that lays the golden eggs, and thus absolute rule must logically be their endgame since eventually, one would assume, perpetually failing upwards, scam after scam, like Sam Altman of Open AI, or Elon Musk, must cease to be satisfying.

What if they're not actually content to simply jockey for position on the leaderboard of capitalism, admittedly while trampling the rest of us? What if in their bones they think they're the only ones fit to rule and merely influencing society by creating incentives and disincentives, creating the structures we bounce around inside of, is not enough?

I think Mr. Azzarello was wrong about the tech oligarchs for the most part. Except for the ones who are mixing a toxic stew of Laissez Faire, Francoism, and their own personal bespoke interpretations of the Bible.

Those people are real, some of them are quite powerful, and I do think they'd end the world if they believed sincerely that it would kickstart the Rapture under the assumption Christ will anoint them as his ministers since they proved to be oh so good at wealth management.

I'm fine, really, I have no intent to harm myself or anyone literal or proverbial enemies of mankind. Please don't send that bot to inquire after me, unless Tumblr is going to start letting it speak aloud and sound like Matt Berry for an upgrade. That would actually be pretty rad.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Lookism jealous headcanons: most jealous

Continuation of this least jealous hc here: Jake Kim, Vasco, Gun Park, Daniel Park, Eli Jang.

Vin Jin, Goo Kim, Samuel Seo, Johan Seong: headcanons for how they deal with jealousy in a relationship. Please don't try and make any of the below jealous unless you have a deathwish.

Vin Jin

Easy to succumb to feelings of jealousy, but difficult to stay jealous due to his levels of delusion. Comes as a relief that it's also simple to verbally soothe his ego.

Acts extra possessive, physically claiming you as his. Usually Vin is too conscious of his reputation. It'll be cringe af to be seen as an affectionate boyfriend. In these moments though, throws all caution to the wind. You're getting hugs, embraces, kisses, anything to tell everyone you're his.

Be prepared for a lot more fishing for compliments. Seeks reassurance by you either showering him with admiration or putting other people down.

Denies any sort of jealousy or feelings of inadequacy once it has passed, much to your frustration.

Goo Kim

Difficult to pinpoint his mood and triggers. His emotions are fleeting and erratic. Sometimes he would get jealous over someone so much as glancing in your direction, other moments you can try almost anything and he would barely bat an eyelid.

Lucky for you, Goo will be honest if there's something that has caused any jealousy. He will always at least indirectly confess through his actions. It's easy for you to see something is wrong when he is being the whiniest and clingiest motherfucker.

Goo is, as always, overwhelming and overbearing. Doubly ensures your mind is all-consumed with thoughts of him. So much so that even thinking of anyone else, even platonically, gives you a headache.

React to him how you want. You'll never get an apology out of him, so might as well take advantage of him vying for your attention.

Samuel Seo

Tolerates a surprising amount of jealousy, only on the surface. Look below, and you can see it eating away at him. Generally hides it quite well, but he's a ticking time bomb.

You've seen this man being unhinged with Gun, well prepare for a similar reaction. When Samuel explodes, not if, it swings from pledging his love for you one moment, questioning all his insecurities; then to aloof and distant, denying his feelings the next.

Eventually the mania will pass. Though you rarely get any apologies during his moments of clarity. He will try to make it up to you by being extra attentive and caring.

Can get somewhat better over time, but needs a lot of work and patience.

Johan Seong

Extremely sensitive to feelings of jealousy, especially early on in a relationship. Likely triggering a dealbreaker for you more than anything. We've seen Johan being extremely childish with Jace Park at a few mentions of Tabasco. With you, this is taken to a whole other level and can be over absolutely anything.

Extra cold and standoffish, while trying to prove he is better - until he has worked out his own feelings and gotten over it. For now. Just be careful, because however innocent you are, he may throw it back in your face at a later date.

The days after he has gotten over his feelings aren't much of an improvement either. He would be in a constant sulk for letting his jealousy gettng the best of him. Thoughts of losing you still run through his mind. You'll find him constantly staring at you and glued to your side.

[faolanmoon]

Yandree!Mammon general Headcannons

A warm up for something not Omori I finally finished. Wanted to go ahead and get this out before I go on my second grieving hiatus of 2021 because it turns out I’m not going to have a Merry Christmas this year. Congrats Mammon you’re like my first headcannon post in a long time and probably my last post of 2021 you greedy dirtbag.

This boy is probably one of the most delusional there is, 1# delusional of the demon brothers but maybe 2# out of the whole cast somewhere between Diavolo’s level of delusion. Mammon believes you love him no matter what and you’d agree with every choice he makes and everything he says, why? Because you love him obviously! And why wouldn’t you? He was assigned to look after you , was the first demon you ever made a pact with, and he IS The Great Mammon,duh! As soon as he falls for you, which in cannon happens incredibly fast he’s dead set on winning you over, and is completely convinced you won’t choose someone over then him because he’s convinced that you love him, no matter how many times you tell him off or if you literally have to scream,” I don’t love you! Never did!”, he still believes you love him, you just don’t want to admit it. Just you being shy, nothing he finds wrong with that, it’s adorable!

Mammon comes up with countless excuses in his head to justify his actions when it comes to stuff like eliminating rivals, stalking you or maybe even kidnapping you if he’s unhinged enough . It doesn’t matter how many times you try to avoid him, he’s greedy for your attention, your love , your everything as he is the Avatar of Greed after all. You’re his Treasure, his love , his life, his everything. Once he’s gone deep for you, you’re more important to him than his credit card Goldie.

