(AiA!AU) THE DEAL

day 115 | fifth strangling attempt that day [id in alt] [x]

TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omegaverse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, collaring, handcuffing

fem reader

Think about being a bleating little bunny hunted down by two big bad wolves…

Your fear tastes so good – layered thickly in the air – so sweet in their mouth it’s almost painful how hungry it makes them – seeped and soaked and stained on the bed where they keep you collared and leashed for their own personal use.

You drive them both wild with your aroma and all your cute little struggles where you try so adorably to shove them away and crawl out of their reach. It’s never any use, and yet you still try despite being so stupidly small beneath them – so tiny it only takes one of their hefty hands to have you completely overpowered.

But they’re as sweet as they can be – as sweet as your smaller body allows them to be when it so obviously isn’t meant to take their thicker fatter meaner cocks in its petite little holes – prepping you on tongues and big fingers until you’re as loose as you get before stuffing you with something that’s always going to be too big for you.

They have to tie your hands to something – where despite them being fruitless in their effort, they can become bothersome to leave free – often attaching them to the loop in your collar, so you keep them to yourself all cutely while they mark you with their fangs – making you into a pretty artwork with coarse fingers rubbing your perky little nipples into sore nubs.

You’re really just too cute; it’s cruel – looking up at them with those adorably big eyes and that button nose wrinkling on each little sniffle when you beg them to let you go. Lop-ears sadly framing your face – so soft in their hands and so sensitive it makes you bite your lip all preciously each time they give them a little nibble.

You sob under their touches – knees shaking – as one of them laps at your clit with a bearded chin tickling your puffy pussy-lips, gnawing some on the swollen flesh while slurping your hole. His thick and eager tongue paints through your slit again and again and again on an unrelenting repeat – similar to the eager tail whipping behind him – swallowing all your juice down – growling ferally at the maddening taste while your thighs sweetly tremble around his jaw.

Your other predator bites on the plump of your ass, leaving spotted rings in his wake. Cupping your buttcheeks – fully fitting in the palms of his mighty paws – he cards his claws into the fat and spreads them wide open for an attack on that pretty tight little ring hidden between them. You always whine so sweetly for him – your cute fluffy cottontail doing a little dance while he circles your rim with his tongue – warning you of what’s to come later in the day when he’s finally had the taunt hole fully stretched and as ready as it gets to take his fat knot.

He moans into you while thinking about it – about your cute bunny butt swallowing his meat and being blown full of his thick creampie. Going livid at the mere thought alone – his cock bobs impatiently against his happy trail while he forces restraint upon himself – knowing how if he tries splitting your poor little butt on his pole now, he’d most likely tear you in two.

Instead, he amuses himself by prodding the pretty hole with the tip of a very special golden carrot – fresh batteries turning your rim numb while he slides ring after thicker ring inside you until you close around the tuft of golden leaves at its end. Tugging on his cock impatiently, he places his head – fluffy pointy ear-down upon your belly – listening to the drums echo inside you as he turns the vibrations up high enough to feel it through your skin. 

Of course, he wants to make sure that his precious little bunny is prepped and ready before subjugating you to a good butt-fuck – being kind enough to satisfy himself with your mouth until then – making you cry and choke around his thickness, swallowing his cock down your tight throat until your little nose burrow in the dark curls around his base – watching the pretty furrow between your brows beg for air as your eyes roll back and turn white with desperation.

He lets you suck his balls as mercy once you’ve choked him down long enough – to the point you’ve lost your pretty voice – gripping one of your lop ears, he holds it tightly by the base – thinking there's nothing cuter than spitting on your chubby bunny-face while you dizzily comfort yourself by nuzzling his sack so sweetly. 

Your pussy is left alone after it’s made swollen by a handful of orgasms, but not before the abuser slaps his handiwork with a grin. He wipes his chin off your slick, then grabs your other free ear – messaging the softness as he pulls your mouth off the other’s sack and onto his cock – fucking the pocket of your cheek while you sob from their rough handlings – fearing they might just tear your poor ears off.

They both stand above you as you kneel for them by their feet, lolling your teary lips against their heavy balls – groaning as you give them all sloppy, open-mouthed kisses as they fight for space in your tiny mouth – telling you to beg for the cum stored inside while you slide you pink little tongue over them until they drip with your drool. Then, making your lip and mouth the spine of their shafts, sliding both fat manhoods between your plump lips until making you take one head at a time, licking the slit clean of slaty precum.

