[BKDK] Hero Card Part 1

I read a very wholesome fic by @dooblebugs​ about Ingo being reverse-adopted by the player character and i felt the need to draw it bc hhhh let us found family himmm

Shu as a gambler

Nichiakansa's Gambling AU

Kinktober 2020 Masterlist

FULLY UPDATED.

Gorgeous banner made by my friend @ikinabi​. Thank you so much!

As someone who wasn’t even writing fanfic last Kinktober and was only reading it, I was not going to miss the chance to participate this year! So here’s a mostly decided prompt list that I put together. There may be a few small changes, or days might be changed around a bit, but this is mostly going to be accurate.

Important note: Yes, this list is hardcore. All of the kinks will have a warning at the top and will be tagged. A list of tags to blacklist can be found on my Rules page. Anyone coming into my inbox to say something is disgusting will get a solemn nod from me and then deleted. I KNOW it’s disgusting. That’s why I’m writing it. :)

01. Gangbang (League of Villains)

02. Incest (Dabi/Shouto)

03. Watersports (Shigaraki)

04. Daddy (Endeavor)

05. Oviposition (Shigaraki)

06. Aphrodisiac (Toga/Stain)

07. Pegging/Sounding (Bakugou)

08. Gunplay (Shouto)

09. Somnophilia (Shindou)

10. Chikan (Hawks)

11. A/B/O (Werewolf Bakugou) 

12. Tentacles (Shigaraki with Nomu)

13. Corruption (Bakugou) 

14. Stuck in a Wall (Shigaraki/Dabi)

15. Cumflation (Gang Orca) 

16. Fisting (Camboy AU Shigaraki)

17. Twincest (Shouto)

18. Vampire (Kirishima) 

19. Breeding (All for One)

20. Free Use (Villain AU - Deku, Bakugou, Kirishima, and Shouto) 

21. Drugging (Kirishima)

22. Zombie (Shigaraki)

23. Overstimulation (Hatsume with robot)

24. Monster (Mothman!Shigaraki)

25. Among Us AU (Dabi and Hawks) 

26. Demon (Kurogiri)

27. Fuck or Die (Tokoyami)

28. Lactation (Hawks)

29. Predator/Prey (Aizawa) 

30. Sex Shop (Shindou)

31. Sexual Slavery (League of Villains, sequel to day 1)

Bad Touch

Scumbag!Hawks | Keigo Takami x Reader

Warnings: Dubcon, Dom/Sub, Yandere themes, Dacryphilia, and Mindbreak.

Word count: 5k+

Commission for: @keilemlucent (my pal <3)​

Against your own will, you're under the care of a dangerous hero. You refuse to go along with his insane wishes. He loses his patience.

bad touch: n. alludes to being sensual with someone against their will (i.e. sexual harassment)

You have a diamond heart. You’re made of pure diamond. A magnificent gem that triumphs in toughness compared to other stones. Pressure serves no match to you, you could remain in a controlled state of panic to complete any stress-inducing task. You were a problem solver who knew how to handle things. Hurtful comments didn’t get to you. No one and nothing could crack your durable exterior.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t mean that you are invincible to scratches. Under ‘perfect’ conditions, a diamond can scratch and chip like a plain mirror. Place it under a steel hammer, and it’d shatter like a wine glass.

Hawks was your hammer.

You’re not broken yet. That monster of a man has at best scathed the surface of your resilience, but you can tell you’re beginning to tread on thin ice. He’s running out of patience every day you refuse to speak, glance or even regard him. He’s gone as far as to raise his voice in his attempts to mold you into an obedient ladylove. Then after he quickly tries to use the old ‘good cop bad cop’ routine, hugging you with tender holds, acting apologetic.

He seems more emotionally affected by his own actions--or, perhaps he’s just a good actor. It confused you. With the psychological mind games, you can imagine he’s a terrifying interrogator when he uses brute, physical force. Which doesn’t appear to be too far away in your future, as he constantly reminds you. Those reminders have increased in daily quantity.

Hawks has been on edge lately, quick to get angry at your ‘silliness.’ It seems that his inability to make a dent in you has frustrated him. You pride yourself on lasting this long without losing your mind, but you’re starting to fear for your safety. So far this whole kidnapping bullshit has been painless. A bit like plucking hairs; not fun, and quite exhausting.

On his end, he claims it’s a lot like pulling teeth. He’s threatened to yank out a few of yours on more than one occasion.

One of the more difficult times often occurs during dinner. He tries to feed you, and offer you every drink he has in his fridge. Buys you an array of food, from five star meals to fast food. Fresh, organic vegetables to sweet desserts to coax you into appreciating his efforts. You eat when you’re starving, for your own survival. After a while of not eating, of course you eventually gave in. You figured that as long as you continue to allow him to provide your basic necessities, you could survive. In spite of that, you knew you couldn’t have your cake and eat it too. You saw it coming. He began expecting you to display some level of affection in return for ‘keeping your belly full.’

He had wanted you to say, ‘I love you.’ You scowled and shook your head at that request. He was trying to get through whatever cracks he saw. Not wanting to allow him to break that part of your resolve, you refused any and all requests to speak. This irked him.

It became clear that he was wanting more. He started asking you to give him a kiss. Every damned meal, for breakfast, lunchtime and dinner, the bastard would ask for one. You said nothing.

Well, his recent shitty mood and your sparse advancement in cooperation has become a poor match. He’s begun to push it, and he’s not liking the resistance.

Earlier for lunch you ate some large chicken tenders, with a big glass of water. You even caved and ate the orange he offered as extra incentive for another kiss. The both of you must have noticed you were starting to show signs you were running low on Vitamin C, such as your drying skin and the slowly healing bruise you got from falling off the bed when you tried to wrestle away from his needy clutches. You only ate the orange for the sole reason that you needed it. He must have taken that as a sign you were beginning to bend to his will.

