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akashigadabi · 11 months

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C Is For Cockwarming

Not me creating an entire kink alphabet then writing out prompts for each letter…

Pairing: Yandere All For One x Consenting Reader

Summary: All For One wants to try cockwarming and you’re more than happy to oblige. The thing is, he miscalculated how well he can handle it, which is not well at all.

Word Count: 1233

Genre: Romance, Smut, Prompt Fic

Rating: E

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Consensual Sex, Rough Sex, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Feral Behavior, Sexual Experimentation, Soft Yandere, Various Kinks (other than Cockwarming, including Biting, Scratching, Dacryphilia, Dirty Talk, Creampie, Size Kink, Size Difference, Teasing, Ignoring, Begging, Groping, Loss of Control and Desk Sex)

Other: Reader has a quirk. Reader is written so Reader is gender neutral as far as gender/gender identity and romantic or sexual orientation.

Ao3.

Please note that the gif below was selected cause AFO looks hot there and not cause of any direct relation between what he’s doing and what’s written.

All For One’s labored breathing picks up, his thigh muscles tensing underneath you. You flip a page in your book, reaching the end of the chapter. About ten minutes have passed, and you can tell he’s struggling to maintain composure. Perhaps more amusing is his struggle to refrain from acting on his urges. You get the feeling he would like nothing more than to buck upward and start thrusting into you, but he remains motionless beneath you.

His cock twitches inside of you, and you clench around him in response but otherwise don’t move. He’s doing remarkably well, especially for his first time doing this. You think it takes all his control to restrain himself, to keep his muscles locked into place instead of bending you over his desk. A low whine escapes from his lips, and he tilts his head down and presses his forehead into the crown of your head, burying his face into your hair. Those large hands of his rest innocently against your hips, though his fingers clench and unclench.

You feel his desperation building, but you don’t indulge him. Not yet, anyway. You want to see how long he can last like this. He’s the one who wanted to try cockwarming, but despite his usual patience, he’s the one cracking first. Small tremors run through his body, suppressed motion with nowhere else to go. You wonder how much he can handle, so you shift your weight forward to take a sip from your wine glass. The whimper that comes from him sends arousal coursing through you, but outwardly you don’t react. Where would the fun be in that? Half of the pleasure that comes from this is seeing how desperate he gets for you.

How much longer can he continue without giving in and asking to fuck you? Surely it’ll be any minute now. His fingernails have started to leave little crescent shaped indents in your flesh despite his best efforts. His fingertips themselves have started to apply more pressure, dimpling your skin hard enough to start bruising. If he tenses any more than he has already, he might pull a muscle. So of course you tease him again, because he wanted this, didn’t he? He asked for this, so you oblige.

The moan that slips unbidden from his lips when you stretch tells you how close he is to slipping. You go back to reading, leaning back into his chest. It makes him tremble, then a shuddering breath tickles your neck. Fidgeting hands break away from your hips, skimming over your body. Still, since that’s all he does, it doesn’t count yet. The second he begs or pleads, or the moment his hips roll, however, do count.

Another two minutes pass before you sense a change in demeanor. All For One has kept his side of the bond closed, too, so you two can’t influence each other’s reactions or behavior through it until after one of you relents, but now it opens, flooding with such burning desire that you almost drop your book. Instead, you mark your place and place it onto the desk in front of you with the calm of someone taking afternoon tea. Even then, you wait for him to speak, since he needs to ask.

When he does just that a moment later, he sounds like a complete mess. His voice emerges strained, not possessing its usual silky quality. This has wrecked him, pushed him toward the brink of madness. His words tremble with as much desperation as his chest did a few minutes earlier. Lips brush against your ear, then comes the damning confession.

“Treasure-chan, please, I can’t go on like this.”

Your lips curl into an amused smile. You know. Should you force him to wait another ten minutes, you might bring him to tears, but you’re not that cruel. Teasing should only go so far.

“Is this your way of asking to fuck me?”

“Please, my love,” All For One begs, no longer caring about staying completely still now as he squirms, though he still doesn’t thrust. “It hurts. I need you. I feel like I’ll go crazy if I can’t have you. Please.”

“Then have me.”

All For One needs no further prompting. He explodes into motion, laying you on his desk so he can thrust into you with brutal strokes. One hand gropes unabashedly at your tits while the other holds you in place. There’s no love-making here, only fucking in every sense of the word. The Demon King sets a relentless pace that has you seeing stars, desperate to find relief. To your surprise, a few tears plop onto your back, dripping down his chin as he leans over you to trail fervent kisses along your neck. Savage, unhinged energy suffuses the bond and permeates the air. A growl rumbles in All For One’s chest, the vibrations buzzing against your skin. The coil tightening in your gut snaps abruptly, sending cascading waves of intense pleasure flooding through you.

“Sweet little concubus,” All For One croons. “You were made for this, weren’t you? Made just for me. Mine mine mine.”

Teeth clamp onto your shoulder and nails claw into your hip, then with a feral snarl he shatters, hot seed spurting into you through terrifying full-body spasms. It triggers another orgasm for you, feeling him come undone so beautifully. He has to clutch onto you to remain standing, his muscles useless for an infinitesimal amount of time. Helpless, he clings to your back as he empties into you, more tears dripping onto your skin. Deep, gasping breaths are all he can manage. There’s a pause when he pulls out as he admires his handiwork, shaking fingers spreading your entrance open from either side so he can see the evidence of his climax where it currently resides within you, but he doesn’t have long to drink in the sight. His legs can’t yet hold his weight again, so he loses his balance. Stumbling backward, he collapses into the chair he previously occupied, taking you with him as his arms are still wrapped around you. With no resistance against gravity, his cum pours out of your puffy pink hole, staining both your thighs and his with spilled seed. His muscles still jump from the aftershocks as he leans back, weak and limp from the intensity of his orgasm.

“I think,” you muse as he just continues to splay out like a starfish behind you, hands curled around your waist again to keep your body pressed to his, “that we can count this as a success, don’t you?”

“You little gremlin,” All For One wheezes in a dazed tone, then, regaining some of his wits, he adds breathlessly, “Yes, I suppose we should count this as a success.”

A mischievous, devious grin splits your face, unseen by him but certainly felt in spirit judging by the way he shudders in anticipation. Yes, a success indeed. You’ll definitely be doing this again. All For One could do with being rendered speechless and empty-headed a bit more often. Besides, it’s good for the soul to get so fucked out you can’t speak every once in a while, and he deserves to have that experience more often as a reward for all his hard work.

After all, is it really living if you haven’t come so hard you almost pass out at least once?

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villxinmiixx · 11 months

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their darling with anger issues and an itching problem hcs

characters; all for one, shigaraki tomura, gigantomachia, dabi

♡ extreme anger issued reader, the reader itches their body when they get mad

♡ genre; extreme fluff, comfort, sort of cringe, idk i was mad and needed comfort from my villains <;/3

♡ extra; ooc all for one?

♡ note; i got angry from something and now im writing about it, also sorry for not posting fics!! ;( been really unmotivated and didn't know what to write even though i had a lot of drafts and asks with ideas already.

﹫ ALL FOR ONE; he thinks it's adorable when you get pissed off, and admirable when he sees you letting out your anger on a poor not-so innocent soul. he supports the whole idea of you killing someone (that's actually guilty of something) when you're angry. but he quickly realizes you're similar to tomura when you start itching your neck, your wrists, your arms, your calves, your scalp, etc.

ㅤwhen you start doing that near him he'll come to you and put his large hand on top of your head, pulling you closer when he put his other hand on your waist, and tug you into his embrace. smelling your hair and telling you to breathe slowly.

ㅤhe found out you have this problem when you were itching like crazy over not being able to do your hair right.

ㅤ“sweetheart, are you alright? ” he came up to you with a concerned face ( or a molded face with slightly frowned lips ) while he took your wrist to stop you from itching the side of your face. “huh? oh yeah! im fine, don't worry about it hunny! something just bit the side of my face and it was itchy. hehe ” you made up an excuse.

ㅤhe could practically feel your heartbeat going faster due to the tension. you smile while you grew nervous. you don't wanna make him worry, he's already too busy trying to make plans to end hero society. you don't wanna be a burden to him.

ㅤall for one lifted you up from the chair you sat on and hoisted your butt using his arms while your own was wrapped around his neck, your chin laying on his shoulder.

ㅤ“i know something terrible happened in your past for you to have this issue but i assure you i'll be with you every step of the way, and i want you to be beside me when i put japan onto it's knees. ” he told you in his soothing deep voice, you started tearing up. you pushed your face onto your husband's shoulder, feeling actual care coming from him.

﹫ SHIGARAKI TOMURA; whenever you get frustrated over the smallest things he'd look at you dumb founded before telling you to calm down while he wrapped an arm around your back and rubbing your forearm... as you itched away the skin on your wrists.. ( without him knowing )

ㅤhe only realized that you had an itching problem after dabi pointed out that you have one. “yo, shig. didn't know your bitch has an itching problem like you back then. ” “the fuck are you talking about, dabi. ” “yo ass don't know? she itches her skin each time she gets mad. ” your boyfriend stared at the black haired lieutenant. the fucking hell is this burnt fuck talkin' about?

ㅤhe didn't exactly know what to do; should he trust dabi and talk to you about it or just play it off as some weird joke. again, he didn't know what to do or should do. so he just checked up on you at random, ( surprisingly ) most of the times you weren't angry when he did. so of course he decided to just play it off as a weird joke dabi said.

ㅤbut one day he catched you itching your arm furiously as you screamed at an PLF worker for making an idiotic decision, he screamed at your name and you stopped itching and yelling at the unfortunate worker.

ㅤyou turned back to your normal nature clasping your hands and saying “yes, dear? ” flowers decorating your aura. “follow me. ” he said you gladly followed after shooting a quick glare at the person you were yelling at awhile ago.

