#lov smut

[dabisqueen]

Relax (It'll hurt less)

Yandere!Dabi x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: roughly 2.3K

⇢ plot: Dabi only knows of one way to make you remember his name

⇢ warnings: Minors DNI, NONCON, use of fire quirk, arrogant and cocky Dabi who is a virgin (fight me over it) and fucks for the first time, user is tied up (bondage/rope play?), size kink, no prep, unprotected penetration, Dabi is a bit rough towards the reader, creampie, lots of cum

⇢ thank you @/blankexpressions-and-falsefires for being my beta again!

⚠️This fiction contains yandere-themed dark content! Proceed and read at own discretion⚠️

If you'd known that the night would take this turn, you'd have chosen to stay home.

After missing the last bus home due to running late and then not having enough money to call a cab, you are forced to walk home. As a gust of wind blows some leaves across your path, you imagine what might happen if some thug jumped out with the intent to rob you... But stuff like that only happens in movies, don’t they? You quietly laugh. The thought is a bit silly. You'll probably just continue walking alone down the murky street like you always do, with nothing happening. Reassured, you stick your hand into your pocket and focus your attention on the pavement below, occasionally checking on the map to make sure you're still heading the right way. 

You blindly follow the directions on your cell phone, completely oblivious to what part of town you are passing through. It’s not like there are any signs warning you "Stay the fuck out, villains ahead!"

You make the foolish decision to try and comfort yourself during the tedious walk home. Popping your earbuds in, you put on your favorite music to drown out the sounds of the night around you.

A quick movement ahead catches your attention. Your eyes snap up, your heart suddenly beating frantically as you spot the cause of the abrupt motion. A man stumbles backward from a door with a terrified expression on his face, followed by an enormous blue flame billowing towards him which engulfs him completely within seconds. The force of the sudden combustion knocks you right off your feet and you fly backward, a weightlessness encompassing your body before gravity cruelly pulls you back down.

Your back and head crash against the blacktop street and everything instantly fades to black. You don't know how long you'd been unconscious, but as you open your eyes, all you see is darkness and streaks of blue. The stench of burnt flesh creeps up your nostrils, making your stomach churn. You struggle to get up but your body doesn't respond. Instead, you hear a man's husky voice speak near you. "Well, well, well, who do we have here? Such a pretty little thing."

His voice sounds muted like he’s talking through a wall. That's all you hear before nausea and pain take over and the world around you fades again.

You stir awake with a jostle, a thin mist clouding your vision. Your body is cradled against another. It’s warm, but smells of burnt hair and smoke. It would be comforting if only you would know whose arms you are in. You try to move, but a pain instantly shoots up your spine, overwhelming you until your vision goes dark again. 

As you regain consciousness this time, your eyes slowly adjust to the low light, dimmed to almost nothing. Your head still slightly throbs, but the worst of the pain is gone. Blinking a few times, the foggy veil lifts from your eyes and you start to take in the details. You're in a small room. Despite the lack of any decoration, it is very tidy and clean. 

Then you notice him and freeze, the fog in your mind instantly clearing. 

He stands a few feet away. He is tall, dressed in black pants with stitching and a white shirt. Raven hair standing in spikes, marred skin under his eyes and from his cheeks down to his chest. The tip of a cigarette glows an eerie red as he takes a drag and slowly exhales again. His teal eyes, bright in the dark light, pierce through the smoke, taking you in.

"Finally awake, huh?" He rasps.

Frantically, you try to get up but a sharp pain shoots through your arms as the ropes around your wrists dig painfully into your skin. To your horror, you realize that you're tied up to the rods of a rusty bed frame, immobilized with your wrists pulled taut, lying on a shitty, sunken mattress.

"Just some precautionary measures, sweetheart." He cocks his head, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. 

"Please, untie me!" You stammer but he just flips the bud of his cigarette across the room and ignores you.

"Man, killing always makes me so tense." Interlocking his fingers, he raises his arms, his obliques tightening and biceps bulging as he stretches until his knuckles crack.

Cocking his head left and right, he slowly lowers his gaze. His bright azure irises focus back on you as a cheeky smirk starts to form on his face.

"Sir, please let me go.” You whimper as your hands tremble violently against the bonds. 

"Sir?!" A brow quirks as he clicks his tongue. "I think you know my name."

He takes a few steps, closing the gap between you and him. Leaning forward, his long finger trails along your cheek with false affection. "Say it."

You writhe, eyes pricking with tears. "Mister, I-I can't–"

"Don't piss me off." His expression turns sour. "You seriously don't know who I am? Don't you watch the news?"

"I-I don't have a TV," you stammer, your cheeks burning at his harsh tone.

"Well, that's too bad." His hand slips into your hair, yanking your head back, forcing your gaze to meet his. He's so close, that you smell the stale cigarette tainting his breath, the faint scent of burnt flesh on him is almost nauseating.

"I'll tell you, then. And I’ll make sure you never forget it." He spits, crystalline blue eyes so cold that they send a shiver down your spine.

It's then that a pertinent memory comes flooding back to you– you’d overheard some people chatting on the train. A villain. Black spiky hair, scars all over his body, and eyes like the endless depths of the ocean. One with a quirk that summoned blue flames so hot they melt the flesh right off of bones. His name–

–Dabi.

Your throat tightens, and you gulp as your eyes widen in recognition. 

Dabi notices, causing his lips to curl into a smug smirk. "Ah, so you’ve figured it out, huh?"

"Y-yes Sir–or, no– Dabi!" You almost scream out his name, "I promise, I'll never forget, please untie me!"

But he doesn't seem to hear your words, his gaze is far away, an impassive expression on his face.

"Man, I really need to unwind." Lolling his head to the side. "Sako always says the best way to blow off steam is to shoot a load."

His eyes fall back to yours while his smirk widens, showing his canines. A pit forms in your stomach as it dawns on you where this is going to lead.

"I know of a way to make sure you'll never forget my name–" Dabi kneels beside you, the cheap bed dipping and squeaking under his weight. He's looking down on you in a way that makes your hair stand on end. As he reaches for your legs, you're trying your best to keep them closed. But he is much stronger, spreading them with ease.

Positioning himself between your legs, he moves his body close, his hips pressing against your core. It's then when you feel the heat from something huge – a bulge – in his pants, right underneath the stitches. You gulp in disbelief.

"I have to admit, I've never done this before," he chuckles, hooking his thumbs under the seams of his pants, slowly pulling them. "So, cut me some slack, will ya?"

A thick, pierced cock slaps against his abdomen, enormous in length and girth. Your eyes feel like they’re bugging out of your head as you look at his engorged member. Shaking your head, you plead, "It's too big, it won't fit!"

Dabi's gaze drops to evaluate his throbbing dick and he laughs. "Yeah I know, the Doc kinda went overboard with the replacement."

His eyes snap up to your face, his smile vanishes as he hums in that sickly sweet voice. "Regardless, better too much than too little, right?"

His large calloused hands wrap around your hips and you fidget and try to squirm out of his grip but it only strengthens as he pulls you back towards him. Your arms straighten out, painfully so, straining against the ropes cutting into your skin. 

Panic sets in, making your blood rush and your limbs shake, as he lays a hand flat on your mound, blue flames starting to flicker across the fabric of your pants and then undies, incinerating them. The pain from the burn loosens the tears as they start streaming freely down your temples now.

Accompanied by your sobs, he takes his thick length in his palm, his free hand sliding over your now exposed folds, calloused fingers spreading your cunt. 

"Damn, what a sight.” He chuckles as he aligns himself at the entrance of your quivering cunt. "Hope I'm doing this right." 

You sob as he drops a gob of spit on his cock and edges against your entrance, shushing you. “Relax, I know you can take it.” 

Without further warning, he plunges the fat tip of his cock into you. You cry out at the stretch, your dry walls burning without any preparation. You try to get away, to lessen the stretch, but he has your petite body pinned beneath his larger, muscular one. 

With an enraptured expression on his face, he watches his dick inch its way in. His thick, rough fingers dig into your squishy waist, as he continues pushing his way into you. You whimper when Dabi stares at your soft tummy, admiring the bump that forms where his dick bullies against your cervix. 

"Well, fuck me, ain't this the shit?" he chuckles, slightly breathless already.

The grip on your waist remains firm as he pulls out his cock, making you gasp at the sudden emptiness. But before you have time to react, he’s slamming himself back into you again. 

Then his hips start moving at a slow and gradual pace, pulling you back each time to meet his thrusts. The lewd sound of his balls slapping against your ass fills the room. your whimpers seem to only spur him on as he continues thrusting into you.

"Oh fuck, this is amazing. I'm gonna—" Dabi groans, slamming his cock into you even faster, "—shit, if you keep gripping me like this, I’m not gonna last."

“Please, stop!” You sob, but he is beyond listening. With his eyes closed, sweat dripping down his temples, he is lost in delirious pleasure.

“You're so tight, taking me so well, doll." He laughs when you whimper in response.

Involuntarily clenching down on his cock, you squirm each time he bottoms out. He makes sure you can feel each barbell of his piercings, every pulsing vein of his thick cock. The harsh force of his quick, rough thrusts makes your mind go blank.

"Gonna cum soon. Keep squeezing my cock like that and I won't be able to pull out." He groans, smooth and deep, admonishing you as if any of this is your fault.

All you can do is respond with a whine, your body completely helpless.

“I’m close, baby, look at me,” he digs his fingers into your flesh, pulling you even closer. "What's my name? Say it!"

"Dabi– please, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry but you're hurting me!" You beg between sobs.

He doesn't hear your words, or he doesn't care. He's slamming into you now, his thrusts growing deeper and harder.

"Oh yeah, take it –fuck– I'm gonna fucking fill you up so good–" Dabi gasps, groaning unabashedly.

Then he tosses his head back, and with a low growl and a last stuttering thrust, he shoots his white release inside, coating your inner walls with his cum. You feel him twitch inside you, feel his warmth filling you up and seeping out, it's so much.

Dabi collapses on top of you, breathing hard. His head falls forward to rest against your cheek, the sweat from his forehead mixing with the tears on your damp skin.

After his breathing evens out, he pulls back to face you, strands of his black hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. "Shit, that was so fuckin’ good.”

He stays like this, his cock slowly shrinking inside your sore cunt, while his hot cum drips down your ass.  The feeling of it creeps through your spine, making your face glow with hot shame. You turn your head away, closing your eyes in defeat. His weight on you suddenly feels suffocating, adding to the crushing, inescapable heft of anxiety on your chest. It feels like an eternity, with him draped over you, both of your breathing starting to even out. Eventually, you muster the courage to speak.

"C- Can I go now?" You whimper, hopefully. 

"Yeah, yeah…" he sighs and moves to pull out. Using the bedsheets to wipe the remnants of his release from his skin, he continues by tucking himself away.

Finally, you think of going home, for this nightmare to be over and to forget this god-awful night. A sharp-edged euphoria washes through your limbs and your eyes flare with excitement as hope spirals up inside you.

"On the other hand–" he stalls, contemplating. "This definitely helped me wind down."

Stepping close, he lowers his face to brush his lips against the rim of your ear and dashes whatever hope you had left with a final, whispered sentence. "I think I'm gonna keep you."

[bbybaku]

some more nsfw college bf shigaraki head cannons

sorry i haven’t been posting college is hard and i’ve been having tons of kinky back breaking sex

when y’all fuck in missionary he actually wears his glasses so he can see your face

he likes watching it contort in pleasure while he rails you

he likes blowies when both of y’all are sitting on the ground

he’ll pull you off his cock by your neck and kiss you

shig will have you swallow half of his cum then spit the rest into his mouth

loves makeout seshes after oral

when he gives or you give

all your previous lovers were stingy with eating you out. not shig.

he drinks your juices like it’s water from the tap and he’s been in the desert for 1000 years

he will eat you out right before you have to leave for work then watch you struggle to walk out the door because of how bad your legs shake

sending you audios of him moaning while you’re out with friends

sex on the squishmallows

cumming all over his stomach then calling you over to lick it up.

going to dinner with friends and trading underwear in the family bathroom right before

breeding kink

like reeeeaaaallly bad breading kink

youre on the pill butttttt 

yall have def thought about kids 

y’all think really hard about you being pregnant and everyone knowing what a whore you would have to be to be pregnant with his kids

sigh after college 

orrrr

no after college 😔

he’s like the ceo of holding your face like your chin and jaw

sometimes he’ll just do it mid convo

or if y’all are watching tv together he’ll hold your head so you can’t look away from the tv

he love when his fingers are in your mouth

he loves playing with your hair

he loves when you play w his hair

and scratch his back with your long nails

he like juice and sometimes he will take a swig then spit it into your mouth

only with juice

pays for everything

blue pubes

like will leave the pubes places

every now and then y’all will be on the phone in public just with an airpods

and he’ll say inappropriate things to you while you’re in class

“i know you’re thinking about my cock sliding in and out of you right now”

“when you come home i hope your hungry because i’m going to tie your hands behind your back and fuck your face”

“hey slut. i fucking miss you you fucking slut. god you’re such a slut and you drive me crazy”

you think it’s hot when he punches the wall

he’s weirdly good at photoshop and will photoshop you naked in weird places like the beach

quickies in public bathrooms

embarrassingly loud sex

role playing just consists of him spanking you

literally every senario

pro wants to try his had at shibari but is too lazy

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

Have You Heard the One About the Rabbit and the Lizard?

>afab!gender neutral!reader, heats, rabbit quirk reader, pre-established relationships, squirting, use of toys, breeding kink, downright nasty shit hubbahubba

>(h/c)=hair color, (s/c)=skin color

        You hadn't returned his calls in a couple of days. Your texts were sporadic and didn't sound like you at all. Worry was rising in Shuichi's gut as he made his way to your apartment. He kept his hood close to his face to not draw any attention to himself as he turned down the street you lived on. The tile roof of your apartment shined in the moonlight as one of your neighbors enjoyed a smoke on the terrace. Up he went the three flights of stairs, passing your neighbor, and moving to the last door on the floor. Number 12 was hammered into the door in metal letters. Your mailbox was empty which was a good sign but still, he couldn't help but worry that you might be hurt. Shuichi rasped his knuckles against the door. Inside, he heard some movement and something dropping. Quickly he rang the doorbell as his worry rose even higher. He was about to ring again when you opened the door. Your cute ears were the first thing in his line of vision. The soft (h/c) fur surrounded the (s/c) pigment of your inner ears. Your whiskers twitched with your nose and when he made eye contact the first thing he noticed was how blown wide your pupils were.

        "(Y/N)?" Shuichi asked cautiously but he was swiftly pulled into your apartment by his shirt collar. When the door finally shit you were clinging to him. You were dressed only in a pair of his boxers that he had left there for when he comes over. He resisted the shiver that ran up his spine seeing you like this. "(Y/N)!" Shuichi held your face in his clawed hands, "what happened? Are you okay?" You shook your head and whined. Shuichi was going to follow up with another question but his mouth went dry when he felt you grind your pelvis on him.

Oh

        You had told him about your heats before. He had helped you with one over the phone when you first started dating and he had to go away but Shuichi had never seen you like this in person. "Shuichi," you whined with your face pressed into his strong chest. Was it wrong that he kind of liked this? "Please, Shuichi," you mumbled into his pecs, "I need you. Please, fuck me." Shuichi had to catch himself before he fainted at your request. Yes, he's had sex with you before but never when you were like this. He stroked the back of your head and held you tight against him. His cocks started coming to life at the feeling of you grinding against him.

        "(Y/N)," Shuichi started, "do you want me to help you?" You only whined out in frustration, "yes! That's what I've been asking!" You looked up to him with tears in your eyes. Oh how he hated to see you in pain. "Okay, okay," Shuichi held your face stroking the soft layer peach fuzz on your face, "don't cry. I'll help you." He leaned down and left a kiss on your temple. You pushed your face into his hand, nibbling at the scaled skin of his palm. God you were so cute.

