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cybercl0ne · 4 months

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can you please do brat taming with two masked men

Brat taming (200 follower special) // Ghost + Soap x NB!Reader // 18+

I gotchu my sweet, sweet anon 😇 (They/Them pronouns used)

Summary: For the last few weeks Ghost has been acting strange and finally shows you why and how to behave with a little bit of help.

TW: Anal, oral, giving/receiving, DP, Slapping, pounding, edging, minor degradation

A/N at the bottom!!!

You sat at the bar, sipping your smooth yet hard liquor, pondering on your last mission with your lieutenant.

Ghost was already acting off when you sat on the plane, talking to soap. His banter halted when Ghost grunted obnoxiously loud. “Focus on the mission Johnny.” He spat, shifting his stance to gaze at you. You scoffed, thinking Ghost just lived to ruin everything fun. He’d gruff and rumble when you and Soap would announce quietly that you were going out for drinks, or if Price would pay your shoulder just a little too long, his calloused fingers fathered on your vest. He’d talk your ear off if you’d walk out of your quarters to go to Farah‘s room. When Ghost walked into the bar, locking eyes with you, you assumed tonight would be no different. You watched from the side of your eyes as Ghost approached, sitting down a couple seats away, yet making his bearing presence known by penetrating his gaze into your face. You sigh, deciding to get to the bottom of his ruthless judgement over you. You’d never see the smirk on Ghost’s face when you travel over to him, his eyes stuck on your tempered face, agitated yet confused. He loved that look the most. “Soldier?” He grudged. You rolled your eyes, your hips swaying to one side.

“I assume you’re here to bombard me about drinking to?” You sass, looking at how he held himself, swinging his bourbon around, his devious mask still glued to his face. He didn’t respond, only grunting deeply like usual. You chuckle, sitting down next to him. “Why drink this stuff? It’s disgusting.” You claimed, tapping the table as you stared his drink. He lifted it to his jaw, unfolding his mask just enough to sip the drink. You watched in awe at the chiseled jawline, his stubble beard and his bulging hands. He catches your blunt eyes and laughs, showing his oddly sharp teeth.

“Bourbons the good stuff. Tells you about your age by how well you take it.” He jokes, taking pricks at you. You scoff. “Har, Har.” You jokingly smile, resting your arms on the table, nearly forgetting why you came over to him in the first place. You decide to pay your tab, tipping your lieutenant a goodnight, stepping out of the packed bar. You stand outside, grabbing a cigarette, deciding that if you didn’t use one now, Price would catch you using one again at the quarters.

Before you’re able to light it, a force snatched your cancer stick from your lips. You snarl, looking at the perpetrator. When you see its Ghost, you smack your tongue, putting the lighter away. “Not a smoker, huh?” You cough, looking up at the looming eyes of parental disappointment. You chuckle at the memory of that glare, seeing him place the cigarette on the muddy floor, squeezing it under his heavy-duty boots. “I know you’re aware it’s not good for you kid. Also not supposed to be doin’ it here anyway.” Ghost grunts. You scoff, feeling put on the spot. Soap pops up out of the bar, stumbling lightly until he spots the both of you.

“Hey LT, you and y/n taking a peek at Prices new ride to?” He says oblivious. You cross your arms, tempered. Ghost visibly looks at Soap confused. “No, I was just highlighting on how big of a dick someone’s being right now.” You slyly slip in, moving past the both of them. You stomp your way back to your room, still visioning Ghost’s eyes on you as you storm off.

As you get ready for bed you hear your door knock with ominous. You go to answer it, cooled down and clean with a warm shower, the steam flowing off of you. “Soap? What are you doing out of your quarters?” You asked, opening the door for him, casually looking at him as he sat on your bed, his eyes staring at you in a different light that you couldn’t see. For the moment he ignored that you were in just a towel. “Y/n what’s your deal with LT?” He questioned, his voice neutral and curious. You were taken aback by his sudden question, blinking. “What do you mean? Are you talking about the fact that he treats me like an insignificant child, or that he can’t stand to be around me without taunting me?” You clap back, crossing your arms, the remembrance of what happened just a few minutes ago, bubbling up irritation. Your ranting is broken by Soap’s sudden movement. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Y/n from what I hear you’ve been out of line.” He says, approaching you slowly. Before you could react with a sassy retort Ghost busts through the door, closing it behind him, focusing his pure attention on his small little lamb in front of him. Tonight, he had a mission.

As you get ready for bed you hear your door knock with ominous. You go to answer it, cooled down and clean with a warm shower, the steam flowing off of you.

“Soap? What are you doing out of your quarters?” You asked, opening the door for him, casually looking at him as he sat on your bed, his eyes staring at you in a different light that you couldn’t see. For the moment he ignored that you were in just a towel. “Y/n what’s your deal with LT?” He questioned, his voice neutral and curious. You were taken aback by his sudden question, blinking. “What do you mean? Are you talking about the fact that he treats me like an insignificant child, or that he can’t stand to be around me without taunting me?” You clap back, crossing your arms, the remembrance of what happened just a few minutes ago, bubbling up irritation. Your ranting is broken by Soap’s sudden movement. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Y/n from what I hear you’ve been out of line.” He says, approaching you slowly. Before you could react with a sassy retort Ghost busts through the door, closing it behind him, focusing his pure attention on his small little lamb in front of him. Tonight, he had a mission.

“Oh y/n, see me and Johnny had a little chat. You’re not easy to work with, but now. Now I know how to fix that.” Ghost says, the boys closing in on you as you back up into a wall, confused and nervous. You could feel your mind drifting, your body feeling warmer.

“W-What are you two up to? Is this some kind of pr-“before you could finish Soap smashed into your lip, guiding you out of your comforting wall. Ghost follows closely behind, groping your ass, smirking at you. “W-What the hell guys! S-stop this!” You shout, sitting up on the bed after Ghost pushes you down on it. They look at each other and laugh. Your mouth sits open, gritting your teeth, before you speak, your face gets met with a hardy slap, the laugh, watching as you react. “You’re not in control anymore, pet.” Soap expressed, watching Ghost lay you back down, straddling your waist. Soap goes beside you, unzipping his pants eagerly.

“I found a great solution to get you to behave love, figured what you need is a good dick to fuck you into submission.” Ghost gruffly smirked, pulling off your towel roughly. You started screaming empty threats, trying to cover yourself. Soap and Ghost’s hungry eyes trailed all around your body, Soap pinning your hands above you as he tapped his cock on your lips. You grunted, shoving your mouth away from his twitching member. Ghost tsk’d loudly, sending a surging slap to your face again, you could feel the burning warmth of the slap, looking at ghost with fiery eyes. “That ought to bruise nicely. Now baby, get to sucking.” Soap chastised, tapping his heavy cock on your lips, you muttered a curse under your breath before taking the giant meat into your mouth, stretching to adjust to his size.

Ghost laughed, shifting his pants from his dick as it got uncomfortable in his boxers. “I can tell you want the same treatment~ don’t worry, I can be fair doll.” Ghost implied, kissing down your body, taking at your nipples, watching you squirm and groan at the touch. “Don’t talk with your mouth full darlin’ you’ll choke.” Ghost said deeply, sending your stomach into flips. You moan at his gaze, while flipping your attention to soap, watching him moan and bob your head as he loosely shoved his cock further down.

Ghost continued his journey down your body, stopping at your crotch. He wasted no time in slurping at you, not waiting to dig his tongue deep onto you. You wriggled under his mouth, closing your eyes, with your body being ravened. “Our little bunny’s getting overwhelmed by getting eaten and being stuffed.” Soap concludes, pumping in your mouth faster. You moan loudly, vibrating his vigorous cock, causing it to twitch.

“Are you gonna cum?” Ghost questions, stopping his motions to look at you, your eyes hazy and hanging low, while your lower half is damn near demolished in your own slick. “Naughty, I didn’t say you could cum yet.” Ghost monologues, you shift your hips, trying to tempt him back to permitting you his service. “They might not cum, but I’m about to-“ Soap interrupts, spraying his cum inside your mouth. You choke on his squirting cock, feeling your mouth get stuffed with his hot semen. Soap slowly pulls out his cock, tapping his overstimulated tip on your nose to open your mouth. “Open wide for me.” Soap demands, grabbing your face with minor force.

You still had a fiery glint in your eyes, still heating with lust. Soap raises his hand, scaling over you as a threat. You reluctantly open your mouth, displaying the load that he’d packed into your mouth. “Good..now I think you know what I want you to do darlin.” Soap slaps your chin, closing your mouth again, staring at you until he sees your throat bob, taking his cum down like a shot. Ghost watches intently, occasionally petting your bits. You swallow instinctively, pulling your attention to Ghost who smiled, his mask nearly off, yet you couldn’t depict him. “Beg me to cum. Beg for it.” Ghost smiled, playing with you, arising a heated moan from you. You shook your head, your glow of defiance, ever present. “Drop dead.” You explain, still embarrassingly wriggling to create some movement.

Ghost grunts, a scowl forming on his face. Soap chuckles along. “Uh oh. A little worldly advice, if you want to make it out of here in one piece, I’d beg.” You scoffed at his passive threat, watching Ghost closely and unsure. Ghost came to where Soap was, exchanging a single glance at each other before bluntly shoving his cock inside your mouth. Your eyes grew big, your mouth suddenly intruded. Your muffled protest were received with a hard laugh from the boys, Soap following behind ghost in action, rubbing his bare cock on your hole.

Your eyes trained on Soap's watching as he cooed his lips, clicking his tongue at your expression. "W-wait!-" Before you could even gurgle the sentence, Soap shoved into you with force, the instant clenching around him making him wriggle deeper into you. You arched our back, tears foaming into your eyes. Ghost tsk'd, his gaze never leaving your pearly eyes, glossed with pleasure and minor pain.

"Should've just been a good pet and begged." Ghost grunted, matching Soap's thrusting pattern. Soap chuckles, slapping his balls harder against your ass, his hands finding your chest, leaning on them for stability as he lifts your leg up, finding a better position to rock his cock inside you. You roll your eyes back, moaning into Ghost girthy cock, feeling each vein that twitched harder with each thrust through your pretty mouth. Overstuffed in both holes, you feel yourself drawing closer. You rock your hips as Soap starts pounding you harder, Ghost going along and full-on grabbing your head and bobbing you, thrashing your throat.

As you saw white small clouds you hear a sudden 'pop' from your lower half, feeling the rush of cold air instead of a full, steamed cock plowing you. Ghost smirks, pulling out of your mouth, his cock dribbled in precum and your precious spit.

"You missed your chance to cum before, best not to repeat love." Ghost grunted, slapping his moist cock on your cheek, your lips quivered with the hefty decision. You felt your face heat from sexual frustration and the need to release the tension that was inches away from exploding. "Go on, beg little one. Unless you want this to keep going...edging you each time, pulling out of you and watching your mind fight itself on an easy problem." Soap pestered, leaning into your face, licking up your cheek, meeting your eyes. He softly kisses your lips, Ghost gripping your breast, coming up the other side of your face, peppering it in hot kisses. You felt him leave massive hickeys on your neck, licking it after he'd tortured that part of your neck.

"F-fine! P-please..." You mumble. The boys shared a glance at each other, not satisfied. "What?! I begged, n-now keep going!" You demanded, rubbing your hips into their crotch, pacing your head back and forth from them.

"That's not good enough, and you know it love. Tell us what you want. Say it so me and Soap can fuck you stupid." Ghost inquired, whispering in your ear, gripping your chin, protruding your lips to mimic you. "Say it with those pretty, slutty lips." Soap adds, slapping your chest.

"God please! Please stick your cock inside my holes! Stuff me full of your warm cum!" You shout, humping your hips into Soap's twitching cock. Ghost smiles darkly, instantly kissing your lips before burring his cock back where it belongs, inside your mouth. Ghost groans upon reentering. His hot flesh meeting your acute mouth. Soap leads close behind, backing his rock-hard dick inside you. He seethes at your hole inviting him in, begging for him to pound you harder.

"Just like that~ Your so good y/n, takin' us so well." Soap says, rubbing your stomach as he pounds harder. You grip onto the sheets under you, feeling the current of the thrusting from both of the men, feeling yourself feeling drunk on cock. You sucked and prodded at Ghost member, hearing him moan over you. Soap grips your hips, slamming into your hips lustfully, like a dog in heat.

"Oh shit- I-I'm gonna cum! What do you say LT? Should we fill this brat up?" Soap banters, grunting in between. Ghost groans, rolling his head. He doesn't respond, only grunting in approval.

"Cum. Cum you little slut!" Ghost demanded, giving his final shove before unloading his cock full of warm milk inside your mouth, Soap peering behind, shoving his cock deep inside you, unleashing his sticky load. You arched your back, the feeling of both of their cum dripping down your stuffed holes driving you over the edge and sending you into a much-needed climax. You held your mouth open, showing Ghost his mess in your mouth, your eyes peeled to his reaction. You swallowed, cum drunk.

"Good fucking pet." Ghost soothed, kissing your lips, tasting himself and the mixing flavors of you on his tongue. The rushing feeling traveling through your head, and down your shaking legs. Ghost walks around the bed, grabbing water. Soap lifts you up, peppering your sweat, fucked out face in kisses. When Ghost came back, he gave you the water, Soap sitting up and taking out a cigarette.

"Hey! how come it's ok for him to smoke?!" You shouted, Soap continuing as he lit his stick. "Cause I'm not into Johnny." Ghost grumbled, caressing your cheek. You stared at him, lightly fuming. "Ouch LT, guess I shouldn't confess." Soap laughs, slipping his pants and military shirt on before getting up. Ghost grunts toward Soap, not verbally thanking him. Soap sighs content. "Glad I could help LT. See ya' tomorrow Y/n." Soap says, closing the door behind him.

Ghost slides into bed, clutching you and dragging you to him, his boxer fabric rubbing against you, his limb dick, pricking your ass. "Never knew you could be so docile and submissive when you beg." Ghost smugly complimented. You jabbed him in the abdomen, hearing him let out a dry laugh. "Just don't fucking do it again!" You pouted lightly, nuzzling into the big rock.

"We'll see love."

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AN:) I wanted to just thank you all for getting me this far and I promise I'll have a better follower special when we reach that milestone! <3!

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cybercl0ne · 4 months

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A Merry Christmas... // Holiday's with Shigaraki x f!reader // 18+

Summary: Its Christmas and you want to invite Shigaraki's family over for Christmas. (This is an AU where Shigaraki is not a villain, and his dad isn't AS abusive, just really angry all the time for no reason.)

Tw: 18+, fluff, Oral, minor sub Shigaraki, squirting

A/N at the bottom!!!

"Honey, can you take out the roast?" You call to your boyfriend who was sitting on the couch grunting at Call of Duty. He perks up after a few seconds of losing and makes his way to you, reaching inside the oven to grab the delicious meal you've prepared yet again this year.

"All this food for just us two?" Shigaraki questions, snaking behind you to slide his hands around your waist, nuzzling into your neck. You smirked as you remembered how you secretly invited his family over for the festive holiday. You couldn't wait to see his face when he saw them. He had never really told you much about his family, only ever bragging about his big sister who was abroad.

"Actually...I invited people over this year." You bounced as you turned to face him. His face shifted from playful to curious. He didn't know you to keep a social circle.

"Your parents?"

"Not even close." You snorted.

"Your friends?"

"Nope." You spun around him, finding excitement in keeping him guessing. He lowly grunted, running out of small guesses. "Can I get a hint?" he spoke, tracing behind you as you smiled, focusing on not burning the food. "Tomura I'm not talking; you'll just have to wait." You expressed, turning to him and poking his cheeks as he cornered you into the counter. His face turned playful realizing the position he had you in. You felt his hands rub gently on your thighs, shifting your apron to the side.

"Not even a little bit? ~" Shigaraki questioned, staring deeply into your eyes, watching carefully as you tried to escape his grasp and gaze. "T-Tomura not now... T-they'll be here any minute!" You scold, pushing on his chest to lighten his grip. Tomura kissed up your neck, humming sensually as you tried to protest, Shigaraki knowing that you would love him to pound you into the kitchen counters and then clean up like you didn't fuck before your guest arrived. "Then I guess they'll come in and see how much of an indecent slut you are..." he chuckled, wrapping your legs around him as he shifts his hips against your clothed cunt. "Just tell me who's coming baby~ Tell me who's coming, and we can act decent." Shigaraki claimed, moving quickly to your lips as he felt a protest coming from you. You squinted your eyes. Your pussy started to ache as his tent in his pants started to just barely rub against your clit.

"I-I invited your parents!" You exclaimed, breathing heavily as you watched Shigaraki. "My parents? As in Shimura?" Shigaraki's face stood. It was a look you couldn't quite define, only seeing how Tomura was slightly grim. "I-is that ok? I know I didn't ask you, but I thought that since you don't really talk about them, you'd wanna see them this year! If it helps, I invited your sister!" Shigaraki smiles softly at your attempt to comfort him. "It's all good sweetie, it's just...I don't really talk to my parents is all. Is that what your little secret was?" He tickles, kissing your face as you laugh. You bring him into an embrace. "If it's too much we can always cancel." You say, looking up at him. He holds your head, patting it softly. "No, let them come, it'd be nice to see them." He says as the doorbell rings. You bounce as you realize it's them.

Shigaraki answers the door seeing his father. "About time, were you gonna have us freeze out there any longer, and I was gonna go home." His father grumbled. His mother, a gentler looking woman, went for a warm embrace, smiling softly as she kissed his cheek. "You've grown so tall Tenko." She calls out. "That's not his name anymore mom, remember?" His sister says, her hands on her hip as she smiles playfully, coming inside to greet us. "Hey little brother. Long time no see." she says, hugging him and shaking my hand. "Thanks for inviting us y/n, lord knows we could all be together." Shigaraki's mother says, hugging me. You felt warm inside, shaking everyone's hand. "Don't see the point in dragging us all the way here for some food." Tomura's dad grunts. His voice low as he complains. "Papa, it's Christmas." Tomura's sister adds, sitting with her father on the couch. "Just make yourselves at home, the food is almost ready." You say, smiling brightly. Shigaraki looked at you and beamed as you treated his family with hospitality.

"Mom, Dad... this is my girlfriend, y/n." He introduces. They nod, his mother smiling in contentment, and his father... well he'd come around to you. The cooking timer went off, cutting through the awkward silence and calling you to the food. "Please sit while I get the food." You said, reassuring the Shimura family as they all stood up to come help you. "Well, what a lady you've found. Lucky she's patient." His father grumbled. "Yeah dad...Thanks." Shigaraki sarcastically added onto his fathers 'enthusiasm.' With everyone at the dining table chatting you grabbed the side dishes, the mashed potatoes falling off the edge as you bumped your hip on the counter. Before the dish fell an arm grabbed this plate, saving the dish. You sighed in relief, looking up at the person who caught it for you. "patient but clumsy as all." Shigaraki's dad reasoned, grumbling as he took some plates off your hands.

"T-thanks." You expressed gratefully. His father grunted as he nodded watching your face and gently loosening up. "J-just be more careful." he grunted, storming off to the kitchen table where everyone else resided. "Eat up guys, I hope everything is good." You shyly added, watching everyone dig into your well put together dish. "Thanks for the meal y/n." Tomura's sister, Hana said. Everyone digs in fast chatting with everyone, and everything seems to be going as you planned.

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"Ahh~ I'm stuffed! Thanks y/n for the meal!" Hana says, leaning back on her chair as her mother nods in agreement. "What did you think dad?" Shigaraki turns and asks watching as his father's face contorts. He wanted to snicker at the facade his father so desperately wanted to put up. "It was...better than I expected it to be." He concludes, grabbing his coat as he piles to the front door. "Goodnight my son." He walks to the door, watching his wife and daughter laughing to the car. He faces back towards you and pauses before lifting his brow. "Pleased to meet you y/n." He says, you nod gleaming.

With everyone gone you and Tomura were left to clean and enjoy the rest of Christmas night together. "Here hon, let me wash the dishes..." Shigaraki offers, bumping your hip to move you aside. You scoff playfully, drying your hands. "Thank you, what a gentleman." You turn to him, seeing the stained smile on his face. "Your dad seems well off." Shigaraki turned to face you chuckling. "Yeah, he's a character that's for sure." He nods in agreement. You snake your arms under Tomura's shirt, resting your cold hands on his waist, feeling the beginning of his happy trail. He hisses as your cold hands make their way further down his pants. "w-wait-" Shigaraki stampers, hunching over the sink, his soapy hands unable to do anything. "You teased me earlier. You thought I'd forget?~" You giggle mischievously, unbuckling his belt. Shigaraki groans, his legs buckling under your semi cold hands traveling down his trail. Shigaraki winces, looking behind and staring into your eyes, his face burning up with passion.

“You’re such a tease…” Shigaraki groans out as you take his cock out, pumping it slowly in your fist as precum spills through your hands. You hum in satisfaction, watching as Shigaraki pulls you into his lips, rubbing against your clothed hip. “So aggressive tonight~” You add, hanging onto his shoulder as he drags you both to your shared bedroom to take you for himself. He ignores your banter and instead waste no time in going down on your delectable pussy. You grip his white, stubborn hair, digging your hands into his roots, exerting a deep groan from him, sending vigorous vibrations on your cunt. “Gonna cum baby? Already? I’m not even almost down with you yet…” Shigaraki finally voices, swooping from revenging your cunt to stroking his clearly hard cock on your stomach, flashing a sly grin to you as you marvel at the size. No matter how many times you and Tomura did this it never surprises you how big he really is.

He slides his cock inside gently at first, giving you time to adjust to his girth. He peppers your face in kisses, kissing away the stray tears that fall from your eyes as you wriggle your hips to affirm your muscles. After a few moments you get impatient, moaning loosely inside his mouth as he fucked his tongue in your mouth, looking in your eyes. “T-Tomura…” you begged, squelching your hips against him, a pool of your slick coating your ass and the sheets that follow it. “what? How can I know what you want if you won’t tell me honey?~” He slyly says, kissing your lips one last time before shifting his hips to slowly edge you, sending stars into your vision. You tussle your hips, whining as you look at how lewd your cunt was getting, imagining how destroyed you could be right now. “Shigaraki come on…fuck me already..”

Shigaraki hums in acceptance, rutting his hips, jamming his cock deep inside your womb. You instinctively arch your back at the sudden push of his dick. You moan, giving him the delightful screams and moans of his name coming out of your slutty mouth. “That’s right, say my name baby! Say it louder so I can fuck you harder!” He grabs your ass, flipping you over so you show your ass off high in front of him. A burning slap comes to your cheeks, making your tight pussy clench and throb around his malicious cock. “S-Shigaraki can’t hold it! Keep fucking me like that! God…yes!” You scream, feeling your stomach flip with each pound he sends through you. Shigaraki gruffly laughs, using his hand that was pre occupied with your ass to your poor clit, rubbing it like no tomorrow. You push your head into the pillows, your drool spilling onto it as you get fucked dumb. Shigaraki laughs, watching you crumble under his touch. Tomura spanks your ass again, getting you to clench around him and get him close. “Fuck baby… where do you want it? Ya want it inside this cunt or outside on that pretty face, or ass?” Shigaraki offered, seething through his teeth, watching your ass twitch, your legs wobble.

