#yandere mr. compress x reader

[givetomurasomechapstick]

League of Villains and a Child headcanons 1

Timeline:

League of Villains and a Baby

Epilogue headcanons

League of Villains and a Toddler

When you get your quirk:

Shigaraki:

"I don't care what happens as long as she doesn't hurt me."

That's the first thing he says.

Completely fine with watching the chaos go down.

He is staying on edge around you, but isn't / doesn't want to avoid you. Or have you feel avoided and ignored.

Actually tells you all the good cool things your quirk can do when no one is looking.

"See brat? Your powers are cool."

But don't respond with something like 'your powers are cooler!'.

He is definitely gonna avoid you after that.

Toga:

Makes sure to show that she loves you even more. Especially with affection.

"Look Baby (Y/N), you got your quirk! And wow, look at all the cool things it can do!"

I assure you that she has no false enthusiasm and is actually impressed by your quirk; even if it were just for moving around your toothbrush.

Won't care if your power is scary, or makes you look weird. She makes sure to tell you she loves you even more!

If you get a blood related quirk she'll definitely help you out as best as she could.

"This is the coolest quirk I've ever seen Baby (Y/N)! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise!"

Dabi:

Chaos? He's SUPPORTING it.

"Your quirk is impressive..."

Even if he's not impressed he makes sure to say that under his breath.

Ultimately makes fun of your quirk.

BUT he will burn anyone else who makes fun of it in their sleep.

If your powers hurt you, he's figuring out ways to help you be able to use it without getting injured.

~ OOC soft Dabi ~

Will definitely steal get any sort of support item you need.

"Got to admit it to you kid, your powers are impressive. Just don't go training on your own, alright?"

Spinner:

His soul is slowly dieing...

ESPECIALLY if you got a mutation quirk.

Crying over it? He's helping you through the entire thing. And will let you vent to him about literally anything that comes to your mind at that moment.

Constantly gets stressed you might get depressed when your older.

So he does everything to prevent that.

Cookies? Already baked. Favorite plushy is getting a hole? Fixed it an hour ago. Literally anything you ever wanted? It's next to your door like Christmas presents under a tree.

I'm sure everyone in the League will never let him live down this 'mommy faze', but he won't care as long as you're happy.

"Don't let it get to you. Everyone is unique in their own way and this is one of them. I mean, hey! Look at me. Do I look that ugly?"

Twice:

Was actually out buying groceries when it happened.

And when he came back home, everyone was either screaming, yelling, or running around.

Maybe all of the above.

But either way, of you ask him if your power is cool (crying or not),

"It's such a cool quirk (N/N)! Well I think it's like trash."

Tries his best at comforting you. And really hopes he didn't make you feel bad about who you are.

Any quirk related to making multiple of something? He's helping you out with every fact he has.

Might be hard tho with his double side.

"See? Your power is perfect. Just for you! No! It fits terribly with your aesthetic, get a new quirk!"

Compress:

Meanwhile calming everyone down.

Also tells you about all the cool things your quirk can do.

Quirk that would look good at magic? Your his new personal assistant.

Don't diss him out tho.

"It's not cheating magic! It's just like a life hack of doing so. Is that what they call it these days?"

You have any ever growing collection of marbles now (with all the people that said you wrong about your quirk; courtesy of Compress)

"Your quirk works perfect on set. Try using it more this way and you could be the star of the show!"

[mamayan]

YOU SHOULD DO MORE MR COMPRESS OMGG! (btw love ur writings🤭❤)

Oh gosh you are so right Nonnie, I nearly forgot to make anything for the gentlemen who is Mr. Compress~

Yandere Sako Atsuhiro x Darling

★ Gentleman ★

cw: NSFW • Yandere Themes • Kidnapping/Imprisonment • Delusional Yandere • afab reader!

That’s right. Mr. Compress, or Atsuhiro Sako, is a dramatic and flamboyant man when the curtain is up.

Always ready to entertain his audience, whether they like it or not.

He’s more reserved in private though. Not silent, but observant, as even he knows proper etiquette involves not interrupting the main attraction.

You. Though you only perform for him, in any case, he’s never going to disrupt your hard work. Dressing you up in the lacy attire and letting you dance was truly his downfall. You captivated him like he hoped to captivate the world.

Beautiful, artful, even in your clumsier moments and set backs, he finds you mesmerizing. Tells you too.

“Pretty darling, don’t cry, the act isn’t ruined, you’re doing so good.” He’s romantic, wiping your lovely tears even as you sniffle and shake, the silver chains on your wrists clicking like bells.

When the curtains are up, all eyes are on him, but when they fall it’s only his eyes on you.

Only he gets to be your greatest fan.

“Come now darling, you know the key to being a great performer is acting. You have to smile if you want me to believe you.” He’s not ashamed to force a smile on your lips, his dark eyes swirling with delusion and obsession. He knows you want this, have to, because he’d go truly insane without you.

Just smile for him, that’s an act all by itself, he could watch it all day after all.

He’s alright with compromise though. He’ll take a pretty moan too, watching your lips part into a cute O as he spears you on his cock. He loves your laughter but he’ll settle for now to only hear the gasps and whiny pleas as he fucks you senseless. His cock drilling your cute cunt until you become a compliant soft mess for him.

It’s an act all onto its own, one he gets to participate in.

He’s a gentleman though, he’ll never out you when you make a mistake.

Even when you try to claw out of your restraints or run from him, he’s happy to fix your act and put you in a marble to hide the little slips. He’s not cruel enough to expose it to the world, to embarrass you.

No, he’ll cover for you.

Forever.

[villainbun]

Masking fire

Dabi x Gn!reader and Mr.Compress x Gn!reader

Tw: yandere Dabi, yandere Mr.Compress, toxic relationship, eventual cheating, mask kink

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ

You were sitting on one of the bar stools in the LoV hideout while Toga raved on about wanting to see that green haired hero boy again. You barely registered anything as the alcohol seeped into your body. Not that you were usually like this with her, you did enjoy conversing with her on the daily basis. However, tonight was different, you were too busy worrying about seeing Dabi again after what happened a few days ago.

“I thought we’ve talked about this already” you sighed.

“Relax babe, they are all dust by now. It’s fine” he said as if he was proud of burning random men until they were unrecognizable.