        "Do you want to go to your room?" Shuichi grabbed your chin between his forefinger and thumb to get you to look at him. You didn't respond, instead you grabbed his hand and dragged him to your room where he saw a mass of blankets on top of your bed. Oh, you made a nest? He blushed thinking about you laying in there and touching yourself. Were you thinking of him when you brought yourself to pleasure?

        "Here," you pointed to the nest of blankets on top of the bed before climbing on top of it and snuggling into the warmth. Shuichi went to take off his jacket then his shirt. You whined out in frustration when you saw him throw the fabric unceremoniously to the ground. In confusion, he watched you climb out of your nest and grab his shirt. The blood left his brain when he saw you hold the fabric to your face and take a deep breath in. You slipped on the shirt then kicked off his boxers leaving your lower half exposed for his viewing pleasure. Your clit was throbbing and red, your inner thighs were stained with slick and he could see your hole clenching and unclenching around nothing as you climbed back into the nest.

        "Shuichi!" you called reaching your arms out for him. He shivered and made quick work of his pants shoving them to the ground in order to be in your embrace. His knee bumped into something as he settled in between your thighs. Your face flushed in embarrassment as he pulled out a dildo you had forgotten in the folds of your blanket. His pupils blew just as wide as yours at the thought of you fucking yourself on the silicone toy.

        "Fuck," he mumbled feeling the weight of the toy in his palm, "can I use this on you?" Your legs spread wider instinctively giving him a beautiful sight of how your wetness dripped down your glistening pussy to between your rear. He couldn't help the drool that dripped onto your cunt at the sight of how wet you are.

        He took the toy in his hand and rubbed the head around your drooling hole. You instantly reacted, grinding against the toy trying to pop the head inside of your greedy cunt. Shuichi knew you were in no mood for teasing and decided to give you exactly what you wanted. He pushed the toy in slowly, inch by inch, watching as your pussy took the toy into its hold with a wet squelching sound. You moaned so deliciously at the feeling of your boyfriend fucking you open with the same toy you were pretending was him. "Shu," you whined humping your cunt against the toy. His eyes were transfixed at the site of how well your body took the dildo. He was absolutely mesmerized by how flushed and swollen your sweet little cunt was. His poor darling, you were all alone having to take care of yourself like this?

        "You should have told me," Shuichi began pushing the toy in and out of you while your pussy made wet sloppy noises. You only whined at his words. "I would have helped you sooner if I'd known." His other hand came down to rest on your swollen clit. Your whole body spasmed in pleasure at the feeling of finally having Shuichi's fingers on your most sensitive organ. "You," Shuichi couldn't believe what he was about to say, "you've been very bad. Hiding away from me." You could only pant at how good he was fucking you on your toy. Wetness, pooled beneath your ass making the blanket you were on damp with your arousal. In any other situation you would have been uncomfortable with the wet feeling of fabric beneath you but now you just needed to be fucked into oblivion by Shuichi.

        "I love you," you moaned out, "I love you! I love you!" Shuichi's rhythm halted for a second at your words. You've said that you loved him before but hearing you say it in such a blissed out state only made him want to ruin you. "Fuck," he quickened his pace watching as your pussy ate up every inch of the toy he was giving. In and out it became wetter and wetter with every new introduction to your most sensitive insides. His thumb made quick work of your engorged clit, rubbing at it as if you would die without him doing so. Your squirmed and spasmed at his ministrations. Finally, you felt some relief from the burning heat inside your stomach as a flood of wetness made its escape out of your pussy and onto Shuichi's bare stomach. His cocks were at full attention watching how you squirted around the silicone toy. He let go of the toy and watched as your greedy cunt held it still in its tight grasp before releasing the fake dick with squelch as it dropped to lean against your ass.

        "Are you okay?" Shuichi ran his fingers through your hair watching as your breath evened out from your orgasm. "More," you whined holding onto his arm. You had already began to grind against the toy once again trying to get anything inside of you. "Please, Shuichi," you brought his hand to your mouth to kiss his fingers, "I want your cocks. I want you to fill me with your cum." You were going to be the death of him like this. Your eyes remained focused on the flush of red that spread from his cheeks to the top of his chest. "Y-Yeah," he managed to stutter out, "fuck. Yes, baby, I will fill you up nice and good."

        You took his fingers into your mouth to suck on. Shuichi's breath hitched at the sight of his digits disappearing behind your lips. Your soft tongue wrapped around his fingers taking in the taste of his scaly skin. Shuichi could get drunk just watching you suck on his fingers but right now he wanted to see your butt and that cute little tail. "Baby," he said grabbing your attention from his fingers to his face, "can you get on your hands and knees?" You practically melted at his request and did just as he said.

        You got down onto your elbows arching your back so your ass was pushed up as high as it could go. Shuichi noticed the amount of slick that had ended up between your cheeks and noted that he'd have to run you a bath after. Your cute little tail perked up as if it were blocking his view form your dripping hole. He noticed the way your pussy throbbed from a lack of attention even though he had just made you cum not even 5 minutes ago. You wiggled your butt and looked at your boyfriend form over your shoulder. You practically had hearts in your eyes at the sight of him. Shuichi carefully placed his hands on your hips, giving the fat there a good squeeze which had you shivering. His cocks were leaking, begging to be buried in your sweet and willing hole. He rubbed the head of one of his cocks through your wet fold trying to grab as much of your slick as he could to lubricate is throbbing member. His other was nestled lovingly between your cheeks where it usually belonged.

        "No!" you whined pushed back against Shuichi. He stopped what he was doing confused at your change of attitude. "I want both! Fuck me with both!" Shuichi nearly dropped dead right then and there. Your words echoed in his wind. Fuck me with both! He's never tried to fuck you with both of his cocks. Shuichi shivered when he looked down to see your greedy cunt clenching around nothing and still dripping for him. He swallowed hard and took both of his cocks into one grip. His other hand held your hips steady as he slowly pushed the heads of his cocks into your tight hole.

        Shuichi hissed at the pleasure of feeling your gummy walls hold the heads of his cock in a vice like grip. "It hurts!" you whined trying to push more of him inside you, "it hurts so good!" Shuichi held your hips in a tight grip to keep you from hurting yourself on his cocks. As sexy as he thought the idea was he didn't want you to be in any more pain than you were already. Slowly, he pushed his throbbing cocks into your tight ring of muscle enjoying the wet sounds your hole made as it spread to accommodate his girths. Your walls fluttered and clenched around him, trying to hold onto the massive intrusion as best as it could. Shuichi let out a moan when he managed to bottom out inside your oh so willing cunt. Juices began to spread on his pelvis as he rested against your slippery folds.

        You were panting out his name, trying to move against his delicious cocks in order to get any sort of friction. Still, his hold on your hips held strong at your feeble attempts to fuck yourself on his lengths. "Good," Shuichi moaned out, "you're doing so good. Fuck, you feel amazing." He bucked his hips forward making you yelp then moan. He pulled his hips back watching as his shafts slid out of you until the heads of his cocks were left inside of you. Then with a powerful thrust he pushed them back inside. Your body got pushed up the bed by the force of his thrust which had you moaning out his name in delight.

        "You look so beautiful." he moaned, "you look gorgeous taking me." Shuichi set a sporadic pace, jack hammering into your juicy hole with reckless abandon. The room echoed sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin as well as moans and grunts. Your neighbor was surely going to complain later but right now you just wanted to be railed by Shuichi. The pace he was setting was surely going to have your poor spent pussy sore afterwards but you didn't care. All you cared about right now was how good his cocks felt sliding in and out of your tight walls. You felt like your insides were practically molded to him with every thrust in and out of your wet pussy.

        Shuichi leaned down to wrap his arms around your waist and take a mouthful of your shoulder between his teeth. Your ears flattened against your head, brushing against the lilac hair of your boyfriend. The skin of your ass rippled at the force of his thrusts while he chased his release. "Breed me!" you moaned out, "fuck a baby into me. Please Shuichi!"

        His hips faltered at what you had just said. A baby? Fuck. His pace quickened while he panted into your ear. "Yes," Shuichi moaned out, "I'm gonna fuck a baby into you. I'm gonna fill you with my cum; you're gonna be leaking for days." Tears came to your eyes form the pleasure he was bringing you. You could feel your legs quivering as your release began to build. Shuichi's cocks throbbed inside of your gooey walls begging to plant their seed deep into your womb. A white light flashed behind your eyes as your body spasmed. Your legs gave out but Shuichi was careful to hold you up as he emptied his balls deep into your greedy cunt. You could feel the warm flood of his cum flowing deep into your wet caverns. "(Y/N)," he moaned giving light thrusts to fuck you both through your orgasms. Your bones felt like jelly yet you still wanted more.

        "Shuichi?" you looked at your boyfriend's blissed out look from over your shoulder. "Can I ride you now?" Shuichi sputtered at your request still feeling sensitive from his orgasm. You were insatiable when you were like this. "G-Give me a second," he panted closing his eyes.

[candycandy00]

The Dark Carnival Chapter 3: Twice x Reader Part 1

AU fic about the League of Villains as members of a 1920’s traveling circus/carnival, and everywhere they go, people tend to disappear. Each chapter will feature a new Reader getting mixed up with one of the members. This is a dark fanfic so please don’t expect happy endings!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Smut. 18+. Gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns used to describe them). Twice’s split personality manifests itself as his ventriloquist dummy as this AU has no quirks.

The sky was already dark when you reached the temporary gate erected to mark the entrance to the traveling carnival. You’d followed it through four states so far, though you lost it once in the desert and missed a couple of performances before finding it again. They could be a slippery group at times. 

Six months ago, your best friend Marie had joined you in visiting the strange carnival that suddenly appeared in town. She’d become enamored with the fire dancer, an alluring man covered in scars, and agreed to meet him in his tent after the show. She was never seen again. 

You were certain he’d done something to her but you had no proof. When you’d confronted him in the next town they performed in, he’d laughed and said he didn’t even remember her. His arrogance infuriated you, so you decided to follow the carnival for as long as it took to find evidence that he was up to no good. 

The carnival workers chased you out of the grounds each night at closing time, and your many attempts to sneak back in had been thwarted. They’d even involved the local police in keeping you away after hours. They all knew exactly what you looked like, so they knew to watch for you. The thought crossed your mind to hire someone else to sneak in, but if anything happened to that person, you’d feel terribly guilty. 

Now, you’ve followed the carnival to another small, rural town and bought your tickets to see the various shows. You always watched the fire dancing show, of course, to look for clues, but it was usually scheduled for later in the evening. As you wandered around the grounds eating cotton candy to kill time, you bumped into a familiar, and very welcome, face. 

“Oh, you came again,” a friendly voice said, sounding genuinely happy to see you. 

A man stood in front of you, a broad smile on his ruggedly handsome face. His button down shirt had the sleeves rolled back to his elbows, displaying his muscular forearms. He wore a cheap bow tie and dark suspenders. In one hand he held a lit, half-smoked cigarette and in the other, he held a ventriloquist dummy that bore a striking resemblance to him. The dummy even wore a matching outfit. The only major difference in appearance, aside from being a doll, was that its face seemed angry - a stark contrast to the man who always seemed happy. 

“Hey, Jin,” you said to him. “Getting ready for your show?”

“Yeah, just going over some lines with Jimmy here. He gets mad if I mess up.”

You laughed, having grown accustomed to Jin’s silly jokes by now. While following the carnival the past few months, you’d had the chance to talk to the ventriloquist quite a bit. His kind but slightly awkward demeanor and crazy sense of humor had charmed you, and now you found yourself hoping to run into him each night just to enjoy more of his company. There was one problem, however…

“Damn straight I get mad,” a harsh voice barked. “You’re an embarrassment, Jin!” 

Your gaze dropped to the dummy, whose face was tilted toward Jin, its angry eyes glaring at him. The voice appeared to come from the dummy, but you knew this was just Jin using his ventriloquist skills to throw his voice. You’d witnessed him throwing it much farther, to the point that his voice seemed to be coming from several feet away from him. It was an impressive ability, one you wished he would use for something better than berating himself for laughs. 

Jin looked at the dummy with an apologetic expression. “I’m sorry, Jimmy. I’ll do better tonight.”

You leaned down to be eye level with the dummy in his arms and said, “Cut Jin some slack, will you? I’ve enjoyed every performance I’ve seen!”

Jin grinned at you. “Really? Thanks!”

The dummy’s head turned toward you sharply. “You’ve got shit taste then,” it said in a voice very different from Jin’s. 

“Jimmy! Don’t disrespect a fan,” Jin told the dummy in a reprimanding tone. 

You gave an uneasy chuckle and patted Jin’s shoulder, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. “Don’t worry, this little rascal could never convince me you don’t have talent.”

A faint blush crept across Jin’s cheeks as he smiled at you. “Aw, you’re flattering me.”

You smiled back and waved as he walked away. You had already admitted to yourself, weeks ago, that you’d developed a crush on Jin. You’d sworn to yourself that you wouldn’t let it be a distraction from finding the truth about Marie’s disappearance, but lately the man was taking up more and more space in your mind. 

For the next half hour, you roamed the carnival grounds, observing the people enjoying the rides and games. It was all very familiar to you by now. Though the carnival was never set up exactly the same way twice (you suspected the terrain had a big effect on where certain rides were placed), there was an overall pattern you’d come to recognize. The tents with the shows that required tickets were always clustered near the center, so that guests would almost certainly have to walk by them at some point and hear the barkers calling out promises of wondrous things waiting inside the tents. 

It was impossible to see all the shows in one night, but the carnival usually stayed in each town for three nights before moving on. Naturally, you’d seen every show multiple times by now. You always watched the fire dancing show, but you also never missed Jin’s ventriloquist show. So when the time came for it to start, you were among the first people to walk into the brightly lit tent. You chose a seat in the front row, as usual, and waited for the show to begin. 

When the curtain on the small stage rose, Jin was sitting in a wooden chair, Jimmy on his lap. There was a lit cigarette between Jin’s lips, the smoke slowly curling up toward the ceiling. Jin’s eyes passed over the audience, and you thought you saw a brief smile when he spotted you. 

“Quite a crowd we’ve got tonight, Jimmy,” he began. 

The dummy’s head turned to look over the audience just the way Jin had. You knew Jin’s hand was moving the head, but practice had made him very smooth about it. Then you heard the deeper, slightly rougher voice he used for Jimmy say, “All the other shows must be full tonight.”

The audience chuckled, delighted by the way Jin’s lips didn’t seem to move at all when Jimmy spoke. 

 The rest of the show went on in this manner, with Jin making fairly innocuous comments and Jimmy using them to make fun of Jin. It was a self deprecating style of humor that always made people laugh. You’d laughed too, though sometimes you felt Jin was being too harsh with himself through Jimmy. 

After the show was over, you stood up to leave. It was almost time for the fire dancing show, and Jin usually did one more show after a quick break. Just as you reached the tent’s exit, you felt a warm, firm hand on your shoulder. You turned to see Jin standing behind you. He was slightly out of breath, as if he’d jumped down from the stage and ran to catch up to you. Jimmy sat alone in the wooden chair on stage. 

“Uh… I wanted to ask you,” he said, though his voice died away as a few more people walked by. His face was slightly red. He looked embarrassed. 

You waited until the rest of the audience cleared out, then you smiled and said, “Yes? What did you want to ask me?”

Jin looked at the ground. “I… was wondering if… you’d like to come see me in my tent later.”

It took a moment for you to grasp his meaning. He wasn’t just inviting you to come and chat with him in his tent. You’d talked to enough guests and carnival workers to know that performers often invited people to their tents after hours for sex. From what you’d heard, this was a common, and mutually enjoyable, occurrence. Naturally, you’d asked around about Jin. Apparently he very rarely asked anyone to his tent, if at all. 

Of course you’d asked about the fire dancer, whom everyone referred to simply as Touya. The carnival workers usually laughed and said something along the lines of, “Touya? Oh yeah, his tent gets a lot of traffic!”

But now, standing in front of Jin, you felt a heat creep into your face as you thought it over. Did you want to be intimate with Jin? You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t thought about it. You’d even felt disappointed that he hadn’t invited you already. His face only got redder as the seconds ticked by in silence. His eyes shifted nervously to your face, and perhaps he noticed your own embarrassment. 