“W-want it on my ass, want your cum outside Shigaraki.” You lewdly yell out, cumming all over his cock, your eyes rolling back as your juices spray the sheets under you, you watch as Tomura’s thrust become erratic, spasming as he gets to close. Before he can finish he keeps his promise, fwiping his cock out of your squirting cunt and stroking it through its climax as he watches his hot sperm fly across your ass and back. The room, once filled with sex and moans, quieted down to mumbles and kisses. Before you can close your eyes to fall into a slumber of content Shigaraki flips you over, bending you over the bed and towering above you again.

“Don’t tell me you thought we were done, we just started.”

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A/N:) sorry this is so late from actually Christmas. Happy holidays anyway! <3

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cybercl0ne · 5 months

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Masked men x f!reader//18+ (Scenario 2)

TW: 18+, Cnc, somnophila,toy play (vibrators), double penetration, creampie, degradation, name calling (slut,whore), mentions of breeding, minor praise (if you read into it), edging, multiple orgasms.

AN at the bottom!!

FYI:) these are not the same men from the elevator 😉

You were sleeping peacefully, your mind clear, for the most part. You laid on your bed, turning restlessly as you midnight stalked you. As you slowly yet surely drifted to sleep, a visitor decided to make an entry, peeking through your window.

“Yeah, she’s asleep. Out cold.” A man with a ski mask says, dressed in a skin tight black shirt and baggy jeans.

“What are we waiting for, let’s get in and out man.” Another one adds, opening your loose window. Without your knowledge these two men snuck into your room, one of them staring daggers at your sleeping form as it innocently tosses around to an unsourced sound.

“Don’t wake the little princess up, she’s a beauty when she’s sleeping.” The man watching you says, taking off his cheap Halloween mask he bought from Party City. He makes a small dent in your bed, overshadowing your figure, looking at your dolled resting face as his friend sacked through your room for valuables.

“Hah! Look at this. Our little sluts got a few toys.” The man slyly says, turning around to see his friend on top of you, kissing down your half exposed body. All the while you sleep soundly, not aware of anything. “Wanna put these to good use?” The man ask, taking a vibrator out from your “secret” box from under the bed. The man shrugs, pushing up your shirt to expose your naturally perked nipples, immediately taking to sucking them dry.

“Taste so fucking sweet. Her tits taste like pound cake.” The man adds, groaning on your breast, making your face scrunch at the sensation. Meanwhile, the man at the bottom of your bed works to take your panties off. “Someone’s enjoying this- our little slut’s getting wet for us.” He slides his fingers up and down your puffy slit, stopping to massage your sweet clit. He takes his fingers and sucks them clean, feeling a rush from your taste, forgetting all about looting your house. He doesn’t wait, turning on the naughty vibrator, tapping it on your pussy to see if you react.

You wince in your sleep, folding your position to your back as your legs curl then uncurl, trying to be rid the buzzing as it tickles your nerves. “She likes it. I can’t tell if she’s asleep or just faking it~” the man at your breast adds, kissing your face, closing into your ear where he licks it, whispering dirty words as his friend teases your pussy with your vibrator.

As the vibrator hits your clit, feeding a pattern of sexual tension, you stir awake, the first thing you saw was 2 men experimenting with your pussy. “Wha-“ before you could finish your sentence the man closest to you grabs your mouth, the vibrator falling to the ground as the other man comes around to manhandle you to the wall, forcing you off the bed. “Now listen, you scream you’re gonna regret it alright you little bitch?!” The masked man spits out, grabbing another vibrator from your box. Your stomach drops as you realize what they’ve been doing to your body for who knows how long. The man kisses your cheek, moving across your face as his buddy plays with your pussy. “Just a slut aren’t you?! Getting all wet in your sleep, waking up surprised. You were waiting for us!” The man aggressively spit, finding his hand roughly slapping your pussy, the other man still holding your mouth grinding his clear hard clothed cock on your ass. “No point in screaming if you’re not screaming my name baby…making me into a rut with yout slutty ass huh? Putting on a show for me baby? Like showing off?” The man teases, pulling your nipples as you groan, giving muffled pleas as your pussy sobs with slick. A tight slap comes to your ass and pussy as the men degrade you. You look at the man holding your mouth, your eyes lidded with fear, and bubbling desire. “Like what you see? What, my little slut getting horny from getting her little tight pussy destroyed?~” “you gonna cum? Fucking cum then, do it you little whore!” He roars uncovering your mouth only to replace it with his mouth as the masked man attending to your pussy stuffs his fingers inside, keeping the vibrator on your clit.

You muffle a moan as your tongue intertwines with the unmasked man while his friend looks up at you, the rest of his face covered, his eyes being shone through the lusty moonlight. “Cum on my finger baby girl, make my fuckin’ night and cum! Cum!” You roll your eyes back, squirting out your juices on the poor vibrator and the masked man’s fingers. Above, you two break the kiss, ending with you still orgasming as the men laugh, their hands extending your orgasm by torturing your cunt. “That’s my girl! A fucking fountain!” The unmasked man shouts, stuffing his fingers inside you to extract more, making your legs shake from how sensitive you were.

“P-please, no more…to much!” You beg, squinting your eyes shut as they assault your body. “We’ve just began princess!” He says, throwing on the bed, the masked man lifting you up like it’s nothing, sitting you on top of him. “Strip my pants baby…” he whispers, leaning into your ear and nibbling it. “I said STRIP MY FUCKING PANTS!” He booms, his friend across the room, already squeezing out of his clothes, his entire body exposed. You shakily grasped his pants, unbinding his cock from his boxers, watching as it sprinted up, slapping against your wet, twitching cunt, resting against your stomach. Your eyes widen seeing his length. “H-how do you even keep that in your pants?!” You found yourself saying, you look across the room to see his naked friend with the same, if not bigger length than him, stalking towards you with a devious smirk. “It’ll work baby. Just focus on taking our cocks, for now.” He motions to your mouth, slapping his twitching, leaking cock on your lips. You feel your pussy pooling similar slick onto the masked mans’ jeans. “My cock appreciates the compliment sweetheart~” the masked man grumbles out through his deep voice. You focus on the cock that now sits on your lips, kissing his tip as he groans, clearly sensitive. “Go on baby, suck it.” You do as your told, your eyes meeting his as you shive your throat down his length all the while the masked man under you drives his cock teasingly up and down your slick cunt. “Gonna be able to take both of us baby? Gonna be good and scream our fucking names?” You nod, muffling a content ‘yes’. “Good fucking girl…” the masked man grunts, pushing his cock inside your heat, you moan in squeezing pain and pleasure as he sinks inside you, you being busy focusing on the cock that ramming into your mouth.

“Gonna fuck this pretty cunt…ugh, real good honey…” The masked man immediately goes from settling you on his cock balls deep to fucking you balls deep. You moan and shiver under the pounding you were getting from this man, making the other man’s cock twitch inside your mouth, precum coating your tongue, slipping down your face. “G-gonna cum down that pretty little throat! Take a-all my fucking seed!” The man hisses, your pussy growing more wet as his friends cock demolishes your cunt. You suck the man’s cock harder, feeling your eyes roll back and your mind grow dumb. The man thrust into your mouth, your pussy getting plowed faster as the masked man reaches for your tits, his ski mask lifted just enough so he can access your nipples. You moan and close your eyes from being overstimulated, feeling as the man cums down your throat, you hungrily swallow it up, becoming a cock drunken slut. You open your mouth, still bobbing up and down on the grunting masked mans cock. “So good for me~ not a single drop wasted~ good job baby, I should reward you for being a good girl!” The masked man gruffly laughs, eyeing his friend and ultimately stopping, popping out of you. You look behind you, confused and needy.

“Aww don’t worry babygirl, we think you did so good you deserve more than one cock filling up your little body~” the masked man says, whispering in your ears, you flip your head down to your messy, oozing cunt to see the men lined up at both on your holes. Your eyes go wide, waiting for pure extacy to ensue. You grind on the cocks, groaning as you look into their eyes.

“You gotta beg us baby, beg us to plow your holes like no tomorrow, beg us to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.” The man adds, rubbing his cock down your slit, popping it in and out, hissing at how your walls tried to clench around him.

You look up at him, your eyes teared and drool dripping down your face. “P-please fuck my tight little cunt~ please mark my pussy with your load until I can speak, please fuck me dumb!” You beg, taking the men’s cocks and stroking them while pleading. Both men hiss and slowly thrust into your palm, shaking out of it and laughing, aiming at your holes. “Since you asked so nicely~” the masked man said, lifting you up and settling you done on his cock, his dick entering your tight little asshole slowly. His size making you arch your back, screaming. The other man follows close behind, stuffing himself balls deep inside your juicy, raw cunt. You attempt to scream, the only thing coming out is broken moans as your holes fill, your stomach presenting a small bulge where you can see their cocks. “S-so damn tight!” The men say, thrusting inside you. The pace was rough and spontaneous. Your body jerked around, moans and the smell of sex filled the air quickly. “F-feels t-to good!” You add, rolling your hips, trying to rut them to go faster. They nod, going faster, their balls slapping against you.

“Baby, your getting tight, you gonna cum?! Dirty whore, cumming already?!” The masked man screams out, taking a hold of your waist and one hand moving to your clit, you feel electric sting through your body as he rubs your clit while pouring you harder. “Yes, right there! Right there! Yes- a-a-ah f-fuck!” You moan out, cumming on the men cock. The men laugh, your lewd juices mixing with their pounding, making noises. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” The unmasked man that’s taking your pussy announces, you reach for your clit, rubbing it with vigor, desperate for their cum. “Fuck baby, tell me to fill your hole up! Tell me to knock that sweet womb up!” You turn your head back, still in your orgasm, kissing the man revenging your ass. “Fuck me full of cum, fuck me, fuck me, fuck!-“ before you finish your pleas the men grunt in harmony, exploding inside of you. They thrust their hips, fucking the cum deeper before slowing their hips. A slow silence falls on you all, groans and moans filling the room. The men lift you up, switching positions.

“W-wait n-no!-“ before you could protest the men roughly insert themselves back inside you, the masked man on your pussy and the other taking your ass. You shake as they do one hard pound into you, feeling the leftover cum drip down your thigh. “You didn’t think we were done yet did you? I still need a taste of this sweet ass, plant my seed everywhere on your body.” The unmasked man says, chuckling in your ear, nibbling on it as he takes you, thrashing his cock inside your ass. The masked man kisses your pussy, licking up bits of cum and your juices while stroking his cock. “Your sweet little body tired already princess?” The gruffly masked man says, pushing on your puffy clit. You moan, tears flowing down your eyes as they pounce on you. The masked man finally plowing into your pussy, stuffing the fleating cum back inside your womb. “Gotta make sure your nice and full baby.” He gruffs out, grunting as he pounds you dumb. You squirm under them, your mouth singing beautiful moans, kissing the man destroying your ass as he grips your tits, squishing them in his palms. “So fucking good, damn girl, your so fucking good!” He moans out, letting his voice get the best of him as his sensitive cock dives deeper inside your ass, you arch further at the new length both of them reach, the masked man going to your cirvix.

You feel your stomach having the familiar coil from the past lovemaking minutes. “Gonna cum again? Naughty girl, tsk, tsk, tsk.” The man below you bellows as they slow their thrust, stopping. You whine, grinding trying to create friction. “You know what you need to do sweetheart~” The masked man says, rubbing sensually against you, your walls clinging to him.

“Please fuck me, I love your cocks ramming my holes~ I wanna spray your cocks with my cum~, I need your cocks to fill my stupid cunt and asshole up with your milk~ may I please have all of your delicious cum?~” you say, looking into the masked man’s eyes, your eyes glistening as they plead with neediness and pure rut. They laugh, looking at each other before slamming back into you the masked man lifting his ski mask up to suck your lips, you moan and grind as the bubbling feeling of your climax was close. “Fucking cum like a good girl!” You cum on command, exploding your hot squirt over their cocks, splashing your juices around as they pound you through your climax. The man under you groans, feeding you his hot load after 3 long thrust. “Fuck… not gonna-“ the masked man grunts, ramming his cum deep inside your pussy, his heavy load making your stomach full. Fuck…you’re intoxicating…” the masked man whispers as his head bumps against yours, his eyes penetrating into yours. You smile, kissing his lips some more before the man under forces your face into his, kissing his lips as you roll your hips into their cocks. They unload their cocks out of your holes, leaving them to instantly leak cum. You flop onto the center of your bed, the men falling beside you smirking as they rested their heads on their hands, admiring your fucked out body. “What do you say princess?” They ask, surrounding you as you lay between them.

“Thank you~”

And to think they were here to steal from a pretty slut like you.

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AN:) Hey guys, I wanted to say how happy I am we reached 200+ followers! I meant to make this post sooner but with school I find it hard to maintain a regular schedule. (I really wanted to do kinktober! (*´Д｀*), anyway, thank you sm for the support and I’m glad to be making content that you guys enjoy! If you have any suggestions on what you’d like the 200+ special to be, I’m open! (If not I’ll probably end up doing a 2-part post with 2 different characters.)

#yandere #yanderecore #fanfic #cybercl0ne #masked men #masked man #hornyposting #hornyaf #200 followers #tumblr milestone #smut #smut x reader #mask kink #face mask #mask #commission #female #female reader #fantasy

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Mine. // Stalker Shigaraki x f!reader // Part: 1

Summary: shigaraki has you in his arms and doesn’t plan on letting you go.

TW: 18+, stalking, non-con (rape), knife play, mentions of breeding, size kink

You wake up hazy and not in tune with much of anything. It’s pitch black and the atmosphere feels cold and thin. You frantically tried to remember the events that led you to this predicament but came up short when you blanked.

“Finally, you’re awake. I started to think I gave you to big of a dose.” A voice echos. You move your head in an attempt to identify the scratchy par-asocial voice. When you head the small chuckle the mystery man let out your mind glazed through the horrors that you forgot. You tried to move your arms and legs but quickly found out that they were bound. You mustered up your pride and opened your lips to beg.

“please just let me go. I won’t tell anyone anything. I’m begging you-“ you plead, rambling unknowing what the intention of this man was. Your face felt sweaty with fear as you felt the man’s hand graze your body. His hand tracing your collar bone, slowly traveling down your sly, clothed breast and down to your sleek calves. You shivered unintentionally under his touch, his slim cold fingers still feeling present on your skin.

“I’ve waited so long to have you. 2 years darling…~” the man says, lowering his fingers to uncover the blindfold that was attached to your face. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness you say clearly of the man’s features. His blue and frizzy hair that looked unkempt, his slim appearance with an ounce of lean muscle, defined enough. “W-why are you doing this?” You cry out, looking for sympathy in the situation. But when you say the way his eyes were shielded by hearts and sinister thoughts you knew there was no sympathy to be given.

“To be honest I’m not so sure myself. I saw you one day and knew you were different from everyone else. You had a spark that ignited something in my dim world. I’d only been in your presence for a second but it felt as if I’d known you my entire life.” He rambled, his tent in his pants growing as you squirm to get away from this all to creepy confession. You swear you saw him drool as he confessed, his face locked on yours.

“I know this isn’t ideal but it’s something that we’ll work on together, and maybe soon you’ll even warm up to your new life, then we can start our family. Oh I can’t wait to stuff you full of my cock and breed your cunt.~”

you shiver on the last part, your eyes growing but as you realize your situation. You looked around for any sign of life. You screamed as loud as you could, tugging and fighting against the hard restraints. Shigaraki rushed to close your mouth, wrapping the blindfold over your mouth.

“Darling I know this is a hard adjustment but trust me when I say screaming is not in your favor. If you wanna make it through our first time together without losing your tongue I strongly suggest keeping that voice down.” He warns, flashing his knife to your face. Your wide eyes trace it, mewling and whimpering as it drew closer to your cheek. you tried to protest as best you could, only gurgling nonsense through the gag in your mouth. “I’ve wanted to touch your precious body while you were awake for so long baby.~ I promise we’ll have lots of fun.” He says as he traces your chest with his lips. You whimper under the weird sensation of skin to skin, as you try to wriggle away. For the moment you completely ignore the fact that this man is responsible for all the weird and unexplained events that happen in your life that you always quickly dismissed. You squirmed harder, yelling muffled curses at him as tears fell down your face. “I wouldn’t be so quick to move.” He warns, bringing his knife with his lips as he moves to your supple breast, kneeding your nipple through the cheap thin fabric. You continue to whimper and fuss under the gag, it getting darker as it collects stray spit.

“it’s so lovely to hear you sing whimpers for me~ I want to take your gag off? Can I do that darling? Can I trust you’ll be a good girl and not scream?” You don’t respond as you continue to mewl under his touch, feeling and watching as he closes in on your pussy. Shigaraki unwraps your gag off your mouth, his face leaning into yours as his fingers glide to your wet panties.

you shake your head, closing your eyes in embarrassment, not wanting to see the man’s face as he smirked. “All for me baby? Your all soaked for me? I’m flattered.” He snickered as he took off your clothes, your bottom half coming off first, your upper half growing goosebumps as he shook it off of you. He slipped your homemade gag off in the process.

“p-please don’t I-I’ve never done anything like this before…” you whisper, your face feeling heated as you admit it. If Shigaraki could he would cum right now, the only stopping him is that he was saving it for you. So much of his cum wasted on his hand when it could be inside your body, a piece of him with you no matter where you are. Not that you’ll be going anywhere anytime soon.

“don’t worry we’ll go nice and slow~ at least I’ll try.” He added, whisking his fingers over your unprotected pussy, your slick coating his finger as he pushes it past your barrier. You arch your back instinctively, his long fingers reaching places you wouldn’t have thought they could go.

“I knew you’d like my fingers darling, I’ve seen the way you masterbated. Never being truly fulfilled by rubbing your poor clit. You need someone to satisfy you.” He ranted. Your pussy only grew more wet as he explained while thrusting his fingers in and out of you. “p-please… I-I don’t want it!” You begged, huffing as you pleaded, your body betraying you as a wet spot grew on the bed.

Shigaraki laughed, adding another finger in while thrusting his thumb onto your clit. You screeched, moaning for him to stop. “You know you can’t deny me! It’s what your body wants. You might be spewing no but your body tells me what you really want. What you need.” He monologues, giving your pussy a strong slap. You both listen to how your cunt squirts a small amount. You feel your stomach coiling as his hands speed up, your cunt squeezing around as he hits plush parts of your organs.

“I-I can’t hold it any longer! I-I’m gonna-“ you groan, closing your eyes tightly as you squeeze against his hand feeling yourself lose control. “yes baby, that’s it, cum on my fingers like the happy slut you are.” He says, placing his face close to your cunt to get front row seats to your cum. You rut your hips into his fingers as they ram their way in and out of you. As you arch your back you release, squirting hard over his fingers and face. You stick your tongue out as your mind goes blank. You’d never felt that way in your life, you saw mini sparks flying through your vision as your clit throbbed. Shigaraki happily slurped any parts of you he could catch, cunt hungry as he went into your pussy to suck and prod at your pussy for more of your sacred juices. You moaned, trying to shield them with your hand over your mouth, your cunt hitting his mouth heavily. “It seems like your sweet pussy wants this.” He chuckled under his breath, lapping up the last of your juices. You flinch as he gives your lips a hard smack, your slick bouncing off of your needy cunt as it clenches around nothing. “P-please just let me go… I-I promise I won’t tell anyone if you let me-“ He quickly hushes you by pressing his lips on yours.

“Darling why would you wanna leave now? The fun’s just starting. This is just the beginning of our new life together!~” He rambled, kissing back down your body as he stroked his cock above your pussy, his pre cum dripping down your stomach. You observed his dick, watching as it twitched while you made consistent eye contact. Your eyes grew wide as he leaned his tip into your slit, lining it against you. You felt the small yet tense pressure as he gently pressed it against you. “N-no way! I-it’s not gonna fit!” You shrieked, wriggling around. Shigaraki pressed his hand down on your thigh, gripping you in place. “It’s bigger than it looks. I’ll make it fit baby, don’t worry you just lay down and keep crying tears for me~” he teases, stroking your face with his available hand. You shook your head, groaning at the tight intrusion as Shigaraki starts plowing through your cunt.

You arched your back, feeling your body set on fire as he kept going. Your eyes could shed tears fast enough as shigaraki finally bottomed out, finally inside you. You panted hard as Shigaraki paused for a quick intermission, taking the time and to kiss up and down your face, peppering you in praise. “You’re doing so damn good, taking my cock like a good girl. I told you it would fit baby, don’t you see my cock bulging your stomach, twitching just for you? Isn’t it beautiful?” He questions, staring at you smiling as brightly as possible while you closed your eyes and begged for this all to be some really fucked lucid dream. The searing pain went slightly down, your wincing slowly turning into neediness. Shigaraki took note on your reaction and took it as a sign to continue. “Is my cock hungry whore desperate for more? I guess all that begging was for foreplay.” He adds, coming close to your ear, rutting gently in and out of you, your stomach squeezing at every vein that hits past your walls. Shigaraki bends down to your face, kissing you passionately, also taking the advantage to thrust. You moan into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue as he locks his lips with yours. “Does it feel good honey? Do you like your lovers fat cock ramming inside you?” He playfully teases, pulling all the way out before slamming back in with a speedy pace. You cry out, for what you can’t be sure anymore. At first it was about being let go but now your mind was blank and the only thing stopping you from passing out from the rough pace was shigaraki’s soft yet menacing voice, scratching at your ears in the right place. You nod hesitantly, tears blinding you from clearly seeing his face. He grunts, his cock twitching as if he’s about to explode. “I said…” he winded up, pulling out of you and rubbing his tip on your clit, his twitching rose colored tip glazing your bruised hole. “Do you like my cock ramming inside you?” You wriggle to purposely pop his cock where it belongs, only to look desperate. You whine, feeling your close climax winding down, your cunt clenching around nothing. “Say it baby so I can stuff your pretty cunt~” “Say it so you can cum with me…” He glares, waiting for your words to fall from your lips, his red eyes blazing down on you. “Y-yes! Yes I love your big fat cock ramming into my little cunt!” You give in, swallowing your shame for sweet release that awaited you. Shigaraki made no attempts to hide how pleased he was with your lewd confession, slowly yet happily sliding his cock deep in your cunt, easily gliding to your cervix. You arch your back, the tense shock of intimacy driving you mad. Shigaraki loses control, feeling your neediness for him drove him over the edge as he grips your thighs, taking a bite of them as he pounds you crazily. Your tits bounce around so hard you get fearful they might come off. Shigaraki kisses praises into your collarbone, biting and licking it, leaving his mark as he feels himself drawing close. “g-gonna cum…g-gonna cum again!” You scream, clenching onto his shoulders, looking down at your pussy getting demolished by the fuck machine above you. “Shigaraki! D-don’t stop! God so good!” You say, your nerves sensitive as Shigaraki grunts, his eyes filled with desire as he dives for your perked breast, biting the hyper sensitive nipple.