But more than childsplay with their cocks on your cute face, they like propping your other two holes – make you moan and cream on them – entirely obsessed with fucking you full of the two of them – pushing in so deep, they have you screaming and shaking in uncontrollable spasms as you clamp down hard around them.

It feels extra sweet when they fuck you at the same time – feeling the other through the wall separating the holes – timing their thrusts – pushing in until completely sheathed down to the base, bottomed-out with their knot swelling up inside you, pumping you full of hot cum before sloshing out – leaving you panting and twitching.

Both holes fluttering around their absence – they inspect them to see how good they have your little bunny-holes stretched – grinning at the sight of both entrances gaping for them as though they can’t wait to be taken by their big dicks – both chuckling deeply when seeing how much of their cum your tightness pushes out before they fuck it right back inside you again – completely mesmerized by the big belly bulge the two of them are making in your tiny body – taken and riveted by the thought of breeding you despite knowing that it would be impossible for you to carry either of their pups. 

None of it keeps them from emptying the full value of their balls inside you for the umpteenth time – both of them slobbering at your neck while messaging you with big hands on your tits and hips, hissing out carnivorous desires your feeble constitution doesn’t understand before they sink their teeth down hard into the soft flesh of your vulnerable neck – claiming you as both their pretty little prey and silly little mate.

BNHA – EndMight, EndHawks, BakuDeku, KiriBaku, DabiHawks, ShigaDabi

JJK – Toji x Shiu, SatoSugu

HQ – Miya twins

TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, violence/abuse, threat of bodily harm

gn reader

Thinking about poly yanderes again…

They’re both so patronizing – suffocatingly so. 

But where one is a brute, the other is sweet – or sweeter than the former, in any case...

He has a certain calm about him – gentle with you – considerate when showing his affection, and patient with you when he’s intimate. He doesn’t growl at you to shut up and lie still the way the other one does – instead, he asks you if you can be good for him – if you can let him love you – lipping at your throat without the touch of teeth as he all but begs for your consent.

The brute doesn't bother with such foreplay...

Your will doesn’t seem to interest him in any other aspect than ripping it from you and strangling it in his fist with a big grin, laughing while watching those pitiful tears start slipping down your cheeks.

He'll just shrug off the kinder one when he chides, telling him to stop being so rough with you. He just squeezes you a little tighter, sucks your neck a little harder, and kneads his cock a little deeper – saying that he can do whatever he wants with that which belongs to him.

When you struggle against him, he’s not shy of punishing you accordingly – in fact, he jumps at the opportunity – bending you over his lap with his fist riddled in your hair – landing strike after strike until you’re screaming in surrender, all cute pleas for his mercy, words he’s told you to say. 

He likes fucking you like that – when you’re a broken mess who only clings to him for comfort, crying into his neck while he pumps you full of cock and cum.

The kinder one scolds him afterward. Tells him he’s a fiend while petting your head and hair, carrying you away from the scene and into the bathroom. He draws you a tub of bubbles and holds a glass of water to your lips. But for all his niceties – he still gets in the hot water with you – cock in your sore hole while he washes your hair.

Still, he’s more reasonable.

When he’s tying your wrists to the bedpost like every night of you sleeping stuck in between them, you ask him if it’s really necessary – promising him you’re not going to run away – telling him that you’re going to stay right there, peacefully asleep.

The brute says that it isn’t something that’s up for discussion, that if you push your luck, he’s gonna tie every inch of you up like a floppy fish caught in a net ready to be gutted. But you don’t heed the warning – looking to your kinder warden with puppy eyes and a pout on your lips, saying please, it hurts your wrists – again, promising him you’ll be good and stay sound asleep between them the entire night.

You just needed to get to the door. 

You just needed to get to the door – through the door – out into the street, screaming while at it, and surely someone, anyone, would come to your rescue. 

Why wouldn't your feet move quicker? Why weren’t you faster? Why were you clumsier now? Tripping over rugs, missing steps when scrambling down the stairs, slipping when turning corners – trying to navigate the house when you’d barely ever seen anything but the bedroom.