“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have been so forward,” he said. 

“It’s alright, Jin,” you replied, now looking at the floor yourself. “Actually, I’d like to come see you tonight.”

You glanced at his face, and found him beaming. He suddenly hugged you, and the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you sent shivers of excitement up and down your body. He pulled away just as suddenly and headed back toward the stage, where Jimmy was waiting. 

“Come just after closing time! I’ll let the guys out front know I’m expecting you!”

You nodded and waved to Jin as he jumped up onto the stage, then you left the tent. 

Face burning, you walked almost absentmindedly to the tent where the fire dancing show took place. You watched it, but your mind was elsewhere. It wasn’t until the show was over and you were sipping a cold soda that a very important fact dawned on you: Jin told the guys out front to let you back in after hours, which meant no one would be chasing you out! This was your chance to poke around and find some evidence that Touya was up to something!

You mulled over this realization as you waited for the carnival to close down for the night. You wouldn’t leave Jin hanging. You wanted to be with him after all. But who says you couldn’t look around afterwards?

As the rides shut down and the lights went out, you felt nervous and excited at the same time, for lots of reasons. You filed out with the rest of the guests, but a few minutes later you went back to the gate. Two carnival workers were standing nearby. One of them had a crowbar tucked into the back of his pants. They both approached you as you reached the gate. 

“Jin is expecting me,” you told them, hoping they couldn’t tell you were blushing. 

They glanced at each other, then stepped aside and motioned for you to come back in. You gave them a nod as you passed back through the gate. 

The grounds were dark and quiet. You saw a few people milling around but you couldn’t tell if they were carnival workers or guests who’d been invited to someone’s tent. You kept your head low and walked to Jin’s tent. 

You’d been inside it before, when you’d complimented his bow tie and he’d wanted to show you his collection. Looking back, he’d been very awkward and nervous that night. He probably wanted to sleep with you back then, but didn’t have the courage to ask. 

This time, you quietly pulled the thick fabric apart and stepped inside. You immediately heard voices, so loud and so frantic that you worried Jin was being reprimanded for some reason by another performer. But as you listened more closely, you realized it was just Jin and Jimmy arguing. He must have been practicing lines for tomorrow night’s shows. 

“I’m telling you, Jin, that person is no good! They’re gonna ruin us,” he said in Jimmy’s voice. 

“You’re wrong,” Jin replied. “They like me! They’d never do anything to hurt me!”

“Keep telling yourself that, you naive moron!”

The conversation sounded bizarre, even for Jin’s act. Was he… talking about you?

You decided to make your presence known before things got any weirder. You stepped forward, making sure your footsteps were loud enough to get Jin’s attention. 

He looked up at you from the small cushioned chair he was sitting on. Jimmy was, of course, on his lap. “Oh, there you are,” he said in a cheerful voice. He stood up, carrying Jimmy with him, and crossed the length of the tent to reach you. 

“Were you practicing your lines again?” You asked the question in a friendly, casual tone, hoping to dispel some of the discomfort the conversation you heard made you feel. 

Jin laughed. “Nah, Jimmy and I just disagree on a lot of things. It happens all the time.”

You chuckled awkwardly then changed the subject. “The carnival sure gets quiet after all the rides shut down. It was almost eerie.”

Jin didn’t seem very interested in keeping up the small talk. He took your hand and led you over to his bed. It was a small, fold away type that had wheels attached for ease of movement. You supposed that was to be expected for someone who stayed on the move. The two of you had room to sit down side by side, Jimmy still in Jin’s arms. 

You were both blushing as Jin leaned over and kissed you on the lips. It was a brief kiss, but when he leaned in for another, you placed a hand on his chest to stop him. 

“Uh, should you put Jimmy somewhere else?”

Jin looked embarrassed as he stood up. “Right, sorry!” He stepped over to a small dresser and sat the dummy down, its back leaning against a dirty mirror and its face looking straight at the bed. “You don’t mind if he watches, do you?”

Assuming Jin was making one of his usual jokes, you answered with one of your own. “I don’t mind, as long as he doesn’t want to join in.”

Jin laughed. “Don’t worry about that! Jimmy doesn’t like you.”

You knew he was only joking, but the comment still caught you off guard. “He doesn’t?”

Jin gave you a grin as he sat on the bed beside you again. “I told you, he and I disagree on a lot of things.”

You couldn’t help smiling. “I take it that means you like me?”

He pulled his suspenders down over his shoulders and undid his bow tie as he kissed you again, this time more slowly. “Oh I like you a lot,” he murmured, and his voice seemed to vibrate in your ear. You wondered if it was a ventriloquist trick, but you didn’t have time to put much thought into it. Jin was unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest and abdomen that made your entire body feel electric. 

You helped him pull off the open shirt and your hands quickly moved to his belt, suddenly overcome with the urge to see more of him. At the same time, he was working at the buttons of your own shirt. Within minutes, both of you were naked and clasped in each other’s arms as you sank onto the rickety bed, you on your back and Jin on top of you. The bed rolled a few inches, and you both froze, then the two of you laughed. 

You wrapped your arms around Jin’s neck, pulling yourself up so that you could kiss him more deeply. At one point you looked over his shoulder and your gaze fell upon Jimmy, who sat staring at you. His large glass eyes were narrowed in his perpetual frown, as if he strongly disapproved of the scene taking place in front of him. Without a word to Jin, behind his back, you held up your middle finger to the dummy. Then you went back to kissing Jin. 

The feel of Jin’s muscled body pressing onto yours was incredible. His hands explored every part of you, his fingers nimble and skilled from years of making the dummy’s head and arms move. When his tongue found one of your nipples, you almost cried out in pleasure. All of his awkwardness had been replaced by passion, and you couldn’t get enough of it. 

He slid down, his hard body rubbing yours, and leaned back on his knees in front of your open thighs. Then, gently, he lifted both your knees until they were up near your head, almost folding you in half. You felt yourself blushing again in this incredibly vulnerable position, all of you on display. But Jin’s lusty eyes gave you confidence. He wanted you. The large erection between his legs was proof of that. 

Jin leaned down and buried his face in your groin, licking and sucking your most sensitive parts. You moaned and grasped his short hair with one hand, the other gripping the thin sheets around you. He continued relentlessly until you were on the very edge of release, then suddenly stopped. You whined at the loss of pleasure, looking up at Jin pleadingly. He was licking his lips as if he’d just enjoyed a fantastic meal. Then, he scooted his hips closer to yours, and slowly pushed his massive cock inside you. 

The sheer size of him was almost enough to make you cum on the spot. He easily reached all the deep spots that made you feel good. But when he started moving, carefully and gently at first, a new feeling emerged. From the depths of your being, you felt Jin’s affection for you. He was taking such care to make sure he didn’t hurt you, to please you, and it made your heart feel full. Everywhere his hands touched, you felt sweet warmth. 

Jin gradually increased his pace, apparently using your moans and gasps to guide his movements. You threw your arms around him again, pulling him into a deep kiss, savoring the smoky taste of tobacco in his mouth. He gave another deep thrust, and it pushed you over the edge. 

The two of you came within seconds of each other. When you looked up, Jin was panting on top of you, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his toned body. He smiled at you, and you kissed him once more. Minutes later, you fell asleep, all thoughts of investigating Touya the fire dancer long forgotten. 

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mdni

tomura def eats ass. type to spread your puckered hole and slowly spit directly into it. he’d watch his drool slide in your body and stuff two fingers in your sweet little pussy while he sucks the life outta your ass.

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CUNNING-lingus

You felt so small under his gaze. He held all the power despite being the one on his knees for you. Your body was burning and squirming and trying to crawl away, pleading for mercy. But he held you so tight.

He could have pinned you in place with just his lustful eyes.

His tongue alternated between lapping over your clit and thrusting in and out of your entrance. You were drenched with desire. Your wetness mixed with his saliva and he lapped at it like a starved man.

Your face was red and your cheeks felt hot. You were in heaven. He placed a few hot, open mouthed kisses on your inner thighs. The sudden loss of warmth from your core, coupled with a distant tickling sensation of his lips made you almost cry with need.

He began kneading your breasts with one of his hands while the other spread your legs apart so he could shove his fingers inside your cunt. He immediately found that sweet spot that made you gasp and moan with ecstasy. The pads of his fingers curled and rubbed that spot while his mouth returned to your bundle of nerves. Your body spasmed with every jolt of pleasure that shot through your body. Your eyes kept rolling to the back of your head and closing but you kept them open. Looking into his own. He was proudly taking in the sight of all the sweet agony he put you through.

You felt your clitoris becoming numb from the relentless strokes of his tongue. But there was a new sensation starting to form faintly somewhere deep inside. It throbbed and grew stronger and stronger, spreading to your stomach, your breasts and down to your legs, making them shake in his grasp. Your whole body was shivering. Your orgasm was building higher and higher and then, something snapped and it all collided back into you. You went completely limp as it raked through you, raising goosebumps and driving you insane.

It lasted for a good couple of minutes, flooding his mouth with your wetness which he cleaned up, licking hungrily and not wasting a drop. You were twitching and sobbing and crying but he kept at it. You tried to push his face away, begging him to stop.

Finally, he looked up. His hand began massaging your sore muscles and he started kissing your legs and feet. You felt satisfied but exhausted. Your eyelids were closing on their own. You could barely move an inch.

To your horror, you felt him climb on top of you.

"My turn to come?"

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enticed

tomura shigaraki x fem! lov! reader smut

warnings: mutual masturbation also blue hair shiggy, slight degredation, some praising, sort of knife play (there is a knife involved but not used to harm), humping, oral (female recieving), reader wears a skirt in this one, switch!shiggy more than hinted at bc hot, fluff at the end

word count: 2.6k

summary: sex with shiggy when you've snuck away

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“sh—show me,” he ordered, reclined in the desk chair with his blue hair tousled against the headrest, panting into the open air in front of him; and though his body might’ve been relaxed and nonchalant, his eyes remained hyperfocused on her, one hundred percent. 

“spread your legs,” he groaned, that raspy voice sending shivers down her spine and resulting in, through no doing of her own, her knees opening to show him what they both craved. “god,” he groaned, pressing his head back into the chair and letting his eyes fall closed. 

she knew what he saw: a wet patch in the middle of lacy panties and naked thighs shaking with the tension of the moment. and she knew what she saw: a tent against the zipper of his (ratty, to be honest) pants, and if she focused hard enough, she thought she could see the beat of his heart in his underwear. 

she placed her sock-covered feet onto the arm rests of the chair, leaning back onto her palms on the desk she sat on. how did she get here, perched on a random desk and showing off her cunt to shigaraki, the named man staring at her like he wanted to absolutely devour her?  

but then again, she could say the same thing about herself—what she wouldn’t give to be on her knees with him deep down her throat—with the way she, too, was devouring the image of the blue-haired villain panting because of something she did.

“please,” she whined, dropping her head against her shoulders.

“look at me,” he commanded, and it was like he was yanking at her head with the way it shot back up to make eye-contact with him. god, she loved his eyes. was that weird?

“i’ll—i’ll beg, just—”

“don’t be a slut,” he tutted, but then he was unbuttoning his pants with two fingers (somehow) and slipping a hand into his pants. “just sit there and be good. let me look at you, okay?”

“okay,” she whispered back, but she could feel her own wetness glide through her folds when she twitched. she wondered if she could cum from rubbing her thighs together, but more than cumming she wanted to be good for him. 

just days ago, she barely knew the man—had only heard of him through the news—and now she was not only a part of his little league, but was allowed to watch him, in this way?

she watched as his hand grasped his cock, enamoured with the way his hips just slightly jerked when he twisted his hand for the first pump, pressing down with the palm of his hand onto his head. let me see, she wanted to beg. let me see you fuck your hand.

instead, she offered, “i can take them off.” to emphasise, she let her knees drop further, the fabric of the panties bunching and slipping into her slit just slightly, and she saw the way his eyes narrowed at the movement. “let me show you, please—”

he cut off her whine with a harsh laugh, eyes squinting. “oh, such a slut, aren’t you?” 

she keened at the sound of his laugh, breathing shakily when he indifferently stood up, fly and button still open, now in between her open thighs which might’ve been trembling just from him being as close as he was. 

and then, from the discarded bag to the left of her which she’d thrown off in her haste to show him just how much she wanted him, he grabbed a switchblade, flipping it open and hovering it in front of her face. 

she didn’t flinch. how could she when she knew that, in this moment, if he asked her to slit her throat, she would? 

“cut these slutty things off. let me see,” he mocked in the same tone of voice she had begged him in, “that pretty pussy you’ve been hiding, okay?”

with a condescending tilt of his head, he sat down once again in the chair and then flipped the knife in his hand, holding it by the blade and showing her the handle.

she took it, sitting up slightly straighter, and practically throwing herself to cut her underwear off at the sides, the only sound in the room being that of ripping fabric and short breaths.

“shigaraki,” she started, pleading with her eyes, “please, i feel like i’ll explode.” her complaint fell on deaf ears, instead he watched her with a smirk as the fabric finally dropped onto the table. with the help of her hand, empty now that she’d thrown the knife hastily in her desperation, she removed the fabric from her body and went to throw them, but was stopped by him reaching out a hand. 

“give it to me,” he ordered, and grabbed it right where she’d been dripping, she realised with an embarrassed flush. “does this really turn you on this much?” he teased.

and all she could do was try not to moan aloud as he brought the ripped panties up to his mouth and, whilst staring her down, licked up her wet patch and groaned into the fabric. 

“does just me looking at you make you into such a desperate little mess?”

“yes,” she whispered, slipping down the table to present herself like a gift to him. “yo—you don’t have to do much, just use me and i’ll be good,” she begged. 

“show me your tits and i’ll consider it,” he demanded, and he held in his laugh when she scrambled to unbutton her top and expose her pretty bra to him. “look at that,” he grinned, running his tongue over his teeth.

she pushed her chest out at that. “please,” she cried, close to tears at how wound up he was getting her—probably without meaning to. she could feel her own heartbeat pulse in her cunt and her nipples tighten. “i just need your…” she groaned, voice whiny and breathy. “anything, please,” she sobbed.

“pinch your nipples,” he commanded, breaking her out of her little cry-fest. 

“w—what?” her eyes widened, and she stared at him as he lowered both his pants and his boxers and let his cock spring up, catching it with his palm and spreading his pre-cum down his throbbing dick. 

“fuck,” he groaned, veins showing in his neck as he rubbed a circle on his tip before pumping his cock again. “pinch your tits for me, okay?”

“okay,” she stumbled, pulling down the cups of her bra to frantically pinch at her nipples, sitting up straight. in her mind, she could almost imagine it was his dangerous hands pinching and pulling them, and in her fantasy his mouth was wrapped around them. 

with each pinch, she unknowingly rocked her hips against nothing, dripping arousal onto the hardwood table under her now that her cunt was pressed directly at it. 

“thank you,” she mumbled between needy moans. 

enamoured, he watched the rock of her hips, not even telling her off when her eyes fluttered shut with each shot of pleasure going to her swollen pussy.

he could imagine himself, stretching her out and pressing deeper until she choked on the feeling, and if he was lucky, she’d whimper a ‘wait, too big!’ but they’d both know she never wanted him to stop. and, somewhere in this fantasy of his, he was the one begging for respite, maybe with his hands tied and his cock used by her. 

instead, in time with her lurching hips, he fucked up into his hand, tightening it when his eyes zeroed in on her leaking hole. 

he was watching it so intently that he didn’t see her fingers moving to touch her cunt until two of them circled her clit, breaking him out of his trance. 

“ha,” he mocked, though it sounded much less threatening with the way he panted for breath. “you really are depraved, aren’t you?” 

she’d fallen back onto the table at this point, and to meet her eye, he stood, still fisting his own cock, until he could feel the heat her body gave off. 

“hey,” he drawled. “make yourself cum and i’ll reward you.”

