#tw:stalking

[dilftaroooo]

hii new anon🎀

ex-boyfriend gojo who has an obsession over you and has been following you around. you’ve “moved on” and invite a man to hookup but he just couldn’t make u cum. as soon as the guy leaves gojo comes over and fucks you dumb.

>.<

gojo being on the sidelines before coming in to finish the job is kinda crazy. i can imagine he followed u from the bar you were in before leaning near the door to your apartment. waiting for your hookup to leave.

★tags/tw: stalking + toxicity + bathtub sex + he fucks u with his clothes on while ur bathing + fem!reader w she/her pronouns + nipple play + unprotected sex + unsatisfied sex (with ur hookup) + ummm home invasion but not, really?? + idfk I'm not a judge + gojo kinda comes in unannounced + attempt at proofread bc im sleepy so some shit might look janky.

The small dicked fucker left as soon as he spurted over your abdomen, the runny substance cascades through the crease between the start of your thighs and the edge of your pussy, which, hasn't released a drop of arousal the whole night.

The man you hooked up with had to blow a glob of spit onto your folds before he'd rub a finger on your make-believe clit, 'Yeah, know you like that. You came to the right person, sweet thing'. Why did you even bring him over? He's not even doing this shit properly. You're sure he wouldn't know where your clit laid even if you made a map and pointed it out for him. If you're gonna be cocky at least do it right.

Your hot bath gave you more pleasure since it was the perfect ratio of water to bubbles. The white foam didn't completely submerge you and you took the time to let the liquid stray you from your mind while listening to the sound of bubbles crunching from around.

Apparently, smelling the medicinal aroma of eucalyptus must've blurred the taps of footsteps making their way into your apartment and into your master bathroom.

"There she is. Taking a bath already? Your one-time fling came here, what, not over ten minutes ago and left? I'm sure you had the night of your life." The mockery in the intruder's tone was evident with each word he spoke.

His hair was still the absence of color, resembling the white sheets stacked high at the corner of your room. His skin was pale and somewhat glossy with expensive moisturizer. Aqua spheres were decorated with flecks of adorable baby blue. He's buff, perhaps buffer than the last time you saw him. But most of everything was unchanged.

He squats next to your incredulous as well as vulnerable figure in the ivory porcelain of your bathtub.

"How'd you get in here?" You inquiry.

"It's no good to leave the keys to your apartment under that more than obvious vase next to your front door. It's corny and you can get robbed that way too." He takes a peek at nipples covered by a translucent blanket. The bubbles had disintegrated leaving you exposed from the lack of foam.

You forgot he knows about the key underneath your grandmother's vase. You're the one who told him about it and you silently wish you hadn't.

"Well, congratulations on committing a federal crime. Now leave, Satoru."

"Oh, but darling you trusted me enough to tell me about those keys so I'm doing nothing wrong. Now, enlighten me, did that guy make you come so hard that he had you seeing stars?"

The lukewarm water kisses your pores in an attempt to soothe your beating heart. The scent of your ex was still riddled with that same lustful scent of mint and cinnamon, a cologne that you remember gifting him for the sole reason of how arousing it was paired with taut muscles and blue eyes.

You felt like a needy omega, shaking in the comfort of your den as your eyes water at the sight of your alpha and cowering at the pheromones leaking off his body and into your awaiting nostrils. He smells so fucking good.

"I know you heard me, sugar plum." You won't forget how much he loved to jeer at you. He wanted to hear you admit how much of a bad fuck your hookup was and how he didn't even get you to come. How you wished it was Satoru that took his place and filled your achy cunt til his balls smack your ass.

You adjust your seating when a warm palm engulfs your cheek whole. Not a trace of your skin color reveals itself under Satoru's hand. He's big even when squatting down to your size. The scowl on your face juxtaposes the grin on Satoru's.

"That's none of your business. We're not together anymore. Stop riding my dick."

"Though I do love a good ride, I think it's you who wants to do the riding, sweetheart."

Fingers crawl over your neck, down to the tops of your breasts, and onto your perky nipples. He continues to tease you by drawing circles around them making you tremble with unadulterated desire.

"Am I wrong? You can't even look me in my eyes. Bet you're not even aware of how heavy you're breathing. Poor girl. He didn't give you what you wanted. Say it." It almost sounded commanding if not for the lithe of his voice

"Fuck, hah, fuck you, Satoru..." The man cheeses.

"Right now?"

"Shit, yes."

"Knew you’d come around."

His patience must've ran thin because he didn't even bother taking his clothes off. Only unzipping his flyer to pull out his aroused dick and fleshy balls before joining you in the now cold water.

You were still his pretty princess as you took him in deep into your cavern, the bath water that surrounded you sloshed with every dominant thrust Satoru pounded you with and you did nothing but moan the name of your supposed ex like a vintage record player.

"Was he able to reach that spot that you liked hit, baby?"

"Mm-mm." You muffled.

"And why is that, huh?" His cock has that cute upturn that repeatedly nudges at your slimy walls which encourages your arousal to spill and combine with the bath water. You were better off taking a shower.

"Because he wasn't you." Your words came out in increments as he beats your pussy raw. The sound of almost every syllable slurred like a drunken man's tongue.

"That's it. You got it now, darling. You still missed me, didn’t you?" The fabric of his clothes is now soaked due to his stubbornness but there was no room for complaints when cotton and denim cling to jutting muscles. The pink of his areolas revealed itself under wet clothes. His nipples were as hard as yours. “Let me show you how it’s done.”

[semisgroupie]

oct 3rd: gojo satoru

gojo satoru x fem. reader

wc: 3.3k

warnings: yandere, size kink, stalking, creepy satoru, public sex, fingering (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms (f!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, slight dumbification, satoru is OBSESSED with you, photo taking, hints at violence, bribery, breaking and entering, panty stealing, mention of naoya x fem. reader but it’s very brief

synopsis: having a one night stand with who you think is some random guy in the club might not always be the best idea

Breakups were tough, you absolutely hated them but what you hated most was the numb feeling you felt the weeks following the breakup.

The numbness that would just consume you and leave you walking around like an empty carcass until you found something to fill you. That something always was a night filled with alcohol and sweaty dancing then ended with a quick fuck from the hottest guy you could find at the club. It was something that you’ve gotten used to especially with your most recent ex, dealing with three breakups before you two officially decided that this breakup would be the last time. You definitely needed to find a new way to cope with breakups but until you could find a new method, this one would work just fine.

You shimmied yourself in a new skin tight dress you bought just for tonight and grabbed your clutch purse and made your way out the door. There was a new nightclub that opened up a couple streets from your apartment and it would be a new scene for you, maybe even a new beginning but you weren’t hoping for that much.

You maneuvered your way through the sweaty and drunk bodies that were pressed against each other on the dance floor, pushing away any creeps that tried to cop a feel. When you finally made it to the bar you let out an exaggeratedly loud sigh before ordering your drink. Once you had the martini glass in hand you turned to look at everyone, trying to scout out who you’d let take you home tonight. Before you could really look through the crowd someone immediately caught your eye. He was moving through the crowd, his white hair and beautiful eyes were like pristine crystal orbs, just captivating you as he moved closer and closer. The closer he got the bigger he became too.

Your breath hitched in your throat as he moved to stand next to you, making you look so small next to him. He ordered his drink and you had to fight the urge to press your thighs together and whimper. God, what wasn’t attractive about him? His voice had a deep timbre with the perfect rasp, he even smelled good too, slightly sweet with a tinge of spice.

As he turned slightly you immediately shifted your gaze away from him, not wanting to get caught staring at him like he’s the first man you’ve ever seen.

“You know it’s rude to stare at someone right?” He leaned down to whisper by your ear, hints of mint mixed with alcohol in his breath. Your cheeks burned as if you had a million sun rays inside them. You took a sip of your drink to try to calm down before turning to him.

“Maybe you’ve had a few too many drinks, I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” He laughed and shook his head, it was the poorest retort you’ve ever come up with and he obviously saw right through it.

“Yeah sure, I’m Satoru by the way.” He stuck his hand out and your eyes widened as you placed your hand in his, if he decided to close his fist your hand would no longer be visible. He took your hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss against your knuckles before releasing your hand. “And your name?”

“Y/N.”

He smiled and nodded, “beautiful name for the most beautiful woman I’ve seen.” The comment was one of the corniest ones you’ve heard in your adult life but it still caused the blood to rush to your cheeks. Hearing a compliment like that from an Adonis like him no matter how cheesy it was, would fluster you.

The rest of the night was spent with you two drinking at the bar, dancing and led you two to the position where you two were now, against one of the few empty spaces of one of the walls in the club making out. His lips were soft and you could taste the liquor he had off his tongue. His large hands pinned your hips against his, rocking you against him hard enough for you to feel how his cock twitched. To say you were getting wet was an understatement, you were practically dripping down your thighs at this point. Your mind was clouded with lust and you had half a mind to just pull him into one of the bathrooms to finally get what you wanted most. But, you had some class so bathroom sex was off the table unless he initiated it.

He broke the kiss and leaned down to your ear, slightly panting which made your arousal pool even more. “How about we get out of here and head to my place? It’s a couple minute walk, if you could wait that long.” You could hear the smirk grow on his lips before he pulled away so you could see it for yourself.

“Lead the way.” You shouted over the music and he took your hand in his and made his way to the exit. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your clit was throbbing. You needed him badly and by the way he was practically pushing his way through the crowd, he needed you just as badly. You let out a small sigh once the fresh air hit your face, hopefully that would be able to cool your overheated body off. You glanced over at Satoru, finally seeing him in better lighting and your heart started pounding faster. He was insanely attractive, perfectly chiseled and you couldn’t doubt that he worked out with the way his shirt clung to his muscles. He glanced back at you, the smirk still on his face. “What did I tell you about staring, darling? Or do I have to teach you some manners?”

A small whimper left your lips and you broke your gaze, transfixing it to your shoes as you continued walking with him. “S-sorry.” A meek apology was all that could leave you until you two reached his building. It was a luxury building and your eyes widened at the sight of it. He led you inside and walked past the security desk to the elevators. “This is a really beautiful building, the rent must be really expensive.”

He chuckles and shrugs as he presses the button to the elevator. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.” Your eyes widened a bit, this place was extremely expensive, you couldn’t even afford to live in the storage closet with the salary you made. You wanted to ask about his work but all thoughts were brushed aside when the elevator came and he led you inside. Once the door closed he swiped his key card, pressed the button to the top floor, pinned you against the wall and kissed you deeply, almost bruising as his tongue explored your mouth. His fingers slid up your thigh and grazed the hem of your dress before moving up higher to drag his finger along your clothed slit. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me already. Do you always get this wet when a stranger kisses you?” He kissed you again before you could even answer and pulled your panties to the side so he could slip two fingers inside you.

Only if you could really comprehend the falsity in just the word stranger. He was by no means a stranger and you weren’t one to him, he knew who you were for almost a year now but you never met him formally. He has been waiting for the right moment to strike but you always got distracted by some random drunk at the club or your incompetent boyfriend. Only if your guard wasn’t always down when you were out and about, then you would’ve recognized him from the chill that would run down your spine when you were out with your best friend or running around doing errands. He couldn’t forget the first time he saw you, he was new to the neighborhood and was dragged to one of the most popular clubs in the neighborhood by one of his friends, he didn’t want to go but the second he saw you walk through the crowd and thoughts of leaving quickly flew out the window. He was instantly enamored by you but just as quickly as you walked past him, you walked out clinging onto the arm of some random guy.