You just needed to get to the door – but you could hear one of them coming after you – just behind you – big monstrous thundering steps shaking you to the core, strangling your heart, shattering your bones – and it’s getting hard to breathe, hard to see, hard to feel anything other than the numbing fear and the awful way it cripples you – throwing your mind into a tailspin while choking your lungs free of all air, clawing up your throat into a scream. 

You just needed to get to the fucking door –

You hadn't known you could make a sound like that – like something out of a horror movie – high-pitched and desperate – ripped from somewhere raw and primal.

There’s a hand in your hair, yanking you backward where you’re received by a hard chest and an arm snaking around your waist, hoisting you off the ground, kicking and yelling.

It’s the brute. He looks almost happy you’d tried running away – a manic look of delight on his face when he finally drops you down on the floor – pinning you beneath him – shadowing you with teeth seemingly dripping with venom and all the ugly punishments he’s no doubt cooking up inside his sick mind.

“Your ass is gettin’ it extra fuckin’ hard tonight – my handprint won’t heal for a month – won’t even be able to sit down without cryin’.” He growls, his teeth on your cheek as he grips your jaw tight – starting off your punishment with a harsh lovebite.

You look at the more merciful of the two. 

He’s standing off to the side, looking down at the two of you. 

You expect he’d come to the rescue like he’d done all those other times.

But to your utter horror… he isn’t lifting a single finger to stop it. 

His face is blank – cold – as cold as the words that roll dryly off his tongue, “I think we’ve established that spanking isn’t enough…” 

The one holding you down halts in his advances and seems to get just as frigid as you by the cold-blooded tone of his partner – who takes slow steps toward the two of you, so close he’s got your hair pinned beneath his toes before crouching down until he as well looms over you like a darkening storm.

He reaches a stiff hand to soothe the ring of teeth left on your cheek by the other – seemingly kindly, but his eyes are so jaded your breath catches in your throat – soulless as they stare into your teary ones.

“Maybe we ought to get ahead of the issue and break your legs.” He suggests nonchalantly, making both your and your other captor’s faces bleach.

Then he smiles – that kind smile, only now you can’t help but flinch at the sight of it. 

“That way, everyone’s happy,” He states, explaining, “You won't have to be tied up, and we can trust you to keep your word and stay put when you promise us you will.”

Then he stands up and straightens himself, looking at his partner with that same eerie smile.

“Where’d you put the bat again?”

The brute stiffens. His crazed expression had melted in light of the other into a look you’d never seen on him before. He swallows thickly as though he’s just as worried as you are. His voice is hesitant, “I think rope is enough…” 

The other throws his brows up. “Oh?” Then he snaps his focus back to you. “What do you think, baby? You think that’s enough?” He walks back to the two of you, and you feel the intense urge to hide behind the one you’d initially been caught running from.

He looks down at you expectantly, watching your lip quiver as you struggle to form an answer without choking on it.

“Hm? What was that? Rope or bat, what do you prefer?” His voice is sharp, licking at you like a knife.

You stutter, “Ro-rope.”

“Yeah? Okay, then – that’s settled.” He confirms, then looks back at the other. “Go get the rope.”

It doesn’t seem like he wants to leave – almost like he’s afraid of what might happen if he does. “Now?” He asks.

“Yes, now.” The smile tightens – sharpens into something truly lethal if you were to test it. “Our pet thinks they can run wild, so we’ll have to reintroduce them to the leash.”

Then he sets his sights back on you, robbing you of all air.

“Unless you’d prefer the bat after all?”

You whimper, shaking your head with a sniffle, “No-no – rope…”

He looks back to the other. “You heard 'em. Get going.”

He’s reluctant about it – looking from you to him, then back to you again, almost apologetically – before he gets up off you, leaving you on the floor – alone.

Your hair is then grabbed harshly, and you’re pulled up to your feet before you’re dragged off them – pulled along until you’re tugged from the floor up onto his lap as he plopped down, comfortably seated on the couch.

He sighs, letting go of your hair and placing both hands on the fat of your haunches, making you straddle him – mirroring your breathless, tear-streaked face with an expressionless one.

A hand ascends, and you’re convinced he’s going to slap you – but as you squeeze your eyes tightly shut in wait for it, his hand finds your cheek, only to ever-so-gently pet the wet away.

Cupping your face, he places a light peck on the corner of your mouth, followed by his voice, “Apologize, and I’ll forgive you.”