“god,” she groaned, voice almost animalistic, as her back arched. “but i need your—anything,” she begged. 

“what, you want my fingers? what if i decay you?” he teased, leaning closer to her face, body hunched over hers. “would it be worth it, huh? to die?”

her heart was beating faster than she could keep track of it, with both the threat and his closeness. “don’t care,” she mumbled out. 

“you’re shaking from your fear,” he noted, barely getting the words out before his head dropped with a low, desperate moan as he pushed his cock against her thigh. “do you like fear? will it make you cum?”

“yes,” she gasped, pressing hungrily on that sensitive bundle of nerves, fingers slipping through her slick as she tried to make as small circles as possible. “shig—oh,” she moaned out, smiling through the pleasure at the sudden rutting against her thigh as tomura shigaraki fucked his cock against her, just as depraved as she. 

“fuck,” he spat softly under his breath, and she knew if she had the willpower, she could make him whimper, maybe press his lips into her cunt and make him taste her. “put them in,” he sighed.

she did as he asked, sliding in two fingers in her distressed state, fucking them into her and curling them, rocking her hips in time with shigaraki’s. “f—feels so good,” she forced out, breath coming in short pants. 

“slut,” he laughed again. “you just—just have to tell me how slutty you feel, huh?” 

“y—you’re the one who’s humping my thigh,” she retorted.

she wasn’t prepared when he suddenly shot his hand out and forced two fingers down her throat. as she choked on them, a surprised moan vibrated around them. 

“shut the fuck up,” he warned, but the drool pushing out between his fingers made him reach down with his hand to remove her hand that was fucking herself, pulling it out to bump his mushroom tip against her swollen, glistening clit. with each rock of his hips, her folds peeled apart to allow his veiny cock between them—so dirty to hump like depraved teenagers in an abandoned building on an old desk.

and then he was using her cunt to jerk off, hunching over her more to practically lay on top of her, rubbing against her clit in short, desperate thrusts. 

“shit,” he moaned, pre-cum oozing from his tip to meet her arousal. “so good for me, yeah?”

“‘ank you,” she gurgled out, eyes rolled deep into her head. 

his head lowered to her still uncovered tits, and just like in her fantasy, his mouth—with his dry lips and his salivating mouth—wrapped around her nipple, moaning desperately around the skin as he got closer and closer to his orgasm against her pussy. 

he ignored her responding sob, ignored her knee hooking over his hips to press them impossibly closer together, ignored her hips jerking up to unwittingly try to get the tip of him into her pulsing hole—because he was so, so fucking close, balls drawing up as his stomach clenched.

and with a final thrust of his hips and with his fingers pressing down on her tongue, he spurted against her clit, his mewl buzzing against her tits as he buried his head in between them. 

and she might’ve been just as close as he was, but even if she didn’t reach her peak, she could’ve died happily when he came against her.

the cum pulsing out of his tip that thumped against her clit leaked down into her waiting hole, but he couldn’t pull away even if he wanted to, both of her legs tightly wrapped against him and she pushed her hips into his in desperation as her orgasm fully faded away.

struggling, nearly squeaky breaths against her tits as he came down, still pushing his hips lazily into hers as he drained himself of cum. his fingers still deep in her throat with her eyes fluttering shut as he, probably without meaning to, pressed hard against her tongue, covering his fingers in her spit.

she basked in the moment, keeping her eyes closed even when he pulled his head away from her tits and, with a lot of fluid involved, pulled his dick away from her pussy and his fingers from her mouth. 

tightly wound, sure she could cum if he just blew on her, she threw an arm over her eyes to collect herself. 

she didn’t know how enticing, how gorgeous she looked, legs falling from his waist to reveal her pussy covered in his seed, legs spread wide to give shigaraki an amazing view of her clenching hole and her heaving chest, nipples erect and winking with his spit still adorning them. 

he just couldn’t stop himself.

suddenly, he was on his knees in front of her, mouth open as he pushed his face into her cunt, some part of him wanting to become one with her.

she squealed, eyes shooting up and her upper body lurching up to behold tomura shigaraki, eyes closed and mouth open, licking and sucking at her cunt. he was eating her and him from her twinkling folds.

“taste so good,” he mumbled, moaning into her when she grabbed at his head and his hair, pressing him into her. in hindsight, maybe she was hurting him, but with the way he opened his jaw wider to devour her, she guessed he enjoyed it.

he was sloppy, and maybe not so talented with eating her out, but he sucked on her clit and he thrusted his tongue into her and he buried his nose into her and she was close again, throwing her legs over his shoulders. 

“look at me,” she breathed, yanking his hair back until just his tongue was dancing on her clit and he opened his eyes. hands clenched on the table to push himself as close as he could to her. 

his eyes, so wide and needy, and his shoulders shifting with each desperate breath of her scent was most definitely what threw her over the edge.

or maybe it was the moan he let out when she groaned, “good boy, shig.”

her back arched into the air, digging her legs into his shoulders to somehow press herself closer to him. 

pulsing, throbbing, around nothing. 

suddenly, she was falling, detached from shigaraki’s mouth and finding herself on the ground. “what?” she mumbled, still in the haze of her orgasm. 

“sorry,” came from above her, and it was then she realised. he’d put all his fingers on the desk beneath her, dusting it. 

all she did was laugh, pressing herself up from the ground to stand in front of him. “i’m just glad i have that effect on you.”

“shut up,” he rasped back, but she caught the dusting of pink on his cheeks as he zipped his pants back up. 

“c’mere,” she muttered. still half-dressed and with a sprinkling of dust on her back she pressed forward to press a gentle kiss on his chapped lips. head tilted, eyes closed. 

in a spur of the moment decision, he mirrored her. an ounce of vulnerability in this otherwise filthy encounter shown in the way his mouth clumsily followed her silent instructions, moulding to hers. 

when she pulled away, breath noticeably coming in shorter puffs, her hands roamed up to his face, fingers dancing over his jawline and his under eyes, smiling at the way he pushed into her. poor boy’s touch-starved, she thought. 

eyes still closed, he was searching for her mouth again and she pressed her lips to his again, mewling when two of his fingers tentatively traced her face in a mimic of her. 

but his eyes shot open when one hand moved from his face to his ass of all places. “delicious,” she grinned. 

“shut up.”

[dabisqueen]

The new LoV album cover just dropped! 🤘🔥

[bbybaku]

i’m back lol

this one’s long and kind of weird but shiggy smut as always

warnings: enemies to lovers, rough sex, choking, slapping, praise, afab reader, long intro, gamer shig, idk lmao

for your second year of college you and some friends , your girl best friend, her boyfriend and and his best friend got a 4 bedroom house.

well that was the original plan, your best friend and her boyfriend got into a study abroad program last minute with a scholarship so good they couldn’t refuse.

you knew of the boyfriends best friend but had never met him longer than in passing.

by the time this all happened the papers had already been signed and the first few months of rent had been paid.

leaving you living with a stranger.

a stranger you found after the first week that you weren’t fond of.

tomura. but you called him shigaraki because you didn’t care for him enough to call him by his first name.

while the two of you were in college, he opted to take all of his classes online. meaning he never left.

he was also nocturnal.

and addicted to video games.

which he absolutely refused to turn the volume down for. keeping you up all night.

your classes were all in person and you took your education very seriously.

your roommate did not.

he very obviously didn’t care for you or your life.

which he would remind you when the two of you bumped into each other.

at first you two just exchanged snarky comments at each other.

“you’re ugly in the morning”

he would say when you got up for class after he had been up all night.

“you’re ugly all the time” you would snap back.

or another complaint of yours to him would be that he never did his dishes. which you let him use despite everything being yours.

you started off asking nicely but he would always pick a fight about it.

he felt a woman’s place was in the kitchen.

you got him back by doing all the dishes then keeping them in your room.

after about a month and a half the snarky comments turned into screaming matches.

you would stay away from home on purpose to avoid him.

you hated him so much.

but despite all the snarky comments, he wasn’t that ugly.

you always noticed his hands. long slender fingers.

and for being a compsci major and a gamer he always smelled good.

you hated all the long hot showers he took but they did have a result.

your dislike for him lessened one night when you came home from a night out.

drunk. hysterical. inconsolable.

you had seen your ex making out with your ex best friend at the bar.

none of your friends made the situation any better.

but somehow shigaraki did?

he was so nice to you. so gentle about it.

“they’ve showed you who they are. you’re probably better than them anyway. you should just go to bed then you won’t have to think about it anymore because you’ll be asleep”

he walked you to the bathroom seeing as you were so drunk you could barely walk.

he tucked you into bed and then started walking back to his room.

before he closed the door you asked him to stay. you told him you just really didn’t want to be alone right now.

“oh um are you sure?”

you insisted.

he slept on the floor.

but when you woke up he was in your bed spooning you. you instantly fell back asleep in warm bliss.

but when you woke up again he was gone.

you two didn’t talk about this interaction for about a month.

it wasn’t until you two were screaming at eachother about wanting to use the tv that he grabbed your face, looked at you for a few seconds the aggressively made out with you.

the agressive making out, tit squeezing, dick grabbing makeout quickly made it’s way into a bed.

not your bed.

a bed with clean dark blue sheets, an ocean smell, and a dark room with lots of vibey LED lights.

he ripped your clothes off of you while sucking your tits like there was milk coming out of them.

you were grinding aggressively on his hard on when his hand found your throat and applied the perfect amount of pressure.

he looked down at you through his blue hair and whispered

“you drive me fucking insane in every possible way”

he threw one of your legs over his shoulder and inserted himself slowly.

throwing his head back and groaning once all the way in.

“i’m so obsessed with you and i hate it”

he whispered through heavy breaths.

he started slow. going in and out. it barely hurt because of how wet you were between your legs

you could barely function.

maybe it was the lack of airflow or the utter show of what was happening. but you were to stunned to move.

once he had stretched you out just enough he started pounding.

if you could have you would have been moaning.

“can i hit you?”

you nodded slightly against the risk stance of his hand.

mouth open and eyes fuzzy you watched as he took his hand from you throat, drew back, and slapped you.

hard.

after he slapped you he held the bottom of your face, forcing you to look at him.

“make eye contact with me” he was out of breath, smirking and pounding into you.

you obeyed and his free hand started rubbing.

he was searching around for a bit before he found what he was looking for.

you reeled the minute he found it.

“ah ah no no, you’re supposed to be looking at me.”

“pl-ease i-“

he shook you face with the hand that was holding your jaw.

“you know better than this, y/n.”

you squirmed beneath him. over satisfied and growing overstimulated you could tell he was getting close the way his hands were twitching and his pounds inconsistent.

“ you’re so good for me you little slut”

he put his thumb in your mouth.

“can i come inside?”

you had an ied. so you nodded while taking his thumb and his cock.

“ahhh you’re sooooooo good”

he moaned durring the so.

the hand on your clit landed on your boob and he squeezed it as he came.

then he collapsed on top of you.

“i’m still not doing the fucking dishes.”

[ryo-apologist]

Camboy! Shigaraki

Shigaraki Tomura x Reader

CW: Smut, Minors DNI, I will block your ass. Exhibitionism, being filmed, spanking with a toy, nipple play, degradation.

AN: I tried to keep it pretty GN, if I missed something let me know. Because of this, I don't mention a hole specifically, so use your imaginations <3

~Darling XOXO

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who remains faceless the entire time he's on camera. He's the leader of an entire army, he can't have his entire being called into question because he likes the attention.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who started this whole thing because he saw far uglier men on porn sites raking in hundreds of thousands of yen and for what? He knows he's better looking than at least half of them, and who ever complains about extra money?

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who holds that ideology but really, he loves the attention. He's such an attention slut that you throw enough money at him on stream and he'll do anything.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who loves edging himself on stream because it's just a special kind of torture. Stroking up and down the shaft of his cock and watching it twitch with ever drag of his hand. Thumbing over the head just to collect the bulb of pre-cum already dripping out only to slather it in a slow circle and watch as the light sheens off of it. Reaching his other hand to squeeze his own balls because it feels so good and this is for him and him alone. Everyone watching is lucky that they get to experience such a thing.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who is originally adamant on not bringing you on until Dabi makes a comment about how much more viewers money two person streams bring in. While Dabi was talking about two women streams, Shigaraki is already taking this idea and running with it.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who teases the idea on stream for weeks just to garner his audience's opinions. He watches as the numbers start rolling in when he starts moaning about fucking you're tight little hole and leaving you a dripping mess for their pleasure.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who reads every single comment he gets, about how people are blowing their loads to just the thought of watching anyone get fucked by his cock, whether it's them or not. People volunteering themselves, even if he knows nobody will ever reach your level.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who's disgusted by the idea at first, but soon realizes what this mean. This isn't just a way to make money, or get all the attention he was deprived of as a child, no.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who realizes this is a way to stake a claim. This is a way to absolute ruin his little whore in all the ways he's ever dreamed of and to send a message to everyone who's debauched enough to lose their shit over him of all people.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who knows this will be a message that he's better than them in every single way. He has an army, he's the most wanted villain in Japan, he's dangerous and lethal, and yet he's still getting laid more than they are. That he has this perfect little cum sleeve waiting for him at the drop of a dime.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who grows so hard at the thought on stream he's nearly breaking his thirty minute edging streak at the thought of absolutely wrecking you on camera and leaving you to moan his name for everyone to hear. Because he's the only one who gets to talk to you like this. He's the only one who gets to touch you like that. He's the only one who gets to fuck you and leave your whole gaping for his cock and his cock alone, after all, he's worked so hard to carve out a spot in you for his dick alone. For him to fuck and sully and leave flooded with his cum.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who doesn't need much more convincing after that.

Your head hurts.

His fingers are threading so close to the roots of your hair that a small part of your brain is firing off a number of warning signs that he could kill you then and there. The red flags are numbed and buzzed out by the euphoria of simply having him there. You can barely find yourself caring about his hands when the delicious stretch of his cock is filling you all over again. When the sound of his balls clapping against your ass cheeks is ringing in your ears over and over again.

When your eyes are focused on the lens of the camera in front of you. The red light is haunting in the sense that you know exactly what's being broadcasting. An audience of thousands, maybe more, is watching you get your back blown out with heavy drops of cum already dripping down your thighs.

Your back is arched nice and pretty for Tomura, with his one hand pinning you by your head and the other is too busy holding your hips, the only thing saving your life being the arch of his own pinkies to keep them from touching your delicate flesh. Sweat is coating your skin in an uncomfortable layer, but you can't even find it in yourself to care.

There's a chime and the sound effect of coins falling, and you whine out as the vibrators taped to your nipples light up once again. They buzz happily against your sensitive nubs and your entire body scrunches as you keen and shudder. The hand in your hair pulls slightly in a warning.

"Naughty slut." He hisses, low and deep and it sends your entire nervous system into a tizzy. "Gonna cum? I didn't say you could do that."

"'m sorry-" You gasp out, fingers tightening their gasp on the sheets beneath you. "Not gonna cum." You swear thought you can feel that neither of you truly believe that.

Tomura grants you a sliver of relief and stops moving.

The hand on your hip leaves and you're almost tempted to look back, but that's against the rules. So you don't.

You do let out a yelp of shock, or maybe pain, as the stiff surface of his paddle rockets against your awaiting ass cheek. You groan and clench and you can hear Tomura let out his own noise as the paddle lowers to rest it's cool face on the burning flesh of your ass.

"That's my good cum sleeve."

There's another chime and the returning noise of coins falling. The vibrators you hadn't even noticed had turned off come to life again. The paddle swings and your entire body clenches as euphoria runs through your veins, quickly followed by the shame of disobedience which ruins your orgasm before it can even finish.

Right after you feel the rush of warmth as another load of cum fills you more than you thought possible.

Another chime has you crying out in agonized glee.

[candycandy00]

The Dark Carnival Chapter 2: Mr. Compress x Reader

AU fic about the League of Villains as members of a 1920’s traveling circus/carnival, and everywhere they go, people tend to disappear. Each chapter will feature a new Reader getting mixed up with one of the members. This is a dark fanfic so please don’t expect happy endings!

