#Scumbag Villain x Reader

[maliciouslove]

𝕍𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟

NSFW, dark content, aged up characters (21+)

ʚ pairing ɞ scumbag villain!izuku midoriya x morally corrupt hero!reader

ʚ word count ɞ 2.7k

ʚ summary ɞ izuku grew up with all power taken from him, so he became the type of person that enjoys making others feel powerless. nothing feeds his ego more than a cute girl crumbling under his touch and feeling powerless to stop him from sliding his hands all over her body in the packed train. until he meets you—a peculiar, equally fucked in the head girl that actually enjoyed the things he was doing to her. enjoyed the thrill of almost being caught. enjoyed having power taken from her. a debauched, morally corrupt hero in disguise.

ʚ tags ɞ frotteurism (fetish for groping people in crowded places), tw dubcon, tw noncon, tw sexual assault, tw sexual harassment, tw exhibitionism, tw power imbalance, pussy job, public sex, creampie, cw degradation, use of “whore” once

Just like any other child, Izuku Midoriya grew up wanting to be a hero, however, despite his aspirations, the boy never manifested a quirk. Still, he never gave up and never lost hope—that is, until he failed the UA entrance exam and was brutally made fun of by everyone else.

“Look at this loser, thinking he could pass the exam without an actual quirk, what a joke.”

“Jokes are funny, this guy is absolutely pathetic. Go home kid, become a policeman or fireman instead, leave the hero work for those with quirks.”

“Maybe if you take a swan dive off a roof, you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life.”

Some heroes they were going to be.

And that was when his mind started getting corrupt. Izuku went down a different, darker path than the one he had envisioned as a child. He mixed with the wrong people and little by little he shed off his hero dream, discarding it alongside his morals, being perfectly content being a scumbag villain instead.

All power was stripped away from him once the world learned he was quirkless, so he sought ways to make others feel even more powerless than he did. Nothing stroked his ego more than making cute girls squirm and crumble under his touch in paralyzing fear, as his hands wandered over their bodies on a packed train. He enjoyed the way their eyes would shut tightly as if to avoid confronting the reality of their own powerlessness in the situation. The way their bodies stiffened the moment he leaned in closer to take a whiff of their perfume.

Why aren’t you saying anything, pretty girl? You have a quirk, don’t you? That already makes you more qualified than me to be a hero. So why are you letting me touch you? Why are you keeping your eyes shut? Why are you giving me so much power?    

Every little squirm, every hitch of their breath, every shake of their hands, and the way they would hope somebody would notice—it made Izuku feel powerful.

Do you know why you’re weaker than even me, sweetheart? Because you’re waiting for someone else to save you, you’re waiting for a hero.

 That’s how his days went by—hop on the train, find the weakest target, the insecure girls, the quiet ones, the ones whose eyes still sparkled with hope that a big strong hero will always be there to protect them. Once he found his victim, he moved in, ready to prove them wrong—show them how little heroes actually care. Towering over them, he would stare down their cleavage, letting his imagination run wild as his hands slide up the side of their hip. An accidental grind against their ass, a swift trace of his index finger down the inside of their thigh. His ministrations would make his targets shrink even further, the thrill of being found out feeding his power hunger further and making his cock painfully hard in the confinement of his slacks.

It became routine until he was able to pick out the perfect targets with a single glance, until he was able to predict what each girl would do and how everything would play out. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was to find someone equally as debauched as him one day.

With your car being in the repair shop for the next week, you had started using public transport to get to work. That of course meant having to travel during peak hours, more often than not finding yourself pressed against strangers, sometimes absolute creeps, and yet some very dark and hidden part of you enjoyed that, the unwanted attention making you buzz with excitement.

And today was no different—you found yourself pushed in the very corner of the train car facing away from the other passengers. A large green-haired man stood right behind you, muscular arm holding onto the ceiling rail as his entire body loomed over your much smaller one.

The train was fully packed and everyone was minding their business— some sleeping, some listening to music, and others glued to their phones. Yet, the man behind you seemed to focus all his attention on you. You could feel his gaze travel down your nape, studying the curvature of your spine, eyes moving downwards to your ass and legs. It felt like prickles on your skin, like an invisible hand stripping you of all your clothes and the thought made you rub your thighs together.

The lack of space forced you both to stand very close to each other, the motions of the train pushing you into his chest every so often. You could tell he was using every opportunity to smell your hair, craning his neck downwards to also look down your shirt. You wonder if he could see what color your bra was, if he could see the lace poking out from under the collar of your shirt.

The train changed tracks again and you found yourself pressed against his chest once more. This time his large hand found purchase on your hip, thumb gently stroking the bit of skin that was showing above the hem of your skirt. In the reflection of the window, you see his green eyes staring into yours, full of lust and hunger. His aura threatening to consume you entirely and for a second, your body filling with fear, a heavy feeling settling in your chest.

You look away, quickly.

Your heart is hammering in your chest and you fear he can hear it, taste the blood that’s currently coursing through your veins.

The train shifts and you can feel his hard cock pressed against your ass, his fingers on your hip tightening their grip. Your body feels paralyzed under his touch.

But not by fear.

Excitement.

You let your body be swayed by the motion of the train, making sure to circle your ass back onto his cock, licking your lips and buzzing with pleasure when your skirt hitches on his bulge, lifting and revealing part of your panties. You take a swift look around to see if anyone is looking your way, but as usual, everyone is consumed in their own thoughts, too absorbed by their own miserable existence to notice anything else.

You’re dragged out of your momentary haze by his breath on your neck.

“What do you think you’re doing there, sweetheart, has your mommy not taught you any better?”

His voice is deep, feigning concern for you while his eyes ooze vile lust and need for control. His presence devours you, it feels like sludge covering you from head to toe, sliding down your throat and filling your lungs with dread, making you unable to talk, unable to even look him in the eye.

His hands move down your hips, hiking your skirt up even further, fingers tracing the delicate lace of your underwear. Your clit is throbbing with anticipation so perfectly masked as fear. For Izuku, your heightened pulse meant paralyzing fear, but only you knew the truth about how this made your blood boil in excitement. How much you wanted him to slide his hands between your legs, to fucking take you right then and there, amidst the people that could see the pleasure blooming on your face any second now.

You faintly hear the unzipping of his slacks and feel the warmth of his cock on your bare skin—it’s thick and heavy against your ass cheek, smearing pre on your skin and panties. You’re feeling dizzy, body going limp in his strong arms as his hand sneaks around your waist and cups your pussy under the frills of your skirt.

For a brief moment, his movements pause as his mind processes what he’s feeling—you’re soaking wet, panties completely drenched, arousal practically dripping down your thighs. He was used to women’s bodies reluctantly reacting to him, but this was rather different. His eyes dart forward, inspecting your features more closely now—your heart was erratic, but not because of crippling fear. He leans in, noticing how blown your pupils are, consuming all the color in your eyes. Lips parted and chest heaving, he finally finds the piece of the puzzle that seemed to be missing, the explanation behind the odd feeling of being unable to predict what his prey will do next—your eyes had the same fragmented madness behind them.

You were just as sick as he was.

Without a second of hesitation, the hand that’s cupping your sex moves your panties to the side, thick and calloused fingers running through your wet folds, spreading your arousal and circling around your clit with tender motions.

A whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it—your skin is on fire and your insides are melting under this stranger's touch. You close your eyes in an attempt to compose yourself while the hand on your hip travels up your sides to squeeze your breast, teasing your nipples over the fabric. The green-haired man’s breath is almost as erratic as yours, his hard and leaking cock evidence of how turned on he was by your compliance, by the fact you were actually enjoying being used like this in public.

His cock now rubs between your thighs, his hot skin meeting your sticky one, and your insides beginning to knot just by the thought. You’re letting a complete stranger get off on you. You secretly hope that someone else on the train has noticed and is maybe even enjoying the show.

Your insides are aching for relief so you push yourself against his cock, the mushroom tip spreading and gliding between your folds, clit rubbing against the veins on his shaft.

Holding yourself with one hand by the ceiling rail and slightly lifting yourself onto your tiptoes, feeling the tip of his cock pushing against your entrance. Biting your lip you sink back onto his cock, taking two inches past your entrance, grazing your soft walls. The adrenaline coursing through your veins makes you experience every sensation trifold, makes you want to shamelessly grind against him and moan in ecstasy, but you are in public, therefore you compose yourself and relish in the slow feeling of being filled up by this man.

Izuku’s hand grips your waist harder, fucking himself into your tight, greedy cunt, feeling himself being sucked in by your plush walls. You are practically dripping onto his cock, the natural lubrication allowing him to smoothly fully sheathe himself inside you, putting his other hand over your mouth to prevent to moan that was about to escape your lips.

He holds you there, flush against him, the tip of his cock pressing against the deepest, most delicious spot inside you, subtle hip movements rocking you back and forth, the slow motion allowing him to massage that sweet spot he currently finds himself pressed against.

His eyes briefly scan the train cart, confirming that every passenger is still oblivious to what’s going on, continuing to push you off his thick cock, only to slide back in, softly, as though not to make a sound.

He’s big in every sense. His large frame hiding you from any onlookers, big hands easily maneuvering you onto his fat cock, splitting you open and pushing through the resistance of your tight hole. Your body jolts as he stretches you out almost painfully, but every time he thrusts inside you, you see stars in your vision from how deep he was.

You feel snug and warm around Izuku’s cock and he could stay buried inside you forever. He’s never met anyone this fucked up who would let him use them for his own pleasure. In a fully packed train nonetheless. You were sick and twisted just like Izuku, making him relish in the feeling, sensing that you’re not going to cause a scene and opting to let go of your waist in favor of sliding his hand down the front of your pelvis and playing with your puffy clit.

The moment he started drawing soft circles around your sensitive nub he felt your knees give in and your insides clench. God, you were going to come undone for him.

He watches your eyebrows pinch together as you bite your lip, slowly increasing the pace of his thrusts. You look so pretty, trying to keep your pleasure hidden, but shamelessly moving your hips to match his own.

For the first time during this train ride, you look into his eyes and maintain eye contact instead of shyly breaking it off. There is pure sin set ablaze in your eyes, a lustful need, a burning desire that he feels he needs to quench. Just your eyes alone could make Izuku cum on the spot, seductive and debauched, deprived and full of the same madness as his own.

Your eyes beg him, so he obeys.

With one final, rather harsh thrust Izuku buries himself to the hilt, emptying his load deep inside your gummy walls, spurting thick white ropes of cum while nuzzling his face in your neck—committing your scent to memory.

The train slows down as it approaches the next stop and the strange man gently pulls out. Your hands quickly fix your panties and skirt, hiding any evidence of his ministrations. His load slowly trickles down, soiling your panties, and yet the feeling brings you nothing but joy, as if you were currently on cloud nine.

The train comes to a halt, an alarm signaling the opening of the doors blares out.

The mass of people began leaving the train, the tall green-haired man seamlessly blending into the crowd and disappearing.

Avoiding eye contact and swiftly walking past clusters of people, Izuku was assured he was out of danger, turning around the corne—

“Where do you think you’re going, handsome?” You cut off his path and look into his eyes, a smile that didn’t reach your eyes plastered on your lips. “I’m not quite done with you yet.”

“Aw, I don’t think anyone’s ever come for seconds before.” Izuku places his hands in his pockets, giving you a smug smile and shamelessly tracing every curve of your body with his eyes, imagining what you look like without all those pesky clothes on.

“Aw, you know, you’re kinda cute, Izuku Midoriya,” The green-haired man's smile faltered. From the inside pocket of your jacket you pull out a card that he immediately recognizes. A card he was destined to never ever obtain. “Too bad I’m gonna have to arrest you.”

Before his mind could assimilate, you had easily pushed him against the wall with his hands behind his back, placing handcuffs on his wrists.

“Y-You can’t arrest me, you whore, you literally let me fuck you, what kind of hero are you?” He spits out in shock, words laced with venom, growling in attempting to shake you off, even though panic rises in his throat like bile. “You’re no fucking hero, you’re just like me.”

“Mm, I  probably am… but see, I have a quirk so I can get away with being a morally corrupt hero.” The words spoken in a sickly sweet voice rang in his ears, deafening, despite being whispered, meant only for his ears to hear.

Izuku opens his mouth to argue, to threaten to expose you, but you shush him with an index finger over his lips.

“Don’t bother, who do you think they are going to believe? A pro-hero with a quirk and a squeaky clean record, or a quirkless scumbag that we have hundreds of reports on for sexual harassment and assault?”

With no affection or remorse you yank him by the hair and lick the shell of his ear.

“I had fun, Izuku. Find me when you get out of jail.” You place a final feather light kiss to his cheek and lead him through the crowds to bring him into the nearest precinct.

No man would ever make you feel as alive and exhilarated as he did, the memory of what you did being something you often revisit when you get yourself off late into the night after patrol, thinking of his villainous green eyes, while your words would haunt Izuku and play on a loop each night as he plotted ways to find you once he had served his time.

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Never Meant To Be | SVSSS Fanfic

- Nonbinary Reader

When you found out that you were reincarnated as a wandering orphan, forcing you to steal to survive. You lost count of the times that you would get beaten up upon getting caught by the villagers. The looks of disgust from the villagers upon seeing your raggy clothes and dirty face were imprinted on your small mind. Intelligence was nothing in this world; all that mattered was the ranking of an individual. There were times when you ended up starving on the streets or almost freezing to death.

It wasn't even surprising that, soon enough, the human traffickers found you. The original owner of the body was found by the human traffickers before you were even in the body. The human traffickers make weekly visits to the orphans, demanding that the orphans give them the taels that the orphans gathered from begging on the street. The ones that weren't able to give any received a beating. All the good spots in the areas were taken by the other orphans, while you were left with the crappiest area, which is mostly deserted.

The income was so low that you even decided to leave this village and beg elsewhere. The traffickers caught you again, and you received another beating. Only then did you learn that the orphans are only allowed to beg within the village.

Every week of the first few months, you have received a beating from the traffickers.

The orphans could hardly fend for themselves, so they didn't even bother sharing any of their stuff with you. Resorting to having to even fight them for some ointments. Yes, there would always be some additional bruises after the fight; however, you did get your ointment. You know that your life is miserable the moment you even have to fight a dog for a blanket. Even the white cat from the village council’s madam gives you the disdainful treatment. Hissing at you whenever you look at its pearly white fur.

You were envious of the white cat. It gets better treatment and is cleaner than the combination of you and the other orphans. You remembered watching out of the village council madam’s window, drooling at the lotus cake being fed to the white cat daily, who later licked its paw.

One day, in the village, there was a huge fire that ended up spreading out to the borders of the village. Everybody was evacuating, while you stood confused and helpless. Almost accepting the new path of death, ending this misery of yours. You would have never expected that a cultivator would rescue you. Your memories of his appearances were blurry. The only thing that you have left of him is the ripped-off piece of his light green robe.

Away from the human traffickers, your life was somewhat peaceful. You would be found stuffing your mouth with mysterious berries that you found in the forest. The stomachaches taught you which berries to pick and which berries not to pick. Cleansing the filth off yourself in the rivers.

You find yourself in a new village and hear from the villagers about Cang Qiong accepting new disciples. That would be a good chance to turn your life around.

There was something familiar about that name, but you were not able to find out exactly what it was.

——-

You watched the large crowds of hundreds of people. There were some other orphans, some kids dressed in rich silk robes, and some kids from the casual village household. The task was plain and simple; it was just digging holes. A few of the rich folks were complaining of dirtying their robes: “This is too filthy!”. “I can’t handle this any more!” “I’m telling my mommy and daddy about this!”. “This is so unfair!” “Why am I doing the work of a slave?!” so many complaints.

So they ended up ordering their servants to do it for them, resulting in the rich folks getting disqualified. “Wait until my parents hear about this! They’ll shut this mountain completely down!” but as expected, those complaints were all barks and no bites.

The sun beat down on your back as you hunched over the earth, your long, pointed nails digging into the clay. Untrim nails for months, maybe even years; you were not sure since you only occupied the body a few months ago.