“Come on, darling. It’s cheesecake! Have you tried cheesecake before?” He’s trying hard to remain upbeat.

You stay silent.

He slides a plate of pasta over, covered with cheesy goodness and rich with olive oil. “What about this? Ah? Yeah? Smells good, don’t it?”

You say nothing at all.

“Okay, okay. You’re probably lactose intolerant, like me. I’d still eat it, but to each their own.” He breathes deeply, brushes a shaky hand through his hair, then places a bowl of ice cream with a hot brownie sitting in the middle, topped off with whipped cream. “What about some good ol’ ice cream brownie?”

A slow blink is all you give.

“Really? None of these? I’d go nuts for these.” He stares at you with a strained grin, wiggling a spoon in front of you. “You can never be too hungry…! C’mon…! Some little extra, yummy goodness for your cute belly, and all you have to do is give me a big smooch on the lips!”

Your eyes close. You can hear the metaphorical kettle in your head start to whistle.

Hawks sighs audibly, his furry brows twitching, threatening to form a frown. His wings twitch violently. “I know you think I'm mean, but I’m not trying to be!” The hero tugs on your limp arm, intertwining his fingers with yours. He puts emphasis on certain words, speaking to you as if you were a toddler. “All things considered, I think you’re being meaner than me!”

Oh, good. He’s self aware. You’re not sure if that's a good thing.

No matter. You try to ignore him.

The spoon clatters to the table. The sound causes you to flinch, your eyes snapping open to meet his glaring ones.

“...What about another orange?” His voice sounds low, his words quiet. Like he’s gritting his teeth.

You shake your head, stiff. Your eyes show terror. Your face screams hatred.

“What a waste of time, arguing with me.” He blames you, as if you didn’t want to get out of the situation. “Fine. No dessert for you. Just kiss me, damn it, so we can get you ready for bedtime.”

Scrunching your eyes, you prepare for his kiss of death. It doesn’t come. Seconds pass, your eyes peeling open to see the bastard’s disgruntled face.

“My baby, you didn’t hear me did you? Poor thing, all my yelling must have made you go hard of hearing…” He says with such sincerity, it’s hard to distinguish if it’s sarcasm. “Let me repeat myself… Ahem. I said, kiss me so that we can get you into bed.”

Bullshit. You frown at him. He’s supposed to kiss you. You’ll tolerate nothing else.

“Just one kiss. That’s all I’m asking for…!” He’s seething silently.

As he expects, you do nothing.

As you should have expected, he grabs you by the neck and slams your head down into the table. The side of your face collides heavily with the surface of the table, your head bouncing, ricocheting off it like a plastic ball. The recoil from the impact felt a lot like whiplash. You’re paralyzed in shock, sudden pain and fear crippling you from any movement or thought.

You want to cry out in agony, curse at him for being an utter, deplorable demon.

Instead, you sit tharn while the hum of white noise fills your ears. You struggle to spur yourself from your petrification.

“I’ll take your silence as your surrender...” He half smiles-half glowers at you. “Are you going to do as you’re told, or do I need to do that again...?”

The room is spinning, double vision slowly fading. A single, quick head slam. Such power in it. Your cheek burns, throbbing with hurt. Your head feels like it’s going to burst. You don’t think you take another one without passing out. So very slowly, you manage to shake your head up and down.

“Look at that. Much faster results.” He pets the back of your head, bringing his face close to yours. It’s clear in his now softer voice and eyes he’s feeling somewhat remorseful. Though it’s also likely it’s just part of a deceptive act.

Your lip quivers.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to do that… You left me no choice! Come here, poor baby… Kiss me, and I’ll make it all go away.”

You have no choice. You don’t want to experience that awful pain again, neither do you want to fall unconscious. If he’s reached as far as to hurt you, there’s no telling what else he’d do. Suppressing the vomit in the back of your throat, you frailly offer your trembling lips to him.

Immediately, he beams with happiness. There’s a smug smile on his dastardly, ruggish face. He doesn’t spare you the torment of closing the gap himself, however. You're truly forced to go all the way. It takes all the spirit you can muster to put your own lips on his, you feel like you’re doing a horrible thing. Committing a crime. Once your lips graze his, you’re dirty. You want to wipe your entire face off, right in front of him so he knows how much you despise it.

Then the tip of his tongue touches yours. You lurch back, an instinctive move that couldn't have been prevented even if you tried.

He looks unhappy. “Now, now, little feather…”

His hand moves a fraction of an inch towards you. You can’t stop yourself. You speak.

“Don’t…” you cheep.

There’s a mixture of emotion in Hawks’ expression. Shock, confusion. Even pride. His feathers are sticking up, shifting around in excitement. The ends of his lips round upwards into another cutthroat smile. “...What was that?”

What a nonsensical thing for him to say. You hear him listening to recordings of you all day. No matter. He’s clawed his way in, and dragged you out. Your dignity was all you had left, a teaspoon of which remained. A teaspoon of which you were about to feed him.

He scooches closer, to your dismay. “There's that sweet, musical voice I missed so much! Go on, repeat it!”

You know damn well he heard what you said. He has the best hearing on this planet, he just wants more power of you, the greedy bastard. You hate him. You hate yourself for being afraid of him.

He leans back, tapping his chiseled, scruffed chin with a finger. “...Alright. I feel like it was a bit too harsh... I’m sorry, baby. Do you want to go to bed?”

You nod.

“Okay, sweetie,” he says softly, kissing you on the forehead.

You don’t understand him. You’ll never understand him. He’s bargaining with you, mentally. Playing mind games with you, controlling you with fear and making you feel safe with kindness. You’re caught between wanting to play this game with him for the sake of staying free from his wrath, and trying to gain back your resolve. You know, though, that once this devil of a man has a taste of what he wants--he will never stop.

