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This is a random smut post I was thinking about… was debating posting this on my main since I haven’t been on in so long or on my private account… but anyway.

Two heroes unlikely to be friends, find a shared interest that brings them to work closely together. Had you only noticed the signs sooner, you wouldn’t be in this position. Aren’t you supposed to be a great villain?

Yan!Hawks/Reader/Yan!All Might

CW: violence, murder, animal death, blood, PTSD, gore, drugging, stalking, noncon, breeding, double penetration, size kink, knotting, forced pregnancy (mentioned)

The quirk to pull things from thin air, something not many have inherited. But it’s not like you’re magically creating things, you’re simply pulling items from different points in time and space for whenever and whatever you need. You imagine it as your backpack sort of, it took a long time to expand the size of your magical backpack but you managed to turn it almost into an endless void.

“The villain is here!” A cop yells out and is followed by the pounding of armored footsteps. You have about twenty seconds before they reach you. Todays mission? Freeing a high security prisoner for a high price. Why? You don’t know, and you don’t care. You do a job and get paid.

You touch your pointer and thumb together and feel out the timeline to see who has a thumb print for the lock. No typical guards have it but… the warden does. You pull a pair of bolt cutters from your backpack and find the wardens location, which is in the downstairs office. With a quick snip and a yell that you can hear through the floors, you now have the key to the lock.

You pull the thumb from your backpack and press it against the lock, blood and all. It beeps and turns green, and the door opens up. A monster lays in the corner with a collar and shackles, staring up at you with a blood thirsty grin. You toss the thumb to the monster and it gobbles up the flesh in one bite. You pry off the locks with the jaws of life you have in your backpack and lean down low to the furry ear to whisper,

“Go get ‘em’ Fido.”

With no hesitation the monster jumps to attention, and sprints from the dark cell. Men and women scream as they’re mauled and ripped apart limb by limb. Bullets ricochet off of the creatures fur and fires back at the officers, turning the prison into a giant blood bath.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you pick it up, “He’s headed your way. Just having a snack first.” You answer with.

There’s a small chuckle on the other side of the phone, “Very well. I’m depositing the other half of your pay into your account now. Exactly fifty million dollars, and fifty cents.”

“Pleasure doing with business with you.” The line clicks and you drop the phone on the ground, standing up and crushing it beneath your boot heel. There can be no evidence.

You lean down once more and grab the SIM card, pulling out a pair of scissors and snipping it up into pieces.

After your long day you headed home to your luxury apartment and your favorite being in the world, your dog. He’s a big Doberman who always greets you at the door and always wants to cuddle. And on cue, you hear him whimpering before you even enter your apartment. The moment you open the door he starts wagging his butt in the air and drooling everywhere. He follows you around the apartment as you decompress and get ready for bed.

He waits outside of the bathroom door as you shower and brush your teeth, watches you obediently as you pour food in his bowl, and lays down next to you once you settle in bed. The same routine you do every single night. You wrap an arm around him after setting your phone on the nightstand and let out a sigh. You know you’ll never get a peaceful sleep with the horrors that replay in your head every time you close your eyes… but at least you know you’ll get a safe sleep with your beloved Doberman, Kevin.

Your eyes shut, and it begins again, the never ending nightmare. Faces that have been torn apart, blown apart, and pounded in stare back at you. All of the people you’ve murdered with your bare hands. Their eyes judge you in a seething way. When you shut your eyes it’s like where ring another labyrinth with more and more of them. Each time they get closer and closer. If you try to hold your eyes open they force themselves shut as if you have no control. Each time their gazes grow closer.

Until finally, one stands face to face with you. He bends his neck down so that he can get a better look, his eyelids have been burned off and no longer shut, making his gaze that much more intense. His hair has been ripped out at the roots and you remember the man you first murdered. The man who killed your baby sister. While looking at his battered remains of a face strikes terror in you, it also reignites the rage you had once felt.

He leans in closer and the stench of blood assaults your senses. It’s so heavy, the smell of so much iron makes you nauseous. No wait… this isn’t a smell you’re imaging. It’s real.

You jolt up in your bed and sweat trickles down your barely clothed body. Glancing down you notice that your tank top and panties are drenched in sweat. But that smell is what’s worse than this feeling of being on fire. Quickly you move to rest a hand on Kevin but your hand meets the comforters instead. Where did he go?

The bedroom door is wide open, and you never leave that door open. In the doorway is Kevin’s chain collar, only visible by the moonlight between the curtains. It’s as if the collar has been placed there purposefully, to taunt you. The smell was so overwhelming you hadn’t realized that its eerily quiet, so much so that you can hear your own heartbeat. You reach for your phone on the nightstand but that doesn’t seem to be in its place either.

Fuck, you’re going to have to go out there. All you can do is find something to protect yourself. You’re a well trained and skilled fighter so why are you so scared right now? You stand from your bed quietly and reach into your backpack, grabbing a pistol with a silencer on it, already loaded. You’d be an idiot if you weren’t prepared while being in the line of work you are.

You hold it straight out, arm slightly bent, finger on the trigger and ready to fire. You approach the door and peek around the corner to look in the hall. No one’s in the hall and all of the bedroom doors are shut. As you tip toe through the hall and out the stairs that overlook your living room, the stench of blood gets stronger.

Taking your first step down the stairs you make sure to disperse your wait as evenly as possible to avoid making noise. But your efforts are futile when your toes step in something thick, wet, and warm. You slip down the stairs and tumble all the way to the bottom until your back collided with the wall and knocks all of the air from your lungs.

Still holding the gun tightly you gasp for air and try to focus your gaze through the haze and dizziness. The back of your head and your entire spine screams in pain but you can’t just lay here. You try to stand up, slipping in the process but managing to get to your feet. Why is there so much of this liquid in the floor? You bring your hand to your face to examine the liquid… why is there so much blood in your home?

You reposition so you can shoot on sight now and walk more carefully. There’s nobody here, and not a single sound to guid you… only a blood trail leading you to the dining room. Turning the corner you see something worse than any nightmare you’ve ever had.

Laying on the table, is Kevin. But you don’t even need to check if he’s alive, because he’s been disemboweled. His intestines trails from his stomach and onto the ground, organs slowly slipping out on a blood trail. What absolute monster would touch your dog? What fucking monster? You’re going to have their head on a pla-

There’s only the sound of a tiny gust of wind from behind you, but you’re far too slow to turn around and face it. Two large arms wrap around you, joined by a pair of large red wings. In less than the blink of an eye, you’re sitting on the couch, held against your assailant. One of your assailants.

Before you can even try to lift your hand with the pistol, the man’s hand grips yours tightly until you hear something crack. But you’d never give the satisfaction of screaming, and instead, drop the gun. It’s not like you don’t have more.

You begin moving your fingers to press your thumb and pointer together but he’s still faster. His large hand grips your thumb, tugging on it loud with a loud popping sound. In less than thirty second he had effectively dislocated the thumb that controls your quirk in its entirety. Not even police had figured that out yet… these assailants have done their research.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when a large shadow envelops you. You look up, feeling your heart pound when you see who has taken part in the ambush of your home. “You are mighty intelligent. I have to give it you.” His voice is deep with a bass that resonates in your chest.

Voice trembling, you manage, “Why are you here All Might?”

He chuckles and leans down on one knee, still managing to be a good half a foot taller than you and he whispers, “Did you not hear me on the news? I said I’d be coming for you, the shadow of the night.”

He stands back up and your gaze follows, he sighs and crosses his arms, “I never thought I’d have such a hard time just finding a villain. You take a lot of precaution in hiding your identity. And your operations are so fast, that you’re just a shadow in the night…”

The man holding you who had been so quiet you’d almost forgotten he was, leans in close and whispers, “You underestimated how fast a hawk can be.”

The pounding in your chest starts up again and finally your fight or flight response kicks in. Adrenaline rushes through your veins and you quickly try to find a solution. With adrenaline pumping you won’t feel pain, so you’ll just force yourself to touch your thumb to your finger.

You smash your hand into the side of your thigh, pressing the tips of your fingers together and producing a knife. The only weapon that can get you out of a situation like this. You dig the blade deep into the hero’s thigh and he hisses out in pain, not budging. Once you manage to get your blade out you go in for another stab but you’re stopped in your tracks.

A large hand grabs your wrist and the other grips your pointer finger and thumb in one hand, you’re unable to even think about pulling out another weapon because the gaze of all might puts your body into so much panic that you freeze.

“You can pull out all the weapons you want.” His voice gets lower, “You’ll never be able to escape us.” In just a moment, he quickly pulls your thumb and finger all the way back, there’s a loud crack and with every single millimeter of those bones broken, you can’t help but let out a cry.

You’ve never felt something so painful. To have a gunshot wound is one thing, but to have every single spot in multiple bones completely shattered is something unimaginable. It’s as if they’ve been ground into a dust.

“Obviously she isn’t going to behave, she stabbed me for fucks sake.” Hawks says to the larger man as you waver in and out of consciousness.

“I guess you’re right, and she’ll probably wake up pretty quickly if she passes out like this.”

With the okay now, the man holding you quickly grabs a plastic baggy with a cloth in it, pulls it out and presses it firmly against your nose and mouth, with your one free and you try to rip his hand off of you but with your useless fingers waving around like limp sausages, it’s no use.

The drugs the cloth has been doused in kicks in not too long after, engulfing you in a warm sleep, one without nightmares.

Head is pounding… body searing in pain… and you can’t feel your fingers. You peel your eyes open that have been crusted shut and analyze your surroundings. You’re on a strangely large bed with large comforters on top of you. The large windows have tape over them so you can’t see in or out. There’s a television mounted on the wall with a small plain couch facing it. This room seems fairly nice at first glance.

Ignoring the pain in your body, you lift your arm from the sheets and look to examine your fingers. They’ve been completely bandaged along with the rest of your hand and wrist. They did take a pretty bad blow. While you could unwrap them and force yourself to press your fingers together, you’re a bit scared to see what they look like since you can’t even feel them.

Standing up right now seems unimaginable, probably the pain from falling down the stairs that you were to adrenaline filled to feel. The remote is laying next to you on the comforter and with your good hand you turn on the television. It’s set to the news and you set the remote back down to listen. It’s five days since the attack according to the corner of the screen.

While watching television seems like the dumbest thing you could be doing right now… what else are you supposed to do? You can’t walk, and you can’t use your quirk… you’re basically defenseless.

“Mr. All Might sir! There has been an incredible drop in crime for the past few days. Some say that you’ve even apprehended The Shadow! Is it true?” The reports all quiet down to hear the hero’s answer. The camera focuses on his face and you notice a dark flint in his eyes that you’ve never noticed before. While you may be a villain it doesn’t mean you didn’t admire heroes. You’ve seen All Might plenty of times on tv but never noticed this darkness behind his eyes.

The hero breaks the silence with a loud guffaw, “We have not apprehended The Shadow! The Shadow must be scared after seeing my most recent showdown!”

Another reporter chimes in, “Do you have anything to say to the infamous Shadow?”

All Might takes a moment to think, and averts his gaze straight into the camera. With the darkness you had saw in his eyes now dripping into his voice he says, “Wherever you run, wherever you hide. I will find you.”

There’s a small thud on the bed next to you and you practically jump out of your skin. Sitting there, so casually and relaxed, is the man who killed your dog, restrained you, and chloroformed you.

“Finally awake? I was starting to get worried, you’ve been out for days birdy~.” The man pulls his legs up on the bed and turns to face you, “You can’t worry us like that. Okay?” He coos in such a charming way that it almost makes you want to say okay.

“Get lost chicken.” You bite back.

He chuckles and places his finger on your lips, pushing at them as if he’s enjoying it. “I know you’re probably confused, but you’ll understand in time.”

You bite at his finger and with his lightening quick speed he grabs you by your cheeks, fingers digging into your flesh and leaving you unable to talk.

“Maybe I should have elaborated. You’ll understand your place. You’ll understand that you’re nothing more than our brainless wife.”

Wife? Did he say wife? Your eyes go wide and you stare at the winged man in horror. They aren’t going to put you in prison, you’re already in it. This is their fucked up game of house isn’t it? It’s always the men with power who have these fucked up fantasies.

“You figured it out already? You’re pretty smart… I was hoping you’d play dumb a little longer.” He sighs and his bruising grip on your face loosens. “That’s alright, soon enough you’ll be too dumb to understand anything.”

His hand drops form your face and down to your chest. Pulling at the t-shirt that they must have put on you. You ball your left hand up into a tight fist and throw the hardest punch you can muster into the side of his head. But your punch never lands, he grips your fist tightly, and you begin panicking, not wanting to repeat last night.

Hawks furrows his brows and presses your hand into the bed, “I’m going to do you a favor, and keep this hand in tact. I won’t be so kind next time.”

He lifts the pressure off of your hand and sits back on his heels. He shakes his head and another sickening smile stretches on his face, “You’re probably hungry huh? I’ll go make you some breakfast.” He jumps up from the bed and as he leaves he calls out, “Call me Keigo by the way!”

Psychopath. This man is an actual psychopath.

Two more days passed before anything eventful happened. You spent the days laying in bed, eating when given a meal, enduring small talk when he began to threaten you, and sleeping with no dreams at all.

According to the small clock on the nightstand it’s 1:03am. The front door opens and shuts quietly, as if not trying to disturb anyone. There’s some shuffling from the entrance, to the kitchen, and then to your door. You shut your eyes and listen closely as the door to your room opens.

Footsteps approach your bed, but Hawks has heavier footsteps so it can’t be him. You feel your bed sink besides you and a hand begins to pet your hair. “I’m so sorry I haven’t been home princess. I’ve been working on some hard cases lately.”

This voice is deep but so kind and gentle. You open your eyes and see a lanky but tall man with deep sunken eyes looking back at you. “Who are you?”

He chuckles and rests his hand on the side of your face, “I know I look different right now, but you’re smart.”

You analyze him closely and keep finding yourself looking at his eyes. They’re so blue, a deep beautiful blue. “All Might?” You ask, but this time you don’t feel terror gripping your body.

“See? I told you that you’re smart. Oh my smart little princess, how have you been?” He lifts your from your spot as if you weight nothing and sets you down on his lap, cradling you as if you’re a child.

“Oh uh… my body hurts.” You mutter. Still on guard, but knowing that fighting him will help nothing if it really is All Might.

He smiled weekly and places a kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry darling. I had to make sure you would be good and come home with us.”

Come home with us? Your theory of this being them playing house is confirmed. You shake your head and place your battered hand on his chest, pushing him back slightly. “All Might can I as-“

“My name is Toshinori, call me Toshi.” He interrupts, still smiling.

“Ah, okay Toshi…” you take a deep breath, “Why did you bring me here? How did you bring me here?”

He nods and pulls you back to his chest, preventing you from pushing back, “Of course Princess.”

He repositions do that he’s laying down and you’re resting on his chest, his arms holding you to him tightly but not painfully.

“Never had I ever seen any crimes committed so gracefully. It’s as if someone could teleport into these high security building or you could appear from the shadows. That’s why I gave you that nickname.” He hums and one of his hands lowers to you waist, gripping it roughly but still not painfully. “I couldn’t even find you on CCTV. So I studied your crimes and while I was in the middle of it, someone approached me. He told me that he had also been searching for you, and he was going to go crazy if he couldn’t apprehend the shadow. I’ve never seen him so riled up about something work related. And never in a million years did I expect him to come to me for help.”

He massaged circles into your waist and his other hands plays with your hair. “For months we studied you and your varying patterns. And after finally applying the pattern to the right crime, you fell right into our trap. That entire building was lined wall to wall with cameras. Not only that, Keigo was there.”

For months they had tailed you and you had no idea? I’m the many years you’ve been in this line of work, no one has ever even gotten a sniff of you before. “He took photos as you set that mutant monster free. The one that has murdered more than two thousand people. He had been waiting in the only air vent on top, with his phone camera recording, and eyes watching.”

To know that he had been there, in arms reach, terrifies you.

“It took us so long to figured out where you lived. Because after you did your job, it’s as if you turned into thin air. Keigo said you left the room, and then you were no where to be found. But of course we already knew where you lived by then. One of your exes had loose lips after we cut off his ears.” He chuckles, “Oh man he sure did sing.”

