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Remember when Kacchan complained about Izuku obviously skulking around with All Might and how they need to be less conspicuous about their connection with each other? When you think about it, no one cared that much what the heck Izuku was up to… except for Kacchan himself. And in hindsight, that interaction is just so freaking cute. Just because this guy is always hyper aware of Izuku and the people surrounding him and absolutely concerned with his business, he thinks others will be too.

Take Season 2 for example at the sport festival… How did he even come to eavesdrop on Todoroki in the first place? By following and being invested in what Izuku was doing with him because Kacchan got so jealous about Todoroki declaring war on his shitnerd 😩 he couldn’t stand the idea of them going off alone somewhere together.

Stop the cap. You were there because you followed Izuku, Katsuki.

Kacchan’s always overly concerned about Izuku and on top of that, he was jealous of Shouto taking his rival nerd from him. So when he got curious seeing them go off somewhere alone, he followed them and eavesdropped.

And another time he eavesdropped on Izuku in Heroes Rising.

He’s so focused on whatever Izuku’s doing or saying, he tunnel visions like hell. Here he forgot about his icey and it melted off the stick.

Not only does he always give Izuku his undivided attention, he definitely wants it returned.

Izuku’s always looked at his back, right? Whether that was walking behind him in the woods, or being seated behind him in class... I think at some point Katsuki came to crave his gaze on him and secretly loved his praise too and that feeling was exposed in the joint training arc with his “Keep your eyes on me, Deku” 😂

Oh Katsuki don’t lie ❤️

You knew he’d be watching you like this with his big and shiny doe eyes didn’t you ;)

Turns out you’re allowed to be obsessed with Kacchan, Izuku. He was just being a hypocritical tsundere whenever he said stuff like this:

Remember when there were a bunch of Kacchan apologists that victim blamed Izuku for sticking around when he was told to leave him alone? What if I told you Katsuki never truly wanted Izuku to leave? Because if he did leave, then who would Kacchan stalk? 😂

Honestly!!! Kacchan’s Izuku complex and how he projected it onto him like Deku is the only one who’s obsessed, is one of my biggest sources of amusement with this ship. Heh. 🤭 They are true equal partners in a lot of ways…

Between all the “Did I do better than Deku?”,

the eavesdropping

and every single time Katsuki targeted him, if you’re able to describe all of this as nothing other than PURE UNADULTERATED OBSESSION...?

DING DING DING. You’re damn right it is!

Then you flip the hate around because it turns out he was wrong to hate that person in the first place after all, and what does Katsuki’s obsession start to look like? Maybe a little something like this.

They’re obsessed with each other and always have been and this is perfectly fine. It used to be very antagonistic attention on Katsuki’s end but his attention has since become all soft and gentle because now..? Now he’s just in love. ❤️ And that’s the tea~ ☕️

#Kacchan calling Deku stalker is literal pot meet kettle #kacchans obsession is so obvious 😩#he's adorable #like in hindsight of everything he ever said lmfaooo #bakudeku #also...#bkdk canon #op #bnha meta #Kacchan loves deku #kacchan was the one interested in izuku deep in his heart from the start lmfao #though izuku never denied himself the self satisfaction of his admiration of kacchan #kacchan slowly coming to terms with being JUST AS OBSESSED with izuku is such a blessing #I excavated this post from deep within the drafts xD #its always bothered me when people downplayed the fact THEY ARE BOTH OBSESSED WITH EACH OTHER and that is OKAY #bc it is okay #its okay if its kacchan <3 #thank you guys for supporting Kacchan’s obsession along with me #1k #everyone knows he’s such a huge simp… I love that for him #must read meta

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xythlia · 7 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 — (𝐒)𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 !

kinktober week one | knife play | ghostface!belphie x f!reader

welcome to What Goes Bump In The Night week one! Our theater one showing is guaranteed to have you squirming in your seat, whether from fear or pleasure remains to be seen~

› is it weird to gift someone a vial of your blood? Is it weirder if they install a hidden camera in your room to see you with it, only to catch you masturbating and can't help but join in?

› warnings : noncon, yandere, blood, hidden camera, privacy violation, f masturbation, voyeurism, knife play, slapping, creampie, one tiny cut, fingers in mouth, restraint, mask kink, use of slut

› word count : 2k+

🔪 what goes bump in the night?

At first, the little trinkets slipped inside your bag were cute, in a strange sort of way. An origami frog, with a tiny heart inked on its side that now lived on your desk at the house. One of the flowers that grew on RADs grounds slipped inside your bag, the stem carefully clipped of thorns. This one, however, made your stomach squeeze at the sight of it.

A beautiful vial, suspended on a delicate chain, glinting where it caught the light as it softly swung back and forth in your grip. It would've been a lovely gift if not for the suspicious liquid inside the vial itself, thick and colored such a deep red it was almost black. Blood, you knew it immediately. It was probably fresh earlier today but had begun coagulating inside its little glass prison as the day wore on. It unnerved you, made you want to just toss it in the trash, and start refusing the gifts altogether going forward.