Your options are limited. You think about them all night long. You can’t sleep. You’re too scared for the future. Today was a turning point, the tides are in his favor. He’s found a way to get to you. He’s not afraid to get ugly anymore.

You haven’t given up yet. If you’re smart enough, you can turn this around. You saw a flicker of regret in his eyes.

You can beat him at his own game. At the very least, you’ll try.

Things have changed a lot since he first hurt you. It’s been quite a while since then, too.

Your plan failed. Although he never said anything to show it, he saw you through your plan to psychologically manipulate him. You should’ve known better.

You’d feign innocence and panic, hoping to string out some sort of sympathy from him. Get him while his guard was down, guilt him into not being forceful with you. Instead of backing down like you’d hope he would, he’d lose his goddamn mind. Shake you around some, yank at your hair, grab you by the upper so hard there’s a mild indentation now. Verbal abuse was common, condescension spat left and right. His reactions were unprecedented. Completely unforeseen. He’d become a scourge in the cruelest sense of the word.

Eventually, your acts of apprehension and fear slowly became reality. They weren’t a planned, tactical form of manipulation anymore, you were fucking scared.

He only returned to his sweeter self when you behaved. After you yielded to him. After he wore you down enough to get inside you, defiling you. He commended you, cooed at you for being ‘such a good girl,’ You didn’t let it bother you so much because you’d go insane if you did. Things went way smoother that way. It revolted you how easily you were changing to fit his mood. Your reasoning was, well... In the simplest words, if the devil was happy, he wasn’t angry. If the devil wasn’t angry, he wouldn’t hurt you. You didn’t like to get hurt. So you keep him happy.

You stopped trying to make sense of anything. If anything, you stopped caring. The deeper you thought about it, the more you felt bad for yourself. The more it made your head hurt.

Headaches were kind of like your superpower, however. You began to develop an innate sense of when Hawks was getting frustrated with you. Whenever you got that sense that he was a tad titulated, you got worried. You could tell by the shift in the atmosphere. His face sometimes, too; lidded, sharp eyes that expected your attention. The stress would make your head pound. Once that tension would come rushing to your head, you knew to stay on the defense. You were to do as he says with as little retaliation as possible. Your headache would leave once your gut told you he was… satisfied?

It was unfortunate that the headache you had now was one of the worst you’ve felt.

Today, he was having a bad day playing hero. Bunch of punks scuffed his leather boots, gave him a hard time so he says. He’s angry as Hell, your sense tells you.

“I’m tellin’ you, sweet thing, today was just the worst…” he complains with a cruel smile. “Why don’t you get on your knees for me and help me relieve some of my stress…?”

Your knees are weak, unsteady. You don’t want to stand up.

You wanted to tell him he was rattling you. If he’s going to use you while he’s angry, he’s going to be vicious. You remember the last time he fucked you for some stress relief. He was rough with you, and you were in so much pain for days. That’s not fair to you. You’ve done everything he’s asked. You’ve eaten his meals, given him attention, showered him affection. He’s supposed to be kind.

“He leans over your shoulder, wings unfolding behind his back, casting a dark shadow over you. “Sweetie. When I tell you to do something, you shouldn't dawdle. You’re not a child.”

Ironic for him to say that, considering how much he treats you like one.

“Please…” The word comes out as an undertone.

“Hm?” His pupils widen.

“Please don’t be mean…” you plead, lowering your head.

“Awwoh, cutie... You don’t like it when Hawks is scary?” he purrs at you, brushing his hand over your cheek.

Your hand curls around his wrist, begging for mercy. “Don’t be rough… Please...”

His boisterous laugh makes you flinch. “Don’t be rough, you say... Scared of a little pain? Don’t you want your lover to feel good, to feel better?”

Your head is spinning. You cannot even begin to grasp what he’s saying.

He lifts you off the chair, kicking it away. “Tough. Patience is for chumps, kiddo. I need that mouth of yours.”

You’re forced on your knees, your face inches away from his pelvis. To your surprise, he doesn’t have a hard-on yet.

He begins taking off his belt, the clinking painful to your ears. His wings are spread out, almost to their full length. Maybe he’s trying to intimate you further, one of his predatory instincts. With wings like his, he’s more demon than human or animal.

You like to think he truly is a monster.

Belt removed, a pair of ruby feathers take it to the chair. He places his hands on his svelte hips, waiting. His teeth peek out from his smile, watching the realization build on your shy face.

“Meager as always, aren’t we?” he chuckles darkly. “You know I like it when you take it out…”

No, he just likes watching your hands shake as you raise them to unbutton his cargo trousers. To humiliate you further, he juts his hips out more, his growing bulge bumping the tip of your nose. You don’t dare grimace, knowing he’d only do it again to spite you.

“Alright, that’s enough.” His pants pulled down enough to his liking, it bunches at the midway of his hips. Not too low that it sags uncomfortably, not too high that it would make it difficult for you to take out his ever growing erection.

It’s nothing new, his choice of briefs. Pure black as his near-slit like pupils, with golden ‘H’s’ printed over the material from the front to the back. To wear one’s own branded underwear, it’s a obvious sign of how full of themselves they can be. Hawks’ never-ending display of egotism could set world records, a feat you know he’d be proud of.

“Go on, sweetheart… Don’t tell me you aren’t dying to get a taste of me?” He shoves your face into him, rubbing himself around your mouth.

The heavy scent of his musk can’t be contained by his briefs. It goes right up your nostrils, loosening a few screws in your head. Every time you got a whiff of his natural smell of arousal, your sense of autonomy seemed to fade. An indescribable feeling, being mentally held hostage. It was bad enough he psychologically gnawed at what was left of your once strong mind, it was in his damned biology to do it. Aware of your own thoughts and actions, your body still reacts according to what registered in your mind, hormones taking control. As involuntary arousal heightens, your body began sending off hormones to feed him.