Stalking you is oh so easy ,normal Mammon already gets so clingy he refuses to stop following you like a lost puppy in a cannon, so who says he won’t just stalk you by doing the same? Hanging out with Levi and didn’t dare inform THE Great Mammon on it? How could you! But it’s ok he’s going to show up somewhere during your little hang out at the arcade to swoop you away from that gross otaku! He’s already over being jealous of the Avatar of Envy being the one you chose to spend time with instead of HIM, Mammon’s already thought of an excuse in his head for why you bothered with someone like Leviathan. You didn’t want to in the slightest, he guilt tripped you into hanging out! At least that’s what he tells himself as he attempts to run off with you after snatching you away from his brother, causing him to burst into a jealous rage and chase him down as you struggle under Mammon’s arms to break free. He’s just doing what's best for you! Of course his brothers don’t see that because they blame every single one of their problems on you, but why are you trying to resist him? That’s where his delusions come in where he tries to come up with a reason that makes sense to him for why you seem to never pick up on his intentions. Oh, maybe you’re just shy, or maybe his moves are clear enough for you or maybe, maybe one of his brothers casted a spell on you against his back to make you love them and not him! Any excuse he can think of becomes something he believes is true, which increases his paranoia and greed over you.

No matter how many times you try to resist saying those three words he’s dying to hear come from you so he can truly claim you as his, you’re his treasure. Shall he decide to kidnap you or keep you locked up somewhere he WILL hoard you all to himself like a dragon refusing to ever let go of it’s most luxurious treasure it’s ever had in possession. And he’s definitely going to cherish everything about you should he decide such actions are necessary to win your love. Cuddles? You’re getting smothered to oblivion in those, no matter how many times you complain, whine or try to move away he’ll just desperately want to give you more cuddles as he tries to think about why you don’t want his arms on you. Kisses? You’re getting those even if you don’t kiss back, he’ll just brush that off as “being shy” or “unprepared”. He’ll try to get anything he can to make you happy wherever he’s keeping you, unless of course he thinks of a way that whatever you want can be linked to escaping him.

And don’t think he’ll ever consider giving up, he’s never going to even if you end up dying, he’s just going to search for you and bring you back to the Devildom, with him where you truly belong, he doesn’t care if you're in the Celestial Realm, you really think the Avatar of Greed wouldn’t give up on his most precious treasure? Hah! Think again! All he wants is you to finally admit you’ve always loved him as much as he does you and even that won’t convince him to let you go. Mammon lives for you, you’re the shiniest, most precious jewel he’s ever laid eyes on, and he’d never give you up, he wants to have you all to his ! Just please tell him those three words he wants to hear so badly! It won’t convince him to let you go, and would cause him to be more delusional and clingy but he won’t try punishments ( which he probably already doesn’t do since he’s basically a soft boi) . Yes, yes MC say it again! Say you love him again! It’s music to his ears!

Now, he might be a soft boi that doesn’t want to hurt you but that doesn’t mean Mammon won’t hesitate to hurt others. If you’re somewhere in public he’s going to grab onto you and try to keep you as close as possible and straight up growl at those who dare get in his way. He’ll break some damn bones if he has to make any other demons back off! It’s their fault anyways for getting in his way and trying to steal his treasure from him! They mess with The Great Mammon they’re gonna pay! And his delusions cause him to think you’re on board with him snapping the neck of a random succubus or incubus that was casting glances at you, those perverts were going to steal you! Wait you’re not on board with him doing that especially in the Human World out of fear he might be sent behind bars for that? Aw! See MC, you do love him if you’re worried about him getting in trouble for his actions! Wanna help him get rid of these bodies? You clearly want him by your side if you’re scared of him being punished to spend time away from him because you love him right?

There’s no way you don’t love The Great Mammon, right MC? Just say the words when you’re done being shy! You can’t say no, it makes no sense so please tell him! Come on, treasure.

[fuckmelifesucks]

Feyre Archeron Defence Post

Gwyn will never ever be on the same level as feyre lmfao. Please take your delusions elsewhere.

Feyre literally went into a forest everyone was terrified to go into since she was 14.

Feyre killed a whole ass fae-wolf something when she was human.

Feyre saved the whole of prythian, an unknown land, at the age of 19 from an unhinged female while being human

Feyre saved centuries old fae by defeating amarantha.

Feyre literally slayed a big ugly ass wyrm or whatever despite being only a human.

Killed a fucking terrifying Naga.

Trapped the suriel and befriended it nn her own.

Is the first high lady and one of the 3 most powerful females in the entirety of prythian.

Was part of a fucking war.

Is brilliant af.

Was able to escape the weaver— a fucking death God.

Made acquaintances with the bone Carver— again a fucking death God.

Fixed the cauldron.

Helped bring back a person to life.

Helped defend velaris and adriata against hybern.

Literally possesses the powers of all seven High Lords.

And many more countless things. I can go on and on.

All of the above done by FEYRE when she is still in her twenties!

And we have Gwyn-

Never stepping out of the library until Nesta shows up (i know she was dealing with trauma but now fuck that I'm just gonna be petty)

Training for SELF DEFENCE and NOT TO BECOME A WARRIOR.

Making friendship bracelets 😂

Having to be carried during the blood rite

She isn't even a proper Carynthian cuz Nesta had to knock her the fuck out and emerie literally had to carry her up.