But you'd be lying if you said it didn't also thrill you in an odd way. Someone pricked their skin, carefully gathered the blood from the wound, and gifted it to you so furtively. It felt silly to check over your shoulder in your own bedroom but you wanted to be alone before clasping the chain around your neck, adjusting it as it sat between your breasts. Your fingertips traced along the chain, dipping down as you looked at it in the reflection of your vanity mirror.

It was beautiful, but definitely something best worn in complete privacy.

What you didn't know was that just behind you, carefully hidden inside the bookshelf was a camera. You also didn't know someone's eyes were glued to you the entire time, mesmerized watching as you admired the gift, sporting a sleazy smile at seeing you cup your breasts in the reflection of the mirror. The grainy image didn't do you justice, but Belphie knew it was the best he could do for now. This was a slow game, but the demon of sloth had a surprising plethora of patience when it came to you.

His wide eyes tracked your every movement, palming at his cock through his sweatpants as you stripped off your uniform. You looked ethereal with only his gift left on your body, but all too soon you were slipping on a t-shirt. Just as he was about to resign himself to jerking off to the mental image of you again you surprised him.

You laying back against your pillows was a deviation from your routine, but you had his full attention as you held your phone sideways and obscuring your face. No bottoms on, he noted as he went back to palming himself. He also didn't have to guess what you were watching, he's snuck inside your bedroom many a night to go through your phone and found once that you'd failed to close the tab left on a video of someone in a human horror movie costume railing their partner.

He bought the costume the next day, thankful that there was a market for human horror costumes in the devildom. His breathing became harsher watching you rub your fingers over your underwear, betting anything they were soaked in arousal. As you rolled your hips on the feed his mind went back to that costume.

Soft slick sounds filled the room as you slipped your fingers inside yourself, struggling to keep quiet as well as keep a grip on your phone with your other hand. The thin sounds of smacking skin came from it, your eyes never leaving the mask worn in the video. It was something you discovered the first time you'd watched one of the movies, that modulated voice making your clit throb as you watched.

Gently you switch up, slick fingers circling your clit as your eyes drift shut and your legs open a little wider. You were getting lost in the feeling, luckily for the intruder on the other side of the door. With the costume on it was slightly difficult to hear you through the solid wood and his heart beat nearly out of his chest as one gloved hand grasped the handle. The other kept a vise grip on the handle of a kitchen knife.

Soundlessly the door eased open a crack, nearly making him groan at the sight of your legs splayed and your head tipped back with your fingers rubbing against yourself. The door opened wider, Belphie practically salivating behind the mask and completely unable to rip his eyes away from you.

It's too late when you hear the click of the doorjamb, eyes snapping open, hands making a desperate attempt to cover yourself and body rigid as mortification shoots through your veins like a bullet. Your mind short circuits, unable to make sense of what you're looking at. Yes, someone did walk in on you masturbating but this has to be some kind of sick joke.

It's when the cold glint of steel catches your eye that you know this isn't a joke. The shriek barely makes it out of your mouth before he's on you, pressing forcefully between your legs, fighting against your thrashing to grab your hands, pinning them painfully together above your head with one hand as the flat edge of the knife presses to your neck.

Your eyes sting with imminent tears, wincing as the bones in your wrists grind against each other in his tightening grip. Shallow gasps keep a hard and fast pace from your lungs as you struggle to look into the pitch black eye holes of the mask. You start to tremble, and it feels like eons before that analog voice crackles to life.

"You liked the gift that much?" His tone sounds teasing, playful even. At sharp odds with the painful position he's keeping you in.

You don't dare respond, frozen as a deer in headlights. You're not even sure if you could, your hearts beating so fast you're afraid you might vomit it up. This is who's been leaving those for you?

Slowly the knife turns against your skin, sharp point pinching only briefly before he starts tracing downward with it, sliding it all the way to your shirts bottom hem before slipping it underneath. You gasp sharply, half screaming, as he violently wrenches it upwards to tear a hole through the material. Every muscle is impossibly taught, eyes squeezed shut hearing the fabric rip and tear as you silently plead for it not to be your skin next as the balmy air hits your exposed chest.

"I'm a little disappointed. You have the real thing right in front of you and all you can do is cry?" He says, annoyance dripping from every word. His hips grind against your barely covered cunt, making your legs jerk. You felt sick to your stomach feeling yourself flutter at the contact. He grabs your phone, still playing porn, pausing the video and tossing it to clatter somewhere on the floor.

"You think I'm gonna fuck some freak holding me at knifepoint?" You sneer, trying to control your fear and hoping he doesn't call your bluff.

You barely finish the question before his hand cracks against your cheek, making your head snap forcefully to the side. It burns all the way to your ear and a sob bubbles out of your throat. You don't turn even when you feel the knifes edge press against your clavicle, only whimpering through tears. With a frustrated grunt it sounds like he tossed it to the side, grabbing your jaw harshly to force you to look at that masked face again.