“gonna cum to baby, cum on my cock. Go on, cum for your man!” He shouts, feeling himself drive over the edge. You cum, closing your eyes as they spark. He follows close behind, slamming on last time as deep as he can inside you, unloading his cum. You touch your stomach, tired and fucked out, you feel the warmth that burrows inside you as shigaraki slowly pulls out, his cock still twitching. He lays beside you, wrapping his arm around your naked body, his other hand holding your waist tight. “So fucking good, you’re such a good girl…” he whispers, kissing your hair, falling asleep.

As you come down from your high, your heart goes back to sinking, your pussy inflated with cum that’s still dripping out, and your mind a jumbled mess. You stare into the darkness, deciding that you’d wait a couple of minutes, hell, hours for him to fall asleep before you try and get up and move.

The clock shined bright, 6:00 A.M, the only thing in the room with light. You slowly got up, plucking his hand from your body carefully. Shigaraki rustles, grunting as he tightens for a second. His face growing into a scowl before he transitions back into a peaceful rest. You sigh a short lived breath of relief, not wanting to think about the consequences if he found you doing this. You got up, walking. You didn’t know where you were walking to. You didn’t even know if you were in an apartment anymore, you did know you needed to keep moving. So that’s what you did. “If I can just find anything…” you whispered to yourself, a sad attempt to soothe your fears. You felt like you were walking on pins, taking any wrong step could result in him waking-

“going somewhere?” Shigaraki said blank. His voice was flat and surprising. You jumped and didn’t dare look behind you, knowing whatever face he was making, he wasn’t gonna be any happier to see yours like this. He doesn’t wait for your reply, instead gripping your hair rough and clicking his tongue, disappointed. “Y/n I’m not new to this. I’ve stalked you for a long time now, you don’t think I wouldn’t notice that you weren’t sleeping? I’m almost hurt more by the fact you’d try that on me more than I am about your little “attempt” to leave me.” You kick and scream, shouting every curse in the book but he doesn’t respond, only gripping your hair tighter and dragging you down the hall. “I was just getting a drink! I-I wasn’t leaving! I-I needed to pee really bad I-“ He cuts you off, throwing you in a room. It’s almost as dark as the one you were just in, the only light that sourced you was the natural light of the sun that beamed through a very small window. “When you’re ready to behave and come out with a changed attitude we’ll try again. Until then, I’d recommend getting better at tricking me, don’t worry you’ve got a few days to practice.” He says, closing and locking the door quickly before his quiet footsteps leave you alone.

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cybercl0ne · 6 months

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Would u write any more masked men smut?

Yeah definitely. There’s no way I won’t have another day where the thought of masked men ramming me comes in my mind so bad I have to write it down. So yeah, expect more of it.

#yandere #yanderecore #fanfic #cybercl0ne #commission #anon ask #anon <3 #anons welcome #masked men #masked man #unholy thoughts

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cybercl0ne · 6 months

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6-1 // army x f!reader

Summary: you get trapped in an elevator with 6 hot masked men, what could go wrong?

Tw: gangbang, double penetration, pure porn, 18+, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, no jimmy, creampies (possible impreg?), squirting, degradation, Cum. Everywhere. Multiple orgasm.

You were running late. Like really late and you knew rushing up 10 flights of stairs was not happening. You decided to call for the elevator instead, guessing that your boss would cut you some slack depending on your excuse.

As you elevator ringed, the rusty, grinding wires weary hilt in front of you, opening the door to welcome you only to see 6 masked men standing, staring blankly at you, waiting for you to get on. You feel flushed at how weirdly attractive these men looked, their gear making them look buffed and their faces covered by black mask, only keeping their majestic eyes available.

They hold the elevator for you, steeping on you squirm in a small circle around them, they give you space like you were foreign to them. “Thanks guys.” You nervously laugh, going immediately silent as you feel their eyes soften, a glint of unknown lust festering as well. “No problem little lady.” One says seductively, eyeing you, keeping contact as you stand in awe at how his voice rumbled through you. You nod, and hold your head down, trying to make the high tension settle down. All hell breaks loose when the elevator suddenly stops and you drop your smartphone, bending down to reach it, unintentionally giving a show to the men around you. Your skirt hiking up just barely before your ass, showing a corner of your colorful panties. One of them whistle another fall into line with sounds of amusement, one in front of you, you caught readjusting his clear hard on.

“My god, what a nice view..~” one calls out, the others joining in a laugh. Your body felt warm, your lower body growing in heat as these hot men surround you, ready to pounce.

“we’re you just waiting for us to jump on you little lamb?” Another questions. One wraps their hand around your waist, feeling your hips up and down, staring into your eyes for approval. As soon as you give your small nod and whimper the men ravenge you.

“You dirty little slut, getting on an elevator, waiting for someone like us to come along to destroy your little body.” They spit out, gripping your ass, one groping at your tits, pooling them out of your bra. You squeal as you feel your cunt getting more needy, your panties getting sticky with your slick. One of them proceed you rip your professional tights, another man going in for a kiss, staring their deep brown eyes into yours, kneeding your clothed clit as the others worked to get the rest of your articles of clothing out of the way, whipping their own cocks out. “grab my cock you little bitch!” A blue eyes one demands, his heavy British accent making you moan. “Look at her. She’s enjoying getting manhandled! Get my cock in her mouth, see if she’s smiling then?” He slaps your face, slapping his cock on your face. You poke your tongue out, focused on the pre that sticks to your cheek as he slaps it deeper onto your skin, groaning, rubbing it up and down your lips, teasing you.

“I’m gonna taste this sweet cunt, I just know it’s wet and ready for me~” a slim yet buff man replied, stroking his own cock as he rips your panties straight off, his gloved finger glazing your tight hole, his warm and slimy tongue taking its place. “Put your fucking hand on my cock, bitch!” One yells in another heavy accent, his cock way to big to fit in your hand, you attempt to grasp onto his cock, sliding your hand back and forth, your eyes rolling back as you choke down another man’s cock, his hairs prickling your nose as he stuffs himself deep. You clench around nothing as your pussy gets demolished. Feeling yourself on the edge of squirting, you scream out your moan through getting your throat pounded while fisting 2 other men’s cocks.

“Oh the little girls getting close!” The man attending to your cunt stops, and announces. Erupting a slap and a laugh from everyone. Slaps to your ass, face and pussy. You squirm as your climax was so close, them teasing you by slapping around your poor aching pussy. “Awe, baby girl wants to cum? Do you wanna cum baby?” One man says, pampering your face with kisses, his stubble tickling your face. Unable to speak with your cock stuffed mouth you nod.

“Use your fucking words baby.. what do you want? Tell daddy so he can give it to you…” he whines, using his now ungloved fingers to rub up and down your slit, his thumb grazing your clit.

The man pops his cock out of your mouth, shifting to your tits, as 3 other men use your hands and thighs. “p-please.. p-please let me cum!” You yelp, begging with teary half lidded eyes. As you beg you stick out your tongue for a man that jerks his cock over your face, his eyes squinting, telling you he’s close. He moans and finally shoots his hot cum out all over your face, it splurting on your open tongue and one of your eyes. The rest of the men join in, cumming on different parts of your body. One man slapping his cock on your ass, cumming alongside it. Another letting it out on your hands. The man that was in charge of your pussy starts up, tonging you until you feel that white peak, clenching around his slithering tongue, his ball-shaped piercing hitting your clit just right. “C-cumming!” You yell, shaking intensely as you squirt all over the bottom man’s face. The biggest man, lifts you up between your orgasm, making your squirt spray everywhere, drenching the boys as the big man lines himself up with your small, tight pussy, his cock twitching as it meshes in your juices, tapping lightly on your cunt.

“That’s a good girl, letting it rain like a fountain baby!” The man says, kissing your agape mouth. You feel like you’ve been fucked dumb even though you know that these men have just started their satisfaction. You looked down, seeing the big man’s cock, you immediately started to realize that he was the biggest for a reason. His cock twitched at the attention. The men laughed.

“To big for you princess?”

“Gotta make sure to stuff you nice and good honey…”

“I can’t wait to get a taste of that.” all around the men were commenting. Some with sweet replies, others with want and need, they all wanted a piece of you, rubbing their cocks in unison as the big man inches you down on his fat dick.

“N-no! I-it won’t fit!~” you screech, feeling your cunt being slip apart by the big man. “So…damn…tight…” the big man whispers in your ear, moaning heavily. “gonna stuff you so full of my seed that your stomach will grow.” He chuckles deeply, while bottoming out, stuffing you all the way down that you can’t even make a noise at first, only broken moans as your tits bounced from the recoil.

“She’s loving it! Look at her face, she can’t even process how fucked dumb she’s getting!” One points out, stroking his cock harder. “Careful, we don’t want her to break too easily~” another one joins in, groaning at the show he was getting. You felt your insides being rearranged, putting your hand to your stomach, you feel the bulge that dives in and out ever time the man harshly pumps his cock in and out of you. You heave and huff through it, bending your head back to kiss his groaning lips. As you make out with the man with his mask halfway up you feel his rhythm only growing more sloppy and harder, your tits flopping around uncontrollably as he pounds you.

“don’t take all the fun, let me enjoy that sweet cunt!” One interjects, closing into your face, smirking. The big man that was currently demolishing your insides laughs and suddenly stops, popping his cock out of your pussy. You whimper at the sudden empty feeling of his warm twitching cock not blanketing your cunt.

“Don’t worry sweet girl, you’ll be double stuffed in a minute.” You squirm at the tone and way he said it, looking in your eyes, kissing your lips deeply as he adjust himself to your pussy, the big man aiming at your ass, still holding you up.

“Sure you can take it little lamb?” A background man adds, coming up to you, using your bent thighs to stroke his cock. Another one tags along to your other thigh, some staying back, enjoying their front row seats to the show.

Both of the men that stood at your holes entered in at the same time causing you to yell out, tightening and clenching as he tore through your ass while the other guy played through your cunt, fighting his way to your cirvix.

“S-so tight! God damn, you’re gonna break my cock off princess!” He adds, pumping his long hard dick inside you, the big guy rutting deeper inside you. You felt your holes getting violated, being stretched and feeling the searing pain and pressure from them, your stomach showing a faint bulge once again. Juices started to pour out of you, your moans filling the air as they grunted, pounding your holes at an unholy pace.

“p-please n-no… I-I’m gonna break! I-I can’t take it.. w-wanna cum!” You huffed out, feeling yourself getting lost. The rest of the men grunted and moaned, some mixed laughs as they felt themselves getting close to. “don’t worry baby I-I’m close to!” The man pounding your asshole shouts, nibbling on your neck as the one destroying your weeping, leaking pussy grunts in approval, heading toward the same climax. As you feel yourself being overstimulated, drawing to close to cumming they both cum at the same time, both your ass and cunt getting pumped full of hot milky cum. You felt yourself tipping over the edge but as soon as he popped out of you another man entered you, finishing inside you as well.

“We all gotta take turns cumming in that pretty cunt~” one man says, exiting your warm, clenching pussy as another enters in, thumping inside you, unloading his hot seed. You felt your stomach about to burst as you also felt your cunt driving over the edge, your legs going limp as your eyes rolled back.

as the last man came inside you, you reached your climax, squirting a ton, pushing some of the fresh hot cum out with it. The men kissed all over your fucked out body, whispering sweet words into your ear, breast, thighs, and neck. You giggled, mind fucked and still squirting, coming down from the long high as the elevator finally opened. “That was fun, I hope we can do it again sometime~” the big man said, climbing out of the elevator with the rest of his friends who already readjusted themselves while you laid, displayed and completely fucked out on the elevator floor.

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cybercl0ne · 7 months

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Mine. // Stalker Shigaraki x f!Reader // Part: Sequel

Summary: Shigaraki has been stalking you for a while now, getting confident enough to get close to you.

Tw: 18+,stalking, non-con somnophilia

You never questioned anything weird that happened in your life. Anytime something bad happened you decided it was something bound to happen and there’s nothing you can do about it. So when you found a weird and unexplainable stain on your underwear you shrugged it off and went to bed, deciding it was probably something you had dropped on it and forgot to clean it. Tonight would be no different, you were the same you always had been. Dangerously Unaware.

As you laid your head down and fell into a sleep that Shigaraki was sure you weren’t gonna wake up from he pounced into your room, his lusting eyes sizing you up and down as the adrenaline rushed through his body. “My sweet, sweet love we’re finally going to be together.” His eyes laid on your heaving form, watching as you squirmed to face him unintentionally. The thought that you “consciously” faced him made his heart flutter. He knew he needed to satiate himself and stroking his cock over you sounded tempting.

he debated with himself, deciding that it’d be quick. He pulled his already hard cock out of his pants, his cock leaping for joy at the sight of you, unaware of his presence. “Your so fucking beautiful love~ I just want to wrap myself in your body and make you mine~” he whispered to you as his thrusts and pumps became faster and sloppier. As he felt himself drawing near his release he made sure to not drop cum on you, stifling his moans into his black hoodie as he came into his tissue.

After a few moments of him calming himself down he noticed how his cock stayed hard. He felt it throb with anticipation, wanting no. Needing to feel inside you.

As his cock twitched over you, his mind grew hazy as he gently lifted the blanket off of your sleeping form. He knew at this point that this was a new low even for him and debated holding it off until he could consciously have you in his arms but his cock was leaking and begging for you. “You don’t mind, do you sweetheart? I know you’re a virgin but you’d want me to pop your cherry wouldn’t you?” He asks, not really expecting an answer, as he groped your chest. You wriggle in your sleep, fighting back waking up as he flinched, deciding that he’d have you when you were completely awake, wanting the moment to be as special for you as it is for him. With that he kissed your forehead, taking his leave and fading into the night.

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The next morning you wake up groggy and tired, trying to adjust the way your bra was somehow over your breast. As you shrugged it off you got out of your dingy pajamas clothes to change into dingy work clothes. You groaned and heaved as you flung yourself to the city transport train, counting down the minutes the train would be late this time. “I really need to get a new way to work.” You groaned to yourself, tiredly flinging yourself onto the train. As you took your seat you noticed the same people you usually did. The angsty metal head teen that always sat by the mysterious window with their headphones blasting a tad too loud, as you could sometimes depict what song they were listening today. And the coffee man, the guy who always came onto the train with his steamy hot coffee from somewhere local get it does no effect as you always catch him nodding off anyway.

You beamed at the motivation to make today worth living as you sat settled in your seat, ignoring the out of place character that was Shigaraki. how would you notice him, a hoodie that screams “killer stalker”, a constant need to hide his face, calling for attention, and his weird choice of seating weirdly next to you as there were many other places to sit. Every red flag about that man went obliviously unnoticed as you happily offered the seat next to you, with a smile on your face.

“Thanks.” The one worded man said as he found himself being unable to speak, Shigaraki’s first big move after sneaking into your house. He knew he had seen you around, followed you, and some… but he had never actually gained the courage to talk to you, let alone get so close to you while you were awake.

The rest of the ride was in silence as you checked glances at the questionable neighbor that you caught eyeing you more than a couple of times, you subtly checked to make sure you weren’t getting the wrong idea and had a spot of food on your face or something but found nothing.

As the train rolled to a screeching stop all the flooding passengers fled to where they needed to be, including you. You departed from the train, making your long walk to work.

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You sighed a breath of relief as the shift being over dawned closer and closer. You wiped down the last table before closing and gathering your stuff to leave.

Normally when walking home you knew you felt a sense of unease, but you always played it as paranoia, or a natural sense of human overthinking. As you ignored your settling gut on the instinct you find yourself walking down the dimly lit street to the train station, finding a sort of relief when it was in view. Just as you were about to reach the bright and populated station a hand tapped your shoulder.

Spooked you flashed around, your senses on alert. “Sorry didn’t mean to sneak up on you, I just recognized you from the train station earlier.” The tall, lanky, suspicious man said. You didn’t have to try hard to remember who he was, counting you had let him sit right next to you.

“oh yes, you walking to the station to?” You asked, trying to calm your nerves enough to keep conversation. For some reason you found yourself uncomfortable and confused. “Nobody lives down this street… let alone come down here. The nearest store/ restaurant was back almost a half mile away and we were closed….”

you tried to think rational, fighting with your mind as you didn’t want to make and jump to conclusions so easily.

“Where are you coming from on such an uneventful night?” You ask, keeping up a smile. The man shivered as he collected his thoughts. “Just thought a nice walk before heading home.” He said, looking back at the train station. You nodded as you looked back to the train that you counted was bound to pull up in a few minutes.

“Should we walk to the station together then?” You suggested, mentally slapping your face as you made a mistake, you only wanted to leave the awkward and weird conversation, not invite it on a long and possibly more weird conversation.

The man happily nodded, both of you moving in a pace too slow to catch a train. Shigaraki knew this, asking you questions for you to slow and think about as he stalled for more time. He tried desperately to hide his hard dick as it shifted at the sight of you, your natural smell of sweets and the way you were so cutely unaware. As you reached the train station you had concluded it to be too late. You sighed in agitation before glancing to find people. No one. Shigaraki would jump up and down for joy if he weren’t trying to blow his cover right now but he holds it, taking in your precious thinking state. “You know I could drive you home if you wanted.” He suggested. He looked at your face and waited for a response as you contemplated.

You knew the pros and cons of traveling with a complete stranger, let alone one as weird and strange as him but you saw that the next train wasn’t until dawn and if this man was willing to help then you’d be inclined to take it, flipping a mental coin in your head, you landed on tails, nodding and following him to his car as he led you.

The drive was quiet, you observed your surroundings at all times, making sure to make sure he takes the right turns and swirls down streets to the train station, as you gripped your phone tight. You didn’t trust anyone enough to do this but desperate as you were, you made due. As you rounded a streetlight you blanked thinking. “Why would he take the train if he has a car?…” you glanced over at the man mortified , as he was now smiling.

“you caught me darling~” he chuckled. Before you could protest he stuck you with a quick needle, making you dizzy as you fell unconscious.

I guess you should’ve went with heads.

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cybercl0ne · 8 months

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A Duty to Owe // Ghost x Medic!female reader // One-shot // 18+

Summary: You're reunited with Ghost after he ends up in your care.

TW: Angst at beginning, 18+, Swearing, names used: baby, good girl, love, etc., gunshot wound(s), p in v, potential impreg, unprotected sex.

You were notified of another patient in a mild condition. Abruptly the staff only door blasted open with a frantic co-worker flashing their attention in your direction.

“Y/n we need you, stat!” They yelped. You laid the freshly ground coffee on the table and sped off into the ER room, giving a reassuring nod to the frantic co-worker that sped off with you.

“What’s the status?” You demanded, getting on your gloves as you entered the room. Not yet seeing the patient before you and the group.

“Mild to critical. Tactical wounds, several.” The tech next to you added.

“Any stray bullets?” You ask pulling up your surgical mask, scrambling for the respective tools.

“One clean through, two other punctured lower arm and left abdomen.”

You finally get a clean view at your patient. It was Simon. Simon “Ghost” Riley. You knew it was bound to happen one day. The infamous “Ghost” getting hit and in need of medical help. Although he probably was defiant to the bitter end of his consciousness.

“Alright let’s get to work, I need forceps.” You claim, taking a big sigh before readying yourself.

Ghost stirred awake as you lifted his shirt to get a view at the healing process.

“Well good morn’ to you to Y/n.” He gruffly stroked out. You didn’t realize how much it spooked you to hear his voice after being in his room multiple times with dead silence.

“Like the view that much?” He teased, a small groan escaping his lips as you prodded at his wounds.

Ignoring his small antic you continue to trail your cold fingers up and down his abdomen. Ghost shivers under your cold yet slim and gentle hands. His rough, war raged hands flew to his shirt, pulling it down to “end” your little examination.

“Hey, stop being fussy. The only view I’m interested in is this bullet wound.” You counterfeit. You slapped his hand away, finally meeting face to face with him. You saw his eyes flash with fiery emotions. He always did love the attitude you struck him with.

“You did a good job doc.”

“Thanks Simon.” You slyly snuck in, smiling at him before looking back at his raw scratched up chest. He gruffed in disprovement.

“Y’know I don’t want you calling me that.” He whispered, trying to sit up straight.

“And you don’t want me to check your clearly attention needed wounds. Pick one.”

“Fucking minx..” he whispered, closing into your ear. You jumped, jumping up out of the seat that you pulled up next to him.

“Simon!” You said flushed as you readjusted yourself.

Simon just gave you a shit eating grin as his arms looped around your waist, pulling you in.

“M’ sorry, ya big baby.” He continues as you slowly fall into his arms.

“You gonna let me finish checking on my patient?” You ask condensing. You roll your eyes as you watch how ghost shrugs.

“Maybe, depends. Is it me?” He teases. He finally let’s go reluctantly as you roll your chair back to you, this time focusing on his buff arm.

“How’s Soap and the rest of the team.” You change the subject. You hadn’t seen them in forever and missed the way Końig would make jokes about your accent. And how Soap and you could stay up for hours talking about nothing.

“There fine, but now that you mention soap..” he adds.

“You should join us on base and field again.”

“Ghost you know I don’t do that anymore.” You sulk. You remember the endless amount of people you couldn’t save, the eyes you’d look into watching them fade into the other side.

“I know, just think about it. You can shoot like you got a damn head, your a fucking divine medic. And I- we need people like you on the team.” He tries to get you to look at him as he pampers you with praise.

“Ghost I’m sorry your medics are shit but that’s not my problem. It’s different when your behind the scenes, cleaning up after the bloodshed.” You whined. It’s not that you didn’t miss everyone and lost your lust for saving people live, but you didn’t think you could mentally do it anymore.

Ghost finds his hands to your waist again, knowing that normally he’d never get this close to other people. But you weren’t other people. You were special.

“It’s been three years. Three fuckin’ years since I’ve seen you Y/n. I don’t wanna have to take another bullet to see you again.” You scoffed lightly.

“Is that what you did. You risked your life to end up in here to see me?”

“No, I just requested that you work on me.” He says, closing in, wanting to giggle at your worried and pouty face.

You watched as his face fell closer to yours. You slowly felt yourself closing into him. “You know your impossible right?” You scoff, staring at his juicy lips. His mask just barely covering his nose. you went limp as Simon kissed you while laughing. You fell into the way your lips smacked so sensually against each other. He used his oversized hand to guide you onto him.