I honestly can't even think of more scenes of her except that she trained with nesta and Emerie the entity of the book. And i definitely can't think of any scenes where she acted as she does according to the g stans. U know girlboss and shit.

Stop trying to make it seem like Gwyn is superior than feyre. SHE IS NOT!

Feyre is gwyn's fucking high lady, for crying out loud!

Some people prefer Gwyn over feyre. Okay ���. It's yours opinion. But u can literally give ur opinion without trying to tear down another character.

And if u don't like feyre then stop fucking reading the damn series. Cuz again, feyre is the MC of the entire series. And she is also the one who is important during the spin off too.

Gwyn came along in acosf. She was, is and always will be a side character. Doesn't matter if u like it or not.

Stop trying to come after feyre to make your fav look better. Not fucking happening. Again Gwyn will not be on Feyre's level!

And for the love of all things pure and holy, stop criticizing feyre for wanting to be a mother and wanting to paint.

She can be a fucking High lady and at the same time be a mother and a painter.

After all she'd gone through, if having a baby is what she wanted then fucking fine. It's her choice.

And painting is her stress reliever. Her hobby. Shop trying to degrade her for doing what she enjoys.

If u want to degrade her then degrade Gwyn as well! But of course if ur ginger is doing something then it must be important and productive right?🙄

Cuz i sure as shit don't see anyone downgrade her for reading smutty books as her hobby.

Just stop coming after feyre! She will always be superior and on a higher level than Gwyn.

And for the love of lord, stop pitting females against each other.

[electric-ecclectic-a]

Hm. I think fatui!Signe is actually a little more plausible than I had first imagined.

a) As not only an orphan, but a Khaenri’an orphan, her access to Abyssal energy is a little easier to tap into than most. Her bloodline of Khaenri’an sages and alchemists gives her access to a lot of raw magical energy compared to most skirmishers that emerge from Fatuus experiments.

b) Her electro energy would be a lot more raw and unhinged compared to her far more studied, careful Favonius self. You know those crazy unhinged Cicin mages you encounter in the later levels of the Spiral Abyss? Her powers would be on a similar level, except perhaps a tad more precise.

c) It wouldn’t take much convincing to get her to agree to the process that turns Skirmishers into what they are — the promise of free food and a healthy allowance would be enough to get her to agree. In fact, I think if the Church hadn’t been so persistent with their efforts, this may well have been a path that Signe had gone down instead.

Some notes:

I do think that Signe would possess a heightened level of consciousness/clarity than most of the Cicin mages we encounter in-game. She is not “attack on sight” like most Cicin mages, and she is far quieter in her attacks. She very clearly spends much more time planning and calculating her attacks, and will often devise a larger strategy to accomplish her missions.

Her delusion would mostly be fueled from her resentment from being abandoned (which, on another note, was not quite the fault of her parents - but I think the Fatui would capitalize on this child-like resentment early on to further entrench her in their cause).

She is much more opportunistic than her Favonius counterpart. She is not very focused on the will of the Tsaritsa, and in fact, would be very likely to turn on the Fatui if given a good enough motivation. I.e. she doesn’t really care about the ‘why’ of her missions - all she knows is that it pays well, she eats well, and she has electro powers now. If it were to stop paying well, she would very quickly turn her back on the organization. After all, you can’t be abandoned again if you abandon them first.

She is VERY good at keeping her opportunistic nature hidden. Her tendency to not talk very much aside from what’s absolutely necessary would continue into adulthood - she mostly does what she is told with few complaints (her eyes do most of the complaining for her anyway). You can hold a cunning conversation with her, but don’t expect her not to stab you in the back if the benefits outweigh her costs.

[obutsuwrites]

weak (villain!bakugo x f!reader)

summary: “You… you left me those letters. Why?” Words were intangible and hopeless. The woman’s mind too tainted with dread to form coherency.

“Why? Why?! I’m in love with you,” Ground Zero began, “You’re so fucking stupid. No wonder you didn’t fight me. Too damned weak… and that’s why you need me.” xxx very self indulgent smut with a side of sex pollen and dubcon oops

inspired by this!

word count: 5,394

warnings: yandere elements, non-consensual groping, sex pollen, dubcon, light stalking, loss of virginity, degradation, smut, rough sex

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my ko-fi~!

The day began mundanely; a daily commute to work. To a job that slowly sucked away her vitality. ‘Such a bother,’ she thought as tired eyes watched scenery blur into splotches of dull greens and earth tones. Even captivating landscapes failed to bring the office worker to life. A sigh dislodged itself from her, the sound light and careless. Days muddied into weeks. No promotions. No difference in commute. No excitement. Was that what she was looking for?

Her only respite from the banality were the bizarre letters. Originally, there was only one; a heartfelt declaration of love tucked within a neat envelope. The penmanship was precise and delicate, as if the parchment was fragile. Every note was handled with obvious care, but the woman didn’t attempt to reply. There was never a return address and that aspect terrified her; an unwanted admirer brave enough to personally deliver letters. No reply led to hateful scribbles. Scrawled calligraphy that carried declarations of delusion and threats to defile her. Flowery language now replaced with nausea.

The woman shifted in her seat, now unable to get comfortable. Shivers crawled through her veins like electricity. She wanted the letters to stop, but… ‘It’s the only interesting thing I have.’ The thought made her feel pathetic. There was no doubt the sender was a creep -- a real fucking freak, and maybe that was their saving grace. The woman hated the letters. Seeing the bright maroon envelope only brought a sour taste, leaving her mouth salivating. A glint of fear in her eyes and knees weak. And yet, the woman found herself scanning every letter; every affirmation and curse. No two notes were the same. ‘Maybe that’s the excitement of it.’ A smile tugged at her lips.