His blood boiled at the sight, no guy deserved to be in your presence, let alone touch you. So, he went out to follow you and the guy, he kept a reasonable distance between you two and that was when he learned where you lived. The following weeks he learned your frequent spots, where you worked and your routine. Still you were clueless to the eyes on you, the footsteps that followed yours every corner you turned. There were some moments when you felt you were being watched so when you turned around with your keys in hand to see nothing, you just continued on your way. Little did you know he just turned to hide in between some buildings or crouched his large frame behind some garbage cans.

He also learned about your boyfriend, Naoya or nincompoop, same thing to him. The guy was a massive asshole but no matter what he did to you, you always came running back to him so Satoru decided to end your relationship for good. It was easy, just a threat and a little bribe and that was it. But he did feel guilty when he saw the breakup go down, you looked so hurt, so broken and he wanted nothing more than to go to you and put the pieces of your broken heart back together. But he couldn’t, just not yet. He still had some business to handle before he could swoop in and be your superman. After dealing with your past one night stands and your now ex boyfriend he had to get himself ready for you. The main thing was to get rid of all the pictures he took of you and get rid of any clothes stained with the blood of said past one night stands and your ex boyfriend, they weren’t too injured but they knew not to go near you ever again and knew not to go to the police.

Call him old fashioned but he had some polaroid pictures of you stored in his bedside drawer along with some panties he snagged from your apartment. He needed to warn you about leaving your spare key in such an obvious place but that was a problem for another day. He’s had this day planned for months and now he could finally execute it, he knew after one night with him he could snag you in his trap to make sure you were his and only his and if that wasn’t enough to convince you then he had his methods but he was sure his plan would work. It was foolproof.

His fingers pumped inside you at a leisurely pace while you whimpered and moaned against his lips. He wanted to take you right then and there but just as he moved his hand to undo his belt the elevator stopped at the top floor. The doors opened to reveal his penthouse apartment. He slipped his fingers out of you and moved his hands to the backs of your thighs, “jump.” You hooked your arms around his neck and jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist as you met his lips again. He walked inside and kissed you back deeply. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass as he ground your hips against his. He moved back slightly, panting against your lips, “where do you want me to fuck you? Or should I choose?”

You could barely think, let alone make a decision, “you choose, I just need you to fuck me.” He chuckled and crashed his lips back against yours as he made his way to the balcony. Why not make your first time with him memorable? Plus, he had it planned anyway. He walked out with you and dropped you onto the couch, he moved between your legs and hiked your dress up ‘accidentally’ ripping it in the process then moved down to your panties, ripping those off you and tossing them to the side. He had more for you tucked away in a special drawer anyways. Once they hit the ground he spread your legs and dropped his head down, latching onto your clit and sucking harshly. Your eyes widened and a gasp of his name left your lips. He ravaged you like a man starved and you were in complete euphoria. His mouth licked all over where you needed him most and before you knew it you were crying out his name as your orgasm washed over you but he didn’t stop. His tongue kept running over your folds, cleaning any traces of your orgasm off of you as he moved to rip another one right out of you.

You moved your hands down to try to push his head away, it was pleasurable but it was too much for you in one sitting. “S-Satoru please, fuck I’m too sensitive.” He pulled off and placed his palm over your cunt, gently rubbing into it. His lips, cheeks and chin were soaked in your juices, his pink tongue poked out to clean his lips and he chuckled. “Sorry beautiful but I haven’t had enough. Just let me do as I please and then I’ll fuck you. All you need to do is feel good for me, okay?” He moved his hand away and kitten licked your clit before pressing a kiss to it. “Okay.” You couldn’t deny him and you couldn’t deny yourself, he was someone you needed to fill the void during a time like this. Someone who could make your mind turn to mush and make you forget about everything in the world.

After two more orgasms you couldn’t even think of anything but his name. If it wasn’t for him spelling his name out on your cunt then you probably would’ve forgotten that too. He pulled away from your swollen cunt and moved to undo his pants, he quickly got rid of them and his boxers, showing you his cock. Your eyes widened at the sight, even in your already fucked out state you couldn’t deny that his cock was one of the biggest you’ve seen in a long time. Hell, it was probably the biggest you’ve had.

His tongue clicking against his teeth pulled you out of your trance and you looked up to meet his eyes, now darkened with lust. “And here I thought I warned you enough about staring. It’s not a polite thing to do but I’ll let it slide for now.” He dropped down a bit and hooked your legs around his waist with one hand while the other hooked around the deep neckline of your dress and yanked it down, the thin spaghetti straps snapping from the sheer force. “Oops, didn’t realize how strong I was.” He winked at you and before you could wrack your brain around a possible response he slammed his cock into you. The stretch alone making you cum around his cock, making this your fourth orgasm of the night. “Hm, how many was that now? Three? No, it was four. Hm, I’ll make you six times before I fill you with my cum.”

Without warning he snapped his hips into yours and started pounding into you. You couldn’t even question whether he meant that he was going to make you cum two more times to make it six or if he was going to make you cum six more times on his cock but you prayed to whatever god out there that it was the former, you didn’t know if you could handle ten orgasms. Your ex would only bring you to two orgasms before it was over and when you were alone the most you could bring yourself to was three, maybe four on a good day before you were out of it. But with the way the night was going, you began to think that it would be the latter rather than the former and as his hips continued drilling into yours. After each orgasm he pulled you into different positions, on all fours, on top, in a full nelson so you could see his cock drilling into you, he bent you over the couch and bent you in half in a piledriver so you could feel him even deeper before he lifted you and made you hold onto the railing of the balcony as he pounded into you. You could barely hold yourself and your throat was growing hoarse from all the screaming you’ve been doing.

His hand snaked around your hip and went down to rub your swollen clit, “just cum for me once more, you can do it for me baby.” Your legs shook and if it weren’t for his tight grip on you then you’re sure you would’ve fell, “Satoru! Satoru fuck!” He groaned and continued thrusting into you, “cry my name out louder, let everyone in this fucking town know who’s making you feel like this. Cry it louder.” He snapped his hips into yours harder, each time you screamed out his name. He needed to hold himself back just a little more, just one more orgasm for you and then he’ll fill you up. He could finally mark you as his, finally keep you as his. He wouldn’t need to fight anyone off, he wouldn’t need to resort to any desperate measures to keep guys away from you. He wouldn’t need to bribe the police and doctors to keep the random attacks hidden from the public. All his work wouldn’t be for nothing, he’ll finally have you.

He’ll finally have you.

It took a few more thrusts for you to cum all over his cock which instantly triggered his own orgasm. He dropped his head down and bit down on your neck as his hips continued moving, thrusting all his cum inside you. His arms moved up and wrapped around you tightly when your grip on the railing finally let up. “I got you. I got you.” He pulled out and scooped you into his arms, you were limp in his hold but still had a fucked out smile on your face. He leaned down to kiss you, whether you reciprocated it now meant nothing, the first time your lips met sealed your fate. There was no escape now, you were his and his alone.

“S-Satoru?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as he walked back inside the penthouse to his bedroom. “Yes beautiful?”

“Where have you been all my life? If I met you sooner so much would be different.” He didn’t know what caused those words to fall from your lips, maybe it was all the orgasms and the booze, maybe you actually meant it but it still made his heart swirl in his chest.

“I’ve been around all the time, you just didn’t notice me.” He set you down on his bed and removed the rest of your dress in exchange for one of his shirts. God you looked so beautiful, one picture wouldn’t hurt. Instead of his handy disposable, he took out his phone and snapped a few pictures of you. He changed into pajama pants and laid down behind you, pulling you to his chest. “All mine, you’re all mine now.” This was the start of your forever with Satoru, you wouldn’t need anyone or anything else but him and he’ll make sure of it.

He’ll do anything for you, love knows no bounds and neither does he. Maybe he’ll have to dig back in his bribery stash but that wasn’t important now, now he had you and that was all he needed and it would be all you need.

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[kingkatsuki]

Bakugou is completely obsessed with you, but he’s not ready to let you go. Based on this.

Warnings: 18+, yandere kinda themes, obsessive love, stalking, harassment.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.5k.

Bakugou Katsuki was like the dream man— A guy that every girl wishes she could have. Driven, successful and drop dead gorgeous. Of course you’d said yes when he asked you to dinner, why wouldn’t you?

But you got to see a side of Bakugou Katsuki that no one else saw, a side reserved just for you.

You could say that he fell hard and fast, barely two months in he was asking you to move in with him. An excuse that it made no sense for you to keep commuting to visit him after work, your conflicting schedules already made it difficult to juggle your work and home life balance. Plus, you’d save on rent— which had been something plaguing you for the past year when your landlord decided to increase the cost at short notice, forcing you to take on extra hours to try and make ends meet.

It seemed like the perfect solution, and you couldn’t have been happier.

Until you weren’t.

The proposal had come as a surprise, a hopeful look in his eyes as he held a ring box out to you on the couch one evening. A gleaming diamond sat securely in a silver band as he asked you the question— ignoring all the alarm bells ringing in your head at the fact that it had barely been three months as you said yes.

Over the months that you’d been dating you began to notice the silent possession that Bakugou seemed to have on you. The increasing amount of texts asking where you were or what you were doing, who you were with. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen your best friends, the last time you’d seen your family.

“I’m lookin’ after you though, ain’t I?” Bakugou would always say whenever you talked about going to see them or spend time with them.

“I just like you being here when I come home,” He nods, pressing buttons on the microwave to warm the food you’d prepared for him, “Let’s me know that you’re safe.”

Safe. That’s what Bakugou would always say whenever he checked up on you, the same thing he’d say whenever you’d tell him you were thinking about going out with your friends.

But it’s too much, it’s suffocating the way that even when you’re out with his friends he keeps you attached to his hip.

His friends would explain the reason why he’s like this. The worry and fear he has of losing you because of who he is. The number of powerful villains and criminals that would be out to take everything from him in a second, the horrible depraved people out there who would do the most deplorable things to you.

But little did you know, Bakugou was the worst of them all.

His insecurities made it difficult to ever reassure him that you’d never leave him, that you’d never break up with him. Feeing him words of love and affirmation while he’d hold you tighter, burying his face into your shoulder as he mumbled out pleas to “never leave me,” and “you’re mine forever”. Words that you’d longed to hear when you first got together, but now they just made you feel numb.

“I thought we were spending time together tonight?” He’d asked when he saw you at the door toeing your heels on, “We haven’t seen each other all week.”

“I saw you this morning, silly.” You smile at him with glossed lips, “I’ll only be a few hours.”

“But I planned the whole evening,” He rasped, “Even made your favourite.”

“I can warm it up when I get home,” You smiled.

“Come on, baby. You can be thirty minutes late, right?” And he gave you that look you always seemed to fall for.

The same one that had you bent over the kitchen counter as he pounded into you from behind, smearing your red lipstick across your cheeks as he pulled your face back for a sloppy kiss. The tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each rough thrust as he spilled his spend into your trembling cunt. Feeling it trickle down your thighs as he pulled out, fingertips pushing it back inside you messily. Glancing at the clock on the wall you knew you’d have no time to make it out now, especially with your outfit and makeup ruined. Letting Bakugou undress you gently as he pulled his oversized hoodie over your head, “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s just go to bed.”

He’d taken it surprisingly well the first time you’d told him you needed space, a break. Sitting at the foot of your shared bed while you packed a bag, deciding that you’d stay with Mina for a few nights before seeing how you felt after. Even offering to drive you to her apartment as he placed the bag in the boot of his car.