"I'll show you a fucking freak," that voice crackles, the words practically spit at you.

Using something like a belt of fabric he tied your arms in their position above your head and this time you didn't struggle. The sting of the small warning slice was enough, you didn't want to think about what else it could do to you.

"Thought nobody knew you like to get off to this huh?" He grunts out, leaning back off you to fiddle with the black fabric cloaking him. You catch a glimpse of sweatpants, oddly familiar, but you don't get to ruminate on it long. Through your tears you see his cock spring out of his waistband, a length impressive enough you almost forget everything else, with the tip flushed pink and obvious precum smeared along it.

Unconsciously your thigh muscles clench, and you know he felt it. You hate it, you hate that the part of you that finds this exciting is quickly over taking the part of you that's reeling in fear. But you can't help but anticipate how it'll feel inside, wide eyed watching him give it a few tugs before leaning back even more on his knees.

You don't resist as his hands keep your legs spread, the satiny material of the gloves gliding down from your knees to your inner thighs, one of them coming to lightly rub your soaked panties. The mask tilts to the side and suddenly you feel shy, knowing he's looking intently at you despite not seeing his face.

"All that crying but you're this wet?" He sounds taken aback, and you decide to use it to your advantage, see if you can get him off tilt.

You whine, feeling self conscious disgust and the voice modulator erupts into a laugh, making you flinch.

You don't get time to recover, sound dying in your throat as the head of his cock pushes your panties to the side and glides through the mess of arousal between your folds. Your hips move to chase his movement automatically, a soft moan escaping your lips as you screw your eyes shut.

"Shit-" he groans, barely nudging inside you but there's no resistance from your muscles, his girth easily slides inside and you sigh at the feeling. The heft of him inside makes you forget your fear entirely, wrists wriggling in their restraints as you forget yourself and long to slide your hands against his back.

He doesn't move at first, simply staying inside you with his balls resting against your ass before you move your hips slightly, urging him. Everything faded away, even the stinging of your cheek and the dull pain of the cut, except for the anticipation of pleasure. It almost shocks you how gently he moves at first, an odd consideration from someone who was threatening you minutes ago.

It isn't long before he settles into a harsh pace, hands on the back of your thighs pressing them against your chest as the tip of his cock hits just the right spot against your spongy walls to make you see stars. Your moans reach a fever pitch, feeling a coil of pressure tightening in your gut with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping and the wet squelching of your cunt makes you dizzy as you plead with him to go harder.

"Stupid slut, love getting fucked by a freak huh-" he spits out, thrusts getting sloppy as you clench around him, and it makes your brain go fuzzy.

He pauses to tug one glove off, tossing it away to resume pounding you into the mattress. His fingers rubbing against your puffy clit makes your toes curl and your mouth drop open, legs shaking as you hook them around his waist. Your back arches and your fingers twist against the pillows, feeling the intense pressure burst as you cry out, a moaning whining mess. He doesn't slow down, keeping your legs pressed up as your pussy clamps down around his cock.

Sobs bubble past your lips as your body jostles in time with his thrusts, you nearly choke as his fingers press into your mouth and his hips stutter before giving one final deep thrust. Your moans are garbled and you can taste yourself on him as you feel hot spurts of cum flood your throbbing pussy. It mirrors the feeling of warm spit dripping from your mouth, pressing your tongue flat against his fingers.

His breathing is harsh as he pulls out and slides his fingers from your mouth, helping you lay your aching legs down against the bed. The torn edges of your shirt tickle your sides as the sweat starts cooling against your feverish skin. If your brain didn't feel like melted sugar you'd ask him to stay, and the absurdity of it makes you snort.

He pauses in his readjustment of the black shroud, tucking his dick back in his sweatpants. The black of the eyeholes makes it a bit difficult to see but you look so thoroughly fucked out it almost makes him rip off the mask right there, wanting nothing else but to have more of you.

He doesn't though, only using the knife to wordlessly cut the restraint from your wrists. You stay quiet, letting your breathing even out and enjoying the warmth permeating your body. You don't get the feeling he'd stay even if you asked, hardly the type.

Closing your eyes you don't see him slip out of the door, only hearing the doorjamb click once again. The preposterousness of what happened isn't lost on you, but you don't have the energy to pick it apart. As the afterglow fades soreness sets into your shoulders, wrists, and the spot against your cheek where he struck you.

Belphie strips of the stifling costume back in his bedroom that sleazy grin works its way back across his face. He'll have to visit the footage that little camera caught, but for now the image of your face scrunched in pleasure and the necklace vial jostling with the bounce of your breasts is satisfying enough.

And he'll definitely be paying you another visit.

#also this is def a pot calling the kettle situation like ur both freaks in this (endearingly)#kinktober 2023 #🔪 wgbitn #obey me x reader #obey me smut #obey me imagine #obey me shall we date #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #belphie x reader #belphegor x reader #om! belphie #om! belphegor #belphegor smut #belphie smut #om smut

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