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She awoke with a start, an eerie feeling finding residency in her stomach. ‘Did I miss my stop? Did I miss my fucking stop?!’ Small hands scrambled to organize. Her bag had shifted in her sleep. Papers and pens now littered across her lap. Embarrassed, pink decorated the woman’s cheeks, lips pulled into a thoughtful pout. Anxious eyes glanced at the train clock.

12 p.m.

“You’re fucking me.” It was excusable to miss work by several minutes, her employer was understanding of public transportation. But this? This was several hours. A death sentence. Frustrated, the woman balled up loose paper and tossed it against the ceiling. As soon as the parchment made contact against the meal roofing, a piercing crack buzzed through the air. It was a sound she had heard before, but only on news programs. Sounds of S-rated villain Ground Zero.

Fear flooded the woman’s system. Her arms felt heavy and impossible; appendages made of cement. The scattered populace within her section recognized the danger and began to clamber towards exits. Human cattle that trampled one other to escape. Death by stomping didn’t seem as horrific as Ground Zero. He wasn’t a man, but a quirk wielding monster. His explosions could level cities -- have leveled cities. The villain was unstoppable; his only rival, the number one pro hero Deku, even struggled against him. Victory was bloody and never guaranteed.

‘But Deku isn’t here.’ The woman’s stomach ached at the thought, goosebumps blossomed under her flesh. Instinct mandated she should run -- she was trapped here. Like dying prey. At least the other people in her carriage possessed some sort of quirk; mutant based abilities were most common among her generation, but she was quirkless. A freak in her own right, the trait she shared with the unwanted lover.

Another boom echoed, he was closer now, the sound harsh and overwhelming. A dull throb spread through the woman’s ears, ‘How is he not fucking deaf?!’ The proximity allowed adrenaline to finally engulf her. Heavy limbs moved as she clambered to her fellow passengers. A handful of people remained now, far less than before. They pushed against each other, against her, as desperate bodies tried to squeeze into an exit.

Unable to contain her voice, the woman shouted, “We -- we can’t fucking trample like this!” ‘Please, please, please fucking move,’ she pleaded; her mind tainted with dread. A primal fear that rotted in her chest. The salary woman's lungs burned for oxygen. She was going to be strangled of air and die like a rat trapped in a cage.

Anguished fists pounded against the man before her. His back was too broad and muscled to squeeze past, a hulking goliath she would die under.

“Move you fucking asshole!”

A final thunderous blast erupted to the woman’s right, her ears rang from the closeness. She could smell him now; caramel and smoke. The smell was putrid and caused her nose to scrunch in disgust. The smell of death.

There was an ample hole -- almost perfectly circular -- to her right. Smoke and sunlight mixed together, forming a sheen of orange tinted darkness. The woman heaved at the sight, ‘Too close. He’s too fucking close!’ Silence resided in the train now, the few occupants robbed of speech. Their tongues tied by the arrival of S-rated villain Ground Zero.

She avoided looking at him as trembling hands palmed through her pockets. ‘I can’t make it out like this. He’s too close. I -- at least, I can delay him.’ The realization stung. A loud stomp punctuated his arrival within the compartment. The sound hardened her resolve; fingers now laced around a shitty keychain pepper spray. It was cheap and never meant for real protection. A simple reminder of safety.

The woman pivoted to face the villain, determined to stand her ground.

“Hey! Hey, asshole!” She sounded unafraid, a stark contrast to the white knuckles that gripped the pepper spray. The trembling was instinctual now.

Violent, maroon eyes scanned her; the phantom of a smile on his face. His eyes held blood lust, like a lion’s during the hunt.

Swiftly, the woman produced the keychain and released a thick spray aimed at the villain. A deep grunt rattled from Ground Zero and gloved hands flew to his face.

His eyes snapped open; furious and bloodshot. The look of a predator. Webs of slobber connected his hands and mouth. Slimy and thick. Ground Zero’s characteristic snarl no longer existed; his expression now neutral with bits of anguish. The woman thought he looked heartbroken, as if he was hurt. As if he didn’t expect her to spray him.

She swallowed the pool of saliva in her mouth. Fear ignited itself in her system like a wildfire. Every nerve was begging to run and run and run until her legs ached and bile scratched at her throat.

“You stupid bitch!” His tone was animalistic and fiery. Deep and thunderous like a storm. Strong hands gripped the woman’s wrists. Hot brands that threatened to crush her. Ground Zero jerked the woman to him, her head bumping against his toned chest. The small crowd within the train stood imprisoned by horror. Tears fell onto the crown of her head, the villain unable to control his watering eyes.

‘I need to get out. I need to get out.’ Erratic thoughts assaulted her mind. She couldn’t control the volume nor intensity of her dread. Impulsive things that ate into her psyche.

“We’re going,” Ground Zero shouted and began to drag the salary woman through the now smoldering hole he created. Smoke and burning debris greeted her; silent tears gathered around the corners of her eyes. ‘I won’t give him the satisfaction.’ She knew how dangerous the man was, struggling would delay her death. She could only deny him the pleasure of shaking and heaving in fear.