Pheromones colliding, it seemed the same was happening to him. His aggressive nature instigated, coupled with his ‘bad day,’ he was already being rough with you. Stuffing your face full of his clothed cock, he made sure you could feel him throbbing, pressing the length of his dick so hard against your nose it was painful.

“Mmmm, hahaha… I like that look on your face. You look like you want to cry, it’s cute,” he says, tilting your head back to get a good look at your expression. “What’s the matter, baby? Am I smothering you with too much cock? It ain’t even out yet!”

You take a deep breath.

His hands come around the back of your head, keeping you close to his pelvis to prevent you from backing away. “Pull ‘em down. Use your teeth.”

It takes a lot of effort on your end to pull them down enough, the waistband so tight it snaps from your teeth a few times. He praises your effort in the most praise-less way possible, letting his fat, engorged cock smack your face. It sticks to your face like a wet sock, his balls hitting your chin with a slight sway.

His scent is so powerful. He’s awful, chuckling at your whimpers as he unsticks his cock.

Your lower lip trembles, your eyes watery.

Oh. That grabs his attention.

“Do my eyes deceive me? Is… Is my baby girl getting teary-eyed?”

Hawks stares at your eyes as if they were long, lost jewels. He’s never seen you cry before. He’s never made you cry before. His cock spurts precum at that. He liked making you cry. Those were long awaited tears he never knew he was waiting for.

“Now that… makes me horny.” He growls, keeping one hand on the back of your head and the other to guide his dick into your mouth.

His sadistic pleasure in your tears, knowing he’s going to destroy your mouth with no pity… it brings to tears. You sniff and sob as his cock fills your mouth, your quiet cries stifled.

His cock doesn’t make it too far in, the length of him not easy to swallow. You cough, your gag reflex kicking in. He pushes in, but you fight against him. One buck of his hips, and you retch violently around him. He lets up only an inch, groaning at the way you sputter around him. Additional tears run down your cheeks, forming from your gagging.

“Suck this dick like a good girl…” He thrusts his hips in and out of your mouth, desperately wanting to get deeper. He moans and flaps his wings gently, enjoying the sloppy sounds of you choking on him. “I love feeling the roof of your mouth, but I wanna feel your throat.”

Unpitying, the bastard urges you to take more. The constant forcefulness eventually causes your throat to ease up, allowing you to deepthroat him. Your sinuses open up, your nose runny and burning. His balls make messy claps against your chin, foamy saliva clinging to them.

“That’s it, pretty girl, mmmm…” he grunts, speeding his thrusts up. “You keep that throat open, keep those tears coming…! You don't wanna be baaad, do you?”

He demands you to keep choking on him. There’s no choice in the matter, unless you want to die choking on a big dick that insists on reaching the back of your throat--and it does. You close your eyes from the pressure, until Hawks taps on your temple with a finger.

“I said, keep those tears coming! I want to see those precious, wet eyes…” He coos cruelly.

Your watery eyes, streaming hot tears, connect with his. His eyes are squinted, perhaps from focus. The sharp, black markings around his inner and outer canthi give them a more keen mien. He reads your intimidated demeanor like an open book, taking pleasure once more in his power over you. He’s a scumbag and he knows it.

But he also smells the arousal coming from your inner thighs.

Your torture stops. His cock is removed from your throat rather quickly. You’re left dizzy and nauseous, the familiar mist of horny fully clouding your thoughts. Wobbly from what was practically asphyxiation, you collapse onto your forearms in a slight daze. You use the short time to wipe away the tears smearing your vision. Rustling sounds grab your attention right after, somewhere behind you. You don’t get a chance to see what’s happening. You feel it, instead.

Hawks is downright nude. He’s mounting you like an animal mounting his mate, his smooth chest pressing on your back. His heavy cock is jabbing your clothed mouth as if it has a mind of its own, seeking the warmth of your wet, gooey cunt.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, darling, they’re such a nuisance.”

He grabs the bottom of your shirt, yanking it over your head gracelessly. It gets stuck over your head, under your neck. You wonder if he’s going to purposely leave it, which you wouldn’t mind. Better than having to see his rotten face.

Sadly, he gives it a good tug, removing your safe haven. Your pants, too, come off. He’s not gentle with those either, peeling them off like you would with a doll. Manhandling you with no regard. Though, you suppose that’s just how Hawks views you. His little plaything that he adores.

Once again, you’re stuck between a hammer and anvil. You foresee a very brutal fucking. The throat fucking you barely survived was just the tip of the iceburg. Your brain is more or less on autopilot, but you’re paralyzed. A similar state in animals is often referred to as ‘tonic immobility,’ a last resort little critters such as rabbits use when they find themselves in inescapable danger. Almost like playing dead. Even if you did try to fight him you’d end up in a world of hurt, so perhaps deep down you’re simply sensible enough. It’s best to let nature run its course.

“You’ve gotten so good at following directions, baby feather…” He observes your quiet stance on all fours. “You really wanna be a good little girl and take Hawks’ pounding!”

In a way.

He mounts you once more, assuming his vulgar position on top of you. Cock wagging, bobbing up and down, its slick head bumps your leaky folds. His hand wraps around the base, ushering it to line up where he wants it.

You keen as the head breaches your pussy with a squelch, a sound Hawks moans at. He’s big, trying to force himself in despite the clear resistance. His hands latch onto your hips, dragging you down and back to impale you on his dick. Your walls give and widen to let him in, his cock sheathing to the hilt. You gasp from the fullness, he groans from the tightness.