Smut. 18+. Gore. Blood. Death. Consensual Sex (lots of it). Very long fic.

On the first night the carnival was in town, you arrived early with your father to be given a tour of the grounds. A man with white hair and strange red eyes met the two of you at the entrance, bowing in a dramatic way. 

“Welcome to our carnival, sir. And thank you again for allowing us to use your property.”

Your father looked at the man as if he were filth, and walked on through the hastily erected gate. “You can thank me by making sure I get my cut of the profits,” your father said while regarding the grounds with a look of mild disgust. 

You followed his gaze, looking over the carnival rides alight with colors, the booths where people could play games like throwing darts at balloons, the carts selling street foods you’d never heard of, and several weathered but still vibrant tents of varying sizes clustered in the middle of the area. 

The food smelled delicious, completely overtaking the faint smell of earth that you’d detected outside the gate. The rides were moving despite being empty, apparently going through last minute checks before the carnival was opened to the public. Carnival workers were running back and forth, finishing up preparations. 

That’s when a young man collided with your father, a large bucket of water in his hands spilling onto your father’s suit. The young man fell onto the ground, but quickly scrambled to his feet. “I’m so sorry, sir! I wasn’t looking where I was going!”

“How dare you!” your father roared, glaring at the young man who took two steps back in fear. “This suit is worth more than your pathetic life!”

“Father, calm down,” you said, but he didn’t seem to hear you. He raised his arm to strike the young man, but suddenly another man was beside him, holding his arm still. 

The newcomer wore a flamboyant outfit in bright red, glitter and sequins adorning the fabric. He had thick, wavy dark hair and even darker eyes. “No violence allowed at the carnival, sir,” he said in a cheerful tone, positioning himself between your father and the young man. He snapped his fingers and a long stem rose appeared in his hand, which he reached toward your father. “Here, have a souvenir!”

Your father jerked his arm free of the man’s grasp and then slapped the rose out of the man’s hand. “Don’t touch me, you filthy carnie!”

The man shrugged and snapped his fingers again, producing another rose. This one he handed to you with a wink. You took it happily, surprised that he could remain so calm even when faced with your father’s wrath. There was something about the mischievous gleam in those dark eyes that captivated you. 

Another carnival worker had approached and given your father a towel, but his already sour mood had worsened. “Come on,” he said to you, “let’s go.”

You glanced back at the man who’d given you the rose. He smiled at you as he pulled a red glittery mask from his pocket and placed it over his eyes. You turned to your father and said, “Is it alright if I stay for a while and enjoy the carnival?”

Your father’s harsh expression softened as he looked at you. “You’re an adult now. Why don’t you stay and keep an eye on things for me?” 

It seemed obvious that he just wanted you to feel important, but you appreciated the sentiment. He pressed a wad of money into your hand. “Have a good time. I’ll send someone to get you later tonight.”

You kissed your father’s cheek and waved goodbye as he left, then turned around to look over your many options. The front gate had opened and townspeople had begun filing in, then scattering in all directions to enjoy the various attractions. Children ran toward the ferris wheel, an older couple was buying a sweet fried treat covered in sugar, and a teenage boy was throwing darts, trying to win a large stuffed animal for the girl beside him. 

The carnival was amazing, but a bit daunting. Though you were an adult now, you’d grown up sheltered and, if you were honest, a bit pampered. You’d never been given the freedom to roam around a place like this. You suspected your father allowed it because you were still on his property, and the carnival workers knew who you were, so were unlikely to bother you. 

To start with, you bought a few tickets and rode a couple of the rides, enjoying the thrill and the night air rushing through your hair. You ate a hotdog, then played a game in which you tossed rings and tried to land them on the necks of glass bottles. You were spectacularly bad at it, but you had fun nonetheless. 

As you passed by a medium-sized tent, you caught a glimpse of red sparkly clothing and stepped back to get a better look. You pulled back the flap of the tent entrance and saw the man from before standing on a small stage. He was setting up various items beside him, but looked up and noticed you hovering in the entranceway. 

“You can come in,” he called, “I’m just setting up for the magic show.”

You hesitated for a moment, then walked on in. “You’re a magician?” 

He grinned and snapped his fingers. An entire bouquet of flowers appeared in his hand. “The great Sako Atsuhiro, at your service!”

You smiled and approached the stage. You reached up to take the bouquet he was holding out toward you, but at the last second it vanished into thin air and you grabbed hold of his empty hand instead. He pulled you up onto the stage, and you stumbled as your feet adjusted to the rough wooden boards. Atsuhiro caught you in his arms before you could fall, and suddenly your bodies were pressed against each other, his warmth seeping into you. 

You looked up at his face, and he gave you a heated look. You blushed and looked away. This was the closest you’d been to a man you weren’t related to, and it was a little embarrassing. 

He made sure you were steady on your feet before releasing you and going back to work on setting up the stage. “Would you like to be my assistant?” he asked over his shoulder as he assembled a large wooden box that looked like an upright coffin.  

“Assistant?”

“For every performance, I use an assistant from the audience. Someone I can make disappear or saw in half.”

You frowned. “That doesn’t sound very pleasant.”

He laughed and turned to face you. “It’s all magic, my dear. You’d also be there to confirm I’m not using wires or strings or other such trickery.”

“But… isn’t it all trickery?”

He moved closer to you and smiled. “Of course it is. But the audience doesn’t need to know that. So will you do it? My shows always do best when I have a beautiful young lady assisting me.”

You blushed again. He thought you were beautiful? In that moment, you decided to take him up on the offer. It sounded like fun, actually. “Alright, I’ll do it.”

He grinned. “Great! Sit in the front row. When the show starts, I’ll ask for volunteers from the audience. Raise your hand and I’ll pick you.”

You nodded, and he gently took your hand to help you down the small set of steps leading off the stage. You left the tent, then waited nearby for the carnival barker to begin yelling for people to come watch the magic show. You bought a ticket, then went inside along with several other people. You took a seat in the front, and tried to calm your frantically beating heart. You’d never been part of a show before, so you were quite nervous. 

After all the seats in the audience were full, the lights in the tent were extinguished until only a few remained on the stage, where a deep purple curtain had been lowered. After a few minutes of tension, the curtain raised, revealing Atsuhiro in his mask. He strode across the stage, introducing himself and making grand promises of amazing and mystical feats to come. 

Finally, he stepped toward the front edge of the stage and said, “I need a lovely assistant to aid me this evening. Do I have any volunteers from the audience?”

You raised your hand instantly, then worried that you would appear too eager. You looked behind you to find that almost every adult woman in the audience had their hand raised as well. They were all looking up at Atsuhiro with shining eyes and blushing faces, looking desperate to be chosen. You didn’t blame them. Atsuhiro was very handsome and incredibly charming. 

He looked out over the crowd as if trying to decide who to choose. For a moment, you felt a stab of fear. What if he didn’t choose you? What if he was playing a mean trick on you? Just as you were about to lower your hand, he looked straight at you and said, “You there, in the blue dress, front row! Step up here, please!”

You exhaled a breath of relief and stood up, smoothing your dress as you approached the steps leading up to the stage. Atsuhiro met you there and extended his hand. You took it, and he helped you up, your dainty sandals making a clicking sound on the wooden steps. 

He led you to the center of the stage and, still holding your hand in his, turned to the audience. “Let’s have a round of applause for my beautiful assistant for this evening!”

The audience clapped, though you noticed that several women were glaring at you as if you’d been caught kissing their boyfriends. You smiled to the crowd, feeling a little bit special. 

For the next hour, you stood on the stage with Atsuhiro and did exactly as he told you. Once you had to inspect a black silk top hat to ensure that it was empty. Once you waved your arms over a chair to show the audience that no strings were attached to it. Once he told you to put your hands in his various pockets to make sure he had nothing in them, and your cheeks burned as your hands slipped in and out of his clothes, necessitating that you stood right up against him. You realized that he smelled good, like sandalwood and citrus. 

Finally, Atsuhiro led you over to the large wooden box in the center of the stage. “For my final act, I shall make this lovely lady disappear!”

He opened the box, the front panel swinging forward to reveal the empty wooden case. He gestured for you to step inside, so you did. He stepped up to you and reached inside to pat the walls, though his hand grazed over your breasts as he did so. “This is sturdy oak! My dear, give us a jump to show how strong the wood is.”

You felt a little silly, but you jumped up and down a few times, your heels making a racket on the wood. When he was close enough, you whispered, “What do I do?”

Atsuhiro didn’t look at you as he whispered back, “You’ll see.”

He closed the box, casting you into total darkness. You could hear him walking around the box, occasionally tapping the sides of it with a cane. After one particular tap on the back, you heard a faint click, and a dim light appeared beneath your feet. You realized that part of the bottom of the box had cracked open. You had barely enough room to reach down and pull up a wooden panel that matched the rest of the box. 

Beneath the open panel, the tiny light illuminated what appeared to be another box, this one padded. It had to be under the stage itself. You realized then what you were supposed to do. The box under you was horizontal instead of upright, and the opening the panel revealed was small. Would you even fit? You had to try, and judging by what you were hearing from Atsuhiro, you didn’t have much time! 

You stepped one foot down into the lower box, carefully and quietly. Luckily the padding prevented your heels from making noise. As you placed your other foot inside and squirmed into position in the second box, you dress was shoved up to your waist, and you had no room to fix it. You curled up in the box as best you could and then closed the panel behind you. 

You could hear Atsuhiro open the wooden box on stage. You could also hear cheers from the audience. The trick must have been a success! But soon after, once the excitement wore off, you began to feel claustrophobic while crammed into the tiny space beneath the stage. Should you open the panel and try to climb back out? You doubted you had room to. And what if some lingering audience members saw you emerge? Difficult as it was, you decided to wait and trust Atsuhiro to get you out when he was ready. 

Several more minutes passed, and then you felt the entire box you were in being pulled across the ground. There was a rope attached to one end, and Atsuhiro used it to pull you out from under the stage, at the back. That’s when you realized the box you were in was made of glass, with the sides and top completely clear. Atsuhiro stood over the box, looking down at you, his mask gone. 

You remembered then that you must look horribly indecent, your dress up around your waist, your thighs and panties on display. You twisted in the box in an attempt to cover yourself, and Atsuhiro grinned. “Oh? Is Sleeping Beauty stirring?”

You reddened when you heard his voice. Didn’t the prince wake Sleeping Beauty up with a kiss? The thought sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach. Did you want him to kiss you? 

Instead of opening the small panel you’d crawled down through, he released a latch on the side and lifted the whole top up, just like a coffin. He reached his hand toward you. “I’m sorry you had to wait a little while. I had to wait for the crowd to clear out. Are you alright?”

You took his hand and he gently pulled you to your feet. “I’m alright,” you told him, stepping out of the box with his assistance. As your feet hit the ground, he pulled you closer to him, until your bodies touched. You looked up at him, his face inches from yours. You did want him to kiss you. More than anything. 

“You did a wonderful job,” he told you. “Would you like to be my assistant for every show tonight?”

The thrill those words sent coursing through you could never be described. You nodded excitedly. “Yes, I’d love to!”

And so the night continued. You assisted him during several more shows, each following the same pattern. You were no longer nervous about being in the glass box, and you felt like you were getting more skilled at slipping into it quickly and quietly. 

Between shows, the two of you took breaks backstage and chatted. You loved Atsuhiro’s friendly, easy-going nature and the way he touched you gently yet casually. Everyone had always been afraid to touch you, knowing who your father was. But Atsuhiro didn’t seem to fear the man at all. 

After the last show of the night, Atsuhiro helped you out of the glass box for the final time. You didn’t want it to end, but what could you do to stop it? 

As he held your arm until you steadied yourself, he pulled off his mask with his free hand and said, “Would you like to do this again tomorrow night?”

Your heart nearly burst. “I can?”

He smiled and leaned in close to you. “I would be honored, my dear, to have such a beautiful assistant again.”

His face was close to yours, and you thought he might actually kiss you then. You looked up at him, your cheeks flushed, and said, “Do you really think I’m beautiful?”

He leaned even closer, his lips almost brushing yours, and then he pulled away, ushering you over to the full length mirror he’d been using to check his costume and mask between shows. He turned you to face the mirror, him standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders. 

“Look at yourself. You’re a rare beauty, but you’re like a rose that’s had a glass case placed over it to preserve it. You should be free to express yourself, and to let others appreciate that beauty, if you desire.”

You were blushing more than ever, your breaths coming more quickly as his hands slowly slid down your arms, pulling the straps of your dress with them. Your breath hitched as the fabric slipped down, under your full breasts, exposing them.  You’d never shown them to any man, but somehow you weren’t afraid, even as his hands moved around to softly grope them. You sighed in pleasure, watching his hands work, occasionally meeting his gaze in the mirror. 

He moved his hands lower, pushing your dress down over your hips so that it pooled at your feet. Now you did feel embarrassed as he looked at the reflection of your white lace panties. Then he looked you in the eyes as he pushed one hand down the front of those panties and massaged your most private place. You gasped as you felt one finger slip inside and stroke your clit. In the mirror, you could see the shape of his hand through the thin fabric, could watch it move as he kneaded and squeezed. 

You suddenly felt weak as you felt a growing wetness under his touch. His other hand was still working at your breast, now rubbing your nipple between his thumb and finger. You realized you were moaning softly, though the sounds you were making seemed more like whimpers. You looked at Atsuhiro. His dark eyes were watching your face, and you were shocked when you followed his gaze. Was that really your face making such lewd expressions? Your cheeks were red, your lips parted, your eyes glassy and wet, your hair messy. 

His fingers moved vigorously over your most sensitive spots, and your legs began to tremble. Then a wave of pleasure crashed over you, radiating throughout your whole body and making you feel like your legs would give way beneath you. You leaned back against his firm body as he withdrew his hand. You breathed heavily for a few minutes before standing up straight and then turning to face him. 

He was looking at you with those dark eyes, a smile on his lips. You stood on your tiptoes to get closer, attempting to kiss him, but he stopped you. “Let’s save some fun for tomorrow night,” he said, then bent down and pulled your dress back up by its straps, helping you pull them back on.  He took one of your hands in his and lifted it to his mouth, where he gave it a slow, lingering kiss. 

His touch felt electric. You wanted his body pressed against yours, but you contained your desire and said goodbye to him. That night you could thing of nothing but the magician. You even touched yourself in bed, imagining his warm hand between your thighs, his dark eyes watching you through the mirror. 

The next evening, you arrived early to the carnival and used your status as the property owner’s daughter to get in before they were actually open. You practically ran to Atsuhiro’s tent, but he wasn’t there. The jumbled props on the stage reassured you though. He probably just wasn’t ready to set up yet. You distracted yourself from the wait by eating some type of sandwich served on thick, flat white bread with chunks of chicken and a white sauce. Then you tried your hand at the balloon darts game, winning nothing. 

After you walked around for a few more minutes, you returned to Atsuhiro’s tent. This time, he was there on stage. His mask and long coat that looked more like a cape toward the bottom were gone. His red sparkling vest covered a white button down shirt, and he’d rolled the sleeves up to work. Seeing him this way made him seem more human to you, so you silently watched for a few minutes. 

At one point, as he was dragging a heavy looking crate across the stage, he must have hit his toe on the corner of it. “Ow, fuck!” he exclaimed, stepping away and shaking the hurt foot. His tone of voice seemed completely different from how he’d sounded the night before, and you found yourself giggling. He looked up sharply, then his eyes fell on you standing just inside the tent. 

The smooth smile was back on his face in an instant. “Oh, there you are, my lovely assistant,” he said, the more formal, charming tone back. 

You laughed. “You don’t have to use your stage voice with me. I think I like the regular you even more.”

He looked a little embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his head, messing up his thick hair a bit. “You heard that? Sorry.”

You approached the stage and climbed the small set of steps to stand near him, feeling almost at home there now. “It’s alright. It made you feel more real.”

He looked at you with a strange expression, then quickly looked away. “Do you want to help me set things up?”