Each thrust of your hand was met with gritty resistance. The earth, dry and stubborn, yielded only grudgingly. Tiny particles of clay, fine as dust, clung to your nails, causing a gritty discomfort that snaked up your arms, sending chills through you. Regardless of your gender, the sensation was maddening, a constant reminder of the tenacity of the very ground you were attempting to conquer.

There were some smart kids who dug platforms stacked upon each other like stairs from the soil. That is to make it easier to get out of the hole.

However, that also wastes a lot of time, and time is precious.

Your brow furrowed, and you bit your lip, the scent of nature mingling with the dust that clung to your clothes. The discomfort was a constant, a nagging reminder of the futility of your task. Yet, you dug on. It was more than just a hole you were creating; it was a statement, one that would completely change the turn of fate.

Each inch dug was a battle—a slow, agonizing victory. The earth, unforgiving and relentless, fought back, the damp clay clinging to your nails like a tenacious parasite. But you pushed on; you drew in grim concentration, your eyes burning with a singular focus.

You knew the pain and discomfort were necessary parts of the process. It was the price you paid for the freedom of creation, for defying the expectations of practicality. The discomfort was a reminder that you were pushing boundaries and challenging the very fabric of reality.

Finally, with a groan, the earth gave way. By the time the ending was announced, the hole, deep and narrow, was complete.

You looked around, and that's when you saw him. You identified him from the crowd by his green robes. The feeling of familiarity and nausea hit you like a wave.

Your survivor, your angel, is the one that’s going to drag you out of this hellhole.

He noticed you; his paper fan spread out, covering half of his face. He narrowed his eyes at you indifferently.

—-

Being a disciple of Qing Jing Peak Lord was not that bad; your life clearly improved. You don't have to fight other orphans or animals for anything. All living expenses were provided for you. You shared your daily tasks with the other disciples. During your free time, you’ll spend time watching your Shizun from afar. Aside from that, the looks of admiration and gratitude were obvious.

The wind carries the rumors.

It has only been a few months since you became a disciple, and you have already heard your share of the rumors surrounding your savior.

The rumors surrounding your savior were outrageous; you would never bring yourself to believe them, even if there were doubts surrounding them.

in the following months. You have always kept a safe distance from your savior. You can’t deny that there were desires of wanting to have physical contact with your savior. It was pure nonetheless, but it still felt wrong. Even after you left behind your past of being an orphan, you still felt filthy and tainted. You were disgusted by yourself. It wasn’t long before you realized that you had romantic feelings for your savior.

But you never have the courage to confess. Your savior was close, yet felt so distant at the same time.

——

A young disciple named Luo Binghe had just arrived, and he was taken in as your Shidi. From the start, he showed himself to be a hardworking and persistent teenager, always displaying politeness towards everyone. However, despite his good nature, your savior began to treat him unfairly, burdening him with an excessive number of tasks compared to the other disciples. This sudden change in attitude was puzzling.

Witnessing Luo Binghe being disciplined unjustly, you found yourself tending to his wounds and gradually forming a close bond with him. Despite the mistreatment, he never blamed Shizun for his hardships. As time went on, the male disciples following your savior joined in on the unfair treatment, directing their animosity towards Luo Binghe by assigning him all the unwanted tasks. Despite this, Luo Binghe continued to fulfill his duties without complaint.

Nonetheless, it pains you to see your savior acting like a monster.

——

You were unsure how it turned out this way. One day, your savior’s personality completely changed. It was almost like they were completely different people. It was also the first time that your ‘savior’ approached you willingly, apart from missions. You were happy about it, but something felt horribly wrong at the same time.

You have always had that feeling since you first became a disciple. It was wrong for a disciple to have romantic feelings for their Shizun.

This was different; it was almost as if this was an imposter living in your savior’s body; their aura was different. The imposter gives out a more outgoing and calm vibe, while your savior gives out a more indifferent and cold vibe. There is no possible way that one person could change in the span of hardly one day.

But how is it possible that somebody would look exactly like your savior? Did your savior have a twin brother? If yes, where is your savior right now? There’s no possible way that your savior would just abandon his disciples and his title without a single word.

The imposter attempted to mend your relationship; however, it didn’t work. The longer that the imposter stayed, the more hatred that you grew for him.

At the same time, you were glad that he’s now nicer to his disciples and Shidi Luo Binghe. But you simply can't get over the fact that the imposter is using your savior’s body without any permission.

Months turned into years, and your hatred toward the imposter grew numb, just like your feelings. There was no use for it anymore. You ended up leaving the peak and becoming a wandering cultivator.

When your Shidi Luo Binghe married the imposter, they invited you, hoping that you would come. Which you did.

As you watched the smiles imprinted on both your Shidi Luo Binghe and the imposter, Only then did you realize that you had officially lost your savior. Forever.

[bloomingapricots]

The Cunning Cat and Lazy Fox

Updated here first at AO3

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 (here) | Chapter 4

Chapter 3 | Growing Closer

“Is this all you can remember?” You asked.

“Give me a break, I basically reincarnated,” Shang Huaisang whined. Currently, you are hanging out with Shang Huaisang at a teahouse and reading over the information he remembered of Proud Immortal Demon Way.

“It’s just that your book was not popular enough to warrant a Wiki page, or from what I last looked at. Much less the animals and plants,” You are contemplating mentioning Tianlang-Jun and Zhuzhi-lang. However, it is too early for that as Yue Qi is still Yue Qi and not Yue Qingyuan. “Anyways, how is Mobei-Jun?”

“I’m still gaining his trust,” Shang Huaisang replied.

“Alright, just… don’t take his hits and remind him that you’re a human,” As much as you like teasing Shen Jiu and gaslighting Yue Qi and Liu Mingcheng. You have some pity for Shang Huaisang as he is not only overworked but is also in a constant state of paranoia. Plus you do not like the pain-for-comedy trope either. Bonking Yue Qi the other day was your patience snapping, afterward, you went to sword training to release your rage.

“I will,” Shang Huaisang appreciated your care based on his small smile. You and Shang Huaisang became good friends over a couple of weeks.

“Jiu-er, I made sure you got your own room, it may be small but the door is strong and it has a lock,” You turned your head to look at Shen Jiu who lay right next to you. “So why are you here?”

“Do you not like Jiu-er anymore?” Your prickly junior brother asked. His eyes were wide, wearing a sad look. This damn cat is gaslighting you. You wrapped your arms around Shen Jiu and brought him closer to you where your foreheads touched.

“My dear Jiu-er,” You smiled sweetly. Shen Jiu's eyes widen at suddenly being pulled closer to you and the look in your eyes. You lowered a hand to hold his waist to pinch it.

“Hey!” Shen Jiu pushed you away and rubbed his waist.

“Jiu-er, as much as our martial sibling respects me, many will still talk behind my back. After all, I was not born male,” You pointedly stared at a dresser that held your undergarment. You know that Shen Jiu looked through your room, though you did not mind as you did give him a key to your room. “Hell, Yue-Shixiong asked if we dual cultivated,” You sighed.

“... What. Qi-ge asked that?” Shen Jiu mumbled. Now Shen Jiu actually looked upset.

“I didn’t reply to that and just hit him with my bamboo dizi. Jiu-er, as much as Shizun and the disciples of Qing Jing Peak respect my identity, not everyone does as such, you stick with me this closely” You gestured to yourself and him, in your bed, laid right next to each other. “Is seen as improper so there is a lot of gossip,”

“There is always gossip,” Shen Jiu complained.

“Yeah, that’s true. I guess it's better than your rumored lecherous ways,” You shrugged.

“There was a rumor of me seducing you so I could manipulate you and become the head disciple,” Shen Jiu said.

“Ha, as if, the disciples forgot at the beginning how lazy I was and it wasn’t till a certain incident that got me chosen by Shizun to be head disciple,” You said.

“I have been wondering about that, how did you become the head disciple,” Shen Jiu asked.

“Hm, I’ll tell you some other time,” You rolled over to lay on your back and closed your eyes. “We have a lot of work to do in the morning,”

“A-Duzhe! Tell me!” Shen Jiu whined.

“...I don't think this night is the right night for that tale, Jiu-er.” You turned your head and looked at Shen Jiu. Shen Jiu saw the look in your eyes and decided not to push anymore. He also rolled to lay on his back. You closed your eyes but smiled when you felt Shen Jiu hold your hand. Hand in hand, you and Shen Jiu drifted off to sleep.

—

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” You mentioned last night to Shen Jiu that there will be a lot of work to do in the morning. The morning came and you took Shen Jiu with you on a hunt for a time-sensitive herb that your Shizun wanted to study but it went terribly wrong. Three overly-sized spiders are chasing the two of you. “Jiu-er! To the left,” Shen Jiu turned as you instructed and you followed after him while releasing many talismans that either protected your and Shen Jiu’s back or stuck to the three spiders to slow it down. Did you mention that you have a stupidly large amount of qi? Well, you do and when your Shizun learned about it they scolded you for hiding your potential.

“A-Duzhe! Where are we heading?” Shen Jiu yelled.

“To the cave tunnel that is only average people's size!” You yelled back.

“Alright!” Shen Jiu replied. As you defended your backs, Shen Jiu took the lead to find the cave tunnel you mentioned. He was quick to spot it as the two of you approached the mountain. “A-Duzhe! I can see the cave!”

“Okay!” You pulled out some talismans that glow brightly. “Jiu-er, lighting them up now!” You warned. Shen Jiu grabbed your hand as the spiders paused because of the lights and the two of you ran for your life towards the cave. Once deep enough the two of you stop running to catch a breath. “So much exercising,”

“...” As you were busy catching your breath, Shen Jiu was glaring at you as he caught his breath.

“Jiu-er?” You questioned when you turned to check on Shen Jiu.

“Since when did Shixiong have so much power?” Shen Jiu asked.

“What? Oh,” You remembered the aforementioned stupidly large amount of qi that is kind of an open secret of the mountain sect and how you recklessly used up a lot of talismans in front of Shen Jiu.

“Shixiong is truly lazy,” Shen Jiu pouted. As you come to learn, when Shen Jiu calls you senior brother and not your name with endearment, he is slightly annoyed or mad at you.

“My Shidi should know his Shixiong is not that attached to his position of head disciple and Shizun has chosen this Shixiong because of his achievement from the incident,” You explained. “Besides, this Shixiong got terribly scolded and lectured already by Shizun.”

“Shixiong has a lot of secrets,” Shen Jiu said.

“Shidi will learn all in time,” You replied.

—

“A-Duzhe, where does this tunnel lead to?” Shen Jiu asked after you dotted on him some more and started walking to the other side of the cave.

“Just a town, I think it’s called Peony Village because these soft pink peonies naturally grow there no matter what,” You explained. “Doesn’t it sound romantic, Jiu-er?” You teased him.

“Shixiong,” Shen Jiu gave you a blank stare. “Does Shizun not need us back soon?”

“We have the herbs in the time-frozen Qiankun pouch,” you shrugged and looked at the sky. “Plus I don’t think we have the energy to fly back before night falls,”

“I’ll trust A-Duzhe for now then,” Shen Jiu huffed. You grinned as the two of you entered Peony Village. Like its namesake, the village is overflown with soft pink peony bushes. The villagers were pleasant and welcoming as they placed peony flower crowns on your head and Shen Jiu’s head. Shen Jiu looked away from you as you and the village girls giggled at his flustered face. He grabbed your arm and dragged you to find a brothel. “Let’s go!”

“Haha Alright, alright, Shidi!” You laughed.

“There is a big banquet in front of the village chief’s home later, this one hopes the two Gongzi will appear,” Waved a nice auntie.

“Sure,” You yelled back and waved. As you and Shen Jiu found a brothel that was willing to room and board the two of you for the night, you asked Shen Jiu out on a date tomorrow.

“As Jiu-er heard, there is a banquet later tonight, shall we go together,” You asked.

“Why would this one go with such a shameless Shixiong?” Shen Jiu teased.

“Your Shixiong will get his Shidi’s food for him, so he doesn’t have to get up from his seat,” You smiled and leaned on Shen Jiu.

“Very well, this one will go with A-Duzhe,” Shen Jiu huffed.

“Will Jiu-er also like to view the peonies with me in the morning?” You asked.

“Is A-Duzhe trying to take up all my time?” Shen Jiu asked.

“A-Duzhe wants to have lots of memories with Jiu-er,” You replied.

“... Very well,” Shen Jiu agreed. You smiled brightly as you hugged Shen Jiu and forced him to lie on the bed.

“A-Duzhe!” Shen Jiu yelped but all you did was laugh.

—

Each time you went out and brought Shen Jiu with you, you conveniently went to photogenic and fun locations. You totally did not bribe your Shizun by allowing him to call upon you to play your dizi. Did you ever mention that you are a good dizi player? You are an incredible dizi player but you rarely play anymore and have to be bribed to play. Anyway, you had many fun “impulsive” dates with Shen Jiu and you can see that Shen Jiu softens over time. You also saw over time that Shen Jiu was willing to go out with not only his senior and junior sisters but his junior brothers too. No luck on his senior brothers though.

[pr0cyon-lotor]

I want to put Kim Dokja and Shen Yuan in a terrarium and study them like a science experiment

Idk I just think they'd be silly interacting

I mean two (not so secretly sweet and caring) guys with protagonist husbands

[mikey180]

I require requests. I swear I'm brain dead. They are open, if you didn't know! Help me.

[serxinns]

Could you do a yandere class 1A where reader is Aizawa’s kid?

Teachers Kid

(yan! Class 1a and platonic Yan aizawa x Aizawas kid reader

Tw: Mentions of abuse, Neglect and cheating

Aizawa was very overprotective of you as a kid Ever since your mom neglecteded you, cheated on him, and left the both of you with another scumbag, he remembered the way you reached your little toddler hands towards her while the snake cling to the scum's arm while they both giggled leaving while she said her final goodbyes it wasn't any Genuine he can hear how eager she was to leave this family the door shutted and you started crying calling out to the snake to come back with ur little grabby arms his heart stung he promised to protect you and to make you don't gotta deal with it again but 1st he had to take care of that woman...

•You lived with your dad your mom wasn't present in your life your dad told you that she did something really bad and now she's getting "Punished" Aizawa homeschooled you through elementary school to middle school it was fun at 1st but you felt a little sad when other kids played with their friends brought back cool stuff like toys and candy while you were stuck in the house either training with him with or without your quirk

•at a young age you dreamed of being a hero like your father and go to UA to be just like him as much as Aizawa loved to look up to you he could never let you be a hero but always shut the topic down with a strict warning you kept pressuring him trying to convince him, bribe him anything you even did the puppy eyes he secretly loves so much but he stood his ground and said no his final answer

•Aizawa was teaching his boring lesson to the class when he heard his ringtone but it wasn't his usual ringtone "Dad pumpkin spit a hairball in your shoe" he quickly turned his phone off flushed red in embarrassment he slowly turned to see the class in shock and some of them giggling a bit "YOU HAVE A CHILD?!"

• the classrooms were in chaos they were now fixated on their teacher's kid they were all asking questions about ur description, Quirk, Personality everything they wanted to know everything about you, Aizawa quickly quieted them down "Everyone needs to quiet down! Yes that's is my kid they're the same age as you all and is are HAPPLIY homeschooled that's it now let's continue " the class tried to answer more questions but Aizawa shut it down completely which made the class groan while Aizawa looked annoyed in the outside in the inside he was panicking, his class all discovered about you and they seem eager

•Even after school they all couldn't stop thinking about you whenever someone mentioned you in their heart. started to race and started to blush they haven't even met you yet so why do they feel this way... They gather around starting to wonder what are you

•while Aizawa was driving home he was just panicking even more his class found out about you he thought he was hiding. you so well why did he have to slip up he didn't want to put you in public high school it was just too dangerous especially if villains are now spawning up more commonly and he thought of something something he didn't like but it was his only choice

•"Y/N!, Kid we need to talk" you walked downstairs to see that your father was looking really serious like this was gonna be a long talk you gulped mentally "yea Dad also did you get my voicemail?" "That's the one we're talking about," your father said his eyes narrowing at you "But another thing since villains these days are commonly targeting heroes these days and I was worried about what would happen to you when you're home alone so I decided to nezu about enrolling you to Ua High-" just when you said that you jumped in his arms hugging him so tight "YES YES THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU" Aizawa may be defeated and nervous but seeing you bleamed up like you used to as a kid made him think you'll be fine "Alright then you start tomorrow im sure my class will love you"

[gatitties]

Can we get a part 5 of the yandere platonic jjk series? It is one of the best yandere series I’ve read and I really hope you continue it! :)

The blank pages - Web of love

"The blank pages" are untold events in the parts of web of love, as well as some headcanons or small random scenarios.