Ground Zero looked down at the woman and released her wrists. A gloved hand instead snaked around her waist, grip impossibly tight. “Don’t struggle or I’ll fuckin’ drop you.” An explosion sounded under them, triggering a yelp. Refusing to look down, she buried her face within his clothed chest. The scent of caramel and smoke burned her nostrils. Shaky hands grasped the villain’s suit. Knuckles white and taunt. Wind cut into her face as Ground Zero trekked through the air. The woman’s ears throbbed from the explosions. ‘How can this freak even hear?! ’

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“Stay,” the villain commanded as the couple landed atop a rundown warehouse. This area of the city was unknown to the office worker. Rundown and foreign. Escaping felt impossible now. The woman’s mind visualized her future; body burnt and left abandoned in a shitty warehouse. Her body now food for rats and the earth.

“Am I going to die?” Her voice was small, with speckles of anxiety. She tried to mask her fear, but it was all consuming now. The afternoon was set against the sky. Vibrant oranges that almost hurt to look at. ‘At least it’s pretty when I die. ’

Ground Zero released the woman from his grasp. Her waist hurt from his deathly clasp. He had held her like gold; a treasure he didn’t want to lose.

“No, you fucking idiot,” the man replied, his voice loud and thunderous. He sounded annoyed by the question, as if it were obvious she wouldn’t be harmed. Ground Zero’s lips pulled into a tight scowl, his face tear-streaked and red. He looked like a wounded predator; dangerous and unhinged. Pepper spraying the villain seemed to have angered him further.

The rooftop wasn’t remarkable, except for a skylight that was open, letting in fresh air and the setting sun. It looked new and out of place. Obviously an installment by Ground Zero. ‘A handyman and a monster.’ Ground Zero stopped in front of the skylight and dropped into the building below. Unsure if she should simply jump to her death, the woman decided to follow the villain. Her knees scraped against a dirty floor as she landed. The inside of the warehouse looked as decrepit as it’s outside. Rust decorated bare walls and drops of water echoed.

The man stood with his back to her as he spoke, “Why didn’t you reply?!” Ground Zero’s voice wasn’t anything less than a yell and yet carried the undertone of hurt and anguish.

His question finally clicked for the woman; ‘Oh my god. He sent the fucking letters.’ Goosebumps crept up her arms and shivers crawled down her spine. The feeling was almost painful. A primal feeling that left her exposed and afraid. This man -- this villain -- was responsible for the letters of admiration and desperation? Ground Zero was known for his impulsive nature and brutality. A monster she provoked.

“You… you left me those letters. Why?” Words were intangible and hopeless. The woman’s mind too tainted with dread to form coherency.

“Why? Why?! I’m in love with you,” Ground Zero began, “You’re so fucking stupid. No wonder you didn’t fight me. Too damned weak … and that’s why you need me.” His voice increased in volume as he spoke, ending in a crescendo of a scream. He was almost human like this; a man frustrated and pained. The villain sighed and regained his composure. “Don’t fucking move.”

His footsteps reverberated as he stomped towards the woman. She sat on the concrete and held her bruised knees to her chest, eyes memorizing the floor. The woman was in no shape to run. She knew how fast the villain was.

Ground Zero grabbed her chin and forced the woman to look at him. Hungry red eyes wide with excitement. Dark glints of anger held within.

“I know you’re a quirkless little bitch.”

Thin lips pulled into a carnivorous smile. A predator now left with wounded prey. Smiles -- as she knew -- shouldn’t hold such contempt and thrill.

No light or joy were held in her eyes. An inky abyss that left Ground Zero speechless. A part of him -- deep inside -- craved to see the woman like this. Broken and afraid under his boot.

“Okay,” the salary worker whimpered.  Her heart felt heavy now. Dread no longer sat in her veins, the iciness replaced by a dull apathy. Escape was never an option.

The villain released her face, satisfied by her complacency. Crimson eyes wandered to the bruises that decorated her knees, a cosmic mess of purple and red. Blood speckled her wounds. Ground Zero found himself wanting to lap at the blood and circle his tongue around the injuries. Without thought, Ground Zero rubbed a hand against the wound, eliciting a whine from the woman.

“Stop. That hurts…” Her voice wasn’t anything above a whisper.

Ground Zero smacked his hand against her knee, obviously annoyed. The woman bit her lip to muffle a cry.

“I can’t fucking hear you,” he snarled and held his hand over her knee. He was poised to punish her if he deemed the response inadequate.

She wanted to appeal to his humanity. “Ground Zero, please stop that hurts.” This was the most polite the woman ever was. Her voice was shaky and apathetic, but carried traits of a feigned kindness. Would she have to beg? Scream prayers that would never be answered?

Quickly, the villain released her knee, allowing the damaged limb to fall against the concrete. “Call me Katsuki,” his breath was hot against her face, “Clean yourself up. Or are you too fucking useless to do that yourself?” Katsuki hoped he could wash her wounds himself. He wanted to imprint himself against her skin and never let go. Even touching her knee sent his heart into rapid palpitations that hammered against his rib cage. His head pounded with the blood coursing through his ears.

Ground Zero -- an S-rated villain -- kidnaps her and has the audacity to belittle her. The salary worker felt her chest blossom with a heated rage that replaced the dull, apathetic ache. She had pepper sprayed him and stood her ground despite being quirkless. ‘I’m not going to let this freak wash me,’ she thought.

“No. I know how to disinfect wounds, Katsuki,” the woman replied; his name left a sour taste in her mouth and dripped with venom. Heated eyes regarded the villain, waiting for a response.