But it wasn’t even two hours later that he was texting you again.

Bakugou[8.56PM]: I hope you settled in okay.

Bakugou[8.58PM]: I miss you.

Bakugou[8.59PM]: I love you, baby.

Bakugou[9.05PM]: When do you think you’ll be coming home?

You blocked his number that night, trying to give yourself the space you needed to breathe. But it wasn’t long before Bakugou was banging on the front door, demanding to see you and make sure that you were safe. Escorted away by an apologetic Kirishima as you were finally left alone for the night.

In the days after that, you finally feel what it’s like to breathe again. Going out with friends you hadn’t spoken to in months, even just going shopping on your own. Strolling through the park and finding a peaceful bench to read your book as you seemingly found yourself again.

But little did you know that you weren’t really alone. Bakugou always seemed to run into you. Even when he was supposed to be in meetings, or on patrol he always managed to find out exactly where you were in the city.

He’d seen red one evening when you’d been out for drinks with your friends and had seen your friends boyfriend helping you carry some drinks from the bar. Sparking palms shoving him away from you as glasses crashed to the floor, pining him against a wall by his neck as you begged and pleaded for Bakugou to let him go.

“I thought he was bothering you, baby.” His eyes soften when he turns to you, reaching out to hold you as you step back, noticing the pained expression on his face, “You know I’d never hurt you, right? Right…”

The next morning you applied for a restraining order. Thinking this would be what it would take to give you the space you needed, but that piece of paper didn’t stop him.

The messages from burner phones continued to come through at all hours of the day, begging and pleading to talk to him. Telling you how much he missed you, needed you.

Bakugou[2.01AM]: Why have you stopped wearing your ring?

The words had your blood running cold, because you’d only decided to stop wearing it the previous day— and there was no way for him to know that you were no longer wearing it unless he’d seen you.

The same unknown numbers would send lewd selfies that you’d shared with Bakugou back to you, giving you a constant fear that he’d shared them online and posted them for everyone to see. But luckily for you, he was so obsessed that he wouldn’t let anyone else see what he deemed as his.

He wasn’t ready to let you go, and he wouldn’t.

Sending you gifts to your workplace, full of sickly sweet messages of love and longing. Telling you how much he missed you and how much he needed to see you.

Trying to rebuild your life was worse, though. Because who would be brave enough to date Dynamight’s ex-girlfriend, ex-fiancé. Especially when the Pro was very clearly still in love with you.

Any man brave enough to try would get messages and threats directly from the Pro-Hero, or visits to their places of work. He’d even had one high-profile businessman fired from his position because he’d seen him commenting on one of your photographs on Instagram.

The final nail in the coffin was articles plastered all over the national tabloids that spoke about your abusive relationship, stories that would definitely have an impact on Dynamight’s hero ranking. “Dynamight’s ex-girlfriend gets restraining order on the volatile hero. Is it time we strip him of his license?”

But Dynamight didn’t have one of the best PR teams in the world for nothing. The rebuttals and official statements that came out after were drafted to put all the blame on you, calling you a creepy obsessive fangirl who was only interested in taking his money. And there were even tweets about you from the official Dynamight account, posts you could tell Bakugou hadn’t made himself. Learning that much in the short time you’d been dating him.

“He just misses you, that’s all.” Kirishima gave you a small smile as you sat across from him in a quaint coffee shop.

“Then why is he letting them post all this shit about me? Why won’t he just tell the truth.”

You could tell that his friend was torn between his love for his best friend, and his worry for you.

“It’s not him, it’s his team. They’re trying to save his ranking, the annual draw is next month.” Kirishima took a sip of his coffee, “He just misses you a lot.”

“I just don’t know if I love him anymore,” You mumble.

[akutashi]

Stranger Things Have Happened in The Night time {Demon!Akutagawa}

Tags: 18+ MDNI, mentions of death and illness (due to Akutagawa’s lung disease), stalking, mentions of Akutagawa being possessive, a quick mention of Hell, Demon fucking, pet names (princess), masturbation/unknowingly being watched while masturbating, hints of dacryphilia, Ability usage during sex/bondage (Akutagawa using Rashomon to tie reader up), choking, unprotected sex/creampie, over stimulation

WC: 2,013

He watches. Watches over Yokohama at night, silently jumping from rooftop to rooftop. A normal routine for Akutagawa, once patrolling this area often as a member of the Port Mafia, but now he used it as a sense of comfort, this was as normal as it could get for him now.

He’s lost track of time. Months, maybe even years—he wasn’t quite sure honestly how long it’s been since his passing. Vague blurry visions of Gin, weeping over her own brother’s body as his illness took the best of him. Akutagawa was a fighter, always has been, but the one thing he could never fight and win against was his declining health, his lungs just barely producing enough oxygen as he struggled to take in his final breaths. It comes and goes in small pieces, pieces of that day quickly flash in his mind as he tries to make it all make sense, to get some sort of his humanity back. The feeling of harsh crackling embers flying off a source of heat, touching and searing his skin as his breath slowly started to fade, the day that Rashomon completely merged with him, in an attempt to keep Akutagawa alive so it too could continue on. It felt like the worst kind of sickness, both the heat of the pain yet the shivering ice that filled his veins as Rashomon entered into his body. The dark tendrils of Rashomon enveloped his body, wrapping around him like a mummy as he became completely covered by the being. A damned creature to walk the earth—black and red lines spiraling around his body like a snake with its prey. A breath of fresh air, he felt stronger, faster—he felt on top of the world. After that he disbanded from the Port Mafia, choosing to leave in the night and leaving no form of contact. He had a grip on how to control his powers, one could say that him and Rashomon were even almost in perfect sync with one another. This however, he had no idea what this would mean for him and the instability scared him deep down.

He broke out of his daze after making it to the next rooftop. Catching sight of someone sitting by the ledge, curious, he crept up closer, a previous trained assassin, how to get close without ringing any alarms, this he remembered. "Y'know if you're going to creep up on someone you could be a little less obvious about it." The person spoke up, turning their head to face him. He stopped in his tracks, caught off guard by being caught. "The way you're sitting right now, it's vulnerable you shouldn’t have your back to me, what if I was here to kill you?" Weird, It's been too long he had almost forgotten the sound of his own voice. “If you were, we wouldn’t be talking right now would we? You already had your chance and you didn’t take it.” He heard a laugh, like they were pointing out the obvious. “Fair enough.” He huffed. Getting up, you introduced yourself, smile on your face as he introduced himself as well.

It’s become like clockwork to see you, another daily occurrence in Akutagawa’s routine. Him patrolling the rooftops, you in your same spot on the roof ledge watching the city, it was monotonous. He would never admit it but he felt different whenever he saw you. A weird feeling would form within him before you came into view, hopeful that he would find you in your same spot every time, and you never disappointed. You were someone who didn’t just treat him as a former fellow Port Mafia member, or someone who looked at him in fear, recognizing him from one of the many wanted posters plastered around town, nor did this new form of his ever once instill fear within you. His new start gave him this opportunity and it was oddly refreshing. While your roof hangouts were slowly becoming the highlight of his day, deep down he began to crave more. While social interaction made itself scarce for him in his Port Mafia days, it was still better than this life of solitude he came to know. Akutagawa has become possessive of you—call it a side effect of merging with something as animalistic as Rashomon, but he’s become restless when he isn’t with you. You’re his curse in this new life, thoughts of you consuming him constantly when away from you.

He's silently vowed to protect you, he was going to make sure no one hurt you, no one should dare touch you as long as he's around. He thought as he made the decision to follow you home one night. He could watch, make sure no one hurt you on your way home or try to break into your house while you were sleeping. The lights trickled through your curtains into the night outside. The curtains parted just enough for him to be able to watch you. Unsuspecting you, going about your nightly routine; mindlessly scrolling through your phone, changing into your pajamas. Akutagawa watched, like a child entranced at the television screen as you moved around your room preparing for the night.

You laid in your bed, staring up at the ceiling silently, most likely lost in your thoughts. Suddenly, your hand slid into your pants, spreading your legs slightly for yourself as you rubbed small circles with your fingers, closing your eyes. His eyes widened, suddenly realizing what was occurring only a few feet in front of him. He felt guilty—guilty that he was witnessing such a private moment without your knowledge.

Picking up the pace your mouth fell open. Your closed window created a barrier, one that hindered Akutagawa from hearing those beautiful moans falling from your mouth in your current state of bliss, leaving it up to his wandering imagination to how you sounded right now. He wondered if you were close, the way your mouth hung open, back arching and hand moving at a rapid pace. He felt something growing in the pit of his stomach, a raging desire that he’s never felt before. He felt like time was frozen, nothing else existing in the moment except for him and you.

Your eyes fluttered open, eyes hazy, gazing out your window like you knew he was there, sure that someone was watching you like the first night you two met. Your eyes widened as you saw the familiar figure looming in the darkness. “Akutagawa?” Your voice was shaky but he sensed no sign of anger towards him in your tone. He inched closer, the light of your room allowing him to come into full view. “Have you been watching me this whole time?” Calm and collected, if he didn’t know any better he would think the events that just happened were a figment of his imagination. “I just wanted to make sure you got home safe, I got carried away, I’m sorry.” You gesture to tell him to come in, and he does, like some weird force that pulls him in, he’s bending over to climb through your window without a second thought. Closing your window and facing him he’s already made himself comfortable on the edge of your bed. You sat next to him, staring at him as silence filled the room.

“Y’know as a child you’re wary of monsters under your bed but you’re never warned about the demon watching over you” You teased, trying to fill the deafening silence and make light of the situation. He turned to look at you, doubts suddenly filling his mind as he realized how idiotic his actions were, it was impossible for a human like you could ever care for him.

You saw the sadness in his eyes, a vulnerability you never witnessed in your time spent with him. "Ryunosuke." Your voice was soft, loving and filled with concern as you tenderly placed a hand on his shoulder.

You placed a kiss to his lips, softer than Akutagawa could have ever imagined. He kissed back, a sudden wave of confidence washing over him and reminding him why he came here in the first place. He flipped you over, laying you on your back. He looked down at you, your eyes filled with want as you stared back up at him. He felt almighty on top of you. Like he traveled to the depths of hell and awoke more of his powers than he could have ever dreamed of. He slides himself into you, forcing all of his length in at once. It’s uncomfortable at first, he’s large and he’s hitting as deep inside of you as he can. He’s still as he feels you contract around him, trying to accommodate his length.

“Tell me, who do you think about when you touch yourself?” His voice a growl in your ear, causing you to whimper. "You, Ryunosuke, I've thought about you every time since we've met." The admission causing you to attempt to hide your face in embarrassment. He’s rutting into you, stretching you open with every loud slap heard echoing through your room. “Late at night all alone, and you imagine me fucking you like this? How sinful.” He laughs, it’s light and filled with mockery. He snaps his hips, one deep long thrust and every inch of him is filling you again as you let out a cry, tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes.

Buzzing fills the air, like an electric current running its course as the red light illuminates off of his body. Sudden black spirals jut out of his body causing your eyes to widen, never having witnessed his power in person. It wraps around your body without a second thought, binding your wrists together as well as wrapping around your neck. It feels weird against your skin, almost like an itchy wool sweater. “Please, too much.” You’re begging, little pathetic whines forming in your throat and Akutagawa thinks that it’s one of the most beautiful sounds that he’s ever heard. “Too much? but you haven’t even cum yet my princess, what happened to you touching yourself to the thought of me?” You clench at his words, tightening around him as the tiniest set of tears build up and slowly fall down your cheeks. Your hands helplessly maneuvering around in an attempt to free them. It's not long until you feel that familiar feeling starting to build up inside of you. It wasn't hard for you to reach this point, your walls convulsing violently as Akutagawa continues to plunge his entire length into you. You feel perfect around him, the way you can take him entirely, the way you tighten around him and squeeze him just right. It's enough to make him release inside of you.