“But, what if you get caught? I don’t want to lose you” you frustratedly responded.

“Look at me” “Hey! Look at me, nothing’s gonna happen” he grabbed your chin and leaned in for a kiss. You felt his hands grabbing your waist and his semi hard cock rubbing against you.

“But you should be careful, the police and heroes are out looking for us what if-” you said as you weren’t in the mood.

“Tsk” he tutted. “Listen, I’m tired of you yapping like a bitch all day long, why don’t you come here” he barked back.

“But I…” you muttered until you realized it was useless to say anything. He didn’t listen to you before what made you think this time would be different.

“That’s it, I’m done. I can’t even relax anymore. Fuck this” he grumbled as he stepped away probably to smoke another cigarette and blow some steam off. It was always the same whenever your antics got too much, he would just walk away like you were wrong for caring for him.

Somehow, the nervousness you felt went away as soon as you saw Dabi coming back safely with Spinner, Twice and Compress. Toga immediately jumped up on her feet and rushed towards Twice, finally her favourite person to chat with in the League was back. Mr.Compress along with Spinner were heading your way.

“You know a lady should not be drinking alone, want us to keep you company?” Compress offered. You blushed slightly at him and nodded happily. Compress sat next to you and next to him was Spinner who was trying to steal the bottle away from you.

Mr.Compress removed his black and white mask leaving just his eyes and mouth uncovered by the ski mask. His gentle eyes stared at you briefly and maybe it was the alcohol talking at that moment, but you couldn’t help noticing how attractive he was. The mask certainly did a good job accentuating his features. His chocolate eyes made you feel warm and his luscious lips parted as he spoke to you leaving his pearly white teeth to shine through. You had to excuse yourself and go to your room. What are these weird thoughts creeping into your mind? You shouldn’t have drank so much, but it just felt so good to temporarily forget you and Dabi’s rocky situation even if it was for bit.

After you got into your room still ignoring Dabi’s presence, he thought to himself that he needed to figure out a way to get you back into his arms. He went up groggily to Compress and asked him to borrow one of his many ski masks. Did you really think he wouldn’t notice you making googly eyes at Compress in that mask. He knew you and your dirty mind enough to realize that you were flustered by men in masks. He was tired of this bratty behaviour, now it was time for you to be put back in your place. He won’t be tolerating your bickering any longer…

Later that night, Shigaraki yelled out from the other room, telling you both to shut up as you giggled and leaned onto Dabi’s chest as he kissed the top your head. It always ended the same, but with his body against yours nothing mattered, not the fight, not his temper, not this cycle that you were in. Everything was okay again, at least until the next time you lose your mind over his safety.

Little did you know that, in Mr.Compress’ room, he was figuring out a way to make you all his. There was no doubt in his mind that he would treat you so much better than that arsonist maniac.

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ

I’ll be writing a part 2 eventually. It will lean more into Mr.Compress and reader

[freya-fallen]

I just wanted to let you know that this post here gives me so much life. This man drives me insane but in the hottest way. He's so sweet and for what.

Thank you! I honestly want to give him a story someday, something more than 5k words long and up to full length. He deserves it

[yanderecrazysie]

Requested on Quotev!

Title: Trick Part 2

Pairings: Mr. Compress x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes

Summary: When a strange magician comes to the little carnival you’ve been working at for years, you’re intrigued by what he’s able to do. Unfortunately for you, he has more tricks up his sleeve- ones that you might not be very happy with.

Part 1: here

trick

/noun/

a cunning or skillful act or scheme intended to deceive or outwit someone.

It’s disturbing how quickly you fell into your role.

Maybe it’s because you so desperately wanted out of your prison. A prison in which you could not move or speak, and even closing your eyes would not block out all that blue.

When Mr. Compress released you at last, you were nowhere near your carnival. Your home.

You were alone in a field, with an unfamiliar carnival about a half mile away, its blue-and-white striped tents and ferris wheel vastly different from the place you were used to.

Mr. Compress held you close, running a hand up and down your back in what he probably thought was a soothing way.

“I want to go home,” you’d said.

“I know,” he’d said, his voice soft and sympathetic. 

“Why? Why are you doing this? I want to go home!”

He had sighed, wearily looking down at you, “I know, my dear, I know. But I cannot stay in one place for long and I could not bear to leave you.”

“Why?” you whispered, heart twisting uncomfortably in your chest. It wasn’t fair, the way his affection for you still made you a little happy, putting butterflies in your stomach.

“I know you wish I could have just stayed, but it is not in my nature,” Mr. Compress explained.

You wished he could have stayed too. Then, you’d be happy at your homely carnival with the man you had a huge crush on, able to have the best of both worlds.

That way, you wouldn’t have been kidnapped and ripped away from your home and friends, left in a domed prison to suffer alone. 

How could someone who cared for you so much do something like that to you?

You had followed him obediently to this new carnival, where the two of you signed on to work there. You performed as a contortionist to crowds full of foreigners, unsure of where in the world you even had ended up. Mr. Compress went on to show his magic tricks, ones that no longer brought you joy and intrigue.

Then, after what felt like forever, Mr. Compress announced that the two of you were moving on. There were aww’s from the carnival workers, but Mr. Compress could not be swayed, much like what had happened at your old home.

The first moment the two of you were alone, Mr. Compress removed his glove and deja vu hit you like a train. You tried to cry out for help, but you were too late.

In a country you didn’t know with a man who still gave you mixed feelings, you didn’t stand a chance, did you?

It became a routine- get compressed, arrive at a new carnival, work there for a while, rinse and repeat.

You could tell Mr. Compress was pleased to live this life- the one he was used to with the bonus of having you by his side. But this life was not for you. You hated it- you hated meeting new people, staying in unfamiliar places, and being alongside him. 

Begging to go home was useless- he’d never listen. Running away was pointless- he’d find you and compress you without a second thought.

Months turned into years as the never-ending cycle continued. There was a resigned acceptance, yes, but even more than that was the depression.

Mr. Compress treated you with such tenderness, but the love you’d felt for him had long since faded by now. You could tell he felt guilty every time he looked at you, but he pushed on with his obsession anyways.

Each new carnival blurred together. They were all unique and filled with different people with diverse personalities, but they were all the same in the end. A prison outside of the compressed one.