“Of course,” you replied, and jumped right into setting up the stage. You remembered where most of the props went, but there were a few new items tonight, so you had to ask him where they went. Atsuhiro busied himself with setting up the larger items, including the wooden box that you “disappeared” in. 

At one point you glanced over to find him staring at you from across the stage. When you gave him a questioning look, he seemed to redden slightly as he said, in his normal voice, “You look really nice tonight.”

You positively beamed when he said it. You’d worn your prettiest dress, your nicest shoes, fixed your hair and makeup perfectly, all in the hopes that he would compliment you. You smiled brightly at him and said, “Thank you, Atsuhiro!”

He smiled back, and for the first time, it didn’t seem like a stage smile. 

When the first show began, Atsuhiro didn’t bother to ask for volunteers, but instead simply introduced you as his assistant “for the evening”. The show went well, with a few new tricks that still followed a similar formula to the previous night. It still ended with the disappearing act, so once again you found yourself in the glass box under the stage. When Atsuhiro pulled you out a few minutes later and helped you step out of the box, you were so excited and happy that you threw yourself into his arms. 

He caught you, took one look at your breathless, eager face, and suddenly pressed his lips to yours, kissing you passionately. His hands flew to your hair, pulling you even closer, his tongue pushing into your mouth. Your dress fell to the floor at your feet, you didn’t even notice when he slid it down, and he led you back over to the glass box while still kissing you. 

He picked you up off your feet and set you back down in the box, then gently pushed you onto your back against the padded bottom of the interior. He climbed in on top of you and pulled your panties off you so fast that they ripped. You didn’t care. All you wanted was to feel him all over you. 

You tugged at his clothes, and he threw off his mask and coat, then unbuttoned his vest and shirt, revealing his surprisingly toned chest. He opened his pants as he continued kissing you, and you ran your hands under his unbuttoned shirt. 

There was a strange sense of desperation in the air around the two of you as he pulled his cock out of his pants and immediately shoved it inside you. Gone were his careful, gentle touches, replaced by hot, primal grabs and thrusts. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his shoulder to hide the tears forming in your eyes. You’d never felt so overwhelmed, physically and emotionally. You clung to him as if he were an anchor in a churning sea of pleasure and pain. 

His cock thrusting into you was rougher than you expected, his hands gripping your hair tightly, but it felt raw and real, like you were alive for the first time. He pulled back a bit to look at your face, then kissed you again on the lips, then the neck, running his tongue along your throat. One of his hands left your hair to squeeze your breast, and you moaned loudly, calling his name as his cock rubbed against a very pleasurable spot. 

When you climaxed, you wrapped your legs around Atsuhiro’s waist, pulling him deeper into you. He followed soon after, cumming inside you as you held onto him. It took a few minutes of panting and shaking for you to let him disentangle himself and stand up. He sat on the edge of the glass box and watched you wipe your eyes with both hands. Had you really been crying? 

After a little while longer, he stood and began buttoning his clothes, checking himself in the mirror as he replaced the coat and mask. “The next show starts in ten minutes. Are you okay, or do you need a few more minutes? I can delay for-“

“I can do it,” you said quickly, sitting up in the box. You climbed out before he could step over to help you, and retrieved your dress. He helped you pull it over your head, then both of you looked around for your panties, which he’d tossed behind his shoulder. He found them a few feet away and held them up. “Sorry, I don’t think these are wearable now.” Indeed they were ripped to the point that they wouldn’t stay on. 

“It’s okay,” you said, blushing despite everything that had happened, “my dress is long. No one should see anything.”

He grinned and kissed you lightly on the lips. “But how can I focus on my act when I know there’s nothing else under that dress?”

You smiled sheepishly, and he winked at you before going over to push the glass box back into position under the stage. 

The next show was very uncomfortable, as you didn’t have time to clean up and you could practically feel his cum trickling down your legs. But during the next break, he gave you a handkerchief to wipe away the worst of it. 

During the fourth break, he sat on a stool and pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you. He looked you in the eyes and asked, “What would your father think if he knew you’d been fucked by a carnie?”

The question made you feel uneasy. “Let’s not talk about father,” you told him, leaning in to kiss him. 

He kissed you back and dropped the subject, instead making light conversation about the next show. 

After the final show was over, you lingered backstage, watching Atsuhiro remove his mask and cape and roll his sleeves up again. Would he invite you to come back tomorrow? You hoped he would, but you wasn’t sure how to broach the topic. 

He turned to face you and said, “Want me to walk you to the gate?”

On one hand, you loved the idea of walking across the carnival grounds with him, but on the other, you hated the idea of this all being over. You could come back and watch his shows tomorrow night, even if you weren’t his assistant. But would you be able to bear watching it without being on stage with him? Or even worse, watching another woman be selected from the audience to be his assistant? 

You pushed the thoughts from your mind and took the arm he offered, walking with him out the back exit of the tent. 

The carnival was winding down, only a few guests were left, most of them heading for the gate. The rides had been shut down and the various games were closed up. As you walked between tents, you caught a glimpse of smoke billowing up into the night sky from some sort of large metal container. 

“What’s that?” 

Atsuhiro looked over at the smoke and said, “We like to burn off trash at the end of each day. Keeps the place more neat.”

You said nothing more, but as the two of you headed toward the gate, you thought you faintly heard someone screaming. 

As you approached the exit, you couldn’t remain quiet any longer. You stopped walking and turned to Atsuhiro. “What about tomorrow night? Will you need an assistant again?”

He stared at your face for several seconds, and it seemed like he was conflicted about something. Finally he smiled and said, “If you want to be my assistant again, I’d be happy to have you.”

You beamed at him, absolutely glowing with joy. “I’ll be here!”

Atsuhiro gave your lips a slow, gentle kiss, and you left out the gate. 

On the third and final night of the carnival, you arrived early again, and this time you found Atsuhiro setting up the stage in his white shirt with the rolled up sleeves, the red vest draped over a prop. 

You walked onto the stage and began helping, and he looked at you with a complicated expression. Was something wrong? Or did he perhaps feel a certain way about this being your last night together? You’d tried not to think about that, and had already planned to ask when the carnival was coming back to town. The thought even crossed your mind to ask him if he’d be willing to stay here, maybe even work at your father’s factory. 

Regardless, you wanted to enjoy this time with him to the fullest. You approached him somewhat shyly and took his hand. “Come with me over here,” you told him, leading him over to the wooden box, which was at the back of the stage near the curtain, having not been dragged into place yet. 

He seemed surprised, but went along with you, even as you lightly pushed him against the box and pulled the curtain around the two of you. Then you dropped to your knees in front of him and unbuttoned his pants. His eyes widened slightly as he watched you pull his cock from his pants and stroke it until it was fully hard. You’d never seen it up close before, as it had quickly disappeared inside you the night before. You gave it a tentative lick, gliding your tongue over the tip, and it seemed like his whole body stiffened. 

You smiled up at him, and his eyes met yours. This time his face was flushed, his breathing getting faster as you licked him again, this time from base to tip. You didn’t know any techniques, you were just following your instincts. But he seemed to be enjoying it. Especially when you wrapped your lips around him and slid forward, using your saliva to make his cock slippery. You felt one of his hands in your hair, and you loved the feeling of his fingers threading through the strands. 

After several minutes of moving your lips back and forth along his length, occasionally pulling back to lick the tip, you felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and suddenly hot sticky cum coated your tongue and throat. 

You pulled back, and some of it dripped down your lips. You wiped them with a handkerchief you’d brought in your pocket, then stood up. Atsuhiro was still breathing hard, one of his hands gripping the edge of the wooden box behind him. He still seemed surprised when he asked, “What was that for?”

“I just wanted to make you feel good.”

He smiled. “Well it worked.”

Then a voice you recognized as the carnival barker at the entrance of the tent yelled, “Fifteen minutes until the first show!”

Atsuhiro quickly buttoned his pants and the two of you scrambled to get the stage set up in time. 

The first show went off without a hitch. The audience was a bit bigger than usual but you suspected many carnival-goers had decided to save the magic show for the last night. 

As the second show began, you spotted a familiar face in the front row. Your father sat just a few feet from the stage, his arms crossed. You walked over and stood in front of him. “What are you doing here, father?”

His stern face relaxed into a smile when he looked at you. “I heard you were helping with the magic show. I thought I’d come watch.”

You wasn’t sure how you felt about that, but you kissed his cheek and returned to the stage as Atsuhiro watched. It didn’t occur to you until minutes later that you probably still had some of Atsuhiro’s cum on your lips. 

The show went smoothly at first, getting through the first three tricks without issue. But as the fourth trick was being set up, you heard your father’s voice yell, “He didn’t pay for that!”

Both you and Atsuhiro froze on the stage and looked down at the first row, where your father was arguing with a young lady selling cups of popcorn from a box. There was a small, dirty child clutching a cup of popcorn, tears in his eyes. 

Atsuhiro stepped over to the edge of the stage and jumped down, then approached your father. “What seems to be the problem, sir?”

Your father glared at him. “This child didn’t pay for his popcorn! How much do you freaks just give away like this? A cut to your profits is a cut to my profits!”

Atsuhiro looked back at you for a moment, then turned and squatted down in front of the child. He reached behind the child’s ear and pulled out a coin. “Here you go, now you can pay for your popcorn!”

The audience clapped as the child dropped the coin into the nearby lady’s money pouch. Your father grumbled but said nothing more. 

After the show was over, your father got up to leave, so you walked with him to the tent’s exit. 

“I’ll send someone to pick you up later,” he told you. 

“Oh, I’ll be a little later tonight. I want to oversee them doing some of the packing. They plan to leave before morning.”

You really just wanted to spend more time with Atsuhiro, but your father nodded. “Don’t stay more than a couple hours later. We can inspect the grounds tomorrow after they’re gone.”

“Of course, father. See you at home.”

You returned to the stage and finished out the last few shows, each one feeling like sand rushing through an hourglass, counting the moments until Atsuhiro would be gone. 

Finally, after the last show, you sat on top of the glass box and sighed. “That was fun! I’m going to miss it.”

Atsuhiro had his back to you as he stood in front if the mirror and removed his mask and coat. 

“When will you be back?”

He glanced at you through the mirror. “Probably next year around this time,” he replied. 

You felt a stab of panic. “Next year? That long?”

Atsuhiro nodded. 

“In that case, is there any way you could just… stay here?”

He turned around and looked at you, wearing an expression you couldn’t quite identify. Then his face broke into a smile and he said, “Would you like to help me with one last show?”

You blinked, confused. “I thought we just did the last show.”

“For the townspeople, yes. But I usually put on a small magic show just for the carnival workers on the last night. Just a little treat to reward them for all their hard work.”

“And you want me to help?”

“If you’re willing,” he said. 

You stood up, suddenly energized. “I’d love to!” 

“Then can you meet me back here in half an hour? I need to take care of a few things.”

“Sure. I’ll go get something to drink. I think a few of the food carts are still open.”

He gave you a quick kiss as you left the tent out the back way. You killed time by getting a lemonade and watching the guests leave as the lights on the various rides shut off, one by one. 

After enough time had passed, you returned to the tent, where the carnival barker ushered you around to the back. “He’s waiting for you back here,” he said. 

You nodded and went into the tent via the back entrance. The inside of the tent was dark, a bit darker than normal. You didn’t see Atsuhiro, so you called his name. 

His voice called back, “I’m on stage. Can you help me finish setting up?”

You climbed up to the back side of the stage and walked through a wall of thick purple curtains. There you found the front stage. As expected, the front curtain was still down. It only raised at the beginning of shows. What was unexpected was the glass box sitting in the center of the stage, where the wooden one normally sat. Why was it here instead of under the stage? 

You walked over to it and placed one hand on it. You were going to miss this box. You’d had such fun in it, even made love for the first time in it. You smiled as you ran your hand along the smooth surface. 

That’s when you felt Atsuhiro’s hands on you from behind, caressing you, sliding the bottom of your dress up to your waist. 

You looked at him over your shoulder. “Atsuhiro? What are-“

“Shhh,” he said, “People are already taking their seats. If we’re quiet, no one will know.”

You relaxed and allowed him to pull down you panties, then you heard the rustle of his pants opening. “Is this really the best time?” 

He leaned forward until his mouth was against your ear. “I want to make you feel good one last time.”

Last? Then you remembered he was leaving tonight and might never come back. The words were painful to hear, but his hand reaching around between your thighs eased that pain. His fingers rubbed your clit in slow, firm motions until you were sticky with arousal, then he pressed you forward until you were bent over the glass box, and slid his cock inside you from behind. 

You gasped and almost moaned, but held back. You didn’t want the audience to hear. Atsuhiro thrust into you, somehow hitting deeper than before from this angle. One of his hands was running though your hair, the other still curled around you, working at your clit. It felt incredible. 

Your breaths were coming in small gasps as you were pounded against the glass box, your hands grasping it for dear life. You turned your head to try to look back at him. “Atsuhiro… I… I lo-“

He leaned around and kissed you, cutting off your declaration. He kept his mouth on yours, keeping your moans muffled, until he came inside you. You closed your eyes as you rested your head on the glass box, feeling your own climax coming. You let out one moan, a little louder than you intended, as the pleasure washed over you. 

Atsuhiro pulled out just as the curtain raised, revealing a tent full of people staring at you, collapsed against the box, your dress pulled up to your waist and your panties around your knees, still panting and trembling from your orgasm, cum dripping down your thighs. 

You stood up quickly, jerking your panties up and your dress down. Had there been a mistake? Had someone raised the curtain too early? You looked back at Atsuhiro, expecting to find him looking embarrassed or surprised, but you found him wearing his mask and looking at you with cold eyes. 

“What’s going on?” you demanded. 

Atsuhiro gestured toward the crowd, and when he spoke, his stage voice was back. “Don’t you recognize tonight’s audience, my dear?”

You looked back out across the faces gathered in the tent. Immediately you realized these were not carnival workers, but locals. Looking closely, you recognized several of them. There was your family’s former maid, whom your father fired because she asked for a day off to visit her dying mother. There was the elderly couple who had to close down their little store because your father opened a much bigger one right across the street from them. There was your gardener, who after being a loyal employee for twenty years, begged your father to pay him just three days early so that he could afford treatment for his sick child. Your father refused, and the child ended up dying. 

What were these people doing here now? You looked back, and with a small voice that didn’t sound like your own, said, “Atsuhiro?”

He strode over to the glass box and tossed the lid back on its hinges. You watched him, so stunned you couldn’t move. Then he gathered you into his arms, picking you up like a bride, and threw you into the box. Your brain still wasn’t processing what was happening. You looked up at him as he stood over the box. 

“Atsu-“

He slammed the lid shut, and secured a latch on the side. At that point your brain finally cleared enough for you to realize something terrible was happening. You clawed and hit against the glass, screaming, “Let me out! Why are you doing this?!”

Atsuhiro turned and retrieved something from a box. When he faced you again, you could see that he was holding a huge, dangerous looking metal saw. That’s also when you noticed the two slits in the glass, on either side of you, right at your abdomen, going from the lid down to the bottom. The full horror of the situation finally clicked into place. 

But he couldn’t do this, could he? It had to be some sort of sick joke, some attempt to frighten you. As he approached the glass box, you looked him in the eyes. “Please, Atsuhiro, tell me this is a joke. There’s no way you would hurt me, right? Why would you?”

When he replied, he did so in a loud voice. “Looking out over this sea of people your father hurt, you really can’t think of a single reason why this is happening to you?”

You shook your head. “No! I don’t even know them that well! It was my father who hurt them, not me! I didn’t even notice them!”

Atsuhiro leaned down so that his face was close to the glass and said, “That, my dear, is exactly the problem. You were the only person who had any sort of influence over your father. You were the only person he would have listened to. But these people were beneath your notice. Did you ever say a single word in their defense? No, because you didn’t care what happened to them.”

Your eyes scanned the crowd again, your face stricken with horror. It was true. All of it was. But you didn’t deserve to die for that! You opened your mouth to say so, but Atsuhiro spoke again. “You’re also the only thing your father cares about, besides money of course. Utterly destroying you is the worst thing anyone could do to him.”