Your eyes peel open, looking back into his. You regret it instantly. Still eclipsed, it’s a cold and blank stare that seems to seize you by the throat.

“I’m sorry, I’ll never- never ever do it again.” You whisper pitifully – as if you’re afraid to be too loud.

“Hm…” He hums, looking unimpressed. “I don’t think that’s good enough…” 

His hand slips from your face down your neck, circling it lightly before squeezing it firmly with whitening knuckles. “You hurt my feelings, y’know? I trusted you, and you lied to me – right to my fucking face.”

You cack, wrapping your smaller hands around his wrist as he strangles the words out of you. “I’m sorry- I’m really- really sorry-”

His breathing is thick, as though something’s bubbling underneath the surface – a beast within whose bloodthirst hasn’t yet been sated. “I want more than empty words.” He states flatly, unforgivingly.

Still, he lets go of your throat, letting you drop to his chest, panting sore breaths with his words ringing hot in your head. You start kissing between sipping for air – desperately, up his neck and jaw, then his lips, even though he doesn’t kiss back – pleading, “Please forgive me- I’m sorry, I-”

“Yeah? You’re sorry?” He mocks, stroking the back of your head, down your back as though soothing you – voice dripping with fake empathy. “Sorry for what exactly? Hm? For being a dumb little bitch, thinking you could run when you haven’t even so much as walked on your own two feet for months.”

A laugh inches into his words like a sickness. The eerie smile returns, small and curling in the corner of his mouth.

“You were fuckin’ hilarious, you know that?” He breathes lightly – eyes wide, staring at you like cornered prey. “Trippin’ over yer own two feet, barely even making it to the door.”

The grip around your throat returns, and you squeak out a whimper.

“Say it.” He seethes, “Say you’re a dumb little bitch who didn’t know what you were doing.” His lips ghost yours with the command, forcing you to echo the words back into his mouth.

“I’m- I’m a dumb little bitch- I’m- I didn’t know what I was doing-” 

He hums at your shivering but doesn’t ease his grip – molding his lips against yours, he kisses you deeply until parting with your lips between his teeth – letting go slowly.

“I- I’ll be good from now on, I promise-” You add – in the hope it would thaw the ice of his stare.

It doesn’t. He keeps them just as jaded – half-masted now as he runs his fingers up and down your spine, brushing your chin and cheek with his lips until blowing on your ear. “You better be.”

You shudder, wincing.

“‘Cause if you ever try anything like that again, I’m gonna go get that bat – and nothing and no one is gonna keep me from bashing away at you until I’ve made certain you can’t lift a single fucking finger without my help.”

You’re a broken mess of sniveling apologies and prayers on his lap by the time the brute comes back with the rope. 

But the one who’d reduced you to it doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest. 

“There you are!” He beams with a bright smile.

Acting as though you weren’t falling apart in his arms, gripping his shirt for purchase while sobbing hard and ugly into his chest. 

“Let’s tie every square inch of 'em up like you suggested.” He muses while picking your tear-stained face up in both hands, nose-kissing you with his words dripping fondly off his tongue. “Just like a floppy fish ready to be gutted.”

BNHA – BakuDeku, DabiHawks, EndMight, ShinKami, TodoDeku, KiriBaku, Shiggy x villain!Deku

JJK – SatoSugu, YujiKuna, YujiGumi

HQ – Miya twins, IwaOi,

BLLK – NagiReo, KuniGiri

AOT - EreMin

DS - InoTan, DouAka

Sunnydrop/Moondrop x Reader hc's ☀️🌙

i am not an x reader writing account so please dont try requesting! (Unless it's about sundrop/moondrop because i enjoy them a lot)

• When Sundrop realize that they have fallen for you , they will try to impress you so hard , like constantly doing tricks , handling the shows carefully and little things hoping that you may notice ☀️

• Moondrop is probably like a cat?? In some sense like they will start as aggresive or even scary , but when you less expect it they will be around your arms in no time (then will push you out again to then proceed to ask for attention. AGAIN) 🌙

•Sundrop oftenly gifts you candy since it's the only autorized thing they're permitted to give to customers , but you're their favorite so yknow , extra candy ☀️

• Moondrop often struggles with their way of words towards you , they always come talking in a rude/creepy manner but deep down they hope you dont get too offended and start evading them 🌙