Katsuki said nothing, opting to instead stand and walk towards a neatly stacked display of water bottles. She hadn’t noticed the mountain before; her eyes too intent on the floor. Looking around the room now, the woman noted the modest abode. A ratty mattress sat off to the side of a makeshift living area, the entire setup looking out of place against the cobwebs and dust.

“I’ll clean your dumbass myself,” Katsuki announced, “Strip.” His heart continued to pound in his chest, excitement boiling in his veins. He had dreamed of this; of seeing his beloved nude and waiting for him. Smoke sparked in his palms from impatience. The sight of the salary woman caused his palms to sweat too much, allowing for extra nitroglycerin to mingle and create sparks.

“I said I can do it myself. Are you deaf?” Once the question left her mouth, the office worker clamped a small, shaky hand over it. She knew the mistake she made. He could burn her alive, ‘He could burn this place down if he wanted to.’

The roar of a laugh vibrated from Katsuki, the laugh of a madman.

“My explosions are fuckin’ loud. I know you’re stupid, but I didn’t think you were this goddamn dumb. It’s hearing loss, sweetheart.” The way he said sweetheart felt vicious, like a threat. It made the salary woman's skin prickle.

Being so vulnerable in front of him -- in front of a villain caused goosebumps to settle underneath her skin. Little beads of anxiety and fear. Spit pooled at the back of her throat; bile that wanted to rise and overcome her. The woman swallowed the thick liquid and nodded. A small, meek action. She felt impossibly insignificant. Trembling hands began to slowly peel off her sweat drenched clothing. The cotton material wanted nothing more than to glue itself to her flesh.

Katsuki rolled his eyes, unable to hide his annoyance. She would come to want this -- to want him.

“If you’re gonna be so fucking slow, I’ll do it.” Heavy footsteps echoed as the villain stalked his prey. His calloused hands gripped the woman’s blouse and ripped the material. Clammy skin shivered under the cool air. A gust had worked its way into the room, perhaps a sign of their altitude. He instinctively palmed her now exposed chest and ran a finger over her collarbone, earning a shiver from his captive. ‘She’s as soft as I imagined.’ The villain absentmindedly hummed, allowing his hands to roam over her clothed breasts. Katsuki’s touch elicited a muffled sigh from the woman. She didn’t want to hide a sound from him. Far too risky with napalm hands memorizing her form, but she grew impatient.

“It’s -- it’s my knees,” the salary worker advised. Her body felt ablaze from the villain’s hands. An inferno that ended between her thighs. A man hadn’t touched her like this before, her skin only knowing curt handshakes and platonic hugs. His touch felt almost sinful. Like a brand that scarred her skin.

The pressure of his palms was replaced by nails. It was a searing pain and pulled a soft yowl from the salary worker. Katsuki found himself pleased with the sound and continued to dig his nails into supple flesh.

“Do you see what you do to me?” The question wasn’t meant for her. No, it was self reflection. An impossible question the young man wondered as he left vicarious love notes that went unanswered. Thinking back to her response -- or lack of -- caused Katsuki’s blood to boil; lava that burned his veins.

Unable to handle the pain any longer, the woman swatted his hand away. An act of defiance she knew she would grow to regret. His hands felt too hot and reeked of caramel. The smell was traditionally pleasant; a smell reminiscent of sweets, but instead, it left her queasy and nervous.

Snapped from his fantasy, Katsuki’s large hands traveled down the woman’s form, ending at her bruised knees. “Whatever. Stay still,” the villain commanded as he produced a worn rag and began to dab at the wounds. The lukewarm water felt pleasant against scraped knees, the flesh irritated and hot. She hummed from the relief.

“You like that?” His face was twisted into a smug grin. ‘See? You’ll learn to love me.’

Embarrassed, the salary worker turned her head away as she spoke, “It just feels good. Guess you don’t have gauze.” It was meant as a joke -- a means to relieve the feverous atmosphere. His eyes still held lust, but his hands were gentle as Katsuki worked.

“No, but I have this,” Katsuki replied and further tore her blouse, the woman’s entire front now exposed to the villain. Before she could respond, Katsuki wrapped a strip around both knees. The material was too thin and eventually crimson would bleed through, but the blond admired his handiwork. She looked so fragile like this. The complete opposite of the woman who pepper sprayed him.

His gaze was piercing and uncomfortable. The woman shrunk under it and wanted to evaporate from existence. ‘Anything,’ she reasoned, ‘would be better than this.’

Katsuki’s hand still rested on the woman’s knee. He couldn’t bear to deny himself the sensation of her. She was like water he desperately needed. An oasis within a hellish desert… All his. Strong hands traced the curve of the salary woman’s knee and ended on her thigh. She was soft here, too. The woman was a stuffed toy; only for him.

“Move your hand,” she began, “please.” It was a simple request, one that she hoped the man before her would honor. Asking him like this -- like a sniveling child -- was demeaning. Begging wasn’t a usual characteristic. The woman considered herself more of a spitfire, despite the lack of a quirk. A trait that drew the villain to her.

The blond ignored her and continued to stroke her thigh. His crimson eyes no longer held carnal desires, replaced by a listful glint. Little cherries devoid of emotion. “Shut up. You don’t know when to shut the fuck up, do you? Just enjoy it, kitten.” Katsuki’s last sentence carried a gentle tone, unlike the brutish voice his captive was accustomed to. He sounded normal; like a young lover caressing his sweetheart. Not the monster of a man that kidnapped her and left red, angry impressions of his nails. His hands were comforting and the salary worker found herself leaning into his hand. Being touched was uncommon and left her touch-starved, but being touched like this felt infinite.