ㅤwhen you and tomura were in a more private area you asked him if he needed you to help him with something.. or something - but he shook his head and placed his hands on your shoulder blades. “whenever you get pissed and start itching yell out my name, i'll be here to calm you down. ” “wh- what are you talking about? ” you start laughing off what your dearly beloved boyfriend told you, a sweat dropping from your face.

ㅤ“[your/name], you know what i'm talking about. ” his grip on your shoulders tightened. “hey you don't need to worry i'm fine! i don't have an itching problem! ” you smile warm heartedly. he took your arm and showed the red scratch marks on it. “eh- i swear it only happens sometimes, it's oka- ” before you can countinue your sentence he pulled you into a hug. mumbling comforting words in your ear, telling you it's okay. everything will be okay.

﹫ GIGANTOMACHIA; he didn't notice that quickly since of course, he's large and your height is not that able to compare to his. he found out when you were itching both your arms so strongly to the point you started bleeding, the smell of metallic and the sound of itching made him wonder. he looked around but there was no one there, it was just you and him. he examined you more and realized you're the reason why there's a metallic scent in the air and the sound of itching.

ㅤ“master... what are you doing? ” he asked, you stopped itching. “ah, machia i thought you were still sleeping. ” you smiled up at him rubbing your arms and pulling down the sleeves of your clothing. “master.. ” he frowned, while your sweat dropped. he lifted you up using a finger and laid you on the palm of his large hand.

ㅤ“master, you may always tell me if you have a problem you and master all for one know more than anyone i can defeat your enemies if any of you told me to. ” even when gigantomachia had a terrifying appearance, he's a sweetheart at times.

ㅤyou held his chin with your small hands are kissed his nose “thank you, machia. but i'm alright, really. it's just a small habit, it won't affect me that much. ” you smiled at him, a blush formed on your cheeks knowing he cared about you and would rather die than live alone if you or all for one left him, all alone.

﹫ DABI; “compress stop protesting, my bitch managed to hit more idiots than you. ” your boyfriend smugly smirked at his co-worker, while compress stared at him and sighed.

ㅤyou started itching your knees and legs out of frustration from not being able to full combo a song in pjsk ( project sekai ) a few minutes later you started itching your neck and the side of your face.

ㅤdabi started getting concerned, so he stood up from the comfortable sofa and went towards you. your boyfriend's arms snaked around your waist, placing his hand on your hip before he lead you to his room. dabi entered the room, his hand still on your hip while he turned the dim light on.

ㅤ“you okay, baby?” dabi asked, settling you down on his messy bed. your boyfriend's hands on the sides of your arms awaiting your answer. “i'm fine i just got a bit frustrated is all!” you replied, a sweat dropping down your face. dabi's lazy eyes stare at your face then slowly descended to your neck, he leaned into you and started kissing your neck and collarbone. a small blush appeared on your features, your face still frowning.

ㅤwhen dabi was finished kissing your neck, he pecked on your lips. “let's go to sleep early. how's that sound, doll?” he asked. “okay.. ” you said before dabi fixed your position on his bed. discarding his jacket, shirt and pants leaving him in his boxers. dabi placed himself beside you. you automatically wrap one of your legs on his waist and bundled up on his chest. your head laid on his masculine arm while his hand entangled itself in your hair, he put his free hand on your lower back moving it up and down.

ㅤnight's like these weren't that rare, but it didn't happen all the time either. so you enjoyed every second of it, and so did your lover. he cares, it's obvious. when later that night while you were asleep he put ointment on the places you've been scratching.

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what-the-dark-has-foretold · 7 months

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I want him to pray to me (he has a god complex)

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curiousquirks · 7 months

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Caught Your Attention (18+)

Pairing: AFO x Fem!Reader

Content Warnings: Non-Con, Pegging, Fem-Dom, Reader referred to as Female and AFAB, Aphrodisiacs, Degradation, Mommy Kink, Overstimulation, Orgasm Denial, Blackmail, Light Collar Play Word Count: 4,755 A/N: Reader has a quirk (meta ability) that allows them to produce an aphrodisiac from their body. This is also set back in the day when AFO was far younger but was gaining power rapidly. Other than that, there wasn’t any specific plot because this is shameless smut. Requested by @jennoah

The spontaneous creation of Quirks also saw the creation of people willing to selfishly use them for their own gain. Exceeding amounts of power and influence carried All for One quickly through the ranks of rising villains. He was no stranger to people wanting to compete with him to try to topple him from his growing tower. Being younger and on the front lines of people scrambling to gather as much as possible left All for One having to learn as he went. Naturally he was bound to make some mistakes in his early days. He still fared better than most though. Some would say it was natural born talent that gave him an edge most people didn’t have.

All for One was a very charismatic man, he knew exactly how to talk to people. It allowed him to sway conversations and manipulate people precisely how he wanted. It wasn’t fool proof though. It didn’t work on you; and you were such a mystery. He had interacted with you a few times, but heard plenty in passing. You had a Meta Ability too, but he just didn’t know what it was. You weren’t interested in any of his tactics and you were certainly self-sufficient and powerful on your own. You never accepted anything he had to provide, you certainly had no desire for another Meta Ability. So, what could he possibly offer you?

Nothing.

He was a cocky, arrogant and narcissist bastard who you wished to never have to interact with. You didn’t want him dead. That was too extreme, especially when he could still have his uses. He had a lot of influence and power, more than you have gained especially considering how young he was. It irked you. His web of connections was too strong to sever, leaving you with little options to even try to dismantle him. Leaving you with a crazy idea that honestly could humble him. Afterall, breaking someone this proud gives you more room to get better negotiations right? Especially when you leave room for easy blackmail. Proud men like him don’t want to look bad, let alone be humiliated by a woman.

Since he had such a complicated network building, it only seemed fitting to try to catch him like a fly in that little web. He wasn’t the only one with contacts and he can’t have his guard up all of the time. You didn’t even have to worry about him trying to break free or potentially killing you. Once you had him in your hands, the last thing he’d want to do is leave. Outside of the effects of your meta ability, men were always really easy to control with sex. It would take time, but thankfully you were patient. Setting yourself up and carefully positioning yourself, waiting for the right timing. Which landed you in your current perfect position.

You pressed your back against the wall, taking a glance around the corner. Your vantage point in his place gave you a view towards his open bathroom door. Either he’s really good at pretending to not notice you or you were successfully evading his detection for the moment. Who knows what he has up his sleeves right now; it was always hard to figure that out. Subtly and mystery saved him, not letting anyone know what he had to utilize at any given moment. Worked the same for his meta abilities as it did for his emotions. He was busying himself with personal grooming it seemed, his hand delicately holding a shaving razor. His frame leaning closer to the bathroom mirror to keep attention to detail.

He briefly paused, putting you on edge as you expected his eyes to lock onto yours in the mirror from your hidden position. He didn’t though. You weren’t too far away, just far enough to be safe but it was still in range of your Meta Ability. You lifted your sleeve allowing a faint mist to float off your skin letting it drift into the room towards him as you kept eye contact on him. You had been doing this subtly for a few minutes now. Your ability worked better with direct contact, you had figured that out through trial and error. Soon enough you’d be able too. He placed the shaving razor down as he moved to rinse his face. You watched expectantly as you waited for your ability to affect him. He turned off the facet and reached for a towel to pat his face dry. He seemed to pause again, making a subtle adjustment in his posture.

He seemed to brush it off as he made his way out of the bathroom, turning the light off and closing the door. He made his way towards his kitchen. You could barely see him but thankfully you still could keep some watch over him. You mentally cursed, normally it shouldn’t take this long. Shouldn’t be surprising that this insufferable man had a high tolerance for this type of thing. It would allow him to not be easily distracted. Just another thing that had you gritting your teeth in annoyance. Your eyes slightly widen in surprised amusement when you see your work starting to pay off; there’s a flush spreading across his skin and growing bulge in his pants. He adjusted his posture again, shifting on his feet as his eyes narrow.

His fingers reach for a cup drying on the rack, which he holds for only a second before slamming it down on the counter. Your body slightly jolted from the sudden movement but you held steady. You blinked rapidly as you watched him intently, making quick work to continue into the next phase of the plan.

He made a quick but annoyed click of his tongue as rolled his neck, seeming to try to shake off some unexpected tension. He paused again before making a quick move to turn in your direction just in time to feel a sharp sting in the back of his neck. His body started feeling as clouded and fogged as his mind, a clear sign that the potent sedative was working. His heavy lidded eyes locked onto yours, only briefly, before he collapsed onto the floor. You stood triumphantly above him, observing your prey as your grin was full of mystery and maliciousness.

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The first thing he noticed through his blurry vision was your form standing over him. He then felt hot fingers pressing ever so lightly into his skin. He tried to sober up, but his brain couldn’t catch up fast enough. He let out a sharp hiss when the slightest pressure touched his clothed aching cock. He tried moving his arms, barely registering that they were tied behind his back. His eyes snapped to the movement in front of his face, taking multiple seconds to register the fingers snapping clearly aiming to get his attention. His eyes blinked as slowly as his mind was moving.

“Good morning, princess.” Your voice echoed in his mind, followed immediately by your intoxicatingly cruel laughter. “Glad to finally have your full attention,” Your hand gently palmed his cock, his hips immediately bucking up against you as a shiver ran down his body. “Especially since certain parts of you woke up already.”

“What do you–” He began before taking a sharp intake of breath as your fingers glided over his bare skin again. “What do you think you’re doing?” His tone was full of venom, and it wasn’t hard to see the hatred in his eyes.

“I’m taking my time in getting some justified blackmail as I watch you fold and crumble beneath me.” You heard his scoff before he gritted his teeth. “You, on the other hand, are going to lay here on the floor and obey my every command like a good boy.”