What you wouldn’t give to go back to your old carnival or at least say goodbye to the friends who had become your family.

The only constant in your life was Mr. Compress. Although he had once been a source of affection and torment, you were losing that affection with every day that passed until you were left with a numb, bitter heart.

But as you looked among the latest crowd, your heart came to a sudden stop. In the large group of spectators was one familiar face- one you hadn’t seen in years.

Ryo.

Your old friend from your old troupe. You could tell he recognized you by his wide-eyed, shocked expression.

You didn’t have the chance to approach him. As soon as your act ended, Mr. Compress was at your side.

You looked up at his mask and instantly burst into tears. You knew the man well enough to feel the surprise and guilt radiating from him.

“I can’t do this anymore!” You sobbed, “There’s someone from my old troupe here- please, just let me go home! I hate this life!”

Mr. Compress was still for a moment before he enveloped you in a soft hug.

“Let me perform one last trick with you, please,” He murmured into your hair.

“You’re just going to compress me again, aren’t you?”

“No, not this time. Just one trick and you’ll be free from me.”

You were ready to agree with anything at this point, “Okay, fine.”

The two of you walked back to Mr. Compress’s stage. Your heart pounded- was this really it? One last trick and you could go home with Ryo. It felt too good to be true.

“Ladies and gentleman, it’s time for the grand finale! A disappearing act that will astound you!”

He rolled out a large black box and motioned for you to step inside. Hesitantly you did so, hope and worry swirling in your chest until you felt like you might just throw up. Mr. Compress began to close the door but, before he did so, he said one last thing to you.

“I love you, (Y/n). You’ll be free from me, just like I promised. Please, remember me.” You knew these words were for only you to hear, the crowd abuzz with bets on whether the trick would work or not.

The door closed, leaving you in darkness. You closed your eyes for only a moment, opening them wide open when you felt a sudden cold hitting your cheeks.

The land around you is devoid of any signs of human life. As far as the eye can see is white. 

Wherever you were, it was suddenly covered in snow. It was still summer, so how were you in a winter wonderland?

You covered your arms and shivered- you were wearing a red, sparkling dress, one that was meant for performing and not braving freezing weather.

With a thrill of fear that sent an even more violent shiver down your spine, it hit you all at once.

Mr. Compress said you’d be free of him.

Not that you could go home.

[yandere-daydreams]

exhibit #2 - shark week

an installment of the freak shit march gallery showcase.

pairing: yandere!cullens x reader (twilight).

length: 1.4k.

warnings: non/con, afab!reader, dehumanization, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of medical malpractice, blood, slight initialization, and generalized twilight.

After moving in with the Cullens, your monthly cycles start to follow a similar routine.

‘Moving in’ meaning, of course, accidentally signing your rights to autonomy away to your doctor while you were so loaded up on sedatives the he hand to cup your hand in his just to make you hold the pen, and ‘period’ referring to, of course, the week or so you spent bleeding out in a house full of half-starved vampires. Carlisle claimed that it was dead blood and held little to no nutritional value for their kind, citing his children’s ability to attend the local community college without gutting an eighth of the students every month as evidence that your menstrual cycle wouldn’t cause an unwanted stir. When you reminded him that humans craved plenty of things that weren’t good for them, like chocolate and liquor and dubiously ethical affairs with their unnaturally cold general practitioners, he only hummed and asked what kind of products you preferred.

Esme usually noticed first. Sometimes, she’d catch it before you did, show up to your bedroom door with a warm compress and a tray of comfort food with only a kind smile by way of explanation, and you’d notice the pin-pricks of red dotting your sheets later on. Carlisle would usually be at work by then, so she’d spend her morning fussing over you, holding her hand to your forehead and forcing home-remedies past your lips until you manage to make her believe that one of her bitter teas had cured you wholesale. There’s a thin line between how she treats you when you’re sick and how she treats you on your period. One was a monthly ordeal, the other a hyper-rare occurrence in their meticulously sterile home, but both rendered you faint and encumbered, more receptive to her mothering. She liked it when you needed her. You guessed the reason why didn’t really matter.

(You used to assume that, if you were ever unfortunate enough to meet her, Esme would hate you. She’d see you as a homewrecker, as competition, or failing that, as a nuisance disrupting her otherwise idyllic domestic bliss. But, she’d never been that hostile, treating you more similarly to one of her adoptive children than her husband’s kidnapped mistress. It probably helped that her relationship with Carlisle was built more on a mutual affinity for make-believe than anything as fragile as love or passion. He was playing doctor, and she was playing dolls. He’d taken an interest in you for the former pastime, before gifting you to his wife for the latter.)

Eventually, you’d insist that you’d gotten enough bedrest and needed fresh air. That was when Alice would find you – waiting just outside of your bedroom door, her smile wide and your outfit for that day slung over her arm. As a rule, you did your best to avoid Mr. and Mrs. Wrong Side of the Mason Dixon Line, but she was one of the more forceful Cullens, prone to stepping on your heels and holding your preferred hideaways hostage until you relented to whatever form of dress-up she planned out for you. Normally, she’d be satisfied with doing your hair, testing out make-up swatches on someone with a skin tone darker than ivory, making you try on outfits that never seemed to repeat. On your period, though, she was a little clingier.

“Edward wrote from Belgium,” she’d say, absentmindedly curling her fingers inside of you. Most rooms in the Cullen house didn’t have a bed, so she would settle for the floor – letting you lean against an antique loveseat, skirt pooled around your waist and three crimson-stained digits buried in your cunt. “He’s so old-fashioned. Bella just calls, but no, he doesn’t want Nessie around too many screens. As if the poor thing won’t be fourteen this fall. Oh, and Jasper’s coming home tomorrow. He's already sick of Portland.”

Jasper wasn’t allowed within two hundred miles of Forks when you were on your period. Not after the tampon incident.

If you were loud enough, and you almost always were loud enough, Rosalie would come to your rescue. That was why she was your favorite.