They both must be completely insane. Is it the pressure of being a hero? Or something they were born with? Regardless, these men are completely insane.

“After we finally got our first glimpse of you, we both fell in love. Though to say we already hadn’t fallen in love by the true beauty of your work would be a lie.” He moves his hand from your hair to your cheek, caressing it gently once again, “We’re just so happy you’re finally ours.”

Over time they became more and more affections with only Toshinori to tell Keigo when he’s gone too far. Over time you’ve slowly been fighting this reality that crushes you, yelling at you to just obey. Over time, you have not regained any feeling in your fingers. You have not bothered to use your quirk because the idea of looking at your fingers nauseates you. You don’t even look when they change the bandages.

While the days now seem to be routine, this one would change that monotony. You drag yourself from bed, and into the shower, as you do each and every morning. You brush your teeth and your hair and get dressed. Keigo and Toshinori bought you some makeup since they noticed you always wore it during your missions. Sometimes you wear it and sometimes you don’t. Today you just put mascara and gloss on.

You walk back to your bedroom and stop when in the doorway when you see your bed. The pillows have been rearranged and seemingly multiplied, arranged messily into something resembling a nest. What are they up to this time? They’ve given you multiple presents and surprised to try and cheer you up so this must be one of them.

You walk into the kitchen and Toshinori is standing in a t shirt and sweat pants and a pink frilly apron. He’s cooking something that smells delicious and before sitting down at the island you glance at the front door. You had tried to escape… once. For miles all that surrounds you is forest. No sign of civilization anywhere, and you always seem to end up back at the house. Neither of the heroes even chased you out, they just waited at the door until you tired yourself out and came inside. They forced you to bathe and then cuddled with you on the couch, watching Netflix.

You sit down on the stool and take a sip of the hot coffee and Toshinori had prepared. “Goodmorning Princess, how’d you sleep? Any nightmares?”

Now that you think about it, you haven’t had a single nightmare since you moved in. How would he know about that? It doesn’t matter. They already know you better than you know yourself. “No nightmares… I’m just hungry.”

The sound of wings flapping makes me turn my attention to one of the other bedrooms where Hawks comes out bleary eyes in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. He enters the kitchen and places a kiss on my forehead before sitting down.

Toshinori scoffs and pours him a cup of coffee. “Could you at least put on some pants?”

Hawks shakes his head, “Nope! You scared our wife is gonna like me more?”

Toshinori pauses but continues plating some omeletes, scones, and assorted fruits. “Not at all, no one wants to see your eggs popping out of your boxers is all.”

Keigo looks down and his face flushes red and he quickly readjusts. “Ah shut up already. I’m hungry.”

You all eat together on the couch and watch some Sunday morning cartoons, their attempt at a regular family weekend.

Out of nowhere your head begins to pound, and you curl over gripping it while moaning. Unbeknownst to you, the two men share a look before tending to you.

Toshinori rubs your back soothingly, “What’s wrong princess?”

Keigo grabs one of your hands in his and kisses the back of it, “Does your head hurt birdy?”

Toshinori nods, “It must be, go get the medicine from the bathroom.”

You groan and Toshinori picks you up and takes you to your bedroom, laying you down gently on the plush bed. Somehow the bed is more comfortable with all of these pillows, you thought it would be lumpy.

Keigo comes in and sits you up a little bit and signals you to open your mouth. You do as your told and he places two pills on your tongue. He helps you wash it down with a glass of water from your nightstand. “Alright birdy why don’t you rest for a bit.”

“If you need anything just call for us okay?” You can barely cling onto his words before passing out without even being able to put up a struggle.

Your whole body aches. It’s as if you’re burning up and your sweat drenches your body. It’s as if there’s fire stemming from your stomach, it’s unbearable. You sit up, ignoring everything in your body begging you to lay down again. You shuffle your legs and there’s a loud wet sound. Looking down you realize not only are you covered in sweat but whatever this slick was that’s pouring from your panties.

It’s the middle of the night now, you slept all day. You turn your head to the door which is slightly ajar, and even darker in the hallway. You would think living with two heroes would provide you with a sense of security especially at night. But it’s nothing like that.

You climb over the pillow mountain and stand up, legs shaking and body trembling. The sweat doesn’t let up, still pouring from your skin. You step out of the room and can hear rain pounding on the roof, followed by the sound of booming thunder. Finally after trailing your hand across the wall you find the thermostat, hoping to turn it down. It’s already at 65… why are you so damn hot?

You struggle towards the bathroom and lean on the sink for support. You open up the medicine cabinet and look through it for some fever reducing medicine. Advil… vitamin C… Heat inducer? You pull the bottle from the cabinet and examine the label.

Heat Inducer for animal morphs

Not made for consumption of beings that are more than 60% human

One drop under the tongue to induce heat for breeding sessions

Had they given you a heat inducer? You’re nowhere close to an animal morph, there’s no telling what it could do to you. You keep looking through the cabinet, desperate for anything to relieve this pain. All you find is a bottle of sleeping tranquilizer pills, making you realize this situation was even more dangerous than you thought.

“Oh Birdy, you should be in bed resting. Unless you’re ready?” He asks with a grin on his face.

“You’re a fucking psychopath.” You spit.

He chortles and shakes his head, “Oh darling, wasn’t that obvious?” He closes the gap with one step and grabs you by your waist, throwing you over his shoulder.

He marches back towards your bedroom but not before making a stop. He knocks on the door it Toshinori’s bedroom and calls out teasingly, “Our little birdy is ready!”

Fuck, you need to get out of this situation fast. You begin unwrapping your numb fingers frantically but squeal when you feel a sharp slap against your pussy.

“You’re so wet birdy! I can’t wait to fill you up.” He picks up his pace and you hurry on unwrapping your fingers. Finally you manage to get it off when you’re thrown across the room and onto the bed.

As Keigo approaches you you grab your finger and thumb with your other hand press then together. Nothing happens. You begin slamming them together, surely rebreaking the bones but you can’t help it as you feel your only hope slip away.

Keigo hovers over you and presses his lips against your ear, “He destroyed all the nerves connecting your fingers to your hand… you’ll never have a quirk again.”

Your body freezes and heart skips a beat. What? This was their plan all along? To strip you of the one thing that gave you power in this world? Every day you realize something worse and worse about them.

Keigo presses his hand flat against your pussy and you scramble to grab it and pry it off. He doesn’t budge, his finger rubbing slowly against your clit, relieving your pain momentarily.

You know the effects of heat, it overwhelms your body until the only thing to take away the feeling happens, sex, and being knotted. You arent going to let this drug take over all of your inhibitions.

You reach one hand up to the back of his head and throw your head forward, head butting him and leaving you with blood dripping down your face. You’re dizzy but still able to gather yourself. Keigo is laying on his side, rubbing his head and groaning.

With perfect timing someone else enters the room. A man you’ve seen every day but something has changed. The lanky man approaches you, and without a word he wraps a hand around your neck and press you back down into the bed. With his other hand he slaps your hard and you even feel your consciousness waver.

He grite his teeth and places a finger under the strap of your panties. “Is that any way to treat your husbands?”

In one fluid motion he rips off your panties and pulls your legs on his shoulders, burying his face in your warmth. Your hands shoot down to his head, gripping his hair, pulling at it and begging.

His long tongue prods at your hole and you buck your hips despite holding back. His tongue trails up to your clit and begins pushing it around with the slick he gathered from your hole. It’s like this burning sensation increases where he touches but soothes every pain in your body.

Two fingers punch your nipples and you squeak, bringing one hand to your mouth to stop your moans. Keigo looks bored as he pinches and pulls at your nipple, “Toshi’, I wanna fuck her already.”

Toshinori lifts his head momentarily, “All right all right, let me just prep her a little okay.”

Before you have time to process their words Toshinori’s tongue is back to torturing your clit. Two long slender finger begins prodding at your hole and you squeal out, “No! Don’t!”

Keigo laughs, “We all know that’s not what you really mean.” He leans down and his mouth latches onto one of your nipples sucking and leaving you shivering. You’ve never felt a pleasure like this before.

The two fingers you had almost forgotten about thrust inside of you without warning, scissoring and poking at your walls. Your hand can’t contain your moan and it echoes throughout the room. He continues fucking you with his fingers and licking and nipping at your clit. That mixed with the sensation of your sore nipples being played with you can’t contain yourself. Your back arches off of the bed and you let out a loud, high pitched moan.

Despite your obvious orgasm, the men don’t let up, in fact they get hungrier. Toshinori pushes Keigo off of you and flips you over with your ass in the air.

“Hey! It’s my turn! I didn’t get to taste her yet!” Keigo barks at Toshinori.

“Fine, but don’t… fuck her yet okay?” The lanky man begrudgingly agrees.

Keigo takes Toshinori’s position and you don’t have time to move with their speed. Keigo lowers his head and stretches his tongue to lick your clit from behind. Your fists grip the sheets and you bury your face in a pillow to hide the lewd sounds you’re making.

His tongue trails up and pokes at your hole, but it doesn’t stop there. It keeps going up until it makes contact with your asshole. You buck forward but two firm hands on your shoulders stop you. You look up see Toshinori on his knees in front of you, “Why don’t you suck on something to help ease the pain?”

You’re not given much of an option, Toshinori pulls out his dick and you find yourself fearful again. This time at the sheer length of his dick, “Don’t worry, just suck the tip okay?”

He presses the tip of his dick in your mouth forcefully and at the same time Keigo presses a finger into your tight add hole and another in your needy pussy.

You try to cry out but the vibrations excite Toshinori more, pressing his dick a little further into your mouth. The taste isn’t great but for some reason right now it addictive, you lick the underside of his shaft and he shivers, pressing his dick back until it presses the back of your throat. Normally you would have thrown up on the spot but with this drug in your system it’s like there’s no resistance at all.

Toshinori begins fucking your face violently while holding your head up by a fistful of hair. Behind you Keigo moves both of his fingers to your asshole, thrusting them in and out, stretching you in a new glorious way.

“Toshi finish up. She’s ready.” Keigo calls out from behind you, removing his fingers and slapping your push again.

The slap holes you forward and Toshinori begins pressing your face all the way into his pubes, leaving you unable to breathe. You thrash around but his pounding doesn’t stop and you feel yourself begin to black out.

Toshinori holds your face against his pubes and his dick twitches in your mouth, and you can feel his hot cum sliding down your throat. He pulls you off of him quickly and flips you over so you’re between his legs, head resting on his chest.

“You’re such a good girl for daddy. It’s time for your present.” He kisses the top of your head and your thoughts become hazy.

Keigo sits between your legs and you feel something heavy slap your pussy a few times. Each time you flinch but can’t find it in yourself to move. You glance down and see Toshinori smiling innocently with his hand gripping his thick dick. It’s curved and far longer than any man should be allowed to have. Putting that in someone would break them.

He slides it between your folds and it dawns on you, he’s going to put that thing in you. You jump up and cling to Toshinori, “Please don’t, please! Its- it will break me!”

They both laugh and Toshinori pets your head, “It’ll just be a tight fit at first that’s all.”

You beg Toshinori to not let Keigo impale you but instead he reassures you that you’ll be fine and holds you against his chest so Keigo can fuck you.

“P-please Kei’… Dont.” You whimper.

Keigo smiled and places a hand on your face gently, “Birdy… You’re mine now. You don’t have a choice.”

He thrusts his dick inside of your pussy, not warning you, and not caring that you’re flailing and crying. The stretch from his girth is so painful but he doesn’t even give you time to adjust, just starts fucking you like an animal.

“Keigo be gentle.” Toshinori protests.

Between heavy breaths and not stopping his thrusting he retorts, “You haven’t felt her yet. So stop talking.”

The pain slowly melts into an overwhelming pleasure. Your screams turn into moans of ecstasy and you can feel drool drip from your lips as you bob around on Keigo’s dick like nothing but a tiny doll. Toshinori reached his hand between the two of you and rubs your clit, not needing lube as your slick has gotten everywhere by now. He rubs tantalizingly slow circles, bringing you close to orgasm but ripping it away when he stops suddenly.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” Keigo mutters.

Toshinori begins rubbing circles more vigorously on your clit and you begin to spasm, every muscle in your body freaking out. Keigo grips your waist, nails digging into your sides and wings shivering. Your walls tighten and contract around him, forcing the cum out of him.

His cock literally expands inside of you, sending you into another mini orgasm while being completely overly sensitive. Toshinori keeps rubbing circles and with his other hand he tugs at your nipple.

You can feel it forming. The knot. He keeps trying to thrust but as the knot gets bigger he can only manage small ruts. Then it happens, it all releases inside of you, your walls squeezing and sucking the cum from his dick. He groans as his dick goes back to normal size, and your belly expands, showing just how much cum he fucked into you.

He falls backwards and wipes some sweat off of his forehead, “Give me a few minutes Toshi.”

Toshi nods and you assume it’s over. There’s no way they expect your body to handle anything else. But at the same time, the moment he pulled his dick out of you this burning painful feeling returned. Toshinori lifts you carefully and turns you so that you’re facing him.

“Alright princess, I’ll try to be gentle.” He holds your limp body over his dick, slowly sitting you on top of it.

“Too much… too much- Toshi.” You mumble.

“Oh I know princess but you’re being so good!” He coos.

He lowers you on his dick and just the tip stretches you more than Keigo did. He moves slowly but each time you recover from the pain of the last inch, the pain of the next inch creeps in. About half way down his dick he sighs, “This is never going to work, I’m sorry princess.”

Expecting him to lift you off you sigh in relief, but you couldn’t be anymore wrong. He pulls you down forcefully onto the rest of his dick and you find yourself screaming again with a sore throat.

“Hah, and you told me to go easy on her.” Keigo laughs from behind you.

“At least I’m giving her time to get used to it.” Toshinori holds you down on him firmly, your squirming will never get you out of this position.

Gently he lifts you up by two inches, and cruelly he slams you back down. He does it over and over and no words can escape you, only animalistic sounds of ecstasy and desperation.

From behind you Keigo had gathered himself together, dick already painfully hard from seeing his fellow husband fuck the shit out of you. He lined himself up from behind you and takes on the role Toshinori did before.

He begins playing with your clit and sucking on your neck, leaving you with bruises and bloody bite marks. But right now, everything feels like ecstasy, even teeth sinking into your skin. You’re too busy trying not to cum to feel Keigo lining his dick up against your asshole. It’s sopping wet with the slick from your pussy.

He places it perfectly so that when Toshinori brought you back down his length again, you’d have his dick in your ass too. Electrifying pain shoots you your spin and you fall limp against Toshinori’s chest. Neither of them spare you any kindness, thrusting deep inside of you, Toshinori fucking Keigo’s cum even deeper in your pussy.

But just as it happened with the rest of your pain, the pain of having your asshole and pussy stretched at the same time becomes pleasurable. The men bounce you on their dicks in sync, fucking you fast and hard, gripping different parts of your body and leaving you bruised.

You can feel another tidal wave of an orgasm coming over your body and Toshinori grunts out, “Fuck I’m so sorry princess I can’t help myself.”

Before you can interpret his words, there’s a poof sound and a cloud of smoke. Instantly your pussy walls begin to stretch, until you’re sure you’re going to tear in half. It stays stagnant inside of you, his dick now too big to even move if he didn’t want to pull Keigo out of you. You can feel the veins in his dick pulsating and pressing against your walls, a new kind of pleasure that no person should ever be exposed to.

“Fuck Toshi. Warning please! You’re practically crushing my dick!” Keigo yells out.

“Sorry Keigo, I couldn’t help it.” Toshinori says somewhat ashamed.

“Fuck I’m cumming again.” Keigo’s hands falls to your waist and he sits up more so he can thrust you on his dick and Toshinori’s dick.

Your head falls back onto Keigo’s shoulder, unable to catch your breath as your fucked so violently in a way that satisfies you endlessly.

It happens again, the knot starts forming. Toshinori groans as the knot presses against his dick through your walls. His dick stretches inside of you, heating up and releasing.

Suddenly, Toshinori reaches over you and grabs Keigo by his face, “Get the fuck off of her. It’s my turn.”