• Moondrop totally surprise-hugs you (only if you two have trust already) , they kinda enjoy seeing you scared , but in a playful way of course! (They try not to hurt you) , otherwise if you two dont trust each other yet , they will just jump out of something out of nowhere 🌙

• (hc?) I like to think Sundrop is a great dancer! They would probably like to teach you and encourage you to dance with them! , they just love the quality time next to you ☀️

• Sundrop tends to stare at you for some uncomfortable amount of time , nothing creepy , they just think you're cute , if you notice and return the stare they will just automatically turn around like nothing happened in an embarassed way ☀️

• Moondrop does the same but if you return the stare it will probably hiss at you and just dissapear in the dark??? Creepy funky dude (affectionate) 🌙

• When the time for the lights to turn off starts arriving , Sundrop will probably notice by the schedule and try to push you out in order for you to be safe of their Evil counterpart , will probably panic if you refuse to go away :( ☀️ (he cares about you)

• If you hug them , it will be the coldest hug of your life (of course , the metal) , but Sundrop/Moondrop would absolutely melt in the hug , Moondrop hesitating at first but they will soon warm up to the idea ☀️🌙

• Sundrop uses Weirdly cute nicknames to you , like the nicknames are just uh.. strange but fun in some sense! like: Silly Goof , Schmoopy , McDreamy , "My little peanut" , you probably hate or love the nicknames or have mixed feelings about it , the most normal nickname they have ever gave to you is "my Sunshine!" ☀️

Endeavor’s Mistress - NSFW

Characters: Enji Todoroki (Endeavor)

Last Proofread: June 9, 2023

Concept: Endeavor has a lot of secrets. You being his secretary and operations manager isn't one, but you bring mistress definitely is.

Warnings: Oral with male receiving, marital affair, no clear 'yes' for consent, unplanned pregnancy, baby trapping if you squint, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex.

You have been his right hand when it came to his hero work long before he was married. Where Endeavor was the face of his agency, you were the heart that kept it running smoothly and kept everything up to code.

In fact, you were there from the very beginning of his pro hero career. You helped him build his agency from the ground up. There were somedays where he thought that you even knew the business better than he did! You were reliable and you kept everything running smoothly. Even when he felt like he was falling apart.

You two had worked together for so long that it wasn't uncommon for you two to address each other on a first name basis. When he did marry Rei, you have met and when his kids came into the picture, they knew you as well.

Every event that Rei couldn't attend; you were often there with him. It wasn't uncommon for you two to share meals together or attend formal hero events with him. Afterall, you knew his life almost better than he did. It was your job to keep everything running smoothly and sometimes that meant you had to be his handler as well.

However, when Rei was hospitalized after harming Shoto, that's when his family and his life really started to fall apart. Like you have always done though, you kept things moving and you carried the extra weight without a single complaint. Supporting him and making sure he and the agency successful was your job and you were married to your career.

Then one night, it changed. It was just the two of you left in the offices. Everyone else was either on patrol or asleep upstairs in the dorms. Leaving a skeleton crew on the floor and you in his office with him going through the end of the day paperwork that you needed his signature on. A scenario that had happened a million times since you have started working together.

The difference this time was that he was grumpier and snappier with you than normal. He was finding the smallest details to let himself be agitated over. After the next snap from him about what you were currently presenting for his official signature, you suddenly dropped the stack of papers on the corner of his desk with an exasperated sigh. you pinched your nose and rubbed your fingers across his sinuses.

As if he was just realizing that he was being an asshole, Endeavor looked away and quietly apologized. He offered you some explanation of feeling more stressed out than he ever has before. The pressure of being a single parent and pushing Shoto to be what he wanted him to be. It was all making him snappy and more on edge.

With a snap of your fingers on your free hand, you used your quirk to close and lock his office door. He looked at you with a confused look and questioning eyebrow. Wondering what your motive was as you have never done this before. With a quick twirl of your finger, you used your quirk again to roll him back away from his desk.

Before Endeavor knew what was happening, you were on your knees in front of him. Your telekinesis quirk being used to undo the belt and zipper of his pants. "What are you--- ah!" You didn't give him a chance to protest. As soon as his cock was freed from the confines of his pants, your hand wrapped around his shaft and you started pumping up and down his length. You're mouth quickly following.