So this was about hurting your father? How long had this been planned? Had this all been a trick from the start? Tears streamed down your face as the cruelty of it all sank in. 

Then, Atsuhiro held up the saw for the audience to see. “And now for the grand finale, I will saw this lovely lady in half!”

He positioned the saw at the slit in the glass, then shoved it in. You yelped, trying to squirm away, but the saw hadn’t reached you yet, and the box was too small for you to move around in. Then he lowered his hand, and the saw along with it, until you could feel the cold metal teeth resting against your body. 

You banged on the glass and yelled, “Please don’t do this! Please don’t hurt me! Atsuhiro!”

Then, in one strong, vicious motion, he ripped the saw back out the slit, dragging it across your body. That first motion cut your dress, and the top layer of skin, apart. You screamed and thrashed wildly, blood splattering the inside of the box and dripping from the saw on the outside. Before you could fully comprehend the pain, he shoved the saw back in, and began a rhythm of sawing back and forth, in and out, each time digging the metal teeth deeper into your fresh wounds. 

You screamed like an animal, most of it incomprehensible, but occasionally forming words like, “It hurts!” and, “Please stop!”

The pain was unimaginable, agony upon agony, blood spraying the glass and even splashing on Atsuhiro’s clothes and face when he dragged the saw out each time. At some point his mask fell off while he was sawing, and you saw his eyes. As you slipped into merciful death, blood pouring out of your mouth, your last conscious thought was, “Why do you look so pained when you’re the one killing me?”

****

It was an hour after that final show, after your death, when Atsuhiro was sitting on an overturned crate outside his tent, looking up at the stars. The fire dancer Touya walked over and stood beside him. 

“It’s all been arranged,” Touya said. “Her father will find the pieces of her on his doorstep in the morning, after we’re gone. Dozens of locals will give eye witness accounts of seeing her leave the carnival grounds early, alone.”

Atsuhiro didn’t look at him, but said, “Thanks.”  

Touya watched him for a while, then sighed and said, “What’s with you? It’s not like this is the first time you’ve fucked a target. That pussy must have been incredible.”

Atsuhiro leaned back against a pole holding up the tent. “It wasn’t that. I mean don’t get me wrong, it was incredible, but that’s not the issue.”

“Then what is?”

Atsuhiro finally met the fire dancer’s gaze. “I almost let her go. I almost backed out. That second night, she told me she liked the ‘regular me’ better than my stage persona. And when she smiled at me, she looked like the sun. But then that pompous asshole of a father had to show up and remind me why I was doing this. And I watched her, to see what she would do. She stood by while her father raged at a poor starving child for getting free popcorn, and said nothing. That’s when I knew the townspeople were right about her.” 

Touya shrugged. “So your idea of justice was served. Too late to regret it now.”

“Yeah, too late,” Atsuhiro replied, looking down at the blood that still stained his hands. 

[jayburdxx]

18+ shigaraki drabble, MDNI

dom tomura pressing his tiny, meek little s/o into the matress, fucking them senseless. they're covered in bruises and they've cum countless times already, their little hole sore from the abuse and hot tears rolling down their red cheeks. tomura wipes them away with his thumb, hushing them and telling them how good they're being for him.

tomura pressing his hand against their neck, one finger lifted, carefully restricting their airflow til their vision goes spotty. hand around their neck to remind them that they're his. that he's in control here. the other hand grips their thigh, holding one leg over his shoulder to bury his cock into their core impossibly deeper. their little hole so hot and tight, it's like he's taking their innocence, corrupting them all over again.

when his mouth isn't on their lips, it's exploring the rest of them while he fucks them dumb. leaving dark hickeys, bite marks, licks and kisses all across their flesh, making sure to leave some places they can't hide easily. he wants everyone to know they belong to him. he wants to show them off proudly. he wants to see their hopelessly flustered face when they're around the others and desperately trying to cover the marks he left.

tomura feels like a predator with a fresh catch. a wolf, devouring a rabbit. his quiet, skittish s/o reminds him so much of a little bunny. their cries and moans and mewls and squeals resembling that of a small mammal in the jaws of a ravenous beast. but unlike a wolf or a beast with their prey, he'd never hurt a hair on his s/o's pretty head.

just when his little darling is on the verge of breaking, tomura's thick cock trobs inside of their sensitive walls, causing them to cum one more time with a weak cry. he stops, fully sheathed inside as he fills them to the point of overflowing with his hot, thick cum. he stays hilted inside of them, twitching, panting, petting their head while the seed that can't fit inside of them coats their already sticky thighs. tomura mutters small curses and praises that make them feel warm.

he stays inside until he's soft, part of him never wanting to move again. to just bask in the comforting feeling of his darling wrapped around his cock, looking so pretty underneath him. eventually, he pulls out, a flood of cum coming with it. he cuddles beside them and wraps a protective arm around their small frame. and with his s/o in his arms, leaking his seed, all fucked out and drifting off, he's happy.

[headintheclouds-posts]

I’m literally obsessed with him….18+. MDNI

I can just imagine the way his hips would roll into you, pounding your soft flesh. He would definitely be a whiner, spewing pretty nonsense from his chapped lips and loud exhales as you tighten around his tip. Shigaraki is obsessed with you, obsessed with the way your skin feels on his finger tips and the way your back arches off the bed, allowing his mouth to attach to your hardened nipple. There’s also no doubt in my mind that he has stamina, all those built up feelings residing in his body means he can go for hours, touching, sucking and fucking you until your body is a sweaty shaking mess.

Afterwards he shows you a great deal of love, he’s not the type to be that physical with someone he doesn’t care about, so he will hold you close and rub his nose against yours before pecking sweet butterfly kisses to your face, lulling you into a calming sleep.

[takeomisbitch]

Just Breathe

Kinktober day 11 Dabi x Fem!Reader

Word count:684

Tags:NSFW,Modern AU, Breathe play, Tattooed!Dabi (only arms), degrading, manhandling

Synopsis:You and Dabi try out a kink of his that you always been caution about but now seems like the perfect for you to yes

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Dabi always wanted to try breath play with you, the idea of him controlling your breathing as he fucks you oblivious. 

“Y/N where are you?” Dabi shouts his voice low and raspy, he walks into the living room to see you on the couch bundled up with two blankets and some random halloween movie playing. “In here,” you mumble, never taking your eyes off the movie. 

Dabi walks in the living room shirtless and in grey sweatpants, he sits next to you on the couch with his tattoos on full display. He watches you as you watch the movie, your eyes glued to the screen as Dabi runs his calloused hand up and down your back, “May I help you.” Pausing the movie you look at your boyfriend with a smile on your face as he looks at you with a smirk. 

“Baby, ‘member that thing we talked about a couple weeks ago,” he asks scooting a bit closer to you “We talk about a lot of things, be more specific.” Giggling at him you fix the blanket so it lays on the both of you moving your head to fall on his shoulders as he speaks, “The kink I wanted to try with you but you said to wait, I wanna try it today” looking up at him as the words leave his mouth you recall the conversation you had with him. 

“Y/N I want to try breath play with you, it would be so fun baby,” Dabi whispers into your ear, his hands on your waist and his head resting on your shoulder, “Ask me again later I’m not ready yet.” 

Lifting your head from his shoulder you turn to face him properly as the words that are going to come out of your mouth you need to make sure he can hear you well. “Yes I’ll try it with you,” you throw the blanket off of you and Dabi, the blanket falling to the floor, as you reach for your shirt and pulling it off. 

“Slow down baby, I’m right here.” Dabi chuckles, grabbing you by the neck, squeezing it just a bit and pulling you to his lap, “No pants baby,” he looks down to your lap seeing your cute underwear. “What a slut you were hoping for this huh,” he teases you knowing that you get so wet from him degrading you. 

Your breath hitches as Dabi squeezes your neck a bit harder probably leaving a bruise behind, “Want me to fuck this slutty cunt Y/N,” Dabi leans in to kiss your lips making your lungs burn with passion as your breath gets taking away. 

Dabi takes his hand from your throat as he continues to kiss you, until you pull away panting as your lungs feel cold, “You like it Y/N?” 

“Mhm” nodding your head as you continue to catch your breath, “Good.” Dabi pulls his hard cock from its restraints, his cock slaps against his stomach then stands up tall and proud, his tip leaking pebbles of pre-cum. He moves your panties to the side shoving his dick into your dripping hole with no warning, “Dabi” you yelp as his cock thrusts up into, the feeling of pain and pleasure fills your core. 

Dabi fixes himself with your face into his shoulders as his hands grips your waist, “Dabi do it again,” you motion him to your neck as you look at his eyes, “Of course,” Dabi grabs your neck once again squeezing hard enough to for you to turn a shade darker. Dabi’s cock thrust up into your cunt the sound of wet squelching noises fills the living room, “Fuck you feel so good,” his groans makes you squeeze around his cock your pussy spasming as you cum on his cock. 

“Shit baby you came already,” shocked by your early orgasm Dabi cums from your cunt compulsing around him, Dabi continues to fuck up into your hole his hand keaving your neck as his cum leaks from your hole and onto his pants. “Feel so good I can’t stop baby,” “Then don’t.”  

©Bella2023

[hwaitham]

𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓻𝔂 𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚

hatori sohma x f!reader. nsfw — mdni. established relationship ﾉ soff' sex ﾉ reader is rather clingy :3 ﾉ praise + sweet hatori + u're both so in love with each other n' this whole thing is so cheesy n' prosy um ! ! ! ﾉ the sohma curse hasn't been broken yet in this fic ﾉ vry slight infantilization ﾉ petnames ﾉ foreplay heavy ﾉ finger sucking bcos ! ! oooo ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა

you are tired, tired. you are very tired.

even with your eyes closed and head laying in a pool of moonlight, you cannot find it within yourself to sleep.

because he is not here—your hatori. it’s hard to fall into a peaceful slumber without being wished a goodnight by him; you must be tucked in, fluffy quilt pulled up to your chin and his thumb smoothing over the lift of your cheeks before your eyelids are kissed so you’re blessed with nothing but the sweetest dreams of you and him.

alas, he isn’t here. so you do what you can when you’re cold and alone in his bed; through heavy half-blinks, you watch the snowfall outside the bedroom window, dusting the branches of the old oak tree in the garden and piling up on the sill. 

you’ll have to ask hatori when he comes home whether he would join you in playing in it tomorrow, building a snowman like you did two winters ago when he confessed his love for you.

(you placed his stethoscope around the neck of packed snow, his glasses over the pebbled eyes, pulled him out of his office by the sleeve of his doctor’s coat—hatori, doesn't this snowman look like you? he'd realized it seemingly doesn’t take much for him to fall.)

you smile thinking of that time, dream of all the times to come, happy and sad and everything in between. you wait and wait some more, and just as the throbbing in your chest starts to become a bit too unbearable, the smells of tobacco and mint begin to shroud your senses until all can feel is the fluttering breeze of calming fingertips breathe occasional kisses on your spine.

the sudden heat that cuts through the frigid air surrounding you rattles you awake, sends goosebumps down your legs and flushes your limbs full of light—it fills the gaping hole in your heart, the one that aches for him, the one that can only be healed by him.

“hatori?”  

before the heels of your palms can find your eyes to scrub out the sleep from them, they’re taken a hold of by a larger hand—pruned fingertips squeezing gently, soothingly down on your wrist. “i’m here.”

“you’re here,” you whisper, smile drowsily when you hear your lover’s voice over the hot shell of your ear, his words followed by a lingering kiss.

“go back to sleep, dear.”

“uh huh…” 

you’re too tired to tell him you weren’t exactly sleeping in the first place.

disregarding his qualms, you blindly feel around for him, shuffling through the sheets and pillows until you find his shoulders—strong and broad and honey-hued as he sits before you with his torso bare, silk pyjamas hanging low on his hips. 

“i missed you…”

you do everything you can but embrace him, pull him down to the bed, cling to his bicep and rub your nose along the handsome vein of his neck, feel him up entirely beneath your greedy paws. hatori is lean and defined with layers of taut muscle, but you notice he’s starting to get a bit soft around the waist; there’s the tiniest bit of fat you’re able to pinch between your thumb and index finger, and you can only giggle to yourself at the fact. 

you’re feeding me well.

it’s told to you silently in his barely-there smile pressed against the tresses of your hair that scatter over a pillow. when he inhales a breath, his nostrils fill with juniper and aquatic accord. 

you smell like him. 

you must have sprayed his cologne onto the sheets.

“missed you s’much.”

hatori laughs wistfully, shakes his head when you whine, nuzzle your forehead over his cheek in that endearing puppy-like way you do. “you missed me so much? i was only gone a few hours.”

you hum idly, sleep quickly overtaking you now that your lover is in your hold. as much of it as he can be in, at least. 

his body is warm, gently warm. not searing; rather faintly, something like the moon—not distant or far away, but a soft glow. light full of memory and promise and it’s beautiful. it’s the light of the celestial body that shines brightest in your sky, and it’s in every brush of his fingers over your skin, every strand of hair that tickles your nose where he creates a corner in heaven just for you.

your hands curl into the silky onyx that sweep over the nape of his neck—it’s the slightest bit damp, you notice; pearls of water from the snowflakes that have melted over his skin. with one deep inhale from where your face hides in the shallow space between his neck and shoulder, you smell your body wash on him through his musk, and your lips stretch into a lazy smile. 

it’s a feminine, delectably sugary scent, but hatori doesn’t care. 

he doesn’t think there’s anything in this world that drives such a primal part of him than the fact that you two smell like each other, that anyone can smell you on him—him on you, and that from it they will know you belong to each other.

“still feels like forever when you’re away from me,” it comes out as a quiet slur of words, one that hatori can barely hear from where you burrow as deep as you possibly can into his skin. he smiles wide at your sleepy thoughts, true thoughts; he loves when you get like this, clingy and needy and seemingly wanting him to melt into you and flow through your veins, as if feeling him skin-to-skin simply isn’t enough.

“forever, huh?”

“mhm,” you whisper, voice sweet and muffled and hinted with the most minuscule amount of coy innocence (he has no issue picking up on it) as you lean your chin on the sharp blade of his shoulder, hug his arm close to your chest in an attempt to soak up the silver-dewed warmth that radiates off him like a sponge until it saturates you fully. “i love you…”

“and i love you.” hatori lowers his face until it’s level with yours, easing you into submission with a graze of his mouth over your brow, your cheek, your jaw and finally your lips. his teasing ministrations don’t match his voice—breathless and full of yearning and hunger—almost like your assertions are enough to leave his lungs bereft of oxygen.

“but i love you more, i swear it!” with a petulant whine, you grapple at his pinky as if to make a promise on it, wrapping your fingers around the larger digit and shaking it around with as much strength as your sleep-laden self can muster.

“oh, you child.” 

he blushes deeply, heart beating in double time at the endearing, rather infantile way you seem to act with him when you’re all worn down from the labours of your afternoon and in need of him, his touch, his love.

then you’re wrapping your legs around a sinewy thigh, kneading your balled fists weakly into his traps, and then he’s grabbing your sea horse plushie to stuff in the steadily closing gap between your chests, lest he turn into one himself when he inevitably gets lost in the throes of intimacy that creep up his spine. “careful, now…”

“love you more than anything, hatori.” 

and it’s the way you say it—so sincerely, like you’re feeding him a piece of your soul, like you know just your heart alone will leave him unsatiated—that makes the moon no longer shine. it makes him crack at the surface and burst into fragments of rock, diamond flares scattering like comets across the sky for the world to wish upon.

(but there’s really only one wish he would ever truly grant.)

“i mean it, and it’s true…”

you reach up to press a palm in the divot between his pecs, where his heart lays shielded beneath the ribs that you’ve squeezed your way through and built a home—for him and for you. the sudden onslaught of affection has him flushing with a tender heat, bottom lip pulled in between teeth and lilted up into a shy smile, cheeks tingling with gold. 

“‘tori… i wanna kiss…”

“just one, okay? and then straight back to bed.”