Your time with her was largely spent outside, where it was a little more difficult to be tempted by the blood coursing through your veins. You’d sit on a riverbed with a book in your lap while she kept a measured distance, breaking the silence only to remind you to eat or drink or stretch your legs – little human inconveniences the others liked to forget about. Emmett, meanwhile, would take a more active approach to babysitting, pestering you to skip rocks or trying to make you laugh. Occasionally, he wouldn’t make it to your little picnics, and inevitably, you’d find a pair of your panties missing from your dresser the next day. Eventually, they’d turn up mixed in Rosalie’s collection – always nearly torn to shreds. You tried not to hold it against him. At least he had the decency to disregard your personhood behind your back.

You liked Emmett, but you liked Rosalie more. She was the only one who’d raised her voice to Carlisle the night he brought you home, the only one to continually acknowledge the issue of expecting a lamb to live among its butchers. It was nice – having someone willing to advocate for you. Or, to be able to believe that someone might, at least.

Once, you’d even asked her if she’d be willing to let you escape. Not even help, really, just leave a set of car keys where you could find them, or tell you where Carlisle’s security cameras were hidden, or refuse to cooperate while the rest of her family hunted you for sport. She’d taken minutes to answer. Time seemed to be an overabundant resource to eternal creatures. They were prone to letting it slip by in quantities that often made you, a being with fewer days to spare, feel sick.

“If I thought your life was in danger.”

Your life, of course, referring to your humanity. You doubted she’d have so much sympathy for you once you’d been reduced to yet another walking statue.

“It might not be something they plan.” And then, pulling your knees into your chest, “I’m really scared, Ro.”

She hadn’t said anything. When your attention turned back to your book, she asked you to read aloud.

Later on, Carlisle would come home. He’d spare a quick greeting for the rest of his coven, find whatever pantry or cupboard you’d attempted to hide yourself away in, and guide you back to your bedroom.

Intimacy wasn’t uncommon with him, but penetration was saved solely for your period. He was always slow, always gentle, but when you were bleeding, it was nearly agonizing – his hips grinding lazily into yours, his hands curled around your oak headboard, his unblinking eyes never breaking away from yours. No mind was paid to the unmarred white of Esme’s sheets. He’d watch lovingly as pink-tinged arousal dripped down your thighs, murmur sweet nothings as you cried and whined and whimpered for him to stop, that it hurt, that it wasn’t safe. If he felt like talking, he might list off the medical benefits of period sex – pain relief, stress reduction, heightened libido – or promise to be more careful next time, to have more patience in the future. Most nights, though, it was just your desperation, his adoration, and the dull sound of marble against flesh.

He didn’t need to sleep, but you weren’t so resilient. No matter how many times you came, he’d only let you go when your eyes grew too heavy to hold open, when your sobbed protests died down into little, sniffling complaints, when you finally went limp underneath his rigid form. He would sigh as he pulled out, not sparing any words of comfort before taking you into his arms. There’d be a bath, always so impossibly lukewarm, and then some humiliatingly frilly nightgown – more fitting for a toddler from his era than and adult from yours. If you were lucky, you’d still have the energy to insist on wearing a pad to sleep. If you didn’t, then Carlisle would get his way, and you’d be drenched in your own blood by the next morning.

Without fail, Esme would be perched on the edge of your bed by the time Carlisle finished. They’d both tuck you in – a pair of children putting their toy away after playtime – and you would fall asleep to the vile sounds of Esme lapping your blood off her husband’s cock.

[peachymilkandcream]

For The Glory Of Humanity|Part 15|Erwin x Reader

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, forced/arranged marriage, misogyny, domestic violence, yandere themes/behaviours, violence, Erwin being a (g)rape apologist, power imbalance, age difference, verbal/emotional abuse, murder, sexual coercion, blackmail, attempted suicide, etc.

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The reality of her situation had started to hit hard. Since her little trip away from Erwin's grasp his mood continued to sour. Now suspicion plagued his mind about leaving her for even a moment. He brought her to work with him, stifling her with his presence until she couldn't take it anymore. Her only break from his oppressive behavior was her social group, but even there she was surrounded by women who had all gossiped until they were blue in the face about her escape attempt.

She had a feeling Evelyn was the ringmaster in that circus, isolating her but also adding a touch of escape by offering friendship. Erwin had more or less threatened her to make it right with Mrs. Ackerman, something along the lines of how his life and career depended on it. And much to her sore pride she had done so, begging apology and not caring that the other party did not.

From then on Evelyn did treat her like somewhat of a friend. Better than the other women but still short and cutting down. She knew who ruled this part of society, and the ego that came with it was astronomical.

Even Mother had learned of the news. Horrified that all she had worked so hard for would go down the drain by her useless daughter unhappy with being unspoiled. The shrieking that had come over the line of the shiny new telephone she didn't know how her mother afforded was high-pitched and grainy. Berating her for such a stupid thing she had done and what would have happened if Erwin no longer took interest in her. How she almost cost the family. What a stupid and selfish brat she was.

Finally when her voice gave out the call ended, leaving the utterly alone Mrs. Smith in the quiet of her home. Erwin was still downstairs, avoiding her at all hours but night out of outrage that she had almost cost him everything, that she was comparing him to the worst of men. She knew if she told Erwin of the call he would take the side of her mother. No one was on her side anymore, no one truly cared for her well-being anymore.

What did she have to live for? A horrid husband, horrid friends with their horrid husbands, a horrid mother, a horrid existence. Only fit to give birth, bed, and eventually die. No rights, no future. Eren Jeager had promised a future where all Eldians would have equal rights with others in the world that had once sought to destroy them. Where were hers? What rights did she have that allowed men like Erwin Smith to possess a woman and do as they pleased with her?

She went to the bathroom, a headache coming on. They had been more frequent of late, a doctor attributing it to stress and the anxiety of trying to be a good bride and the adjustment to married life. The pills he prescribed meant to be taken as needed but with a proper dosage to refrain from an overdose.

As she stared at the little pills she wondered what would happen if she downed the whole bottle right now. Would anyone care? Would Erwin feel sorry for the way he had treated her? Would she finally be free?

While asking these questions it seemed like almost on their own far too many pills slipped into her mouth and slowly down her throat.

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Thankfully Erwin had been coming up the stairs for bed anyway. When he found her unconscious and not breathing on the floor he started immediate chest compressions, sending a servant for a doctor. With his battlefield knowledge he knew enough of how to keep her alive long enough for the doctor to come and treat her properly.