─Yandere!Jujutsu Kaisen x fem!reader (Platonic)

─Summary: A little more about your life living with sorcerers and curses

─Warnings: stalking, obsession, toxic behaviors, yandere stuff

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

well, I don't know when I will write (if I do) another part as long as the others, it's one of the "minifanfics" that takes me the most time to write, but I can always write some headcanons or small scenarios like this :p

─ You are so fond of sorcerers that your nickname for the vast majority of them is scumbag <3, especially for Gojo, when you don't call him a poorly felled birch.

─ Once you asked Sukuna if he had gone to class with Jesus Christ, he didn't kill you on the spot because you were so tired that you seemed drugged and he felt sorry.

─ You will never admit that among all the crazy people Itadori is your favorite.

─ When Gojo wants to scold you for something, you simply apply the technique of turning up the volume to the maximum on your headphones while you nod.

─ Refusing to speak sometimes only made everyone learn your non-verbal language.

─ With each passing day you don't care if you are devoured by a curse just so you can rest in peace.

─ You once went on a solo mission (some mysterious way it happened), they almost wrapped you up like a mummy when they saw you arrive with some bruises and cuts.

─ Megumi comes to your side when he sees you nod off during the day so you can lean on his shoulder and sleep.

─ Many times you would like to punch everyone but they don't even deserve that much attention from you.

─ On a random day of the week you will be dragged by Nobara to have a sleepover, you don't complain much because you do nothing and get gossip.

─ One day you went to the Zenin clan house with Maki and you thought that you grew old during the time you spent there, for once you were glad that Maki didn't leave your side.

─ You are afraid of talking too much with Utahime because you think that if you do she will end up just as obsessed as the others, you don't want to break that feeling of talking to someone other than your family.

─ You discovered that the sorcerers entered your room at night but you decided not to confront them for the moment.

─ If Choso wasn't so overprotective and mother hen, you wouldn't mind if he treated you like a little sister.

─ He begins to silently threaten all the people who may be a potential partner for you (he threatened a cashier who told you that you looked pretty one day).

─ If you are with the villains you will say that you are part of the sorcerers' team and that you will fight against them until you die, if you are with the sorcerers, you will say the same but on the opposite side so as not to give them the benefit of knowing your thoughts.

─ Despite everyone, you have the right to go on the weekends you want to visit your family, although sometimes they will put obstacles in place so that you are delayed and miss the train.

─ Those days are your days of peace, you even decide to help at your parents' restaurant even though it is a stressful day, the pressure makes you put your feet back on the ground.

─ You submitted a letter of resignation to the studies because you thought you were qualified enough to return to your parents now that you know how to control your powers, Yaga tore the paper to pieces after you left.

─ You hope you trip and break your neck during some training, it's a shame that Panda and Toge will rush towards you even if you only stumble slightly.

─ Everyone prefers to blame someone else but you, even if you openly say that you are guilty of something, they will do mental exercise to prevent you from being guilty.

─ Sukuna is fighting to get you to join his side, whatever the reason, you will be a key piece in the outcome.

─ Of course, they don't want to get violent with you, the threats and beatings go to other people, for you they have manipulation.

─ Which you clearly detect, but you decide to play along for the moment, without knowing that you are getting more entangled in the web.

─ They probably know that you are acting but they don't care because they are getting the attention they want from you.

─ The situation is like a snake biting its tail, and you hope that when that snake dies from suffocation by its own body, you are not there.

[haru-natsuka]

Second Male Leads Are all Yanderes but I Won't Rest Until I Win My Love Back (Female Reader x OCs)

CHAPTER 5

Story will start after the synopsis

Every second male lead who appeared in this world had a hidden yandere side that can emerge at any moment and turn them into a twisted and obsessive villain.

As someone with a severe case of the "second male lead syndrome", you are determined to pursue your love for the second male lead, leaving the original male lead to become the second.

While you were busy chasing after the second male lead, the original male lead kept on bothering you and trying to get you to choose him instead.

"Don't you dare to come any closer!" You snap at the original male lead, your tone sharp and firm.

"Oh, and who's going to stop me? You?" The yandere stares at you, a menacing look in their eyes, as their body slowly moves closer.

"Too close! Step back!"

"Your words mean nothing to me. You can't control me. I will come as close as I please, you can't stop me."

As if a yandere was not enough, when you chose to ignore the original male lead, another second male lead suddenly entered your life, further complicating the situation.

The yandere and the upcoming second male lead both seem determined to have you for themselves, and they were both very possessive and pushy in their approaches to you.

You just wanted to be happy with your true love. Yandere or not, you would stick with your crush!

CHAPTER 1 << CHAPTER 2 << CHAPTER 3 << CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5: DISTURBING ENEMY

You had prepared yourself to step on his foot if he dared to get any closer, but before you could even react to his advancement, he suddenly thrust a bunch of flowers directly towards your face. The petal of the flowers were forced to kiss your face.

You stared at the flowers that had been shoved under your nose in shock. The hand that was within his hold, was forced to received the flowers as he flashed you with a sickeningly smile. That was how you interpreted it.

"I love you, my lady" Your ears pricked up upon hearing the man proclaim his feelings for you. It made your stomach churn in disgust.

'What this bastard is saying. My ears only reserve for Adrian confession!!!'

Flowers were the language for your love to Adrian that you confessed everyday and the way this scoundrel using it nonchalantly, irritated you. You stared at it in distaste as you felt the flowers were already tainted when he got a hold on it. You clenched the flower stem tightly and without any remorse, you swing it directly to his face several times.

'An eye for an eye! A face for a face!'

"DONT-" Swing!

"YOU-" Swing!

"DARE-" Swing!"

"TO CONFESS-" Swing!

"TO ME" Smack!

He managed to avoid all of your advance with his fast reflects. It was frustrating, really irritating! The broken flowers were left dropped on the cold ground as you wanted to punch him with your own tiny fist. You were ready in a position to give him the greatest blow, to treat the loose screw in his head but he was too dumb to read you. Before your fist could land on his face, he had enveloped you within his arm this time.

"My lovely lady, don't be mad. I promise I would only love you"

'This is sexual harassment! Only Adrian has the right to touch my body!'

With all your strength, you pushed him a bit and punched his face but the damaged was minimal. Even worst, that smile, his smile that you hated the most still being directed to you. You longed to scream out loud in frustration but you need to control your voice to avoid any further attention. The ladies nearby whispered amongst themselves but you just could not care as your sole enemy were in front of you.

"Just go away from me, Cyrus!"

"No, I refuse to leave you alone. I'm here to claim you" Cyrus shook his head firmly, his eyes locking onto yours with stubborn determination.

'AHHHH! This bastard! Imbecile! Moron! Scumbag!'

What does he want from you?! You could not even screamed for help as Adrian could not meet him. Not his closest friend who used to hurt him emotionally and mentally. It took months for your man to recover from his pain. You could not allow his pain to resurface. There was only a way to escape from this despair.

Inhaling a deep breath, lifting the hem of your dress, you broke into a run, sprinting away as quickly as you could. As expected, he followed closely behind. Your mind was focused on a single goal. You needed to get this unwanted person away from Adrian at all cost.

'Sorry Adrian, I'm truly sorry for leaving you like this'

You heart ached upon imagining Adrian's worried face, the image of his anxious face vividly painted in your mind. You could picture him desperately searching for you, frantically looking for any sign of your whereabouts.

Adrian was an angel who always taking care of you. It was alright. You would made Cyrus lost you as soon as possible and returned to your man. You know this town better than him. It would only take 3 minutes for you to lost him.

"You should train your stamina, Y/N" He had somehow managed to catch up on you and grabbed your arm again. In your haste and desperation, you must forgotten that he is the best knight graduate in your academy.

"Don't touch me as you please, Cyrus. Don't come near me. Don't even said a word to me"

Cyrus showed no hesitation in disregarding your firm words, his smile unwavering as he continued to maintain his grip on your arm. He made no attempt to withdraw or distance himself from you, his expression remaining infuriatingly unchanged.

"Oh, come on now, don't be like that," he said, his voice dripping with an annoying cheerfulness.

"There's no need to get so worked up. Let me send you home. I trouble you a lot today"

"No, absolutely not! Don't you dare!" Your heart pounded in your chest as Cyrus suggested escorting you back home, his tone maddeningly nonchalant. You immediately wrenched your arm free from his grip and ran away again.

After a lot of running and hiding at some corner, the sun already about to set did you finally managed to make Cyrus lost you. As you tiredly dragging your legs to your house, a familiar shout of your name pierced through the air, capturing your attention. You lifted your gaze to the source of the sound.

There, in front of your house was a panic Adrian who rushed to you and envelope you in a tight embrace, pulling you close against his chest. His white shirt was damp with sweat, a testament to how panicked he had been while searching for you but you paid no mind as you were focused more on the kisses Adrian placed on your crown.

'My skinship progress, definitely getting better'

Adrian held onto you tightly, his arms encircling you protectively as he buried his face into your hair. His words came out in a rush of breathless relief, tinged with a hint of scolding.

"Y/N... Where were you all this while? I was so worried. I thought something bad happened to you," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of worry and tenderness.

You felt a pang of guilt in your chest as you heard the worry in Adrian's voice and felt the tightness of his embrace. You pulled back slightly so you could look up at his face, seeing the mixture of concern and relief etched across his features.

"I'm sorry, Adrian. I'm really sorry. I'm back now"

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Strip Club Owner!Vessel x Reader

feat. Bartender!III, Manager!II, and Bouncer!IV

attempted sexual assault, eepy boys to the rescue, comfort with Vessel, non-descript reader outside of wearing eyeliner and simply having hair (though no specified length), author has never been to a strip club

a/n: this is mostly unedited so I apologize in advance for any errors, I simply needed this to stop haunting my drafts. it was intended to be a blurb but... uh.... I might have gotten a little carried away.

2.4k words

No one's ever seen the owner of the Pink Pony Club, there's a name listed on their business certificate and an owner's office tucked away in the corner, and the light is on six nights a week. Some of the regulars have caught a glimpse of his shadowed figure slipping out the back door, but they'd never know for sure it was even him. Most business in the club was conducted through the general manager, II. He hired the dancers and the staff, running final decisions through the mysterious owner, Vessel. Every night II keeps a watchful eye on the floor of the club, reporting back to Vessel throughout the night.

On this particular night though it was the bartender, III, who caught the commotion at the far end of the bar. The pristine white suit jacket caught III's eye instantly, the only customer to come in wearing such a bright white was some Wall Street scumbag who was already on his second strike at the club. He watched a streak of white as the asshole reached out to grab onto one of the dancer's arms as they walked by, yanking them back to stand in front of him.

III clocked the startled look in their eyes, the panic in their eyes was accentuated by their heavy eyeliner, giving them a similar look of a deer caught in the headlights. It was only their second week at the club, and he could tell by their reaction that this was the first time they'd encountered a more aggressive customer. III grabbed the walkie talkie from behind the bar, radioing for II to come to the bar, but got no response.

Shit. He's probably on his smoke break. III thought to himself.

He glanced back over, seeing the man's hands running along their waist, fingertips digging into their sides in a tight grip, evidenced by the wince on their face as he pulled them closer, their nose crinkling at his rancid breath. III tried calling II one more time, eyes trained on the pair at the end of the bar as he watched their attempts to wriggle from the man's hold. When he saw the anger in the man's eyes, he knew he couldn't sit around and wait for II's response.

III quickly signaled to the other bartender to watch the end of the bar while he slipped out, his long strides carrying him to the back office in seconds, knocking rapidly.

The door cracked open, a chain keeping the office door from opening all the way, when Vessel saw his best bartender bouncing on his heels at the door he raised an eyebrow in silent question.

"Fucking Kingpin's back." He explained. It was a nickname Vessel himself had coined after the main villain in the Daredevil comics, known for his pristine white suit.

"II?" Vessel asked.

"Not answering."

"What's he doing this time?"

"Got his hands on Y/N." He stated quickly.

A dark cloud passed over Vessel's eyes. If there was one thing about Vessel, it was that he genuinely cared about his employees. He knew they exposed themselves to a certain amount of risk by working at the Pink Pony, and he would stop at nothing to make sure they were safe under his supervision. It was why they'd hired on a new bouncer not too long ago after business started picking up. IV was a retired rugby player, and had no issues literally tossing drunk assholes out onto the street.

"Where." It was more of a growl than a question. He'd approved their paperwork only a few weeks ago, remembering how II described them.

"End of the bar."

The door slammed shut, and III heard the chain sliding out of place before Vessel's looming from appeared in the doorway, brushing past III as he made his way to the bar. He watched as Kingpin's head dipped into the crook of their neck as they tried pushing him away again, and he was seeing red.

"Hey!" He barked, stalking closer to the two at the end of the bar, Y/N's face melting into one of relief at the owner's appearance. When Kingpin didn't move, his lips grazing the skin of their throat as they tried to squirm away, Vessel closed the distance in three easy steps, his hand forcefully yanking his shoulder back and effectively separating at least his mouth from the newest dancer.

"There an problem here?" Kingpin slurred, clearly not registering the pure ire on Vessel's face.

"Yeah. There's a fucking problem. Get your hands off my dancer." He growled, eyes flicking to where the man's hands still gripped Y/N's body, dangerously close to their ass.

"D'worry, I'm good to pay." He said, his voice dripping with arrogance.

"Afraid you're looking for services we don't offer here." Vessel sneered, his grip tightening on the man's shoulder, a flicker of pain flashing across his face.

"I'm willing to pay extra for this one..." The predatory grin on Kingpin's face had Vessel setting aside his good business sense and shoving the man from the stool, releasing his grip on Y/N in the process.

In an instant, IV appeared behind Vessel. Vessel glanced over his shoulder at the bouncer before just giving a simple nod of his head. Iv wasted no time in leaning down, grabbing the man by the lapels of his jacket and hoisting him to his feet. He yanked him forward before stepping behind him, a firm hand on his collar as he ushered him to the exit.

Vessel could hear Kingpin's protests, but one glance at IV proved that the situation was handled as he forcibly shoved him out the door, landing flat on his face against the sidewalk. If he'd been paying closer attention, he probably would have seen the way that IV spat at (not on, he was a professional after all, but that didn't mean he didn't have a distaste for drunk sleaze balls) him before slamming the door shut.

But Vessel's attention was on Y/N in an instant, checking them over for any visible injuries. His stomach lurched at the sight of the red mark against their collarbone, and he reached out a hand, which they hesitantly accepted before Vessel led them back to his office. As he passed the bar, he gave III a thankful nod before stepping aside to let Y/N into the solace of his office.

When the door closed behind him, the thumping music of the club faded to the background, and Y/N couldn't help the tears that sprang in their eyes.

"Are you alright?" Vessel asked in a surprisingly gentle tone, given the events that had just transpired. They nodded their head weakly, not wanting the owner to think they couldn't handle the job. But as a rebellious tear slipped down their cheek, Vessel slowly took a step forward to tentatively reach a hand out to cup their cheek, his thumb wiping the tear away.

"Are you alright?" Vessel repeated, voice barely above a whisper as they observed the dancer's delicate state. He remembered the way II described them, how upon meeting them he was unsure because of their gentle demeanor, yet watching them on stage he had seen a completely different person. They'd said this would be their first official dancing job, and imagined they'd yet to face some of the harsher realities of their position.