Katsuki’s heart began to pick up in pace again, the organ now hammering in his chest. He allowed his warm hands to wander to her heated center and palmed her clothed crotch. The sudden touch caused a mewl to escape the woman. A soft and quiet sound that Katsuki strained to hear. Blood pulsed through his ears from the sound. His ears reddened and light rogue across his cheeks.

“This,” the villain gently slapped her crotch, “is mine.” The sentence came out as a growl. Hungry and predatory. “You’re mine. Say it!”

Unable to avoid the blush across her cheeks the woman nodded, strands of hair cascading down her shoulders. ‘Why do I feel like this? Why am I letting him do this?’ A part of the woman hated herself for it. It was weak. Only a weak minded woman would allow a villain to feel her up in a dingy warehouse.

“See? You’re too fuckin’ weak to even answer. Want me to undress ya, baby?” Katsuki finally began to rub the woman’s clothed core. “Say it!”

Her tongue was dry and tight. Saliva evaporated and she struggled to speak, “N-no…”

The blond’s hands suddenly left her wanting core, causing the woman to stifle a whine of disappointment. “No? No?! I touch you, make you feel good, and you won’t even fucking give a damn. Don’t care about anyone but yourself, huh? Fine.” She missed his warm hands. A lack of warmth that made her feel dirty. Katsuki reached into his pocket and revealed a small orange handkerchief. “I didn’t wanna use this goddamn thing on you, but you’re making me, kitten.”

A wave of shock splashed across the woman’s face. Eyes impossibly wide and afraid. ‘He’s going to drug me!’

“You don’t --” Her sentence was muffled and lost by soft fabric pressed against her mouth. The scent of flowers wafted from the material. She held back the urge to choke and splutter, the smell too floral and nauseating, as if the villain shoved her face into a rose bush. Her breath was hot against Katsuki’s palm and caused blood to rush between his thighs. He resisted the carnal urge to trace the salary worker’s lips. They felt like delicate petals underneath the handkerchief. A plush gift only for him.

A part of Katsuki hated himself for this. He didn’t want to use this; it was his final option. He didn’t like to think of himself as desperate like this… She… She should understand how much -- how fucking much he loves her! His heart didn’t ache and hammer in his chest for anyone else. The feelings he experienced were foreign at first. A woman had never made the villain florid and shy, but this pathetic woman brought forth lewd thoughts that consumed him. Like a fire he couldn’t extinguish.

She struggled against the blond’s grip. His strong hands felt heavy, like weights that threatened to crush her. After inhaling the sickeningly sweet handkerchief, the woman’s body began to heat up; a fever she couldn’t escape. Sweat beaded against her skin. Sticky and humid. Rapid breathing slowed into soft, agonizing pants. Sounds that Katsuki cherished, sounds he had dreamt of. The uncomfortable warmth spread down the salary woman’s body and ended between her thighs. The sensation was familiar, almost like the heat from Katsuki’s touch, but somehow more intense. More needy.

“Please…” Her voice sounded alien and lustful. A tone of voice she hadn’t used before. The sensation between her thighs only bloomed once the villain removed the handkerchief and traced his calloused fingers over gentle lips. ‘She’s so soft. So soft and wanting.’ “Please,” she begged again, “t-touch me, Katsuki.” The woman was unable to stifle her plea, her sentence loud and wanting.

Without responding, thin lips locked her in a feverish kiss, afraid to lose the woman. His teeth gnawed at plush lips and left red welts in their wake. The beginnings of Katsuki marking his property. Large, calloused hands roamed her form; desperate to memorize the valleys and curves of his captive’s frame. He lacked the gentleness of a lover.

Breaking the kiss, Katsuki growled, “This is mine. You’re mine.” To prove his point, the villain’s nails dug into her fleshy thighs and elicited a groan. Encouraged by the woman, Katsuki’s palms traveled to the woman’s chest and began to grope her breasts. Unable to muffle herself, the woman allowed a moan to escape. The sound was angelic and ethereal and left Katsuki throbbing for more. Roughly, the villain took a delicate breast into his mouth, his tongue swirling around his captive’s sensitive nub. Her sounds of pleasure echoed off the walls, lewd sounds that Katsuki had dreamed of.

“Don’t stop…” She grinded her feverish body against the blond, causing his muscles to clench. “You -- you feel so good, Katsuki.” Without agency, small hands began to trail down Katsuki’s toned body. He fit perfectly against her, ‘Maybe it’s fate,’ she thought. Her mind buzzed and hazy from the handkerchief.

A satisfying ‘pop’ sounded as Katsuki released her breast. He turned his attention to the woman’s neck and began to suck on the supple flesh. Katsuki needed to brand her as his. A woman that belonged only to him. The blond left a trail of hickies as he sucked and kissed her neck. She palmed at his hair, pulling and ruffling the soft strands. The pressure -- the burning pressure between her thighs ached, leaving her frantic for relief. Her other hand crawled in between her thighs and rubbed her clothed crotch. ‘It’s too hot. I need… I need relief. ’

She whined when the blond suddenly removed his hot, wet mouth from her sensitive breast. He reached down and swatted the woman’s hand away from her sweltering core. “I’ll make you feel good. So fucking good.” A warm hand stroked her swollen lips and circled around her mound. Embarrassed by her blatant need for release, a blush crept across her face. ‘Let me make you feel good, too.’ Inexperienced hands trailed down Katsuki’s muscular form, stopping between his thighs. She gripped the villain’s clothed member and began to stroke him. A guttural groan rattled from his throat. Thunderous and vibrating his chest.