Hearing the hunger In Toshinori’s voice, Keigo pulls himself from inside of you and stands up to put his sweatpants back on. Toshinori pulls his pulsating length from inside of you, and grabs your by your hair. He throws you down on your stomach but you can’t even sit up before he pushes his hand on the back of your neck and lifts your ass up with his other.

“Try and lift your head and fuck you until you break.” His words scare you, because you know he’s not bluffing.

He lifts his hand from the back of your neck and presses his thumb into the whole of your pussy, managing to hold in the cum. His dick lines up with your asshole and you know you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

He presses in the tip, forcing your legs to quiver. It’s one thing to have his dick stretch inside of you, but another to have it penetrate you at this size, he presses it in slowly, ignoring your whimpers until he’s all the way down to the base. It’s instant, his hips snap forward and he begins fucking your asshole, stretching you until you finally notice the bulge in your stomach. You don’t even have to look, you can feel it.

Somehow the idea that you’re being penetrated by this huge man turns you on more. And you start moaning as he claims your ass. It doesn’t take long for his violent thrusts to slow down and his dick to start twitching erratically. His cum is just as hot as before, filling you up even more than he had before. He pulls his dick out of you but still doesn’t give you the chance to rest.

He grabs your ankles and lifts you up by them, “Sorry princess, gotta plug you up and we don’t want to leak anything.”

Your head is so numb that nothing he says registers with you. Keigo walks back into the room with two plugs in hand. Toshinori pulls your legs apart and Keigo pushes the plugs inside of you, earning one last moan from your abused body.

Toshinori sets you down in the bed and pulls your back against him. “Oh you were so good princess. You did so well today.”

Keigo lays down next to the both of you and rests a hand on your hip, “And tomorrow birdy, we’re gonna tie your legs up in the air, and fill you with our seed whenever we feel like it.”

“You don’t have to be so crass.” Toshinori grumbled at Keigo.

Keigo chuckles, “Why? She’s gonna love it. Our beautiful little birdy is going to be pregnant with our child, all nice and chubby with big swollen tits. Doesn’t that sound great?”

You’re drifting to sleep but you can feel Toshinori’s boner forming once again, “Yeah, it will be great.”

[beigehearts]

Yan!Tengen Uzui x reader

Lord Tengen had an eye on you ever since you had become a demon slayer. Once you’ve become a Hashira, his attitude seems to change from what was mild interest to murderous obsession. He couldn’t stand seeing you come back from missions all bruised and cut up, he had to protect you.

CW: Kidnapping, violence, very dubcon, slight bondage, an*l sex, v*ginal sex, slight pregnancy kink, breeding kink, animal pet names, daddy kink, butt plug, c*ckwarming

Having heard of your unconventional and flashy techniques during the trial, he had become somewhat interested. While he never directly asked anyone about you, he listened in on the murmurs of the other slayers. Though eventually his curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to visit you. While he would have preferred a flashy entrance he thought he would just make up for it later.

He watched you from the shadows, finding himself smiling when you would look around in a paranoid manner. After that he visited you a few more times but never approached you… until you approached him.

Lord Tengen had been informed that a new hashira would be arriving today but the formal ceremony to indict them in their role would be tomorrow. He got dressed as he usually did, a few naked women hurrying to dress themselves and leave. He wriggled out of his night robe and pulled his uniform over his rigid body. He combed his hair back before putting on his headband and put on the straps for his biceps. He was ready to start his flashy day!

Servants of the mansion made everybody breakfast, some eating in the courtyard and some eating in their rooms. Lord Tengen decided to eat in the courtyard with the others and sat down on a cushion next to Rengoku with Gyomei and Sanemi.

They fall into their usual morning conversations when interrupted by the cheery voice of the beautiful Mitsuri Kanroji. “Good morning everybody! I’d like to introduce you to the newest shadow Hashira!”

From behind Mitsuri you appear before him, a surprise he had not expected. All of the men offer a short introduction including Lord Tengen… but Lord Tengen was not feeling quite like himself for a reason unknown to him. His flashiness was nit quite as flashy as usual, a predicament he’s never found himself in.

No one seems to pay him any mind and Mitsuri and the newest Hashira continue on their tour of the mansion. All day he continues thinking about you, unable to form any other coherent thoughts. What was wrong with him? No one had ever occupied his mind so easily and it began to annoy him very quickly.

The sun had already fallen and it was completely silent with exception to the low ambiance of the singing insects and gusts of wind. You were unable to sleep, terrified of having to commit yourself to the cause no matter what during tomorrow’s ceremony. You knew what you were getting yourself into but the ides of it being official caused dread to loom over you.

Giving up on the pathetic hope of sleep you decided to venture to the nearby river. You knew if a demon attacked they would be incredibly weak ones and decided to push away any doubts.

Certain parts of the river run slow while others had currents that could pull you under, so you decided to go to the one spot some of the other Hashira’s said they liked to cool off in.

Once arriving to the calm pool, you undress from your sleep attire and place tour sword down nearby in case anything happens. You approach the edge of the still pool that seems to travel downwards infinitely, and dip your toe in.

For some reason this area isnt that cold. It definitely isn’t the most comfortable but pretty nice once you get used to it. Without a second thought you jump into the water, plunging down deeper into the colder depths. You quickly swim back up to the too where its much warmer and gasp for air, being stunned after the unexpected hypothermic cold. That’s not right though, it’s never that cold.

Quickly you turn to jump out of the pool but a large slimy hand grabs you by your ankle and pulls you under. You gasp for air just moment before plunging back under and attempt to pull your ankle away to no prevail. Eventually, once again submerged in the hypothermic waters it halts, bringing your face to its own with another large slimy hand pushing at the back of your head.

You open your eyes and freeze in terror at the sight. It’s a demon covered in a strange black sludge but the worst part of all are the 56 piercing eyes protruding from different places all over it’s body. The large hand holding your ankle slides up your calf, then your thigh, halting at your waist. The arm begins to stretch until it wraps around your waist, his hand dangling in front of your crotch.

The burning sensation of losing oxygen begins to bloom in your lungs and you focus on holding your breath more than anything, practicing your breathing. All the while trying to fight back but losing the battle when his free hand holds your hands above your head. One of the large slimy fingers slid down swiftly, between your folds and to your hole, rubbing against it.

You let out a cry but immediately regret it, knowing you just lost a good two minutes of air. His finger prodding at your hole finally slips inside with no resistance, the sliminess allowing it’s ease. You grit your teeth and tried to focus on nothing more than your breathing… but it’s pretty hard when your hole is being stretched out wider than it ever has been.

Another finger snakes its way further back, beginning to rub at your tight, fragile asshole. You writhe against the hands restraining you but when a finger begins pounding your pussy at a rapid rate your body goes slack. While the demon pounds away, he begins snaking his other finger through the tight rung if your asshole. It takes all of the will power in your entire being to not lose all of your air.

The fingers begin thrusting at a bruising rate, one after the other. Giving your body absolutely no time to recover, you can’t help but gasp for air. A mouthful of water enters your lungs and you cry out. The burning in your chest is like fire and the most unimaginable pain. After what feels like hours of drowning, warmth replaces all of the pain of your body and your vision begins to blur.

At least this part isn’t painful. Maybe in your next life you can continue your mission, but for now… you’ve failed.

Lord Tengen approached the river, having heard some strange rumbles in the ground, and the very faint frequencies of a demon. He continued forward to the area that the hashiras often lounged in and furrowed his brows at the scene. Your clothes were folded neatly to the side and your sword was placed by the edge of the pool.

Immediately he drops to the ground and knows to jump to action when he hears a gargled gasp from the depths. He places his shoes neatly next to the pool, before he dives into the water. He finally feels the demons presence, somehow it had been able to mask itself pretty well.

That’s when he spots it. You’re suspended in the water by tendril-like hands, two fingers fucking your weak body with no mercy. He propels himself forward, too fast for the demon to even detect him. And cuts off the hands holding you, and then saws of his head with a passion that his flashiness could never live up to.

Lord Tengen pries the fingers from off of your body, and out if your abused holes. He swims up quickly and hops out of the water, landing on his feet. He sets you on the ground and performs intense, bone breaking CPR. You vomit out gallons of water, beginning to suffocate from not being able to control the water pouring from your body. Eventually it finally ends and you gasp out, catching your breath in your burning lungs. Your body goes into panic mode once realizing what had happened and you lose consciousness once more.

Instead of rushing you back to the mansion, Lord Tengen watches your pathetic figure cling to life with weak sputters and gasps. He then sits back and pulls your limp body onto his lap, holding you close to his body. He isnt worried about whether or not you’re dead because he can hear your streaky heartbeat.

He examines your naked and pathetic form. While he knows he should feel bad for you, he can’t hell but begin fantasizing about your body. His eyes trails from your best red face, down to your shoulders, and your perky breasts. His mouth begins to water, just looking at your body. Gaze continuing down your body, his cock begins to harden, digging into your side.

Lord Tengen’s gaze freezes on your nether regions. Both of your holes were gaping wide open, clenching on the air as it begs to be refilled. Thick black sludge leaks from your vagina, and joins the rest of the substance that pours from your asshole.

He should feel sorry… he should be sympathetic…. But he isnt, he’s horny, and he’s angry. He promises himself to not lay a hand on you until you were completely safe in his control. That way he doesn’t slip up in the moment. So instead he watched painfully as you continued daily life, making friends, and even flirting back and firth with Rengoku.

It made his blood boil having to watch you from afar for months. But he knew it would be worth it with the amount of time and preparation he puts into his new life mission: capture you, and protect you.

As for the event at the pool on the river, you never mentioned it to anyone. There’s no way you could have thought it was a dream with the way the sludge clung to your cervix and the walls of your asshole. Lord Tengen had tried to clean you up but it would never have been perfect.

You decided that the other Hashira finding out about this incident might damage your reputation especially as the newcomer. So instead, you never spoke a word about the night you were ravaged until you passed out, and woke up in your bed.

About 8 months has passed since that incident, and you’re at your boyfriend’s home, eating the breakfast he made you in bed.

He furrows his brows as he sits next to you, “I’m a little worried about you approaching that village, the demons there are incredibly strong and ruthless.” He shakes his head and takes a sip of his coffee, “No, you will be great. You’re a strong Hashira, I’m foolish to worry!”

He pauses and rests his hand on yours. Rubbing circles on your palm with his thumb. “But do be careful please.”

You smile and nod, “Of course! I can take care of myself Rengoku but I appreciate your concern.”

For the rest of the morning you cuddled with Rengoku and listened to the rain while talking about the latest gossip. While its not his favorite activity he endures it for you.

Finally its time for you to go home, your crow making sure to notify you one hundred times. You gear up and kiss Rengoku’s cheek. “When I get home I want to have the feast of a king!”

Rengoku smiles, returning your gesture with a kiss to the too of your head, “Be safe, Ill be waiting.”

You share one last kiss before you head off on your adventure to the infamous demon-riddled town. Though, you would never get the chance to figure out that mystery, or the chance to figure out any mystery soon.

You were resting on a make shift cot in an abandoned home that was on the endless trail to your destination. You angle your sword so that it stays clipped to your belt while you sleep, in case of attack. You’ve learned to sleep with your hand resting on the handle, ready to draw it in the blink of an eye.

Nearby a man had been waiting patiently for the moment her breathing changed slightly- indicating your slumber. He follows the sound and approaches the rundown house, making sure that he remains undetectable. Apparently you had verb feeling cocky and made no effort to lock or block entrances, naively believing you would sense it. Perhaps a demon you could sense but you’ve never been head to head with a Hashira.

The door to the room you’re resting in opens ever so slightly, but your only reaction is a small twitch. Your new enemy slips into the room, approaching you to admire your body and impressive form during your sleep. Holding the handle of the blade as if you were awake and ready for battle.

The man stretches his foot outwards, bringing his foot down to hook under your sheathed sword and slip it off of your belt. You had greatly underestimated the speed of your opponent. The man moves so fast he looks as if he’s a blur, you’ve never seen such speed like this. He flips you over onto your stomach, resting himself on your calves with his hands gripping your wrists, pulling them behind your back.

You try to writhe from his grasp but he’s a human who’s twice as big as you with more advanced skills than you.

“Its been a while since I last saw you my love.” He says so casually, so smoothly, so charmingly. He makes it sound as if this is a typical interaction.

“Lord Tengen, why are you here?!” You question.

“No pleasantries? Oh that’s all right, I’ll give you a pass this time.” He sighs and begins tugging on your right arm a little harder. “Its a shame, I really thought you were going to be a strong and well-respected Hashira. Ever since I first saw you, I expected great things.”

“What do you mean Lord Ten-“ you’re cut off when his quick hands lace yours together with some rope and ties it to a hook in the wall. You’re lifted from your position, back still facing him, and face pressed against the wall. As much as you want to fight back right now, you know its better to wait and find an escape route than fight opponents much stronger than you.

He presses his front against your back, one arm reaching around to open your buckle. This isnt a behavior you ever expected from the Hashira, and it terrifies you.

“What do you think the other Hashira might think if they found out you had your tiny asshole and pussy gaping for a demon?”

Everything rushing through your head comes to a complete halt when you hear those words. He was there? The night that you were assaulted and humiliated, he was there?

His fingers finally manage to unclip your belt and wastes no time in sliding underneath your pants and tugging at your under garments. “I apologize that our first time wont be flashy, but I can’t hold it back anymore after I had to delay my plan.”

“W-what plan Lord Tengen?” You whimper out.

He clicks his tongue, “Nothing you need to worry your pretty head about. Your boyfriend was only a slight bump in the road.”

Rengoku? Rengoku was preventing him from what? You’re snapped back to reality when two fingers rub at your throbbing clit. Since when did your body feel so hot? Are you… turned on? No, you can’t be. You’re being completely humiliated once again but now by someone you trusted.

His fingers slide down to your hole and tease it, drawing circles around the aching entrance. Your body yearns for his touch, and you don’t have enough self control to hold back. After your encounter with that demon you found that your breasts have been sore and nipples overly-sensitive. At night your cunt ached to be filled like it had been before. You tried to satiate the hunger through intimate moments with your boyfriend but you remained hungry.

For some reason, with this powerful man touching you and betraying you, you seem to be somewhat satiated. As if this is the right way… that demon must have left a spell on your body that no one caught, leaving you aching to be filled by a dominant being. Was this all part of his plan?

Wetness pours from your hole and he provides no preparation otherwise before ramming his fingers inside of you. You let out a feverish mewl and your hands ball up into fists and toes curl. His movements are steady and rapid, not faltering in the slightest. As much as you try to rock back and forth on his fingers, he holds you in place.

Your pussy clenches around his fingers, begging them to push deeper and touch your most sensitive spot. Lord Tengen obliges and his long fingers press deep inside until his knuckles are digging into your pelvis. He rubs the two fingers against your most sensitive spot. Your back arches and you press yourself harder against the wall.

His assault of your pussy stops just as you feel you might orgasm, and Lord Tengen leans forward. His lips press to your ear and he flicks his tongue at your cartilage, earning a shiver from you.

“Oh what would poor Rengoku think if he saw you like this?” As he speaks another finger slides down your folds, past your folds, stopping at your asshole. “His precious woman, dripping and eager for the touch of the man assaulting her.”

While everything he says is horrifying, you’re too concerned about the finger circling your only virgin hole. “What would he do if he saw you dripping…” his finger begins pressing at your hole with help of the lubrication it collected from your pussy. “With my seed?”

Before you can process his words, two fingers resume their assault on your pussy now with another finger stretching your asshole. You cry out and bang your bound fists against the wall, squirming as the pain of both holes being stretched brutally shoots jolts of electric pain up your spine.

No matter how much you beg or cry, he continues with his merciless pace. Your throat is hoarse from yelling but after a while you don’t need to yell anymore. The pain had melted into some sick pleasure that made your legs shake.

“Oh what, you’re enjoying it now bunny?” He rips his fingers out of both of your holes, and your body falls forward so that your hot skin presses against the cold wall.

Lord Tengen removes the rope from your wrists, wrapping his arm around your torso and pulling you back against his chest. “Don’t pass out on me now bunny, I need you awake.” Your jolted back to reality when two sharp slaps strike your cheek.