When they shook their head, he slid his hand along the side of their face to cup the back of their head, bringing them forward into a tight, comforting embrace. Their face fell into his shoulder, and he could feel their hot tears seeping through the material of his shirt as he stroked their hair gently.

After a moment they tugged their face away, and he let his arms fall to his sides as they stepped back, wiping the smudged eye makeup from underneath their eyes.

"Sorry, I'm just... He caught me off guard. That's all. I'm fine." They said, though the slight waver to their voice told Vessel differently.

"Are you sure?" He asked gently, tilting his head as he took in their quivering appearance.

"Y-yeah. Fine. Promise." They said quickly and Vessel just shook his head.

"You don't look fine to me, sweetheart." He didn't miss the slight panic in their eyes as he passed them to open his desk drawer.

I'm getting fired. He doesn't think I can handle this and he's going to fire me.

"Let me take you home." He said, and they shook their head furiously as he produced a set of car keys from the drawer.

"No, really. I'm fine. I got this." They said, trying to reassure him despite the new tears threatening to spill down their cheeks. Vessel sighed, setting the keys down on the desk to stand in front of them once more. He slowly reached his hands out to grasp their bicep, giving them time to flinch away, but when they didn't he squeezed them comfortingly.

"Sweetheart, it's okay. It's an unfortunate aspect of the business, it's happened to everyone," he says with a deep sigh. "It's okay to be scared, uncomfortable, whatever you're feeling. What isn't okay is you trying to pretend it didn't bother you. No one will think any less of you for wanting to go home, least of all me. It's part of my job to look after you, and that's what I'm doing." Vessel finished, looking deep into their eyes as they slowly nodded their head.

"I can't, I can't afford to-"

"That wasn't my question," Vessel interrupted. "Now, do you want me to take you home?" he repeated and his heart squeezed as he watched them bite down on their bottom lip, nodding their head shyly. A small smile crossed his lips, pleased that they were willing to accept his offer.

"Alright. Go get changed, pack up your stuff, I'll meet you by the back entrance." He said, his hands sliding down their arms to squeeze their hands encouragingly.

He'd spotted II back on the floor and gave him a quick rundown of the situation, explaining that he'd be back in a little bit. About fifteen minutes later the back door swung open, Y/N standing in their comfortable change of clothes and, as promised, Vessel was standing right outside the entrance. He leaned against the wall, scrolling through his phone until he heard the familiar squeak of the hinges.

He slipped his phone into his pocket, a gentle hand on the small of their back as he guided them to his black sedan parked in the alley. He opened the passenger door, ushering them inside before closing it and jogging around to the driver side.

He had them type their address into his phone, driving in silence save for the classic rock radio station playing softly through the car's speakers, street lights illuminating Y/N's face as they leaned their head back against the headrest, fidgeting with their fingers.

"If it's any consolation, you're not the first dancer I've driven home after an incident like that." Vessel said quietly as the traffic light turned green.

"Really?" Y/N asked meekly.

"Really."

"So... You don't think I'm completely pathetic?"

"Of course not," Vessel stated firmly, glancing at them out of the corner of his eye, hesitating before continuing. "I know what it feels like."

Y/N couldn't hide their surprise at his revelation. "You do?" they asked, Vessel nodding his head.

"Why do you think I want to take such good care of my dancers? I was not so lucky, the first time anyone ever grabbed me like that... The owner just told me to suck it up because it's part of the job. But I don't believe that."

"I had no idea that you used to dance."

"It was something that wasn't a pleasant experience for me, because of the place I worked in. Customers could get away with just about anything for the right price. When I bought the Pink Pony, I wanted the experience to be different."

"Wow..." They mumbled, looking at him closely now. They'd obviously noticed how attractive the owner was in their brief meeting, but they hadn't considered the fact that he had ever been something other than just a businessman.

"So, really. It's okay to need to go home. I wish I had been given the same offer."

"I'm so sorry. I... Thank you." they said sincerely, and that small smile reappeared on his face.

"Of course. It won't be reflected on your paycheck, either. I don't want you feeling like you have to suffer just to make ends meet."

Fresh tears sprung up in their eyes, their heart melting for the man across from them. How could someone be so kind and generous, yet work in such a sleazy business? His heart was too pure for what he'd been through, he didn't deserve to be put through that kind of suffering. They reached a hand out to lay atop of his hand resting on the gear stick, squeezing gently.

"Thank you, Vessel." They said softly, and he turned his hand over, squeezing back.

"It's never a problem, Y/N."

The rest of the ride was quiet until they pulled in front of Y/N's apartment complex, Vessel shifting the car into park and turning to look at them.

"D'you want me to walk you to your door?" He asked, and they really thought the fondness in their heart for him couldn't grow any stronger.

"No, no it's alright. I can do this part by myself." they said. They smiled sweetly at him before gathering their bag into their lap, hesitating for a moment before leaning over to press a chaste kiss to his cheek.

Vessel froze, the simple gesture unexpected but not unwelcome. They didn't give him a chance to say anything else, popping the passenger door open and clamoring out of the sedan. They leaned down, resting their weight against the door.

"Good night, Vessel. Thank you again, I feel very lucky to have someone like you looking out for me."

"Always." he replied, watching carefully as they shut the door, walking quickly to the front door of their complex and unlocking the door. Just before they stepped inside, they turned, smiling to see that he was still watching and offered a small wave. He waved back, waiting until they had disappeared into the elevator to shift back into drive, getting ready to return to the club.

The next day, Y/N couldn't hide their surprise as they found a small bouquet of flowers sitting at their normal spot in the dressing room. They asked the other dancers, who said that they'd already been there when they arrived. When they looked closely, though, they found a small notecard reading simply

We're lucky to have you, too.

[amimuu]

Scumbag God's Self Saving System (COTL AU) - Masterpost!

The svsss x cotl crack au nobody asked for...

SGSSS: In which after dying an embarrassing death via food poisoning, local web-comic reader Neander finds himself transported into the comic he had been reading for the past couple years, "path of the bloodthirsty god of death" in the shoes of none other than the story's scum villain, Narinder, the chained deity that grants the protagonist the chance of vengeance-only to betray them, and suffer the consequences afterwards.

Determined to not let his ending remain the same, Neander, now Narinder, sets on a journey to change to comic's ending for the better, improve everyone's lives, and...seduce the protagonist in the process? Wait--what--

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Status: It's just a silly joke au, but I'll make doodles from time to time

Character Inbox: Naturally, its OPENNNNNN--!

This might contain spoilers for the novel Scum villain's self saving system--So keep that in mind!

Introduction post!! and--

Leshycat is real ya'll

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All the asks so far lol:

I get ya'll to read svsss

My favorite scene from the og novel <3333

Other characters?!?!?

Local transmigrator meets another transmigrator

Local god finds out he has kids, goes as well as you expect

[eris-snow]

𝐈'𝐦 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐞.

Tags: fluff, Bakugou x gn!reader, breakup

I've written many stories out of spite.

Guess this, wouldn't be my first.

To everyone, you were someone that was relatively passive. It was difficult to even get in a fight with you since you would diffuse the upcoming argument with a few well-chosen words. So when you got together with one of the extras in 2B, Bakugou never expected that you would ever yell at your boyfriend.

When Bakugou found out you got together with that lowly bastard, he almost blew up the oblivious messenger (Kirishima). Twice, actually, especially when he saw how awfully the scumbag treated you. He pushed you around, talked over you as if you were just an accessory that made him look good, and it made Bakugou's blood boil.

"That fucking bastard...! I'll kill him, with my two bare hands just you fucking wait-!"

But then he saw it. The way you laugh half-heartedly at his jokes as if trying to count the reasons why you were still with him. When he finally mustered enough guts to ask you about your love life, you immediately got defensive.

"He's amazing, really. He just has a hard time expressing it."

Hard time expressing it, my ass, Bakugou thought. He could see it, as plain as day. The guy just doesn't care about you.

The truth is brutal, but it's real.

You're just desperately conjuring vindication for a guy who was just using you to look good. And no matter how rational you were, in the ballcourt of love, you were hopelessly unreasonable.

So as you babble on about his supposed 'good' qualities to him, Bakugou just stood there with his back turned towards you, because he doesn't want you to see the anger collapsing to hurt on his face.

"I get it, Y/n. You can stop now," He'd said.

But someone can only take so much, can't they?

Because even you, who had a fuse as long as the ends of the earth, it never meant that you never felt anything to begin with.

Bakugou had only heard it from your broken frame later on in the day, but it was sufficient for him to put together the picture you tear-strickeningly painted.

Your boyfriend had come up to you a few hours ago, demanding that you stopped hanging out with Bakugou's squad because they were a "bad" influence on you. For the first time in your relationship, you retaliated.

They were your friends, and there was no way in hell that you were going to stop hanging out with them simply because your boyfriend asked you too. Then came the blackmail.

"I'm doing this for your sake."

A step towards you.

"They aren't good company,"

A mocking caress on your face.

"You should be spending your time with me, hm?"

You step backwards, back hitting the wall behind you.

"Especially that Bakugou fellow."

You clamp your hands on your ears, shaking your head stubbornly.

"Stop it," You whispered.

"He's most likely going to turn out as a villain, anyway."

"Just SHUT UP!" You roared.

Something snapped when he said that. Like a sturdy wooden plank splitting in half. Splinters fly everywhere, tiny dust particles fluttering to the ground as the deafening crack sound signals it's had enough.

"Some hero you are, Bf/n," You snarled, eyes welling up with unshed tears. "You use me, manipulate me and now you're trying to blackmail me?" Each word is enunciated with biting hurt, hurled at him one by one with pure, pent-up rage.

"Hell, you don't even bother to treat me with respect. Forget being a hero, you can barely pass off as a decent human being!"

Surprise was written across his face, evidently taken aback by your sudden outburst. "I'm done, Bf/n. You hear me? I'm. Done."

Shaking off the shock, your boyfriend-now ex-tries to reach for your hand when you were about to leave his dorm room.

I'll treat you better.

I'll make it up to you.

It won't happen again.

You shake him off. Not even a simple apology for his never-ending mistakes.

It's only in Bakugou's arms do you let yourself break down. You tried so hard, did everything right and more...

But he was the wrong person.

Bakugou doesn't even try to take advantage of the situation. The only thing he cared about at that moment was you. Why wouldn't he? You showed up at his dorm room near dinner time on a Saturday evening, looking as if you were about to fall over any second.

It was one of the few times he felt his heart sliced open once he took in how distraught you were. "You deserved better, so, so much better. Forget that asshole," Bakugou muttered.

Both of you didn't know it at that time, but it turns out a decade later, it's his ring that's around your finger.

[oh-its-souichi]

The ghost of you pt 2

Dabi x Reader

Dabi hadn't let himself think of you since that day on the rooftop. In the fall, his mind was always bombarded with memories of you. You became his girl in the fall.

You were standing outside on the sidewalk outside of a punk club with long hair in a tight black skirt and fishnets. You had a shreddded white shirt on and as he stepped closer to you on the sidewalk he thought you were something else, out of this fucking world. You turned your head and smiled at him and that was that. He had seen you during school when you were both younger, remembered you as the nice girl who smiled at him, smiled often like sunshine radiated from your heart.

He was at a scumbag bar now. Villains couldnt hang out in normal places so they made due with the shitty dive bars they had. The league had him running around doing bullshit tasks and dammit he needed a drink. He was sat up on a stool peering out from behind his whiskey, listening to the loud drunken banter. He sighed and took a swig. It was really all bullshit. Sometimes, he would hear someone say something funny, and he would fight to bite back a smile, but other than that bullshit.

He set his glass back down swallowing the burnt fire liquid and watched the whiskey slosh around in the glass.

"Hey glass!" He heard a guy yell behind him which made his ears perk up. The word was a ghost to him, haunting him with images of your cracked scars. "Whatcha want!" A girls voice answered, and he turned at the sound.

As soon as he saw you, his heart squeezed in his chest. His eyes widened, and he thought for a second he would spit his lungs out his mouth.. You were walking towards a guy with a wide smile on your face. You hair was longer and you looked so fucking gorgeous it made him want to puke. You had a tight black dress on that flared out at your hips, fishnets, and black boots. Glass like scars lined your arms and face, but it was gorgeous. You wrapped your arms around the guys neck, embracing him in a quick hug and pulled away, giving him a smile like sunshine. "Im going to get a drink, and then we can play." You said, and he seemed to agree because you walked away headed Dabi's direction. Part of him wanted you to see him, hoped you would see him and come over and scream at him because then at least he would hear the sound of your voice again, feel your anger so he knew you were more then a memory, real and still living in the world. He also knew you most likely wouldn't recognize him if you did see him. His scars were worse now, and his hair drenched black.

He watched you close the gap between you and the bar, standing just a few paces from him. All he could feel was his heart drain onto the flood, hot blood pouring out around him. There was a panic in his heart, and he thought maybe he would be fine if he ever saw you, but that was painfully not the case.

You took a glance towards him and there was no recognition. He was just an ugly stranger at the bar, not the man that left you with a head injury at the ER alone. The guy you had hugged before came up behind you with a few bills in his hand. He shook his head at you and said something with a smile. Dabi reckoned he was scolding you for paying for your own drink. You smiled back at the guy, and for a second Dabi recognized the expression you were making because he remembered when you used to look at him that way.

The panic in his heart warmed, and Dabi felt himself bolting to his feet and walking towards the door. Maybe it was the alcohol but deep sobs lumped in his throat. As you walked out, he "accidently" brushed his arm across your back and wanted to weep at the sensation. He made for the door quicker now, and when he got outside, he took a deep breathe in feeling the first of many tears drain down his face.

[lesinquietes]

All my work is posted on Ao3 as les_inquietes. It's also 18+ (minors, please don't interact). Please heed the warnings of each chapter before diving in if you're not sure, as I write dark yandere content. Check out my in progress and complete stories below ↓

In Progress

Thief

Yandere!Dabi x AFAB!Reader

As a psychologist at a psychiatric ward for villains, you’re used to encountering cruelty and treating trauma. But your days of freedom are unknowingly numbered when a new patient arrives. It’s then that you learn his compliance to your wishes comes at a hefty price — one you can’t possibly agree to.

Respite on Black Waters

Yandere!Levi x AFAB!Reader x Jean

A rewrite of my old fic, White Pearl, Black Oceans (WPBO). An alternate universe.

The secluded winter town, Shiganshina, sits on lonely, violent shores, seldom touched by any foreigners, save for the occasional transport vessel. The wind is enough to cause frostbitten fingers and the water is capable of death; it’s no wonder this place houses those whose families have resided here for centuries, and nothing more. But to you? To you, it’s home. The waves — rippling and aggressive — bring you peace, and your lighthouse is a safe haven amidst war-torn lands. You can’t imagine a life beyond this. It’s impossible to fantasize when your parents told you to protect this structure with your life, that the light at the very tip is just as much your lifeline as it is to ships drifting along the island’s coastal reef, shrouded by a black ocean. Everyone has a purpose. This is yours, right? At least, that’s what you think, until a military ship docks and a new, fresh hell unfolds. The soldiers seem nice enough, except for that short one with the permanent scowl and piercing, miserable eyes. Maybe your purpose is far greater than you were raised to believe.

Sonder

Yandere!Scumbag!Hawks x AFAB!Reader x Yandere!Dabi

Dark 90s AU. If you think spontaneously driving across the country — phoneless and fiscally free — to attend a job interview that you aren’t guaranteed to land is crazy, how about doing all that with your ex-boyfriend, your city’s up-and-coming cop, hunting you down? It would be heartless to leave without giving him a proper goodbye; that’s if he lets you go at all, of course. Fortunately for you, there are other forces looking out for your wellbeing. Whether that pertains to your best interests or theirs will be revealed in time, when you’re in far, far too deep.

Complete

Coup de Grâce

Yandere!Feral!Hawks x AFAB!Reader

You never liked Hawks. There was something about him that you couldn't quite put your finger on. You were determined to keep things professional between the two of you, until he kidnapped you and faked your demise. Now, you're stuck playing a sick game of predator and prey during his rut. He promises to release you if you win, but you know better. Though he's agreed to give you some handicaps during the chase in exchange for your obedience, he doesn't plan on letting you go.