He shows no sign of slowing down, his thrusts still matching the pace he's set, his stamina shows no sign of depleting and you wonder how many rounds he can go. Demons can't get tired from something like this, can they? He's determined to claim you, mark you as his forever. His cum is leaking out of you with every thrust, you can feel it leak down your thigh every time he's pulling out of you. You're sore, breathing shallow, head heavy and ears ringing. At this point it's instinct, a second nature as you involuntarily tighten around him again. He’s so desperate and rough, everything’s shaking as the headboard of the bed slams against the wall. It's enough to send him over the edge again, releasing inside of you and you feel full. You whimper as he pulls out of you, feeling empty without him filling you up. He admires the amount of his essence coating his cock and how much is leaking out of your hole. He feels satisfied, it's enough for now, he thinks as he affirms that this should be enough to make you his. He voices this concern aloud, making sure you're aware of this, aware that you are now his and only his.

[solarchaotica]

Miles and Kalani!!

Kalani belongs to @hurrl

Honestly just, be careful who you try and stalk. The tables can turn pretty quickly

[angrytreemarten]

TW: Mentions of stalking, unseen/unnamed voices (schizophrenia?), mentions of being followed/chased, talked to by a stranger while you’re asleep, etc

(Slightly disturbing)

Upper-Class Yandere

You were walking home from the market with your groceries.

‘One foot in front of the other’

There’s nobody on the street except an old man with a cigarette in his mouth.

‘Just keep running’

You just want to get home to get the cheese and milk into the fridge before they go bad.

‘Don’t let them catch you’

You set the bags on the table. You put the milk and cheese in the fridge, and put the bread in the pantry.

‘It doesn’t matter how tired you are’

You decide to take a nap.

‘You need to run’

You move over to the couch and lie down.

‘They are right behind you’

You close your eyes and drift off into a fitful sleep.

You close your eyes too soon to see the flash of red light and the few wisps of red smoke appear next to you, or hear the words whispered to you as you fell asleep…

“Goodnight, my sweet Y/N.”

Section one done ✌️

Working on more parts soon

[psycho-yandere]

Yes i condone violence ♡ Yes I condone him stabbing him because he looked at your love ♡ Yes I condone her stabbing her because they talked to your love ♡ Yes I condone stalking and kidnapping ♡ Yes I condone all Yandere actions ♡ You're Valid ♡

[elektra-world]

STARPUNCH DEEP DIVE PART 1

Trigger Warnings: blackmail, abuse (physical, verbal, emotional, sa), victim-blaming, sponsors, drugs and alcohol, gaslighting, stalking. It's really dark and nasty stuff so don't read below if you're sensitive to these things. It's kind of long so...yeah. Love you all please stay safe, happy, and healthy. 💞

There was a lot going on behind the scenes of the entertainment company that many fans did not know. Heck, even their own artists and some of their own staff were completely unaware of the happenings behind the scenes. A select small few worked very hard to cover these things up which is why much of it has been tucked away in a dark, slimy corner for all these years.

All of it began in 2012 after the untimely death of Starpunches co-founder, Ho Sangook, who had been ill for quite some time. He was a good man with a good heart and would be absolutely disgusted at what became of what he had considered his pride and joy. Upon realizing what little time he had left, the company was then passed down to his son and only child - the current CEO, Ho Beomseok, with Sangooks niece and former idol Kang Yuri being promoted to the chief operating officer, which was one step below CEO.

The cousins had their differences both in personality and work ethic: Mr. Ho had a lot to prove and was very strict and power-hungry. His cousin Ms. Kang was very organized, thoughtful, and considerate. She had also been close to her Uncle, given that her own father had abandoned her family when she was very young. She shared a lot in common with him regarding how to run things and both had always made it a priority to look out for their staff and clients.

Unfortunately, it was not enough to land her the CEO position. Senior Ho respected ranks and was optimistic about letting his only child take over the family business, working hard to train him over the years and confident he would respect his wishes upon his passing.

That did not happen.

At first, things were not TOO bad for the aspiring idols and staff. Of course, as the company grew and their first-ever group QVENTURE became one of the most popular idol groups in KPOP, things began to change over time.

It was "harmless" at first (typical things you'd find in a lot of entertainment companies) with no dating, dieting restrictions, and bi-weekly weigh-ins.

As the company grew, things became a bit more strict. Schedules were heavily enforced and if trainees were late or did not perform well, they were often made to practice even longer and if they weren't seen as "special", often times they were left to walk back to the dorms late by themselves.

When a trainee began to show promise, that is when things got darker. CEO Ho wanted as much control over them as he could get so he began monitoring them more and "extracting" information from them (getting them to open up and talk too much, their eagerness often leading to them revealing something personal) that he could use to extort and blackmail if need be.

Things started to become physical and verbal once QVENTURES scandals began to rock the boat and there were plans to debut another group was beginning to take shape. When the group ended up going on hiatus, things got really rocky.

DIVIN3 was slowly being formed and the girls were immediately overworked to the bones. Often passing out due to exhaustion. They rarely ever slept between schooling (for the then younger members), their schedules, and extra classes (language, performance, variety).

DIVIN3's original manager had been there with them since their trainee days and was very close and viewed the girls as his daughters and took good care of them. Sadly, he was blackmailed into leaving and the girls were told he had to go back home to care for his sick mother. Even to this day, they don't know the true details.

The company had begun to struggle a bit due to QVENTURE being inactive and their other clients either not resigning their contracts or needing to go on hiatus. CEO Ho became very irate realizing he didn’t have control over everybody and it was becoming an issue.

The company, in general, started to suffer financially so they turned to some...rather dark and disgusting means of gaining financial stability. That included sponsors that trainees and artists were forced to "entertain". Sometimes in "harmless" ways such as karaoke nights, drinking, and dinner dates before it turned much more sinister the more influential the sponsors became.

The trainee dorms had been fit with cameras in the main rooms (kitchen, living room, entrance) where the trainees were monitored often. 

Manager Park often drove recklessly with the girls in the vehicle. He even caused a minor fender-bender but the company managed to cover it up. He was often spotted berating and threatening to slap trainees in the hallways despite not being in charge of them. He was also on twitter under an antonymous account leaking company information and trash talking the girls. He was very explosive and impatient and you can look back on the groups old vlogs and see how uncomfortable they are around him.

In part 2, we will get a much deeper look into some of what specific artists and trainees had to deal with. It gets pretty wild and nasty.

[smilessssss]

𝕱𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊

Tw:Stalking, obsessive and possessive behavior, mentions of killing/blood

You always felt like you were being watched. Even in your own home you didn’t feel safe. Ever since the boogeyman of haddonfield got out of the asylum he was put in. Murders were happening almost everyday.

You never wanted to leave your house because of it. Not wanting to be the victim of the boogeyman, the days you do leave is when you need to get groceries or hangout in your backyard to get some sun. Your friends are worried about you saying that you’re being too paranoid. Which you didn’t see why that was a bad thing in this situation.

But that changed all in one night.

While you sleeping one night, you could hear something break. Like a window being broken or maybe the door..?

Groggily you got up to go check it out. Not feeling fear just yet since you just woke up. It slowly hit you as you walked down the hallway that someone broke into your house. Your heartbeat began to speed up, it felt like it got explode any moment now.

Once you gotten at the bottom of the stairs. You looked around trying to see who broken in. Seeing nothing you run over to the kitchen, grabbing a knife from the knife holder. You did this out of paranoia and worry that someone was still in the house.

Gripping the knife til your knuckles turned white. Walking through the kitchen until you felt a bit safer. Which ended quickly.

When you felt a hand cover your mouth. Panicking you kick at the person behind you, but that availed to nothing. Since the person doesn’t flinch, instead they bring their free hand to harshly grab your wrists in one grab. Making you drop the knife.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you squirmed around trying to wiggle out of their grip. Suddenly you get pushed to the nearest wall. Finally getting a good like at the person, your heart stops. Your body becoming stiff.

There he was the boogeyman or Michael Myers..

Holding the wall to make sure you don’t fall. Tears dripping down your face as he walks closer to you. Picking up the knife you dropped.

Once he got closer he brought the knife up to your face. Slowly dragging it across your cheek. Causing a cut, not a deep one but one deep enough to bleed. Whimpering as he stared you down.

After a minute of awkward silence, he puts the knife away into his pocket. Then walks away through the back door where he broke in from.

Your left there a shivering and crying mess as you slip down the wall. Your legs feeling like jelly. Covering your cut with your hand, crying until you passed out.

Michael had been stalking you for a while after he saw walking alone one night. He had broken in a couple of times just to watch you sleep. He liked that. He’d play with your hair, and caress your skin.

Anytime you went out, he would either follow you or stay in your home. Taking in the layout. Remembering each creak in each floor board. Taking in your scent (weird-)

Slowly becoming obsessed with everything you did. Now it just adds on to his sickly obsession knowing that you fear him. And how he can easily show himself to you now.

[rzyraffek]

HI! Can you write headcanons with yandere Harry Warden with a significant other (the reader) who is also a yandere?? Like they're both so obsessed with each other and yeah!! You can use any pronouns, I prefer they/them and she/her mostly tho! also I hope you're having a good night/day

Omg yasss, goodday to you to anon, will use they/them pronouns! Request open! Tw:stalking but mostly chill

Yandere Harry with Yandere s/o

I think harry is more into "youre mine, you gonna sit here looking pretty doing youre stuff while imma commit mass murder on poeple that looked at you today cya<3" while s/o is more like "love me, notice me ect ect"

Imagine this funny scenario: s/o stalking harry while harry stalks her. They both will be so confused, like "why is he just standing there?? Im sure Hes waiting for some hoe" while he is like "??? Why are they just sitting there?? Im sure their waiting for some dude? Pf next one to kill"

They will become couple when Harry gives her Valentine, he meant to send it as a threat so they wont be with any other person but she was kinda into it? Someyhing like: omg😳so he does love me🥰 i need to tell him!

He will be very suprised to just see them wandering in mines, at first hes like 😈its morbin time, imma kindap her🥰 but when they hug him and say stuff like "omg I love you too dummy omg lets move out together!!" He will not only freeze but He will also fall in love even more!

Hes very happy! He was ready to kindnap s/o and force them to love him, but they love him back!!! Yay

He likes when they get jelous especially if they are yandere aswell! You guys dont need anyone else to be happy and you both arent getting into many arguments :D

They give off very funny vibe "lets go out together! So eveyone will know that we are in love and to make everyone else jelous!" While his like "I commited 6 fellonies today also no, because im scared"

"Call me msWarden cuz youre the only man i'll ever need😎" *harry explodes*

Harry needs love, and he is very needy, every attencion they give him is soo gooood and he remembers every time they told him something good

They are power couple, u mess with one of them? Get ready for stalking, doxing, maybe blackmailing, death of close person and ur death later

Harry is a boomer he doenst understand memes

[alexander-arcturus-black-lupin]

Ghostface!Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

TW:Stalking, Breaking and entering, bandages, insert of foreign deadly material into privates, somnophilia, dacraephilia, Non-con, dubious con, Con-Non-con (at sm point i hope), bondage, knife play, rape kink, possessive!Spencer, murder threats, kinda forced bj, Creampie, degradation, dvp, use of an aphrodisiac, recording and picture taking, BWC ig,(Idk what else BUT BRACE YOURSELF)

TW: lwk rlly bad at writing positions lol but who's gonna stop me bon appetite and enjoy <3

You woke up and you were in heat.