“Who’s bunny?” You ask in a stupor.

The hand wrapped around your chest find its way to your breast, beginning to grope at the flesh. He chuckles and his free hand finds its way to your thigh, “You are. Do you want to know why you’re my bunny?”

Instead of fighting back and telling Lord Tengen you don’t belong to him, a haze fogs over your brain and skews your judgment. You nod lazily and relish in the hot and possessive touch of this powerful Hashira.

He begins grabbing and pawing at your inner thigh, slowly traveling up. “When I first saved you from that demon, you looked so small and frail… but so plump and erotic.” His fingers begin sliding between your folds again, causing you to buck forward at his touch.

“And I thought to myself… I want to breed you like a rabbit. I want to stuff you with my seed and watch your belly become round.” Quickly he retracts his hands from their places and grips your waist, lifting you in the air with ease. Your writhe in his grasp when you feels something hard rubbing back and forth from your clit to your asshole.

“Ah what a hard decision, which hole do you want me to fill first bunny?” Hearing his question only adds another heavy layer of humiliation to this entire situation. You press your eyes shut tight, hoping to wake up and this all be a dream.

“No answer? You’re giving me the choice? You’re so kind little bunny.” He rubs back and forth between each hole one more time, before pausing at the hole you really dreaded him choosing. “Then I think I’ll choose this one, that way when Im done…” he begins pressing your body down on his dick, the very tip causing stinging pain from the stretch.

“I can fuck your pussy while looking at a flashy plug keeping my seed inside you.” With his statement made, he became determined to skewer you with his dick. He pulls you down a little further, but no longer stopping to let you get used to the pain. Just slowly pulling you down, paralyzing you with pain.

Finally you manage to say something after about four inches have invaded your ass. “L-Lord Tengen!” The end of his name is high pitched when you feel his cock flex inside of you, making you realize you can feel the invasion in the bottom of your stomach. “How big are you?!”

Not only does it seem like he’s long- he’s wide. Rengoku’s dick is long but doesn’t even compare to Lord Tengen. “Ah about six inches, and you’re about five inches deep.”

Knowing that the pain would not last much longer, soon enough you would be-

He stops moving, and you hope that he’s done, but his words don’t provide you comfort. “Ah but that is when im soft of course. Sorry bunny I’m getting impatient.”

There’s no time to react, he pulls you down until your asshole makes contact with his pelvis, stretching your cheeks apart. A long and fat eight inches pry you open as it twitches and dribbles with precum. The precum feels so hot inside of you, something surely to be an effect of whatever spell had been cast on you.

A mix of cries and moans escape your lips, your body unsure of if it wants to be wrecked snd stuffed or if it wants to fight back and run. Though even if you magically could fight back, it would be useless.

“Ah~ listening to your pathetic harmony just makes me want to break you.” He lifts you up again and begins pounding away relentlessly. You scream, finding your voice again and destroying your vocal chords again.

Your body spasms around him, seeming to only make him harder and hornier. Every time he bottoms out you feel his balls slap your pussy, adding to your over sensitivity.

“Tell me bunny!” He says as if not at all tired from fucking you so violently. “How does daddy’s cock claiming your hole feel?”

How does it feel? Your body seems to be getting hot and hungry again. Relishing in every time he bottoms out and his dick rubs against the back of your cervix. Its a feeling you never had even imagined of. Its like you were made to fit Lord Tengen’s cock, an appendage not made for human use.

“It feels so good Lord Tengen!” You manage to scream out before continuing to gasp at the destruction of your asshole. It feels as if a knot has formed deep inside of you, ready to snap at any moment.

He holds you down firmly against him with one arm and reaches his other hand to toy with your swollen clit. He begins to rub circles into your clit while snapping his hips up into you over and over. The knot snaps. Your throat is raw from screaming and moaning and you’re reduced to gasps, cries, and spasms.

Your body convulses around his dick and he can’t help but fuck you harder and faster at inhuman speeds. Your pussy gushes with your juices but even after you’ve orgasmed he keeps continues to fuck your ass and assault your clit. Finally after a few last spasms of your walls, he bottoms out again and his dick begins to pulse as it readies to release.

Drools dribbles from your chin as the overstimulation from everything sets in. His dick finishes with one last big twitch and his cum begins to flood your hole. The hot semen and continuing movement on your clit driver you into another overwhelming orgasm. Your walls milks his dick completely dry and fills you to the brim.

Finally after removing his hands from you, you hope to get a moment to relax. That doesn’t happen of course. He wraps an arm under your knees, lifting you as he stands up, some how lodging his dick even deeper inside of you. He walks to the corner of the room where he left his jacket and reaches in the pocket, holding you while lodged inside you firmly.

With item in hand, he stands in front of one of the windows to show you what he just retrieved in the moonlight. Its an oddly shaped, smoothly cut piece of stone with what looks like a circular ruby at the end of it.

“I had it specially made for you. I know it looks a little big but I just stretched you out and I want to make sure that my seed stays inside of you.” Was he… was he going to put this inside of your asshole?

As he always does, he leaves no time for questions and has you back on the bed. Your face is buried in the mattress and he’s holding your legs up so that he’s still inside of you but your ass is in the air.

“Alright take a deep breath bunny, this might feel a little weird.” Instead of arguing with him and wasting time, you decide to obey to minimize whatever it is you might feel.

He pulls his dick from inside of you and before any of his seed can leak out of you, something cold presses at your entrance. He pushes it inside and it stretches you out just slightly more than Lord Tengen had, likely to ensure it keeps everything inside of you.

You squirm when it finally sits inside of you, your asshole beginning to tighten to fit the thinner stem of the item. “See bunny? It looks so flashy! Its perfect.”

You hope he’s finally satisfied but you know it isnt true. He sets your knees down on the bed doesn’t allow you to lay down. One hand presses down on the back of your neck and his legs press against your firmly, preventing you from moving back or forth.

His large and still hard dick rests on your back, somehow already leaking precum. “Be a good bunny and keep your head down unless you want me to truly break you.”

He releases your neck and straightens back up, knowing you wouldn’t dare disobey him at this point. He pulls back a little bit, and directs his dick to prod at your open entrance. One hand grips your add tightly, his thumb pressing on the plug inside of your ass, making you grip the sheets.

“Feels good right? Just wait until you find out how it feels to have both holes filled.” He presses his tip into your hole, snd you prepare yourself for the slow torture of him bottoming out.

That’s not what happens. He thrusts his hips forward, pressing into you hard and forcefully. Your vision goes white once his hips meet with yours. His cock presses against your cervix and the pain is unimaginable.

He fucks your pussy wide open despite you having gone completely limp unlike what a sane and normal human being might do. He removes his prodding thumb from your plug and instead uses it to grip your hip tightly. With his other hand he delivers a bruising slap to your ass. The sudden slap wakes you from sudden loss of consciousness and you try to pull away from Lord Tengen.

His grip is so tight that even if you kicked your legs you would remain exactly in place. He spanks you every time you try to escape him, but now you’re begging to be spanked.

“What was that bunny? You want me to make your ass red? Anything for you.” He continues spanking you and your body begins to accommodate for his size. Tricking you into thinking that this is a pleasurable experience, so much so it feels like you had been slipped an aphrodisiac.

Your walls beg to be filled just like your ass wad and Lord Tengen doesn’t keep you waiting this time. His hands steady on your hips and he jerks his hips erratically until he knows he’s about to fill you.

Quickly he pushes your legs forward and flips you, pressing your legs against your chest and into a heavy mating press. One hand reaches around and continues to push and tug on your plug while his dick releases deep inside you. Your body shakes and quivers but you can’t even flail for your final orgasm because of the mating press.

Your juices mix with his seed as he fills you up. Surprisingly nothing leaks and he moves back only slightly, making sure he stays inside of you. He pulls your legs down so that you’re more comfortable and flips onto his back, rolling you onto his chest.

Every now and then his dick will twitch and make you do the same. He refuses to take it out of you, stating he needs to make sure you’re well fertilized.

“Lord Tengen?” You call out knowing you’ll drift into slumber any moment now.

One of his arms is wrapped around your back snd holds you against him firmly so his cock continues to plug you. “Yes bunny?”

“What are you going to do with me?” You ask, beginning to doze off.

He rubs the back of your head and smiles, “I told you, you’re going to have my babies, and im going to keep you pregnant for a long time. I always wanted to know what your milk tastes like.”

“People will look for me…” you protest with your last bit of consciousness.

“You’re naive my bunny. They’ll think you were killed by a demon in the most dangerous village. All the while you’ll be spending every moment filled with my seed and thinking about being pleasured by me.”

Oh. Of course. What else would it be? The way he says it makes you feel like you were dumb to ask. It doesn’t matter… you finally get to sleep. Sleep peacefully knowing you’ll wake up to be used again.

“Rest well darling, you’ll need your energy tomorrow.”

[beigehearts]

Yan!Hawks/reader

You’re a well respected police officer and known for your incredible work and high apprehension rate. One day you volunteer in helping at a student hero drill. There you meet someone else who was helping find yourself becoming friend with pro hero Hawks. While you saw him as an incredible hero who could do no wrong, he knew he would do unspeakable things to you.

Notes: someone asked me if I would write about eggpreg and I said no at first but I read some of it and thought id give it a try…

CW: stalking, noncon, forced egg pregnancy, knotting c*mflation, cervical sex, an*l insertions, degradation, forced org*sms, violence, dumbification, kind of infantilization, spanking, dom /sub vibe, fingering, some petplay, breath play, DP, mind break

On your days off you liked to volunteer around the city do that’d exactly what you’re doing. Today dome student hero’s are running drills and they were appreciative to have an experienced officer help guide students. The situational drill today is a partially collapsed structure that could crumble on top of more victims at any moment. You follow students around snd give then direction when they’re unsure or correct their actions. Though eventually its your turn for a lunch break.

You retreat to one of the tents nearby set up for staff and volunteers to eat and relax. You sit down in a chair and crack open a bottle of water, downing it snd then beginning to chow down on some musubi that the students made.

Its pretty quiet, most of the volunteers on lunch had taken their lunch to go, probably wanting to sit somewhere more peaceful for a bit. The ruckus of the drill doesn’t bother you much, you’re able to tune it out.

Though you manage to zone out as well. A pro hero who had begrudgingly agreed to help with this drill watched you as you zone out, even starting to nod off. Strands of your hair fell in front of your face snd he fought the urge to run up and brush it behind your ear so he can see you more clearly.

He approaches the tent and you don’t notice his presence until he sits on the table next to the chair you’re sitting in.

You rub your eyes blearily and they widen when you recognize the man in front of you. “Oh pro hero Hawks! Its an honor to meet you! Im an office for th-“

He chuckles and cuts you off, “I know who you are, everyone knows who you are. Its my pleasure.”

You nod and straighten up from your relaxed position. He notices your change and he continues, “Ah don’t be so uptight! Today we’re equals, today we share a mission.”

You smile and nod, “Of course Hawks. Im glad to be working with you.”

He pats the too of your head and stands up, “Call me Keigo, lets get a drink some time okay?”

“That sounds great!” You chime.

He nods and sets off, probably needing to get back to his position. While his gesture of the drink is kind, its probably an empty one that all heroes give to coworkers. You sigh and finish with your meal, getting ready to work again.

While you had your doubts, Keigo intended to stay true to his word. You didn’t see or hear from him for about a week or so until one day while you were in the parking lot of the station, he approached you.

He asked if he could take you for a drink right now and he would send for a driver to take your car home so you could Uber. Obviously you would be stupid to say no to an offer like this. If you became friends with this man it could be tremendous for your career!

The two of you had a really fun time talking and you decided he was truly a great friend. Twice a week you and Keigo went out for drinks and if you had a day off on the weekend he would take you out shopping.

While he definitely treated you like a girlfriend you had made it clear that you didn’t want that kind of relationship with him and he respected his boundaries. That being said he labeled the two of you as best friends.

He never laid a finger on you set aside for hugs and some hand holding. Or if he braids your hair… or if you have food on your face. Other than that he respects all of your boundaries so what else could you ask of him? And as you had hoped for, your friendship was doing wonders for your career. You has finally taken the role of chief of police from the man that did everything to keep you down.

Life is great, you couldn’t ask for anything else in the world.

During this time Hawks had tried to stay content with being your friend. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t jerk off thinking about you. Thinking about ramming his dick all the way past the knot into your pussy. Releasing his seed straight into your womb.

Oh god its all he wanted. He thought about ravaging your body constantly. Every time he looked at you all he could imagine is what face you would make cumming around his cock and if your moans would be as erotic as he hoped.

Every time he touched your face he had to fight every urge and want that begged him to devour you right then and there.

It was just too much for him, he had to have you, all for himself. He would try to do it with your willingness but if not was ready to take more aggressive actions.

On a day you and Keigo were supposed to drink he shoots you a text.

~bird man~

Wanna come 2 my place 2nite? We can watch movies and I’ll make us drinks

You thought about his offer for a long time. Was this a date he was asking for? No, you’ve been very firm in saying you only want to be friends. He’s been very respectful of that. Friends watch movies and drink together all the time, it can’t be that weird.

-you-

Definitely! Address?

~bird man~

Don’t worry about that dove! Sending driver for your car, and driver to pick you up

C u soon!

This was a common occurrence, he would send your car home with a driver so that he could get you an Uber or drive you home after drinking. While some part of you is yelling at you, screaming this is a bad idea, you push those thoughts away. Its going to be fine, Keigo is your good friend, your best friend! He would never do anything to hurt you.

As promised, a driver came and you gave her your keys to take your car. Another driver opens the door to her car and waits for you to take a seat. Keigo always sent women drivers, he wanted to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible.

The drive is about thirty minutes, you cross half the city before you finally come to a stop. The driver opens your door for you and hands your bags to another attendant, who leads you inside the building. Before following you look up and see a giant modern mansion standing between a thick brush of trees.

Toy had no ides that city had forests like this, or houses this big either. The attendant guides you up the stairs to the front door, ringing the doorbell for you.

A few moments later you hear footsteps approach the door and the fluttering of wings. The door opens and hawk stands there, looking sweaty and somewhat tired. He leans against the doorway and smiles. He’s wearing a button up that’s revealing a lot of his muscled chest, and a loose tie hangs from his neck. Beads of sweat falls down his face and neck, lit by the dim light of his entryway.

“Ah thank you Kiyoko, I’ll text you again if I need your services. Have a good night.” He smiles and she bows, hands him your bags, and retreats back down the stairs to her car.

He stands up straight and opens up the door for you to enter. “Sorry im such a mess, I just got off a patrol. Let mr just take a quick shower.”

“Oh yeah of course! Take your time Kei’ I don’t mind at all.” You smile and he leads you Through the grand foyer and to the living room. It has a cough that’s built into the floor so you have to step down into it. In front of it is a large screen and to your left the entire walk is clear, allowing you to look straight out at the forest. The sun has already set so there’s not much to see.

“Make yourself at home, I have a mini fridge stocked with drinks and a bar filled with liquor.” He heads off down the hall and you hear a door shut in the distance.

Taking his advice you make yourself a nice tall glass of gin and tonic and sit back down on the plush couch. Its more like a bed than anything but it is comfy as hell.

The remote is laying there so you turn on the television and put on the news for until Keigo comes back. You sip on your drink in the dim light and listen to the anchors drone on and on.

“Today Pro Hero Hawks defeated a gang of dangerous villains terrorizing the west side of the city. Consultant Suzuki Ayaka, do you have anything to say?”

“Thank you, yes I have a few things to say about the events that occurred today. My question is, if they were defeated so easily, why did it take so long for heroes or police to apprehend the gang?”

“Consultant what are you implying?”

“Its well known that our police and our heroes can be corrupt at times. We’re waiting for comment from the Chief of Police and all agencies who have jurisdiction here. Some say that individuals that have been effected by the gang plan to sue all partied involved for allowing this to happen.”

“Well so far the Chief of Police has given no comment except ‘we are doing everything in our power to investigate why this was never taken care of soon. As the new chief of police I promise to ensure the public’s safety at all costs.’”

“I was thinking we could watch Nightmare on Elm Street?” You jump forward when you hear the voice behind you, almost spilling your drinking.