Happier Without Me

Natsuo x AFAB!Reader x The Todorokis

Modern AU. Despite how undeniably sweet and down-to-earth he was, you had never truly wanted to marry Natsuo. You could grin and bear it, though; especially with all the unexpected attention his family was giving you.

Supreme

Yandere!Overhaul x AFAB!Reader

As head of the notorious Yakuza organization, the Shie Hassaikai, Overhaul likes to enjoy life's luxuries. Beyond the normal stuff, like cleanliness, a healthy lifestyle, and a mighty reign over lesser men, he also expects sex at the mere wave of his hand. It's a privilege to be the only woman to serve him. You must be on your best behaviour at all times. It's also imperative that you remember your place at his feet. As a concubine, you should know that you'll never be more than an object... that is, until his lust for your beautiful body sparks a plethora of foreign, unpleasant feelings.

[hotwings0203]

Educated

HELLO EVERYONE I AM STILL VERY MUCH ON A HIATUS!! butttt I’ll very hesitantly be here trying to answer inboxes, do some drabbles, etc. Please take this very crappy and sloppy fic as an apology for being gone hehe rip

TW: noncon, bullying, abuse of power, language, manipulating, groping

Pairing: Yandere hawks x f reader

Thunk

Thunk

Thunk

“Hey, kid. Can you pick up my eraser? Your bigass noggin made it bounce too far off.”

Kid. As if they were your elders.

You exhale through your nostrils and ignore them, opting to focus on your professor’s lesson rather than the two neanderthals who have taken a liking to tormenting you during class.

Actually...maybe torment is too harsh of a word, teasing is more like it.

At least, that’s what Professor Takami said when you had begged him to move your seat after you endured almost a week of their torment teasing.

What’s the harm in some guys having a little school crush? He had said chuckling while wiping the board from his lesson’s notes.

You were forced to bite your tongue from another impending plea for mercy when you heard a cough, and turning to face the door, you saw them both leering at you.

An inky head of spikes that reminded you of every stereotypical campus bad-boy, and an equally lanky yet more brittle build next to Dabi, blueish grey hair that hung around his eyes so you could never actually see the emotions crossing his face.

One might think that Dabi was the mastermind behind all the pencil snaps and eraser missiles from his blatant disregard of the school harassment policy, but the way he always leaned forward to hear the words murmuring out of Tomura’s mouth told you he wasn’t nearly as cunning by himself.

Even if he was a sheep, he was a pretty fucking adamant sheep.

“Cut it out,” you finally snap and turn to whisper-shout at the two numbskulls, throwing them your fiercest glare as a spit-ball clings to your hair.

But for all your bark, they know that there’s no bite as they whoop and coo at your bravado.

“Damn, kitty’s got claws, huh? S’alright sweetheart, you’re lucky I know how to tame a pussy,” Dabi leans his head against his tattooed arm, licking his lips while you grimace in disgust.

Tomura says nothing, but the drool wetting the side of his lips tells you all you need to know.

Your classmates are enamoured, of course, by the two. They constantly turn a blind eye to your bothered state and choose to instead flutter their lashes at Dabi while the others hesitantly give Tomura a weak smile.

It doesn’t stop you from shooting a hand up after the tattooed bastard unsubtly palms himself while making direct eye contact with you.

“Professor Takami!”

The classroom goes quiet.

“Yes, L/N?” He blinks his honey-colored eyes at you in mild surprise. He didn’t think the mechanical makings of the Trojan horse was a lively enough topic to gain attention from his students.

“Dabi and Tomura-”

“That’s Mr. Todoroki and Mr. Shigaraki to you-”

“-distracting me from my work, sir. I can’t even hear you from back here, they keep throwing spitballs and erasers at me.”

He turns to the two at the back. “Is that true, Mr. Todoroki? Are you distracting my students from their education?”

Mr. Todoroki kicks his legs up on the desk in front of him and crosses his arms behind his head leisurely. “Well sir, in my defense your oh-so-studious student here wouldn’t be so distracted if their phone wasn’t out for the entirety of the period. She could also start with taking more notes instead of zoning out and staring at the window for 30 minutes.”

Your face flushes as the whole class snickers. Leave it up to the scarred prick to turn it on you. You were almost impressed that he had even noticed the glowing screen peeking out from under the fortress of books you made on your table, a seemingly believable guise to your texting.

Guess you can’t cheat a born cheater.

“Miss L/N, if you’re having trouble concentrating in my class then I’d advise you to take less time in being a social butterfly and invest your hours in signing up for more after-school tutoring. I’m always happy to lend a hand to a failing student, as I’m sure you already know.”

You scowl and lean further down in your seat, shame coloring your face as your peers titter around you.

You don’t need to turn around to see the shit-eating grins on both of their faces as Professor Takami continues the lesson

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“I don’t even know why you chose them, they’re hardly qualified as teacher’s assistants if they’re only a year or two older than I am. Are they even a year older than me?” You exit out of the laptop’s presentation and frown at your professor, who merely laughs and flips through his next class’s textbook.

“Well, if that’s the rabbithole we’re going down, then if they’re not old enough then I definitely deserve to be under fire as well, right?” He slyly grins at you and you can’t stop from biting your lip and giggling lightly.

It’s true he was young, the youngest professor there was on campus, actually, but it didn’t matter because he wasn’t one of them. He didn’t slide you notes describing how well your jeans fit the shape of your ass, or trip you over your binders when you would sit down. Even though they were hand-picked by Takami himself, they acted like they were high-schoolers instead of at least attempting to be as mature as his own college students.

“Maybe if they got their PHD like you did then I’d put it into consideration that they’ve got enough prerequisites for babysitting a class that they can’t even follow.” 

He stands up and stretches with a soft grunt, and you catch yourself staring at the clear expanse of his chiseled stomach as his shirt rides up.

“Look, let’s just say I’ve known them for a long time so I know how they work. They might be rowdy, sure, but all in all they help me out when I need ‘em.” He scrunches his eyebrows at you and you roll your eyes in retaliation, still not convinced of their innocence.

“How did you even meet them? You don’t strike me as the type of guy to hang out with degenerates like them.” He starts walking around his desk and leans down behind you, one arm next to yours on the table and the other on your chair. You start feeling a little hot under the collar as he peers over your shoulder to see your homework on the screen.

“Watch it, they’re still your TA’s. I knew them in high school, we messed around here and there, got into some trouble, picked up some chicks, y’know the usual adolescent dude stuff. You’re missing the dates...and what’s with this cursive girly font? I thought you were trying to prove how much more mature you were than my assistants?” He teases, and you pout before quickly typing in the information in your tab.

“Hey, I thought it was cute, okay. And if you’re trying to prove how young you and them are then I’d suggest letting your students use some more lively features in their homework,” you snap back coyly.

Takami laughs behind you, the sound gliding through the air and embedding itself in your spine, sending a shiver up your vertebrae. His lighthearted voice never failed to draw you in and leave you wanting more.

“Man, you’re in a feisty mood today, huh? Maybe Mr. Todoroki actually did a number on you.”

“Yeah, exactly! Which is why I want to be moved up to the front, closer to you-” 

“-Let's check your grades first, shall we?”

He smells of Old Spice and cinnamon as his head hovers next to you, locks of silky blond hair brushing against yours as your slightly shaking fingers type away on the keyboard.

You both wince when a big fat C pops up on the screen.

“I guess Mr. Todoroki was right about a number of things after all. Maybe you should also stop going on your phone and pay more attention in class. Oh, and come more frequently after school as well, I can give you more in-depth lessons like today’s.”

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“Move,” Dabi’s wide shoulder slams into you as you reach for the sign-in clipboard, the impact sending you backwards into other grumbling students.

Who, as usual, glower at your clumsiness and giddily wave at their favorite TA.

You hiss and rub your arm. “Asshole.”

Tomura steps in from the shadow of the dark hallway, his vermillion gaze already trained on you as he enters the classroom. You shift uncomfortably as you scribble your name on the sheet and make haste towards your seat...where they already are like always, sitting next to and behind you.

You feign a groan and shoot your professor a helpless look, but he merely puts his palms up and shrugs.

Looks like you’re left for the dogs, again.

Takami claps his hands, gathering the attention of all his students as he starts the lesson.

“Alright guys, as you all know we have finals coming up for the end of the semester. So to prepare you all, I’ve set up different stations around the room, kinda like a puzzle you have to solve for each answer. You have the entirety of the period to work on this review, and if you need any help don’t hesitate to ask Mr. Todoroki or Mr. Shigaraki.

Mr. Todoroki and Mr. Shigaraki are currently swapping pornos of ‘schoolgirl gets railed by principle’ and ‘helpless intern works for her raise’ with each other, so no thank you very much, you think you will actually hesitate to ask for help.

But the big flashing C from yesterday comes into mind, and you cringe at the memory of Takami’s disappointed tone. 

Nevertheless, you decide to at least try to attempt one station by yourself, so like the rest of your peers, you drag yourself out of your seat and go to the closest empty corner by your desk.

You look up at the laminated paper on the wall, breaking down the contents of the question.

Rome...Pantheon...or was it Parthenon? Fuck.

You turn your head to your teacher’s desk, but at that same moment he stands up and brushes his jacket off. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom for a minute, I’ll be back in a few. Mr. Todoroki and Shigaraki are in charge while I’m gone, so no funny business.”

You don’t even get a chance to open your mouth when the door slams shut behind him.

Fuck. Double fuck.

Finally, after a minute of chewing the tension from your lips off, you decide to swallow your pride and just ask.

You take a deep breath and pivot on your heel back towards your desk. It’s fairly quiet as you make the treacherous walk back to your seat of doom, but the general buzz of students talking doesn’t drown out the high pitched moaning coming from their phones. It's almost disgusting how no one else hears it, or they just don’t care.

You cautiously raise the clipboard with your work in it to your eyes, just to confirm your question, when an obnoxiously loud whimper comes from Tomura’s phone. You raise your head and your stomach lurches.

He’s rubbing a hand over the bulge protruding from his wrinkled khakis, his mouth is agape and his lids are lowered as he looks at whatever monstrosity is happening on his screen.

Nope. Grades be damned, you’re not going to them for help. Not when he’s fucking rubbing himself off in front of everyone to see.

But before you can spin back around and scurry off into your corner, you see Dabi’s head turn towards you.

The second you turn your back the sound of two chairs scraping across the linoleum floor cuts through the murmuring of student’s chatter, and a heavy hand claps itself on your shoulder.

“No-”

“-You needed help. Didn’t she look like she needed help, Tomura?”

“-Yeah, the little brown-noser needed us-”

“-I said no, I was just coming back for a pencil-”

“-Oh trust me, I know an empty head when I see one. Besides, you already have a pen in your hand sweetheart, why don’t you show us how we can help you? I’ve got a couple of ways in mind-”

They propel you towards the corner you were previously in, and you can’t help but wonder if they were watching you struggle earlier as if they knew where you came from. They stand a little behind and at the sides of you, effectively cornering you completely against the white brick wall.

“God-get off of me-!” You try to raise your voice but Shigaraki kicks the back of your knees and sends you face first against the laminated paper, successfully cutting off your protest.

You can feel a sharp sting in your nose, and then consecutively in your hair as a scarred hand fists itself through your locks. 

“Now let's see here…’this the problem you couldn’t solve? Wow, you must be even stupider than I gave you credit for.” “Lemme go, ‘don’t need your help anymore.”

“Oh no, on the contrary I think you need more education than anyone else here. So tell me, was it the Pantheon or the Parthenon that belonged to Rome?” Another pair of hands pulls your hips back and down, situating yourself on a hard surface. You twist your head a little to the side, and to your horror you realize that Shigaraki has seated you on Dabi’s knee.

Calling for help is futile, you have a bad feeling that with the position you were in currently in, any wrong move would render you fucked.

So you decide to answer.

“Uh, I think Pantheon?”

Wrong.

Shigaraki presses down on your shoulders as Dabi hikes his knee further up into your crotch, and you let out a muffled gasp. The friction of his jeans rubs so deliciously against your clothed clit that it’s impossible to contain your whimpers.

They relish in your distress.

“Shit, Tomura, she’s actually liking it. No wonder she’s practically failing, ‘bet she loves the extra attention after school.”

“How’d you know I was-”

But you’re cut off yet again when he bounces his leg in a steady rhythm, and you’re jostled along the expanse of his limbs, head bobbing and mouth agape.

Tomura squishes your cheek and yanks your head back at an angle where you can read the black letters on the paper.

“Read, you dumb bitch. What does the paper say?”

You squint your eyes to make out the too-close words.

“‘Says it was built in the time of Augustus.” “Okay, so? Where did Augustus rule?” At this, the leg beneath you grinds up against you and you can actually feel your wetness sliding up and down against your slit, throbbing with unwanted need.

“Fuck,” you moan, your tongue flopping out after a particularly hard bounce. “Please let go of me, I can’t focus when you’re against me like this!”

“Well technically you can’t focus either way, which is exactly why you’re close to failing. Now answer my question, where did Augustus rule?”

A hand gropes at your bouncing tits, feeling the underside of your bra.

You take a wild guess. “Rome?” Please, please let it be right.

The bouncing stops.

“Good. So if Augustus ruled in Rome, then what landmark is in Rome?”

Your clit buzzes with ache from the sudden dismissal of attention.

“The Pantheon.” “Fucking finally,” Tomura sneers at you and squeezes your chest before letting go and yanking your head back away from the wall. Dabi stands to his fullest height and lets you fall off his leg unceremoniously to the ground. 

They saunter back to their seats without another glance at you and resume their pornos, the moans from the screen sounding like mockings of your own not even a couple seconds ago. It takes a couple minutes for you to catch your breath and force your body to ignore the random spikes of forgotten pleasure lingering in your pussy from earlier ministrations.

You unsteadily rise to your feet and look around the room. It seems that more than half of your peers have already moved on to the second and third questions, leaving you behind in the dust.

Fuck this shit. I’m not about to be harassed every time I have a question right now.

Maybe Takami has an answer sheet at his desk?

Risking a glance behind you, you ensure that both men are engrossed in their schoolgirl-gets-fucked-hard videos much like you, actually before quietly creeping up towards the professor’s desk.

It just so happens that at that same moment you reach the desk, he comes in, door swinging wide and a bright smile on his face.

“Everything good? Yo, Todoroki, you holdin’ up the fort good?” He’s met with a thumbs up from Dabi and merely a grunt from Shigaraki, the two of them still invested at the scene playing out on their phones.

Takami looks around, assessing everyone before his eyes land on you, strolling over with a grin on his face.

“What’s up Y/N? Need some help on something?”

You’re about to answer, but you hesitate for a fraction of a second when you hear a schoolgirl’s moan coming from the phone in his pocket.

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“You know, you’re probably one of my favorite students if I’m being honest,” he tells you one day as you organize the textbooks on the back shelf.

“Yeah? Why is that?” You try to sound careless and chill, but you can’t ignore the way your heart speeds up or the blush on your face.

“Because,” his voice is right next to your ears, and you jump at his proximity. “You don’t take anyone’s bullshit. You see them for who they are, and you treat them as such.” He takes the book from your hand and places it in its correct slot.

Your eyes meet his, and his eyes travel to your lips as they part in surprise. He leans even closer, and you can smell the mint on his cool breath as his nose almost touches yours. His hair flops over and shields the sides of your face as you look up at him with big doe-eyes.

Just as you close your eyes and start to purse your lips, he pulls back and produces another textbook in his hands. You blink in surprise as he studies the pages, the little frown on his face hiding the sultry look he was giving you moments ago.

“‘Gotta tell Aizawa to update these books, they’re like a century old,” he chuckles and turns around back to his desk.

Shaking the whiplash from your glazed over mind, you follow him back to his desk as well. “Yeah, I’d have to agree. I think I’ve done a pretty good job in figuring out people’s personalities.”