That was the only way you could explain it.

What else would cause you to clench your thighs, hump the pillow you were supposed to be sleeping on. The man you'd gotten used to was peacefully sleeping behind you.

Or atleast that's what you thought.

Oh no this man was wide awake listening and feeling every movement you made. He had slipped in a little something to your dinner today, he watched as you tried to find a release.

He closed his eyes and shifted closer to you wrapping his arm around you. You stiffened before letting him pull you to him. He put his face in the crook of your neck nuzzling in.

"You okay?" He mumbled sleepingly. Convincingly. You nodded softly.

"Yeah," your voice coming in a whisper.

"You sure?" He knew you were lying, the heat coming off your body, how you were rubbing your thighs together, how you still slowly humping your second pillow.

To even tease you even more he turned you around so you could face him. Then he slyly put his legs between your thighs right on you.

He wrapped his arms around you properly and kept you close, in a hugging position. You sighed into him and closed your eyes tighter trying to sleep.

However the aphrodisiac he slipped you was something strong.

Spencer left small small innocent kisses on your neck. You felt your skin get hotter and hotter against his. Spencer wanted to laugh, you were so bad at hiding things.

You softly started to grind on his leg, so slowly he barely felt it, but he did and he knew. Your breathing became heavier and silent sigh left your lips at the brief release.

He chuckled as your moans started to get louder.

"I can hear you," he said as he turned you over his knee grinding into you. "God you're so pretty a mess, my mess"

Taglist: @controversialkattyluv @bunny-script @futuremrsreid @nan0p0d @andomgcholesterol

[the-last-f2p]

Yandere promts day 1

1.“I’ve always been watching you, beloved”

Featuring: Kaedehara Kazuha

A/N:And so we are back to yandere promts

TW:Stalking

You were not scared of Kazuha you were just deeply unsettled by the way he would stare at you whenever you were near him. Kazuha seemed like a nice person but you just couldn't get behind the way he would blush and smile and stare an unblinking stare. Directed right at you.

This was not the only time you had someone watching you of course this one was just a mere hunch. You had felt someone watching you ever since you met Kazuha especially in the night. It got so bad that you couldn't sleep and had to lie in your bed until you passed out.

This of course made Kazuha deeply worried. You, his beloved , his life , his darling had to that because of the paranioa that someone was stalking you. He was even entertaing the thought of just flat out telling you that he was the one who was watching you. I mean it was for your saftey so you wouldn't mind right? Well you probably would. So he had to find a way to fix this as soon as possible.

This was your exact thought as well. To bad you were to first one to find a soloution first.

It was another night and this time you decided to keep the window open to lure in your stalker. And hell yeah did it work. You see Kazuha got worried when he saw that your window was wide open so he was just going to close it. But he saw an opportunity and took it he needed to find the reason of your insomnia and fix it so this was his best shot.

So he walked right up to your 'sleeping' form to see what was wrong but when you opened your eyes at sound of footsteps and saw Kazuha. So you said something

"So you're the one who's been watching me?" “I’ve always been watching you, beloved.” He laughed

"Now tell me why you're not sleeping."

You were not scared of Kazuha, you were horrified of what he was capable of doing to you . And definintly something bad was going to happen if you said or did the wrong thing.

[semisgroupie]

ALWAYS YOURS, ALWAYS MINE

toxic ex!semi eita x fem. reader

wc: 4.7 (I don’t know what got into me)

warnings: yandere, stalking, VERY toxic behavior, unprotected sex, creampie, dubcon, manipulation, biting, noncon recording, noncon filming, possessiveness, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), drugging, aphrodisiac use, fingering (f!receiving), semi is very delusional (but so hot), snowballing, cum eating

synopsis: you just need to get it through your head, you’ll never get rid of him

Dating Semi might have been the biggest mistake of your life. You can only say that now because when you first got together, everything seemed perfect.

It really was the perfect relationship by your definition. He paid attention to every single thing you liked, remembered important dates that you told him, showered you with more than enough love and affection. Maybe all of that was what made you blind to what his true nature was. Maybe you were mystified by the idea of dating a famous rock star. He took you to his private studio sessions and let you in on the secret process of making his music. Even dedicated and wrote a few lines in a song that were for you. That was what really reeled you in.

But like a fish caught on a hook, you were roughly yanked to the surface. Forced to face the reality of the situation you were in.

After six months of dating it was like a flip was switched. The sweet and kind man you knew was no longer there. Everything felt cold whenever he was around, like he was a walking snowstorm blowing in your direction. Whenever you planned out dates with him, he somehow always ‘forgot’ or something always came up last minute that pulled him away. His kisses weren’t a frequent occurrence and the pet names he gave you were never used. Whenever you spoke about your day or just wanted to make small conversation, he just brushed it off and seemed completely uninterested in whatever you wanted to talk about. It hurt you but somehow you found the strength to continue to push through it.

You finally reached your last straw on your one year anniversary. You had called the restaurant two months in advance to make a reservation and Semi was aware of your plan. He even gave you the name of the restaurant and was even in the same room as you when you made the call. When the night finally came, you waited in the restaurant alone for an hour and a half. Every call you made to him went straight to voicemail, every text was left unread and you were frustrated and completely embarrassed. After a few more minutes passed, you went back to the apartment you shared with him, then about thirty minutes later, he came home and reeked of alcohol. Seeing him in that state made you extremely furious.

“Baby,” he slurred as he wobbled towards you, “what’s the matter? Why do you look so upset?” He opened his arms to pull you in and you pushed him away, the anger and frustration from everything that has happened in the last few months boiled to the surface. “What do you think? I bet you don’t even know what day it is.” You were met with a confused look on his face. “It’s our fucking anniversary. I was at the restaurant alone for almost two hours, do you know how humiliating that was? And now you’re here, completely drunk. I’m done, I’m done with this, I’m done with the coldness from you, if I’m going to be alone in this relationship then I might as well be single. It’s over.”

Your words quickly sobered him up and as you moved away from him he reached over to grab your wrist. “You can’t leave, I love you, we love each other. Just give me another chance and I’ll make it up to you.” You pulled your hand from his grip and shook your head, “I gave you chance after chance and all you did was fuck up again and again. I can’t keep doing this. I’m going to pack a bag and then later on in the week I’ll pick up the rest of my things. Maybe you can be useful for once and move whatever I leave behind in some bags or boxes.”

He followed you to your shared bedroom and watched you pack your things in shock. He definitely wouldn’t win the award for boyfriend of the year but he didn’t treat you that badly, or so he thought. He tried to convince you to not leave, making more empty promises to try to make you stay but you didn’t bother to listen to any of it. As you shoved whatever else could fit in the duffel bag, he made his way over to you and placed his hand over one of yours. “You’ll change your mind about this. You’ll realize that no one could treat you and love you the way I do. You’ll see it for yourself soon enough.” You looked into his eyes as he spoke and you saw something dark swirling in them. You pulled your hand away from him and adjusted the bag over your shoulder. “Have a good life, Eita.”

It had been three months since you ended things with Semi. The first month was difficult to get through but after a lot of tears and snacks, you were able to push through everything. You blocked his number and blocked him on all social media you had him on and he became a thought of the past. There were still moments where you thought about him and the good moments but you didn’t dwell on those thoughts for too long. It would just sink you back into the abyss you worked so hard to climb out of.

Other things in your life got better. You got a promotion and a raise at work, it gave you more responsibilities but you were thankful that it was able to keep your mind busy. You were able to go out and have some more girls nights with your friends. But most importantly, you started to gain more confidence in yourself and after a lot of convincing from your closest friend, you started to put yourself out there. You recently made a dating profile and spent the first night scrolling through and swiping through the profiles.

You got a lot of creeps and weirdos but then you met someone interesting. After a few days of talking to him, you decided to set up a date for some drinks and dinner. You were looking forward to it but you were also extremely nervous. It was the first date you’ve been on since ending things with Semi.

Only if you knew that he’d make a surprise appearance.

You planned to meet at a local restaurant and you slipped on a dress that hugged your curves and put on some heels. You walked through the front door and made your way over to the hostess. “Hello, I have a reservation for two under the name ‘Tobio Kageyama’.” She looked through the names and nodded, “I’ll lead you to your table now, I have to say, he is very handsome.” You smoothed out your dress and followed behind her, looking around as your heels clicked and clacked along the floor. Your nerves started shooting through the roof as you got closer to the table and saw a mess of ashy blonde hair.

From all the pictures you saw, Tobio had jet black hair. But as you got closer you recognized who it was. You approached the table and the mystery man stood, “you look absolutely beautiful, come sit.” You were in complete shock to see Semi there in Tobio’s place. How the hell could he have known that you were going to be here with another man? He placed a gentle hand on your wrist and helped move you along to the empty seat and helped you sit down. Your mind was racing as he sat back down and the hostess left. “I already ordered some drinks, I got your favorite.”

You grabbed the glass of water that was already placed there and downed its contents. You couldn’t believe he was here. You didn’t even tell any of your friends about this date, it was just between you and Tobio. “You look nervous, my love. What’s wrong? Aren’t you surprised to see me? I would’ve expected at least a smile or something different than just a look of fear.” You shook your head and set the glass down, “how did you find out about my date tonight, Eita? What happened to Tobio?”

Your questions just received laughter in response. You started to grow more irritated by the second. “Eita. Answer my questions.” He combed his fingers through his hair and leaned back against his chair. “I’ve been keeping an eye on you since you walked out on me, my love. I just had to take some extra measures to make sure you’d be safe and I mean come on, who else would do something like this for you? Do you know how much money I had to pay someone to give me access to your phone and all your social media profiles? And do you know how nervous I was when I saw you made a dating profile? You can’t just go out and meet strangers you’ve spoken to online, what if you met some creep?”

You were taken aback by his words and scoffed, “the only creep I’ve seen lately is you. I didn’t walk out on you, I broke up with you. You’re insane.” You put your hands on the table to stand and he quickly moved one hand over the table to grip one of your wrists, you looked at him and saw the darkness swirling in his eyes. “What you’re going to do is sit back down and listen to what I have to say. We don’t want to make a scene in this quiet little restaurant now, right?” You chewed on your bottom lip and sat back down, pulling your wrist from his grip once you were seated. “Then speak.”

He chuckled at your harsh tone and looked over as the waiter brought over your drinks then waved them off. “What’s with the harsh tone? I would understand if I cheated on you, all I did was miss one little anniversary dinner and you want to throw everything away.” He spoke so lightly as if you were the one that was overreacting. You took a sip of your drink and narrowed your eyes at him. “It was more than just the anniversary. We didn’t go on any dates anymore, we didn’t spend time with each other, I couldn’t even talk to you about my day.” He sighed and shook his head, “enough of living in the past. Those were all mistakes I made, what do you want? Want me to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness? I can do that if you’d like.”

You scoffed and shook your head, you couldn’t believe him. How could he become so inconsiderate of your feelings? You stood up again and moved your hand away when he tried to reach for it, “I’m going to the restroom, maybe that’ll give you some time to become less of an ass.” He leaned back against his seat and watched as you turned the corner to where the restrooms were located. He didn’t expect you to be like that, he genuinely thought you would be happy or at least show a different emotion on your face. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a little baggy, inside were two small pills and he reached in to take one of them out. “I hate that I have to do this to you but at desperate times.” He mumbled to himself and dropped the pill in your drink, he watched it fizz for a few seconds before it settled. Thankfully for him, it settled just in time because you were walking back.