“Damnit Kei’! I almost spilled my drink!” You turn around and frown at your unapologetic friend sitting on the ground.

He slides down onto the couch, grabbing his drink and sliding down next to you.

“How did you make a drink and I didn’t notice?” You ask while staring dumbly at his glass.

He chuckles and picks up the remote, searching up the movie he suggested. “I wouldnt be a pro if I couldn’t even be sneaky, duh.”

You sigh and flop down next to him, but angling so you can throw your legs over his. “Whatever, turn on the movie so I can watch you get scared!”

He rolls his eyes, “As if, you’ll be shaking by the end of the movie. Don’t complain to me when you have nightmares!”

He turns on the movie which you’ve seen so many times that you’re immune to every scare. You don’t notice it but Keigo gets frustrated when you don’t even blink at any of the scares. He offers to refill your drink and you oblige. While grabbing gin he pauses, eyeing a drawer in the bar. He could easily slip something in your drink but he promised himself he would give you a chance first.

He finished topping off both your drinks and sits back down with you. You take a long drink and lay back further, feeling the tipsiness setting in. He turns the movie back on but you can tell something is bother him.

“Kei’, is something wrong?” You ask, taking another sip of your drink.

He pauses and turns to face you. “I need to ask you something.”

You nod, “Of course, what’s the matter Kei’?”

He lets out a sharp breath and nods, he locks onto your gaze with his vibrant eyes. “Do you truly not have any feelings for me?”

No of course not. He’s your best friend and and that’s how you wanted it. Right? Well you couldn’t say he isnt handsome…

You sit up to face him better and set your drink aside, “Kei’… you know I love you. I can’t say im in love with you though. My career is support important to me right now and i don’t want to mess it up. Especially not with this big scandal going on.”

His eye twitches but his gentle smile remains on his face, “If you really love me, wont you even give it a chance?” He picks up your hand and pulls you forward some, moving your blanket to kiss from the top of your shoulder down to your hand, kissing ever knuckle on your fingers, and each fingertip.

“Please, I can give you everything you want. All I ask is that you give me a chance, I’ll treat you well.” He begins pressing tiny kisses to your palm and youre frozen, unsure of what to say, feel, or do.

“Keigo.”

He pauses, looking up at your eyes with hope. “Yes dove?”

You take a deep breath, “I love you. And I can’t say that I don’t feel anything for you. Right now is just not a good time for me. Please, find another woman who makes you happy.”

He lets go of your hand and moves closer to you, placing both of his hands on his face and looking down at you, “You make me happy. Please, give me a chance.”

Before you can reply he adds, “Or I can’t help you when they come for you.”

What is going on? Voice now wavering you ask quietly, “Who is coming for me?”

He leans down more so that you can feel his breath on your lips, he whispers. “You made a lot of people mad with what you dug up on them.” His eyes are piercing and while they once provided you comfort now they make you feel uneasy. “You can’t just try to end that many peoples careers and not expect to have a few angry people.” He grips your face tighter, “Be mine and I can protect you.”

Fuck this. You push him off of you and ball up your fists, “I don’t need your protection Keigo! They will be punished to the fullest extent by the law and that’s that!”

He stared at you wide eyed, holding himself up on his elbows and unsure of what to say. Instead of saying anything, he begins to laugh, hysterically. He laughs until he’s almost crying, and once he catches his breath he sputters out, “You dumb bitch! They aren’t coming for your career! Theyre going to murder you after torturing you, dismember you, and throw you in a vat of acid. The law can’t protect you once you’re dead!”

If that was true, then it made nothing different. “I made a promise to protect all citizens of this city at all costs, that includes my life.”

Keigo’s amused expression falls into one that show distain and annoyance. In the blink of an eye youre pinned im the ground, with your hands on either side of your head and your waist straddled.

“You would throw away your life for those pathetic people who can’t even defend themselves? Stop being fucking stupid. Be mine, and youll survive.” He stares down at you intensely, making you squirm.

You weren’t going to betray your promise, “Release me now or I will arrest you for assault of an officer and tampering with police investigations.”

Once again he laughs, his grip on your wrists tightening. “You just don’t get it do you? I tried to be nice and let you come to your senses. I gave you a chance and you stomped on it.”

He leans down, mouth next to your ear and whispers, “The only way I can get you kicked from this case is if you get pregnant. They’d never allow a pregnant woman to work so closely oath dangerous villains. Chances are you’d be put into witness protection and locked away for a long time.”

He licks your ear and trails his tongue down your throat. You shiver at the sensation and writhed at the same time from the pain of your wrists.

“Id rather get you pregnant and keep you though.” He puts both of your wrists in one hand and moves your tank top strap so he can lick circles into your skin. Then he grazes the now cold skin with his teeth, then sinking them in. You groan but he doesn’t budge, sinking his teeth in further until he can taste your sweet blood. He licks at the warm liquid and you grit your teeth.

He removes his canines and his lips travel further down to your collar bones, “Im going to leave bite marks and hickeys all over you…” his tongue focuses on your collar bone, repeating the circular motion. “What kind of police chief would ever show her face with these kinds of marks on her body?”

He clamps down on the skin and begins sucking. At first its bearable but then it begins stinging as he gnaws and sucks on it harshly. Youre sure youre bleeding by the time he’s done. Once he finally unlatches you glance down and sure enough, blood dribbles down your torso from the attack.

He draws lines up and down your tightly fitting tank top for a while before saying, “You didn’t even wear a bra, but youre saying you don’t want me?”

His hand grips the shirt, balling it up and tugging on it, “The whole time your nipples poking out, begging to be sucked.” In one fluid motion he rips your shirt off of your body and tosses it across the room. You whimper and watch as his wings flutter with delight at the sight of your discomfort.

You swallow the building lump in your throat and ask, “Keigo, can we just go back to watching our movie?”

He pauses, finger tips lining the waist band of your leggings. “That’s a great idea dove.”

Relief washes over your body as he lets go of your wrists and climbs off of your body. Though your freedom is short lived, you yelp when youre dragged across the couch, sitting between Keigo’s legs, still bare chested. You quickly push your thighs together which he seems to allow.

He wraps one arm around your waist, hand resting on your thigh. His other hand shoots to your breast before you can cover it up and begins pulling and toying with your nipple. You grip his arm tightly, trying to move it but its as if he’s made of stone.

“Keigo! I don’t want this!” You cry out.

He pinches your nipple tightly and your back arches and you whine, “Oh but youre okay with the loads of men who would use your body before murdering you? Shut the fuck up, use your head for once dove. Obviously you haven’t been using your brain lately.”

He sighs as if disappointed and the arm around your waists moves, his hand delving between your sweatpants and panties. You gasp when he starts to rub at your pussy through your panties, the sensation being embarrassingly erotic.

“Let me think for you from now on. Just sit there and be a pretty dumb dove for me, let me take care of everything okay?”

No not okay! You weren’t going to sit here and be treated like a child by this psycho! You crane your neck and bite the arm that has a hand in your pants. He groans and you bite harder, ignoring the foul taste of blood filling your mouth. Keigo lets go of your. Nipple and wraps a hand around your neck, the sudden jab forcing you to let go and gasp for air.

He grasps your neck firmly and pushes you against the mattress with such speed and strength that it knocks the rest of the air from your lungs. He allows you to breathe momentarily but not long, tightening his grip and depriving you of oxygen.

“Ill only say it once dove, you can either do as I say and be rewarded or keep being a bitch and get punished.

He could do what he wanted, but you were going to put up a fight. He releases your airway to speak and after catching your breath you decide to answer him. You spit on his face and he stares at you, unmoving.

“If you want to be a dumb bitch, then I’ll treat you like one.” He sits back again, thus time giving you no time to even hope for it to end. He drags you onto his lap by the roots of your hair, forcing your head to be buried into the pillows and couch, and ass on his knee and up in the air.

“You could have avoided this dove. I know you have a brain, just try using it once.” He grabs your pants by the waistband in the back and pulls them down until they reveal your lacy thong and upper thighs.

You try to sit up to get away but a hand grabs your cheek and pulls them apart, unleashing a hard slap to your pussy. You cry out and collapse, feeling tears form at the corners of your eyes.

“I know my dumb dove can count. Count every spank for me or we’ll have to start over okay?” Before you can say yes or no to him he delivers another heavy slap but this time to your ass.

You yelp and he waits a moment for you to say something, all he states is, “Restart”

He spanks you over and over and you continue to disobey him despite the sting of your ass and pussy. Finally he sighs, seeming to have given up.

“Oh this wont do at all dove. Can you try to listen to me just once?” He leans over, pulling down a compartment on the side of the couch. You try to wiggle away but a hand holds you in place firmly with a grip on your ass.

He pulls out a few items and returns his attention to your rear. “Im not a monster so I’ll help you prepare.”

Unsure of what he means, he decides to show you. He leans down and with two hands he spread your ass cheeks. You reach back to push his head but again he doesn’t move.

You hear him spit and something wet lands on your tight hole. He sits back up and you plead with him not to do anything while he stares at you with a wicked smile. “Don’t worry little dove. Youll learn that this is for your own good.”

He reaches for something and soon after you feel something cold press against you. Its so cold it sends a shiver down your spine. “This one sits in a freezer for a while to make it cold, its glass!”

Without any other explanation he presses something inside of you. You whimper at the sudden stretch but don’t find it in you to fight back. He presses it in a little further and the cold glass causes goosebumps to bloom on your skin.

As he keeps pushing it in, you realize he’s pushing in balls one by one. You can’t help but sob, covering your face with your hands. You can’t believe something so embarrassing is happening to you right now.

You count five balls before he finally stops pushing. “When I spank you, you count. Okay?”

You weakly nod and he hums contentedly. His hand raises up to deliver a body shaking slap to your ass. You bite your lip so you don’t scream and weakly call out, “One…”

Seeming happy with your response he does it again. The harder he slaps the more the cold balls press against your walls and its somewhat arousing.

You reach five before he stops, and begins to yank on the chain of the balls. “Does it feel good little dove? The anal beads stretching your tiny hole?”

He pulls and one pops out, you groan almost missing the feeling of it being inside. Though you don’t have to wish for long for him to put it back. He pushes the ball back inside. This time, he pushes another in. Now the balls are getting bigger and stretching you out wider. Reaching deep inside of you making you wet at the thought.

“There’s one more dove, im gonna push it in.” This ball is the biggest on the chain. He begins pushing it but your abused and sore hole resists. He ignores your whimpers and with one last push he forces it inside of you. The pain is like a searing fire but the cold balls soothe it in return.

All that’s sticking out of you is the end of the chain with a hook, and inside of you are 10 ice-cold balls stretching you out. He sits back up for the last time. He delivers another hard slap to your ass and with the way the balls move inside of you, you can’t help but scream, “Six!”

He tugs on the chain a little, eliciting moans from your weak form. He holds the chain up with one hand and with his other delivers a slap to your pussy and asshole. You cry out in ecstasy when you feel the balls shift so suddenly and call for 7.

He continues slapping that same are for the last three and you are completely drained without even having had needed to move. He rolls you onto your back and playfully tugs at the ring protruding from your ass. “While I love this ring, I want you to see what else I got for you.”

He rummages behind him and you crane your neck up slightly to look. “I would love to fill up all your holes im afraid I might break you if I do.” He pulls something out and your focus your teary eyes on it.

Its a thick six inch dildo… with a hilt and tail connected to the end. “I thought it would be so cute if you dressed up like a little kitty dove.” He pauses as he gets a grip on the ring, “well, I guess I should start calling you kitten. Just for now though.”

In one motion he pulls all of the beads from your body, leaving you shaking and now uncomfortably empty. He throws the chain to the side and lines up the new toy with your hole. He pushes it inside slowly, seeming to admire watching your asshole swallow it up.

“Wow~ look at my dumb kitty taking her punishment so well.” You begin squirming once the hilt begins pressing at your hole. “Come on, relax, that way you can enjoy it more.”

You try your best to follow his instruction and finally the entire dildo slips in, lodging in place, surely not to come out without force.

He smiles and runs his hand over the faux tail, “It looks so good. Im so happy I got you the matching set!”

A set? What exactly did he plan to do to you in this fucked up game of dress up?

He holds something up in front of your face, a collar with your name embroidered on it, and ring so it can be pulled tight with a leash, he quickly wraps it around your neck and clicks the latch. “I knew this color would look great on you kitten! It matches my wings.”

You examine the color of the tail attached to the dildo and realize it does. How long had he been thinking about this? You don’t want to even think about it.

To go with the collar he pulls out a matching leash, quickly clipping it onto the ring snd gives it a good tug.

“Oh you look so pretty my dumb kitty.” He reaches behind himself one last time. Something he sets down next to him and you aren’t able to see what it is.

He leans forward, showing you his final addition to the look. A head band with cat ears on it, matching the rest of the set in color. He places it on top of your head and smiles. What have you been reduced to? A doll for a grown man to play with endlessly? So humiliating, dehumanizing.

He pouts, “Whats wrong kitten? I hate when youre sad.”

You scoff, “Do you? Youre making me sad right now!”

He tuts and shakes his head, “No I dont make you sad, youre just throwing a tantrum because youre not getting your way.”

Throwing a tantrum? Thats what he calls this? Infantilizing you as if youre an idiot and not an intelligent officer of the law. Ignoring all the soreness of your body, you lunge forward at him, hands in front to gouge his eyes out.

As quick as you had been, it was simply not quick enough. He pushes your hands down into the bed and with his other hand reveals his last item. A pair of handcuffs… except it has four cuffs attached.

You kick him in his side as hard you can and while it doesnt seem to be hurting him it does seem to be annoying him. You throw your head forward and bite down on his wrist, hoping to stun him slightly. Instead he smacks your ass hard and you yelp in pain. The way you cry out almost makes you sound like a cat, how degrading.

He lifts you in the air by one wrist? Using his other hand to secure the first handcuff. He drops you down on the couch and lifts you by your other wrist, repeating his action. You remain unsure of what hes going to do with the other two cuffs.

He pulls your hands down to your groin and flips you onto your stomach. With one hand securing your hands position, he raises your butt in the air with his other. He presses his hard boner against your wet pussy and you fight the urge to grind back onto him for friction.

He now removes his hands and begins cuffing your ankles, pulling your knees up to your chest so he could easily fuck you in any position. He loosens it enough so you can sit with your knees back and push your ass in the air.

“I was going to be kind and give you the chance to be good but you attacked before I could even offer. Now im not going to explain to what im going to do.” He finally unzipped his pants, and pulls his boxers down to expose his dick being painfully held back by his briefs.

He pulls his twitching cock from his briefs and presses the end against your plug. You cry out and your legs begin to shake. You had been on the verge of orgasm for so long that your body is desperate for touch.

He finishes messing with your plug, and drops the head of his dick to your pussy. He rubs it up and down, collecting the slick juices from your folds. “Oh kitten, your tummy is going to be so cute and chubby after this!”

He shoves the first two inches of himself inside you and your body spasms around him. Why was he so thick? “When I dump my seed straight into your womb, youre gonna want it everyday.” He continues pressing in further and all you can do is sit with your ass in the air and cry.

Hes about six inches deep when you feel something much wider than the rest of his dick press at your hole. What the hell is that thing?

“Oh that kitten? Its gonna go inside of you too.” He begins pumping in and out, stopping at the knot of his dick. “And once I cum inside of you, its gonna get big, and keep you locked to my body for a bit.” He begins pressing at the tail plug again, “so I can properly breed you.”

He is dead serious about getting you pregnant. This is bad. Hes right, everything he said will happen is going to happen if you get pregnant. In reality though, there’s nothing you can do but let him… breed you.

Somehow Keigo sensed your will crumbling away, and it turned him on more. He begins pounding hard into your hole, each time making it clear he’s trying to stuff his knot in you. You moan and cry and beg and plea until the pleasure of him now sliding the plug in and out of you and him trying to claim you leaves you a blubbering mess.

He leans over your back, making you realize just how small you are in comparison to him. He latches his teeth onto your shoulder, one hand begins playing with your nipple and the other hand plays with your clit as he pounds away in you.