Soon, one of his large hands found hold in your hair as the other started gripping the arm of his chair. You could hear his breathing getting heavier and the occasional groan of "fuck" escaping him. His hips would occasionally give a small jerk towards your mouth when you hit a really good spot. It was clear he hadn't been sexually satisfied in quite a while.

You continued to work him until you got the warning that he was about to cum. Your decision to let him cum in your mouth was strictly based on ease of clean up. As he came down your throat, your dutifully swallowed every drop. Pulling off of him when he was done, you took two fingers and carefully wiped your mouth off. The motion being very much like you just had an expensive desert at a high-end restaurant.

As if you had just got done picking up a dropped pencil from the floor and not just sucked off the number two hero, you stood up. Straitened your clothing and hair, then dusted off your knees. "That should fix that." You said so nonchalantly.

You then picked your pile back up. “Now then. These are the forms approving the two new hires that we talked about for the records department. With Janice retiring and our increase in documentation requirements by the commission, this should make things run a lot smoother.” And you just moved on with what you were doing beforehand. Acting like nothing had happened.

Just like that, that was where it had all started. From there, it became an occasional blow job when you noticed that his attitude and his stress levels were becoming higher again. Noticing the built-up tension that he was carrying from doing everything.

Then it started becoming more frequently as he would begin initiating the act. He would start ask you to stay late instead of going up to the dorm or home to your condo. Once it was the two of you either in his office or in one of your rooms upstairs, he would ask for you to be on your knees in front of him at least once a week. That quickly became a nightly part of your routine at the end of the day.

One day, the blow jobs started not being enough for Endeavor. The first time he stopped you from sucking his cock to completion, he reached a large hand down to your face and guided you up and off of his dick. "Not that I don't enjoy you sucking my cock-- " He started as he pulled you up from the floor and then pushed you forward over his desk. "I'm just in the mood for something else." With that, he pushed up your pencil skirt and pulled down your tights and lace thong.

Endeavor then grabbed his cock by the base and bullied it inside of your pussy. Pushing to get all of it on the first thrust. Once he was in you, you could feel one of his large hands on your hip to hold you in place and the other finding it's placement next to your head as he bent over you.

He kept ramming himself in and out of your tight pussy. Fucking you over his desk as he enjoyed the tightness of your pussy and how you were squeezing him. Where he would have normally busted his nut down your throat, this time, he took advantage of being inside of you and instead dumped his load inside of you as he fucked himself as deep into you as he could.

From there, the path of your affair with Endeavor took on a much faster pace than it had when it was only blow jobs. While nothing had changed on the outside between the two of you, it started becoming an almost nightly occurrence for you to end up in his room at the agency every night. On the rare occasion, he would meet you at your condo around the corner from the agency.

When you got pregnant the first time, there was no question about what choice you were going to make. You were married to your career and were not even thinking about kids or having a family. You were barely interested in dating as it took too much attention away from your career. So, there was no way you were keeping this pregnancy.

Nevertheless, you still informed him of it. You didn't let him process the information or have get a reply in before you very matter of fact stated that you were not keeping this pregnancy. You told him that he did not have a say in it either. and stated what you were going to do. Making it clear he had no say in this matter with how you kept it matter of fact.

With him already having four legitimate children with his wife, Endeavor wasn't interested in having more children anyhow. He was in agreement with your plan and even quickly offered up his credit card. He paid for all of the expenses, including having a private car and driver to take you to and from your appointment.

Once it was done, neither of you spoke about it again and your relationship continued as it was. The abortion was just treated as another piece of business that was taken care of.

Two years after your first pregnancy with Endeavor, your affair and position had remained mostly unchanged. You remained married to your job and had completely given up on finding a partner to have a family with. The only thing that really changed was that now you were looking into how to have a family of your own without the support of a partner.

When you decided to stop taking your birth control, you mentioned it casually in passing to him. After all, it was fair to say something. Give him the option to decide for himself if he wanted to use a condom or stop his affair with you. However, nothing changed. He kept dumping his loads inside of you and fucked you on the regular.

When you became pregnant a second time, you didn't share it with him. After all, this was going to be your baby and you had only used him to father your child. He finally noticed when he was laying in bed with you one night and saw how your lower abdomen was become quite round like Rei's did when she was in her earlier months of pregnancy. You couldn't hide it while you were naked.