His breathing got more ragged, it was hard to fight off the pure lust consuming him he had to admit. Before he had even had the chance to make a snide comment back you had run your bare hands along his skin. That faint mist from before radiated off of your skin infecting his mind, body, and soul. Every touch of your fingers against him radiated electric sparks that made him want to ravage every fiber of your body. He felt hot, the fabric of his pants feeling too tight as the layer of sweat coating his body forced them to stick to his legs. He felt weak.

“How are you feeling now, huh tough guy?” You teased, your fingers grabbing his chin as you forced his frantic and distracted attention back onto you. Your voice alone caused his throbbing cock to twitch with every syllable. “I bet you wish you could just sate your desires, to just sink your cock deep inside me.” You mocked, your other hand making quick work of undoing his pants.

If you kept talking, that might have just forced him to finish on the spot. His eyes fluttered the second the cold air hit his cock once it sprung free. His breathing hitched as your fingers ghosted against it, every shred of what little willpower he had left was preventing his hips from bucking up. He cursed the very molecules of your existence but he lacked the ability to voice anything out loud. It was a strong Meta Ability indeed. He tried focusing on what little sanity he had left to try to figure a way out of this.

“I’m just trying to focus on figuring out which end goal you’re trying to achieve here.” He spat out, struggling heavily as he tried wiggling his body slightly to assess and figure out the type of restraints you used. “Do you intend to kill me after you’re done toying with me? Extort me some more for power?”

“If I was going to kill you, I would have done so when I had the chance. I got your guard down, I had every opportunity to do it at that very moment. You are on the right track though. I want your resources. I want you to owe me.” You explained as you straddled him. You could feel his heart rate increase dramatically as you grinded down against him. It took everything in him not to react, to give you the satisfaction. His cheeks were flushed as a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead. “Actually, no. I want to own a powerful man such as yourself. Men would kill to be in your position right now, you know. You’re a lucky man.”

He scoffed again, his eyes narrowing dangerously at you. “I’d much rather be in control than be–” He began before you interrupted him.

“Humiliated?” You asked, a grin playing at your lips. “Every powerful man like yourself secretly loves this shit though, don’t you. You just want a woman taking control to give you what you need, not what you think you want.”

“I’m afraid you’ve got that wrong, my dear.” He retorted, fighting back a shudder as your hands ran up and down his bare chest. “You just look like a desperate whore. Having to do these depraved embarrassing acts just to get your hands on a man, because no one wants to touch you.”

“Oh?” You could admire how much willpower this man is managing to hold onto. There was so much venom in his voice, he was using all of his power and using it to fuel his anger towards you. If you respected him, this would be impressive. You scooted yourself down his body, resting on top of his lower legs as your fingers curled around his cock. “We’ll see how you really feel soon enough.”

Your thumb swiped over the tip of his cock, feeling the twitch immediately against your hand as you gave it a few strokes. You locked eyes with him for only a moment before you had dipped your head down, running your tongue against the throbbing vein along the bottom of his cock. You then circled the tip before wrapping your lips around it. You heard him gasp out a sharp breath. Your moment of triumph was soon upon you, surely he wouldn’t last long at all. His hips bucked up, forcing his cock deeper down your throat. The warm wet feeling engulfing his every thought.

“G-Get off me–gah…” He choked out, followed immediately by a curse under his breath.

His words fell on deaf ears, your attention focused on creating suction around his sensitive tip. Your hand grabbed his shaft and created a steady rhythm. You could feel the muscles in his legs tense up, as his breathing got more ragged. You suddenly and without warning pulled yourself off of him. He let out a gasp of air as his muscles clenched tightly, his release so harshly delayed leaving him aching.

“You bitch…” He whispered, gritted through his teeth, but you heard him. “Enough with your games.”

Your fingers wrapped around his cock again, using your own spit as a lubricant as you started pumping it at a fast pace. You watched with sick glee as his eyes snapped shut, his muscles tensing up at the exhilarating pleasure coursing through him. At a much faster rate than before you had pulled your hand away suddenly, causing a choked noise to escape his lips. Your fingers ghosted over his twitching cock, his hips instinctively bucking up towards your hand. A growl reverberated somewhere deep within him as his eyes shot open to glare at you.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, now that’s not very nice of you.” You mocked, softly wrapping your hands around his cock again. You set a painfully slow pace as you positioned yourself against his legs to prevent him from moving them too much. “I didn’t say you could come yet.”

“I…don’t need–stop” He scrambled everywhere in his brain to get something cohesive out, but his brain was foggy with thoughts of your body, your mouth, your voice. Every possible scenario comes up with that involved drilling his cock deep inside of you; warm, wet, dripping and consuming.

“You really want me to stop, you seem close? Hm, you sure you don’t wanna come?” You teased, focusing extra pressure near his tip since he is extra sensitive. Even though you’re only doing soft slow strokes, every touch feels magnified. His body is on fire. He whispers a simple please beneath his breath and your hand immediately retracts from his cock.

“Fuck...” He grits out behind his teeth, his chest rising and falling at an accelerated rate. His aching cock twitches again, more pre-cum leaking from the tip. He deflated against the floor again.

More mist floats off of your skin and into the air and he swears he can see stars. He honestly thinks that if you even ghost your fingers against his cock again, that’ll be it. Every fiber of his being can only think about you; in every carnal way, in every primal way. His glassy eyes locked onto yours, completely fucked out of his mind. The future most feared man in the entire country, looked like a desperate puppy beneath you. Like a desperate whore.

“Are you gonna behave now?” You asked, testing to see just how far gone he was. He nodded quickly and eagerly, his light hair sticking against his sweaty forehead. “You're gonna be a good boy for mommy?”

You could see the gear shift, something in him changed. The name, the title; something unlocked. He groaned as looked ready to come on the spot. A grin quickly spread across your face. You knew it. Perfect.

You got off of him and stood up. You snapped your fingers and made a gesture that asked him to sit up. He quickly obeyed, with some struggle, and perched himself onto his knees. You cooed at him and cupped your fingers under his chin, tilting his head up.

“Such a good boy.” You praised, taking in his breathless flushed face. “You want mommy to make you come?”

He nodded and you wasted no time in laughing at his misery. His face burned with humiliation and growing defeat. The ache deep within himself was too strong, he couldn’t focus on anything else. You walked over to the bag that you had brought with you and reached in to grab something, his eyes watching you intently the entire time. You pulled out what looked to be a collar. You walked back over to him and attached it around his neck. You grabbed and attached the leash into place too, giving it a good tug. He held his place well, almost like he had expected it. Your Meta Ability can’t cause people to suddenly be into shit that they’re not. So to say you’re surprised is an understatement. You expected some fucked up shit, but it was more of a joke thought.

“Don’t you look like such a pretty boy.” You praised, knowing it was so degrading for him to be referred to in such a way. You wrapped the end of the leash around your hand a few times before leaning down towards his face. “Are you going to behave for me? I’ll give you exactly what you want if you do.”

He held an intense stare, multiple strong emotions swirling in those piercing red eyes. His face held a stoic expression but the deep flush spread across his face gave him away. A layer of sweat was coating his body, his hair matting against his forehead. He was struggling to keep a steady breathing pattern too. A sick grin spread across your face, relishing in how you didn’t even have to do anything to get him in such a state. He had some strong willpower but he still wasn’t as compliant as you would’ve hoped.

“I didn’t hear an answer.” You said, irritation apparent in your tone. “You’re not getting shit from me if you don’t give me an answer.”

He just held that same intense stare, clearly trying desperately to hold onto his resolve. Well, it’ll definitely feel more fulfilling to break him completely. You were hoping it wouldn’t come to this but anything for your mission at hand. You used your other hand to roughly grab his chin as you yanked the leash towards you, forcing his face closer to yours. You didn’t give him much time to process, barely allowing the shock of the situation to surface before you crashed your lips onto his. You could immediately feel his discomfort and disgust as you forced your tongue into his mouth. The second your tongue brushed against his, that’s when you felt the shift in his demeanor. Your meta ability affects your body fluids too.

He melted into your kiss, a stifled groan catching in his throat as you melded together. You didn’t stay long, just long enough, pulling away as a thin line of saliva broke between both of you. His eyes were softer now, his breathing more noticeable and his panting louder. His face attempted to follow after you, chasing you like a puppy. A smile pulled at the corner of your mouth as you loosened the leash wrapped around your hand. That should work perfectly now. Only one way to really test that theory though.

“Are you going to be good for mommy now?” You mocked, eagerly awaiting his reaction.’

“Yes.” He said breathlessly and immediately.

You held your surprise well. There was just something in the way he said it. You had figured that he would completely cave at this point but something about this man submitting to your will was different from the others. You moved backwards, tugging the leash to signal him to follow you. His lust filled body moved to stand and follow after you towards the bed like a love sick animal, his legs shaky and wobbly to stand on. In a clearer mind he would finally register what room he was in. He couldn’t care less at the moment about the details, only doing whatever he had to in order to appease you for his own selfish needs.

“That’s a good boy,” You praised, reaching your hand out to pat your hand on the bed. “Now get up here and lay down on your stomach for me.”

He seemed hesitant, moving slowly but still following your commands. He struggled slightly, with the restraints holding his arms in place behind his back but he managed to do exactly as you asked. He groaned as his throbbing cock pressed against the comforter, the friction driving him insane. You cooed from somewhere behind him, having moved away. He tried turning his head to see where you went or what you were doing, but the angle wasn’t providing him with much.

“No peeking, wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise.” You teased from somewhere behind him.