Finally the knot begins slipping in. Each time it gets even the slightest bit closer, you can feel it pressing into your cervix. There’s a weird sensation you’ve never felt before, your cervix sliding open every time Keigo’s dick penetrates it. It’s as if Keigo now completely owns and controls your body now. Youre nothing but a fuck toy and soon to be cum dumpster.

With one hard thrust his knot slips in completely. It adds another 3-4 inches and has slipped completely through your cervix and straight into your womb. He fucks you harder, making your hips sore and knees weak.

“Oh dove I can’t wait to see you pregnant with our chicks.” Drool begins pouring from your mouth as your pussy throbs around him, and organs wracking your body uncontrollably. Youre no longer holding yourself up, youre being held up solely by his dick.

Keigo continues rubbing circles into your clit and continues pinching and pulling at your nipple. His tongue glides over your skin to collect the blood that he’s drawn with his teeth. His thrusts speed begin to match that of a jack-hammers and you can tell he’s about to release inside of you. His veins pulse inside of you the knot begins to grow. The sudden increase in size sends your body into another frantic orgasm. Your entire body trembles, but even if he wanted to stop he couldn’t now, he’s locked in place.

Suddenly hot semen shoots from his cock, fulling up your womb directly. The heat causes another now shameless orgasm as you scream words that resemble the pro hero’s name.

Keigo lets out a gutteral growl as he finishes ejecting his hot seed. Quickly he removes the lock that connects your ankle cuffs to your wrist cuffs.

He lays down with you in front of him, not so gently, as he’s still lodged inside of you. Being thrown around like a rag doll had never been something you thought you might start to like.

Breaking the silence, he whispers sinisterly, “You might want to get comfortable for this.”

There’s more? Youre not sure your body can handle another surprise before completely giving out. You feel something thick stretch past your walls from inside of his dick.

Your whimper and he wraps an arm around you, shoving two fingers in your mouth for you to suck. Hoping to relieve this weird pain but strange pleasure, you would do anything. You suck on his fingers and tears finally fall from your eyes.

He flinches as something pushes out of his tip. It pushes him back slightly. Something hard but almost slimy sits at the entrance of your your cervix. Keigo’s knot now pushing at your entrance, this time to leave. And then you feel the sensation again, and again, and again. It was exactly 9 times you felt the sensation.

His knot is far out of you now, his tip just barely penetrating your entrance. For the Gand finally his dick twitches and shoots a few more hot ropes of his cum inside of you, coating all of the eggs. This sends you into your last mind shattering orgasm. Your mind goes almost completely blank and your body stills. He finished only after semen has begun spilling from between your legs. Finally he pulls away and moves so that his dick is just pressed against your butt.

“How many eggs did you count dove?” He asks in an infantalizing way.

“9. I counted 9.” You answer obediently.

He nods and presses his nose into your hair, giving it a good whiff. “Look how big your belly is dove.”

You look down at your belly and examine it. He’s right, its much larger than before. It looks like you could be 3 months pregnant.

“My belly is very big.” You retort.

He pulls you in closer with one arm around your waist and another hand gripping your boob. “Isnt this nice dove? Will you be mine?”

That’s the only reasonable step forward your brain can think of right now. Why would you want anything other than that? “Yes Kei’. Ill be yours.”

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Before I finally abandon this account… I have three stories written but never posted cause they felt too… messed up.

As my farewell gift to my fellow sickos, I will post these three stories and that will be the end of my account. Thank you everyone who has supported me, I appreciate you all!

[beigehearts]

hey yall- im back from the dead - same as before - a lot of shit has happened but im back to be a horny bastard.... Tokyo Revengers is the focus rn- but Hawks is always welcome

and I've been thinking of Uvogin so.... 👀

[beigehearts]

This is what it looks like when I fall asleep while writing

This isn’t even fake istg

[beigehearts]

i have 769 followers right now

so what im gonna do when i reach 1k (if i do)

is make a competition... you guys send me a short story or drabble or one shot you wrote and ill rewrite it or expand on it...

does that sound fun?

[beigehearts]

Part I, The Awakening

so im in love with Ran Haitani i might not even get to any requests with the way im feeling so please bear with me. ill be writing fics to make myself feel better and that is all thank you for your understanding

TW / CW // unedited, violence, intense descriptions of gore Word Count: 2.7k

You find yourself in an alley. It's dark and dingy and smells something like rotten food and dead rats. It's a full moon tonight, and it shines brightly through the faded clouds. Snow is trickling down, so lightly that you would miss it if you weren't looking for it. You're laying in the snow of this revolting alley, laid out as if you're trying to make a snow angel.

How did you get here?

It's so cold that your fingers and toes have practically frozen off of your body. So numb, so cold, so alone. You sit up and look around; you can hear your bones creaking as you move around. Now that you're thinking about it... Who are you?

You stand up, ignoring the pain and aches of your body. You can't remember how you got here. You can't remember why you're hear. You can't remember even a week ago. Your mind is a blank slate and it makes you want to scream. Nothing. You remember absolutely nothing.

But you can't stay here. You're already one foot in the grave but you refuse to lay in it. You rub your arms and shiver. You're wearing nothing but a sports bra and some pajama shorts.

buzz buzz

Ah, a phone. You begin walking out of the alley and pull the phone from your pocket.

Addy

where are you??

are you okay???

I'm about to call the police

please answer

I'm worried about you.

sent at 2:04 am

That's not the only missed message. There are two others from who you can assume are friends. And a bunch of missed calls from those same friends.

It's 2:05 am on December 31st, 2007.

For some reason the date just feels wrong. Something about it just feels off.

There's an empty street with shops lining it, all of them with lights off and doors locked. You amble down it and are glad that you can't feel your toes. All you can feel in your bare feet is the crunch of the almost frozen over snow.

Maybe you'll be able to find something on your phone. Your cracked and slow smart phone opens up and you scroll to the maps app. The most recently searched address is 682 白桃通り. Alright, so that's where you'll go. Hopefully you can get out of this cold and warm up some.

You follow the directions, bearing with the 35 minute walk it directs. All of your limbs are starting to go numb, all of them feel like they'll fall off at any moment.

It's an apartment complex. You walk through the empty lobby and take the elevator to the sixth floor. 682... 682... Ah, here it is. The door has a large crack straight down the middle, and the doorknob is barely hanging on.

Hesitantly you push the door open and peek inside. You find the light switch and close the door behind you. The place is completely destroyed. The couch is flipped over and television is laying flat on the ground. Most definitely it will not be able to work. The walls have small holes in them... Bullet holes. There's blood splattered across the walls and the furniture.

But it's warm. So warm. You find the bedroom and hurry inside where it's even warmer. You rush to the bathroom and gape at your reflection.

Your nose is blue, there are icicles hanging from your eyelashes... The rest of your face is beat red and as you warm up it begins to burn. But that's not the extent of it. Your left eye is swollen, it's practically pulsating with it's black, purple and blue color. Your lip is cut down the side, you can see the flesh clearly as the skin splits.

You look down at your hands aimlessly and wonder, just where have you been? Your hands are the same color as your swollen eye and your knuckles are, blood smeared all over them.

As you examine your body, you begin to feel the pain setting in. Stinging hands, aching face, burning toes… It looks like you put up a fight with whatever happened. That thought alone seldom brings you comfort.

You look through the drawers of the bedroom, finding a sweatshirt and some sweatpants along with fuzzy socks. You waste no time in rushing to the shower, basking in the burn of the water and the aching of your sore muscles. The water runs brown and red, staining the shower tiles with it’s hideous color.

Once out of the shower you tend to your wounds. The cuts on your torso and face… But this bruise on your eye is only going to get bigger and swell until the point that you can’t see. You stand over your bathroom sink and grab a knife from the kitchen. Ah yes, here comes the worst part. You bring the knife up to your eye and try to stop the shaking of your hands.

This is necessary you remind yourself. You press the end of the knife into the wound, creating a decent sized slit in it. Immediately blood begins pouring out of it, blinding you as it stains your bathroom counters. Once it stops gushing by itself, you squeeze the rest of the blood out and put a bandage over it after disinfecting it.

After cleaning up the mess that looks like a murder (for the most part), you put on your clothing and jump right into bed. You definitely deserve a nice rest in this comfortable bed. After having done some sleuthing around the apartment, you realized that it’s yours based on the pictures hung of you and your friends. Not to mention the mug with your name on it.

Having the front door busted open and unable to be locked is a bit worrying but it couldn’t possibly get worse than it is right now. You wake up in the morning to the sound of pounding on your front door. Though it doesn’t really mean much because they burst into your house. What is up with people breaking into your house?

You sit up and squint at the suspects who enter your bedroom. There are two intimidating men who make their way over to you. One is an incredibly tall man, Wearing a black kimono of sorts that has something written on it that you can’t quite place. He has dark brown hair that’s pulled back into a single braid. On the side of his head is a dragon tattoo that you think must have been very painful to get.

The other man is much shorter than him, he has cropped black hair that covers his eyes and wears a tank top with a loose zip up sweatshirt.

“Looks like you’ve been busy.” Says the taller one with a chuckle. Though despite his words you can see worry in his eyes.

You look towards the shorter man and squint. He looks so tired, and so rundown. He cocks his head to the side and sucks on the lollipop hanging from his lips. “What the hell happened?”

They must be your friends, that’s the only way this makes sense. You stare at your hand and feel your mind go blank, because you’re asking yourself the same question.

The shorter one looks up at the taller, “Draken…”

He nods at his friend, knowing what he’s asking. The black haired one leaves the room and goes to investigate the torn up living room and kitchen.

So his name is Draken. He sits next to you and places a gentle hand on your knee. He furrows his brows and looks at your face, hoping for answers in just your expression.

“What’s going on?” He asks quietly.

You barely missed being shot… That you can remember but it’s more of an intuition than it is memory. You can hear the whizzing of the bullet by your ear and the loud blow of the gun, deafening you.

You look up at him and shake your head, “I don’t know. I don’t know.”

“What do you remember?” He coos.

You shake your head more vigorously this time, “I don’t know! I don’t remember it! I don’t remember anything!”

His eyes go wide, “What do you not remember? How much?”

You shrug his hand off of your leg and find yourself yelling, “Nothing! Fucking! Nothing! I don’t even know my own fucking name!”

Draken stands up and holds his hand out to you, “We call you Bruiser…”

After that they swept you from your home and plopped you on the back of 'Mikey's' bike. You were taken to Draken's house, he lives in an apartment above his bike shop. Draken leads you through the building with his hand resting on your back.

You sit down on his futon and they settle down as well. They called some people and instructed them to come over. Now you're wondering if you're with friends or enemies. You assume they're friends but how could you ever be sure when you don't have any memories?

You down on some convenience store onigiri, realizing just how hungry you are. The hunger is painful, and your body feels weak.

Someone enters the room and you look up from your food. He's tall as well, with long black hair and narrow eyes. He storms through the room until he's directly in front of you, looking down at you with his sharp gaze. When he opens his mouth you see that his teeth are just as sharp as his look.

"Bruiser what is going on?" He growls out, seeming angry. But he's purely concerned.

Instead of answering you take a bite of your rice snack. He smacks the triangular rice from your hand and grips your jaw. "What happened?"

You grab his wrist to pull his hand away but you're just not strong enough. "Fuck if I know! Who do you think you are?!"

He grits his teeth and how he answers you sends you into silence.

His lips press against yours roughly and your eyes shoot wide open. His kiss is rough and so are his lips, and something about it is familiar. He steps back and examines you for a moment.

You open your mouth to speak but close it. But then you open it again, “Are you a fucking idiot?”

Laughter echoes throughout the room, everyone but you finding this funny. Mikey wipes a tear from his eye and shakes his head, “We we’re going to wait before getting to that point, Baji.”

Huh? What?

You stand up from the bed and shoot a cold look at Baji. How dare he kiss you without asking or waiting for your consent! You raise your hand and bring it down fast, leaving a red and stinging mark on his face.

That laughter trickles out, and turns into an uncomfortable silence. But you don’t have to deal with this… You’re not sure what kind of life you were living but it doesn’t matter, your dignity is more important.

You gather up your belongings, (a jacket, phone, some onigiri, wallet, keys) and storm out of the bike shop. You can tell that something in that room changed when you slapped Baji, a light and fun atmosphere turned dark and heavy.

You don’t bother with looking at your phone or asking for directions, you’ll end up wherever your feet take you. Where they lead you to is another shop… well actually it’s not a shop at all, it’s a bar. You check your phone, 5:45 pm. That’s plenty late enough for a drink.

But before you enter you gaze up at the neon sign. It’s a lit up pint of beer that’s being tipped to the side. The white of the foam is begging to tell you something…

An image flashes in your head, a man being held up against it. He’s held up by nails in his hands and feet, plastered up there for everyone to see, like a tourist attraction. Blood drips from above, dripping onto the sidewalk and leaving a thick puddle.

But it’s only a fleeting image.

You enter the bar and look around hesitantly. It’s some rich type of bar where the booths are surrounded by tinted glass and the tables have complimentary shot glasses. You’ve definitely been here before. But the layout of the place is bugging you. Somethings off.

You earn yourself some looks as you find an empty booth in the very back of the building. It’s smaller than the others, the others can fit six to eight people but this booth can only seat two to four.

It's not exactly as bumping as a bar/club usually is. Sweet oldies play quietly while rich groups of people sit together, sipping of martinis and laughing in 'rich'.

It really is beginning to bother you, immensely. Everything seems so familiar but so foreign at the same time. It's as if the décor has been changed around a bit but holds the same aesthetic as what you can remember. What is it? What feels so wrong about this?

You're too lost in your own thought to realize that someone has entered the building and taken a seat not far from you. He's surrounded by other men who take quickly to drinking. They seem out of place but their demeanor is very comfortable.

After a few drinks (maybe a few too many) You set down the stack of money that resides in your pocket. Who are you to have so much cash stashed away in your pocket? Maybe a prostitute? That would explain why that man kissed you before. Baji.

Time to go home, you're pretty sure you remember how to get home even in this drunken state. Apparently you're a woman who can handle her alcohol, good to know. You find yourself skipping down the empty street of the usually bustling town. Everything seems to shut down at night, leaving it as a ghost town.

There's something so freeing in being a reborn human. While it's frustrating, it feels like you can be anyone or anything. No regrets to weigh on you, no trauma to destroy you, and no memory of the people who have most certainly used you. It's so freeing.

Snowflakes begin descending from the sky, brushing over your clothes and leaving the tiniest of wet spots. It's just like that night. Yesterday night. It seems like so long ago. But this time you aren't half naked and freshly beaten. The moon is shining so brightly that it's almost blinding even through the clouds heavy with snow. You've realized you need to learn to appreciate the small things... In just one day of your new blank slate life, you've had a lot of realizations.

Appreciate the small things. Your past doesn't define you. Perseverance is key. Life is fragile and short... all cheesy realizations you would hear a villain from a kids movie say. But those realizations are a lot for a person with no memories. Right?

Behind you there's the crunching of feet on the cold snow, following not too far behind. Once again your thoughts have consumed you and your senses, leaving you oblivious and defenseless.

The perpetrator begins gaining on you, until he's only steps away. Something else that you didn't know is just how fast your reflexes are. A hand reaches out to you and you duck, swinging your leg to knock the person off of their feet. But they easily evade your attack by jumping over your leg like a skip-it.

You jump back and hold your fists up, ready to fight whoever it is.

In front of you stands a tall man with fair skin. His hair is parted into two sections, black braids that hang over his shoulders. He's wearing a black outfit that makes it hard to see his physique but you can assume it's muscular and lean. But it's his eyes. Yes.

Cold, lifeless eyes that peer down at you as if you are no more than a pathetic bug. Yes. That's what it is. That's exactly what it is.

A long stick, cracking into the back of your knee and you fold. You're hit over the head with it but barely remain consciousness. That baton... Why are you remembering a cold and heavy baton assaulting you when you look at this man?

He puts a hand on his hip and cocks his head to the side, "Why are you alive Bruiser?"

[beigehearts]

hi so my grandfather died... im gonna be slow on updates

[beigehearts]

simping for these whores

[beigehearts]

just caught up on the tokyo revengers manga

gonna fukkin go die now

fuck this shit bro

[beigehearts]

I (S)CREAMED

[beigehearts]

When someone shows up at your door asking about your neighbors, you prove that you’re no snitch.