He shuddered to think of what would have happened if he wasn't there. His image, gone in an instant. How could the people trust him if he drove his own wife to suicide? The pills found on the ground next to her indicated what had caused this sudden life threatening accident. He was at his wit's end, unable to figure out how to keep his wife happy enough she wouldn't escape or kill herself. It was an impossible puzzle he couldn't figure out.

When she awoke, he saved the lecture for now. That would come at a later time when she was stronger. Perhaps she was getting bullied, he would suggest that Levi tame his wife a little more, a suicide could damage him too. All that he would figure out later, for now, he was just thankful she was alive.

"Erwin I-" She started, embarrassed by all of this.

"Save it. You don't have to explain yourself right now, in time yes, but not right now. Right now focus on yourself and recovering. Whatever it is that's wrong with you in the head I'll fix it."

"Erwin please, it's not that simple-"

"Enough. I will fix it. I have to."

[silkois]

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Chrollo Lucifer

Feitan Portor

Hisoka Morrow

Illumi Zoldyck

Kurapika Kurta

Leorio Paradinight

Nobunaga Hazama

Shalnark Ryusei

Uvogin

Jujutsu Kaisen

Aoi Todo

Choso

Kento Nanami

Megumi Fushiguro

Nobara Kugisaki

Ryomen Sukuna

Satoru Gojo

Toge Inumaki

Yuji Itadori

My Hero Academia

All Might (Toshinori Yagi)

Eraser Head (Shota Aizawa)

Fat Gum (Taishiro Toyomitsu)

Gang Orca (Kugo Sakamata)

Hawks (Keigo Takami)

Hound Dog (Ryo Inui)

Present Mic (Hizashi Yamada)

Snipe

Vlad King (Sekijiro Kan)

Denki Kaminari

Eijiro Kirishima

Hanta Sero

Hitoshi Shinso

Inasa Yoarashi

Izuku Midorya

Katsuki Bakugou

Mezo Shoji

Mirio Togata

Neito Monoma

Shoto Todoroki

Tamaki Amajiki

Tenya Iida

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

Yo Shindo

Dabi (Toya Todoroki)

Mr. Compress (Atsuhiro Sako)

Stain (Chizome Akaguro)

Tomura Shigaraki (Tenko Shimura)

Twice (Jin Bubaigawara)

Ouran High School Host Club

Hikaru Hitachiin

Kaoru Hitachiin

Kyoya Otori

Ritsu Kasanoda

Takashi Morinozuka

Tamaki Suoh

W.I.D.D

Notes :: There may be some characters on these lists that are debatable. If they are someone I’m willing to write under certain circumstances then it will be ITALICEZED.

WRITING

Racism

Ableism

Ageplay

Underage

Homophobia

Transphobia

Character x Character (w/o reader)

CHARACTERS

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[untitledfictions]

Introduction

Art by Me

Hey, I go by UFO, but let's get to the introduction part.

This post is just for the people so they know what I post, but here are the things and characters I post about.

Characters

Students

Izuku Midoriya

Katsuki Bakugou

Shoto Todoroki

Ejiro Kirishima

Denki Kaminari

Mina Ashido

Kyoka Jiro

Momo Yaoyorozu

Pros

Shota Aizawa / Eraserhead

Keigo Tamaki / Hawks

Taishiro Toyomitsu / Fatgum

Villians

Tomura Shigaraki

Himiko Toga

Jin Bubaigawara / Twice

Toya Todoroki / Dabi

There will be cases of me posting little snippets of characters that aren't on the list.

ex. Present Mic or Mr. Compress

Things that I put in my post

I won't but Black!Reader on my post normally, the only time I will put it is when it has something to do with the culture.

ex. Asian!Reader for Asian themes

African!Reader for African themes

Ect.

But in certain posts the characters will be a different race, like African, Indian, Latina or Latino, and more mixed with other races.

ex. Latino!Sero or African!Mina

But it won't always be like that.

What I post and don't

I do post LGBT and sometimes I will post the same scenario twice with different pronouns.

ex. Latino!Sero x Fem!Reader

Latino!Sero x Male!Reader

Things I will post

Smut (no nasty stuff like scat or bdsm)

Dark content (yandere and tsundere ect.)

Headcannons

Oneshots

Series

Any art I use that isn't mine, I will put the name of the original creator, if I get it wrong, tell me and I will fix it as quickly as I can.

And that's all

Well that's it for the introduction, I will probably add more to this, but until I do, bye.

[kelin-is-writing]

𝓚 𝓮 𝓵 𝓲 𝓷 ’ 𝓼 𝓡 𝓾 𝓵 𝓮 𝓼!

✧… all characters as written as 20+

✧… this is primarily a character x reader blog, i do not write for ships so i ask of you guys to please not request any of the ships. thank you!

✧… i write mostly fem!reader and gn!reader because i’ve got more experience with them, i apologize in advance 🙏🏻

✧… i will try always my best to write of reader as neutral when it comes to the skin color, because i want and wish for everyone to have a good time while reading what i write.

✧… the characters i write for are listed down here:

dabi (primarily), mr. compress, shigaraki.

for now only them, but the list can get updated at any time in future as i’ll learn to write more about other characters too.

✧… i will not write nor support for the following things:

incest, pseudo-incest, rape/dub-con, yandere, pedophilia, grooming, raceplay, piss kink, scat, blood play, necrophilia, pet play, toxic relationship, abusive relationship, hard gore, bdsm, cnc, gang bang/orgies, a/b/o dynamics (too confusing…).

✧… do not repost, copy, translate or alter my works please. i also ask of you to not use them for any ai bots, especially without my permission, thanks.

[mamayan]

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

Dabi

SWEET: Yan! Dabi x Fem! Darling

Yandere Headcanons (NSFW)

Soft (NSFW)

Head (NSFW)

Wall (NSFW)

Break (SFW but Dark Themes)

Crying Won’t Help (NSFW) ABO

Dirty thoughts

Do you masturbate? (Request!)

Jealous? (Request!) (SFW!)