He waited for what felt like ages, resisting the urge to press himself against the bed to gain some relief. He didn’t have to wait long though, his brain too muddled to focus on much aside from his raging desires which kept him thoroughly distracted. He felt the weight difference on the bed as you pressed your knee into the mattress. You placed your hands on his hips as you used your knees to push his legs apart. He didn’t resist at all, letting you move his legs. In one forceful motion you dug your fingers into his skin as you lifted his hips into the air. One of your hands left his hips as you snuck it between his legs, wrapping your fingers around his cock. He shuddered, his hips jerked at the sudden contact. He bit back a moan, as your hand skillfully set an agonizing rhythm.

He hadn’t noticed your other hand left his body until he let out a surprised choked gasp as your finger placed cold lubricant against his entrance. His eyes shot back towards you, surprise clearly evident across his face despite the fact that you can’t see most of his face. You circle your finger around the rim before slowly inserting your finger inside of him. Your other hand never stopped your pace, despite how much he started squirming against you. You pumped your finger in and out of him for a minute before inserting another to help stretch him.

“Look at how you’re sucking me in, you must love this.” You teased, feeling his legs tense up. “You’re into more kinky shit than I thought. You poor thing, never getting to express yourself in such a depraved way because of that pride of yours.”

You heard him curse on his breath, feeling that building heat that was robbed from him multiple times already. He fully expected you to do it again. Your fingers curled inside of him and he pressed his face into the mattress. You could feel the shakiness of his legs as you worked him into a beautiful release, hot spurts of cum shooting against the comforter. His groans were muffled into the fabric but quickly became choked as you continued stroking him and pumping your fingers inside of him.

“F–Fuck…Stop–” He tried to cry out, almost biting down on his tongue. His body shook underneath you, his cock painfully twitching against your hand as his body tried desperately to get away from you.

“Aw, look at you baby. I thought you wanted to come?” You mocked, finally giving him some peace by removing both of your hands from him suddenly. You watch his body collapse against the bed, gasping for air. “You look so pretty.”

His brain struggled to regain any control once he was able to breathe again. He didn’t have much time before your bare hands were running along his ass, groping at his body, your meta ability still actively at work and continuously affecting him. His groaned, electric shocks jolt through his body as you move his ass into the air again. He didn’t have the time to process the foreign object pressing against his ass before he heard the shutter noise from your phone’s camera. He turned his head towards you to look at what you were doing before your hand was on his face pushing it back into the mattress.

“Ah ah ah, what did I say before?” You chastised, gripping the strap-on in your hand and rubbing it against his asshole. The slick cold feeling of the silicon against him had his body jerking forward. His eyes widened as they glared back at you. Despite the anger trying to show through his eyes, the lust was far stronger. “You are going to lay here and take mommy’s cock like a good boy.” A grin spread across your face as you felt his leg twitch as a jolt of pleasure went straight to his cock. “And you’re going to love every second of it.”

“I…I already finished.” He tried to retort.

“You don’t get to decide when I’m finished.” You told him, lining the strap-on with his entrance as you slowly started pushing it into his twitching hole. “Now, you’re gonna sit here and fucking take it like a good boy.”

You felt his entire body tense up as you pushed it all the way to the base. You dig your nails into his hips as you savor his muffled groans and whines. “You’re taking this better than I thought you would, you must be a real whore.” You mocked, slowly pulling out the strap-on before slamming it back into him. “Fuck I can’t even feel it and I know your hole is tight and just sucking it in. You love getting fucked like this, huh?”

The pain was burning, but your meta ability was forcing his brain to only focus on the lustful enjoyment. Morbidly twisting the painful stretching into blinding pleasure. He bites back any noises that threaten to spill from his lips, his heavy breathing escaping through his parted lips. His face shoved to the side, desperately trying to keep a little grasp on his sanity. One of your hands reaches down to grasp his weeping and throbbing cock, the jolt of his hips causing one of the hidden noises to finally escape his lips.

“There you go, let mommy hear you.” You attempt to coax him, setting a rhythm as you stroke his cock and slam your hips into his. “You're taking me so well.”

He finally started letting those noises slide past his lips, the vulgar and dirty noises filling the room were too late to actually cause him more humiliation. He was too far gone, lost completely in the pure pleasure coursing through his entire body. “Please–...” He choked out, his muscles tensing up as he felt that burning feeling building for his release. “Mommy, please–”

“Come for me, baby.” You cooed, making one last slam into his ass as you gave quick strokes to his throbbing cock. More hot cum spurts out against the comforter again, causing a worse sticky mess. Your hand didn’t relent in its torture of his cock though.

“S-Stop–” He cried out, his body violently twitching. “Fuck–”

“I want to make sure I get out every last drop.” You teased, continuing stroking his twitching, throbbing, aching cock. His whole body was tensed up, strangled gasps escaping him as he tried with every fiber of his being to pull himself away from you. The struggling was moving his hips against your strap-on though, causing more jolts of electric pleasure surging through him. “Just a little longer.”

You watched him struggle and writhe beneath you, completely losing control over his body. You didn’t make him struggle much longer though, watching as his body completely collapsed against the bed. He struggled to catch his breath, more sweat coating his body as his chest heaved. You pulled the strap-on out of him, smirking at the noise he made when it was fully removed. He squeezed his eyes close for only for a moment before they snapped open when he heard that shutter sound again.

You quickly sent this photo away too, having it stored safely away for the perfect blackmail. You looked down at him, more menacingly than before. “I can do this any time I want and you’ll let me. I own you now and you love it.” You said, not threatening him at all as you were simply explaining exactly how he felt. You bare hands run softly over his back, a shutter wracking his body. “Rest up, I’m not done with you yet.”

#afo x reader #all for one x reader #all for one smut #afo smut #bnha smut #bnha fanfiction #curious writings

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acursedworldofaus · 7 months

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Dragon’s Blood (Part 1)

Yandere AFO x Oblivious (AFAB) Reader

CW: implied non-con, implied somnophilia, implied trespassing, implied stalking, implied impregnation/breeding if you squint.

Gray dawn light streams through your window. You turn away from the unwanted brightness, trying to eek out another morsel of sleep by burying your face in your pillow, noticing sleepily that it smells oddly sweet, spicy, and earthy, somewhat like dragon’s blood. The scent is like a ghost of an echo, though, and the more you chase it the less you smell, as if you imagined some phantom fragrance. You write it off as residual imprints of smells from your shop in favor of pretending you aren’t conscious. Unfortunately, hiding only works for a few minutes before the uncomfortable feeling of wetness between your legs drives you to the bathroom for another early morning shower. Ordinarily, you would shower once before bed, but now you find yourself showering twice a day: once after work, and once before to prevent yourself from walking around with slick fluids caked onto your thighs and labia. If you don’t, it’ll congeal, dry, then flake.

Gross.

You glare at yourself in the mirror after you strip naked, wondering what the hell happened for your brain to have weird wet dreams every night this month. You keep waking up soaked with damp panties. The weird splotches dotting your skin from your collarbone to your ankles haven’t gone away either. If you didn’t know better, you’d think they were bruises, but that can’t be it. How would they get there after all? You sure as hell haven’t fallen recently. Maybe you have a blood disorder you don’t know about? Which, now that you think about it, isn’t random bruising a sign of that?

You decide to go see a doctor if it doesn’t change anytime soon, quickly washing away the night’s slimy residue before getting ready as normal and heading into work at your tea, herb, and spice shop. You grab a cinnamon roll along the way and make tea once you arrive, then sip and nibble as you prepare for opening. Hours pass normally as your regulars drop by for their orders. One of them, a gentleman by the name of Shigaraki, always comes by for something or other. He stops by today as well, all smiles and easy conversation, smelling faintly of something sweet, spicy, and earthy that seems oddly familiar, no doubt due to how often he visits. As per usual he has his charisma cranked to the max, and flirts with you nonstop as you package his latest order, aka the most recent tea you recommend he try.

“I can’t help but notice, Tea-chan, that you seem to be glowing today,” he comments in his lilting tone, just shy of purring.

”Really? I certainly don’t feel like it,” you murmur. “I haven’t slept properly for this entire month. I keep waking up feeling tired.”

And it was true, too. On top of waking up uncomfortably wet, you keep waking up feeling bone tired. Perhaps another thing to look into? All together, each individual observation sounds like a symptom cluster you really may be sick.

”Really,” Shigaraki-san insists. “You look even more beautiful than usual.”

His complement makes you blush. You finish wrapping up each canister and transfer them all into a colorful paper bag emblazoned with the shop logo. Your hands brush as you hand it to him, and he accepts it with a winning grin. His red eyes gleam like rubies in the brightness of afternoon sun, while his white hair shimmers with a golden tint. A halo of light surrounding his head lends to the illusion of an otherworldly being clothed in human skin standing before you. Something stops you from labeling this hypothetical supernatural creature as angelic.

“Well, if that’s the case, then thank you, Shigaraki-san. I appreciate such kind words even if I don’t feel they’re true.”

”I’ve told you that Hajime is fine,” he says, waving away any future attempts at distance or formality. “And of course they’re true, Tea-chan, whether you believe them or not.”

He’s tried getting you to use his first name without an honorific for his last three visits, but it feels too informal, too forward.

“Fine, fine,” you relent, reddening further. “H-Hajime. Thank you. Please take care.”

Triumph flashes in his eyes followed by amusement and affection before his features smooth out and return to normal. He tips his hat to you in lieu of a verbal response then departs for who knew where. It’s not as if he shares much about himself besides once telling you he helps people with their Quirks. You assume he means he’s a Quirk counselor. It explains his bespoke suits considering how much those counselors make in a single week.

You put him out of your mind as ninety-six year old Takeda-san hobbles in for an herbal mixture meant to help with arthritis pain. You have a duty to your clients to keep your head clear so you can meet their needs. You dole out teas and herbal remedies for upset stomach, for anxiety, for ear ache, for sleeplessness and headaches. You shove all thoughts of how handsome Hajime is, how good he smells, how soft his skin looks, and countless others down until they quiet, at least until closing. Unbidden memories of him spring to the surface as you lock up at sundown, ready to make the journey back home.