Once you sat down he combed his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry, we got off on the wrong foot,” your expression told him all he needed to know and he continued, “I’m really sorry for how I treated you when we were together. You were the best thing that I had and I fucked it up. I tried to reach out to you for a second chance but you blocked me and that messed with my head. I just want to take this time to try to repair things, what do you say?” He looked into your eyes as you grabbed your drink and brought it to your lips to take a few sips. You set the glass down and shrugged, “fine. I don’t even know why I’m agreeing to this but I’ll give you this one chance. But get this through your head now, this isn’t a date and this doesn’t make me forget about what you put me through. Got it?” He smiled and took a sip of his drink, “yes ma’am.”

Everything was going according to his plan.

As time passed you continued to sip at your drink but the more alcohol that filled your system, the weirder you felt. You couldn’t put your finger on it but it felt like you were put in a heater. But you continued to try to push past it, trying to ignore it as you and Semi spoke. As time passed, the feeling in your body continued to intensify, it came to the point that you could no longer ignore it. To add onto the burning there was also an ache between your thighs that was screaming to be relieved. You shifted in your seat uncomfortably and Semi raised an eyebrow, “is everything okay? You don’t look so well.”

You shook your head and took a big gulp of your water in hopes it’ll cool you off but it didn’t help. He got up and pressed his hand against your shoulder, leaning in by your ear. “Are you okay? I think we should leave.” His breath by your ear made you feel even hotter and you nodded. “Let’s go.” He helped you up and held you close to him as he laid some cash on the table then started to lead you out. “You’re in no shape to drive, I’ll drive you back.” You just nodded along as he walked, your mind could only focus on one thing and that was how good his body felt against yours.

He led you to his car and helped you into the passenger's seat and then got in the driver's seat before he started the car and started driving. You rested against the seat and couldn’t help but start to press your thighs together to try to relieve the ache that was building by the second. You were more focused on the pain that was starting to develop and you didn’t realize that he was watching you. Watching how you writhed and whimpered as you pathetically tried to relieve yourself. At the red light he turned his full attention to you and placed a hand on your knee. “You know, I can help you if you’d like. You look like you’re in so much pain, I just want to help.”

Every nerve in your body tried to scream at you, tried to get you to realize that he was the one to put you in your current predicament but lust clouded everything. You spread your legs and looked at him with such a pitiful look, “please Eita. It hurts so much.” He moved his hand up your thigh and pressed two fingers against your panty-clad pussy. You arched your back and started to grind against his fingers, it felt good but it wasn’t enough, you needed more. “Needy girl, let me move your panties to the side at least.” He laughed and hooked a finger under the soaked fabric before moving it to the side. You whined as the cold air hit your wet folds and you opened your mouth to complain about his slow movements but the complaints died in your throat as he pushed two slender fingers inside of you. The pads of his fingers were slightly calloused from his years of playing the guitar but they felt perfect against your sensitive bits. He pumped them with ease and the slick sounds of your pussy filled the car, your chest rose and fell with each heavy breath and a light sheen of sweat coated your forehead. He scissored his fingers and curled them up slightly to press against your g spot, the motion alone made your toes curl in your shoes and a sultry moan of his name left your lips. You felt wrapped in the warm embrace of bliss and you were completely caught up in it, you didn’t even realize the car had stopped until he pulled his fingers out of you.

“W-Why did you stop?” A pout was on your face and it looked like you were on the verge of tears as you turned to face him. You watched as he brought his fingers to his mouth to clean them off, watching how he moved his tongue along his slick digits before wrapping his lips around them. Watching how he groaned as your juices fell along his taste buds like the sweetest ambrosia before he pulled his fingers out of his mouth. “We’re here. You don’t expect me to fuck you in the car right? Your a classy woman and classy women don’t get fucked in the backseat like cheap whores. Now, let's go.” His tone was light but his words hit like daggers into your stomach, at this point you would’ve let him fuck you right on the filthy sidewalk if he wanted to. He got out of the car and you fixed yourself as best as you could before he opened the door and helped you out. Your legs trembled slightly as you walked through the lobby of your building to the elevator. You were practically shaking with need and he didn’t even mention a word to you. He pulled you into the elevator once the doors opened and pinned you against the wall before pressing the button to your floor.

Your mind was so clouded with lust, you didn’t even pay mind to how he knew what floor you lived on.

As the doors shut he leaned in close and kissed you roughly, his teeth and tongue mangled and fought with yours and his hands groped your body bruisingly. You moaned wantonly against his lips and moved your hands up to lightly tug on his hair. You wanted more, you needed more from him. But the elevator doors opened. He pulled away from you with an agitated huff and gripped your hand to pull you along with him. The throbbing between your legs was unbearable at this point. You felt your juices run down your thighs and you tried your best not to whine or whimper as he led you to your door. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the key and quickly unlocked the door.

If you were in the right state of mind then you would’ve asked how he got a spare key to your apartment. Then he would’ve had to come up with a lie and try not to tell you that he had been keeping an eye on you since the breakup and was able to bribe your landlord into giving him an extra set of keys to your apartment. And he would have to conceal the details of the amount of times he entered your apartment while you were asleep or while you were at work. He would also have to hide the lie of how he was able to sneak in some cameras into places you never checked and how he watched you while you thought you were alone. Oftentimes with his hand wrapped around his cock and a pair of your panties pressed to his nose. But the aphrodisiac was working perfectly, if he had known it was that strong then he would’ve only slipped half into your drink (at least that would be the lie he’d tell himself to make himself feel better).

He pulled you inside with him and kicked the door shut before pinning you against it to go back to ravaging you. He bit and sucked along your lips and then moved down to your jaw and neck, nipping and sucking at the skin while you moaned and whined. His hands moved along your body, gripping whatever he could latch onto before he pulled away. “Fuck, look at you. Did you plan on doing this with Tobio? Hm? Is that why you wore such a slutty dress? Look at those fucking nipples, you didn’t even wear a bra and those soaked panties are so skimpy. I bet you wanted to get fucked by him tonight, but that’s too fucking bad, there’s only one person that gets to fuck you and that person, is me. No one gets to see you, let alone touch you like this, got it? You’re mine and mine alone. I’ll fucking kill anyone that tries to get in our way.” He spoke purely out of possessiveness and jealousy, to think that you got all dressed up for a man that wasn’t him made his blood boil. How dare you think that you could go out and date another man?

He bent down slightly and hooked his hands behind your knees before lifting you up, his cock was throbbing in his pants and he could feel the heat from your pussy pressed up against him. He walked to your bedroom in quick strides and dropped you onto your bed. He spread your legs and ripped your panties off of you and practically ripped your dress off in a hurried rush. He quickly shed his clothes and pressed his cock against your soaked pussy. “I should just deny you the pleasure from my cock. Since you think you could get fucked as good by anyone else, you don’t deserve it. But since I can see where you were so misguided, I’ll give it to you. Maybe once and for all, I’ll put it in your head that no one could make you feel like I do, no one could fuck you like I can, and most importantly, no one could love you like I do.”

He placed his hands on your inner thighs to keep your legs spread and shoved his cock into you in one fluid motion. A loud cry of his name left your lips as you trembled underneath him, your first orgasm ripping through your body as he started thrusting. But not even an orgasm could lessen the effects of the aphrodisiac, it just intensified every feeling. Your back arched off the bed as he jackhammered into you, his heavy balls slapped against the curve of your ass and the tip of his cock hit your g spot perfectly each time he bottomed out. Strands of ash blonde hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and he took his kiss swollen bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes moved along your body, capturing how your tits bounced with each movement and how your eyes grew emptier by the second. And wait, was that drool spilling from the corner of your mouth? Fuck, you were really fucked out for him.

Then the next idea struck him.

He looked over and grabbed your phone that fell on the bed with one hand and opened the camera. He pressed the record button for the video and brought the phone close to your face. “Okay my love, why don’t you do something for me? Go on and say, ‘hi Tobio’ for me.” You blinked dumbly at his command but followed, “hi Tobio.” Your words were slurred as you spoke and your empty eyes met Semi’s for the next command. “Now go on and tell Tobio what’s happening to you.” He moved the camera even closer to your face as you started to speak, “‘m getting fucked and it feels so good. Never felt this good before, I don’t want it to stop.” Your words almost made Semi cum right then and there, you sounded so sweet and so fucked out. He couldn’t wait to send the video to that idiot. “Good girl, such a good girl for me. Now, one more thing, tell him who’s fucking you this good and tell him who’s gonna fill this needy little cunt.”

His thrusts picked up in pace and you were on the verge of a second orgasm. “Eita! Eita is fucking me this good! A-and Eita is going to fill my pussy with hot, sticky cum over and over again! Only Eita!” Your words blinded him and he slammed his hips into yours as he reached his orgasm, as the thick white ropes started to fill you, your second orgasm was triggered. This time it was more intense, tears spilled from the corner of your eyes and your juices gushed out of you, coating Semi’s abs in your essence. He groaned as he continued to fill you then started to move the camera down your sweat covered body until he reached your pussy. He used his other hand to spread your pussy as he pulled out then moved the camera closer to your leaking hole, getting the perfect money shot of his cum leaking out of your spent hole. “And that is something you’ll never get to experience for yourself, consider yourself lucky and if you ever contact my girl again, I’ll rip your eyes out of your fucking skull. Now say bye bye to Tobio, my love.” He brought the camera back up to your face and you brought a hand up to wave, “bye bye Tobio.” Your voice was weak as was the rest of your body and Semi stopped the video, then unlocked your phone and sent it to the man you were supposed to be with tonight. Once it went through he deleted all the messages, blocked the contact and deleted the video. It's not like he needed to send it to himself, the camera that was on your nightstand had caught everything and it would be saved into a private folder on his laptop. Plus you really needed to change the passcode to your phone, if it had gotten into the wrong hands then they would have access to all your personal details.

He set your phone down and leaned down to kiss down your body, kissing in between your breasts and continued to move south until he was at your pussy. “Oh poor baby, this little pussy is swollen, was I too rough? Want me to kiss it better?” He cooed at you and you just nodded along, letting out a meek “mhm” before he pressed open mouth kisses to your cunt. “I’m so sorry, I won’t be so rough on her ever again, I promise.” He continued to kiss along your cunt before he stuck his tongue out and started to lick at your entrance, collecting his cum that had been leaking out. He licked and sucked for a few moments before moving back up your body. He gripped your face and pressed his thumb and fingers against your cheeks to open your mouth then he spit his cum inside. “Swallow for me, since you can’t keep it inside your pussy, I might as well give you some to eat.” You swallowed then opened your mouth for him to show that you had swallowed it, he smiled and kissed you, softer this time than before then laid down beside you.

“My sweet girl. I love you so much, you could never understand.” He pulled you close and you rested your head on his chest, the exhaustion of everything finally wearing on your body. Your eyes were heavy and half lidded. You just wanted to sleep. “You love me too, right? Say it, I want you to say that you love me.” At this point, you were so tired, you could agree to anything. “I love you Eita. I love you.” You mumbled your words before you closed your eyes completely but that was enough to fuel his delusions further. “I know you do, you were just misguided. But don’t worry, I won’t let you slip from my fingers ever again. And if you manage to do so, I’ll just reappear from the shadows, maybe I’ll slip a second aphrodisiac into your drink. That would be fun.”