Your nails dig deep into the floorboards, a sad attempt to anchor yourself. You keep your sights on the floor, staring at your shadows. The bastard’s giant wings look humongous, giving your shadows an ugly, deformed shape. Like a biblical figure of sorts, with blood-dipped feathers raining down.

“You take ol’ Hawks’ cock soooo damn well, don’t you, baby girl?” his breath is ragged in your ears, his chin tickling your neck.

You’re shaking, tears pricking the corner of your eyes for the second time. “Mercy…”

He ignores you, focusing on your body’s grateful clenches. Adjusting his knees, widening your knees apart more, he begins moving his hips rapidly. A short brief period of slow thrusts quickly turned into a pounding. Every drive into you brings your head close to the ground, your hands almost unable to keep you upright. If it weren’t for his raptor grip on your sides, you’d surely bang your forehead. His cock hits your gummy cervix with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. With how hard he was pummeling past your poor walls, you’d think he was trying to burst past it.

“God damn, I needed this… I needed this so bad.” He pants, his tongue unfurling like a dog’s. His wings, fluttery and uncurled, twitch wildly behind him.

Jostling your innards shouldn’t feel as good as it does. You can’t deny that Hawks isn’t good at fucking, but he’s definitly selfisn about it. He can also be vile when he wants to, gets a kick out of it sometimes. It’s nasty and agonizing--but it beats getting choked out until you submit.

Your body can’t take it anymore. Your arms become too weak, too sore to hold up your upper half. You end up slouching forward, in a downward dog position. With the side of your face on the floor, you’re getting a mild burn on your cheek from the friction. He feels bigger like this, and has better control in angling his thrusts.

You let him have his way. Hawks seems to like the change in position. He rambles about how wet you are, how good you feel with your ass up in the air. He wants more however, and moves one of his legs up beside you This way, he has an even deeper reach. By now, your cervix must be bruised. Taking hit after hit, serving as a tender cushion for his cock. He brushes past your sweet spot though, after so long. You wonder if he’s always known where it is, and he just chooses to be an asshole.

You let out a strained mewl, blinking away tears that your captor laps up.

“What’s that, baby feather? You’re close?” He avoids hitting your cervix, hitting your special spot with vigor. “This where you like it? Yeah, I can tell by the way you clench… I can fucking feel that...”

His balls, rounded with his seed, hit your clit more frequently. His pace speeds up, your creamy cunt constricting him most pleasurably. The gluttonous pig only lets you have your end when he’s close to his.

“Tell your hero when you’re close, sweetheart…” he groans deep into your ear, huffing. “Because I’m about to blow my fuckin’ load. An’ I’m not in the mood to help you reach it after I’m spent!”

You’re gasping for air, crushed under his weight. Draping over your shoulders are his massive wings, a blanket you didn’t need when you were already hot and sweaty. They don't stay there for long, they lift up and flap intermittently. You take this as a sign that he’s indeed very close.

His efforts increase, until he’s essentially fucking you into the floor. He brings a hand over to your clit, rubbing it with his fingers furiously. You yelp, jerking under him from the overstimulation. Nothing but cock on your mind, you announce how close you are to your orgasm. It doesn’t matter, you cum immediately. What surprises you the most is how you cum; you’re squirting, creating a pool of clear liquid underneath you.

“Ohhoho, that’s a funny sensation…!! Fuck, that’s so hot--hahh… Hahh, fuck, I’m coming! I’m coming, baby, you’re gonna take my cum you sweet angel--!” His ramblings are cut short. A gush of his semen shoots into you, taking hold in the deep pockets of your puny cunt. Leftovers spew out, joining your mess on the floor.

He pulls out, allowing a mixture of fluids to pour out. His fat cock acted like a plug, keeping everything inside you. He hums to himself, eyeing the nice little creampie he gave you.

“Now that… is how you make a man happy.” He slumps down on the ground, laying on his side.

You lay on your side as well, depleted of all energy. You stare at the puddle of cum on the floor, a mess you’d be the one to clean.

You’re suddenly pulled towards him, into his hold. You remain limp, not bothering to speak either. You have no words, you never do.

“See? You were making such a damned fuss, yet you took me like a champ! Maybe we should fuck like that all the time… Like animals.”

You shudder.

𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐌𝐄

kinktober day 3: dubcon/noncon

pairing: toru oikawa x chubby reader

word count: 2.9k

a/n: this was originally suppose to be day 6 but i moved it up. it was also suppose to be more dubcon but theres noncon as well, plus a lot of yandere. college/uni au. this literally took all day to write. this is not proof read properly ₊˚✩‧₊˚♡‧₊˚

warnings: noncon turned dubcon, yandere oikawa, deluded oikawa, naive(trusting) reader, bestfriend oikawa!, coercion, extreme manipulation, pet names (good girl, princess, baby), unprotected sex, fingering, chubby reader (kinda? like all of my fics), smut, 18+, mdni / always check the warnings on my writing !

Oikawa was seeing red. Why were you standing so close to mad dog? Why were you laughing? Mad Dog isn't funny he isn't enough for you, he was. You're his. Are you doing this to upset him and make him angry, because it's working. Oikawa didn't think it could get worse, he was watching you on the other side of the gym, he was wrong, it got a million times worse when one of his fangirls ran up to him, blocking his view of you.

She started talking about something or other about his recent game, and he put on his regular charming face and pretended to listen, thanking her for her nice words. "I've actually got something for you," the girl says while moving and pulling something out of bag. That's when he saw it. Again. You. You had that beautiful smile on your face and was leaning into Mad Dog. He snapped.

"Excuse me," he says while walking past, basically shoving the poor girl. He couldn't care less about her or what she wanted to give him. He doesn't even notice her dejected face, all that matters is you.

Oikawa put on his award wining smile as he joined into your conversation. "Don't you have something to be doing Mad Dog?" He says through gritted teeth.