#afo x reader #yandere afo x reader #yandere x reader #all for one x reader #yandere all for one x reader #shigaraki x reader #villain x reader #yandere all for one #yandere afo #yandere bnha #cw noncon #cw somnophilia #cw implied impregnation

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namjoon-koya · 2 years

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Can you give us insight of what All for One is doing and thinking while locating his daughter across Japan (or overseas) and retrieve her back to him any means necessary, and give us insight what he really thinks to Y/n, does he loves her too like his little brother Yoichi or another potential vessel for his quirk like Tomura? Headcannon?

Pretty Curious.

Warning: post will contain spoilers from the manga! If you haven’t been reading it and don’t wanna get spoiled please don’t read

I don’t think AFO loves Y/N, we’ve seen how he’s manipulated Shigaraki making him think he’s important to him, when in reality he’s just using him. So I think AFO would just see you as another vessel, if Shigaraki fails him then he has to move onto the next thing. You.

Even if it’s by force, that’s why he’s willing to do anything to get you. I also doubt he cares if he’s making you get trauma from this experience, that’s how much he’s desperate on getting you. In his mind he’s already thinking of ways to manipulate you, or at least make you broken so you don’t try to runaway from him.

Also he wants to see that despair on All Might’s face, he witnessed it when he killed Nana. So he definitely wants to see it again when All Might realizes he couldn’t protect you, like he said he would. Also without a doubt AFO is taking your quirk, it’s nothing special or useful to him; BUT it’s better to be safe about it.

He hasn’t spoken to you, but he does know you’re in class 1-A and he’s heard a lot about students outsmarting lower villains. He knows nobody can outsmart him, yet he does have that fear that you WILL outsmart him. You’re his daughter after all, you’d definitely have to take after him right?

He will pretend to act like a “caring” father though and mention how he missed you, of course you’ll call his bluff yet what creeps you out the most if how serious he sounds. That’s when you start to think about how easily he was to manipulate people, making them THINK he was a nice person. Only to make them do his dirty work in the end, that’s what made you extremely cautious if he did end up succeeding in kidnapping you.

All in all AFO just doesn’t “love” you, he thinks more of you as a vessel more than a daughter or a family member.

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rumiknight · 2 years

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💥Companion piece for @curiousquirks AFO x Reader kinktober fic, found here (18+)💥

#afo #all for one #afo mha #afo bnha #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #afo x reader

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quirkfics · 2 years

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hey, glad to see you're back! your ficlets are absolutely amazing, and i can't wait to see what you have in store! may i request AFO with bargain? (it's about the mindgames...)

cw | AFO, no matter the verse, is rather horrifying! please keep in mind the following: manipulation, forcing someone to drink alcohol, and suicidal ideation

You will be treasured, he’d promised, large fingers tipping your chin upwards. You will be honored, for all the rest of your days. He’d dragged his thumb over your lower lip, mirroring the slow smile that had spread across your face. His every touch, his voice had been the slow drip of morphine, blinding you to any and everything that might be wrong. You will want for nothing, he’d repeated, echoing your silly demand, pressing his thumb against your bottom lip until you’d opened wide, and all the while you’d trusted him. After all, Faeries cannot lie, and every word that passed his lips was the truth. Is truth, technically.

He’d splashed star-nettle wine into your open mouth, had shushed you when the drink burned on the way down. Before your mouth could shut, he’d dug his finger and thumb into the hinges of your jaw, keeping your mouth open, forcing you to drink or risk spilling the blue-violet wine down your front. He’d cradled you as if you were precious, ignoring the way you’d kicked your feet, the way you’d dug desperate fingers into the hard muscle of his forearm.

You swallow, rubbing a thumb into the hollow of your throat. As a human, you can still feel the ache that comes from drinking star-nettle wine, can still taste the bitter brew on the back of your tongue. He hadn’t lied to you. Within the boundaries of his domain, you are treasured for your future sacrifice. Honored, in that not a one of them will lay a hand on you in kindness nor pain. And the bargain holds true: you will want for nothing. You want no food, for it tastes of ash. You want no drink, for it all burns. Every creature comfort is provided for you, and still, he dotes. Traces your lips, cradles you like a lover as he dances, your toes resting on the tops of his boots. ...and you want nothing.

#quirk writes ficlets #afo x reader #all for one x reader #CONGRATS my friend this is my very first AFO ficlet ever #which means i need to update my masterlist #but also AFO fae au means you are essentially #tam lin the favored human intended to become a tithe to hell #i generally dont enjoy writing fic on the darker side of things #i will forever want to write to that happy ending which means like #somehow i would write the reader finding their 'janet' if i tackled the whole au #idk who janet would be at this point and the pregnancy bit wouldnt apply but #GOSH DANG #this is going to be living in my head all throughout my shift tonight

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i-cant-sing · 10 months

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‘Missing yandere President Kai x first lady asks, so send some’

Hear me out, yandere President kai goes missing.. We all know first lady’s exact location would be found in 10 minutes but no one really cares about kai that much so he’s in someone’s basement for a bit but what happens to the first lady? Does she become president, sent to an underground bunker to be kept safe because if the president can go missing she could too, Does AFO slide into her dm’s ‘hey ur husband went missing, need any comfort?’ or does someone snatch the country?

Of course!!! The moment news of Kai's kidnapping reaches the secret service, they are immediately dragging you and the teletubbies down to an underground safehouse, locking down the entire Presidential House and delay telling you about the kidnapping for as long as possible.

Oh and by the way, you're still very pregnant, and when you finally snap at them to tell you what the hell is going on, they sit you down on the big table with all the generals and higher officials and tell you-

"Madam, the President has been kidnapped." The head of Kai's security tells you.

"What? What do you mean kidnapped? Where is he?!" You ask all of them.

Kai's chief of Staff, Hari Kurono cleared his throat as he showed you the footage of his car. "The president had left in his car last night alone, without his security detail. He turned around this corner and that's where he found his car. The security footage around this corner has been erased and there are currently no leads on who has taken him or where."

"How could you have let him go alone? He's the president for fuck's sake, he has enemies!"

"He insisted, madam. We advised him strong ly against it, but he said that he ordered us not to follow him."

"Why did he leave? Did he say where he was going?"

Hari shook his head. "He didn't say much, just that he had some business to handle and that he needed to do it alone. He- he looked distressed and he left in a hurry."

You closed your eyes and covered your face with your hands before looking back at them. "Alright, okay. Okay, let's deal with this. What are our options right now? Has the kidnapper contacted us?"

"No, madam. We have been looking at all suspected individuals, our Intel is currently searching for potential enemies in neighbouring countries, but we have no leads. We are trying to keep this news from tye public for as long as possible but we don't have much time left until media breaks this news. So now we have to- we have to think of our next step in case..."

The room fell silent as they all hesitated to meet your eyes.

"What? What is it?"

Hari cleared his throat. "Madam, if President Kai is not found in the next 48 hours, we will have to appoint another president- temporarily until the situation is handled."

You narrowed your eyes. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Are they going to give up on Kai that easily? After all he's done for his party? They're gonna betray him?

"And I suppose you already have a candidate in mind?" He nodded. "Well, go on. Who is it?"

"You, ma'am."

Wait what?

"What?" You whispered.

The attorney general decided to speak this time. "We think you're the best candidate for the job, ma'am. We are trying our best to locate Mr President, but we need to consider all our options if things do go south."

"The country cant run without a president, maam. You would be perfect for the job- the party agrees, the public already loves you, and whatever concerns you have about your job, well help you! All of us!" Miruko, your publicist offered.

"I see." You pursed your lips. "Is that all?"

You took their silence as an answer.

"So... you're telling me that the best plan you've come up so far is to replace my husband with me?" Your voice barely conceal your rage, and you slammed your hand on the mahogany table.

"HAVE YOU ALL LOST YOUR MINDS?!" You yelled.

"Ma'am-"

"No, shut up!" You barked. "It was your job to protect him! And now that you can't find him, you want me to just sit in his fucking chair and act like everything is normal because you guys fucked up?!"

You stood up, groaning as you suppoted your belly from under. "Here's what's gonna happen. There will be no talk of a new president until you find my husband, dead or alive, but you will find him. I don't care what you have to do, what rules you have to break, you will find him. Look under the sewers, check every suspicious building, search every corner of this country, but FIND. MY. HUSBAND!" You shrieked, hunching over as you felt your baby kick.

Miruko and Hari came close to you but you held up a hand. "Ma'am, let us help-"

"If you really want to help me, find Kai. Do I make myself clear?" You questioned.

You were sitting on the couch, rubbing your belly as you tried to calm down your baby... and yourself.

You were still livid at the proposal of the team. How could they just- how could they give up on Kai like that? And then expect you to take his place?

If it were you who was kidnapped, would they have offered Kai to get a new wife because their is now a vacancy for First Lady?

You closed your eyes and sighed. Kai would've never allowed them to give up on you like that. In fact, that one time that you were kidnapped by a deranged fan, Kai worked day and night, turned the whole country upside down until you were found. He didn't care about his image, he didn't care that he would look "weak" for caring about you, he didn't care when he advised against making threats to all his enemies to find you, and he did not listen to anyone when he went down to meet your kidnapper himself and beat the shit out of him to find you.

Kai found you within 18 hours.

"Mom?" You opened your eyes and saw your triplets standing by the door looking worried.

"Hey, my babies. Come here." You beckoned them. They ran upto you, hugging your lap. "What's wrong?"

"Are you okay?" Dabi asked. You nodded. "Mmhmm, your sibling is just excited to meet you guys. They're jumping up and down inside me."

"Where's dad?" Himiko asked. "He's... out, baby. But he's gonna be back soon." You patted their heads. "Its time for bed. Do you guys wanna sleep with mama tonight?" They all cheered.