You would have to face the consequences of your decisions in the morning but maybe Semi was right, maybe it was true. Maybe no one could love you as much as he did. Or maybe there was someone out there that could, you wouldn’t get to experience it. He had an invisible chain tethered to your ankle and you were stuck with him for the rest of your life.

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[kingkatsuki]

But think of the scandal of pro hero bakugo getting caught stalking and harassing you and ruining his image and he blames you so he comes to collect "revenge"

I’LL SCREAM! I couldn’t decide whether I wanted them to have been in a relationship or not so I wrote about him being a stranger to you, but how hot would it be if he was your boyfriend? And you’d been over the moon because he’s like the dream guy right? The guy every girl wishes she could have— but you see that dark side of him that no one else can see. So you’ve been dating for a while until he got too intense too quick, too obsessive and possessive and when you broke it off he began stalking and harassing you? (I might write this one too oop)

Because it’s all your fault he’s doing this, that you’ve made him into this.

He was perfectly fine until you came along. Teetering on the number one spot, advertising campaigns fighting for his face as an ambassador, fans going wild for the latest piece of Dynamight merch, tweeting their love and praise for the hero.

Life was good, he was doing good.

And then suddenly he can’t stop thinking about you. The day you were sharing the same train carriage as him as you both made your way into the city. His normal train cancelled due to signal failures which meant that he was forced to get the next train, now full to the brim with commuters.

His back pressed against the cool glass of the door as you stood in front of him, the saccharine scent of your perfume invading his senses as he was unable to take his eyes off you. The innocent way you tried to stop yourself from leaning against him in the packed carriage, even though businessmen continued forcing their way on to the train. Forcing your body harder against his as you mumbled out quiet apologies, glancing up at him with a small smile before guiding your eyes back to the floor.

Each time the train would jolt it would push you back into him again, and Bakugou wished it would happen more often. Something that would usually be an annoyance for him was now becoming a comfort. His heart falling when you began to weave your way through the crowd of people as you got off the train at your stop, his crimson eyes lingering on you through the glass windows as he watched you continue up the escalators at the station.

And now all he could think about was you. Sitting behind his desk at work as he fantasised about the perfect life with you, even though he didn’t even know your name. Wondering if there was a way he’d be able to find out, maybe through travel records or having a sidekick follow you out of the station one day. He wondered what train you got home, having never seen you on any of his when he’d commute back past eight in the evening.

Deciding that he would start to get the same train, the one that left after his usual. Standing in the same carriage as he began to look out for you, noticing the pattern in your movements. There were two different carriages you’d usually jump on, one was your preferred— a little further down the platform where it was quieter, and the one you’d jump on when you were rushing to work. Dead centre as you managed to hop on before the doors closed, almost making it look like some kind of sport.

After a few weeks of getting into the same train carriage as you on the way to work, it’s soon not enough to satiate his need to be close to you. Deciding one morning— when he doesn’t even have work, to get on the same train as you and follow you to work. Keeping a few steps behind you as you walk towards your building, noticing you’d always stop in at the same coffee shop before you’d go in to the office— Manual’s Agency. This would make it easier to find out who you were.

And the next day he has your name and department, already organising a bouquet of flowers to be sent to you with a sweet note accompanying them. If only the sweet note didn’t terrify you when you read it. Mentions of watching you for weeks, following you and his intent to be with you. Little gifts continue to show up for you, but you have no idea they’re from him.

Any men that had ever been flirty with you on social media were also nowhere to be seen, a young sidekick from Manual’s agency that you’d been texting back and forth now continued to ghost you and you had no idea why. Texting your friends that the guy that you’d just been on a date with was now completely ignoring you, and them telling you that you could do so much better.

Little did you know that when he’d left the bar that night, Bakugou had cornered him down an abandoned alley and threatened to make sure every agency in the city wouldn’t hire him if he continued to date you.

And when the time came for Bakugou to finally reveal himself to you— he terrified you. Stopping you right outside your favourite coffee shop as he tried to hand you your favourite drink, his hood pulled up over his messy blond hair as he towered over you. Telling you about how he’d been watching you for weeks, and how he wanted to marry you.

But you’re petrified— not only at the fact that he said he’s been watching you for weeks, but at the fact that he knows your exact order, he’s been sending you gifts with your name on, and he just said he wants to marry you. So you race off and into the safety of your agency.

It’s a few weeks until he tries again. A restraining order isn’t going to be enough to stop him, nor will all the articles now branding him a stalker and a creep. He’ll set you straight— make you tell everyone it was just a big misunderstanding.

He waits in the coffee shop for you, nursing your exact coffee order as his crimson eyes focus on the tall high rise as he waits for you to leave for the evening.

5.05pm — he checks his watch as he notices you walking out, much slower now after a long day at work. He follows you back to the station, getting onto the same train as he decides today is the day he’ll follow you home.

[sightoru]

—𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐈'𝐦 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮)

✩pairing: Villain!Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader

✩genre:smut, dark content.

✩word count: 3.5k

✩warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, predator/prey, noncon to dubcon (tagging both), a lot of heroes are mentioned as dead pour one out for them, dacryphilia, praise kink, fingering, unprotected sex, stalking, cum play, slight breeding, apocalyptic au.

✩authors note: repost from my old blog @/izuushi. title credit is: Let Me Call You Sweetheart by Bing Crosby 

✩excerpt: 

“Oh!” Verdant eyes meet yours as he stalks circles around you, as if inspecting you. “That’s so exciting I’m so glad I don’t have to introduce myself! Apparently my reputation precedes me. Always a nice thing to hear.” He places his hands on your shoulder, eyes bright and gleaming in the last few rays of the sunset. His fingers trace down your cheek and you shiver at the touch. He leans in close to your ear, his breath hot on your face and whispers, “I’ve been so bored lately, do you wanna play a game, doll?”

Hero society had collapsed months ago, and along with it: hope.

The society was flimsy like a house made of glass; as soon as the first rock was thrown at it, it wasn’t hard to tear down. The first rock was when the Hero Commission was exposed for the greedy pigs they were, easily allowing Shigaraki and his League of Villains to grow massively in size; the second one was when the Symbol of Peace, AllMight died; the third was when Number One pro-hero Deku stepped down, announcing he was joining the villains and killed a swath of heroes after doing so. Endeavor, Best Jeanist, Miruko, Hawks, and others were killed the day he went on a rampage and cursed Hero Society and all it ever stood for.

Some think that AllMight’s death was more than he could bear and that it shattered his thin resolve. Some think that it was Deku’s plan all along, to climb to the top and tear it all down. The rest don’t care why or how he became this way: they just know that he’s the reason they can no longer sleep at night.

Civilization as you knew it had ended almost a year ago, the city reduced to rubble and ash, the shell of the place you grew up. No more hospitals or schools; society was driven practically underground as people attempted to create a new normal. You’re part of a group along with a few others that make runs to savange, treating cans of food as if they’re gold as you carried them back home; it’s awful and different than how things used to be but you all made it work and that’s all that really matters to you.

Streets are eerily quiet, playgrounds are haunted by rusted out jungle gyms instead of the screams of children; shopping mall parking lots are graveyards of once smooth pavement and weeds; abandoned department stores littered the town, the windows broken from the looting that happened when society started to crumble and a direct cause of the food shortage that’s plaguing your fellow citizens.

On the bright side, food runs meant days spent outside of the dark, and abandoned hospital basement; you always tried to be positive about it, telling yourself it’s home despite the moldy smell that clung to your nose and clothing. And even better than food run days? Days spent outside with Hitoshi Shinso.

Hitoshi might be the best thing that’s happened to you since the fall of hero society. You always had a small crush on him, his lavender hair and no bullshit attitude have been alluring to you since the first day you met him; one on one time with Hitoshi is a gift as far as you’re concerned, and food runs were always filled with him making you laugh until you felt like you were gonna burst at the seams. Love was building between the two of you, both of you too shy to bring it up; both realizing how dangerous it is to say something about it in a world where you’re not guaranteed tomorrow. It’s getting harder and harder to resist him though, your knuckles brushing against his as you walk with him; the way his smile clears the cobwebs of your heart and how it warms you down to your bones. Hitoshi made you feel safe, looking into buildings before letting you anywhere near them and never letting you leave his side. At times you felt burdensome to him, but he always gave you that same smile as he insisted he knows you can take care of yourself but he’s just doing everything in his power to keep you safe.

As much as you love him, this constant insistence from not only Hitoshi but your parents as well, to keep you safe was infuriating. So this morning, when you were informed to stay in because Hitoshi had caught a cold, you decided the best way to prove you don’t need to be protected was to go scavenge for Hitoshi’s cold medicine on your own. You decided to wait until sunset, knowing that Denki and Shouto would be going to you and Hitoshi’s place earlier in the morning; this decision was also made when you realized it’s been so long since you’ve seen a sunset.

It wasn’t too hard to sneak out of the base that evening, deciding the best time to leave would be when everyone was preoccupied with dinner. It’s exhilarating being out in the world, you can almost pretend that everythings how it used to be. That maybe someone in your life is sick and all you have to do is make a quick trip to the store, easily finding whatever your loved one needs so you can easily nurse them back to health.

It’s nice like this, just you and the cool evening air caressing your skin as you pretend everything’s the same that it was a year ago. Somewhere between the fall of the Hero Commission and AllMight’s death; it was scary, but at least there was hope that things could turn out okay. But when Deku rose to number one hero, only to sink to number one villain within weeks, hope was extinguished as quickly as you found it.

You know the way to the abandoned pharmacy quite well, having been there several times for odds and ends things such as menstrual products, painkillers and bandages. You hope you’ll find something, despite going there several times and cleaning the place out of everything it has.

You feel like you struck gold when you find the bottle of cold and flu medicine hidden under a shelving unit; cradling it in your hands like it’s all the proof you need to show your ability to take care of yourself. You stash the pills neatly into your backpack, cherishing your victory. It’s almost sunset when you leave the building, the last of the sun's rays turning the clouds a beautiful shade of pink. You’re wondering if there's a better place to watch it before your eyes fixate on an abandoned factory nearby; it’s at least 3 stories high, windows smashed out or boarded up. It’s eerie as you stare at it, sending goosebumps across your body. You shake off the thought, most of the buildings around here are creepy looking.

You practically sprint to the building, giggles bubbling up from your throat as you rush to beat the sunset. You’re nostalgic as you run, dreaming and daring to think that maybe there will be a day like this again; a day where you can run towards the sun with everything you have and not worry about being a burdensome thing that others have to keep safe. You climb up the rusted fire escapes on the side of the building, not wanting to waste time exploring the inside of it.

You make it to the roof of the building just in time, sitting on the ledge of it; fascinated at how the sun hits the clouds and makes them all look a beautiful shade of raspberry-orange sherbert; they look like pulled apart strands of cotton candy, lazily moving across the sky. It’s easy like this, the past year and how much has changed being the last thing on your mind as the sun dips lower and lower beneath the horizon.

“Oh?” You hear a cheeky voice behind you. You turn towards it, blood running cold at the man on the other side of the roof, not expecting anyone to run into you here; he’s handsome, curly green hair slicked back and styled, a constellation of freckles splattered across his nose and cheeks. He’s well built but lean, white button up shirt that’s impressively clean, tailored black slacks and black gloves on both his hands. It takes you a moment but you recognize him: Deku. “What’s this?” he chuckles, walking towards you with all the glee of a child being offered candy.