You stand in front of his desk and rock on your heels. “For example, I can tell Nishiya acts like he never knows the answers when you ask him questions, but he’s actually really smart. He only stays quiet because he doesn’t want people coming up to him and asking for the answers.”

“Okay, now I’m interested. Go on, I gotta hear more of this.”

“Alright, let me see...oh yeah, I can tell Dabi and Tomura act like they’re the shit but it’s probably a cover up for the lack of attention they received at home or some childhood trauma they have. They’re liars and cheaters too, it makes them want to project and show out-”

But when he raises his eyebrows in a warning glance, you sheepishly hold your palms up in defense. “Kidding. But like you said, I get people.”

Takami situates himself in his large seat and interlaces his fingers together. He places his head on his hands and cocks his head at you. “Really now? What about me then?”

You pretend to think for a minute, twisting your smile up and tapping one finger against your chin. “Hmm...I’d say you’re a really shitty teacher and you need to give more extra credit-”

“-Woah, what? C’mon, that’s not fair-”

“-but honestly, you’re a wild card.”

He leans back and twirls a pen through his fingers. “Is that so?”

“Yeah. For all the times you mess around, you still genuinely wanna help people, or your students for that matter. It’s like you have the heart of a hero.” He smiles demurely at you, but you teasingly pop his bubble before he can goad. “Which is funny, because for such a gallant hero, you sure like to hang with dim-witted scholastic villains that come in the forms of shitty TA’s.”

“Alright, that’s it, I’m failing you.” He rises out of his seat and you shriek with glee before bounding towards the door.

“Not like I was gonna pass anyways!”

“Oh shut up, if you make it up to me I'll let you off with a B.”

“Spoken like a true hero, I see-ack! No fair, you can’t jump over desks, you’re too old for that!”

“You little-”

But before he can catch you and double over with laughter, you whip your head around and face him, beaming with banter.

“Oh, and Takami? For the record-”

“Keigo. Call me Keigo.”

“Keigo, for the record, you’re my favorite teacher too.”

**************

There’s three weeks left until the end of the semester, and like he said, you’re already up to a borderline B, the highest its been in this stupid class.

You would pat yourself on the back if it didn’t have a hand clapped over it, vile words seething against your neck.

“So, how’d you get him to do it? ‘You suck him off yet?”

“She had to have, how the fuck did she pass this? She can barely remember three dates, much less the review for the entire fucking essay.”

But regardless of their brutality, Dabi and Shigaraki’s rage doesn’t hold a candle to the fiery pride in your heart.

It took days, practically a whole week of in-school and after school sessions to boost your grade up for this major assignment. With the help of Professor Takami-or, Keigo, as he likes being called now, you were completely ready for this prompt. It was due to all the hard work and extra hours you put in that a bolded ‘A’ was circled by your name, a little smiley face next to it a direct indication of your teacher’s approval.

“Did it taste salty?”

“I bet it was less than 5 inches.”

You roll your ears and scrunch your nose. Some friends they were to your professor, all right.

“Sorry I’m actually tolerable, unlike you idiots. And for your information, I earned this grade fair and square, as hard as it is for you to believe. Not everyone cuts corners, shocker.”

Shigaraki leans forward, teeth gritted and eyes bloodshot as he speaks. “You little cunt. You think you can talk to us like that ���cause you got one decent grade? Fuck, I wish he’d just put you in your place already.”

Dabi cackles as you look at him suspiciously. “What are you talking about?”

But before Shigaraki can answer, the ravenette shakes his head and catches his breath. “Forget it, Tomura. Just let her have her moment for now. Oh, and a little word of advice-if you wanna keep those grades up, I’d suggest continuing to wear more v-necks.”

You glance between them. “No wait, what do you mean-”

Keigo’s voice interrupts before you can press further.

“Alright, ladies and gents’, only three weeks left ‘till the end of the semester grades are due. If there’s any questions or concerns you have, let me know via email or tutoring sessions. The reviews are posted up on the classroom board, so just make sure you’re spending your time wisely.”

The bell rings, and you all get up to head for the door. Except you, of course, who makes a beeline straight for your professor.

He sees you waving your paper like a victory banner and beams at you. “Ayyy, L/N! ‘Knew you could do it, ‘guess I’m a better teacher than you said I was, huh?” He playfully nudges your shoulder and you nod excitedly. 

“You were right! Damn, I guess after school hours helped a lot. The prompt was exactly what the review covered.”

You both walk towards the door, chattering away at next week’s grades and assignments. He holds the door open for you like a true gentleman as you walk outside.

“Thank you Keigo,” you say softly only for his ears. “I really needed this.”

“Anything for you, Y/N. I’m always here if you need me.” His golden eyes gleam with fondness as his hand travels lower down your back to gently usher you out. Your spine buzzes with an epiphany, and you face him before you can will your body to stop.

And in a moment of sheer vulnerability and graciousness, you lean forward and brush your lips against his. You drop your jacket and use both hands to wind around his neck lightly and bring his head towards you.

The rest of the class has left, TA’s included. The hallway is empty and silent, save for the quiet sound of you tasting his plush lips.

He tastes divine. Something along the lines of faint peaches, and his jacket smells like old spice. You unconsciously moan a little when you turn your head and feel his scruff graze the sides of your mouth.

But something isn't right. Why isn’t he kissing you back?

Your eyes are squeezed shut, but when you peek them open your heart jumps. He’s looking at you like you’re crazy, wide eyed and frozen. His lips don't move, and his hand is stuck on the doorknob.

You pull away, fast.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I did that, I-fuck!” You look at him, horrified when you realize what you just did, and he blinks a couple of times before shaking his head slightly and hesitantly bringing his palms up to placate you.

“Hey, it’s okay, it-wait, hold on!” 

But you’re already bolting down the hallway, bag banging against your hip as you blindly make your way out the campus door. Your waterline stings with tears of humiliation, your palms sweat profusely with traces of regret seeping out of you.

Why did I do that? Fuck, we were getting closer too!

You don’t stop running away from the shame and embarrassment until you fly through your dorm room and flop onto your bed, screaming into your pillow to let it all out.

And when you lift your head and tearily catch a glimpse of your bag, you simply shove your head back down into the plush covers when you realize you forgot your jacket at the door of his room.

*********

It was a good idea to go at night, after all the students were tucked in their beds or off to weekend bars. No one was out on the sidewalks to question why you were heading back to the supposed-to-be closed campus doors, and no one was around to make you question your safety.

You hoped he wasn’t in, either.

Sneaking around the side of the school, you slip through the janitor doors with ease and navigate your way through the pitch-dark closet until your hand gropes around and finds the cold doorknob.

Luckily, it gives way. You jimmy the rusted brass until the door cracks open, and you peek your head left and right before deeming the hallway completely isolated. You stealthily weave in between hallways and classrooms before you get to the dreaded door.

But he’s not there. At least, no one else is in that hallway. The lights are dim, and when you glance at the bottom of the door, you sigh in relief-your jacket is still there lumped together from when you dropped it...from…

You shake your head clear. No sense in losing your nerve now.

You walk over and bend down to pick your jacket up, when you freeze. 

Voices. Male voices, two or three of them speaking from inside Professor Takami’s room.

Why is he still here so late?

“Holy fuck, Uehara was annoying today. She couldn’t shut up about when Project 4 was due, when I was gonna finish grading her lab, blah blah blah. ‘Had half a mind to ask her, how ‘bout I finish motorboarding your tits sweetheart, then we can discuss extra credit. Keigo, hand me some of that.”

You grimace at the monologue. There’s no doubt what kind of a scumbag would say that about his students, only Dabi would have the nerve to say shit like that outright.

But pure curiosity keeps you in place as you findyoruself leaning your ear against the door. You’ve never actually seen-or rather, heard in this instance- the trio interact outside of classroom walls. And even if this technically was still their classroom, this would be the first time you’d witness how they let their guards down with each other.

Dabi’s ranting is cut off from Tomura’s raspy cackling. “Yeah, anytime she bends over to ask me a question I don’t even hide it. It’s her fault for wearing crop tops, who in their right mind would actually listen to the bullshit she's one when we could stare at her tits instead? ‘Gimme a line, you’ve had three already-'' there's a hard scraping sound and a loud sniff.

Your eyes widen at that. Were they-?

“Oh, and speaking of tits, how’s Y/N and you doing? Any luck yet?”

Your body jolts at the recognition of your name in their conversation. 

“Oh, I didn’t tell you guys yet? She came onto me after class today,” And there’s a condescendingly smug undertone to his words that makes your heart jump and sink simultaneously. Why was he airing your dirty laundry to these assholes? You would’ve hoped he’d at least try to save your name in front of others. And why did he sound so confident?

“No fucking way-”

“-You’re lying out of your ass-”

“-I think you’ve had too many lines, man-”

“Swear to god she did. It was after everyone left and she was singing my praises for bumping her grade up when she did it. She totally bought the surprised act too, but I have to say I was kind of taken aback. I mean, I didn’t think she’d fall for it so soon.”

Dabi snorts. “She’s got some nerve thinkin’ she passed that essay when she’s got the brains of every other bimbo bitch at this school.”

“Wait, that grade was you? I knew she didn’t do it herself. But you haven’t hit it yet, have you?”

There's a rustling of paper and a yelp as if someone thwacked the other with it before Keigo answers.

“No, I haven’t. Aika and Chiyo were wayyyy easier to buy into-yeah, you know them from 7th period. Now those are nice girls with a fun little cat-and-mouse game shit going on. But honestly, I think I should reward her for caving in so easily, I mean that’s a feat by itself to be that stupid-”

You think you’re about to throw up. It’s time to go, you’ve heard enough.

But when you lean down to take your jacket, your hand knocks against the door by mistake.

You freeze. The voices on the other side of the door stop.

Then-

“Is someone there?” The voice is so loud and so close to the door that your brain goes haywire and can't even place whose face it belongs to. You think of nothing but to run, run as fast and as far away as you did in the afternoon, when Keigo was someone you liked, someone you trusted.

As fast as you run around the corner, the handle still turns, and two men catch a glimpse of the jacket flying away that was purposefully kept outside.

*********

“What’re you so quiet for, huh?” 

“So, Y/N, what’d you do this weekend? Party with all your friends? Go some places you shouldn’t have gone to?

“Nah, actually, it's good she heard. M’sure Keigo wanted her to know any day now. How does it feel knowing you’re not special?”d

They’re baiting you, you know they are. If you ask them what they’re talking about then they’ll tell you the whole truth, which you frankly don’t want to know. Your heart’s already broken enough as it is.

But if you admit you already heard them, then who knows how viscous they’ll be anyways?

So you opt to keep your silence, no matter how tight the pressure against your sealed lips is, and no matter how painfully your heart thuds and how pricking your tears become.

You think about the other names mentioned in Keigo’s rendezvous while Tomura and Dabi leer at you from either side of your desk and spit venom. Was he sweet talking to them and giving them the same smiles that he did for you?  Were you really not special at all?

Did you even mean anything to him?

It’s hard to think so. When he walks in the classroom you duck your head down and avoid eye contact. He claps his hands and starts the lesson like usual, but every time his hands meet you can’t help but flinch. Every grin he throws at girls who answer his question looks so fake now, every praise and laugh sounds so shrill and nauseating to you.

Then, he tries to get you to talk.

“So, uh, Y/N!” He claps his hands once more and you jerk at the sound. He ambles towards you and shifts to simultaneously point to the presentation. “Can you tell me the answer?” He leans down and smiles his signature smile in your face, carefully observing your expression.

You keep your eyes lowered and barely contain a glower. “Dunno,” is your curt answer.

Keigo laughs jovially and the rest of the class titters along with him even though they don’t know what he’s laughing at.

They’re sheep. All of them are. He’s got them wrapped around his finger, and you were once like that too.

It hurts to know how easily you fell for him.

“Aww, come on now kid, you’re telling me you don’t remember last week’s review? You even stayed with me after school to go over it!” A toned arm grasps the edge of your desk as he tilts his head charmingly.

If you looked up, you’d see the strain between his eyebrows and the way his grin drops and twitches in panic.

“Yeah, I guess it must be a feat to be that stupid of me, right?”

The class quiets down at that.

To anyone else it sounds like another kid trying to one-up their teacher to look cool, but Keigo knows better.

When he hears his words thrown back at him from last night so openly he physically winces. It sounds so much worse in a public setting without any censorship in it.

Keigo throws a quick glance at his friends who give him raised eyebrows at your boldness. They didn’t expect you to be so blunt about it.

“You know that's not true Y/N, you’re a very smart girl.” He chuckles nervously and takes a quick peek around the room, adjusting his sweltering collar. Everyone is looking at him, silent and waiting for his move.

But he can do nothing except listen in increasing discomfort as you scoff and grit out, “Not according to you I’m not. In fact, I’d say I’m just as stupid as the girls in seventh pe-”

“Okay, we’re gonna move on now! Let’s not get off topic now, ‘kay?’ He gives his students a look that says ‘yeah, dunno what the hell she’s talking about’, springs up from his leaning stance and takes long strides to the front of the room to continue the lesson, his back burning from the dozens of curious glares trained on his sweating self.

Why the fuck did he even try to get you to open up in the first place? He should’ve just kept his mouth shut if he had a feeling something was off.

Despite his smooth cover up, Tomura and Dabi stay surprisingly quiet the rest of the lesson, opting not to rile your turbulent mind any further.

You simply sit there stewing in your own rage and heartbreak with every passing word from his smooth lips.

Lips that felt so fucking good against yours for a second.

Lips that revealed cutting words that will last for a lifetime.

Eventually 45 minutes pass and the bell rings, yanking you out of your musing.

The rest of the students crowd their way to the door, and it just so happens that you’re one of the last students at the back of the class to leave.

Which Keigo takes as the perfect opportunity to talk to you.

“Hey, Y/n!” He says softly and jogs up to you from his desk, his face red and hand wringing, that weird little nervous smile on his face evident.

“Are you okay? You seemed kinda snappy earlier-”

“You were wrong, y’know.”

“Oh yeah? How’s that?” He amuses you yet his smile wavers, the pinch in his eyebrows deepening as he takes in your sarcastic expression, your glossy eyes.

“You don’t really wanna help people for the sake of it. You might do some charity here and there, but you’ve got ulterior motives that outweigh the good you do. You don’t have the heart of a hero, in fact, I doubt you have a heart at all.”

Keigo is acutely aware of the two TA’s not too far away, lingering by the window. Whether they’re watching the scene or not, he can’t tell, but he’s glad none of the students are witnessing this.

His mouth opens and closes, but no words come out.

“Y/N...what you might’ve heard isn’t tr-”

“No, don’t fucking tell me what I heard or not, I know exactly what you said. I was even more off than I thought- you’re even worse than Dabi and Shigaraki. You disgust me, Professor Takami.”

And with that, you shoulder him out of the way and storm to the door, ignoring Dumb and Dumber’s ooh’s.

Keigo is left standing dumbfounded, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. No one has ever insulted him like this before. 

Him? Hated? Keigo Takami? One of the campuses most revered and loved figures? He’s practically the school’s mascot for fuck’s sake, he’s always had his way here, people love him and throw themselves at him as they should-

“Oh, and one more thing Professor.”

You’re at the door. The word is a mockery in your mouth and leaves in the air as a curse in his ears.

“The next time you want to discuss your sexual affairs with numerous other unlucky students, I’d suggest talking in a faculty lounge instead of a public room. It might just cost you your job.

The door bangs shut behind you, his resolve solidifying in sync with the click of the lock.

****************

He’s relentless, but so are you.

Both have your own ways of countering each other, and some days you laugh about how well you two might have turned out had he not revealed to be a completely different person than you thought he was.

The first couple of days after your confrontation, you switch to a virtual class that uses his pre recordings instead of an in-person lab like you had previously.

In retaliation, he drops a few numbers on your grade, and you’re back to a borderline C.

The next week, you submit the rest of the extra credit papers he gave to you before you found him out.

He voids them and sends you an email, requesting your actual being in the class to ‘better understand the lesson, seeing as how evident it is that a virtual class doesn’t suit you.”