"What's the update, Hari?" And you already knew the answer from the grim look on his face.

"We haven't been able to locate Mr President. I'm sorry, ma'am."

You pinched the nose of your bride. It's been 3 days. 3 fucking days since Kai has been kidnapped.

"Did the kidnappers contact us?" He shook his head.

"What if I talked to the kidnappers?" You offered.

Hari gave you a quizzical look. "Um- what do you mean?"

"What if we broadcast me talking to the kidnappers directly? I ask them what their demands are, tell them to return my husband?"

He shook his head. "Ma'am, I would highly advise you against that. You can't be talking to the kidnappers, we can't negotiate with them. It's not sensible to do that-"

"They could kill him, Hari. Nothing about this situation is sensible."

Hari sighed. "Okay, how about this? We can do a broadcast from the Presidential office on your behalf, instead of you-"

"No" You cut him off. "It has to be from me. Don't you get it? They won't respond unless it's from me directly. And who knows, maybe someone else has seen these kidnappers, maybe they can give us some leads to their whereabouts. Someone must've seen them, Hari. It's just not- it's not possible for a man to to vanish into thin air!"

"Ma'am I-"

"Ma'am?" Rumi walked in. "There's a phone call for you."

You picked up your cell. "Hello?"

"Hello, darling." You immeadiately recognised the voice.

AFO. Or Shigaraki.

"What do you want?"

"Aww, is someone having a bad day? Well, you could always come to my place for a good ti-" He stopped when he heard you sob. "Y/n? What's wrong? Come on, tell me."

You sobbed again. "Kai... he's been kidnapped." You whispered into the phone. "He's been missing for 3 days. They can't find him anywhere, they don't even know who took him. It's like- he dropped off the face of the Earth."

"Oh darling, it's- everything will be okay. I'm sure Kai is alright. He'll turn up-"

"He's the president, AFO! He can't just go missing and turn up like this! He's in trouble and I can't- they want me to replace him as the president but im still pregnant and the kids keep on asking me about him and I keep lying to them but- I can't do it- I can't! Not without him!"You broke down and it broke his heart to see you cry like this, especially over that piece of shit you call your husband.

"Okay, Y/n. Calm down, come on. Its not good for your baby. Take deep breaths- just like that." He guided you with your breathing so that you dont have a panic attack, which is totally not safe in your condition.

"Shigaraki?" You sniffled.

"Yes, darling?"

"I know its a big favour to ask..." "Go on." "... can you... can you find Kai? Please, I just- I need to see him. I need him here!"

"Y/n-" "Please, Shigaraki. I'll do anything you ask, just find Kai!"

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds.

"Okay. I'll find him."

AFO already knew where Kai was. In fact, he was indirectly helping the kidnapper, who was actually another deranged fan of yours, by covering up his tracks. AFO made sure that someone wiped the camera tapes clean. The fan kidnapped Kai because apparently he had some information on how Kai was a threat to you. And anyone who wants to hurt you... well, AFO would like to take care of it before anything ever happens.

He didnt plan on interferring with the hostage situation this early on, actually he didnt even plan on saving Kai at all, but you asked him to... and AFO would always give you whatever you ask.

Besides saving Kai himself would actually be killing two birds with one stone- he would be on your good side and Kai will owe him one too.

So within 3 hours, AFO had sent his men to take out your kidnapper and return Kai to you in one piece, minus the few minor injuries. And concussion.

But the universe must've felt extra benevolent that day because his men brought him a document that made AFO feel like he just hit the jackpot.

Its the document containing the legal paperwork with the "added" clause about how every penny gives you, spends on you and your kids, you will have to return him back with a huge amount of interest in order for you to divorce him at the end of his term. And since you're not even aware of this clause, you would be in his debt and thus, unable to divorce him.

The kidnapper was someone who worked for you, and he must've found these documents, and felt betrayed on your behalf. He must've been concerned for your safety, so he used them to blackmail Kai and get rid of him for good.

AFO chuckled as he made a copy of the document. Should he show them to you when you come to visit, or should he first use them to toy with Kai a little?

Nevertheless, AFO has a feeling he will have you back in his arms sooner than he expected.

#yandere president overhaul #yandere president kai #yandere kai chisaki #yandere kai #yandere overhaul #yandere overhaul x reader #yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines #yandere afo #yandere all for one

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akashigadabi · 11 months

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A Is For Aphrodisiacs

Not me creating an entire kink alphabet then writing out prompts for each letter…

Pairing: Yandere All For One x Consenting Reader

Summary: All For One obtains a Quirk with an aphrodisiac effect and he wants the two of you to try it out. Suffice to say that things get a bit out of hand.

Word Count: 2283

Genre: Romance, Smut, Prompt Fic

Rating: E

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Drugged Sex, Consensual Sex, Rough Sex, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Feral Behavior, Quirk Experimentation, Quirk Misuse, Quirk Use During Sex, Soft Yandere, Various Kinks (other than Aphrodisiacs, including Biting, Scratching, Dacryphilia, Drooling, Creampie, Pheremones, Mild Electrical Shock, Size Kink, Overstimulation, and Sex Against a Wall)

Other: Reader has a quirk. Reader is written so reader is gender neutral as far as gender/gender identity and romantic or sexual orientation.

Ao3.

“This was a terrible idea.”

If you were a dog, you might have been panting right now. You just can’t cool down. You don’t appreciate the sensation of hot flashes that comes from this internal overheating. They make you feel like you’re melting from the inside out, or as if you’re about to drip into a gross puddle on the floor. Your heartbeat worries you too, since it feels like your heart wants to jump out of your chest and tapdance on your face. It sprints along at a breakneck pace, loud in your ears. Every tremble of it half convinces you it’s about to stop on a dime. You wouldn’t have agreed to this if you’d known you would develop some sort of heart palpitations.

Hopefully it won’t be permanent.

All For One also appears worse for wear, though somehow manages to maintain his usual methodical calm. As you watch him, he begins stripping his stupidly expensive, bespoke suit off his body. The sight of it consumes all your focus, your attention grasping onto every little movement. The way his muscles flex from the time he removes his jacket to when he toes off his socks leaves you utterly captivated. Only a tiny dribble of drool tickling the corner of your mouth alerts you to your open-mouthed staring. You turn away and blush, though there’s no point in pretending at this rate.

Whether he acknowledges your hungry regard or not hardly matters at the moment. Not when you have to deal with your own meltdown. In the face of the sweltering heat, undressing doesn’t seem like such a bad idea in all honesty. At least you can gain the slightest amount of relief from the unpleasant warmth radiating from within you. Even if it doesn’t help much in the long run, you won’t be sweating through a million yen suit. Your fingers tremble as you fumble with your bow tie. After three failed attempts to disentangle it, you’re half tempted to just cut the damn thing off when All For One notices your struggle.

“Let me,” he murmurs, coming to your rescue.

Standing still as he unties it with ease, you try and fail not to notice his own nudity. He’s magnificent in every sense of the word. Fit, with a chiseled chest and toned stomach you fantasize about licking, the sluttiest hips you’ve ever seen, and thick, muscular thighs that could snap a man’s neck without much effort. You try not to glance lower. You can’t afford to if you want to hold onto your rapidly dissipating composure. Said urge overcomes you anyway, and you chance a peek that ends in you clenching so hard around nothing that it hurts to be empty. A painfully hard, swollen, reddened cock greets your eyes, twitching in anticipation. All For One tends to look like a whole damn meal on the best of days. Right now with your inhibitions lowered, you think distantly as you hyper-focus on his flexing fingers that you’re a fool. All For One isn’t just a meal. He’s a fucking feast, twelve courses of sin and indulgence, a masterpiece of perfection straight from heaven—or hell—that would make Michelangelo weep.

“You’re perfect,” you blurt out in a too-loud whisper, flushing to the roots of your hair as soon as it’s out of your mouth.

“Why thank you, I try,” All For One returns with a smirk.

“Don’t tease me.”

You hope it doesn’t sound as whiny as you think it does. You don’t think you succeed though, because All For One looks delighted. He radiates pure smugness as he helps you out of your jacket. A subtle shiver overtakes your body when he leans in close to whisper into your ear. His breath tickles your neck, sending a burst of arousal coursing straight through you.

“Darling, if I truly wanted to tease you, I could do far better than this. As it is, I don’t have the patience for it at the moment and we both know it.”

It’s all you can do to remain standing as he continues disrobing you. His deft fingers make easy work of your buttons. Your pants and underclothes disappear one by one underneath his attentive eyes, all spirited away and folded neatly onto the nightstand. Once you stand bare without a stitch of fabric covering any part of you, it dawns on you that whatever full effect this Quirk has makes you nervous around All For One. Not out of fear, but rather from the sheer force of your attraction to him hitting you like a freight train. With such a potent aphrodisiac singing in your blood, the normally beautiful man appears even more divine to the point of inducing blasphemy.

Either you got more obvious in your admiration, or he simply knows the effect he has on people in general. Maybe both. White teeth flash as he closes in on you, hands gentle as he cups your face against his palms. Even that light, innocent touch goes straight to your sex. Blood rushes there without regard for how embarrassing it might be for you to show arousal from such a simple gesture.

Such proximity hardly helps matters. With your breath intermingling and his body so close to yours, you lean into the contact as if starved. You nuzzle into his palm, eyes closed. When he leans into you in turn, pressing his forehead into yours and looping an arm around your waist, it’s enough to erase every thought from your mind except awareness of where your bodies meet. Dizzy with need, you slip your arms around his neck and shoulders. You don’t have the capacity to stand on your own without support. Being this close under the influence of the aphrodisiac makes your knees weak.

“How are you, my treasure?”