“W-wait Si, we can’t…” you whimper into his mouth. He peeked his eyes open as he ignored your pleas, watching you try to fight against him.

“Come on baby, scared someone’s gonna walk in? That never stopped you before.” You would’ve been lying if you said your heart didn’t do a somersault. You once again lost complaint and continued to kiss him while you straddled him.

“Don’t know how much I missed this, n’ you.” He added, unbuttoning your classy uniform.

You grinded into his already bulky bulge feeling the way it’s veins made themselves visible from underneath his boxers.

As sounds of you both kissing filled the room a sudden knock infiltrated the atmosphere.

Shit. You both thought at the same time as you scrambled to button your shirt back, and Simon readjusting his all to obvious hard on.

“Doctor Y/n? Are you here?” One of your intern nurses asked timidly.

“Y-yes, I’m here h-hang on a minute.” You spoke, trying to regain yourself. As you composed yourself you opened the door and talked with the nurse about diagnostics.

As she left you faced your heated attention to Simon who was impatiently waiting for your return.

“I’m asserting a week of bedrest.” You assign with your clipboard from the nurse.

“No can do sweetheart.” He shakes, clearly disapproving.

“Well it’ll have to do because I don’t want you moving out of bed Simon Riley.” You put your hands on your hips, finalizing the decision.

“You won’t be getting any action for the rest of this week and some, so get comfortable.” You say patting his leg and motioning out of the room.

“Aww, no goodnight kiss?” He teases on the way out. You calmly walk back and give him a smack on the forehead.

“Goodnight Simon.” You wave with your back turned to him. He chuckles to himself as he rubs his forehead where your touch was.

He also gently rubs his hard on that hadn’t gone away.

You fill your eyes with papers as you feel your eyes getting annoyingly droopy. A sudden knock from your office door wakes you from your doze.

“Mhm, come in.” You say, not looking at the door or the intruder. You instead focus your eyes between the computer full of assignments and papers of documents.

When you finally look up, you see Simon sitting in the chair closest to you, waiting for you to notice him.

“Thought I told you your on bedrest.” You prod, pointing at him with your inked out pen.

“Don’t listen.” He simply put it, shrugging. He stood up, rounding the desk to fit behind you.

“You need sleep darling. You're really gonna need it.” He says, kissing your temple.

You nod, deciding to listen to reason rather than fight on something you know you need.

He gives you a flick to your temple as he walks out of your office as you scowl.

“Goodnight Y/n.” He smirks.

After a long week, you found yourself boarding with Ghost onto a plane, readying yourself for the mission. You’d recognized that it had been awhile since you were out of your element, only really remembering how to shoot on a dime.

“Nervous Y/n?” Końig ask, looming in your direction while toying with his delay device.

“Well you know I haven’t been in this environment for awhile.” You scratch. He gives you a reassured smile.

“You’ll do great y/n.” Soap adds, taking no time to take up as much space next to you as possible.

“As a prize after the mission you should let me take ya’ out to eat.” He slickly adds in. Ghost shoots daggers at Soap, clearing his throat to remind him of his presence.

“Oh i'm sorry LT, did you want to say somethin’?” He flashes a grin towards Ghost. Ghost balls his hand in a fist where he sits.

“Focus on the mission Johnny.” He coldly commands.

“Just makin’ small talk LT.” he smacks his lips before turning to you asking you about a life update.

You oblige and talk with interest as ghost stares deeply at you. Almost enough to want to trade places with Soap. He watches how your eyes shine with enthusiasm to help people. But that’s just who you were. Someone who had light, and wanted to radiate it to others.

When it was time to deploy from the plane, the plane rumbled telling its passengers to jump.

You hastily double check your straps and wraps as you embarrassingly forgot how parachuting works in the last three years. You feel ghost wrap his arms around your leg, searching the work himself. He readjust some small parts, stretching and tightening your waist strap.

“So handy Ghost.” Końig says as he observes how his hands linger on your body a little too long.

“Y’know that ain’t it.” Ghost denies while you and Końig knew it was.

“Yeah it’s not like that końig.”

“You can lie to Soap guys but you can’t lie to me.” “Mexico guys.” He peeks at you two, sharing looks of clear disbelief. You both instantly remembered the steamy incident that happened between you both. You both were sure nobody had heard your pounded screams and desperate mewls but it was a lie since Końig was apparently living proof.

Końig jumps out of the plane a little after having a smirk session with you two.

“You ready?” Ghost nudges. You take a deep breath, nodding. Ghost grabs your hand, pulling you closer to him as he leaps from the still moving jet.

You land on the moist ground, your nose filling with gunpowder and tropical humidity. You pushed up with a teammate. Scoping the area for the injured and enemy.

A sudden explosion takes you by surprise as you pull your teammate who was running in that direction behind a rock. He starts stuttering, breathing heavily, and not being able to focus his eyes on you.

“I-I..h-he.” The man babbled. You slapped him out of his provocative hyperventilation.

“Focus soldier! Your ok!” You shout over the instant gunfire and explosions over the city.

Ghost pulls behind you two soon after, his gun smoking from usage.

“You guys alright?!” He shouts, you nod, focusing and drawing your gun out before shooting a guy that tried to push up to you.

“Good girl!” He praises. You take cover as you hear a sniper try to take your head, just nearly missing by a hair. You draw your walk-ie talkie to announce a sniper on building 5.

“On it!” Końig radios. You then hear a single shot and końig radio again.

“Taken care of, you should be able to push up!” Końig replies. You thank him, logging off.

You command the little team you traveled with to move up, you quickly moved with them, finding your own present in the process. You stab the intruder and move the body to make it your grounding place.

“UAV dropping!” Ghost screams over the radio motioning you and the straggler to move in toward the Churchyard. You run to the steps, seeing Soap protecting his flank as he gets stray bullets.

You cover him, taking out some of the guys that knew his location.

“Thanks Y/n!” Soap mentions to you as you push into the church. Soap follows while Ghost and the man you were with before took behind.

Another explosion landed but this time it was landing right towards the church. You heard the small screech and listened to how close it was.

“SOAP WAI-“ it was to late as your body was launched to the wall, of the courtyard. When you sat up it was all filled with smoke and you were covered in dead grass. You coughed franticly searching for something, anyone. You notice Ghost over in the small corner that he was blown to. You rush to him instantly, checking if he was stable. He chuckles and grabs your arm, telling you he’s alright as he tries to restabilize himself.

You flash your head and see Soap laying of the church steps. You rush towards him, as soon as you got to him fire started opening on you instantly. You hastily pull and lift Soap to safety inside of the confession booths. As you lay him down he smiles at you proving how he’s at least still alive.

It’s not until Ghost rounds the corner that you notice your hurt. A bullet through the abdomen, shit. You turn away from Ghost, trying to assist Soap with your opposite side.

“How bad is it doc?” Soap mumbles.

“Y-you’ll be f-fine..” you shakily breathe out. They both look at you instantly with the same face.

“You ok Lad?” Soap questions. You hide the wound, knowing that if Ghost finds out he’ll get himself killed.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“You got your gun on you Johnny?” He pats his side, showing his small yet effective pistol.

“Never leave home without it.” He chuckles. You observe his leg where he was hit and see that at best it’s a minor sprain, with maybe some stray nails that stabbed his leg. You then see the giant gash that flew inside his leg. It was glass. You wanted to pull it out but instead decided against it so he doesn’t die from blood loss.

You go to grab your radio only to notice how it’s not there. Double shit. “We have to go, Soap protect yourself until we get back!” You command. He nods as ghost and you motion to walk out of the room. You fall back to your knees as the sharp and unignorable pain forced you to sit. You started huffing hard, staring at your hand that covered the wound overflow with blood.

“Shit!” Soap shouts.

Ghost turns around, noticing how you weren’t behind him.

“Fuck! Y/n!” He drops to the floor beside you, dropping his gun in the process.

Soap returns fire to the enemies pushing into the debris filled building.

“Don’t worry I can hold them off!” Soap calls, trying to calm Ghost.

“Fuck sake Y/n!” He grumbles. You uncover your hand to show the wound, you look up at him and motion for your kit.

“S…stop bleeding.” You whispered out, trying to wrap the white bandage around your waist. Ghost’s eyes shared nothing but pain for you as he scrambled to stop the bleeding. You felt your strength weakening as you fell limp in your arms, the burning halting progress.

“No,no,no. Don’t leave me Y/n! Please don’t go! Stay awake love!” He screams. With your little strength you touch his hand that rested on your stomach.

“Ghost. Grab your gun…” he shook his head, defiant till the bitter end, or what felt like the end. You fully went limp, your heavy eyes closing to gain some sort of energy.

“Bravo 07…Ghost what’s going on up there? What’s your status?” Końig calculated.

Ghost grabbed his radio, “Końig! I need medical support now!” Ghost demanded.

“Medical support on the way!” Końig radios back. His voice more frantic.

White noise filled ghost ears as he watched you and Soap getting lifted to urgent care.

Ghost was making Końig dizzy as he paced the room back and forth.

“Ghost she’ll make it. That girls tough as nails.” Końig tried to reason. Ghost was to busy ignoring Końig to think about reason, just thinking about how your limp body was straggled through the ER doors, eyes that didn’t even flutter.

“God..oh god… this is all my fault.” Ghost sighs, finally sitting in one of the chairs that made him look bigger.

“You know you can’t blame yourself.” Końig places his hand on ghost shoulder, sitting down next to him.

“No Końig, it is. I pushed her to come to this wretched mission.” Końig sat in silence as he tried to think about a common answer.

“How’s Soap?” Końig asked, trying to change the subject a little.

“He’s alright.” Ghost sighs, standing up to pace again.

Him and Końig sat in a penetrating silence.

“Y’know when she gets out of this, take her somewhere nice. Treat her to dinner. Something fun.” Końig slouches. Ghost thinks for the first time tonight. ‘Somewhere outside of the field?’ Does such a thing happen? He sat in thought, it was short lived as he knew if you didn’t make it… he couldn’t even bear to think of warm thoughts yet.

“Ghost…she’s her own person, she accepted out of free will. Remember she’s not a child.” Końig said, standing up as Ghost did.

You felt your body lifting in between limbo. It’s be light then heavy, shifting with the tide of the world. You woke up in a strange bed. It was extra strange as the bed was in the middle of a beach. You tried to remember what you were doing as you were in completely different clothes. That’s when you heard the faint sound of laughter. Simons laugh to be specific. You got up, your feet digging into the sand you walked on.

“Stabilize her! I need another set of hands stat!”

You ignore the faint ringing in your head and made your way to Simon. He was standing at the ocean's tip, letting his toes be swept in the shallow bits of the water. The sea was calm and collected as the tide shortened when getting to close to the sand.

“We need blood transfusion! Grab the syringe. She’s losing blood by the minute!”

“Simon?” You call out. Your voice echoed until it reached his ears, his doting eyes turned to you with a smile you’d only seen a number of times.

“Com’ here.” He whispered. You obliged and stood beside him, turning to face him.

“What is this place? What are we doing here?” You asked as he held your hand tightly.

“Extracting the bullet now. Keep her breathing steady!”

“Y/n. Y’know I love you very much.” Simon confessed. You continued to look at him, the waves getting stronger, roaring like your pounding heart.

“…yeah…” you answered. You finally looked forward at the beach that stood before you both.

“Can you see it, love? The sun blazes just right when you look at it here.” He claims as the crashing tides catch wilder. You try to focus on the words he’s saying but with the overwhelming sound of waves crashing and the constant lingering sound of beeping you couldn’t focus at all.

“Si..do you hear that?” You said peeking around trying to find the source of the noise. You looked over to where Simon was, just to realize he’s not there. He was no longer holding your hand, doting on you with a loving look, he was nowhere.

You fell to the ground as the beeping got harder to tune out. “S-Simon I-I’m scared.” You whispered as you curled into a ball on the sand. You felt a shelter build over you as Simon wrapped his body along yours.

“Don’t be scared, just wake up, my love.”

You looked up to see the crashing wave that was high enough to eat you whole, you watched as it swooped down to take you into its den.

You closed your eyes one last time, this time only hearing the faint sound of beeping.

“She’s alive, good job everyone.”

The tired and weary surgeon takes a step out of the Emergency Department as Ghost dashes to the door that he’d been waiting for.

“How is she? Is she ok? Is she alive?” Ghost asked so many questions that the surgeon didn’t bother trying to keep up.

“Sir she’s alive. She’s stable and alive.” The surgeon confirms. Ghost looks at Końig and his face is full of relief. He can tell that Końig didn’t want to run the risk of having to drag a mourning and guilty Ghost home.

Just as Ghost was about to rush off to find you, Soap wheeled in smiling.

“Hey guys, miss me?” He peers. Końig rushes to Soap, excited and telling him how you were ok.

“What room is she?” He asked. The surgeon blinked a couple of times before churning his throat.

“You can’t see her right now sir, I’m afraid it’s against policy-“

“Ya’ think I give a fuck about your policy? If you won’t tell me what rooms she’s in I’ll just find it myself.” Ghost threatened. When he saw that the surgeon wasn’t budging he pushed past him and went on his search to find you.

Końig and Soap lacked behind as they apologized for Ghost behavior, and trying to catch up to him as he kept speeding up.

“So I guess this means the Lad is really off limits.” Soap sulks.

“Yep, unless you want him to put you here.” Końig adds, pushing Soap down the hallway.

You stirred away, stubbornly confined in a cocoon why the tight bedsheets. You felt a numbing pain as you tried to sit up. As you did you saw a blonde fluff laying at the end of your side. Simon rested against your legs, clearly worn out and asleep. It wasn’t long as he instantly shot up at the sudden amount of movement.

“Good morning Ghost.” You smiled as you petted his fluffed hair. He looked at you in disbelief. You snickered at his reaction, Ghost reaching for water to give you.

“Y/n I thought I’d lose you.” Ghost whispered as he clasped onto your face. You smiled loosely at him as you kissed his stubble face.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily, Simon Riley.” You kissed again.

He laughed with guilt, but also overjoyed.

His head hung low as you still held onto his face. You lifted it up making him meet you eye to eye.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, observing how his demeanor wasn’t cold but distant.

“It’s all my fault. I made you go out there. You would have never gotten hurt if it weren’t for me!” He explained, dumping his heavy guilt on top of you.

You clicked your tongue as you melted into his face.

“Simon, it’s not your fault. I wanted to go on this mission, do you know how long I’ve wanted to see you all again? How much I wanted to see you?”

“But-“

“Simon, it's not the first bullet I’ve eaten, and it certainly won’t be the last. What matters is that you can hold me without having to put me in a body bag.” You explain. You watch as he listens to your reason, smiling a gentle smile as he closes in peppering your face with comfort kisses.

He pauses for a minute, taking you in. He slowly leans into your face heading for your lips that he’s wanted to taste since the beginning.

You both melt into each other as you feel the emotion Ghost was implying. It wasn’t a kiss of pure lust, or plain sexual attraction, it was a kiss of fear and passion. The fear that he might lose you if he doesn’t kiss you, and the passion that burned inside him when he was around you.

“Don’t ever leave me again you minx.” He whispered in your ear. You felt your heart flutter as you melted in his arms. You engulfed him in a deep hug, allowing his hands to travel to your waist.

Just as you two were about to get “handsy” a burst through the door knocked the semi romantic moment.

“Końig and Soap!” You cheered. You were glad to see them both ok, as Soap wheeled to your bedside.

“Hey doc. How ya feelin’” Soap questioned.

“Better than I did a few hours ago.” You scratched your head, claiming. The square giggled as you sat with your feet hanging off the bed that Ghost and you were sitting on.

After a few days you were discharged from the hospital, prescribed minor pain meds but other than that you were taken for leave at your job so now was the time for a vacation. You daydream of what you could do now that you had actual time off.

You stepped out of the hospital, only to be met by Ghost. He had left to go back to base a few days ago so your face was puzzled when you saw him in casual clothes, his car pulled to the parking lot, and no one else around.

“Hey Ghost. Didn’t expect to see you here. Thought you were on duty.” You question, still trying to see if Soap or Price was with him.

Ghost sighed, nervous as hell and fidgety.

“No. I asked for timed leave..” you smiled at him, making his heart flutter and finding himself even more nervous.

“That’s good! Lord knows everyone on the team could use timed leave.” You joke.

You motion to an opposite direction as Ghost grabs your arm without warning. You stare at him with patience as he loosens his grip.

“Where are you goin’?” He asked curiously.

“Home, I got a timed leave too. I don’t want to waste it at the hospital.” You joked again.

You watched as Ghost cleared his throat, straightening himself for you.

“Then hop in my car and waste your leave with me.” He finally spat. You felt your face growing with heat as you nodded, accepting and hopping in the car.

You two made small talk on the way home, him talking about what meals he wanted to eat as they didn’t have them on base. You talked about back home and how you sort of missed your family.

As the car rolled to a stop you realized that you both were at a restaurant.

He let your side of the car out, watching you step out and in awe.

“You just wanted to take me out, huh?” You slyly ask, looking over at Ghost.

“You knew and you still teased me, fuckin’ hell.” He playfully who rolled his eyes, latching his arm to yours as you both went into bananbee’s.

As he pulled into his driveway to his house you stepped out of the car to meet him at the front door. “Huh, I didn’t know there was a pin.” You talk to yourself as you fiddle with your shirt.

He walks up shortly after, pulling out a set of keys and unlocking the door. As soon as you both entered he snuck down and started feasting on your lips.

“S-Simon! At least let me take off my jacket!” You squealed as he hungrily kept smacking his lips against yours.

As a reply he just grunted, ripping the annoying jacket off your body. You bumped into the wall as his force on you was so strong. He broke the kiss, panting and wanting.

“You're just gonna eat me like this?” You flirt. He snickers, grinning as he works to declothe his shirt.

“So fuckin’ sweet.” He concluded, pinning you into the wall. You moaned under him as he nibbled and suckled at your precious neck.

“To fucking good sweetheart.” He says, breathing you in. You find your hands traveling through his hair as he fights with your bra, watching your breast pool out, your nipples growing stiff and pointed as the air nipped at them.

He wasted no time in latching his hungry mouth to one of your nipples, sucking and licking at them with hope that maybe you’d draw milk.

You felt your lower half getting wetter at the constant attention this man was giving to your body. You felt how he hit every nerve on your chest, leaving his mark wherever he felt.

You grinded into him, hoping the cause of friction would give Simon the memo.

“Si…I want you. I want it so fucking bad.” You moan out. He stops to stare at your face, begging with neediness.

“My fuckin’ baby want me that bad?” Ghost teases as he unbuckles his strap, letting his pants drop to the floor, freeing his oversized cock.

You squirm to get out of your pants. Your pretty painties soaked to the touch.

“All for me baby?” He grunts as he jerks himself towards your hip. You flex into him, your pussy clenching around nothing as his hand travels between your folds.

“S-Simon your such a tease.” You hiss. He laughs, tapping his middle finger on your sobbing clit. You flinch as he taps, jerking into his hand as he relishes in you.

He pops his finger out of your panties, drawing his fingers in his mouth to taste you. You see his eyes flutter and feel his cock twitch at the taste of you. You don’t hesitate to push your panties to the floor with the rest of your clothes as he grunts.

“Fuck baby… I gotta put it in.” “Sure you can handle me?”

You grind roughly into his cock as a reply, only answering with straggling mewls.

“So fuckin’ needy..” he whispers, grabbing his fat cock and stroking it aside your pussy. He lifts you up against the wall as he props you above his cock. You already felt your mind slipping as he lowered you onto him, his tip barely inside of you making you want to cum.

He thrust deep inside you, bottoming out as you both shouted. You slured his name, your mind only thinking about getting fucked.

“Good girl..my good girl.” He says as he starts pounding you against his wall. The rough pattern of his thrusting making you cock drunk.

“Fuck baby.. I can see your stomach bulging. You look so cute with my cock inside of you.” You whimper as he kisses you roughly and with passion. The taste of you stil, faintly on his tongue.

You feel the coil in your stomach lurk even tighter as you feel yourself giving into pleasure.

“G-gonna…g-gonna cum Si!” You practically scream out.

Ghost fastens his pace as you feel him twitch.

“M-me to baby.. fuck! Cum with me baby!” He screams as he pounds you harder. You grasp onto his back, leaving scratches along it.

He gets to his final thrust and unloads inside of you. You feel yourself give in and squeeze tight around him, cumming.

“I can feel it.” You breathe out, feeling up and down your stomach from how much he came inside you.

You felt his cock soften inside of you as cum started to drip down his cock.

He grabbed your limp body, taking you into the bedroom with him still inside of you.

Ghost gently pulled out of you, unplugging the supply of cum that he’d filled you with. You winced at the empty feeling it gave you.

“Don’t worry baby. There’ll be plenty more times when I can plug you full of my cock.” He teased, kissing your lips softly. You snicker as you get up to go to the bathroom to wash up. After a while you find Ghost in bed waiting patiently for you. You crawl into bed beside him as he flicks on the tv.

He wraps his arm around your waist as he spoons you, gently sliding his cock inside you again. You slowly fall asleep watching tv, Ghost notices and kisses you gently on the head before turning off the tv and falling asleep next to you.

A/N: Hey guys! I hope this one is WAY better than the last Ghost one :} Also credit to @Valbrainrot on TikTok for giving me the idea. This one shot is based off of their account.

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cybercl0ne · 9 months

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Ghost oneshot???

I’ve been meaning to post about ghost because I’m slowly being dragged back into an obsession with this man but idk if the next post is worth it tbh. I guess I’ll let y’all be judge of that (I’m trying to fight though my writers block so hard (-᷅_-᷄๑)

#yandere #yanderecore #bnha #fanfic #cybercl0ne #mha fanfiction #boku no hero x reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod x reader #ghost cod #john soap mactavish #call of duty #commission #shitpost

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cybercl0ne · 10 months

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PLEASE PART 6 OF “Falling For a Dead Rose” OF THE SHIGARAKI FIC! I LOVE IT SO MUCH I NEED ANOTHER PARTT ❤️❤️❤️

I'm so glad to hear you enjoy it! I hope this part is another one you can enjoy. <3

Summary: Shigaraki gives you back your quirk with ground rules, sort of allowing himself to grow closer to you.

TW: Degrading (Not good kind), murder, mentions of abuse, heavy mentions of blood, smut 18+, Somnophillia

taglist at bottom!!!

As you studied Shigaraki more and more you learned that the man is a workaholic. He'd spend more nights downstairs with you, mixing unknown substances with dead or living creatures and leave in the crack of early mornings. You would shrug it off but knowing that he was so close to where you sleep kept you up at night. Before you could hear when he wandered down to you, but now that he was with you, or in the room closest to you with syringes, it caused your mind to wander with the sink and demented possibilities he'd act on.