You file a complaint to the principal, but unbeknownst to you, a scarred hand curls itself around the letter and sends it up in smoke. The owner of said appendage leans back on his dad’s throne and sends an informative message to a certain blond professor.

Your grade drops from a borderline C to a solid F now, and it’s gotten to a point where even if you completed all the assignments you still wouldn’t be able to pass the class without a little bump...which calls for an in-person meeting with your teacher, standard protocol.

The red letter on the screen seems to jeer at you as you stare mind-numbingly at it. All your hard work, all your pride and effort has gone down the drain in just a few days before the end of the semester.

Is it worth retaking the class if you don’t speak to him?

There’s still a chance you’ll get him again if you repeat the course.

And so, with a heavy hand and an even heavier heart, your fingers click away at your keyboard as you draft a curt yet civil email to your professor, asking if you could have a face-to-face meeting discussing your options to boost your grade enough to at least pass the semester.

His response comes back not even two minutes later, as if he’s been waiting for your white flag.

************

You wear a boring t-shirt and jeans on your walk to the faculty lounge to emphasize your disregard for his opinions on your body, your stride haughty and full of spite.

Keigo’s email didn’t specify where to meet, just a curt “We can discuss your grades after school like usual. You seem to do better at that time anyways.”

It’s like a slap to your face. The memories that he’s so adamant on remembering out of past fondness makes your heart crack like a fragile egg, but rather than collapsing into a runny mess, your insides rev up and march straight to his classroom, ready for war.

You barely take a deep breath and a pause before entering his classroom, head held up high...but for no one to see.

“Professor?” You ask coolly to an empty room, swiveling your head this way and that before grimacing. It would’ve done you some good to ask for details on where he wants to meet, but in your defense you had a pretty damn good reason as to not communicate with him unnecessarily.

Turning around and out of the class, you peek your head around the hall and wings of the building and see no one. 

It’s quite empty save for a few voices echoing eerily in adjacent areas where you can’t see, and a shiver passes through you.

Maybe I should just go back home. I’ll take summer classes or something.

But the second after you begin to doubt yourself you shake your head clear of the hesitation. You can’t let him think you’re uncomfortable, you can’t let him know his words affected you. He should be the one apologizing on bended knee for the things he said about you and the way he completely duped you.

And so you trek on around the dimly lit building, following the flickering fluorescent lights above you eventually to the faculty lounge.

Ironically it's the only door that has the best lighting around it, and even if he’s not there you know it’s got to be the safest area to simply regroup yourself.

You turn the handle and enter the room. It’s a fairly spacious area, with couches in the middle of the room and a mini bar at the back corner.

In front of you is your professor, his back turned to you as he types away at his desk.

You’re not as surprised to see him as you think you should be, and it helps your nerves that you have a second before he hears you and turns around. You walk a little bit further towards him and stop when you’re a couple feet away. His computer screen flashes with messages popping up on it, and you divert your attention back to him before taking another step forwards.

But before you can clear your throat and make your presence known he ruffles a hand through his hair and speaks.

“Finally showed up, huh? I’m so honored.”

His usually playful voice is laced with sarcasm, just like on the night he revealed his true colors with his friends.

The memory makes your throat catch and you quickly cough it off before responding. “Yeah, I wanna know why you’ve been purposely docking points from my assignments even though I’ve been doing them exactly the way you showed me, Professor.”

Keigo finally turns around and stands to his fullest height, stretching his arms over his head and causing the black tee he’s clad in to ride up his stomach a bit and expose his happy trail and perfectly chiseled v-line.

You’re proud of yourself for not risking a glance down like you used to. Instead, you keep your eyes trained on his sneering expression.

“Oh, so now you want my help after ignoring me for weeks? Yeah, you were pretty spot on earlier, it’s a pretty big fucking feat for you to be this stupid.”

You lose your composure at his venom. He’s never spoken to you like that before, and the foreign leer that pulls up at his lips and the dark gleam in his eye scares you.

“W-what the hell? You can’t talk to me like that you jackass-” you sputter before he cuts you off and starts advancing towards you with hysterical laughter.

“You still think you’re calling the shots around here honey? It's amazing how every time you open your mouth you seem to lose an equal amount of brain cells in correlation to how much you talk. Doesn’t it ever get tiring being such a dumb cunt?”

Keigo’s words hold such jeering contempt to them that each insult pierces your heart that you thought held no more room for him. Your feet automatically stagger back blindly as his figure looms closer and closer to you, backing you up into the couches unbeknownst to you.

“What the fuck are you doing? Get the hell away from me you freak, I just wanted to talk about my grades-you’re the one who’s got some nerve acting like you’re the victim here!”

He slaps you so hard you see stars.

Your body falls back onto the couch behind you as your head rolls to the side, but before you can crash his other hand shoots out and grabs the top of your head, painfully holding you up by the strands of your hair.

“You ungrateful bitch,” He seethes, shaking your heavy head in his grip and sending your hair flying. ”This is the thanks I get for hauling your dead weight to the finish line? I would’ve given you the highest grades in the class, hell, I would’ve given you a kickass recommendation to literally any field you’d wanna slut yourself out to if only you minded your own goddamn business.”

He throws you back onto the couch and punches you, hard, into your stomach.

You wheeze and your eyes roll back into your head as you curl into yourself, shielding your aching body from his multitude of kicks and slaps to your exposed appendages.

Blows rain down on your head, your legs, your ass, your chest, your arms and face as you fail tremendously to protect as many areas as you can from his rapid touch, but the man is too fast for his own good.

“I should’ve”-

-a kick to your ass-

-”done this from the start”-

-three punches to the ribs-

“-when Dabi and Tomura told me I was being too easy on you.”

He stops for a moment to catch his breath, flicking his head back to clear the loose hair around his head. Your hair covers your face too, but there's more blood sticking to the strands that cause your eyesight to be clouded rather than anything else.

Your lips sting as your tongue runs over the bloody mess, but you whisper it out anyways, if nothing but to blindly spite him.

“You’re fucking crazy. You’re going to jail, you sick motherfucker.”

Keigo throws a leg over both of yours and straddles himself above you on the couch where you lay. He cocks his head at you and switches his manic expression to one of faux kindness.

“Oh yeah? And how’s that?”

No part of your bruised body hurts as much as your heart does when he throws his past kindness in your face like that.

You stay silent, tears from pain meshing with tears of heartache and sliding down your bloody face as he scoffs over your body.

“Since you can’t seem to answer, lemme make this easy for you sweetheart.”

He leans down and lets his eyes glide over your mangled face and broken body, relishing in his greatest accomplishment yet.

“You won’t tell. Not because you don’t have the strength to-which, mind you, is pretty plausible too-but because I won’t let you.”

Even through the clouded mist in your eyes you can see him grinning like a little boy, the beginning of his laughter sounding like nails on a chalkboard to you.

“I’ve done this dozens if not hundreds of times, you stupid slut. You think you’re special? You’re not shit. Not in my class, not in my life, not in this fucking university. You’re nothing, and the only reason I’m giving you this special attention is ‘cause you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Dabi probably got too cocky and wanted some fun, that’s why the bastard put your jacket right outside my room.”

As you’re left panting wide-eyed, Keigo wastes no time in unceremoniously ripping your shirt off quite literally, yanking your pants and panties down along with tearing your bra off.

It all happens so fast that you dont even think to shield your body again using bruised and bloodied hands. It would also help to see him, but it’s hard to when hot blood is pouring down and pooling in your eye, adding insult to painful injury.

He sees this too, and laughs.

“Hey,” he breathlessly chuckles as he begins straddling you. He lightly slaps your cheek twice and gestures to his hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

You try to curse at him, but all that comes up is gurgling bile.

“Yeah yeah, that’s what I thought.” Keigo mutters as he begins fondling you, each large and smooth hand plucking your nipples and lifting them away from your body, testing the weight of them individually in each palm.

You try whining and shifting your body away but he simply drops lower onto your pelvis, almost crushing you. His imprint is clearly felt through his cargo pants which terrifies you.

Golden locks flop onto your neck as his head descends and gleaming white teeth open, akin to a shark’s mouth about to swallow its prey whole. He grants you no mercy as you’re left writhing beneath him as he devours your poor throat.

“Stop this Keigo,” you try to lift an arm out from under him to try and push him off but he absentmindedly pins your wrist above your head.

“I get it, okay? I get it, I swear I won’t tell, just please get off of m-”

“So glad that my star slut finally gets it. You’re not gonna tell. But there’s one more lesson I have yet to teach you.”

All you can do is watch in horror as he makes direct eye contact with you and starts unbuckling his pants.

“How to fulfill your real purpose, and take cock like you were meant to as a submissive little bitch.”

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Hello darling, hope you're doing well. Welcome to the place we're endless fluff is made and if you so desire, a bit of madness can take place too~

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Since I Ever Was Your Star

Pairing: Jason Todd x F!Reader

Summary: The Red Hood has been terrorizing the Gotham underground for months, claiming to reveal himself once the time is right. It doesn’t bother you; you’re too focused on your promotion to Assistant Deputy Chief of the GCPD. Besides, you have other things to worry about, like your childhood friend Jason Todd coming back into town.

/ It was a kiss unlike your first one so many springs ago, where you bumped noses and clinked teeth. Instead it was a kiss that waited for years, never losing hope that there was still passion.

Cw: dubcon, alcohol consumption, humiliation, blackmail, slight yandere!/ mostly scumbag!Jason Todd, smut

“And here we have our beloved Captain who’s worked tirelessly this past month to implement the GCPD’s latest program on neighborhood safety in this underserved district…”

You switched the news channel to something else, too embarrassed to hear your own voice. Besides, you experienced the news interview firsthand. You knew how it ended.

“The Red Hood’s actions have become bolder in the past few weeks, claiming to reveal his identity soon. Many speculate who might be under the red hood, ranging from–“

Shutting off the TV with the remote, you let out an exhausted sigh in the break room. The day was long but finally over. Another day closer to finding out if you’d get this promotion or not. Another day closer to reaching your dreams. The anticipation was wearing you thin, killing you slowly with dread. You had about a week until they gave you their answer.

Up against Thomas “Mack” Mackenzie for the promotion of Assistant Deputy Chief, you hoped that your sincerity and dedication to the department would outweigh whatever Mack had against you.

The man fit every citizen’s stereotype of the classic GCPD officer: a jaded individual too focused on getting his paycheck instead of helping his community. He was gruff when speaking to victims of crime, blaming them at times for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, finding any excuse to place them at fault instead of the city’s corrupt police department. You were certain he was corrupt in some way or somehow, though your only basis for this belief was in your disdain.

Despite this, the higher-ups loved his shit.

Though the same rank, he used his age and gender to belittle you. You worked hard to rank up to Captain III in the Organized Crime Control Bureau in under ten years. This feat didn’t impress him.

Mack had more experience due to how long he’s served. A man was more naturally adept at protecting. T safe

“Because you’re a woman,” he rationalized. “They’re trying to push an agenda nowadays. It doesn’t mean you’re any good. You just checked off all the boxes.”

You ignored his taunts and insults, suffering in silence to just get the job done and go. As stupid and hopeless as it was –Mack pointed this out whenever you mentioned it– you wanted to rank higher and use your influence to clean up Gotham. You truly believed that you could.

---

Changing out of your uniform in the locker rooms, you stepped out into the night, wrapping your wool cardigan around you tightly. It wasn’t safe to walk around Gotham City in a uniform, whether clocked in or not. But it also wasn’t safe to walk around the city as a woman either. You chose to dress out as the latter of the two, at least you felt cute this way. How many months had it been since your last date? You knew how to protect yourself anyway.

Glancing up at the archaic building that made up the police headquarters, you hoped you’d soon see a higher view. You worked so hard for this. You wanted it. You wouldn’t do anything toT stop you from your dreams.

The walk and train stop from HQ to your apartment was short, under 30 minutes if some villain hadn’t hijacked the tracks or used it in their grand scheme to get their ass beat by Batman and Robin.

Batman. The dark knight was a figure that showed up in the middle of your youth, vowing to be vengeance against the darkness of Gotham. You wondered if your life would have turned out any different if he had shown up sooner. You wondered if you and him would have had a better chance at life.

Though lost in your thoughts about childhood innocence, Batman and crime, you were still aware enough of your surroundings to know that there was a pair of footsteps behind you that followed you to your seat on the train.

Remaining calm, you tried to think of the situation rationally. It was a little after rush hour but the station was still packed with people. Humans were creatures of habit and today you decided to walk a different way. Maybe it was you who walked across the path of this stranger –a man, based on the weight of his steps.

You didn’t acknowledge him as two stops flew by, sitting together in silence. From what you could see in your peripherals, he was big both in size and height. A baseball cap that covered his features. A dark red hoodie. You felt his thigh press against yours, the denim worn against your bare skin. I shouldn’t wear a dresses on the train, you thought.

Three stops later and you were almost home. Gathering your bag, you stood up quickly to leave. You had misread the situation with the stranger. You were just two people trying to get on with your lives.

Nearly exiting the station, a calloused hand grabbed at your wrist. Years of training caused you to whip around quickly, but the sudden touch still surprised you. Fist balled up and ready to strike, you assessed the person who held you.

Baseball cap, dark red hoodie, jeans. It was the man on the train.

He tilted his head and the movement lifted the shadows that hid him. Dark hair, blue eyes and that stupid smile.

“J –Jason?”

“Told you I had a face you couldn’t never forget.”

Fist unclenched, you threw yourself onto him in a hug. It was true that you couldn’t forget his face. Though years had passed since you last saw him, you were relieved that time had treated well.

Jason had obviously grown since the last time you saw him. Adolescence has a way of changing you. He was easily a head taller than you. His shoulders were broad and strong, made obvious by the fact that you couldn’t wrap your arms around them like you used to. Right now you found your face buried into his chest instead. He smelled like expensive cologne.

“Where have you been?” You asked, pulling away to search his face for any clues.

Time had let him grow into his features. His face had filled out, cheek bones prominent and jaw defined, the faint shadow of freshly shaved facial hair. You felt yourself smile a little, remembering that tiny kid who so desperately wanted a pornstache.

“Around,” he shrugged as if he hadn’t been out of your life for over a decade, if not more.

Walking side-by-side, you unconsciously followed the route to your apartment. The old you would have cried at the thought of it, you and Jason finally having a warm safe place to rest your heads.

“It’s been years, Jason,” you pointed out, wanting more of an explanation.

The last you heard he was the ward of the infamous Bruce Wayne, sent away to study abroad in some European country shortly after being adopted. Though the Gotham paparazzi loved anything involving Bruce, they usually had nothing to say when it came to his children. You wondered if the billionaire paid them off to be silent.

You felt him snake his hand down to yours and give it a light squeeze, your childhood way of saying sorry. You squeezed back before lacing his hand in yours. You’re forgiven.

You thought about how your hands used to be the same size but now his dwarfed yours easily. They were still rough though, but hopefully from lifting weights and not picking locks like Jason used to.

“Came back to town to say hello my old man,” Jason said, not giving more answers. “…and to see my favorite girl,” he added with a grin.

“But how did you find me?”

Jason didn’t have you on any form of social media and you had cut ties with everyone else from your youth.

“Hard to ignore such a pretty face when it’s been blasted all over the news lately,” he said dryly.

You gave him a look. “Guess I was just at the right place at the right time. I was actually on my way to that one diner we used to dream about eating at.”

You knew the one. When you and Jason wandered the streets one hot summer night, you stumbled upon it. It wasn’t anything special, tucked on the corner of Seventh and Lemon, not far from where your current living space was. In fact, that was the whole reason you decided to move to that apartment complex. It was close to the diner of your dreams. It was a way to tell yourself that you made it.

Jason and you had walked too far from home that summer night, ending up on the better side of town. Though the diner was near-empty, a few families and a handful of college-aged lovers made the place seem absolutely glamourous to the two of you who had nothing but each other.