A loaded question. Pale fire dances underneath your skin. Your perception has narrowed onto him, onto his voice, onto his skin where it kisses yours, onto his breathing pattern and heartbeat. Your own heart still thunders in your chest, hissing like white noise in your ear. Saliva pools in your mouth at the mere sight of him. His scent washes over you in a heady cloud that makes you lightheaded. You find him attractive in general, but the aphrodisiac heightens every aspect of him, every emotion he makes you feel and every stimuli that originates from him.

“I feel like I’ll die if you don’t touch me, and like I’ll die if you do.”

Those heinous hips of his jerk coward, rubbing the tip of his cock against your belly.

“What a quandary for you, sweet little mate.”

Whatever else the aphrodisiac does, it also makes being near him without initiating sexual contact nigh unbearable

“Fuck me, Hajime.”

His eyes darken with lust upon hearing you speak with such a needy tone.

“What did you say?”

You gather all your confidence and look him in the eye, enunciating every syllable.

“I told you to fuck me. I need you.”

All For One hums, thumb running over your bottom lip.

“You need me, hmm?”

“Yes, I do.”

His smirk dissolves into something softer and more indulgent yet still smug.

“I’d be more than happy to oblige.”

One moment blurs into the next. All For One lifting you off your feet quickly turns into you wrapping your legs around his waist and him pinning you to the wall. His palms rest briefly on your belly and lower back, using one of his Quirks for lubrication and another to relax your muscles, and then he’s pressing inside of you. It’s not a terribly forceful thrust, yet it drives the breath from you.

Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, every minute sensation sends you reeling. You fall apart almost immediately, clenching on his cock so hard that he has no choice but to set a brutal pace. Your teeth sink into his non-marked shoulder to mute your near-constant screams of pleasure. Your nails claw at his back as you scrabble for any sense of stability with none in sight. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, falling unbidden when he tilts his hips a certain way, still unable to hilt inside of you yet so deep you could swear he had, and oh gods you feel like you’re dying.

Your second orgasm rips through you before the first has a chance to dissipate, every nerve hypersensitive close to the point of being overwhelming. A high you’ve never experienced before slams into you, forcing your mind blank so that even he doesn’t register anymore in your awareness for several long seconds. Ecstasy consumes you down to the last atom and you nearly forget how to breathe. Drool trickles from the corner of your mouth, this time without being checked. Gathered tears fall, cascading down your flushed cheeks, and your own cum stains your skin.

All For One sends you over the edge a third time when he strokes the sheathed accumulation of nerve endings at the apex of your thighs. You convulse on his cock, limbs jerking, and the noise that slips from between your lips sounds totally inhuman. It proves too much for All For One, who follows your descent into blinding euphoria. He uses his special Quirk at last to bury himself to the hilt before he floods you with so much seed that you start to cramp. Even then, he continues pumping into you through both your releases, messily spreading your combined cum onto your lower bellies. It seems thicker and paler than normal, viscous and pearly as it spills down your thighs. It flows down his thighs too, glistening where it stains his flushed skin.

All For One grows progressively more feral, jackhammering into you to crest his second peak. Cloying pheromones clog the air, making it difficult to do more than cling to him as he fucks you both stupid. The pleasure ratchets up again, this time bordering on madness. Every time he snaps his hips forward now, it sends you both careening dangerously through a string of not-quite orgasms, as if you each need an extra push to reach completion now, yet paradoxically still feel as if you’re mid-orgasm. All For One starts using sex-appropriate Quirks at random. Anything to relieve this burning pressure.

He cycles through several to no avail, including one that acts like a hormonal injection, dumping endorphins, dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin directly into your systems. All that does, however, is increase your general feelings of pleasure without giving you any relief. If anything, it borders on being worse since your body still screams at you for something more. It’s the mild electrification Quirk mixed with the one that mimics the sensation of a mild acid trip that finally smashes through whatever plateau plagues you both. He can use Electrify to apply direct stimulation to your entire nervous system, and Trip does as its named. With Shared Heart passively active as usual, you more or less climax twice at once, trapped between your own intoxicating completion and All For One’s. Based on the feedback through the bond, he experiences the same damming flood of exhilarating dual sensation.

It’s…certainly an experience, seeing as you come so hard that for a moment you see sound, smell light, and taste color. You thrash around through it all, scratching up his back even more and biting with enough force to draw blood, not that he seems to mind. You don’t think he’s in any state to judge the extent of an injury, but as far as you can tell it isn’t any deeper than when you gave him his claiming mark. You cry out when he bites you, too, though with all the feel-good chemicals pumping through your body, you can’t even feel it. It comes mostly from shock, since he took you by surprise.

Time slips away from you. You don’t know how long you spend pressed into the wall afterward by All For One’s tall frame, but even when he stops bracing himself against it, he doesn’t drop you. He stumbles toward the bed, where he manages to set you down gently. An unholy amount of his seed decorates both your bodies, but you literally have no fucks left to give. You couldn’t stand under your own power in the next hour if you tried, and you’re frankly impressed All For One is capable of such a feat himself. He flops onto the bed next to you, yanking you on top of him. Not his best decision since gravity has even more of his seed coursing out of you with that little maneuver, but since he doesn’t give a fuck about that, neither do you. It’ll be sticky and tacky when you get up later, but for now, all you can do is lay in a dazed heap of exhausted but fully satiated limbs.

“Perhaps…perhaps I used too high of a concentration,” All For One muses aloud after what seems like hours but could have been minutes when time still seems like a suggestion, if not an illusion. “A much lower potency should suffice.”

You don’t have the strength to talk, so you just sigh and bury your face into the side of his neck. He raises a hand to sloppily pet at your hair, and, well, all things considered, it feels nice, even if you have a sneaking suspicion he could have killed one or both of you if one of you had suffered from a preexisting heart condition. He starts purring, muttering about how pretty you look, and that’s enough to pull you under. At least next time he knows to dial down the intensity.

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nonobadcat · 2 years

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Imagine AFO stealing a bunny(not rabbit) Quirk, and giving it to his pretty little wife so he’ll not only be able to pet his wife’s soft dangling ears, but his wife will end up having the urge to *ahem* multiply like bunnies.Thought that he might do that since he stole that wolf Quirk.

For those that don't know: the stolen wolf quirk Yokai mentioned is from chapters 20 and 36 of my 18+ only Fem!reader x yandere All For One story - "A Hypnotic Nightmare".

So we're talking fuwa-fuwa bunny girls, right?

If we're going for "long dangly ears" I would vote for the French lop. English lop ears are so long I could see them getting in the way AFO's proclivities and I'm not sure a man who stands 225cm tall should be giving his wife a dwarf bunny quirk like a Holland lop. Even with a size kink, that sounds... painful.

In the context of a yandere AFO, a bunny quirk makes a lot of sense. Bunnies are a highly social species. It's recommended that they be pair housed and families should not to leave them alone much longer than 4 hours without a friend or activity. Isolating someone under the influence of a quirk like that would be very effective at breaking them down so he can mold them to his tastes.

That said, sexually intact rabbits aren't always super friendly when they get hormonal. Since you are clearly not spayed in this scenario, I see AFO getting bit/scratched a lot.

So here is this man who has the world's most touchable waifu and you (said waifu) are suddenly much more violent towards him.

Cue AFO on the Google at 2am reading this:

"...Interact with your bunny every day so that they become your friend and will not see you as a threat entering their territory. Remember, your bunny is not being naughty or nasty, they are just trying to protect themselves. The best training tip is to use reward-based training in these situations. Never punish a bunny as it is confusing as she is only doing what is natural in protecting herself and it is likely to increase aggression. If your bunny won’t come near you, you’ll have to persuade her that coming to you is a really good thing. The easiest way is with food rewards..."

Can you imagine how this is gonna go? (≧ε≦)

You buried yourself behind the comforter, knees pulled tight to your chest. Blood shot eyes stared blankly at the sight before you.

"What are you doing?"

Sprawled across the plush bedroom carpet, your demonic captor gazed up at you though half lidded eyes. Clasped between the tips of his fingers, a piece of dried papaya taunted you.

"It occurs to me that been very neglectful of your new body's needs, my sweet pet." He leaned forward, stretching out his thick arm towards your dubious scowl. The scratches you'd given him last night lay red and puffy across his pale wrist. "It's quiet understandable that you'd be upset with me."

Oh? He really though that was why you were upset?

Being kidnapped and locked away in All For One's apartment had been its own nightmare before he forced the bunny quirk on you. It'd been one week since you woke up to long, velvety ears and a burning desire to dig up the carpet. Seeing your new rounder, softer features in the mirror was bad enough without your captor's lecherous leer burning down your neck. Glancing brushes against your cotton tail sent shivers up your spine. Greedy fingers pinched your cheeks and rubbed your ears at every opportunity while their master cooed on and on about how utterly touchable you were.

Whenever he reached out to pet you, you clawed him for his hubris. However, the way his laughter chased you from room to room left you with the distinct impression the violence only turned him on.

Though it all, the sadistic All For One revealed in the hell he'd thrust upon you.

Sure... your new bunny tummy seemed at odds with your tongue. Yes, many of your favorite foods now brought nothing but cramping and pain. Of course you'd want something to eat that didn't feel like trial by fire.

...but if he thought papaya bribes would fix the problem, he had another thing coming.

Your nose twitched. "You cannot be serious."

The white haired man shuffled closer, bringing the fruit within snapping distance of your mouth. "Try it. It's deli~cious ❤," he insisted in a cheerful sing-song.

Fuzzy ears pinned back across your skull as your eyes narrowed. A deep, stomach growl rippled across the room. Heat filled your cheeks.

All For One's knowing smile stretched one tooth wider.

Tentative fingers crept out towards the glossy treat. Your fur bristled. Eyes locked on the predator, you pinched the papaya from his grasp and fixed him with a sideways stare.

Red eyes glowed with pleasure. "Go on," he purred. "Try it."