“mhm, just one, promise i’ll be good—wanna be good for you.” and that’s all it takes for hatori to be certain that one kiss is bound to become one thousand—the desperation in your voice and the legs that wrap around his thigh tighter and oh.

you’re soaked. 

he can feel the sticky dampness through the thick flannel of your pyjama pants, from the crotch where you try to rock your hips over his leg, from the insides of your thighs; you’re dripping slick down your legs and your knee slides along his clothed cock and his head spins, resolve falters.

so, hatori does the only thing he can do when he can’t calm his racing heart, and he kisses you without any reservations. 

every kiss to your lips feels like it’s the first— where adoration streams from your fingers as you dip them into the hollows of his clavicle, where he feels a lump just beneath that works its way up to his mouth and stuffs it full of cotton; it’s staggering when you cling to him like this, loving him so tenderly, feeding your heart to him pure and raw with a silver spoon.

“wan’ more…” you’re pleading against his lips as soon as he removes them from your own, gaze drawn to the string of spit that tethers him to you.

“whatever happened to ‘being good’?” your lover’s voice is dripping mirth; it’s low and teasing and gentle and it makes your chest burn with so much love; you swear you’d do anything for him, everything to keep him tangled up with you like this until the end of forever.

“just a couple more kisses, please? else i’ll die.”

and you’re looking up at him with these eyes—wobbly tears dewing on your lashes and pupils blown to the heavens and teeming with equal measures of love and lust—you’re looking up at him like he’s hand-painted each star in the sky, like he’s superlunary.

you really think you’d die without him. 

and you’re just so fucking cute begging for him like this, with your heart tangled in your throat as silent words bubble and spill over your pouty lips. even after all this time of being together, hatori doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the feeling of being so wanted, so cared for, so purely and innocently loved by you.

“well, i wouldn’t be a very good doctor if i let someone die on me, now, would i?”

“hatoriii…”

“shh, let me put you to sleep, my love.”

you nod and hum in admission, curling your fingers tighter into the plushie that joins you to him, shying into the wide neck of your—his—sleep shirt you have on when you hear the lilt in his voice; it’s soft, airy, dreamy, and he moves to hover over you before slipping two warm fingers into your pyjamas. 

his touch is so gentle, treating you like fine porcelain—and his touch is so slow, so cautious, like he’s afraid that you’re nothing but some figment of the imagination he’s lost to his childhood, the sweetest of fairytale dreams, one that he doesn’t ever want to wake up from.

he tugs the flannel past your hips, past your knees and calves and ankles, dancing his lips over your sensitive skin as he kisses the crenulated imprint left by the waistband, right atop the delicate satin trim and dainty bow of your now exposed panties.

sweet and pink and patterned with ditsy daisies, three layers of frills adorning each of the legholes.

it’s his favourite set that you own.

(you very well know of this fact.)

“naughty, naughty… were you planning this?,” hatori coos at you—darling girl, beautiful you. he noses along the outline of your puffy folds, swallowing a quiet growl when your scent invades all his senses, when he feels the arousal dribbling down the insides of your thigh cool and dampen his cheeks. “i suppose you really can’t fall asleep without a little assistance, hm?”

it’s not as if he expected anything less. 

he leans in to tap to your clit through the fabric, falling lightheaded at how it’s already so swollen, at how your cunt is already drooling, at how you’re already whining and whimpering so greedily, at how it’s all for him. 

looks like someone’s really been missing me. he tucks his fingers in the gusset of your panties to slip them to the side, exposing yourself to him. i know, baby, i know. webs of slick shine against the moonlight coming from outside the windowpane, and hatori’s throat tingles as he dips his tongue into your hole—tasting you, savouring you—saliva spilling over his teeth that he lets dribble out on top of your cunt. shh, it’s okay, ‘m here, gonna take real good care of you, alright? he finally gives your clit a sloppy kiss hello.

“‘tori, ‘s embarrassing—o-oh, hahhh…” the words tangle in your throat and dissipate into the cold air of the bedroom as you try to register how he speaks to you, to your sex. lewdly and unabashedly and coaxing and through the hazy cloud of lust that fills your mind you wonder whether hatori’s been reading his cousin’s rather… erotic novels out of your gaze.

because wherever did he learn to talk like that?

“just want to make you feel good,” he hums, moves back up so that he’s level with your face again and can kiss you, make you taste yourself on him. with his free hand not cradling the crown of your head, hatori clumsily tugs his pyjamas and briefs down to his knees, letting his swollen cock slap up against his abdomen before he takes a hold of it and glides it along your slit. “fuck, sweetheart…”

hatori is of mint and tobacco when he turns his head down and breathes over your lips to look at where his tip oozes hot pre over your sensitive nub, at where your weeping hole furls desperately around nothing; it’s a silent plea to feel him inside you.

“hatori, please—wanna—i-insiiide,” you whine and protest, sink your head deeper into your pillow and dig faint bruises into his biceps with your fingertips.

“patience,” he chides, and then he chuckles, low and hearty and dripping ardour and disbelief, for how did he attain the unattainable?

your smile, your heart, your flesh, a love so tangible that just feeling you against him in this capacity is enough to make him forget the nightmare of a curse he’d been born into, even if only for a brief moment.

his palm smoothes over your hair as he grinds his cock hard into your folds and your back arches off the bed instinctively, soft little sounds spewing from your lips that only serve to heat up the coil curling around his heart. “love you, love you, i love…”

he pacifies your babbles with lingering kisses over your neck, your sternum, your lips—and i love you—it drips like molasses over your tongue and settles into your lungs; you’re left choking on the pleas that come tumbling up your throat, legs itching to wrap around his waist and pull him closer, but you can’t. instead, you whine and writhe under him, voice pitchy and petulant. 

“want you, need you, please, please, hatori?”

the sounds you make are the prettiest on the earth, hatori is sure of this much. it makes him shiver almost uncontrollably, stokes the embers in his belly until he’s swallowed up in your flame of blue. 

“you—h-hah, c’mere, you—“

hatori devours you, staining your lips with his saliva, licking into your mouth and sucking on your tongue until the clash of teeth-on-teeth rings louder than your broken moans. and his love is heavy, your spine throbs at the weight, but it’s nothing short of comfortable. 

warm, and familiar—the hand that tethers to yours is the same hand that massages balm into your muscles after the day comes to a close, the mouth that lays hushed praise over your brow is the same mouth that makes you smile and laugh and cry tears of joy and pleasure; it’s the same mouth you feed your heart to.

“hatori!” you’re wailing out his name when his cock catches onto your neglected clit, a searing throb working its way up to the apex of your thighs that makes you scrabble at his chest, ignoring the plushie in between that separates you from him. “pretty please…”

it’s easy to get him to fold like this, in the way you plead him with such broken desperation, wilted like a flower. it’s easy when you look up at him like he’s some deity, tears threatening to spill over your lashes and brows strained with need. he hasn’t prepped you nearly as much as you need to be able to accommodate his size, but he’s almost convinced your greed is enough to make up for the lack of it. and so, he runs the leaking tip of his cock up and down your folds once, twice, three times—each stroke punctuated with a kiss to the swell of your breasts.

“it’s alright, sweetheart, shh. i’ve got you,” he huffs out a gruff expletive when he begins to stretch you out with the flushed head of his cock, your walls hungry as they clamp down around him. 

you feel the pain of his girth splitting you open as a dull ache, one that wraps around your tummy and inches down to your core—it’s a slow spreading fire, one you don’t even realize has a hold of you until hatori bottoms out and grinds his pubic bone down on your clit to dissolve the pain. 

your eyes flutter shut at the pleasure, jaw falling slack and saliva building at the tip of your tongue—everything feels so good like this: with the warmth radiating from his cock through your fluttering walls and you’re just so full of him and fuck, it’s perfect.

“hah—it’s a tight fit, isn’t it?” hatori’s voice is a gentle croon, low and handsome and silky and reassuring; the love he slathers you in has you sucking him in further, further, as deep as you think you’ve ever felt him.

“hatori, oh, god,” you hiccup on a sweet sob, voice stuffy as you bite down on your plushie and hitch your legs higher up on the sides of his waist, careful not to lock your ankles around him in an embrace. “s’deep—hic! p-please, need you to move…”

 “it’s okay, i’m not going anywhere.” he kisses your forehead and pushes into you languidly, almost lazy with his movements as he draws back and forth, back and forth. his rhythm is steady and his cock only barely leaves the sponge of your cervix before he buries himself deep again, so deep you swear you can feel him in your womb. 

words catch on the tip of your tongue and they spill as sweet mumbles. it’s cute; you’re so cute, with the tiny nods of your head, brows knit as you attempt to hold off on cumming prematurely, toes curling into the dimples at the bottom of his back and whimpering into your drool-soaked stuffed animal. 

and then he angles his thrusts that way— the way that has the head of his cock gliding over your g-spot until he can hear the lewd squelch, squelch, squelch that comes with his ministrations. it makes you squeal, kick your feet and squeeze your eyes shut impossibly tight from how good it feels.

“right there, hm?” hatori tosses his head back to exhale, making a sound where a curt laugh meets a shaky moan, before leaning down to gently knock his nose over yours.

“’t-tori…” it’s a struggle to open your eyes under the weight of sticky tears that cling to your lashes, but you manage to do so anyway, pushing his fringe out of his face with weak fingers and tucking strands of charcoal behind his ears to see all of him. 

he’s so beautiful, your hatori. 

and you think he sounds just as beautiful with those low, drawn-out moans that simmer off into garbled growls; these are the sounds that make your stomach pulse with the need for more, a warning that just a little more is all you need to unravel. they have you sinking into the bed, caged by his arms and broad frame, your walls moulding to the shape of him, flushing the skin of your entire body with the intensity of the warmth that comes with being so in love. 

“a-ah!” your whole body wracks with trembles when his thrusts turn from shallow to deep again, his leaky head swivelling against your cervix and, fuck, you’re already so close—with his thumb drawing lazy hearts over your clit and his strokes long and slow and angled so perfectly against the one spot that has you coating the base of his cock with thick cream.

“hatori, hatori, w-wanna—i wan’—”

your arms move up to drape over his shoulders, but hatori is quick to pin them down next to your head, painfully reminding you of what you don’t have—can’t have. “i know, f-fuck, i know, baby… one day, okay?” 

his head falls into your neck and he moans; it’s loud and erotic and your innocent begging makes his heart feel all gooey—soft and pliable as he spills it into your palms, as if it’s yours to keep, yours to hold, yours to treasure forever—and it is, because there’s no one else, will be no one else that can make him feel the way he does quite like you do. god, he loves you.

“o-okay,” you hiccup and sob, from pleasure and pain and the multitudes of emotions in between, you listen to him despite your heart screaming at you, because, “i just, just wanna be good for you, wanna be your everything, ‘tori!” 

you are, you’re so good to me, you’re perfect, i love you— he wants to say; you are my everything and i’d give you everything, i love you more than anything in this wretched world—he wants to tell you but he can’t because your timid admission knocks the air out of his lungs, and hatori thinks you don’t realize just how sweet you’re being to him, for him. 

and so, he kisses you, slowly and in time with the gentle rock of his hips, feeding you unspoken words that you digest and make a home of in the pit of your soul. it flushes your entire being with light, it collects and swirls around in your head until you find yourself in a haze, drunk on the heat that pulses through you with every grind of his cock into your cunt.  

everything is so hot, so cold—the sweat that drips down the backs of your thighs, the breath of your panting against the fingers hatori traces your lips with—everything is just so hot and cold and everything feels so good; you’re knocked out of the present world and somewhere in a haven of white and purple where all you can see, all you can feel is him. 

what you wouldn’t give to hold him just a little closer and stay like this forever. 

the two digits rubbing over the swell of your bottom lip to collect the spit that’s been sitting there is what brings you back down to earth, and you all but lick meekly at the tips, take both index and middle fingers into your mouth and suck like a good girl.

“you want my fingers?” he groans at the tiny little nods you give him, fresh tears arising that push old ones down your cheeks. his heart pounds wildly against the cage of his ribs. “needy little thing…”

hatori isn’t fucking you fast, but he’s fucking you good—so, so good that it drains all the thought from your head until all you can think about is him—the slow, deep strokes where the head of his cock firmly pokes and prods at the spot that makes you gush, the digits pressing down on your tongue that you drool over, the mindless praise that streams from his lips; precious, precious girl—fuck, you feel so tight—so good to me, aren’t you? my good girl.

his words feel like liquid moonlight— softy glowing, and sweet, and sincere, and you can’t help but drink up every last drop. it fills your tummy with some sort of orb of light, one that has your toes curling into the sheets and fingers wrapping around his forearm tighter; you pull him closer, closer, until the plushie between you digs into your ribs and his nose sweeps over yours with so much delicate affection and all you see and feel is him.

“h-hatori… in my tummy, f-feel you there, feel you everywhere.” 

“feel me right here, huh?” he draws his hips back, pulling out of you almost fully before pushing back, slowly, agonizingly—but it feels amazing, so amazing—the swollen head of his cock splitting you, tight against the silkiness of your walls, flush against the sponge of your cervix as he presses himself as deep as he can into you, pushing a palm gently down on your navel. “you want it in your tummy, don’t you? can’t sleep unless you’re full of it, i know…” 

it all becomes so much, too much, the wet slaps of his skin against yours, his words, his cockhead spilling pre over your walls and rubbing into the spots that have you stumbling over your breath. you cum without warning, crying out into the column of his neck like the little sweetheart of his that you are, fingers clutching at the thick strands of hair that curl around his neck, your cunt squeezing impossibly tight around him, like it loves him. 

and, oh, hatori feels it. the love, isolated and purified from the roots of your soul as you feed it to him on your tongue through mumbles and babbles of incoherent words. 

regardless, he knows what you mean.

the heat builds and builds and builds at his core, and then the coil fit to snap finally does. he shatters into silver specks as the rapid spasms of your cunt milk him dry—leave him starry-eyed and dizzy as he shoots rope after rope of thick cum into your womb, his cock twitching inside you from the aftershocks of a mind-blowing orgasm. 

“fuck, i love you—so much.” hatori huffs it out as a whine before he engulfs you in a bruising kiss, one that you’re almost positive is bound to leave a mark that will last until your next life, and the ones after that.

and it’s overwhelming, so overwhelming—the warmth of his seed oozing thick into you and the burn of the tingles that follow in the path of his touch—you think nothing else in this world and any other can make you feel quite the way he can. you’re certain of it.

“and you’re so pretty…” he continues to lay his praise on you, pressing his lips to your temple as he regains his bearings and looks down to your face.

spit-slicked lips and lazy blinks and slurred little iloveyous tumble from your mouth in half-whispers. even in your disarray you are nothing short of beautiful, other-worldly, hatori thinks. each slow flutter of your lashes is a sweep of the stars you dust into a pile of warmth at his feet; he curls his toes into them and kisses you and it flushes him with so much love, light, feelings he hadn't thought he'd ever be able to experience. he smoothes your hair down and moves to embrace your near sleeping frame—but then he remembers.

he’s reminded by the sweat-soaked plushie pressed against his chest and yours, reminded by how your arms lay free by the sides of your head, your ankles that don’t lock around his waist.

“look, ‘tori… ’s still snowing outside…” you yawn, avert his attention, nuzzle into his palm and point to the window, powdery snow finding rest on the sill, the moon’s light shining through and casting calm, steady falling shadows onto the two of you. “perhaps… we could… make...” you drift off before you have a chance to finish your question, and hatori smiles, endeared.

silly girl.

and then remembers. why he doesn’t resent the sohma curse, at least, not in the same capacity he once had. because he loves you like a child—freely, purely, without having to think.

and soon, soon, he’ll be able to hold you like a lover—he feels it in each passing day, his bond growing weaker, the rope snapping each individual thread at a time, thinning whenever he spares even the tiniest of glances at you and you call him by his name in that sweet, sweet voice of yours.

the owner of his glowing heart.

“yes, we should make a snowman tomorrow, dear.”

soon.