Katsuki mumbled her name against her skin, his breath clammy and humid. She felt a jolt of excitement shoot through her. Her name on his lips was euphoric. A mortal being acknowledged by divinity. Katsuki’s palm ignited atop the woman’s crotch -- burning her garments. The salary worker yelped from the sudden spark, her mind still hazy and wanton. She shuddered as a thick finger pressed against her entrance. Katsuki wanted to draw out every sound from her, but his lust proved too powerful. He shoved the finger inside and began to quickly pump into the woman. Brutal and forlorn. Her breathing was reduced to hectic puffs, the woman unable to regulate herself. A calloused finger traced circles around her clit, the stimulation sending her into a frenzy of moans and huffs. Unable to close her mouth, drool began to dribble down her exposed chest.  

“Katsuki…”

“Yeah, baby? Ya want my cock? Say it,” the blond demanded. His tone gruff and obviously excited. “Tell me how badly you fuckin’ want it. Beg.”

She hated being this needy -- this reliant on a villain. A man that wanted to violate her -- was violating her in a dirty, abandoned building. The salary woman hadn’t been touched like this before, but the fire between her legs roared for him. For Katsuki.

Swallowing the saliva in her mouth, the woman mumbled, “Katsuki, I want you.”

Katsuki withdrew his finger from her wet cunt. It left her wanting and empty. Only Katsuki could fulfill her. She whined and grabbed onto the villain’s shirt, desperate for his touch again.

He wiped his soaking hand against her plush thighs. “No. Say it.” A rough hand reached up and clasped around the woman’s throat. Almost like a warning. A threat. ‘Don’t do anything you’ll regret, sweetheart.’

“Please fuck me. Please. Please. Please,” she begged. Words spilled forth from her like a spring. It physically hurt to not have her aching core stimulated. Her body was burning and Katsuki was the well that would extinguish her.

Instead of a reply, the blond only grunted. She reminded him of a virgin first exploring the landscape of a man. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you? No one would fuck you, huh? Too damned shy and weak, kitten.” Katsuki moved swiftly to undress, the man now standing nude and proud. Her eyes crept down his nude frame. A shameless act she would otherwise not allow.

‘Touch me. Touch me, touch me, touch me.’ The thoughts assaulted her as Katsuki ran a finger down her body, eliciting a shudder of anticipation. His fingers hovered over the woman’s entrance. Her cunt was soaking, but Katsuki wanted to stretch her further. Without mercy, he plunged two fingers into her sensitive core. His captive cried out in shock and slight pain. One finger had made her feel full, but two left the woman feeling stuffed. Little droplets of tears cascaded down her cheeks as meaty fingers mercilessly pumped into her.

“Don’t be such a fucking baby,” Katsuki chided, adding a third finger. He continued his vigorous pace. The villain was unswayed by her blatant discomfort. “Relax, dumbass.” As if on cue, the woman melted into Katsuki’s touch. His fingers pumping in and out, the squelching noise vibrating through the room. Three fingers now curled inside her, causing a long wanton moan to rattle from the woman. “Just like that, kitten.”

A part of her wanted the villain’s encouragement. She wanted his rough hands to lay waste to her body and claim her as his. She… She wanted him.

“Please fuck me, Katsuki,” she moaned into the blond’s hair.

‘Finally.’ Katsuki slid his fingers from her heated, drenched core and lined his cock up at her entrance. “Hold still.” His member sheathed into her with ease and slowly began to roll his hips against the woman. Their sweat mingled together; the scent of caramel and perspiration drifting around the room. Her body finally felt complete. The sweltering heat wave no longer threatened to burn her alive. Katsuki was her saving grace. A waterfall she plunged into. Slowly, Katsuki picked up his pace. His hips now slapped against hers, the sound loud and sickening. She knew -- she knew this was wrong, and yet her body craved the villain and wanted to savor every push into her wanting cunt.

The woman snaked a delicate hand down her body and stroked her clit; little circles that only intensified her need. She felt a bundle of pleasure start to build within her stomach; the feeling foreign and yet blissful.

“F-faster.”

Katsuki rammed himself into her cunt, loudly swearing and panting. Like a dog in heat. “You feel so fucking good. Your pussy was made for me, kitten.” His voice rumbled from his chest; deep and guttural. Primal. A predator finally seeking their claws into prey.

Unable to withhold her pleasure any longer, the pressure erupted as waves of euphoria crashed into her. Her mind slowly started to seep back into reality. The reality of a villain -- a monster -- buried within her now hypersensitive cunt. Fear swelled in the woman’s eyes; nervous and trapped.

“Don’t,” she pleaded, “Please, dont.” Tears stung in her vision. Katsuki appeared blurry and carnal; like a man possessed. ‘Don’t cum in me. Not here. Not with you.’

“I gotta st-stop, baby. I’m gonna fuckin’ cum.” The last word came out a whimper as the woman felt her juices mix with the blond’s cum. An unholy union of bodies and filth. She choked out a sob, the woman unable to hold back her agony.

Katsuki brought a finger to her lips and softly shushed her. “I know, baby. I know. You’re just so happy you’re all mine.”