Brat Tamer (NSFW)

Cold (Yandere Dabi x Darling)

Shigaraki Tomura

HAPPY HALLOWEEN (NSFW/NONCON)

MIND BREAK: (Dark NSFW)

Yandere Headcanons (NSFW)

Part 1: Time as a Darling (NSFW)

Part 2: Time as a Darling (NSFW)

Foot Fetish

Dirty thoughts

Do you masturbate? (Request!)

Jealous? (Request!) (SFW!)

Game Time (R) (Piss Kink) (NSFW)

Gross (Noncon) (NSFW)

Tenko Shimura HC (NSFW)

Dog (SFW • Drabble)

Manners (Tomura x Fem! Reader x Spinner NSFW)

Spinner

Do you masturbate? (Request!)

Soft s/o x Spinner (Request!)

Jealous? (Request!) (SFW!)

Cuddle Me (R!) (NSFW)

Heat Haze (R!) (NSFW)

Manners (NSFW)

Mr. Compress

Gentleman (NSFW)

Overhaul: (I will not accept requests for him!)

Better dead than alive (Dead Dove)

Fatgum

Feel Better (NSFW)

Headcanons

EraserHead (Aizawa)

Cock Warming (NSFW) (Request!)

Aizawa x villain (humor/crack)

Before Bed (NSFW/Request)

Mirio Togata

Yandere Headcanons (NSFW)

Moderation (NSFW) (x Fem! Reader)

Happy Birthday (NSFW)

Shinsou Hitoshi

Yandere Headcanons (NSFW)

Katsuki Bakugo

• Growing Pain (SFW/Hurt/Comfort)

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

For Your Safety (Yan! Noncon!)

Post dividers/@cafekitsune

[nonobadcat]

Yandere Mr. Compress X F! Reader

Rating: Explicit - for readers 18+ only 8 chapter story

Summary: Six months into your relationship with the "Incredible Mr. Compress", your future seems as bright as the stage lights under which he makes his name. However, your best friend, Harada Yumiko, has her doubts about this "perfect" stranger who seems to have magically appeared in your life. While he continues to shower you with increasingly serious affections, Yumiko's words make you start to ponder one thing: How much do you really know about Sako Atsuhiro?

TW: Rape, breeding/pregnancy kink, condom failure, unwanted pregnancy, discussions of abortion, stalking. A consensual relationship that devolves into non-con.

Dedicated to Miss_Mystery3

Chapter 1 Excerpt:

"So then tell me, my friend..." Her eyes flashed. "When were you going to tell me about this new man in your life?"

You gulped and sunk back into your seat. Your eyes rolled to the floor. "Ummmm…. Eventually?"

She tapped the table hard enough to make her manicure click. "I had to find out from my driver that my best friend was dating some sort of actor." She laid her head upon her forehead and swooned like a grandmother confronted with a store-bought version of her best dish. "Do you know how that made me feel?"

You twirled your thumbs around each other. "Sorry… you've been so busy lately..."

She smacked the wooden veneer and sneered at you. “I demand details!” She pointed a finger at your nose and narrowed her eyes. “Where did you meet him?"

You cast a thumb over your shoulder. "At a little bar down the street."

She frowned. "A bar? Didn't anyone ever tell you that you'll never meet a good man at a bar."

You shrugged. "Well, he was performing and then he asked me out later." You scratched your cheek. "So it wasn't technically in the bar..."

She fanned herself. "I cannot believe I'm hearing this." She grasped you by the shoulders. "He sounds sketchy! Break up with him, now."

You laughed. “Yumi-chan, you don’t even know him!”

She crossed her arms and huffed. “Is he even cute?”

You licked your lips and a gooey smile appeared on your face. Your cheeks glowed with embarrassed heat. You reached into your pocket and pulled out your cell phone. The lock screen background was a picture of yourself and a handsome man. The two of you had sappy grins on your face. You were making two V-shaped hands just beside your jaw and pouting your lips. He flashed a single set of bunny ears behind your head. His cheek was leaned into your scalp and the other arm was wrapped around your shoulders. His face was a perfect heart with boyish piles of soft brown waves piled on his head. Chocolate brown eyes seemed nearly molten in the hazy light. Instead of looking at the camera, they were looking at you.

Yumiko looked utterly dumbfounded. She stared from you to the picture and back again. Then a sullen frown tugged the corners of her mouth down.

You giggled. “I know, right? He’s super hot.” You rocked from side to side, clasping your hands together. “I still don’t know what he sees in me but I feel stupid lucky to have him.”

She handed your phone back to you and rolled her eyes. “There’s a catch.” She waved her hand dismissively and gave you a wicked side-eye. “I mean, sure he’s hot and all but don’t the circumstances seem a little suspicious to you?”

You cocked your head. "What do you mean, Yumi-chan?"

“I mean you met this guy at a dive bar right?” she asked.

“It wasn’t a dive bar!” You turned your head and poked your index fingers into each other until they arched. Embarrassed eyes found their way to the floor as you shuffled your feet. Out of the corner of your mouth, you muttered: “It was an open mic night.”

“Oh gee, open mic night.” She rolled her eyes. “So much classier.”

You shrugged sheepishly. “Look, I know your ex-”

A dark cloud fell over her face. She gritted her teeth and growled. “Can you just not?”

You winced and waved your hands apologetically. “Sorry! Sorry!”

Your friend crossed her arms and stared down her nose at you. “...besides, we’re talking about your love life, not mine.”

Your lips fell into a frown and your eyes rolled to the side.  It wasn’t like you really wanted to talk about it. She was the one that brought it up all of a sudden.

“How much do you know about him anyway?”

Your eyes sparkled. You began to tick off your fingers "Well… he's blood type B; he used to be part of a circus act with his grandfather." You grinned into the palm of your hand and practically squealed. "Oh my gosh! The third time we went on a date he pulled a bouquet of red tulips out of a hat! How romantic is that?!"

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I mean, how much do you really know about him? About his family? His friends?

You paused, mouth drawing tight. “...that’s…” You forced a grin to hide the queasy feeling flopping around in your stomach. “I mean…” You flipped your hand back and force as an uneasy laugher cracked from your throat like a bull frog’s croak. “Well… you know I wanted to take things kinda slow-”

“Are you having sex with him?”

Your fake smile froze on your face.