With the bark of the stubborn cellar door down came Shigaraki for his timely "inspections". But when he came and jerked you with your arm to one of the seats where his subjects would sit and get experimented on you squirmed. "S-Shigaraki think about this please..." You begged into tiny whispers.

"Shut it." He demanded. You noticed the cold act he was giving you like when you both first met, and it scared you to say the least. Not knowing when this man would switch his emotions for any reason could cause problems for you getting out.

You wriggled, trying to find anything you could use to act as self-defense but when you found nothing in reach it was too late as Shigaraki tightened the tattered, worn-out restraints. "Shigra-" "Listen to me and listen good." He warned, Closing in on the minimal space between you two.

"I'm gonna give you back what I stole from you on ONE condition."

"You work for the League of Villains." He proposed. You sat frozen, questioning.

"What if I deny this..." You poked. You didn't know if you wanted your quirk back. You found that life without a quirk left you feeling lighter. You found it sort of relaxing in a demented way. Your quirk was really the only thing tying you to your father who may or may not be dead. But knowing Shigaraki, he'd probably completely disregard your feelings about the matter and give you an ultimatum anyway.

"Well, I'm sure your father would be very disappointed to hear that. And you wouldn't want to disappoint him, would you?" He slyly added before motioning a hand to the cellar door.

Your attention flew to the unhatched door, nerved and not at all curious as to who was the invited guest.

"Y/n?.." A familiar broad voice boomed. Your eyes flew wide as the man you thought was dead, trampled down the stairs with a sinister smile. Shigaraki slicked behind you as your father made empty space, surrounding you.

"tsk, tsk, tsk." He bantered.

"Y/n... Of all the years I spent raising you to be my best creation you end up tied to a chair inside some cellar, a S-Rank skank to the enemy." He pitied.

"F-father..?" you gasp out. You felt your chest heaving as the room went dizzy. All you could see was the image of your looming father, walking towards you.

"Use it." Shigaraki whispered behind you. His voice lingering around you as you saw his text flying around your skull. You didn't fail to notice the ongoing headache you developed due to the stress.

"S-Stop!" You yelped. You didn't really know who you were aiming the order at but both men had your attention as your father stopped the clacking of his favorite shoes, he'd use to stomp his victims head into the ground.

His eyes flared of raging heat as he grunted.

"You think you have dominion now that you're not in my possession?! I own you! I created you Y/n!" Your father monologued. You went blank as you reoccurred the endless amounts or torture you endured trying to get his approval. Trying to earn his love, love a father would have naturally for their children. You remember dreaming of the day your father would look at you and show you the affection you craved as a child.

You were sent back to reality as a red searing slap made its way across your face.

"Answer me!" He repeated as he crossed your face with marks of rage. You balled your fist, fighting the tingling sensation of death.

You broke the tension of holding back as you flung your hand up, breaking the leather restraint and instead aiming at your "father" whose eyes struck instant fear.

His body flung back as you felt your power surge back into your body. You instantly felt the shock and heavy feeling of the newly gained power.

"You don't have power over me anymore you money hungry pig." You barked at him. He tried to reach for you, as he was slowly being choked by the ongoing force of your hold. Your hand tightened against the force, making the hold on that man harder.

Shigaraki could do nothing but share a grin that you grew to find comforting in the moment. "I think you taught me something valuable father, keep your friends close but your enemies closer." You played as you forcefully dragged him closer.

You bored your eyes into him, seeing the life in his eyes fleeting, but you wanted it to last, like the endless nights in fear and restraint he'd have you in.

"Are there any last words father?" You blankly added. His eyes grew big as he choked up and pleaded for life. "Y-Y/N I AM YOUR FATHER!" He barked as you let your other hand free.

With a swift you swung open the cabinets of syringes that Shigaraki locked up tight and summoned them behind you.

"That's a bad choice of last words father." You teased, flashing him a sinister smile as you swung your hand forward towards him, causing the syringes to fly in a flash towards your helpless father.

You yelled in agony as you used all your might to make sure he could feel every prick of needles engraving into his flesh. He rumbled the room with his screams. Screams that you had never thought was possible with your father.

You felt yourself losing consistency as your world started fading slightly, but you were determined to see this through to the end. You let out a raspy chuckled as you saw your father fall limp, both of his eyes unreadable as syringes replaced them. Blood splattered the floor as you held him suspended in the air.

A sudden clap orcastrated the room as Shigaraki made his way to the center of the bloodied room. "Wow, you realllllllly put your point across." He slyly slid in a pun. You ignored it, only finding your grasp becoming weaker and your vision fading slowly. You let go of your forceful grip and listened as your father's dead body fell to the ground with a disgusting splat.

"Don't worry you can take a quick nap, you'll need all the energy you can get once you wake up." He spoke as he watched your eyes became droopy and sagged with sleep.

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You shot up in a cold sweat, the memories of what horrors you committed catching up with you. As you reveled in your actions you noticed how your feet were no longer chained to the cold, rusted chain it always was.

"S-shigaraki?..."

slicence.

You don't know why you found yourself calling out to him but you didn't get a reply anyway. You decided to get up and look for some form of life in the trapped cellar. When your soft footsteps rounded the corner, you noticed how the scene you created before you blacked out was gone. Your disfigured father was nowhere to be found, and the bloody mess that you had created was also gone. Puzzled you looked at the slightly cracked cellar door. You saw how blue hues sprayed the dingy cellar. Hesitantly you made your way up the cracked and bloodied stairs to catch another hardy glimpse of movement. You stopped in your tracks, thinking you might've made a grave error that'll cost you your life. You already knew that if Shigaraki caught you getting this close to the exit, he might take up the offer of death that has lingered around him ever since you've met him.

"Come on up." His raspy voice rang. you thought you had been sneaky enough to be unnoticeable but alas, you weren't. You shamefully stampeded up the stairs waiting for Shigaraki to meet your face with a palm but where you opened the hatch and poked your head out you found nothing.

The area was completely empty. The bar stools ringed with the same common scraped red, and the floors showed no sign of feet being pounded on it. The only sign that people were even present was Shigaraki and the minor trail of dried blood. You tried not to notice it as you made your way to Shigaraki, whose face went back to being as unpleased and uninterested as usual.

"Now that your apart of the League of Villains there's no need to stay down there." He spoke, his hands slyly behind his back. Your face showed mix feelings of suspicion and fear. A part of you wanted to just play along with it, but the other part saw the exit of this hell hole not too far from you and just wants to book it.

Now that you have your powers back nothing can really prevent you from leaving. From what you knew, Shigaraki's quirk was very limited when distance was created between him and his targets, while yours could be ranged, close-up, and far away.

Conflicted, you argued with yourself, failing to see how close Shigaraki was getting to you.

"You seem very... in thought." "If you're thinking of escaping, go ahead. But know this-" Shigaraki warned. He closely leaned in, pinning you to an invisible wall. Your body caged in a tiny space with Shigaraki.

"I'll always find you."

"No matter where you run, hide. Doesn't matter, I'll always be three steps ahead of you." He planted a small bite on your ear, letting you know that you were his prey and slowly closing in on you. You shuddered and whimpered under the sensation of him nibbling on your earlobe.

He picked up on your small petty sounds and played into it, using his body to cause friction to your lower region. You squirmed, a mix of pleasure and want falling into your eyes.

You watched as Shigaraki's lips grew closer to yours as you leaned into his lips. In your mind you begged your body to stop, to not feed the enemy, not feed the man that caged you like this. But your body wanted to act first and regret later, so when Shigaraki's lips infiltrated yours and his legs made a smooth rhythm against your pussy your mind melted allowing your body to fall into his touch.

You both closed your eyes, letting your moans and gasp for air fill the room.

"You're so sweet y/n..." Shigaraki whispered into your neck. You grasp onto his fluffed hair, following his head as it trailed lower.

"Boss were home!-" A break in the intense sex filled atmosphere shook the both of you. You opened your eyes, flicking yourself out of the hazy action you almost gave your body permission to do. "Damnit..." Shigaraki cursed. He reluctantly let go of you, leaving only a small peck on your neck before turning his head to face the intruders.

You pushed past him quickly, ignoring the possessive glint that flashed in his face. He steadied himself, fixing his more than noticeable hard-on. "Boss?-" Another uninterested voice rang through the bar.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Shigaraki huffed. Before he met with the two interlopers he gave your ass a mighty smack, earning a small yelp out of you while your face grew warm.

You watched as Shigaraki made himself known, watching how the blonde girl's eyes traced further from Shigaraki's conversation and onto you, who was hiding behind the hallway.

"Is that the girl Tomura?" She peered curiously. She pointed in your direction as you came out of your cover.

The black-haired stitch faced man shrugged. "She was meant to be a surprise, but yeah Toga, that's her." Shigaraki mumbled. You stood puzzled as the blonde-haired Toga girl made her first move toward you.

"H-hi, I'm-" You spoke before Toga interrupted.

"Y/n?" She giggled, handing her hand out to you.

"Yeah, and your Toga?" You greeted, half smiling to show acquaintance to the strange girl. She happily took your hand, shaking it and looking at you bubbly.

"So, this is our new recruit, huh?" The colder one spoke. His attitude was chilling but also care-free. You watched his eyes for a negative sign, but then you remembered that everyone in the room reeked of negative energy.

"She'll be very useful, if that's what your implying Dabi." Shigaraki reassured. You peeked between Shigaraki and Dabi. You and Toga watched as Shigaraki and Dabi shared a glare.

"Well y/n, since your one of us, you should join us on a mission."

"No." Shigaraki abruptly added.

"No? Why not?" Toga whined. "You said she was a new recruit. And you've been hiding her all this time."

"She's just reawakened her power, she needs proper training to restore her true strength." Shigaraki concluded.

"How did you give me my power back exactly Shigaraki?" You questioned. The rooms attention turned to you.

Shigaraki smiled crookedly, leaning back into you.

"It's a secret." He leaned back away, winking.

"Well if were done for the day I'm gonna sleep, I'm zooted." Dabi spoke to Shigaraki as he sluggishly walked to his room.

"Me too, that body you had us carry was way heavy!" Toga reveled.

You watched as the two exited the bar.

Shigaraki snapped out of the sudden daze he fell in, grabbing your arm and bringing you to the place where you guessed you'd be sleeping for the night.

"Is this my room?" You questioned. Shigaraki nodded, unsure if he should make the next move, he was thinking about making.

You spun around the room, finding yourself in awe over how much better it was than your room when you lived with your wrenched father.

"Get some sleep" He shared with a sigh as he made his way out of the room.

You hesitantly grabbed his wrist, not really understanding why.

"...Thank you." You expressed, looking at the floor while hanging onto his sleeve.

You didn't see how Shigaraki shared a slight and hazy blush. You let go, turning around to finally make yourself at peace for the night.

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Shigaraki's clock flashed 3:00 A.M but he knew it was way too late to sleep. At least for him.

He found himself frustrated sexually and literally. He distinctly remembered your figure against him, your heavy breaths and how your eyes lingered on his while he kissed down your neck.

The though of you got him riled up. He knew he needed to fix this need, needed to satiate it for the night. He needed to taste you.

He found himself sneaking out of his door, making his way down the hall and stopping at your room.

"This is so fucked." He sighed, realizing that actions like this feed his other bad habits. He cracked open your door, regret gliding into the back of his head, watching your sleeping body rest and lay peacefully. He watched your chest rise and set, noticing your t-shirt strap slid down your shoulder with ease, teasing him and calling him to make himself known.

He finally shook off his hesitation and decided to strike inside your bed. He watched your resting state for a while before reaching his hand out to clench onto your breast. He shivered under the feeling, making sure you were fully asleep before he started kneading your hardening nipple.

"Y/n, your body's so slutty with how it reacts to me." He whispered. He let his other hand move to your pussy, unveiling the wet cavern that awaited him. He felt his stiffening cock get painfully harder. "Look at what you do to me y/n. So, So, naughty~" He spoke, holding your limp hand to his cock.

He retracted his hand from your leaky pussy, smelling and tasting your essence on his tongue.

"So tasty..." He suckled. He plunged his mouth with his fingers to get every bit of you off of his fingers. He freed his cock from his pants, letting his cock hang free while he faced his earned attention to your tight, wet nethers. Shigaraki let out a sigh of breath onto your pussy, watching the way your body twitched under his breath.

He let out a small proportion of his tongue to lap up your cunt. You wriggled under him, his slim hands keeping your thighs steady as he started feasting on you.

Your taste was so intoxicating to him that he couldn't hold back. He tried to hide his moans desperately in your pussy, finding that the vibrations bouncing from his voice onto your clit made you wetter.

"Are you going to cum? Naughty Y/n." "I'll let you cum, be a good girl and cum in your sleep." Shigaraki moaned into you, slurping and sucking at you.

He didn't fail to notice how your cunt tightened up around him in no time, almost like it was listening to his commands.

Within seconds your needy cunt was splashing Shigaraki's face with cum. If his eyes could be replaced with hearts his would be heart filled with how much he loved the tangy taste of your cum. You groaned in your sleep, probably conscious of the sexual sensation that has just pierced through you.

Shigaraki lapped up the last of your fleeting cum, cleaning you up quickly and planting small kisses on your face before making his exit, you laying unaware and peaceful.

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cybercl0ne · 10 months

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AHHH UR BACKKK ❤️❤️❤️ I LOVE UUU 😭😭😭💗💗💗

NOT MORE THAN I LOVE YOU BABES ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#yandere #yanderecore #fanfic #cybercl0ne #shimura tenko #bnha #mha fanfiction #commission

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cybercl0ne · 10 months

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not sure if u do requests but I found ur blog recently and have been OBSESSED. I was thinking if you could do an arrange marriage fic for aizawa. I would absolutely DIE if u did. It can be any AU i wont mind since whatever u write will be amazing! I know it 💗💗💗

Will do! I love you so much. I wrote this trying to best fit my other pieces of work, so I hope you like it and I'm sorry I took so long to reply but I'm here now *plays graceful music*

Summary: Your father sells you to a man that knows you from UA.

F/M (she/her)

A/N at the bottom!!!!

TW: Abuse, mentions of Abuse, Fathers a massive dick (again), massive Angst, 18+, slow burn, porn with plot, murder, Aizawa is Yandere

You tried to keep your head down. You wanted to speak. You felt the words you wanted to say bubbling up in your throat, desperately trying to simmer.

"Don't disappoint me Y/n." You fathers booming voice bowelled. His intense aura making you feel smaller than you already were compared to him.

"Yes father." You spoke, still trying to maintain a put together face. You were slightly confused as to what was going on but would never voice it as you learned where talking out of line got you. Your mind hissed at the memories of the endless nights of torture your father would put you through just so you would never talk 'out of place' again.

Unimpressed your father scoffed, watching as the car rolled to a sudden stop. He let himself out, leaving you to bear the responsibility of fear. His assistant opened the door, his heart sharing the same hole as yours. "Good luck miss." He whispered, cheering you on knowing that this tiny act of kindness could get him killed. You gave him a warm smile innocent but filled with bloodshed, wanting to be in his shoes, even as a assistant for a man like your father. At least he could escape. At least he wasn't wasted down by the overbearing responsibilities you bared.

His shoes were different from the feet you walked with. You quickly and quietly made way to catch up with your father who still ignored your existence for as long as possible. He stepped through the sleek sophisticated door, you behind his large frame.

Life has never been fair to you or your family. When you were born your mother fell ill causing her to be hidden from the outside world. Sometimes when you’d have nightmares you’d curl into the warmth of her bony chest, watching as her warm arms wrapped around you. She’d reassure you countless times, kissing your temple. But now those days were gone. You no longer could run into your mom's touch, watch her smile glow up the room full of iv drips and medicine.

"This is Y/n. Shes the one that you will be betrothed." Your fathers familiar booming voice declared. You stood shell shocked, not wanting to believe what your eyes had soaked in. "N-no...H-he didn't say that." You blinked a few times to make sure you weren't stuck in some messed up nightmare but found you were very awake.

Your father nudged you as he placed his hands on your shoulders and activated his quirk, burning into the cloth of your clothes. You wasted no time, bowing before the strange man. "She might be a little untamed but I'm sure you'll figure it out." He said, throwing you at the man that stood before you.

Your face was nothing but mortified as you saw your father walking out of the room, still sharing the same uninterested look at you as when you were born. "F-father?" You scampered towards him, scraping yourself and ignoring the man that you fell into. He shared nothing but a simple scoff.

You blanked as your world flipped on its side. You saw your father looming over you as if he had put something rotten in his mouth. The glint that he shared between you sent your body into hives and shivers.

"I am not your father. Don't call me that." "If it were up to me, I would've never had you." "I would've sold you off to some man any day, but it appeared he was the only buyer."

"So, play nice now."

As soon as he spoke your body reacted with the only reaction it could. You hauled forward, your body rejecting everything. As you threw up all over the poor man's floor you noticed the sleek black shoes your father always wore disappear behind the black door.

You desperately reached for his long-gone presence. tears and snot uncontrollably free falling in front of you. "P-please father!"

"Don't leave me! Don't leave me behind! I-I'll be good!" Your heart wrenching words dissipated into thin air as it would never reach your targeted audience. The only man in the room however rushed to your side, immediately comforting you.

You watched as the world went black.

You woke up with a heavy migraine, your brain trying to forget the part where your father basically admits to hating you at birth. You hold your stomach as you try to muster an emotion other than grief and freedom mixed but you find yourself unable.

You look around realizing that your environment was completely different from what you knew. The spacious room overwhelmed you and the man that laid across from you spoke danger. You quickly huddled up into your legs as the strange man stirred in his sleep, transitioning to a woke state. "W-where am I?" You spoke, your voice faint and hoarse. You cringe at how little words fall from your mouth. "My house." The man utters.

You decide to take a good look at him, taking in his gruffy patch under his chin, his eyebags and his ragged black hair.

"Shota? -"

Both of your faces light up upon remembering a distant name from the past.

"Hi y/n." He breathes a breath of relief. You grabbed him immediately, embracing him tightly as he stood stunned, unsure of weather to hug you back and risk never letting you go.

"I thought I'd never see you again." Aizawa Whispered softly afraid you might float away from how light you felt in his arms. You let go, examining his face once more, fighting the urge to pepper it with soft kisses.

"Oh Aizawa..." "I-I'm so sorry..." You stuttered. You felt immense guilt as he talked his worry of you onto you.

"I had to leave UA. I wanted to be like you, a teacher but my father..." You choked, not sure if you can even call him a proper father. All he ever knew was pain.

"Don't worry. You'll be ok now." He reassured, lightly stroking your head. You whimpered into his chest, carving small circles.

For the first time in a long time you could feel yourself breathe. It was like you no longer had to cover your mouth, or act like you were stepping on pins and needles. You were free.

——*a few months later*——

You thought you’d hate the idea of marriage. Being tied down to a lover, or whoever your father would put you with in the end. But Aizawa was determined to erase any mark that monster had placed on you, and that started with the roots itself.

Since Aizawa was a pro hero he was fully aware he could never kill the villains he pursued. But the more Aizawa held you at night and watched you wriggle and mewl in your sleep made the reasonable thoughts broil. He knew he just had to do something. He stepped downstairs at after finalizing his plan, seeing you downstairs preparing him another beautiful breakfast that he felt a little bad that he wasn’t gonna eat. But there would be many great meals that he’d enjoy with you after he got rid of the lingering problem.

You looked so peaceful with your hair tied up and idling in one of his t shirts, never failing to look like a supernova even in the groggy mornings. He couldn’t resist and had to feel you from behind if even to just get the smell of you in his mind. “Hey baby” Aizawa’s groggy and rasped voice croaked. You startled, jumped as he wrapped his arms around your waist, rocking you side to side to let you know it was him.

“Hey honey. You ready to eat?” You asked, spatula in your hand but your attention all on him. He loved the way you’d fill his stomach with butterflies like he was a teenager again when you looked up at him with trust.

“No sorry sweets, I’ll pass but I’ll be back to eat later.” He didn’t fail to miss how you deflated a bit but perked back up after he hugged you tighter you perked back up.

“Well alright. Just be back in time for lunch or dinner.” You nagged like a wife. You caught yourself on the words, visibly flashing a hand to your mouth. He laughed, thinking about how little you changed through the years, even through high school you were shy and reserved but around him you loosened up unintentionally. It made him feel like he had done right. He’d been told by many peers and other of his students that he was scary, but deep down Aizawa cared, just was very used to acting like he doesn’t.

He planted a wet kiss on your face, exiting the warm feel of your embrace, looking back at you one last time for a fond memory until he gets back from doing a little “errand”.

He watched from afar at his victim. He watched as he left in his black car that had been in his rear view. Aizawa watched as the tall buff man exited the car and into his esteemed home with no car in the world. He looked as if he had no concern. It made Aizawa want to erase him even more. Aizawa followed close behind posing as a pro hero just put on patrol. He banged on the tall door that assisted the tall lowly man.

The door shot open as his tall stature sank to the front door. “What?” His booming voice rang. Aizawa could tell why this voice hurt and scared you so much but Aizawa was determined to make sure you never wind ear of a melody as broken as his. The man was visibly puzzled when he saw no one was standing at his doorstep. Shrugging it off and grumbling back inside his domain. Aizawa, already one step ahead, was inside his house without anyone or anything hearing/noticing. He promised the job would be clean and quick, all so he could have as much time with you as he wanted for the rest of both of your lives. He watched as the man sat in his office with a state of the art tablet, focused on whatever shady business he was indulging in. Aziawa made no effort to hide any longer revealing himself to the perpetrator that taunted the love of his life for so long under the radar. “What are you doing in here? Who let you in?!”

“Y’know you should do your research a little better.” Aizawa spoke, ignoring his past comment. Aizawa quickly and hastily poked the knife he placed at his knee to the grown man’s neck. And without second thought he slashed. He made sure the cut were clean and watched as blood splattered from his neck. He made little to no noise. Only choking on his gurgles of blood.

He quickly dipped out of the crime scene leaving nothing behind. He was aware that your father had ties and Allies, but with those allies were his enemies. Enemies that hated him with a diehard passion. Some of his Allies were backstabbers anyway, but your father was blinded by his power that he failed to even realize that you were what was keeping his business up. With you being there and as his weapon made him powerful but alone his quick could be quickly outmatched.

Aizawa shrugged, concluding that he’d fall down the ladder sooner or later but just decided to speed up the process. By now it was late and he knew that he probably had a worried wife at home waiting patiently for his arrival home. His heart fluttered, leaving behind the murderous acts where they belonged.

As soon as he stepped through the door he was happily greeted by you jumping at him wrapping your arms around him. “Where have you been?” You asked worried. You scanned his body for any marks of harm but when you found nothing you warmly hugged him again. “Sorry I’m so late honey.” He whispered into your head. He picked you up holding his lips to your face. You scrambled under him to put you down.