Mikey x reader x Draken" It's a lot of unnecessary plot until there's pron - this is me being self indulgent word count: 5.3k

TW / CW // strong language, violence, blood, alcohol consumption, guns, tummy bulge, vaginal penetration, threesome, double penetration, sloppy seconds lmao, a little fxngering, praise, fillllled up, unedited

It’s not like you know them well or anything. They live two doors down from you on the 8th floor. You’ve interacted with them, had small talk in the hallway. They seem nice enough- though someone told you not to get involved with them… you can make that decision on your own.

The last time you interacted with the two men was a week ago; you had made too many scones so you gave them some. You aren’t bffs or anything but you’re definitely not their enemy.

There’s a loud knock at your door and you groan. It’s 8:24 am and you haven’t even gotten out of bed. The knocking gets louder and more aggressive so you slip on a robe to cover your lacy panties and bare breasts.

The knocking continues as you approach the door and you yell, “Calm your tits! I’m coming!”

The knocking ceases and you finally open up the door just slightly to see the annoying dipwad who woke you up.

“Can I help you?” He’s huge, tall and muscular with a scar right down the middle of his face. His head is shaved and tattoos are all over his body, they look like they were done in prison.

He pushes the door open all the way and you stumble back. “You y/n?”

You cross your arms and can feel your hackles stand on end. “Last I heard of, yeah.”

He doesn’t ask for permission before he enters and shuts the door behind him, “Please, have a seat.”

Does he think this is his house? Asking you to have a seat in your own place? He really is pushing it. But you’re not in the mood to argue so you sit down on a bar stool at the island of your kitchen.

You urge him to say what he has to say with a simple look. You’re not even sure how he fit all of that muscle into a shirt, the seems look like they’re about to burst. This man means business.

He stands in the middle of the room and examines you. “I have a few questions for you. I advise that you answer truthfully, doll.”

What a horrid pet name to roll off of his tongue. But you don’t say anything, nodding your head and crossing your arms again.

“Have you heard of a Sano Manjiro?” His voice is gruff and deeper now.

Isn’t that your neighbor a few doors down? He said his name is Mikey but you accidentally received some of his mail and it was addressed to a Sano.

“Never heard of them.”

He furrows his brows and takes a step forward. “Ever heard of a Invincible Mikey?” His eyes narrow as if sleuthing for lies.

Sadly for him, you’re no stranger to delinquents and gangsters. “Who hasn’t? Don’t know him personally.”

Even people who aren’t involved in this dangerous world have at least heard of the legendary Invincible Mikey. Is that really the sweet Mikey who lives in the same building?

He leans forward, placing a hand on the counter but you don’t back up. You won’t show any fear to him.

“Heard of a Draken?” He growls.

You hate to admit it but with his face in yours your body tries to tremble, but you refuse. “Strange name, can’t say I have.”

His face gets closer to yours so you can feel his brush fan over you. But you won’t back down. You look him in the eye with a cold look but unmoved expression.

He places his other hand on your shoulder and frowns, “Lyin’s a bad look for a pretty girl.” His hand squeezes your shoulder, your flesh and muscles screaming for help. “I’ll give you one more chance.”

He doesn’t fight you when you brush him off and jump off of the stool. You grab a lighter from the counter and the sweet tobacco scented candle.

You walk around to the other side of the counter and light the candle. “Isn’t tobacco a lovely smell?”

You place the lighter back on the counter and look the man in the eyes, “Would you like to smell it?”

You grip the candle in your hand tightly and lob it at the intruder. It smashes against his head and falls to the ground, shattering and melted wax spreading across the floor.

He rubs his head tenderly as if he didn’t just get a concussion worthy throw at him. “Smells good. But I know what will smell better.”

His hands fall to his sides and he grins, “Your blood.”

He lunges over the counter with ease and you make a run for it. You’re sure he didn’t lock the front door so it shouldn’t take any time to get out. You sprint towards the door and throw it open, it slams against the wall.

But instead of making it to the hall, you run into someone’s chest and stumble back.

The tall blonde man opens his mouth to say something but is cut off. You turn your head to see the intruder throw a lamp across the room. You duck and hold your head for protection.

The lamp smashes into the man’s face and he grabs it before it can fall. He’s furious. “We were just stopping by to see what all the noise was.”

Another man with black hair pushes past him and peeks inside.

“But then I get hit in the face with a lamp. I’m kinda pissed.”

You move out of the way as your two neighbors storm into the apartment. The shorter one leans down and helps you to your feet.

The intruder grins once again and guffaws, “Lyin’ bitch.” He wipes a small bead of sweat and blood from his head. “I knew you knew these assholes.”

Mikey looks to your face and examines your annoyed look. There’s an attacker in your home and you just seem inconvenienced. There’s more to his neighbor than he thought.

He brushes a strand of his black hair from his face and smiles at you. “You want some tea? I have some that’s imported from India.”

You hesitate and point towards Draken that’s beating the absolute shit out of the intruder. “What about Draken?” You ask.

He chuckles and pats your arm, “Does he look like he needs help?”

You shake your head. He pushes you towards the door, “Then come on, he’ll be fine.”

Your mysterious neighbor invites you into his home, letting you settle in to his couch. He puts a kettle on the stove and turns on the fire.

Despite having the same architectural layout of the apartment, it looks so much different than yours. Yours is bright with your white and light blue walls. You have sheer curtains that allow the sun to shine in on your modernish set up. Your white couch and glass coffee table give it a bit of an adult look.

But there’s is much different. The walls are painted a light grey- not too dark. There are black out curtains on the window but they’re drawn at the moment. Their couch is a beat up leather brown with some grey pillows. The coffee table is a dark wooden one with empty energy drinks, beer cans, and candy wrappers. It reminds you of a teenage boy’s room.

Mikey pours some boiling water in a mug, steeping some of his gifted tea in it. You take the mug from him gratefully and bask in the smell of the dark tea. It’s rather cold today, it should snow soon. So a nice cup of tea while cuddled up on the couch is heavenly.

The man sits down a foot from you and crosses his legs. “Wanna tell me what happened?”

You take a sip of the tea and relish in the feeling of the hot liquid traveling through your body. You set it down on the coffee table and sigh, “I have no fucking idea to be honest.”

You sit back and move to cross your legs until you realize you’re still wearing this skimpy robe. Mikey notices your discomfort and excuses himself. He comes back with a large t shirt and offers it to you.

“Turn around so I can put it on.” He nods and you slip off your robe and slip the shirt on.

Finally you settle into the couch with your legs crossed and a blanket draped over your lap. You open your mouth to speak but then the door opens.

Mikey looks over his shoulder to his friend and beckons him over. Draken shuts the door and placed his shoes at the entrance. There’s a small cut on his nose where he was hit by the lamp but besides that he’s unscathed. And you bet that the small blood splatter on his shirt isn’t his.

Draken sighs and flops down into the matching leather chair. “You won’t see him again.” He rests his arm on the side of the chair, “I’m sorry for the trouble.”

You shake your head, “No, thank you for your help.”

“So tell us what happened.” Mikey says again.

You clear your throat and rub your shoulder tenderly. “I woke up cause he was pounding on the door like a fucking ape. And I opened the door, he pushed through and tried to corner me.”

Draken interrupts, “Did he do anything to you?”

“All he did was vice grip my shoulder. But he’s definitely a little dim so fighting back wasn’t too hard.” You brush a hand through your hair, “I threw a candle at him and then ran for the door and you were there.”

Mikey follows up with, “Did he say anything?”

You hum, “Ah, oh yeah. He was looking for you guys I think. I told him I didn’t know you. He didn’t believe me.”

Draken narrows his eyes at you, “So he threatened you but you denied knowing us?”

You pick up your mug from the table and nod, “Yeah, I know things can get messy when information starts to leak. I wasn’t gonna do that to you guys.” You bring your lips to the mug, “I wouldn’t snitch on my nice neighbors.”

They both seem to be dumbfounded as you take another sip from your tea. They share a look that says more than words. You’re not particularly interested though, you’d rather go home and go back to bed.

You place the mug down on the table and stand up, grabbing your robe from the side of the sofa. “Thank you so much for your help. I will bring you some baked goods as thanks.” You begin walking towards the door, “I’ll wash and return your shirt as well.”

But you don’t get far, a hand grabs your wrist and you’re yanked back a little bit. You look to Draken and seem to get lost in his eyes.

“Actually- you might want to wait a little bit.” He says.

You turn towards him and raise an eyebrow, “And why is that?”

Mikey answers for him, “You probably don’t want to be caught in a bloody apartment. Someone’s coming to clean it.”

Bloody apartment? Damn these men really mean business. You haven’t been involved in the delinquent scene since you were in middle and high school. It’s somewhat jarring after all these years even though you wouldn’t have been fazed when you were younger.

But how did this lead to your close friendship with the men? I suppose it makes sense. After them possibly saving your life, the least you could do was offer your friendship and baked goods. You spent a lot of time in their apartment and they spent a lot of time in yours. It’s become some kind of ‘besties’ situation. You definitely don’t mind though.

It’s comforting knowing that you’ll always be safe despite the dangers they bring. You never question them when they have to go to ‘work’ and that’s perfectly fine for the three of you.

You’ve met their friends and they all seem kind hearted as well. Just a good group of bad guys.

You get a notification from the Groupchat.

Dracunt 🐱

Nobu’s 2nite?

Sent at 2:32 pm

Nobu’s is a great bar nearby that’s a bit underground. It’s never too crowded and has a really inviting atmosphere.

Mikeyyy🐹

I’m down

Sent at 2:33 pm

You don’t see why not.

You

What time?

Seen at 2:33 pm

Dracunt🐱

8- b there or b 🌅

Sent at 2:33 pm

Mikeyyy🐹

Or be sunset??

Sent at 2:34 pm

Dracunt 🐱

Or be square dipshit

Sent at 2:34 pm

They’re both idiots and you’ve grown to love them. But you have to keep reminding yourself, they’re dangerous idiots.

For the rest of the day you have to do some work… You tip tap away on your laptop and send boring, passive-aggressive emails.

‘Per my last email’

That should get your point across.

Finally you finish up with work and decide to get dressed. You won’t dress up too fancy or anything, it’s just a night out with the boys. You put on some tight skinny jeans and a crop top that says ‘give momma a moment’. And you have some fancy looking sneakers to finish up the look.

You grab all of the essentials, shoving them into your pockets and grab the bomber jacket that the boys gave you. A special jacket from ‘work’. You’re completely fine with representing them anyway. You would never know that it was a way of them marking you as yours.

It’s pretty quiet tonight, a chilly Thursday night that makes the tip of your nose cold. The bar isn’t too far from your place so you walk the twenty minutes.

You find the alley that the bar is in and open up the traditional Japanese sliding door to the building. You close it behind you and look around. Seems like they’re not here yet. Might as well grab a drink while you wait. There’s only one other person so you choose your favorite table.

You sit on the floor and order some hot sake and green tea. While you call this place a bar, it’s really a noodle shop- but no one calls it that.

You pour yourself some sake into the small cup and gulp it down. You make a face at the strong tasting alcohol and have a sip of your tea.

Wow, it’s already 8:30 pm and they’re not here yet. Wonder what’s keeping them up? You check your phone and see that there are no new messages.

Something taps the back of your head. You lay your head back, preparing to see Mikey and Draken. But no. It’s him.

The intruder from almost a year ago. A gun is pointed at your face and he’s grimacing. You know that reacting will make things worse so despite wanting to scream and run, you stare blankly at the man.

“Have a seat.” You mock.

But he doesn’t respond, he sits across from you and keeps his gun pointed at your head.

Fuck. What the fuck.

You clear your throat and pour another cup for yourself. “What is it? Do you want sex? Money?”

You swallow the lump forming in your throat that’s making it hard to breathe.

He keeps his gun trained on you. “I want information.”

You nod and gulp down your third cup of sake. You’re gonna need a lot more to drink to deal with this shit. Of course you had to be friends with the two most hated men.

“Ask and you shall receive.” You pour another.

Your calmness and lack of reaction seems to be making him angry. You do know that he could kill you at any moment right? Are you stupid?

“Tell me about Mikey.” He demands.

You lean back while swirling the sake in your small cup. “Ah well…” you sip on the hot alcohol. “He loves sweets and chocolates. But he hates white chocolate and dark chocolate. White chocolate is gross and dark chocolate isn’t sweet en-“

He bangs his fist on the table and you flinch. “I’m not playing. This isn’t a fucking game. I will kill you.”

Yup, definitely need another. You gulp this one down but you can’t even taste it at this point. “Well, then you need to be more specific. It’s a rather broad question.”

He tightens his grip on the gun and you try not to notice.

“Tell me what makes him weak and his blind spots.”

Ah, he’s going to kill him. He’s brought a gun to a fist fight. You drink some of your green tea and think for a moment. A feeling of a pleasurable dizziness and fuzziness washes over you.

Your words are somewhat slurred and mumbled but you manage to speak. “Pretty cowardly to bring a gun to interrogate a defenseless woman.”

He pulls the safety lock on the gun, “I’m not here for my ego, I’m here to do a job.”

You nod and look around the room, it seems to be wavering. You can’t lie when you say you enjoy this feeling.

He yells out in frustration and leans over the table, pressing the barrel of the gun against your forehead. “Are you suicidal or something? Or are you just fucking stupid?!”

You take a close look at his face and notice something quite obvious. He has another long and deeper scar going across his face.

You giggle and shake your head, “Looks like Draken beat your ass good.”

“YOU BITCH!”

The gun goes off and you squeeze your eyes shut. You fall backwards and gasp for air. Are you dead? Is this it?

No. You aren’t even scathed. Just traumatized. You look up and see a bullet hole in the ceiling. The man is laying on the ground gasping pathetically. Above him stands Mikey. Mikey with one foot on his throat and the other on the wrist that’s connected to the hand holding the gun.

Draken moves behind you and slips his arms under your armpits, he pulls you up and leans you against him.

He holds you tightly to make sure you don’t fall or stumble. “Sorry we’re late. We ran into some friends.”

You try to make sense of what’s going on and look around frantically.

Mikey digs his heel into the mans throat and he gurgles something out.

“Your friends made us late for drinks with y/n.” Mikey spits. “That cannot be forgiven.”

Draken drags you out of the shop and sits you down on a bench. He squats down and looks at your glazed over eyes.

He chuckles and shakes his head, “Looks like you had drinks without us.”

You smile and nod, “Drinks and a rendezvous with a cuck.”

Draken laughs out loud at your comment and reaches his hand up to pat your head. “Come on, let’s go home.”

“What about Mikey?” You ask.

Draken helps you to your feet and wrap an arm around your waist to help you walk. “Does he look like he needs help?”

Draken walks you to his bike and puts you on the back. Luckily his bike has an actual seat in the back so your drunk self can not fall off. He puts your helmet on for you and hops on.

“If you feel like you’re going to fall, hold onto me. Okay?”

“Okay!”

After parking his bike, Draken practically carries you to the elevator of the building and to his apartment. He sets you down gently on his couch and sighs. Sometimes you really worry him.

By now you’ve sobered up some, but not much, not enough.

Draken goes to his room and grabs a t shirt and some of his boxers. He comes back to the living room to get you changed.

This isn’t the first time he’s helped you change when you were drunk. He makes you take your shirt and bra off so he can put his shirt on you. Then he commands you to take off your pants and panties and hands you his boxers while looking the other way.

Finally he picks you up from your spot and carries you to the bedroom, laying you down on his bed. He ticks you in and sits next to you.

“Draken.” You say.

He hums so you know he’s listening.

“You don’t work in finance, do you?”

He chuckles and placed his hand on your head. “No, we don’t.”

You nod and snuggle further into the sheets, ready to pass out.

Draken watches you as your chest rises and falls rhythmically. Your calm sleeping face that's warm to the touch, warmer than usual because of your alcohol consumption.

You're just so cute. So perfect. How did he find someone that is so loyal, kind, brave, and beautiful? It baffles him. He doesn't deserve this...