"Me and Kyotani were just talking about the recent match," you replied. You. Were you really sticking up for that idiot and why are you even calling him that? The only person who you should be talking to is him, congratulating him and telling him about how good he was. No one else matters, he was the best, he always is- apart from you, no one holds a candle to you.

His smile slightly falters for a brief second and you notice. "Are you okay Toru?" You could tell something was up, he always tries to smile even when he doesn't mean it, so seeing his smile flash to something you couldn't quite pinpoint you knew something was wrong. You've known Toru for so long and you're proud to admit that you know him the best out of everyone, even more than Hajime. After you've known someone so long, you learn everything about them, and you hope he knows everything about you. You hope he can hear your sincerity in what you say.

Oikawa genuinely smiles and his heart warms at your concern for him, you're just so perfect. The warmth quickly vanishing as soon as it appears when he see's Mad Dog right there, still next to you. "Of course I am okay Chibi-chan. Can i talk to you for a second?" You furrow your eyebrows trying to see if he's lying but in the end you agree and follow behind him.

Toru has called you Chibi-chan since you were kids, it use to annoy you but you've grown fond of the nickname knowing he means it as a term of term of endearment. No matter how much you grew he was always growing more. You never liked the nickname when you were children, some times he would compare you to mochi and you didn't like that more, always reminding you that you were slightly bigger than the other kids.

One day you asked him why he called you it and that it made you sad, he looked absolutely horrified. You don't think you've ever seen him so upset but before you could think about it much he just rushed out - "it's because you're so cute and tiny just like a chibi character. Real pretty," you've never seen him so uncomposed and you couldn't help but giggle, making your face hurt with how wide you were smiling. After that you decided to like that nickname, your best friend thinks you're cute and pretty and he likes the way you look of course you would like him calling you that. After that Oikawa decided he loved you.

You're still following behind but he's walking so quickly, his legs are just too bloody long. "Toru slow down! I can't keep up." you say while pouting. You looked around and couldn't even tell where he was taking you, you were walking in the direction of a part of campus you've never been before, without Toru being here you would be completely lost.

Oikawa turns around, smiles at you and grabs your hand. "Sorry Mochi-chan. I just wanted to go somewhere private, away from everyone." Oikawa rubs his thumb on your hand but realises what he's doing as he sees your posture change and your body relax into his touch, smirking, "come on, there's this really special spot just on the outside of campus, it's basically a little forest, you'll really like it." He says while he keeps hold of your hand and starts walking again.

It feels like you've been walking for ever, and it's mainly in silence, with anyone else it would be uncomfortable but with Toru it never is.

You're sure it would just be easier to go back to one of your places but you don't question, Toru probably has a reason.

Maybe once you get him alone you'll be able to tell him about Kyotani, you really like him, like a lot. You know Toru is really popular so you hope he'll be able to help you work up the courage and flirt with him, maybe then you'll be able to spend more time with Kyotani.

Toru was right you really did like the forest, it was really pretty and Toru picked an amazing place, you're not really surprised though, he always knows what you would like.

You both were glad when you arrived, you pulled your hand away from his, he got annoyed but you turned that around when he saw you smile at the scenery. You looked really happy to be here, Oikawa hopes you're happy to be here with him.

Oikawa finds a nice place for you both to sit down but you're slightly wary about getting dirty, this is a new skirt you're wearing. Oikawa looks up at you and laughs at you knowing why you're not sitting down. He grabs your hand and pulls you down, laughing more. "Toru! this is a new skirt!" You whine.

"Yes, you look very pretty chibi-chan and it looks very nice," he says while laughing more. Your whining turns into a laugh. Oikawa looks down as he tries to formulate his words, he honestly doesn't even know what he's doing here, he has no plan and normally he knows exactly what to say but right now he just can't.

You're so focused looking around at the trees that you don't see Toru's troubled face, if you did you he knows you would have asked if he was okay again.

Oikawa takes your hand, startling you and clasps it, holding onto you like he's afraid you'll leave him. He knows you won't, you never would leave him. He still struggling what to say but he looks at you and it all disappears, you squeeze his hands with a worried look and he knows he can tell you anything and you will understand.

"I'm in love with you. I always have been and I always be will. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier but I was nervous, I thought you would know. we're meant to be together baby, just you and me." Oikawa spoke with so much conviction it took you back.

Toru. Toru Oikawa. He's telling you he's in love with you. Your best friend. This is a lot to a handle. You're speechless and you don't know what to say, you're sitting there looking at him and you can't even think.

Oikawa's trying to be patient, he understands it's a lot, his patience is slowing running thin though. He knows how much you struggle getting your words out but this shouldn't be so hard, just tell him you feel the same.

"Toru... i love you, but i dont... I'm really sorry Toru I love you and I always will love you but not that way." You say softly, not meeting his eyes.

Oikawa starts panicking, you're wrong. You love him, why don't you understand that. He's absolutely freaking out, but then you keep on talking and it only gets worse. "I actually was going to ask you about Kyotani, I like him, I know it's not the same as you feel and I'm just overwhelmed."

That's it. Oikawa see's red, he completely snaps. "You don't mean that Chibi-chan, you love me. I know I surprised you and I am very sorry but you love me." Oikawa says darkly, grabbing hold onto your chin looking you in the eyes.

You start panicking, Toru's scaring you, a lot, he's not breaking eye contact and even though he sounds angry, you look into his eyes it all seems too sweet as well. His eyes are mean but show fondness, like he truly thinks he's telling you the truth. He's gripping on your chin entirely too strong and you're starting to feel sick. You're really scared and you don't understand. Toru would never hurt you.

"Toru you're scaring me, I'm scared, please let me go." You start sobbing, trying to move away from him but he's too strong.