“Aizawa! Put me down you maniac!” You laughed, clutching onto him as he walked to your bedroom. “But I missed you so so much darling.” He teased, placing you gently on the bed to pepper your face with kisses. He towered over you showering you with deep love.

You both paused to look at each other, both lost in the way the other looked. He gently lowered into you, his eyes intoxicated with a potent that had you falling deep into his lips. You both share a loving kiss Aizawas hands not knowing if they should roam down your body. You grab his hand after breaking the kiss and bring it up to your left breast.

“It’s ok Aizawa.”

“I trust you.” You clearly spoke into his ear. You watched as his face shared a bright dusk of blush as he slowly allowed his hands to travel down every curve and slope of your body. You shivered under his touch, mewling and mumbling under him.

He found his way to back to your breast, playing and toying with the hard nipple that formed from his touch.

“So fucking beautiful.” He muttered. You tended up as the words registered to your ears. You noticed the bulge that grew in his pants as he kissed down your stomach, his eyes pleading for permission. You nodded as he pulled and teased at your already wet panties that now fled attention to the floor.

“You’re so fucking wet for me princess.” You hid your eyes as he played with your slick that was soaking his fingers as they played with your entrance.

“No, no, no sweetie, don’t look away. Be good and look at your man playing with your sweet cunt.”

You reluctantly opened your eyes to see his two fingers coying with your needy cunt. You watched as his fingers lodged their way inside of you. You quivered at the new feeling of something wriggling inside of you. “So damn tight for me baby.” He whispered as he fixated all his attention to you pussy. You wiggled and moaned as he stretched and prodded at your needy hole.

“p-please”

“what princess?” He stopped, looking at you. You lifted your leg to brush against his raging bulge. You felt it twitch against your touch and watched as Aizawa seethed with pleasure.

“Tell me what you want” He demanded.

“Y-you.”

Aizawa clicked his teeth, freeing his cock from his pants. You saw how it laid out on your stomach. You imagined how easy you’d tear from how big he was. You were completely new to this, and a little intimidated by the girth and length of his twitching cock.

He pumped his member testing and readying it at your entrance. “Don’t worry baby, it’ll fit.” He soothed playfully. You flushed at how he petted your stomach as he stabled himself inside you.

You both seared with how tight everything felt. You felt the world spin as pain and pleasure mixed beautifully. You greedy pussy pushed for more of Aizawa’s cock as he paused to let you breathe.

“You’re doing so well for me princess” he kissed your teary face. “Is it all the way in yet?” You whimpered. He lightly chuckled, and shook his head softly.

“we’re not even half way darling.” He spoke. You felt yourself stretching and clamping around him as he thrusted his way inside you. You felt how his cock crawled into your cervix and deep inside your womb. You felt the way your pussy throbbed for harder movements.

“P-please keep going.” You voiced.

At that moment Aizawa lost control and started pounding at your womb. You felt your ass shake as skin collided with one another. You watched the small bulge in your stomach disappear and reappear every time he rammed in and out. Soon you start to feel the sensation of your stomach coiling around him. “Aizawa i-I’m gonna-“

“don’t worry I’m going to cum to baby.” He grunted. You watched as your cunt slicked more and more as his thrust became deeper and stronger. You grasp onto his back, leaving your own special mark on him as you screamed and moaned his name.

“That’s right baby, my name is the only name you need to know.” He panted. You felt the coil in your stomach snap as you started spasming around him, coating his cock with your cum. Not too long after you Aizawa chases his own high, nearing his climax.

“g-gonna fill you up. Gonna breed you with my children baby.” He said as he thrusted.

Your mind started going blank as he kept pounding your soaked and overly sensitive pussy.

“Y-yes please fill me up w-with your lovely cum.” You panted as you both stared eachother in the eyes.

You felt his cock explode and coat your womb with his load. You felt how his cum traveled its way inside you, some of it overflowing out of your twitching womb.

The room was filled with moans and pants, the room smelling of fucked out sex and the feeling of hot bodies touching each other.

Aizawa laid against you for a moment before pulling out, gaining a whimper from you and how the empty pop of his cock leaving your pussy made you shiver. He placed you in his chest, you still feeling weak and your legs still shaking. “I love you y/n.” He said, breaking the silence. He planted a kiss on your head, when he heard no sounds or reply he glanced and saw how you were peacefully sleeping on his chest, bundled up and face beautifully resting.

The next morning you woke up and next to you, Aizawa resting peacefully, arms around your waist. You kissed his nose and watched it scrunch up as he moved in his sleep. You quietly giggled while trying to escape his grasp. You went to the bathroom to clean the sticky sensation from yesterdays ‘nightly activities’.

As you stepped out of the bathroom, clean and new you traveled back to the bedroom to throw your clothes away when Aizawa’s rustling made his presence.

“Where are you going honey?” He asked groggy with his eyes still closed.

“sorry to wake you baby.” You kissed his forehead, waking up from the sudden movement of his love trying to get out of his embrace too early.

“Come back to bed.” He whined. You indulged him, laying back into his needy embrace.

He rocked you and wrestled you around and soon you both were play fighting in the bed.

“Aizawa stop that!” You playfully cried out as he tickled you. “Stop? Stop what? Oh this?” He tickled again over you. You kissed his lips and you both fell into a deep make out session. When you both break the kiss Aizawa just takes a second to watch you. Look at the love of his life. “Y/n please marry me.” He spouts. Your eyes glow as he hugs you waiting for your reply.

“Really?” You stuttered.

“Of course, you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I’ve actually wanted to marry you since high school.” He admitted.

“Really?” You flushed, soon you two were having a conversation on how you both like each other in UA but never acted on the feeling. It was like you both were in high school again. Your heart felt fulfilled as you watched him ramble about how he was so into you and you never knew.

You cuddled up into him listening to him call you his wife.

A/N: hey y’all! Thanks to these two people who sent me a message! When I saw them I literally felt so fulfilled that I started on this last night. Sorry it took so long but it’s not done I still gotta do part 6 of Falling for a dead rose so see you then.🫡

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Shoreside //female reader x Shigaraki // 18+ // (Loan shark Au) PART 2

Summary: You start getting money and Shigaraki's attention

Tw: Oral (Male receiving), Praise if you squint, hint of trauma/backstory

Fun Fact: I really like Shigaraki (If you couldn't tell)

The Sunrays hit your face, violently stuttering your doze. You perked up almost instantly, your mind attacking you with the horrid memories of the night before. Your eyes closed for a second trying to forget you’d run into a man like him, and instead of getting Ume back in eye sight.

Your eyes wandered around the room, searching for any signs of tampering while you dozed off for awhile, but after coming to the safe conclusion that nobody had disturbed the demented peace you grabbed your clothes from yesterday and cautiously stepped outside the door, ignoring the strain and soreness of your legs, beckoning you to sit back down. As you peered around the hallway, you saw a man with a distorted purple hue for a face, tending to the bar, talking with “Shigaraki,” the man that had taken your dignity and virginity. A present scowl formed on your face, wondering if you should sneak attack him from behind and make him talk. You shook the idea, scraping it. “No..not with how many people are around him at all times.” You snapped out of your head when the man appeared in front of you with the familiar wretched smile he’d had on since he’d seen you. “Good morning sunshine.” He smooched. You scoffed, getting in his face.

“Ume.” You demanded. He threw his hands in the air, sly.

“Yeah, yeah.” He said, dull.

“Kurogiri.” The man called, his playful tone distinguished.

“Yes boss?” The blob replied.

“We’re heading out for awhile but tell the league we got company.” He said, looking down at you while leading you to the car.

“Company?” You whispered to yourself, shivering from the eerie feeling that shook you.

“Yep, you work for me now, so company.” He cheered.

You grunted, walking a bit faster than him to the car that you’d seen more times than once. “Like I’ll be staying that long.” You once again stated under your breath. This time the man didn’t seem to hear you and instead hopped in the car right after seating you.

“To Toga.” He instructed. Without so much as a word the men drove, passing by the unfamiliar surroundings you’d seen yesterday. You thought about Ume the whole way there, wondering if you were too late. What if they’d hurt him already, what if he wasn’t really at the place they said he was and Shigaraki was just leading you into another trap.

You shivered, and quietly soothed yourself. You decided to distance yourself further from the man that took it upon himself to sit right next to you, glancing over at you a few times to see your reactions you tried to keep hidden.

Once in a while he’d find himself getting giddy at seeing how you trembled and held so much fear for the little runt. He thought if you reacted this way when being apart for this little amount of time, then he could do a lot more if you tried a stunt like yesterday.

“You guys don’t spend much time apart I’m guessing.” His raspy voice breaking through the silence. He sat smug waiting.

Your eyes never glanced farther from the window, deciding not to indulge him with an answer. You didn’t know how much about you he knew and you weren’t exactly going to give him another reason to hold you and Ume hostage.

His eyes met yours through the reflective glass, his ruby eyes meeting yours, pouring whatever emotion he had into yours, adding to its glint.

“No.” You said, bleek.

“He’s a growing boy, don’t you think he needs his space?” He said, shaking his head.

“Tch, don’t you get tired of blabbering about stuff you know nothing about?”

“Sometimes I wonder if you really value your life.” You carved. Your words being as calmly spiteful as possible. But with the way you saw normal people wander the streets, kids happy and cheerful you’d already had enough.

He pretended to think about the question and returned to his sickening smile.

“I take it you're not much of a morning person. So grouchy.” He said, pouting. You rolled your eyes at how childish this big man baby was.

The car rolled to a halt and as it stopped you saw the woman from yesterday holding Ume’s small hand. His expression was lost and his eyes wet with tears.

You didn’t hesitate as you jumped from out of the car, ignoring the people around you as your two faces met.

“Y/n!” He screeched, letting go of the girls hand.

“Ume!” You matched, scooping him in your arms in no time. You squeezed him tightly as his innocent face looped with happiness.

“Y/n, Y/n Noona is so nice! We played all night and said we can stay with them!”

“She even read me a story!”

“R-really? Wow…” you spoke, unable to match his enthusiasm after what you’d experienced with this group. You held him tighter as you noticed Shigaraki coming up to you both.

He squatted down, flashing a big smile at Ume.

“What about me? I’m nice too! Nicer than Noona don’t you think y/n?” He said, giving a sinister grin. Ume quickly ignored him, burying his head into your chest, clutching on tighter to you. You gently picked him up, finally exhaling a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

“Sis, are we gonna stay with your friends?”

You looked down at him with nothing but love. You wanted to gulp down the scream that threatened to come out. “Just for a little while.” You reassured both Ume and Shigaraki.

“And we’ll stay together right?” Ume questioned. You sighed, petting his small head and kissing him lightly on the cheek.

“Forever Ume. Promise.” You added finally before Shigaraki interrupted.

“If you two are done we should get going, it’s going to be a long day.” He sneered.

You headed to the car, no longer putting up a fight knowing that all you needed was in your arms, curled up. You tightly buckled him in, placing a comfortable wedge between him and Shigaraki to demote him from speaking to him.

“So little man, you must look up to y/n a lot.”

“Yeah, she’s a lot nicer than you.” Ume said, stinging Shigaraki. Ume looked at the man, up and down.

“And she dresses nicer.” Ume added with no filter. You found yourself drifting off into space as they both argued.

You thought about your next moves. Now that you had Ume, what was next. Run? Stay? Just pay off the debt? You didn’t even know how much money your father had taken. You sighed out loud, your mind scrambled from the choices you’d have to make suddenly.

Ume took notice, looking up at you and tugging on your crumpled shirt.

“Are you ok Y/n?” He softly asked.

You patted his head, giving him your best smile.

“Yeah, I’m ok kiddo.” You said, reverting your attention back to him as he hummed a tune he’d heard from a kids show.

The car ride back was less awkward now that Ume had lightened it by bringing much needed innocence. You felt blessed that you weren’t going through this alone, even though Ume had no idea what was going on, you were grateful for his mere presence.

Ume hopped out of the car first, playing with sand and ant hills as Shigaraki approached you.

“Now, I’m not gonna ask you to do business while the kids with us but sooner or later we have to talk about the money. Come see me when you're done with him.” He glanced at Ume before leading you both to the front door. You felt anxious as he opened the door to a small group of people.

The first one you’d seen at the big house. She was the woman with the skirt and yellow cardigan.

You recognized the purple blob. But the two beside him you’d never seen before.

A man in a black and white suit flashed up to you with haste.

“Hey I’m Twice!”

“Nice to meet you.” He’d said in two different tones. You found your arm reflexing to protect Ume as he got close.

“H-hello..” you greeted, clearly not a people person.

Shigaraki sighed, weirdly disappointed in the group.

“Don’t freak the fresh meat out too much twice.”

“S-Sorry boss.” He sulked, deflated.

The man that stood in the back made no effort in saying ‘hello’ and shared a glare of 1000 suns. His blue eyes marking you up and down. Half of his skin looked torched, the skin now a hue of blue and dark purple to go along with his other half of skin. The stitches of trying to keep it together looked lousy but seemed effective for the time being.

“Names’ Dabi.” He spoke, his deep raspy voice perished through you.

“And you already know who I am!” The girly girl screeched with excitement.

“T-toga?” You assumed. Her face light up with a light blush as the words slid off your tongue.

Toga rushed to you and took your hand without warning, speeding you and Ume through the hallways to give you a tour.

“This is the bathroom.” She presented. You noted that it wasn’t far from the bedroom you’d stayed in yesterday.

“This is the boss's room.”

“We’re not allowed to go in there but I bet his room is full of junk.” The girl whispered to you. You nodded, thinking the girl was a tad crazy.

“Is there bad stuff on there?” Ume asked curiously.

“Maybe.” She added, shrugging playfully.

“Just don’t go in there to find out.” She concluded.

“And lastly your room.”

You peeked to find that your room was beside Shigaraki’s, finding a different taste in your mouth as the mere thought of his disgusted you.

You looked inside to find to no surprise, it was the same room you’d been in yesterday. Ume ran to the bed, bouncing into it happily.

He’d never know the horrors and pain that was thrown on the best as he spread his positivity over the negativity. You gently smiled as you and Toga stood in the room watching him be a kid. “I can’t believe we get to stay here!” He said, inviting Toga to bounce and play with him. The noise of shigaraki’s footsteps heading toward you and the heavy pat on the shoulder sent this happy moment into a headache reality.

“You done here?” He said, peering at Toga and the little one.

“Guess so.” You shrugged.

You faced Ume, who was playing.

“I’ll be right back, be good.” You warned as he nodded.

You walked off with Shigaraki exchanging minimal words to each other. As you stepped back into the car you’d grown closer to he proposed plans to you.

“You have 3 choices.” He proposed with his fingers up.

“You can work as a construction worker at a warehouse of mine where they pay the least amount and more time off.”

“You can work as a restaurant worker for one of my other businesses where they pay decent but way more hours.”

“Or lastly, you can work as a sex worker where they pay the most and you’d only have to come in 3 times a week.”

You pondered your options, clearly taking into account that Ume would be alone while you were at work. But you also took into account that the more pay the faster you’d pay off the debt, resulting in less time Ume would be alone.

You instantly knew you weren’t gonna work as a sex worker, refusing to give your body away. It had been taken from you last time and you weren’t gonna give it to another random stranger.

“Restaurant worker.” You blatantly said.

His reaction was a tad surprised.

“You sure? You know they pay less than a sex worker.”

“Yeah so?” You felt the same itch of irritation hit you like the first time you’d seen him.

“So, don’t you wanna pay the debt fast?” “I thought the sex working thing was an obvious choice.”

You scoffed at his low minded thinking and nodded. “This is what I want to do.”

He pondered, then started smirking again.

“Ok, fine. But I’ll have you know it’s not a place for a delicate omega like you.”

“I ain’t delicate.” You angrily busted a vein.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m kidding. The place is a place for thugs so keep your head down and you should be fine.” He teased, ruffling the top of your head.

“Oh and since you're an aggressive little thing I feel the need to make a special little rule for you.” He pointed, flicking your forehead.

You scratched at his hand, then retrieved your hand to the small migrating pain to your head.

“If you cause me trouble, I’ll be forced to close the restaurant for the day. Which means no profit for the day. And if I don’t get paid, neither do you, and it adds to your debt. So keep that in mind when you're working, ok princess?” He advised, pinching your chin.

You gritted your teeth trying to fight the urge to rip his head from this body.

“Whatever.”

“No, not whatever.” “I need to hear a ‘yes sir’ from you.”

“…kill yourself…” you felt your face rushing with heat as he sat in silence waiting.

“Yes sir…” you finally caved.

“W-why did you even need me in the car for this, when you could’ve said this sooner!” You added, trying to change the subject.

“Maybe I just wanted us alone and you to myself.” He teased again, poking his tongue at you, winking.

You busted him right in his mouth, storming out of the car, leaving him rethinking and writhing in pain.

——————————————————————————————

You put Ume in his pajamas, fitting his shirt over his swole cheeks.

“Ready for bed?” You asked, standing up.

He nodded, and climbed into bed, waiting for you to turn off the light and lay down beside him.

You hesitated wondering if you should really let Ume be as comfortable as he is.

“Ume..” you kneeled again, meeting his face. He rotated his head to the side, confused.

“We need to make some rules. Rules only we follow for now, ok?”

He nodded, fiddling with his dinosaur shirt.

“Rule one, we always stay together. So when you feel hungry, or need to use the bathroom you tell me.” You paused, trying to find the best way to explain that you didn’t want him out of your sight if he didn’t need to be.

“Second, don’t wander. Don’t touch, or take anything that’s not yours.”

“Lastly, if anyone tries to hurt you, kick and scream and I’ll be there to protect you.”

As you reached your conclusion Ume slowly nodded, giving his understanding of the rules.

A yawn perked from his little throat and you finally decided to turn off the lights. As you crawled over to him you tucked him in, kissing his forehead and humming a song your mother had sang to you once until you saw him slowly fall into his sleep.

“You're not gonna sleep y/n?” His little voice asked drowsier.

“Sis will go to sleep in a little while, just keep my spot warm.” You smiled at him. In truth you didn’t want to sleep knowing that at any moment they could waltz into the room and try to take you or him in the night.

You sat at the desk, the money still placed on it, holding a symbol of what you couldn’t erase. You stuffed the money in your wallet alongside the premature damp bills.

You stared at your small desk lamp trying to see what you’d do about Ume. “Kids his age should be going to school.” But you knew you didn’t have the resources to send him to school.

“You know you can sleep right?” A voice came from the cracked door. Your heart picked up pace, finding the noise to belong to Shigaraki as he stood in the doorway.

“It’s gonna be a long day tomorrow anyway. No use in being tired on your first day.” You scoffed, turning off the lamp, and closed the door in front of his face.

You laid down beside Ume, who was lightly snoring peacefully. You wrapped your arms gently around him and fell asleep.

Your alarm from your broken phone rang with haste, waking you straight from your slight slumber.

You turned it off, still in a daze. You looked at Ume, who squiggled around in his sleep, trying to turn off the part of his brain that had awoken from the alarm.

You gently kissed his forehead, whispering into it. “I’ll be back later goofball.”

You snuck along the acquainted room, searching for some clothes.

You looked out of the window, seeing how the sky was just waking up and how the city was barely awake.

You drifted out of the house/bar, clicking through your Gps on your phone with the address that Shigaraki had sent you somewhere late in the night while you slept, your mind ignoring it.

You made your way to the place, walking in the beat up tennis shoes your landlord had gotten you one day after he saw your soles were way past their expiration date.

“You young people, working until you look like me.” his weary face would scrunch up, shaking his head as he helped you out of the poor shoes. You looked down at him, unable to express enough emotion to show how thankful you were to some sympathetic old guy. The old man looked up after deciding he got the right size, probably knowing from experience with his own kids. “Just..don’t overwork yourself. Take breaks, you're still young.” He advised, laughing nervously in between.

You sighed wishing it was that easy. As you pulled up to the job you realized that the job really fit the way it looked. It was a rather shabby yet pretty place, big, and dark. You walked in trying to pump yourself up and remind yourself that you’d be able to pay back the debt and find your dad to kick his ass.

“You must be y/n?” The boss with the biggest beer belly you’d ever seen looked at you snooty.

“Y-yes.” You said, trying not to stare.

“Great, get to work, you omegas work on my time, got it?!” He screeched, his belly voice cracking his windpipe that was gutted by past cigarette smoke that had been shoved down.

You scurried to work, trading your shirt and regular pants for the uniform assigned to you.

As you dashed around serving gangsters and mob bosses left and right you finally saw the last of the bald headed men dressed in black leave in well fed groups.

You kicked your feet back, taking a large sigh.

“You think you're done?”

“Don’t be so quick to throw down the towel queen. You're closing for tonight.” He snuffed, annoyed, rubbing his dusted head.

You bit your tongue, wanting to question why you had to be the one to close but fought against it, counting you’d just gotten the job and didn’t want to lose it because an old geezer got smashed in the head with a plate.

“Yes boss.” You said, partially sarcastic.

“That’s right, all you little omegas think you run the world humph.” He grumbled, waltzing his way back to his office to grab his oversized coat.

You childishly mimicked him as he walked away, clueless to your taunting.

“Making friends huh?” Said a familiar voice from behind.

You quickly stopped the childish act and turned around in a heat of embarrassment until you saw who it was.

“Are you obsessed with me or something?” You sarcastically stated.

“Huh, maybe.” Shigaraki nonchalantly shrugged.

“Just checking up on how you were taking your first day.”

“I’m fine, leave.” You gritted, already seeing a migraine coming on from his presence and overwhelming cologne.

He ignored you, eyeing your body up and down hungrily.

“You look so delicious with the way your uniform clings to every part of you.” He blatantly stated out loud.

You felt your skin crawl as you moved from his grasp and shuffled towards the staff only room to change.

“The little shit told me-“

“Ume.” You recorrected without looking at him as you took the leftover plates from tables.

“….right..Uzamaki.”

“Anyway he told me to tell you that he misses you very much.” He imitates with Ume’s voice, but is a lot less cute and lovable.

You rolled your eyes, your heart melting from Ume but crumbling realizing you wouldn’t be back until another hour if you were lucky.

“Who’s watching him?” You panicked, realizing if he was here then no one was probably there.

“Relax, Twice and Dabi are keeping him company. He needs it honestly.” “Let him be around boys, they’ll toughen him up and teach him well.” He joked, punching the air obnoxiously.

“Ume’s too nice to fight.” You said, scrubbing tables.

It was true. Ume couldn’t hurt someone even if he wanted to. At least you’d never seen him do it.

Ume was scared of what he didn’t know, which was everything expected for a child his age in a world that threatened to swallow him whole.

“Well then I guess the little squirt will have to take lessons on that too.” He added, quite enthusiastic. You once again rolled your eyes, treating the tables with soft respect as you scrubbed the last of the table.

A pair of lanky arms reeled around your waist, making you jump.