Brining the chewy fruit to your lips, you nibbled one corner of the slice. Tangy sweet burst across your tongue. Your eyes popped wide as the flavor set your salivary glands ablaze. Pleasure rippled down your arms. All at once, you shoved the entire piece into your mouth.

"That's a good girl," you captor purred, holding out a second piece.

The seductive lilt in his words sent a cold drop of sweat rolling down your neck. With a pinched throat, you barely managed to swallow the fruit. "W-what are you up to?" you demanded.

He waved the next piece. "Desensitization to my presence and counter-conditioning to your lack of trust in me."

You snatched it from his hand and stared at him from below your lashes. Voice soft, you pleaded with him again: "If you want my trust, then let me go home."

He cocked his head, the edges of his grin pulling taunt. "You are home, pet."

You shivered, turning your body away from his hungry gaze.

He hummed, rising to his feet with a languid stretch. "Well, three years on a stone, I suppose."

As demon lord opened the bedroom door, he turned back to you with a teasing sneer. "Rabbits are social creatures, so do let me know when you start to feel lonely again. I'll be happy to give you all the affection you crave." Crimson heat flashed in his eyes. "In fact, be happy to accommodate all of your new body's urges."

Before you could say a word, the door to freedom clicked shut.

#afo x reader #all for one x reader #yandere shigaraki x reader #yandere x reader #all for one bnha #yandere all for one #yandere bnha #shigaraki x reader #bnha all for one #yandere mha #a hypnotic nightmare #bunny quirk #tw yandere #yandere afo #fem!reader

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lesinquietes · 5 months

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Imagine Shigaraki forcibly taking you as his pet and everyone in the League is kinda chill about it — except Spinner.

Tw; abusive behaviour, angst, kidnapping, noncon (implied), yandere

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The others don’t notice the little things he does. They don’t see the marks peeking out beneath your sparse clothing, or the haunted expressions that overtake you when you think no one’s paying attention. He does, though; he blames his perceptive nature.

Unfortunately, noticing these sorts of things are conflicting when the root of the problem is his friend. On one hand, he wants to support Tomura’s pursuits. He’s always believed them to be noble, even if they’ve diverged from rationality. Spinner would proudly declare him a close confidant. On the other, he knows that Stain wouldn’t do something like this to a civilian, and didn’t he enter the League under the premise that he would uphold his ideals? It’s conflicting. But the more he watches Shigaraki traumatize you, the more he realizes he’s condoning something terribly wrong.

So, what does he do? Try to reason with his boss, of course. It’s not like he has any other viable options.

He catches Tomura leaving the dining room one evening. It’s perfect. Everyone else is either asleep or away. The conversation seems to go well at first; then, it takes a spin into the dark side.

It turns out AFO was the one who told him to capture you, that your purpose is stress relief so he can operate the League. Tomura makes it clear that something big is going to happen soon. Things are going to change. He knows what he does to you — how he takes his frustrations out on your mind and body — may not be just, but it’ll help them achieve their goal of overthrowing hero society.

For a moment, Spinner asks himself if the ends justify the means. He ponders what Stain would say, if he were here instead of locked away in Tartarus. Would he say there’s a better way? Would he propose a cleaner execution to achieve the objective?

But Shigaraki is his own man. As much as he wants to compare the two, it’s unjust and incomplete of him. He chooses to trust Tomura’s judgement, even though his gut directs him otherwise.

He’s tries to ignore your whimpers at night, and whenever Tomura gets a bit too rough with you in a tense meeting. He tries to turn a blind eye to the way you glance anxiously around the room of villains, searching for someone who gives a damn — all you get in return is the likes of Dabi leering at you. But what he finds the most difficult to deflect is when you sob as Tomura drags you away, no doubt to his bedroom for a few hours to diffuse his souring mood.

#minors dni #tw noncon #yandere shigaraki #yandere tomura shigaraki #yandere shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x reader #spinner #shuichi iguchi #stain bnha #akaguro chizome #afo bnha #dabi bnha

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curiousquirks · 2 years

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Kinktober (+18) | Day 19

Pairing: All For One x Fem!Reader Prompts: Kitten Play | Humping | Orgasm Denial Content Warnings: Dom/Sub Dynamics, Master/Pet, Kitten Play, Leg Humping, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Control, AFAB Dialogue Used For Reader Word Count: 1,145

Summary:

Look at you being such a patient kitty, but he still hasn't given you permission. Your begging is oh so lovely though, but you better not disobey him.

You were currently kneeled on the floor, your hands placed in front of you. Master circled you like a predator carefully inspecting its prey, heat rising in your core due to his intense stare. He did this a few times before taking a seat, too far for your liking, in his leather chair. His fingers played with the leash as his other fingers tapped against the armrest.

“Such a good kitty.” He praised, his head tilting as his eyes continued to appraise you. “Such a pretty girl.”

“Thank you, Master.” You replied, bowing your head as you spoke.

Pride swelled through your body, a little wiggle gently shaking your body as you soaked up his approval. You lived to see those adoring eyes, knowing they were for you. At least in these moments. Master curled his fingers around your leash, softly tugged you towards him. Your hands softly slapped against the smooth wooden floor as you crawled closer to him. You kneeled directly in front of him, curling your fluffy tail around your body before you straightened your back, hands folding in your lap.

You looked up at him, feeling eager to obey his next instructions. His face was unreadable as he forced you to sit in silence for several minutes while he busied himself with something that was far too complicated for your little mind. Your soft breathing was perfectly controlled as you sat and waited patiently. You almost wished you knew what was going through his mind, wishing for just a little more access to your Master. His eyes flicked over to you.

“Are you expecting something, kitten?” He asked, amusement weaved through his tone.

You shook your head briefly. “No, Master. I’m not expecting anything, just…” You trailed off as your eyes danced around the places behind his head, your eyes unable to meet him.

“Are you getting bored?” He asked, twirling the leash between his fingers.

“No, Master!” You hastily replied, your eyes snapping to him. “Of course not!”

“I’d hope not,” He teased. “Especially since I know my kitten is very very patient.”

“I am, Master!” You pleaded, scared of losing his praise. “I’m sorry…”

Your head hung low, shame filling you as silence hung in the air. You squeezed your eyes shut, pressing your lips together as you tried collecting yourself. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself further. You felt a tug against your collar, causing your head to shoot up as your eyes met his gaze again.

“Stand.” He commanded, watching as you immediately scrambled to your feet. “Lift your skirt for me, I want to see you.”

Blush crawled across your face as you obeyed his command. Your hands gripped the bunched up fabric tightly as he hummed. Your upper thighs were sticky with your arousal, your face burning as his feet nudged your legs further apart. He made a mocking noise of disapproval as he looked at your flushed face, amused that you were refusing to meet his eyes again.

“Is this why you were so impatient earlier, kitten?” He teased before letting out a low chuckle which caused your cunt to twitch.

“I was being patient!” You pouted, your fingers slightly shaking from how hard you were gripping the fabric.

You made the mistake of looking at him again, his eyes far darker than they were before. You whimpered, instinctively trying to squeeze your legs together as your aching cunt begged for attention. He smiled, letting go of your leash before gently taking your hands off of your skirt as he smoothed out the fabric. He guided your hips, forcing you to turn around before pulling you down to straddle his leg.

His fingers wrapped around your hips, gently bouncing his leg up against your body forcing your cunt to grind down against it. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip as your arousal started soaking into his pants. “You don’t need to lie, especially when you're dripping the proof onto my leg.” He mocked, pressing a kiss onto your back.

“Why don’t you go ahead and ease that aching, hm?”

You gripped one hand onto the armrest, while the other rested on his leg. You started slowly grinding yourself onto his leg, whimpering as the friction rubbed against your throbbing clit. You guided your hips down against his leg roughly finally having approval, trying desperately to chase your release. You whined, angling yourself as you began getting more desperate in your movements. He clicked his tongue as he gripped your hips roughly.

“Patience, kitten. I didn’t give you permission to finish yet.” He scolded playfully leaning forward as his teeth dragged along your collar. “You haven’t earned it.”

“B-But…” You started to object, slowing your movements down. “I need it, Master.”

“Are you saying I don’t know what you need?” He questioned, forcing your hips to stop. “Are you assuming your Master doesn’t know what you deserve?”

Tch, tch, tch. You’ve upset him. You gulped, a shiver running through your body as you felt a small tug against your tail as he stroked it. A sharp tug on your leash had you falling backwards against his strong chest. Master’s arms wrapped around your body, his hand snaking down under your skirt, his fingers roughly circling your swollen clit. You whimpered as your hands tried to find stability against his arms.

“You’ve gotten me upset,” He said, with a rough yank of your leg fully spreading you on his lap. “You’ve made me take matters into my own hands.”

You bucked your hips against his hand, his fingers sliding their way into your dripping cunt. Your walls practically sucked his fingers in as your toes curled. You were mewling as he curled his fingers, pumping quickly as he expertly pushed you closer and closer to the edge. His hot breath was right next to your face, one of your hands shooting up to cup his head as his tongue licked up the length of your ear.

“I still haven’t given you permission, kitten.” He warned, a smirk playing on his face knowing that you were close. It was in the way that your legs quivered so adorably.

You were struggling to obey his commands, the coil tightening in your center so quickly. Plea after plea fell off of your tongue as your body tensed up. You were making any deal you could with the devil just for a little salvation. Your nails dragged along his arm as you whined and wiggled against him. His strength kept you in place no matter how much you tried to move.

“I–ahh…I-I can’t t–mm anymore…” You cried out, your breathing getting rougher as you struggled to hold on.

“Good things come to those who wait, kitten.” He purred into your ear, slowly his pace to agonizingly slow. “We’re going to keep going until I tell you to come, understand?”

#all for one x reader #afo x reader #kinktober 2022 #curiouskinks 2022 #bnha smut #all for one

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