“D-Deku?” You step off the ledge and attempt to run but he’s faster than you, face to face with you in moments.

“Oh!” Verdant eyes meet yours as he stalks circles around you, as if inspecting you. “That’s so exciting I’m so glad I don’t have to introduce myself! Apparently my reputation precedes me. Always a nice thing to hear.” He places his hands on your shoulder, eyes bright and gleaming in the last few rays of the sunset. His fingers trace down your cheek and you shiver at the touch. He leans in close to your ear, his breath hot on your face and whispers, “I’ve been so bored lately, do you wanna play a game, doll?”

You stare at him in bewilderment, wondering what he’s getting at by playing a game with you? He’s sick, completely unhinged and everything you’ve heard about him is true. He reeks of an aura that couldn’t care less about you, like a cat playing with a mouse before he devours it. He’s behind you now, fingertips tracing down your sides and making you shiver. He leans his head against yours, the curls of his hair tickling your cheek. “C’mon, doll. Hey listen if you win, I won’t go visit you and your purple haired friend! The hospital on 7th street- or I suppose what used to be 7th street- in the basement, right? You’re so pretty, I’ve been watching you for a while now.” His hands tighten down on your hips as he drags his nose along your neck, letting out a small chuckling sigh.

You can’t breathe for a moment, the only thing plaguing your mind is the thought of anything happening to Hitoshi, and that it’s your own fault for being stubborn and insistent; the reality of your own idiocy rolling over you in waves. You take a stuttering breath, failing to keep the fear out of your voice “What kind of game?”

“Hmmmm…..” Deku steps in front of you, tapping his chin dramatically in thought. “I know! What about hide-n-seek? It was my favorite growing up, I used to play it with Kacchan all the time before I killed him!” It’s sickening to you, how casually he says all this as if it’s normal conversation, laughing and giggling as if you made some sort of joke. It makes your stomach turn, bile rising in your core. “If you can make it 20 minutes, I’ll let you go! But if you can’t make it, you’re all mine. All of the building is fair game, but if you leave I’ll kill you instantly. I’ll even be nice and give you a 2 minute head start, that’s more than fair don’cha think, doll?” You don’t move, just continuing to stare at him as you try to register what you’re all mine could possibly entail for you. He checks an imaginary watch on his wrist “Time’s a’ tickin’, sweetheart. Better get moving.”

You run, already panting and breathless, hopping onto the fire escape and ducking into a broken window on the top floor, the glass cutting into your skin. You trip as you land, scuffing your palms but you don’t notice or care. You’re desperate, your mind moving a mile a minute trying to rack your brain to think, think, think goddammit, of somewhere to hide. It’s no guarantee anyways, who knows if Deku will keep his word but you have to try at least.

“Ready or not, here I come~!” Breaks the silence, followed by a laugh that’s nothing short of maniacal. You sprint down the hallway, throwing open the heavy door and running down the stairs to the second story, ducking into the first room you can find. It’s full of metal desks, toppled over and papers strewn over the room like a tornado ripped through it. You duck behind a toppled bookshelf against the wall and wait for him to pass. You almost move, cursing internally when you realize that you’re cornerned if he finds you.

You hear the metal door slam, and Deku’s feet practically skip down the stairs, taking slow and methodical steps down the hallway. There’s no way you can safely move now, hearing the click of his shoes much too close to you. You hold your breath, making yourself as small as possible between the wall and the bookshelf. His steps get quieter and quieter, fading down the hallway before you hear a door slam.

There’s no telling if he went up or down, or if he even went down the stairs at all; he could just be on the other side of the door waiting for you to peak out. You carefully walk out from behind the bookshelf, carefully peering over the door frame. You’re trying to figure out whether to go up or down, deciding it’s not smart to use the stairs since there’s no telling if he actually went up or down them. You duck back into the room, opting to use the fire escape to take you down to the first floor. It’ll be easier, you think, to leave if you’re on the ground floor.

You almost trip on the rusted ladder, making a small yelp before you can catch yourself. Fuck, you hope he didn’t hear that. You shimmy your body into a broken window on the first floor, eyes moving frantically in an effort to find somewhere to hide. You pass by a locker room, debating on hiding in a locker before you realize that you probably won’t fit like you did when you were a kid, and what if you go stuck? No way in hell Deku will help you out of that situation.

“You’re doing so good, doll! Only 10 minutes left!” He bangs on something metal in an effort to get you to cry out and let him know where you are; you can’t tell where it’s coming from but you know it’s close. You barely hold back a sob, biting your tongue to force yourself silent.

You keep running down the hallway, ducking into a cafeteria and running behind the counter. You curse internally again, realizing it’s another dead. You’re about to find somewhere else better go hide, before you hear the metal door of the stairwell open and slam.

“Shit!” You mutter under your breath as you duck into a cabinet, curling your body up and hiding there. You do your best to close it carefully, but it’s so loud when it closes that you debate for a moment to give yourself up right there.

“Sweetheart~” you hear him softly call out, his footsteps echoing off the linolum of the cafeteria; you throw your hand over your mouth, desperately trying to keep silent. “I know you’re around here somewhere.” He sounds excited, you both know you’re fucked; know there’s no way in hell you’re getting out of this. You wonder for a moment if he’ll show mercy if you just come out now and beg for it. The sick fuck would probably enjoy that.

You hear him start to sing loudly; belting out at the top of his lungs. "Let me call you sweetheart!" He laughs. "I'm in love with you!" You hear him kick a table over. "Let me hear you whisper, that you love me too!"

He stops suddenly, drowning you in silence. You let out a breath. He starts singing again. "Keep the love light glowing, in your eyes so true!" He's quieter now; closer to you. You're afraid he knows where you are. Why else would he make his voice quieter? "Let me call you sweetheart, I'm in love with you!" You hear his voice trail off again and you rest your head back against the cabinet.

“Found you!” Deku laughs, roughly grabbing you by the arm and dragging you out of the cupboard. “Oh dollface, that was so fun! You were doing so good too! You only had 5 minutes left to go!” You sob as he practically tosses you on the cold, metal prep table in the kitchen. “Now… What was the deal again? Oh that’s right. You’re all mine.”

“No, please! Please let me go, I’m so sorry.” You splutter at him. He just grins at you, grass colored eyes drinking up your figure as his hands caress you softly. You hate how your skin leaves a trail of pebbles as he moves his hands; how gentle he feels despite how hungry and desperate his eyes look. His hand slips under your shirt, kneading the soft skin of your breasts as his thumbs glide gently over your nipples.

He coaxes your shirt off, soft clicking sound coming from his lips as he does. “Sit back and take a breath, sweetheart. Let me take care of you after all, you’re mine now right?” He sucks gently on your breast, his other hand holding your hip in a brutal grip. He pulls back with a pop sound, moving his lips up your chest and leaving purple marks. You close your eyes, trying to pretend it’s Hitoshi instead or anyone else but Deku bites down on your neck hard enough to break skin. “Eyes open for me, doll.” You make eye contact with him, your eyes swimming with unshed tears as he pulls off his gloves. He maintains your gaze, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down. He runs his finger along your folds, moving your slick around. “You’re saturated for me, baby. You sure you don’t actually want this.”

You shake your head, choking on a sob as tears stream down your face. He places two fingers into your pussy, kissing along your jaw as he moves inside of you. You moan lightly in his ear when he finds that perfect spot, hating the squelching sounds coming from you; how greedily your cunt sucks him in and even how much you’re liking it as he expertly hits that sweet spot in you over and over again.

“What a good girl, such a good girl.” He coos in your ear, bringing his thumb up and running small, tight circles around your clit. You gasp again, gripping his shoulders and fisting the fabric of his shirt. “Cum on my fingers ok? Just like the good girl I know you are.” You tremble, orgasm building up and washing over you in waves; your whole body spasming as your essense drips onto the metal table underneath you. You whimper softly as Deku rides you through it, whispering praises into your ear.

You feel strangely empty when his fingers pull out of you, letting out a whine at their absence. You watch him, fucked out and dazed as he takes his pants off; his cock pretty and erect as he pumps it in his hand. Reddish-pink tip and veins running down the underside of it, an intimidating girth, pre bubbling from the top. You close your legs, remembering you’re supposed to hate this.

“Oh, come on doll.” He grins at you, sticking his fingers in his mouth and lewdly sucking your essence off with a low groan. “I promise this won’t be so bad. Relax ok~?” He leans into your ear, cock hard and pressing against your thigh. “I’m an excellent lover, don’t ya know?” He lines himself with your entrance, pushing himself in with a small hiss. “God, you feel even better than I dreamed.” He’s gentle with you at first, relishing all the small babbles that come out of your mouth, rubbing his cockhead against your g-spot as you squirm under him. He builds speed slowly, the only sounds in the room are his balls slapping your ass, the wet sounds of your cunt and the grunts escaping his lips.

“D-Deku!” You cry at him, fresh tears falling from your eyes. “s’too big.”

“Shhh… baby it’s okay, I know you can do it! You’re a good girl right?” He murmurs in your ear. You nod, not sure why you’re nodding or when you decided to like this and he smiles at you, sickly sweet as he cups your cheek. “Look at you, doll. Look how pretty you are while I fuck you, your pussy feels so good around me, baby. You’re perfect, you know that?” You groan a little, resting your head on his shoulder as his cock kisses your cervix, desperate to get into your cunt as deep as possible as he snakes a hand between your connected bodies; hand clumsy but efficient as he thumbs your clit again, pushing you to climax. “That’s it princess, cum on my cock.” He sighs in your mouth, his own orgasm impending. You both cum together, your pussy tightening around him as cum fills your insides.

He pulls out of you with a sigh, as the realization of what just happened hits you. He takes two of his fingers, shoving his cum back inside you as he mutters something about not wasting a drop. He’s soft, gingerly dressing you before he even dresses himself while you just cry silently.

“It’s okay, don’t worry.” He whispers, gently wrapping his arms around your shaking body. “I found you, and now you’re mine forever.”

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Darling of Yandere!Illumi and Yandere!Hisoka

I was thinking about this earlier today and while it was admittedly in a rush of lovely smutty ideas, I usually try to take the time to sit back and try to analyze how the situation would actually work out realistically.

Being the darling of Hisoka and Illumi would not be a simple affair for anyone involved.

First off, this dynamic would be incredibly complex and difficult to pull off in a way that wouldn’t result in the maiming or death of not only the darling, but of either of the men themselves.

You would have caught both of their attention, and you will not notice it at first because they don’t want you to.

Despite Hisoka and Illumi being different subclasses of yandere, they will start off the same way in that they will not approach you at first.

You are going to be watched and stalked for a long period of time, and you will only see them when they want you to see them.

Hisoka is more willing to be forward about it; “accidentally” bumping into you, making you spill your coffee all over his outfit. He knows that you’ll apologize profusely, offering to pay the expenses of whatever it’ll take to get his clothing back to its original state, and he would just smile, declining your offer and proposing that instead you let him buy you a new drink instead.

Illumi is more the type to keep his distance, and would only initiate contact with you when absolutely necessary before he believes it the perfect time to finally steal you away.

Hisoka is a very patient yandere, and a little more lenient on the things he is willing to let his darling do. He’s not above kidnapping you, but that would only be brought about if he was pushed to extremes.

Illumi, however, does not share this sentiment. He is an extremely possessive yandere, and would want to snatch you away as soon as he has learned everything about you that there is to know.

Because of these varying extremes, the two men would have to reach a compromise on everything that has to be done concerning their darling. They already have a give and take relationship, and that would extend to the life of their darling.