“It’s just us, y’know.” He spoke, rubbing his clear hard on against you.

“G-get off of me you creep.” You spoke, uninterested but taken aback.

“You know I feel like I’ve been so nice to you lately, don’t I deserve an reward?”

You scoffed.

“Stop it, I don’t have time for your games.” You said, recalling the tremendous amount of debt you're supposed to be working on clearing.

He backed off suddenly.

“Man, you're no fun.” He pouted. You're pretty sure if you rolled your eyes any more they’d get stuck in the back of your head, so instead you just substituted it for a bored and very unpleasant scoff.

A ring came from your phone suddenly which took the silence of scrubbing away.

“Hello?” You questioned, seeing you haven’t gotten a call from your phone in months.

“Hi Big sis!” You recognized Ume’s voice through the phone.

“Ume, how are you goofball?” You asked, slightly happier.

“I’m ok, but I miss you a lot.”

“Are you on your way home now? I wanna play and show you what me and Uncle Dabi and T-twi… Two did.” You tried not to explode from a cuteness overload as he struggled at saying the new names he’d learned.

Shigaraki watched you try not to squeal and bounce off the walls from the sound of the kids' voice.

“Big sis will be home soon kiddo, let me finish this.” You finally said, hanging up in a better mood. Your attention became clear and focused, speeding the cleaning process faster.

Shigaraki tried to initiate small talk with you with a side of flirtatious jokes.

“Why don’t you complain to your lackeys instead of loading yourself on me?” You asked, condescending.

“Well, because I thought a hard working omega like yourself would understand the working class.” He fired back. At this point it didn’t affect you as you’ve been called way worse by society.

“ touché.” You shrugged.

You spun yourself out of your guy's conversation and remembered how Ume was waiting for you back at home.

“I gotta get back to Ume.” You stood up, not caring to finish.

Shigaraki spun you around, hasting you back into him. You fell into his lap inside the now completely vacant and closed restaurant.

“Hang on a minute, what about my reward?~” he said, bouncing you up and down on him. You scoffed, deciding not to indulge in his games.

“Can I go back if I give you this ‘reward’”. You quoted.

Shigaraki tightens his grip on you, grouping your thighs.

“O-ouch.” You squealed as he loosened his grip.

“Fine…” you said, heat rising to your head as you sank below his chest.

“If you do a good enough job I’ll throw in an extra tip.” He teased.

“Stop trying to make me into a prostitute.” You eyerolled, unshackling his belt.

“So you want to do this willingly?”

“Naughty, naughty y/n.” He teased again as he watched you from above.

“N-No that’s not what I’m saying!” Your voice echoing throughout the building.

Shigaraki pushed his fingers through your hair, making sure to grab at your kinks and dig at your roots. The sensation was short lived as his cock sprang from his boxers practically slapping you in the face.

You wasted no time and grabbed the monstrous cock and started slowly jerking it up and down in your fist. Shigaraki groaned softly, his light moans being heard by the surrounding walls. You could hear every dirty noise that was coming from his pre coated cock.

“Y’know, I don’t know why but I can never control myself around you.” He huffed in between moans. His teeth seathing together as you pleasured him more.

“You never shut up do you?” You inquired as you churned your head down to meet his cock. You took one finally silent deep breath and dropped your head to the base of his cock. He clamped down on your hair, receiving a delicate moan from your lips that were currently wrapped around his member.

You struggled to really collect his cock as it expanded inside your throat, pulsating in between your lips. You circled your tongue around it, exploring the girth and crevasse of his tip, guiding your tongue along the sides of his jutting veins.

Nothing but moans came from Shigaraki now, you could see he was in too much pleasure to talk or complain.

You decided to go a step further, taking your mouth and allowing his giant cock to greet the back of your throat. You choked and gawked at how everytime you slid back on his member your throat would welcome it while rejecting it at the same time. “Oh…Fuck…fuck yes.” He spoke, wrapping his slim, pale hand through your scalp. You felt warmth coming from your lower nethers, throbbing from being poorly neglected. You felt Shiagarki’s hard cock throb at the same time making you cock hungry and diving harder into him.

You felt him jut his pelvis into you, getting mixed into the feeling. You didn’t mind at the moment as you slowly felt yourself leaning into the rushing thought of making him cum.

“A-Are you ready princess?” “M-master’s gonna cum down your sweet throat.” He groaned.

You continued vigorously bobbing up and down on him, moaning and letting your mind take over for you. You found yourself collecting saliva and precum and using it as lube for his cock.

As you vibrated Shigaraki’s cock with your precious moans, you felt his cock twitch harder and harder. You felt it ready to explode.

And not too long, it did. You slowly stopped, feeling the hot and sticky sensation of white fluid in your mouth building up as he cummed buckets into your throat.

Shigaraki held you in place for a while while you tried to lift your head up to get rid of the load he’d conceived.

“Good girl…” He slowly praised, letting himself come down from the high of release and gently allowing you to remove his softening cock from your throat.

You coughed up most of the cum, tasting the staining salty creamy flavor on the inside of your mouth.

You took a long sigh, standing and fixing your look to look less like you just got throatfucked and sort of kind of enjoyed it.

After a little while of leaning into Shigaraki’s pointless conversations you finished the restaurant satisfied. “Are you some OCD person?”

You scoffed at the stupid and completely random assumption. “First off i’m not, second what made you say that?” You replied.

He simply shrugged. “I don’t know, you just seem like the type to make sure your satisfied before the job is done.” He stares you in your face, watching how you tried to figure him out but all you saw was your reflection and a man.

You shrugged, slightly agreeing with him, remembering how your mother used to be addicted to the cleanliness of anywhere she went.

You changed back into your civilian clothes where you found Shiagaraki leaning against a beam, swiping away on his black, clean phone, his coat hanging onto his arm while the other hiked up and down his screen.

“Ready to go princess?” He teased. You buffered before ignoring his antics and walking away.

“H-hey where’ you going?!” He yelled from the streetlight.You grumbled away like a kid being denied candy.

“Away from your annoying ass.” You screeched, stopping to look at him from a distance.

“I brought my car!” “Let’s ride home together!” He screamed, already making his way toward you. You felt DeJa Vu as he ran toward you like a kid. You shook off the weird feeling, not daring to remember when there was a good time in your life. Instead you partook in arguing with the grown man baby that was face to face with you now.

At the end you ended up in the car with the promise you’d be able to stay home with pay.

“Has it always just been your dad?” Shigaraki asked inside the non moving car.

You poked your head at the weird and yet again random question.

“No…” You said, cautious of letting him in on too much.

“Then where’s your mom?” He asked again, curious.

You froze at the question. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d even let yourself think about it since she left. You had always lived with the ideology that ‘If the thought doesn’t make me money it shouldn’t matter.’

You decided to end it with a cold shrug, your face twisted, recalling bits and pieces of the terrible memory.

Your thoughts evaporated when Shiagraki’s finger found its way to your face.

“You’re thinking too hard.” He bored.

You sighed, feeding him a small smirk before crossing your arms and staring at the window as the streetlights started to move.

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cybercl0ne · 11 months

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Shoreside // female reader x Shigaraki // 18+ // (Loan shark Au)

Summary: Your dad is a deadbeat (I'm seeing a repeating pattern in my work -_-) and left you and your younger brother with crippling debt. And now they've come to collect.

TW: Swearing, degrading, non-con, ((maybe Abuse))

Life has always been unfair. Unfair to those who can’t afford to live in it. it was no different for lifeforms like you.

“Hey! Y/n the manager wants to see you in his office!” Your co-worker called.

For months you’ve been from paycheck to paycheck with Ume. His little eyes looking at me wondering when we’ll eat. All because of your shit father. All because you were unfortunate to live in a world full of alphas.

“Yes, you called?” You bowed as you entered. When you looked up, all you saw was a man in a black suit sitting down. You looked around to not see the manager anywhere. “Uh, I was told-“

“Are you Y/n?” The man asked. You nodded silently, still unsure of this odd situation. “Who are y-“

“Your father owed us money, see?” He slyly spoke. The man walked towards you, examining you with hungry eyes. You had almost failed to notice how unusual the man’s appearance was. He had hands all over his face with what appeared to be a mask. And although you couldn’t see his eyes, a red glint snuck through his even more creepy aura.

“So?” You asked.

“So… since he fled the town someone needs to pay his debt.” The man scratched. Your eyes grew wide as the man spoke. “Fled?” “W-what do you mean fled?” You shook. That meant if he fled the city then… “By contract you have to pay his debt.” The man cackled. You shook your head violently and backed up. You noticed a man had grabbed you from behind to keep you still as the masked man steadily walked towards you.

“Now, we can do this the hard way, or the easy way..” “an omega like you doesn’t stand a chance.” The man pulled his hand mask off and revealed a distorted pleased look on his face. “A pretty thing like you… working like this… doesn’t suit you anyway.” He looked at his henchman and just like that you were being manhandled outside. “N-no! Let me go!” “I didn’t borrow any of that money!?” “UME!” You shouted and pleaded with the henchman to let you go as you locked faces with your little brother. But to no avail, nothing worked. When the man opened the car door you saw Ume clearly distressed. You took no time in hugging him. “Ume..”

“Big sis..” he asked. “Y-yes Ume?” You answered, trying to keep it together even after your mini outburst.

“What’s happening?” He asked, full of innocence. you glanced around to try to find something to make light of.

“…d-don’t worry Ume, we’re just going somewhere safe for awhile…” you tried to lie as best as possible. And on a whim you latched onto Ume and sped off out of the car on foot, knowing it was in vain but still making an effort. “No fucking way am I paying for a debt I didn’t make.” Your mind raced and paused for a moment realizing you didn’t have this week's paycheck and about no more than $300 to your name. You didn’t have a home, guessing that they knew where you lived. Your mind started to think rational, seeing there was no point in running anymore but looking down at Ume you kept running anyway.

In your peripheral vision you saw the oobleck black car, giving chase to your game, slowly gaining on you. You took a sharp turn, snapping towards the ocean. For once you slowed down under the sand, peering down at Ume, who was clenching you tightly, clearly afraid. “Don’t worry Ume.. Big sisters’ gonna do something.” You said, trying to maintain the steadiness in your voice. Ume clenched harder as the sound of hentchmen came crashing after you both.

You gulped, taking a step into the cold clashing waters, looking down at Ume before walking to the staircase of the endless sea. Your hair flew in the wind as you slowly sank, Ume being half way in the water, clenching harder as the tides crashed into his fragile body. “Y-y/n…” he cried. You felt at peace, succumbing to the temptation of death, knowing that it’d be cruel to bring Ume forcefully with you, but knowing damn well you weren’t gonna leave him with the debt.

As soon as you closed your eyes to lay in a bed of water with the sea creatures gently nibbling at your clothes, curious of the being invading their waters a large hand reached for you, clashing with the peace and remedy of dying.

“Sorry it can’t be this easy.” The raspy man spoke, fwiping you around to face him. Your 2 parallel faces, one of fear and emptiness, and the other of thrill and sick pleasure. He threw you both on land where you no longer fought, only grasping onto Ume. The henchmen gripped him and thrashed him away from you, like ripping a cub from his family.

“N-NO!” You cried.

“Y/N!” Ume sobbed, beating the henchman that threw him around.

The long haired man grabbed you and threw you into the black familiar car.

Ume soon joined you again, reaching onto you as you buckled him up, not letting go with a single little finger always holding onto something of you. “Don’t worry Ume..” you kissed the top of his chunky forehead, trying to reassure him while spwhispering apologetically in his ruffled hair.

The wretched man chuckled watching this charade go on.

As the car sped down countless streetlights, and roads you didn’t recognize you held Ume as close to you as possible while keeping a stray distance away from your captor. He didn’t seem to care as he would constantly try to chat with you.

“You don’t talk much do you?” He asked. You ignored him and stared down at Ume who was sound asleep from crying.

“And you have a kid? And here I thought you were a virgin.” He cackled. You shivered as he made unsavory remarks.

The car suddenly stopped and the door opened with a swish. A woman with blonde hair and a skirt flew around the car door and swept up Ume in a flash. “No! Ume!”

“Don’t worry Noona will be real good to you!” She said with a big grin to him before Ume could get time to cry for his sibling back. The car door slammed shortly after, and you wasted no time in unbuckling to chase after, until the man held your torso to the seat. You flashed a desperate and angry face at him.

“Calm down, if you want to see him again, you’ll cooperate, the adults have something to talk about.” He spoke. You knew you couldn’t risk any harm going to Ume. And you also knew that you clearly weren’t in control.

You sat back, and slumped in your seat as the car shifted back into driving gear.

Once again you passed countless streetlights, the lights hue getting brighter, signifying how late in the night it was getting.

“A bar?” You thought. The car door opened and the man urged you to get out while also reminding you what would happen if you ran. You made a minimal attempt to run as you took in the weird surroundings. The man chuckled at you from behind. “You seem to find a lot of fucked up things funny today don’t you?” Finally pissed off to the point you didn’t care. The man snickered again louder, opening the door to the dingy bar that wrecked of evil. “What is this?” You spoke demandingly. You were sick of games. When you faced him his grin had grown into a plaguing smile. “You’ll see.” He said eerily, guiding you to the back where rooms looked like they were held. There were about 5 good doors and not one you didn’t take note of. “Don’t fall behind now princess.” He advised. You scoffed catching up to him to the 2nd door in the hallway. Puzzled, you looked up at him. “Come in.” You entered hesitantly.

He closed the door softly behind you as you took a 360 around the room.

“Now, down to business.” “That little chase of yours was fun and all but now it’s serious. And stuff like that can’t be tolerated. There has to be punishments for stuff like that.” The man scratched. “I’m well aware that you are pretty much broke, and you not having a house is bad for me because you know why?” He inquired.

You stared at him blankly knowing the straight answer. “No money for you.”

“Right. So as generous as I am, I'm letting you stay here until your debt is settled.” He clasped.

“But this isn’t my debt” you rumbled back.

The man just laughed. Before you saw what hit you he slammed you onto the bed, his bulge getting more visible against you.

“It is now.” He grinned.

You squeezed and prodded under him, for the lack of trying to get him off of you. “G-get off of me you-“ he pouted, grabbing your face and scrunching it up to look at him. “You really are a feisty omega aren’t you?” He said, feeling up and down your body, glazing over every hip dip, and outside crevasse of your body reaching your thigh, that was still damp with sea salt water. “Stop it!” You screeched, hoping some good nearby neighbors would intervene.

“Sorry baby, no one around here but us.” He cackled as your blood drew white. Your body became more passionate about escaping back to Ume.

But no matter how hard you tried, his frail body held you stiff.

“I’ll tell you what princess, I’ll count today as a payment if you let me use your hole today.” He lobbed his tongue out at you, with heavy desire and endless lust.

But you were busy ignoring his words, instead focusing on heaving his body to the ground and slashing him with something.

He wasted no time wreaking your soggy pants, throwing them to your feet along with your panties. You tried to cover your body as much as possible and ignore the rapid growth of his bulge. “Kyaaaa!” You screamed.

“Already testing how soundproof these walls are? Don’t worry, the whole world can hear you tonight for all I care.” He kissed and mewled at your face. You tried to push your face, trash your body away, anything. But all efforts seemed to only make the situation worse. He unbuckled his belt, hiking up your shirt, revealing your bounced perked tits. Heat headed to your head, seeing as you’ve never even changed in front of someone else before. So having a man you’d never seen in your life before today, undress and humiliate you like this had you feeling lightheaded. “You're getting so wet. I guess all that denying stuff was to hide how much of a dirty whore you are.”

He whispered into your ear, his hot breath seeping into your body, making you shiver.

You felt how his wet pre-coated cock coated your outer pussy. “Look at how well me n’ you mesh sweetheart.” He joked, forcing your head to see the irreversible damage he was about to assign. As you both stared down he placed on a convenient condom and roughly inserted his twitching tip inside your tight cunt, instantly letting out a groan. Slowly shoving what he could inside your tight little pussy, your face twisted. “D-dammit…s-so tight princess.” “Let up w-will…ya, you're gonna break my dick in half.” He snickered trying to pulsate a small movement in and out of you as you wiggled under him. “It hurts! Stop dammit! Take it out!” You wiggled, your body sucking him in, doing the opposite of what you wanted.

You always imagined that if you’d ever had your first time it’d be sacred and special. It would’ve been with someone you truly loved with your heart, you’d get a house together, laugh and live somewhere nice, by a shoreside or in the city, with a bustling life.

But now you couldn’t think of the image that you had played yourself into believing for as long as you did, as the man above you pumped his throbbing cock through your body. The dull ache bringing you back from wherever you were. “See, once you loosen up it gets better.” He cocked, pounding you faster with steady motion. Your breast bounced with every pressure point he hit when he slammed into you recklessly. Your tears had evaporated for the blood infused slick that was coming from you, now forming around his cock. You watched how his manhood destroyed your body. Your breast flying with gravity as he pounded into your cervix. His giant cock leaves a mini bulge inside your stomach making you uncontrollably more wet.

“Look at Little Miss hypocrite. You don’t want this huh?” He said, pounding you slower as he talked. “Your body sure knows what it wants.” He leans down giving you a sloppy kiss while going back to pacing himself too rough.

You closed your eyes as you heard the miscellaneous sounds your pussy was shouting. “No,no,no sweety, you need to look at every second of this cock pounding you.” “Makes you understand what happens when sluts like you think they can beat me.” He said, squinting your eyes open.

You felt yourself tightening with a knot inside your stomach getting looser. “P-please stop I have to-“

“Cum?” He said, unsurprisingly going faster to ride out your orgasm. You squirmed, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of something like this. But with the way he swapped positions so quickly so that you were on all fours, and the way he had a special angle to hit your g-spot, numb tickled you as you felt yourself slowly get loose. Your body rolling into his, trying to reach the end goal and climax. Your pussy squelched and tightened around him as you felt yourself getting dangerously close.

“O-oh my g-“ you shook violently before squirting your cum everywhere. Not long after you the man finished, busting inside the rubber condom while your cum roamed free.

Your body felt weak, and your body fell limp quickly before he slid himself out of you, leaving you feeling the cold air, glaze over your bare hole. huffing in silence you watched him dispose of the bloodied cum-filled condom. The ache stays dull but distant for now as you reach for some scrap of clothing, still wanting to remain somewhat dignified after being revenged like that. The man watched you struggle, throwing small giggles and snickers to encourage you. Tears pricked at your eyes, but you swore to yourself he’d never get to see you cry. Not in this life. Not until he was begging for his life under you.

“Here.” He said, tossing you articles of clothing and shorts.

“W-where did you get these?” You questioned as you inspected it, seeing as they were the same pair that you wore to bed regularly, and to prove it, it was stained with your scent.

“Your landlord handed them to me when I dropped by. Good old man, really cared about you and the little shit.” You flinched at the nickname, your primal instinct back to your still missing brother. “Ume!” You replied.

The man’s eyes rolled. “I have no interest in hurting your kid.” He walked toward you, clenching his jaw, looking you in your eyes, his eyes flashing heats of blood. “But I’ll hurt him if you give me a reason to.” He backed away rummaging through his wallet. “Here, for your…work”

You scoffed, staring with hatred at the money that sat on the desk beside you. The man transitioned to the door, not turning around as he spoke one last time to you.

“You’ll get the little shit back in the morning so I suggest you get plenty of sleep princess.”

“Whatever fucker.” You spat back.

“Shigaraki. Or master for you.” He shrugged unbothered by your bitter comment.

With that he left, leaving you in a room that haunted you with silence. The last thing you could think about was sleep.

An: Hey guys, as you can see, I'm back from a very looooong Hiatus. I don't wanna speak to much on what caused me to leave but I don't want to also say that I'll be back full time or even part time. This might be a thing where I post on here when I feel like it, or maybe it will be part time. All I can really get into detail about is that I've missed you all but didn't know how to get back in, so what better way than with a fic.

Anyway, I hope I do end up posting on here again like I used to but no promises. I suggest you don't commission me for the time being until I can make up my mind.

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Who's she? ((Sequel??))

Summary: You're a timid girl that was forced to be a hero (And your family sucks)

TW: Emotional Abuse, inferiority complex

Quirk: Death Touch, when you activate your quirk, you produce a gooey black slime from your hands that can be used to trap your enemies and can burn acid. You can also make makeshift weapons and a pair of wings with your slime. (The slime can also be used like a lasso). ((Cons)): because the slime is so sticky, it only releases after the user is calm and relaxed, if not relaxed then the harder the slime is to get off.

"Y/N we expected more from you." "Look at your sister." "Why can't you be more like her?" I knew my life would never be easy when I looked at who my parents were. I can't remember the last time they had said anything other than the words of sheer disappointment. But that's just what I was. A disappointment.

We walked to our rooms without sharing a single word. She loomed over me, looking at my face for an expression, but I had none to give. I was never animated. One to express emotion to situations. "Why get all bent about it when I saw it coming anyway." Is what I tell myself. I knew it was a stupid moto to live by, but it was really the only thing keeping me from losing face in front of everyone.

In this household it was 'show face to fear and you'll get eaten alive'. And my parents were that fear. When me and my sister were old enough to start talking, we were trained to become the next pro hero's. They claimed it was to keep the legacy going. But by the looks of it I would just be a letdown. "Don't let them get to you sis." Amaki said, hugging me. I just simply nodded and grabbed pajamas to take a quick shower. When I stepped outside of my door, I heard faint murmuring coming from downstairs. I figured it was another conversation about how little progress I was making, and how I'd never meet expectations. I decided that I'd just wait until they were done talking to take my shower, figuring that I didn't need any more negative words today, my sanity was already depleting at an alarming rate, when I heard my mother speak. "Y/N just isn't as good as her sister dear." She spoke with worry. "We will send then to UA and hopefully they can train her to be better." You stared blankly into the wall at the family portrait that hung slightly crooked. I was so angry even though my face was as expressionless as a puppet. I wanted to just pour everything out to them. Tell them how their expectations on me where unrealistic and was driving me insane... But I knew it wouldn't work anyway. So, I quietly walked off to the showers.

AN: Sorry, this is so short I wanted to just get something out here since I've been lackluster these days! >.<

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this made my toes curl a little to hard 😟

safe house

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader Wordcount: 3.1k Warnings: semi public sex. rough smut. pain kink. size difference. ghost is a simp. sex on a couch. cum play Summary: “Kid,” he husks. “I wouldn’t give a shit if they all came in and watched.” Simon 'Ghost' Riley Masterlist

Of all the risky shit you've participated in, deciding to sit with Ghost post-mission takes the cake. Things just happen. Out of your control.

You can't not listen to him.

Even your teammates give you nervous glances when Simon barks at you to come see him for a "debrief."

You're screwed, lass.

Eat a dick, Soap.

So here you are, forced to brush shoulders with your hulking lieutenant while the others shower or scrape cold chili out of cans in the tiny safe house kitchen.