"Oh, oh baby. shh, shh. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, I've got you." He pulls you into your chest stroking your back but it does little to help. Toru always knows how to help but this time it's not working.

"Toru, please. this isn't right." That is not what Oikawa wanted to hear. He grabs hold of your hair and yanks you up to look at him, he's not trying to hurt you, but it's still stings.

"Stop." Oikawa yells. You haven't seen him yell like this in a long time. He's been mad before, mainly about volleyball but it's never been directed at you. Oikawa presses his forehead against yours and whispers, "you're just confused Chibi-chan, I'll show you. I'll show you how much you love me."

He's right, you are confused, what does he mean that he's going to show you.

Oikawa pushes you back against the tree carefully so not to hurt you, caging his arms around you. You're momentarily stunned, then realising what he's planning on doing you start squirming and kicking trying to get away.

Oikawa doesn't appreciate that and holds you down, he knows you can't do much damage he's much stronger than you and you don't even really want to get away so he doesn't worry about. You're his good girl. If you were being more cooperative you'd have your first time together on his bed, if you were more cooperative he'd take your clothes off slowly. he rips your clothes off you, there's no need to worry though because he'll buy you new clothes. He's staring at you, taking in every inch of your body, just as beautiful as he imagined, and all his. You're like a greek goddess, you look so soft and you look stunning out of breath, he can't wait to see you out of breath out of pleasure.

Oikawa kisses you, you're still kicking and not kissing him back. Oikawa bites onto your lip hard and you yelp in pain, he takes this opportunity and shoves his tongue in your mouth with vigour. You're still not reciprocating, trying to push against him but he's in heaven, you're so perfect. He only stops when he needs air.

Shoving your underwear down your legs he puts his hands between your thighs, as he lightly touches your body, pressing his face against your neck. You're getting goosebumps from his heavy breathing and you start pushing and pleading even louder, shouting for him to stop and scratching him, you didn't realise this only spurred him on.

Oikawa chuckles as he finally touches your pussy. "Fuck baby, you're so wet, let me do this okay. Stop fighting okay princess, I know you want this." You never stop kicking and you never stop screaming.

Oikawa doesn't stop touches you, no matter how much you try to make him. He sticks two fingers in you without any warning making you scream.

Oikawa knows exactly what to do. Why wouldn't he, he knows your body better than anyone. His chibi-chan is so special and no one has ever made you feel better than him, and no one else ever will. You'll be together forever. He keeps plunging his fingers into you at a steady pace, constantly hitting your g-spot. "Shit princess, you're so warm. Your pretty pussy is clenching so tight." Oikawa knows you feel good, he knows you're only pretending to try and get away but he feels you clenching around him and knows you're close. He's smiling, he knows you'll come around, you're meant for him. "Come on baby, just for me, let go. Show me how good I make you."

You hate it. You hate him. Why is Toru doing this? Why is your body doing this? As soon as he says 'let go' you cum. You can't stop sobbing, why is this happening?

Oikawa kisses your neck and smiles, "good girl, good girl. You've done so good for me." He kisses your forehead and strokes your cheek, you just want him to stop. Your limbs are getting heavy, it feels like you've been hitting him forever, why isn't it working? Why is no one hearing you screaming? You're out in the middle of nowhere, no ones around. It's basically remote with no one wanting to walk this far to get to some small forest, but surely there must be someone, anybody. You're throat is getting hoarse and you're losing your fight. You want him to kiss you again.

Oikawa takes this as a good sign, you're finally giving into your feelings. "Good girl. I promise I'll keep making you feel good." You feel something at your entrance as Oikawa slowly makes his way into you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he says under his breath. "You feel amazing Chibi-chan, so good, so perfect. I love you. I love you." Oikawa says against your lips, thrusting into you slowly and holding onto your waist. He keeps his pace, slow but hard, it's making you dizzy.

He's in heaven. Oikawa starts rubbing small circles on your clit and grabs one of your breasts with his other hand, putting his mouth around your nipple and bites hard, making you moan loudly. "Chibi-chan, you make such beautiful noises. I never knew you were so dirty." He says, mumbling against your breast. you can practically hear his smile.

He sped up his thrusts and the sudden shock makes you moan again. You pushed your hand against your mouth, trying to stop any noises coming out. "None of that, let me hear your pretty noises." Oikawa pushes your hand away and as soon as he does you groan. You bite your lip to stop yourself but it doesn't help, soon the noises come out anyway and you can't stop it. Oikawa is overjoyed.

You don't want this, you don't. He's making you feel so good though.

You wish you had more fight in you, you don't. Oikawa has you, now he just has to make sure you stay.

"I love you baby, so much. No else will ever love you like I do. No one will ever protect you like I do. I've been with you forever, I've never left your side Chibi-chan and I never will. You're perfect and kind and you're the most gorgeous girl I've ever laid my own upon, you're the only one i want. You want me too right?" Oikawa says to you, looking you in the eyes.

Toru kept talking. He has always been there for you, he's always by your side. He always protected you from bullies when you were younger, he always knows how to make you feel better. He's making you feel so good, better than anyone ever has. He can have any girl that he wants and he wants you, Toru chose you. "Yes, yes please Toru. I love you."

Oikawa didn't expect you to have a love confession realisation yet but you've realised you're his. He's yours. Oikawa starts crying he's so happy, you are his good girl after all.

"Shit, you're so good for me. So perfect." He says as tears are running down your face, your eyes are all blurry and you so desperately want to cum again.

You keep chanting his name over and over again. "Toru, Toru, wanna cum, please make me cum," you whine grabbing onto his shirt.

"Of course sweet thing, I've got you Chibi-chan," he whispers as he pushes one more time against your g-spot and that does it for you your back arches as you see white, everything feels so good. You hear Toru groan your name as he releases in you.