Knowing you couldn’t afford it then, the two of you opted to scrounge around in the dumpster for leftovers instead. Luckily a kind worker took pity upon you two when they saw you as they were about to throw the trash. They came back with two milkshakes, two burgers and a basket of fries. It was still one of the best meals you ever had. The two of you made a greasy-fingered pinky promise to come again as paying customers.

“Come with?” Jason asked, motioning towards the left. To the right was your home full of piled up leftovers in your fridge. You made the sensible the choice and declined. Years of going without it made you hate the thought of wasting food.

“Not tonight.” Jason made a mock face of offense, hand clutching at his heart from your rejection.

“What about this Sunday? There’s a bar down that way too.”

“On Sunday, it’s a date,” he stated, placing a chaste kiss upon your knuckles. Since when had he been so smooth?

“Sunday,” you confirmed, giving him a wave after exchanging phone numbers. You felt his eyes follow you as you reached the front door of your building.

---

You heard the name before, who hadn’t in the past eight months? Taking up the moniker of one of the Joker’s first names, the Red Hood was a pain in the GCPD’s ass, yours especially right now.

Watching as two Capos were handcuffed and dragged along to the cop cars, you gave a dirty look to the man in the red helmet before you. The Red Hood rarely worked with the GCPD though your goals and interactions often crossed. He was often antagonistic towards the department, shooting bullets that barely missed your officers. You knew he missed on purpose too. Lord knows how much paperwork you filled out every time an officer or detective had an encounter with him.

“A part of me wants to believe that you’re not actually this incompetent and that maybe you just want to see me in action, Captain,” his words came out in a robotic drawl.

“Would you like that, Cap? You’ve seen what I can do on the streets, but how about what I can do underneath the sheets?”

You ignored the Red Hood’s taunts, desensitized to the shit he was spewing from Mack’s watercooler talks.

“Always thought you were a badge bunny,” a gruff voice boomed behind the two of you, clearly having overheard. “But you tryna fuck ‘Hood too? What does that make you?”

Mack thought before his mouth pulled wide into a lascivious grin. “Crimefucker.”

He barked in laughter, doubling over to slap his knee. He thought he was so funny. You heard some other officers laugh before shutting up after the glare you gave them.

“Oh shut the fuck up, Mack. Do you really need another complaint sent to HR for sexual harassment?”

He scoffed.

“You’re right, I guess it doesn’t matter. Your wife already left you and took half your shit anyway.”

“And you,” you shoved a finger into the chest of the vigilante, careful to avoid the bat symbol that held a taser’s charge. “I don’t need your help. As far as your proposition goes, if your sexual performance is anything like your work, I’m not impressed with someone who shoots blanks.”

Stalking off, you walked to the detectives who were in charge of investigating this specific crime family. You didn’t need this type of humiliation right now. Sunday couldn’t come faster.

---

Jason slunk into his hideout in an abandoned bunker right below One Police Plaza. The poetic side of him loved the irony of a vigilante living below the very system he disrupted.

Setting his helmet down and kicking off his boots, Jason plopped onto his busted leather couch, thinking of his past two encounters with you. It really had been too long. The Lazarus Pit fucked with his mind, fucked with his memories. He hated himself for forgetting you, too driven by madness and revenge to recall the sweetness of your voice or your touch that would soothe.

He wasn’t the same Jason Todd you knew back then. He came back from the dead unwillingly, but he’d come back better just for you.

It took years of training to build up all the muscle, his growth enhanced by the effects of the Pit. Jason took his time to learn, practiced written word and how to write sonnets dedicated to your beauty. He acquired wealth, mostly through illegal means, but that was something you were used to.

Jason fantasized about seeing you again, showing up at your door as a cultured man. He’d sweep you away and you two would finally run away from Gotham.

But Jason came back as a sicker man with a worse desire for you.

At first he was torn about what he should do. You were probably happier without him, probably made it out of that shithole Alley. Who was he to waltz back into the life you made without him?

But the more selfish side won. The side that always wanted to possess you and keep you for himself. The side that begrudged you for moving on without him.

He was especially critical about your choice in career. He wondered if you were just as corrupt as the other assholes in the department. Or maybe you were just their little whore. Even though he didn’t know the details, Jason wanted to punish you for thinking you could move on from him.

Not all dark, it was a hopeful side too. A piece of him that believed that you loved him as much as he loved you. That you still would after all these years. That you still would when you learned what became of him. A part of him that believed that maybe once you were reunited, he’d have someone worth living for.

Jason thought back to that promise ring he made you, a shitty knot of sidewalk weeds. You smiled at him brightly and said you’d always be his star. A shining point to guide him in the darkness. A star in the universe to show the possibility of what you and he could be.

He sat up, strengthening his resolve. He would have you. It was written in the stars.

---

“For some reason, I thought you’d order a salad,” you said, before tipping back the long neck of your beer bottle into your mouth. This was your fourth one, having pounded the first three quickly, thinking you didn’t feel a change in headspace. You were wrong.

“Really?” Jason responded, light blue eyes never leaving your mouth. Unlike you, he was still sipping on his second beverage, nursing it as if it was the last beer on earth.

Speaking in a voice more sultry than you intended –you blamed it on the alcohol, “Jason, you’re fucking huge.”

His smile was smug, black hair darkening his eyes. “I thought you wouldn’t tell me that until later on tonight.”

Normally his teasing wouldn’t bother you, used to it from the years you had known him. His words didn’t hold much weight for you then. You didn’t think any boy could ever love you, especially when you towered over them like you did with Jason. But every night you spent together, huddled together for warmth during the cold Gotham winter, he told you. He meant every word too, he’d say.

“Well I told you right now and maybe I’ll tell you later too,” you hinted. Inebriation made you bold.

Unused to this side of you, Jason jumped at the chance, hastily throwing down some bills.

“Your place?”

---

“Home sweet home,” you said, ungracefully dropping your keys and purse by door. Jason picked them up and placed them on the counter after locking the door behind him.

“Home,” you said, turning around to look at him, some stupid smile on your face. You were drunk and you didn’t care about being secretive about your feelings towards the man. “Because you’re here with me.”

You could feel the heat from Jason’s cheeks –or maybe it was yours. “It’s a step up from that shitty youth center with the bunk beds.” You both crinkled your noses in disgust before laughing. Look at how far you had come since then.

Showing him the rest of your place, Jason took note of all the details. Your interior style was everything you wanted back then. He was happy that you got it but jealous that he wasn’t the one who provided it for you.

Once reaching your bedroom, he quickly eyed a set of shiny cuffs.

“Oh, what’s this?”

You stepped in front of him to obscure his view. It didn’t work. He could easily see over you.

“It’s for work,” you said hurriedly. “I’m a captain for the GCPD, ya know. Organized crime and vices.”

“Always thought you’d look hot in a uniform… Wait, what are you doing?”

What were you doing? It was habit for you to strip down to your underwear the moment you got home, the confines of the starch stiff uniform too constricting for your liking.

Normally you’d cover yourself and stammer up an excuse and an apology.  But it was Jason. And it had been so long since you’ve been with anyone and the thought of being with him excited you even more.

“What? You don’t want to cuddle?” You asked, stepping out of your dress and unhooking your bra, leaving you in your panties. They were lacy and showed off your body, chosen in the event that something might happen.

Jason smiled knowingly, “Hm, cuddling under the covers, huh?” He stripped himself down to his underwear.

You felt timid now that you were both under the covers. Jason’s strong arms dragged you across to his side of the bed, pulling you close to his chest. You weren’t sure of whose heart it was, but it was beating loudly and erratically.

“I really missed you, baby,” he said softly into your hair, ending his confession with a kiss.

“Missed you too, Jay,” you said back.

“Wanna feel how much I missed you?” He shifted his hips to grind into yours, something very stiff and girthy rubbing against you.

“Oh.”

Thinking that actions spoke louder than words, you tilted your head up to kiss him. It was open mouthed and wet, the faint flavor of alcohol on both your tongues. It was a kiss unlike your first one so many springs ago, where you bumped noses and clinked teeth. Instead it was a kiss that waited for years, never losing hope that there was still passion.

Hands felt hands and explored other parts of each other’s bodies, palms spread out to touch the most surface area. You and Jason couldn’t say how it started but you ended tangled up in each other’s longing.

Breathless, you both parted, staring into each other’s eyes. Jason moved slowly beneath you, his slow friction making you wet. Your inner thigh was pressed against his member. How could he stay sane when he was so impossibly hard?

Pulling his boxers down, his cock sprung out, giving you a gentle tap on the face due to his size. Jason smirked at your reaction, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

“Jason, you’re fucking huge.”

It was more of a moan than a compliment as you took him in your mouth. Jason closed his eyes and sighed at the feeling of being inside your mouth, rutting along to your pace. He had dreamed of this for so long.

Jason knew he was being a little too rough, a little too forceful. There were tears in your eyes and you gagged against length. But he wanted you to have all of him.

Your fingers tapped against his thighs and he decided to be nice, pulling out of you. There’d be more opportunities for you to practice your technique and he would make sure you practiced.

“You’re rough.” It was neither a compliment nor an accusation.

He didn’t give you an apology. Jason would have been rougher if you let him. He was holding back on the desire to dominate you and take you as he wanted.

“Can we use these?” He asked, referring to the handcuffs from earlier. The keys sat diagonal from the cuffs position. You nodded.

“You were always so tough back then,” he murmured, locking the cuffs with a metallic clink as he pressed your upper back down so your pussy was out on display.

“How does it feel to be so helpless now?”

Growing wet from his words, you bit your lip, unsure of how to express it. It was hot. Being in a position of power at work, you always had to be a hard ass, always had to be a bitch to prove your worth. Being tied up and at the mercy of Jason was a tempting change in pace from the usual power you displayed.

“A part of me wants to see that strength one more time. See that fire in your eyes. But this is good too,” Jason praised, fingertips outlining your southern set of lips against the damp fabric.

“It’s fucking hot seeing you so vulnerable.”

“Jason, please,” you begged, adding on to your helplessness. You wriggled your hips in hopes that it would tempt him. He drew away instead to enjoy the view.

Achingly long, he gave into you, dragging the lace down the length of your legs. He wasted no time with fingering you. From how the gleam of your lips looked in the bedroom light, Jason knew you were wet enough.

“Your cunt looks so pretty with my cock buried deep in it,” he noted. Jason watched as his engorged member sunk deeper in you, the squelches combing with your moans to create something lewd. He pulled out quickly with a wet pop, fingers moving fast to see how much he stretched you.

You heard the rustle of clothes and felt the bed shift as he grabbed something. You wished that he would stop whatever he was doing and continue to fuck you.

Jason snapped a picture with his phone, the mechanical click breaking you from your wants. You turned around, eyes wide.

“Did you just…?”

“What?” He asked innocently. “Didn’t you say that you’d always be my star?”

You felt the heat of embarrassment rise up from your chest and reach to your cheeks, both at the mentioning of your childhood love and the lewdness of your current position. He didn’t mean it in the context of your sweet innocent crush. If Jason posted this on the internet, you’d be his amateur porn star.

“Sorry babe, but I had to record it for the memories. You always knew I was the sentimental type.”

You stayed silent, not in acceptance but in uncertainty. You were drunk and horny. You didn’t want to argue about consent and pictures right now.

Slowly sliding himself back into your warmth, you whimpered at the sensation of being stretched once more. Jason was big and you loved how every inch of him seemed to press into you, creating friction with the slightest movement.

“How does it feel taking all this cock, baby?”

“Good.” You didn’t want to hear him talk, regardless of how deep, raspy and sexy he sounded right now. You just wanted to get fucked.

“Just good? Guess I need to try harder.”

“Gonna let you go now, but you gotta listen to what I say,” he said, keys already in the lock. A part of you didn’t like this new freedom. The thought of being at Jason’s mercy turned you on.

“Get on your back.”

In your new position, he pressed your legs back so that your knees dug into your chest. Jason had better access to you this way. He could go deeper and hit the spots you needed him to.

You squirmed under Jason’s gaze, feeling his focus on your center. It was embarrassing, really, how lewdly he was looking at you, as if you would be the last woman he would ever fuck.

Finally he dipped his cock in, head first only. He watched as his swollen tip prodded at your entrance, there but not quite. You whined in need below him. Jason would give you what you wanted.

“Say it,” he growled through ragged breaths, the snap of his hips erratic deciding to give you the entirety of his length. “Who’s making you feel good?”

“J –jay, it’s uh you,” you stuttered out. Jason was pounding into you roughly and it was difficult to think. It turned Jason on, hearing you stutter and watching as your brows furrowed trying to think. He wanted to fuck you stupid so you could only think of him.

“Play with that cute little clit of yours and tell me who’s gonna make you cum.”

You reached a hand down gingerly, following his command. Your hips jerked with each circle you rubbed your clit in, the sensation blending with Jason’s thrusts.

“You.”

“Wrong answer, baby. Guess you don’t want me to finish you off?”

You wracked your brain trying to think of what he wanted. You noticed he had his phone out again and wondered if he was recording.

“Jason, it’s you,” you said in-between thrust. Jason watched as the force of his pounding made your tits bounce, reaching over to pinch your nipple. You yelped.

“Jason Todd, you’re gonna make me fucking cum.” You cried out in the lewdest voice he ever heard.

You bit your lip as you touched your swollen bud more frantically, feeling yourself get closer to the end. Jason noticed it too and his thrusts were shallower but quick, the slap of skin being the only sound. Soon enough, you were seeing stars and shaking in pleasure.

He zoomed in on your face, eyes scrunched up from your tension. Slowly he moved the phone down, a pause on your heaving chest then down to your tender cunt, his cock still stretching you out. Jason pulled out slowly, relishing the image of his cum dripping out of your used pussy.

“I love you, Jason Todd,” you blurted out, eyes heavy now with sleep.

---

When you woke up in the morning, he was gone. You’ve never been fucked to sleep before.

As you popped some ibuprofen to ease your hangover, you slowly got yourself ready for work, being careful not to move too quickly in case you might throw up.

Should you text Jason about last night?

You were a bit worried about what Jason would do with the pictures and videos, praying to any god that would listen that he wouldn’t send them to the GCPD. But he was a good guy and he loved you, so why would he ever do that?

The thought of you in such a compromising position was humiliating and would end your entire career. You couldn’t help that the thoughts kept occupying your mind. Who would ever respect you after seeing you get railed and creampied? After seeing your face while you came?

You definitely wouldn’t be getting that promotion if this was leaked.

But it was far worse than you thought when you turned on the morning news.

The news clip showed a familiar face, his ice blue eyes glinting in the shadows. His dark hair blending in with them. To others he might look like a stranger. But you knew damn well who he was.

“My name is Jason Todd and I’m the Red Hood who’s been cutting into Gotham’s underbelly and showing the GCPD and Batman exactly what’s wrong with their war on crime.”

Fuck.

Turning off the news, you hurried to work. You’d deal with that later. Today you’d finally know if you got the promotion.

---

You were on the verge of crying as Commissioner Gordon told you the news of your promotion. You couldn’t wait to rub it in Mack’s face and pull rank on him whenever you could.

But as joyous as the occasion was, you hesitated knowing you couldn’t share this moment with Jason. He was the Red Hood.

You got a text from him a few minutes later. You weren’t sure if it was a coincidence.

Congrats on the promotion, babe. Love you.

It wasn’t.

Another text.

It was the clip where you told him that you loved him a little while after you came. Your legs were still spread and Jason’s cock was still inside you.

It would be a shame though, if Gordon and those pigs you associate with found out about your conflict in interest. Consider this assurance in the event that you squeal.

Sorry, babe, but you’re stuck with me. We’ll see how long I feel like letting you play this stupid game.

You turned off your phone, a sick feeling in your stomach.

Jason loved you, right? He wouldn’t actually send that video to Commissioner Gordon. He loved you. He loved you ever since you were kids. He’d only act in your best interest. He had to.

You felt sick at the realization.

Jason loved you, he really did.

But it wasn’t the sweet innocence of two kids who bonded over their shitty circumstances. It wasn’t the type of love that sought comfort in each other. A love that needed peace. No, it had somehow become the love that glowed under a malevolent star, ruled by a house of possession.

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