Everything is secure.

Ghost smells like fireworks. There’s snow still melting in his boots. He’s managed to remove all his gear aside from his gun on the coffee table, but he’s just as enormous. Burly. Rippling with that animal aggression, he can’t shake off after a mission.

“You should shower,” you suggest sweetly. You’d gotten first dibs, but you’d been unable to scrape off the blood wedged under your fingernails and mud crusted to your hairline like sea barnacles. You feel dirty, as if the job had left you withered and full of dust. There’s the particular flavor of guilt clinging to the underside of your mouth.

“You didn’t listen to a direct order,” Ghost utters in a voice so quiet it could flicker into smoke. He was screaming at you earlier, demanding that you return to him instead of toward the USB drive with the intel. Red Fox. You take one more bloody step, and I’ll suspend your ass.

“It would have been for nothing had we not gotten it,” you protest. Deny. Deny. Double down. Invent excuses, even though the scariest man alive is speaking to you like he may just break your neck.

He shifts on the couch. The sounds of your teammates seem very far away, although they’re only in the next room. Simon is angry, and it’s not the familiar hot-headed fury he favors. No. It’s chilling. He’s holding himself back. Out of the corner of your eye, you see his gloveless fingers curl around the edge of the couch. They’re enormous hands. They can wrap entirely around your bicep, the nape of your neck, or the crown of your skull.

He leans back, thighs spread open, stealing space and shoving you toward the end of the couch without even moving a muscle.

“I’m sorry,” you offer rather pathetically. Your voice is audibly weary, utterly subservient. Ghost runs a tight fucking ship, and everything can collapse if you step a hair out of line.

He presses his arm against yours, lowering his head closer to your ear. “I don’t give a fuck.”

His hand finds your hip, and before you realize it, he’s got one arm banded around your chest while keeping you pinned to his front. Hee slides behind you until you’re both horizontal, your legs tangled together, his covered mouth puffing warm air against your jaw. You could be spooning if his embrace wasn’t so carved with aggression.

“You know it’s not about bloody fuckin’ orders,” he growls as he shoves your sweats down your thighs.

“Wha-”

You choke on a gasp as the muscular forearm around your cotton-covered tits squeezes, sealing you into him until you can’t budge an inch. You can hear him fumbling with the button on his pants. There’s blood on his boots. The denim and his sweatshirt irritate your bare skin. You’re damp from your shower, and he’s coated in a thin film of battle. “Simon,” you warn. “They’ll - they’ll come in.”

Unbothered, he continues, and you can feel him, heavy and hot against your lower back. “What did I tell you?” he mutters into your hair. “Before we left...when I had you on your knees?”

Your mind is sprinting on overdrive. The blood rushing under your skin is flaring to an almost unbearable heat. Yesterday morning? You’d snuck into the bathroom with Simon...gotten on the cold tile floor, and sucked him off until he’d nearly punched a hole in the cheap plaster wall. He’d been surprised. It’s not like you hadn’t screwed before, but anytime you ever gave him pleasure when it was only about him, he’d get totally weird.

Like he didn’t deserve it even though he -

Without warning, he breaches you with a thick finger. You bite down on your lower lip, swallowing a grunt. Your sweats are caught around your knees, and his tree trunks for legs spread you open and stretched like you’re latched into an intricate web. He lazily thrusts into your soaked cunt, drawing his finger out to the tip before sinking it back to the knuckle.

“Jesus, Riley,” you moan, and the arm across your breasts lifts just enough so he can cover your mouth with his hand.

“What did I say, love?”

Your brain isn’t working. Your entire focus has narrowed to the overwhelming sensation of him finger-fucking you from behind. It is a rare show on his part. It’s risky, but Simon Riley is a super soldier, and his hyper-fixation is now firmly on the task of ruining you.

He lowers the hand from your lips to allow you to speak.

“Swallow it?” you try, and he pauses before an unsettling, baritone noise reverberates within his massive chest and he withdraws his finger only to bury two inside you.

You jerk, keeping silent but dangerously on the brink of a damn orgasm. You’re drenched, and Ghost’s slow, drawn-out movements squelch with every perfunctory pump of his hand.

You can feel the hard shell of his mask against the crown of your head. “You’re going to be the death of me, kid,” Ghost sighs.

He sounds...exasperated. Perhaps, you had, admittedly, fucked up. You shouldn’t have done it. You should have listened to him. Escape had been narrow and made even more narrow by you wasting precious seconds to grab the intel. Even if Ghost had the countenance of a bull shark, he cared more than most. He was staunchly loyal. He wouldn’t lose people under his watch.

But you aren’t just people.

Fuck buddy? Sure.

More than that?

You weren’t entirely oblivious to how he touched you outside their secret trysts. His gaze lingered, his presence curled around you like an oversized shadow.

What had he said yesterday morning?

“Stay alive,” he husked as his palm enveloped the top of your skull, those sleepy, ink-filled eyes searching yours. His thumb traced your cheek as you rested the side of your face against his thigh. The salt of him coated your throat, the nape of your neck still tingled from his iron grip when he finished in your mouth. “Please.”

Gingerly, you tug an arm free to grasp the hand silencing you. You pull it away, and Ghost, Simon, allows it. Shooting him a desperate, aching glance over your shoulder, you press your lips to his fingertips. “I’m sorry,” you repeat. “I’ll stay alive for you.”

You give his words back, hoping it’s enough.

See? I was listening. I was listening as you throat-fucked me.

Pleased, he murmurs your name as he presses closer before you force two of his fingers into your mouth and suck. He goes rigid, and the other set of fingers inside you become still as if he’s trying to assess this startling development and figure out the next strategy. It is only a moment, a few seconds, and then he draws away from your cunt to grasp the underside of your thigh. He eases it up before shifting his hips forward, and there he is: his thick, unforgiving length crudely gliding through your folds. The pleasure comes in bursts. Tiny pricks. Stars. Each time the head of his cock grazes your clit, it sends sparks unfurling in your belly. You shove your ass back into him, demanding and needy.

You started this, you want to say when you know he’d turn it around with: You did when you didn’t fucking listen.

His hand returns to your hip, his thumb rubbing small, tight circles into the flesh. “Desperate, are we?” His voice is rough - all gravel and artillery smoke and so low it sweeps like a tongue against the seam of your pussy. “I thought you were scared the others would see us?”

You release his fingers with a slick pop, and he, once again, wraps his forearm around your chest in order to anchor you to him. You can just imagine the scene the team would walk in on.

Ghost, fully clothed, with his tattooed arm snug around your tits. You’re in a flimsy tank top with your sweats tangled around your knees. His mask-covered face is notched over your shoulder. To anyone, he’d look untouched while you were ruined. Bare thighs glistening with your own arousal. Humiliating.

“Do you care?”

He chuckles, and it vibrates against your back. “Kid,” he husks. “I wouldn’t give a shit if they all came in and watched.”

You shiver, involuntarily clenching around nothing. “Right,” you croak as you feel his hips draw back again, the fingers holding your thigh in the air, are digging into your skin. Blunt nails. Dirt. “Because...because then they’d know I’m yours.”

That must do something to him because he sucks in a breath and suddenly, without hesitation, slides into you until his groin is nestled against your ass. You black-out. Your vision swims and blurs until you can’t distinguish between the dark fireplace and the shitty armchairs. His cock is too big. That’s a stone-cold fact. The first time he’d fucked you had been more than a challenge. He’d prepared you with his tongue, fingers, spit and lube you filched from Soap, but it had still been difficult.

He’s breathing steadily as his heart thumps against your back. His hand falls to your stomach, where he can, undoubtedly, feel the head of his cock nudging one of your internal organs. You feel full - crammed to the brim and feverish. Sweat collects at your hairline as you endure the pressure of him inside you. The girth. The weight. Every time Ghost fucks you, it’s a lesson in endurance. He can go for hours, and you take it like his well-trained soldier. The two of you are an HR nightmare.

You squeak when Ghost presses his balaclava-covered mouth to your neck. “Good girl,” he soothes, clucking his tongue. “Good girl...just take it like you are. Fuckin’ perfect.”

Well-endowed fuck.

It’s only painful in a good way. Your body accommodates him, allowing him to squeeze an inch deeper as his hand slides down from your belly to your clit. He presses it gently before drawing circles. He retreats, his cock dragging through your walls until he’s halfway out before he plunges back in. The pace is unhurried. He’s grinding into you as if he’s savoring every part of your pussy. He cups your tits, grasps your throat, and explores the sensitive flesh stretched around his enormous shaft.

You’re never having anal.

Unless he asked really nicely.

“I want to mark you,” he muses through long, deliberate strokes. “If I come in that lovely cunt, you’d keep me in there, yeah?”

“Of course,” you reply immediately, even though you sound like you’ve been drowned and spit back onto the beach. You’re so sick with him, overwhelmed and a little in love and how did this fucking happen? “Anything you want, Luitenant.”

He delivers a sharper thrust that nearly propels you off the couch, but his grasp on your waist is unforgivable. His strength. His presence. He smells like sweat and packed dirt and a forest fire. “You’re bloody obedient when I’ve got my cock in you.”

Obviously.

“I know,” you murmur as you bite your lip again when he strikes something tender. He’s rubbing your clit in time with every snap of his hips, dick pistoning inside you as your lower muscles buckle, your thighs quivering as your pleasure hangs precariously over a steep drop. His legs wedge yours open, keeping your cunt spread as he manipulates your body like one of his precious guns. If I move this, what will this do? Let me make it better.

“I’m so - so fucking easy,” you slur.

“No,” he grits as his pelvis begins to stutter against your ass, his breathing ragged. “No, you’re the most difficult thing I’ve ever had beneath me - ever - ever had to fuckin’ handle.”

God - that has double meanings. You’re his subordinate. You’re his lover. You’re on your knees for him, but it goes both ways. It had been Ghost who had turned the lights off the first time and removed his mask. He’d trusted you enough to shut your eyes and let him lick your pussy until you were in tears.

I wouldn’t look, Riley. That’s something I won’t take unless you give it.

You had felt his face, though. In the pitch blank, you had touched his full lips, the defined lines of his cheekbones. You’d felt his thick, silky hair and the bumps of various scars.

You feel sexy.

You’re trying to butter me up.

The sounds from the kitchen startle you. The men are taunting each other. A pan clatters. The volume turns up, and you suddenly realize that you and Ghost are making quite a bit of noise. The couch is creaking. Your cunt indecently squelches with every spear of his cock. He’s grunting into your hair, the skin at his groin smacking the full flesh of your ass as he bottoms out.

“They’re going to hear us,” you warn. You’re on the cusp of exploding, breaking into fragments.

“They probably already do,” he quips before fucking you harder. Your hand flies up to clutch at his burly forearm, your other hand rises higher to grasp the back of his head. You want his hair, you want to fist it and hurt him just a little. “Easy, love,” he urges. “Relax...relax...you’re getting too tense.”

He’s right. Your orgasm has fluttered away because now you’re fully aware that your teammates have probably created a racket to drown out their Lieutenant, their stiff, cold enigma of a Lieutenant, railing their comrade into the couch.

“Focus, kid,” he orders bluntly as if he was chastising you on a mission. He ducks his head and nuzzles your cheek to coax you back into his fold. “They won’t come in,” he drawls in a low, piercing rumble. “They won’t say a goddamn word because they know I’d murder every one of them if they tried ripping me away from this cunt.”

Holy. Fuck.

Everything has climbed up your throat. Your head is on backward. The pressure of his cock, his fingers on your clit, and his massive body wrapped around your own is causing the air to crackle.

“Simon,” you gasp as he readjusts his grip and forces you forward. He shifts his hips so he’s thrusting down, and it’s impossible to know when he’ll be done. He rides your ass until his pace falters and his cock twitches and throbs before he abruptly settles, douses out the fire, and continues at a more even, lazy rhythm.

“I need you to come for me, darling,” he encourages softly. It’s dipped in a tenderness that surprises you. His voice remains deep and gruff, but there’s a gentleness behind it. You’ve never seen his face, and the intimacy with which he handles you is nothing you have ever experienced. It is too much.

Ghost gives you his history in patches. There are brief moments where finishes and rolls off you, and you both just stare at the ceiling, fingers brushing in the dark. “There’s this pub by the Irwell that I think you’d fancy,” he remarks. “Jesus knows if it’s still around, but I reckon you’d like it.”

It’s not just sex. This is not just sex at all.

Stay alive.

Please.

You know it’s not about bloody fuckin’ orders.

Simon is coaxing you into your climax. He’s buried so deep that you can feel the tip of him nudge against your womb. You feel swollen and raw, and his muscles twitch against you. You’re throbbing like an open wound as he maneuvers your ragdoll body on his cock. It should be overwhelming, but his fearsome rough voice is full of yearning when he motivates you to find your pleasure.

The tang of your climax builds until there’s nowhere else for it to go. It roars forward, jolting through your limbs as it forces you to curl into a fetal position, but Simon is right there. He holds you in place, his mask grazing your cheek. “C’mon, love,” he says. “That’s it. Good girl.”

As his palm clamps over your mouth, you erupt, and you bathe his cock in your climax. Hot and flooded as the punch of a tropical storm. “Bite me,” Ghost demands, instinctively thrusting into your soaked, fluttering heat. “Do what you need, love. Take it out on me.”

He groans when your teeth nip his palm. You bite harder, and he nearly chokes.

You don’t understand how this has gone from him enraged to riding you to a full gallop to allowing you to use him for your own pleasure. As he fucks you through it, jamming into the searing, wet clutch of your spasming sex, he hits his end. His hands on you tighten as he makes a deep, grating noise from his chest, filling you up. It’s warm and somewhat soothing. Shuddering, Ghost has to brace his arm on the couch to keep himself from collapsing on top of you.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters as he buries his face into your neck. “Jesus.”

He slips out, and there is only emptiness. You’re aching and sore, and he pets at your cunt, pressing his come deeper so it doesn’t drip. You shift onto your side to face him, his hand still nestled against your pussy, his eyes black and heavy-lidded as they regard you with subtle affection.

“Keep me in there,” he reminds you.

Hesitantly, you snag the edge of his black ski mask and slowly lift it. He stops breathing, his heart beginning to thump wildly as his gaze widens. However, he doesn’t stop you, and it’s a test you predicted.

“Red,” he warns. Your call sign. The bite of his authority rippling between you.

You hitch the mask just a centimeter above his top lip. You sit up awkwardly, your sweats still knotted around your knees, your lower half gone to jello. You grasp his stubbled jaw and kiss him tenderly. He stiffens, making a startled noise in the back of his throat before he decidedly returns it, licking into the cavern of your mouth as he forces you onto your back and wedges himself between your legs. The pointed edge of his skull mask digs into the top of your cheek, but you’re past caring. You can feel his cock filling against the crease of your thigh.

Again? You can’t go again. You’d surely split in half.

“Don’t worry,” he says as if he can read your mind. “I just want this.”

Just this. The couch, the safe house, and their teammates only a room away.

He breathes against your mouth, the sliver of his secret skin scratching your own. You nudge your thumb along a scar and kiss him harder.

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Didn't work// Bakugou x female reader (One shot) ((18+)

Summary: You and Bakugou can't seem to solve your issues.

TW: small Angst, Degrading (Not good one), PTSD,

You were once again tied down to the same nightmare that haunted you. A hidden cackle arose from the dark shadows that you were tied to. "Leave me alone!" You shrieked. You already knew the horrors that lingered in the pitch-black space that surrounded you. "It's your fault you stupid slut..." The echoed voice kept repeating over again. You shriveled to the ground and covered your ears to ignore the loud voices that tainted your poor heart. "Stop! STOP!" You cried. You couldn't feel the tears streaming down your face as another hidden force held you down. You couldn't move your limbs, as the echoed voices only got closer. "You think you can hide from me y/n?!" The shadowed voice finally revealed itself, you froze when you saw who it was. Your loving boyfriend looking down on you, with absolute pity. "You think anybody can love you with these horrifying scars." "What a useless whore." Your eyes shot wide as his boot shoved your face down. The heavy weight that held you had no sign of letting go. "Please..." "listen to my voice love." A calming voice called. "B-Bakugou...?" You weakly cried. You shook your head as you felt like you had before, betrayed. "Fight me!" "That's all your good for! A fucking weapon." The evil spiteful voice spoke.

"Baby please open your eyes." "I need you to calm down." "It's ok, you're not there." You shot open your eyes as your boyfriend was there, hugging you and whispering sweet encouraging words into your ears as everything in the room was floating. Your boyfriend was covered in scratches that looked like they drew a lot of blood. You immediately came to your senses and everything in the room dropped as quickly as they flew. "B-Bakugou..." "I did it again didn't I..." He didn't say anything as he just nodded and hugged you tighter. "I-I'm so sorry!" You said, trying to rub his wounds. He stopped hugging you to look at you.

"Baby these nightmares keep getting worse." You looked at him with a tired and restless look. You saw the same tired expression on Bakugou's face. "Bakugou...I think it's time..." Bakugou's eyes shot wide. "No!" "Bakugou...You can't keep putting up with me." "Bullshit! I can put up with anything" He grabbed your cheeks and pulled them to his face, trying to make you look at him. But you couldn't, you knew that as long as he was with you this is same night he'd be greeted by. "Bakugou, I think it's for the best. I can't keep doing this to you." You finally looked up at your boyfriend and cracked a small smile. "Listen it won't be permanent just a little break." You said kissing his cheeks. Bakugou didn't move as you stood up and grabbed a coat. You didn't think it was a good idea to have Bakugou outside this late. "Baby please..." He whimpered. Which was something that you never heard Bakugou do. You felt your eyes welting up with fresh salty tears. You couldn't turn around and face him, you knew if you did, you'd never want to leave his warm, strong embrace. You walked out of the door, closing it softly trying to soften the blow you had just delt. You pulled out your phone and started texting Mina up. She was surprisingly awake and didn't hesitate to call you and ask for the intel.

The next few weeks were as hard as the night you left him. You stayed with Mina for the time being but rarely ever went there. You wanted to breathe but every time you thought about calling Bakugou to tell him how much you loved him, you were constantly reminded of the nightmares that held you. You knew you wanted to go back to him when you weren't suffering. But you couldn't tell when that would be which is what scared you. You worried that Bakugou would just find someone better, someone without problems, that was truly perfect for him. You still saw him at work from time to time, but you were to caught in your thoughts to ever notice the way he stared holes into you. Kirishima and Denki tried to talk with you, but they could see how depressed and tired of the nightmares you were. They reassured you and begged you to talk to Bakugou about it to work it out, but you just couldn't. You barely had the energy to talk to Mina about this stuff.

"Today Y/n and Pro Hero Hawks will do patrol" You nodded and faced Hawks to bow emotionless. On your patrol the bird man never ceased to talk. He was always saying something snarky or joking about chicken. It didn't bother you, you actually liked how his stupid jokes took you away from your whirling head. "Is everything ok with you kid?" You nodded as the sound of screams covered your ears. Hawks signaled as he flew in the air to examine the scene. it seemed some low-class villains had gotten to some civilians. You ran to the case and used your quirk to suspend the villains in the air. "Run go get-" "AGH!" You screeched as a sharp beam flew into your side. You instantly lost grip of the two measly villains and flew to the ground. Hawks's late entrance caused you to call him over. Panic rushed over him as he tried to assess you. You started to see black fade as your focus on hawks began to blur.

You woke up in a white room. You jolted up, your hip paining you to lay back down. You wince at the pain and looked at the neatly wrapped bandages that where around your waist. "Awake?" A voice said from the seat. You wouldn't have noticed your boyfriend sitting there had he not said something. You looked around confused if this was a dream. He smiled at your confusion and wasted no time in squeezing you. "You dumbass." Is all he could choke up. You rubbed him on the back. "I'm sorry I scared you." You couldn't say sorry for anything else at the moment. You wanted to apologize for leaving him so suddenly, not begin able to talk to him like you should've from the start, not even attempting to make things work out between you both. Instead, you just rubbed up and down his tense back.

"Do you still have those nightmare nerd?" He said, staring his eyes into you. You shook your head, trying to ignore the stupid nightmares that started this mess in the first place. "I-I mean they come sometime-" "Then we'll deal with them together." You nodded as fell into his embrace again. Not wanting to let go anymore. You knew that you were better by his side. You didn't want to take this alone. You knew you couldn't. You shifted in his warm space. "I have an idea to get your mind off of this nightmare crap." He said, smirking. You looked at him slightly confused yet you knew what he was implying. "Bakugou we can't do this here." "What if someone walks in?!" You said, staring at the door. He just shrugged and started climbing on the bed. "Guess we'll have to stay hidden." He said sitting with you. "Sit on my face baby." Your eyes grew wide, and a quick rush of heat floated above you head. "Sit on what?" You said, thinking you misheard him. But Bakugou just sat there waiting for you to go in motion. When he saw your reluctance, his face formed into a pout. "Baby I don't want to hurt you." You grabbed his face and pulled him in for a kiss. Bakugou fell into your touch so easily. You felt how hard his throbbing cock. You sighed and pushed Katsuki on his back. "Fine just let me know if-" He wasted no time in pulling your panties aside. You felt his warm breath creep slowly on your cunt. You felt it twitch when he kissed the clit.

"Horny already?" He said sly as he started slurping up your liquids. "Whose fault do you think that is?" You ask, moaning in breathes for him. You knew nobody got you stirred up like Bakugou. He knew all the ways to get you turned on just by staring at you.

The way he started feasting on your pussy like he was starving never failed to make you cum all over him. You groaned as you felt your high kicking into full drive. "Cum for me baby~" He whispered while eating your sloppy cunt out. You felt your stomach about to break as you squirted all over his tongue. He slurped you up as fast as he could. You laid limp against him, Bakugou popping his head from your thighs licking his lips. "I think your relaxed now wouldn't you say?" You were coming down from your dizzy high as he started positioning you on your back and rubbing his long, hard, throbbing cock on your entrance. You wince as he shoves his throbbing cock into your tight walls. Bakugou let's out a groan. "My cock's already gonna explode" "Y-you're so tight" The pleasure rose faster than the pain of how you haven't done this with him in a while. "Bakugou..." You moaned. He chuckled and thrusted in and out of your wet hole.

Sounds of sex and dirty moans filled the room. Bakugou kissed and nibbled in your ear as you groaned in pleasure from his burning touch. The way he pounded in and out of you, leaving his tip and then pounding deep into your poor womb almost drove you over the edge. "C-cum on my cock baby!" He yelled as he pounded at a faster pace. You did it on command as both of you reached your climax. You fell limp as you felt Bakugou's cum explore your wobbling insides. You're cum seeped out and gushed all over your boyfriend's twitching member.

"We are never splitting apart again, ok dumbass?" He said, as he flopped beside you.

"Ok, Bakugou." You smiled into his chest as he kissed your forehead.

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