She groaned. “Oh, honey... If you’re doing the deed he isn’t taking it slow.” She narrowed her brows. “If the guy gets the milk without buying the cow-”

You gripped your upper arm and pursed your lips. “Yumiko,” you whined. “That’s super sexist!” You prodded your fingers. “Besides, the sex is fine with me. The part I wish he’d slow down is how serious he is about us.”

“What do you mean?”

You frowned and leveled her with a serious stare. “He told me he loved me after only three dates.”

Yumiko set her mimosa down and sat up straight. “That’s a bit fast.”

You nodded and ran your hand through your hair. “I told him it was too much-”

Yumiko cut you off. “And let me guess? He was all like…” She threw her voice into a fake deep murmur which made your IQ drop by several points. “...but baby because I love you I just wanna try anal once. Plleeeeeaassssseeeee.” Then she scoffed and took a large gulp of her drunk. With a dark glower, she snarled: “Men really are animals after all.”

Your eyes went wide and you waved your hands frantically. “Oh no! Nothing like that!” You folded your hands into your lap and squirmed in the chair. Your thumbs danced around each other like two cats in a fight. A warmth filled your cheeks as you bit your lip. “Actually, he was super understanding. He said it was in his nature to live fast but that he would absolutely respect my feelings on the matter.”

Yumiko’s jaw dropped. “You’re not serious?!” She slumped into her hand and groaned. “You actually believed him?! No guy is really that nice!”

Read the rest at Archive of Our Own

@awkward-confused @raygard-elvets @somechick30003 @thicchaco @shigashigashig @teachillvibes

@sadlynikki @the-midnight-slasher-thot @questylousqueer @lynaminroll @crackheadwithtoes @crispyathletepurseduck @shadyfarmcookiefish @bouncing-bunnie @serenesong @kirishimaisthatbitch @oikawascakee @brialoveskbtbb @lisajamie99 @lilypadofthelake @softdumpling @neutralchaosintheworld @asianchubs @lovely92sworld @feral-creep @arie1107 @razormoon

@serenesong @edensblog101703 @all4one @wifeofhandvillain @fallen-baron

@rare-yanderes -though Idk if this is rare enough for you

[writerbyaccident]

Misdirection (Yandere Atsuhiro Sako/Mr. CompressxReader)

Resquest: I don't see this that much, but a yandere mr compress with a fem s/o?

           Another day, another dollar. Hopefully more than that though, you prayed with a yearning glance to your tip jar. Your hopes weren’t all that high though, considering that there was only about an hour and a half left of your shift and all you had so far were two dollars and a dime. Working a minimum wage job like this was awful, you got so stressed out just from trying to get through each week. You didn’t have much of a choice though, having to take practically any job that you had been offered. And, well, you supposed that there were far worse places to work than a magic shop.

           That’s what you tried to tell yourself anyway. Hunched over a notebook with your bank app open beside it, you chewed your lip in anxious contemplation. You were attempting to figure out your budget for this week, having had to spend some of your savings to fix your car. Math was hardly suited for the threshold of exhaustion you were currently found yourself at, a fact conveyed by the multitude of scratched-out allocations covering the paper, but you continued to plug away. No matter how you moved things around though, you still came up short. Closing your eyes in frustration, you didn’t even notice the bell ring as a customer entered the store.

           “I hope that frown isn’t because of me,” a genial voice said. Startled out of your thoughts by the noise, you quickly reopened your eyes to see one of the store’s regulars standing on the other side of the counter. Despite your sour mood, you brightened slightly when you recognized the man before you. Sako came by the store at least once every week, but recently had been stopping by every few days. Each time he visited, whether it was to buy something or just to browse, he always ended up leaving you in a better mood than when he arrived. He was just always so lively, oftentimes even taking the time to show you some of his favorite tricks.

           “Of course not,” you told him, meeting his spirited brown eyes. Compress smile happily at that, the butterflies in his stomach now fluttering with excitement as opposed to nerves. When he noticed the heaviness still held in your eyes though, his smile began to fade.

           “Then, my dear, you must tell me how I might be able to turn that frown upside down.”

           “I don’t think there’s really anything you can do,” you sighed. “But thank you for caring.” Compress froze for a moment when you gave him that answer. It was bothersome, truly, how prideful you could be. He was well aware—as he made it his business to know absolutely everything about you—of the financial troubles you were experiencing at the moment. In fact, he had made this trip to the shop specifically so that he could offer his help. But if you were refusing his assistance, it seemed that he would need to get a bit more creative.

           “Well, if that’s the case, I suppose I will just take my usual then.” Nodding, you turned around to search the shelf behind you for what Sako wanted. His usual was a slim black wristband, one with a small pocket that could be zipped open and closed. They were very handy for when a performer wanted to store something small nearby without having to actually hold it. Magicians frequently wore them tucked under their sleeves to keep the props for their tricks secure. Whenever Compress bought something, he was always sure to include a few of these in his purchase. It was amazing really, how many he went through, you thought to yourself. And while the villain did certainly need more than any ordinary magician, he had buying them far more often ever since you had started working in the shop. From the first time he had met you, Compress had been utterly besotted with you. You were such a pretty and charming girl, and each time he saw you (whether you saw him there or not) you made feel as though he was receiving a standing ovation. All he wanted to do was repay you for that in some small way, whether or not you wanted him to. After all, wasn’t that what you did for the people you loved?

           Turning back around with a package of magician’s wristbands in your hands, you were understandably puzzled when presented with a once-again empty store. There weren’t very many shelves or anything to obscure your view, and when you peered around the few that were there, you still saw no sign of Sako. Now thoroughly bewildered, you wondered for a moment if you had fallen asleep at the counter due to your stress. But that possibility was disproven though, when you spotted the thick bundle of fifty-dollar bills now sticking out of your tip jar.

[freya-fallen]

Okay, but obsessive Compress... something about this man screams obsessive lover to me.

Imagine him, this perfect gentleman who always brings flowers on your dates. After all, he's a magician. Presenting you with lovely blooms is the least of his tricks.

He's one of the few LOV members who maintains anonymity for a long period of time. He is always masked, so when you meet him, of course you have no idea what he does (other than being a magician, which he's happy to share).

He'll keep you a secret from the other villains lest they develop an interest, too. He can't have Toga bleeding you or Dabi burning you. And he doesn't want to scare you away until he has you one hundred percent hooked.