Hesitantly, he leans down until he can feel your breath. So perfect... He touches your lips with his own, as if trying to figure out if they're real. Oh they're real alright. He presses his lips against yours and flicks his tongue across the soft flesh. He savors the taste of your lips, tasting like alcohol and... fear.

Your eyes flutter open and in front of you is him. Why does this feel right? You part your lips slightly and he dives in. His tongue presses against yours and swipes across your teeth. You lean into his kiss and wrap your arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around your back and pulls you up against him.

You push your tongue into his mouth and he sucks on it. It feels so good. Your tongue has completely surrendered, and so has the rest of your body.

He shifts so he's sitting with his back against the headboard and positions you on his lap. He moves so smoothly that you barely even notice you've changed positions.

Oh fuck. He can feel the heat and wetness of your core through the boxers you're wearing. It leaves a wet spot on his thin pants, seeping through to his skin. He can't help but wriggle out of his pants, so he can feel your warmth better. He tugs at your boxers and you comply, he helps you take them off and he throws them to the floor.

Instinctively you grind against him. His dick strains against his boxers and begs to be freed from its constraints. Your slick folds rubbing against his clothed dick is the last straw for him. He pulls his dick out and it springs up.

You marvel at his size. He's super long, but not super thick. The tip of his dick is throbbing and you can see the veins bulging.

He grabs you by your waist and lifts you up. "I'm sorry babe, I can't wait anymore."

You put a hand on his chest and take the initiative to sink down onto him. His dick presses against your hole and you whine, whine with need and lust. You can't wait either. You press yourself onto him, hissing at the sudden and quick stretch. But you don't take your time. You slide all the way down until your pussy is flush against him.

The tip of his dick presses against your cervix and despite the pain you want him deeper. You try to bounce on him but he holds you down.

"Slow down baby, slow down." He whispers through gritted teeth.

He looks down and sees something that makes him impossibly harder. He presses his hand against your tummy, feeling his dick bulging inside of you. The weird feeling makes you squirm and you cry out desperately.

You try to move again but he keeps you in place with one hand. He continues gawking at his dick bulging inside of you. "You're taking me so well baby. You're so good for me."

You can't help but cry out at the lack of friction, "please please please!" You grip some tufts of his hair and pull, "I need you now..." you huff out.

So perfect, so perfect for him. He raises your hips up some and mewl at the loss of some of his length. But he doesn't make you wait long, he fucks up into you and the dragging of his cock inside of you is mind numbing.

You throw your head back and moan, being fucked like a toy by Draken. Each of his thrusts builds up the knot forming inside of you. You can't help but moan out, being so loud that the whole building could hear you.

He's entranced by the bulge of his dick inside of you with each of his thrusts. Knowing that you're so full up of him.

Your toes begin to curl and your legs shake. Draken holds your hips tighter and speeds up, "That's it... cum all over my cock."

As if his words are the key to your orgasm, your pussy spasms around him, sucking him in as your juices pour out all over him. This sends him over the edge, he holds you down on his cock and thrusts up into you. His dick presses against your cervix and you can feel his dick pulse as he releases inside you.

Being filled up by him is mind numbing, you feel fuzzy. He lifts you from his dick, and his cum trails down your thighs. You shiver at the feeling of his leaking juices and the new sense of emptiness.

You already miss it, wanting more now.

"My turn."

You turn your head as Draken sets you down on the bed. Leaning against the doorframe is Mikey. That's embarrassing... You cover your leaking pussy with your shirt and feel your face heat up like a fire.

"Mikey! I'm sorry you saw that!" Despite your still somewhat drunken state, you can understand the situation you're in.

But he does something unexpected, he laughs. He approaches the bed and you squeeze your legs together. What is happening??

There's no time to react when he pushes you back down on the bed and spreads your legs open with his hands. You squeak out and try to fight back but Draken shushes you.

"Come on, we're just having a look at your pretty pussy." He coos.

Only somewhat, you relax in Mikey's hands but you cover your face with your arms. The two men look at your pussy intently, both feeling themselves become hard.

Mikey presses two fingers against your clit and you twitch. "So pretty filled up with Ken's cum. Did it feel good?"

You don't answer, far too embarrassed to say anything. His fingers press inside of you suddenly and you squeak out, "Yes!"

Mikey pulls his fingers from inside of you and examines it. He's so quick and rough with each of his movements. He shoves his fingers between your lips and you gag at the sudden intrusion.

"Lick up Ken's cum like a good girl." He says. You don't argue with him, but just do as he says.

After he's sure that all of his friend's cum is cleaned off, he retracts his hand.

He wiggles out of his pants and climbs up on the bed between your legs. "Are you gonna be a good girl for me too?"

Is he- is he going to fuck you? He pulls his dick from his boxers and slides it up and down your folds. You twitch underneath him and cover your face again.

"I can't hear you." He states.

You nod vigorously and feel his dick line up with your seeping hole. "Use your words like a big girl."

"Y- yes..."

That's all it took. He presses inside of you with one thrust and you cry out with a mixture of pain and pleasure. He's not as long as Draken but he's much thicker. You wiggle against him, begging for him to move.

He grabs your cheeks with his hand and you move your hands from your face to look at him. "I told you to use your words. You have to ask before you move."

He looks at your squirming, pathetic figure underneath him. The feeling of his dick inside of you, so different from Draken's is driving you crazy.

"Please! Please! Just fuck me Mikey!" You yell out.

He grabs your legs and puts them over his shoulder, this way he can get deeper inside of you.

Similar to Draken, he's relentless. He fucks Draken's cum deep inside of you, mixing it with his own precum. You grip the sheets and cry out. You've never felt so good.

Again, that knot builds up and you can't control it. You're about to orgasm but Mikey suddenly stops. "Didn't I tell you to ask for things?"

You yell out in frustration, "Fuck Mikey! Fuck! Can I please cum? Please!"

He grants you your wish by picking up his relentless speed and this orgasm only rakes through your body even harder than the last. Your eyes roll back and your vision goes white. Your whole body trembles with pure, undiluted pleasure.

Mikey follows not long after. He begins spurting his hot cum inside of you, filling you up impossibly. There's no way you could ever feel fuller than this. He fucks his and Draken's cum into you until he feels himself go soft.

He pulls out of you and your legs drop to the bed. He calls over his shoulder, "Look at her now Ken."

Draken does as told, and his already hard dick turns harder. It's like a waterfall of their juices, pooling onto the bed in a big puddle.

Mikey pulls you from the bed, holding you up in his arms. Now the mixture of their cum leaks onto the floor from your legs. You're too weak to even hold yourself up.

"Hey Ken." Mikey calls out.

Draken comes closer, pulling your shirt up to get a better look at your ass. "Yeah?"

Mikey grins like a fool, "Don't you think our girl deserves a reward for being so good?"

Draken licks his lips and nods, "Definitely."

They're already on the same page but you're dazed off in your fucked-out state. They both line themselves up with your cunt and Draken holds their dicks together. Mikey holds you open as much as he can with the hand not wrapped around your back.

At the same time, they push into your hole and you can't help the scream that escapes you. Only their tips are in but it burns so badly. Slowly they push you down further onto their cocks. You grip Mikey's shoulder and fat tears roll down your cheeks.

Mikey shushes you and rubs your back, "You're being so good, just a little more." He assures.

All you can do is let them manhandle you, inch by inch stretching your pussy. Finally they both bottom out in you, stretching you out so much that it burns like hell.

Draken peppers the back of your neck in kisses, "We're gonna move now, mkay'?"

You nod weakly and surrender yourself to them. Slowly they pull out of you just a little before fucking back up into you. You grit your teeth at the pain of them stretching you so much but that pain is no match for the oncoming pleasure.

They match each other's pace, speeding up slowly. You gurgle out something resembling moans and find that you can't say any words. Their dicks rubbing against each other adds to their own pleasure and the incredible clench of your pussy around them.

They pick up the pace until your just bobbing up and down on their dicks with no control. Mikey doesn't stop you this time when you orgasm, letting you fall back onto Draken's chest.

There's no way either of them could hold out any longer. Almost perfectly in sync, they release inside you. Their cum warms and fills your insides, stuffed in by both of their cocks.

Mikey pulls out first and you can hear their cum fall on the ground with a wet splat. Draken pulls out but holds you in his arms. It's as if someone just poured an entire bottle of water down your thighs.

Mikey examines the puddle on the floor and looks back up at Draken. "She's definitely ours now."

Draken chuckles and brushes a hand through your hair, "Our good cum slut."

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IIIIIIMMMMMMMM SOOOOOOORRRRRRYYYYYY BBBBBBYYYYYY

Watching the phantom troupe arc and @beigehearts isnt here

[beigehearts]

oKAY, hi! I saw you wanted some requests so here I am. What about (Y/N) and Toshinori work together at UA, they've been in love with each other since they've met and spend almost every minute they're not teaching. It's obvious to everyone (even to the students) but them that they're into each other. Maybe the rest of the teachers parent trap 'em. I don't really know where to go with it jlsaflkdj I just love the troupe "they totally don't like me, are you crazy."

i love this- its so adorable because toshi would totally be oblivious to something like this

this is a short drabble from multiple perspectives and how you and toshi finally figure your shit out

tw / cw // the only thing is, it's unedited- sorry

It's the perfect fall day; it's sunny and it provides little warmth, while the crisp breeze surrounds your body. It's sweater weather! Your favorite!

Since the school now has the students staying on campus 24/7, that means the same for the teachers.

You exit the teacher's ward and saunter towards the school. You can't help but smile, perfect weather and the calm past few days is a rare occurrence. You cant take these days for granted.

Toshinori spots you in the distance as you practically skip to the building. He jogs towards you and waves his hand in the air, "Y/n!" He calls out.

You turn around and see your crush- friend catching up with you. He's so cute, how could you not like him?

He begins walking next to you and catches his breath. Even when in his smaller form, he is just so perfect.

"Lovely day isn't it?" You say.

He nods eagerly and a blush spreads across his cheeks. "It's beautiful today." He pauses and begins fiddling his thumbs.

He's so awkward when it comes to the person he loves. But he keeps it to himself because it's obviously one-sided and he would never want to ruin this wonderful friendship.

He glances to your face and grins, "Would you like to have lunch with me today?"

Sometimes you wonder if he sees you as a little sister with the way he dotes on you. You can't lie and say you're not falling for him, but he sees you nothing more than a weak teacher who needs protecting. Even though you aren't weak, compared to All Might anyone would be labeled as weak.

The both of you go to your classes and teach the regular subjects, math, kanji, English, and history. Finally lunch time comes and the students gather with their usual friends and rush to the cafeteria.

Normally you would get food from the cafeteria but coincidentally, you were going to ask Toshi to have lunch with you too. So you made some bento boxes for the both of you, though it will never measure up to Lunch Rush's gourmet dining. But sometimes eating some plain, homemade food feels like a relief.

Toshinori is waiting for you in the teacher's lounge. He's grinning like a fool and twiddling his thumbs while he waits for you.

Hizashi and Shota enter the lounge while talking about some new song that the mic hero is obsessed with.

They place their bags down on the ground but Toshinori is really starting to creep them out with that spaced out look.

Hizashi calls out, "Tosh." But he's met with silence.

Toshinori just spaces out and giggles to himself like a fool.

After a few more call outs from Hizashi that fall on deaf ears, he finally releases his quirk, "TOSHINORI!"

Toshinori jumps at the voice and turns towards Hizashi, "Is something wrong?"

Shota shakes his head, letting his frustration show. Toshinori is such a love sick puppy that's it makes him want to puke. Y/n already admitted to crushing on the famous hero to Shota, so why Toshinori take the hint?

Shota pushes Hizashi towards the door and calls over his shoulder, "It's not rocket science, just make a move."

The hero is left alone in the room, confused by the words of his colleague. But he doesn't have time to dwell on it because you come prancing through the door.

Toshinori perks up immediately and he approaches you, "Let's go to the cafeteria!"

You put a hand up to stop him and clear your throat nervously. "Actually I uh-"

He looks down at you, brows furrowed and head cocked to the side with worry. He's always worried about you. You retract your hand and turn your head to the side to hide your blush, "I made some lunch..."

Toshinori pauses for a second. "Oh."

Oh? Oh?? Your head begins racing with thoughts that he's disappointed and you quickly speak up, "But it's not very good! We shoulder just go to the cafeteria, I'm sure that Lunch Rush's food is-"

He interrupts you and waves his hands, "No! I would love to eat your cooking."

Just as he said, he gobbles up your lunch. Despite his mostly missing stomach, he stuffs himself of your cooking. He showers you in praise and assures you that your food was delicious, because he could taste the love in it.

Now the both of you sit in silence, looking down at the table and squirming in the uncomfortably.

Maybe you should tell him? Just get it off of your chest. That way he can reject you and you can get on with your life. Yeah, that sounds right.

"Hey I-" The both of you speak at the same time.

You both chuckle and he follows it with, "You go first."

Now that the spotlight is on you, you're beginning to doubt yourself. No. You can't turn back now. It's now or never.

Suddenly you're filled with confidence and you look him in the eye. "Toshinori. I know that you see me no more than as a friend." You take a deep breath, "But I need to get it off of my chest. I really like you. A lot."

He looks at you, dumbfounded so you continue, "So please reject me so that I can move on."

Silence.

Toshinori's body feels as if it's absolutely buzzing. But this confusing feeling turns into giddiness and excitement. He stands up suddenly, his chair falling behind him.

He slams his hands on the table and leans forward. "Y/n. I'm in love with you!" His voice echoes through the room.

He watches you, heart pounding and a bead of sweat falling from his forehead. These words settle in for the both of you, and it all clicks.

You stand up and nod eagerly, "Will you be my boyfriend Toshi?"

With no hesitation he chirps, "Yes!"

After a moment, you find that you're both leaning over the table, lips hungry for one another. But your lips don't get the chance to meet.

From the doorway there's a sigh of relief. Shota groans, "Finally, it's been painful watching you two be so oblivious."

The both of you jump back, your faces burning with embarrassment.

Hizashi grins and laughs, "You make a cute couple."

[beigehearts]

Hi can I request a Yandere teacher trio with female reader? who is a sweet famous singer and she's quirkless but she's fine with that. I hope you do this one thank you❤️

okay yeah!! ill do some headcanons sorry for not being super active, im suuuuper depressed ;)

alright here you go

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Toshinori Yagi // All Might

🧇 he is obviously the sweetest of these three

🧇 so when he sees his beautiful darling singing he just swoons

🧇 it just worries him that so many people have their eyes on you

🧇 he wouldnt want to take you from your passion but he cant help but worry... how could you blame him.

🧇 not only are you famous... youre quirkless!!!!

🧇 he would approach you and be your friend

🧇 and there's no way you would say no to being the All Mights friend!!

🧇 he will stay by your side through everything while melting at your voice

🧇 but if he gets too worried...

🧇 he might have to take you home so you can be safe, and not in the spotlight where you could be harmed

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Shota Aizawa // Eraserhead

🥐 he found out about you through your fame

🥐 people go wild for someone quirkless that seems so innocent and kind

🥐 everyone adores you

🥐 and that includes Aizawa

🥐 unlike Toshi, he will not approach you- that could cause difficulties

🥐 while no one knows, he is at every single one of your concerts and shows, he is always there

🥐 he's content with watching you and not interacting

🥐 unless something were to happen to his precious girl, he will keep his distance

🥐 but trust... if anyone tries to flirt with you or make advances, you won't see them again

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Hizashi Yamada // Present Mic

🥞 there's absolutely no way he doesn't get close to you

🥞 he's a charming hero who can make people super famous through his radio broadcasting!!

🥞 he would become your producer or manager, helping you out

🥞 he would make sure that you love him as much as he loves you

🥞 soon his crush spirals out of control, and things can go too far...

🥞 you would start dating (thats a definite) and he would be a helicopter boyfriend

🥞 it just worries him with how kind you are to everyone no matter what, it's scary knowing his little listener could be so naive and oblivious to the world

🥞 if you try to break up with him, that will wreak havoc

🥞 he isn't opposed to locking his pretty songbird up in a pretty birdcage

🥞 he is utterly and undeniably in love with you, he will go to any lengths to make you his, and keep you his

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hi yes i am depressed

have a picture of mikey in the public bath