He stays in you, as he lays on you as you both are catching your breath. Toru's playing with your hair and kisses your head. "I love you baby. I'm sorry if I was too rough." He said he's sorry, he didn't mean to make you cry. You both know that you'll always forgive him.

What in "Hell" is Bad?

So they have names... I think? Either way. I can't wait for this!!! I'm waiting on their "Mammon" Teaser image.

Ark Academy is going to take time. At least I have something beside Obey me and Nu Carnival to play after Love Unholyc finish with William's route

Note: This is noted as a "Mature" game, so if you are under 18 this isn't for you.

This Little Thing Of Ours

Warnings/Tags:

• Omegaverse, A/B/O • College AU • Aged-Up Characters • Explicit Sexual Content • Alpha!Oikawa • Omega!Hinata • A lot of scenting and sex • Smut with plot • Multiple Chapters • More tags to be added as I update

Pairing: Oikawa x Hinata (Oihina)

Hinata’s voice is small. “…I don’t know what to do.”  It’s the defeat in his tone, that acknowledgment that he can’t win and can’t hide this on his own— It causes Oikawa’s chest to pang with sympathy.  “…” Oikawa swallows thickly, glancing at the bracelet Hinata always wears—and only now realizing those are the scent blockers that he should’ve noticed, because betas don’t need scent blockers in the first place because of how subtle their scents are—and he exhales slowly when his eyes meet Hinata’s again. “Do you trust me?” 

Or: An omegaverse, college Oihina AU where Oikawa learns that Hinata lied about being a 'beta', and what comes after can only be described as...messy. But also a lot of sex. And some feelings somewhere down the line.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The chapters are listed down below ▼

❀ Chapter 1

❀ Chapter 2

❀ Chapter 3

❀ Chapter 4

❀ Chapter 5

❀ Chapter 6

❀ Chapter 7

❀ Chapter 8

❀ Chapter 9

❀ Chapter 10

❀ Chapter 11

❀ Chapter 12

COMPARING HAND SIZES — ft. osamu miya, atsumu miya, akaashi keiji, iwaizumi hajime

warnings — reader/you is implied to be shorter because of hand size difference, also let names (baby & love)

⨳OSAMU was confused as to why you wanted to compare hand sizes. you’ve held hands a million times so you both knew your hands were smaller. “do you just wanna hold my hand?” he asked with a skeptical look across his face. “maybe, maybe not.” you shrugged with a cheeky smile. letting out a sigh the man held up one of his hands and you pressed yours against it immediately. “would’ve never have guess your hands were bigger,” you joke before he interlocks your fingers. “yeah i bet,” osamu says sarcastically, rolling his eyes before leaning in and planting a quick kiss to your lips.

⨳ATSUMU would’ve suggested it not you. he thinks he’s so slick about it too. “baby let me see how different our hand sizes are,” he sort of asks before grabbing your hand and putting it right on his. “tsumu are you being serious right now?” you scoff when you feel him pull your hand to his. “you’ve got small hands,” he notes out loud as if you weren’t already aware. “good observation tsumu.” you roll your eyes pulling your hand away. “you’re no fun,” he pouts from beside you. without saying anything you grab his closest hand and interlock your fingers. “look we can hold hands,” you say holding up your hands. atsumu smiles at your hands and leans in to kiss your cheek.

⨳AKAASHI knew you were up to something when you asked for his hand. “why?” he asked cautiously as he held out his hand to you. “comparing hand size,” you responded while putting your palms on his. “wait, lowkey we have the same hand size.” you giggle at the sight. akaashi furrowed his eyebrows and blinked at your hands. two different sizes—completely different. “you think you’re funny.” he told you as he got a firm grip on your hand and puked you close to him. “completely different hand sizes love,” akaashi added before kissing the top of your forehead. “nice try though”

⨳IWAIZUMI always feeds into your antics and lets you do whatever. he can tolerate your nonsense because it’s second nature to him. “why are we comparing hand sizes like we’re in junior high?” he asked while holding his hand up to you. “i need an excuse to hold your hand.” you admit while placing your pal on his proudly. the brunette’s eyebrows are drawn together in confusion for a moment. “you don’t need an excuse,” he tells you and you smile. “i know i know, let me have fun for once,” you dismiss before interlocking your fingers with his. “fine,” he shakes his head lightly before kissing the top of your head.

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Goths in Un-gothly Places 5: An Amusement Park

I'm currently dealing with my period 😭 Smuts about menstrual sex actually helps me to cope with it, but I can't find anything about hawks x reader, so I asked myself something : how would they have period sex ? (if you don't feel comfortable with period sex, it's ok, I understand !)

Red wings ain’t afraid of the red sea, honey!

As long as you’re comfortable enough to spread those legs during your period, Hawks is more than willing to show Aunt Flo a good time. Sex gives you relief, it gives him relief...where’s the downside? Just lay a towel under you and he’s ready to go to work. 

His tempo depends on your mood. If you’re feeling blue and yearning for extra affection, he’ll hold you as close as possible and move his hips nice and slowly, making sure you feel every inch of him. “Don’t worry, dove. I’m not going anywhere.”

If you’re feeling agitated and wanna be fucked as aggressively as you feel, you can either hop onto his lap and ride him to your heart’s content (he promises he won’t mind if it gets messy!), or let him take charge and pound away until his dick balances those pesky hormones.

Bonus because I’m gross: Hawks in birdbrain mode is an absolute animal during your period. Ovulation may be the hardest time to keep him away, but even when you become a curled up bleeding mess, he still wants that meat and he doesn’t care if it’s served extra rare. The natural smells just set him off, y’know? He knows that it embarrasses you and sometimes you have to physically push his head away from your crotch when he tries to get a good whiff. He really is trying to ignore it. Please be patient with him!