There's marriage, though that's tricky, considering you'll want to meet his family. And then there's, well, pregnancy. That's a tie not even divorce can separate.

He's just the sort of magician who can figure out a way to circumvent birth control. And then he'll want to convince you to stay home and take it easy during the pregnancy. Slowly, surely, he will encourage your dependence on him. He will take care of everything, don't you worry.

And by the time you find out who he is, it's too late.

[a-detraque-barista]

𝓑𝓝𝓗𝓐 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚢𝚊 𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞

𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘𝚞 𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒

𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘

𝙺𝚘𝚍𝚊 𝙺𝚘𝚓𝚒

𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝙳𝚎𝚗𝚔𝚒

𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝙴𝚒𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘

𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊

𝙰𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚊

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚓𝚒 𝙼𝚎𝚣𝚘

𝙳𝚊𝚋𝚒

𝙰𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚊

𝙹𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝙺𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚔𝚊

𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚒 𝙵𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚐𝚎

𝚃𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝚃𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞

𝙰𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚒𝚔𝚒 𝚃𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒

𝚃𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝙼𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚘

𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞 𝙷𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚑𝚒

𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚈𝚘

𝙼𝚛. 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝙶𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚛𝚌𝚊

𝙰𝚜𝚞𝚒 𝚃𝚜𝚞𝚢𝚞

[asce-of-hearts]

Okok this is the last one for now:

Soft, period sex because im in pain and lonely at the same time and i hear it helped?

With yan!todoroki, deku and compress (Separetely please and thanks)

I'm mad at my brain cuz it keeps making these ideas that i'm not capable of writing instead of focusing on my own story.

Anyway I hoep u enjoy writing this lol

~Aly, but in Anon :D

Period sex 🍨 🎂

Contents: Yan!Todoroki, Yan!Deku and Yan!Mr Compress soft period sex scenarios

A/N: lol I wrote this on my period xdxdxdxdxdxdxd

Warnings: PERIOD SEX, NSFW UNDER THE CUT, SOFT SEX, SMUT, LITTLE TO NO EXPLICIT YANDERE, MENTIONS OF BLOOD, LITTLE TO NO PREP, GN!READER.

Shoto Todoroki - Shoto

“How are you feeling?” Shoto asks in a blank voice, as usual he seems expressionless, although deep inside he’s terribly worried. He bites his lip when you groan in pain, looking at your face you seem to be in a horrible state. He gets closer to you, using his warm side to make you feel a little better, he presses his hand against your lower abdomen, smiling softly when you sigh relieved at the warm feeling.

“Thank you” you mumble, cuddling closer to him. You try to get more comfortable, accidentally rubbing your ass against his crotch, he gasps a little at this, blushing intensely because of your actions. Shoto knows you’re in a deep state of pain and discomfort, so why not try something else to keep your mind occupied in another thing that isn’t pain?

And so his hand travels down further, rubbing soft small circles on your clit. He doesn’t mind the blood that stains his hand when he puts a finger inside you. Impatient, he puts two and then three inside, pumping them at a steady pace until you come undone on his fingers “S-Shoto” you moan as he kisses your neck, you can hear the waistband of his boxers slowly coming off his body. His well formed abs and strong arms keeping you steady as he finally places his dick deep inside your cunt. 

With a steady pace he gets his dick to touch all of your sweet spots, making you forget about the pain and discomfort you were feeling just a few minutes ago, instead, now you’re feeling blissful and pleasured by the movement of his hips. Finally, Shoto finishes inside you with a low groan, stuffing you full of his cream.

And with a protective warm hand over your stomach, you both fall asleep in company of each other.

Izuku Midoriya - Deku

Izuku’s fat cock has been inside you for a while now, the bath is still warm and you can almost stop feeling the cramps that were bothering your entire existence a few hours ago. Cockwarming Izuku during your period always helps even if it was a little bit weird at the start. You sigh relieved and let yourself fall limp over his body as he rubs small circles over your back.

“thank you so much, Izu” you say in a blissful voice, moaning a little when you feel his cock twitch inside you “no problem, baby, anything for you” his strong hands go right over your waist “but I can’t resist this warm cunt anymore, baby” he lifts you up slowly only to pull you down again, it isn’t forceful or brutal, instead his pace is slow and deep.

The water is tinted in pink and a soft red as you moan loudly, overwhelmed by pleasure. Izuku can only smile and praise you for being such a good little plaything to him, letting him use you while you’re on your period, such a dirty little y/n. 

With one final thrust from him, you come undone around his hard cock. You make him hiss as you clench harshly on him. “You’re so warm down here baby, feels like my dick’s gonna melt if you clench down like that” he keeps moving you up and down, hushing your soft hiccups as you feel overstimulated from your previous orgasm.

Once he cums, he washes your body thoroughly, letting you relax and sleep in his arms while he finishes bathing the two of you. Once you’re in a comfortable set of soft pajamas, you two drift off to sleep in each others arms.

Atsuhiro Sako - Mr. Compress

“I’m not scared of a little blood, angel” Atsuhiro chuckles, kissing your thighs with tenderness and love, he hums pleased when you shiver under his touch, gloved hands keeping your body in place. You can only try and contain little sounds of pleasure as he continues worshiping your body, killing you softly with his praises and dirty talk “so good to me, baby doll” he murmurs before his handsome features are right in front of your intimacy. He smiles, kissing your little clit before sucking on it.

Your hips jolt forward, making him chuckle once again. His laugh reverberates deep inside you, and being as sensitive as you are you cum right on his face in that instant. Stained with blood and fluids, Atsuhiro licks the remains of it that are on his hands. His dark eyes staring right at you while you get terribly flustered.

He aligns his cock with your entrance “you came so easily, dear. Guess you must really want me inside you” his tone is lusty and smooth, you can only fall under his spell without any fight or struggle “c’mon baby, tell me how much you want my cock deep inside you” he teases, grabbing your chin softly as he presses a kiss on your lips, you can still taste the metallic bloody flavor, it makes you cringe a little “please ‘Suhi, make me feel good please” you plead, and he can’t resist you when you ask him so sweetly.

Softly he makes love to you, enjoying every sound of pleasure and every moan you give him. His little angel, always so good for him to use.

hope you enjoy this!!!!!!!

have a great day/night