When Endeavor did finally ask, you were honest and confirmed that you were pregnant. You were very blunt and to the point when you told him that this was going to be your baby. Not his and he would not be allowed to have a father role in raising your child.

Endeavor already had four legitimate children, three that were still alive. He was agreeable with you keeping his bastard child and not being involved as their father. However, he did significantly increase your pay without a word from you. When you had questioned him about it, he merely shrugged and called it a pay raise to accommodate for your cost-of-living increase.

That was the last conversation he had about the child until you gave birth. You had your daughter at the best private hospital that money could buy via C-section. The only acknowledgement that he gave to you being in the hospital was the flowers that he had delivered to your room while you were recovering.

With the extra money from your 'raise' that you received, you were able to pay for everything you needed for your daughter and then some. Only the best nannies, private tutors, professional cooks, private cars and drivers. Everything that you needed to be able to support your child while not sacrificing anything for her career.

The only change that occurred in your relationship with Endeavor was that he was no longer allowed to come to your condo. Afterall, your daughter did not have a father listed on her birth certificate. Only that she was conceived using unidentified donor sperm.

In fact, you two were back to having sex regularly only three weeks after you gave birth to your daughter. It was definitely against medical recommendations, but you had a plan and an idea of how to shorten your time away from work to get the family that you wanted.

When your daughter was only three months old, you discovered that your plan had worked as intended and that you were pregnant again. Just like with your daughter, everything went the same way with your son. Endeavor wasn't to be his father and would continue to keep his distance from your children. Though again, you suddenly received another substantial 'cost-of-living' raise.

Your son ended up being born six days after your daughter's first birthday. Though this time, you had your tubes tied before you left the hospital so that you wouldn't have to worry about birthcontrol again.

Your life with Endeavor and your children didn't change. You had a giant team of staff that was tasked with raising your children for you while you were committed to your career. At night before you would go home to your children, you would spend a few hours in Endeavors room upstairs.

Then that day came. The day of Dabi's Dance where he spilled footage of all of Endeavor's dirty laundry. You watched in horror as his oldest son told the world everything. Your heart hammered away in your chest and your face drained of color.

It was all going to come crashing down. Everything you work so hard for was going to fall apart around you. Then you heard it. Your name coming from Dabi's mouth followed by the names of your four-year-old daughter and three-year-old son as he spilled the knowledge of your nine year affair with his father.

That was the day that the world as everyone knew it started to burn.

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I’m not sure if request are open, but if they are, what about a reader that surprises Hawks during his rut with “laying” gelatin eggs when he has no idea what they’re up to? Feeding into his bird instincts? Thank you lovely!

Subject: BNHA, Hawks aka Keigo Takami

Title: Pop One, Pop Two... (NSFW, fem reader)

Trigger Warning: Ovipositor, egg laying, gelatine eggs, marbles where they are NOT supposed to be, dub con, belly bulge, heat/rut

The front door opened. “Hi, babe,” Keigo sighed, his wings drooping behind him as he’d come back from work. “What are you...” He lost his train of thought when he saw you. 

After seeing him preparing for his rut (humping your pillows to get his scent on them, becoming overly jealous, roughly fucking you into the early morning, etc.) you’d decided to help him out. You bought an ovipositor online and spent the day making gelatin eggs just for him and had been in the middle of trying it out when you lost track of time. “Hi,” you called from the living room floor, the ovipositor stuffed into your cunt, the bowl of gelatin eggs beside your wide open legs. “This wasn’t how you were supposed to find out about this.” 

Keigo took a step toward you, his golden eyes black from his swollen pupils. “Are those... eggs?”

“G-Gelatin,” you said, removing the ovipositor. As if on cue, the freezing cold eggs slid out of your cunt, popping out slowly onto the towel that you’d laid under you. Keigo’s eyes were glued to you. “They’re really cold.” 

“I appreciate the effort,” he panted, “but... there’s something better we can try.” He scrambled for the kitchen and returned with a jar full of marbles. They weren’t small, all of them the size of pool balls. Honestly, when you’d seen the jar you’d assumed they were for playing pool not... “C-can you put these in?” He was twitching, a tent already growing in his pants. 

“Keigo,” you whispered, “those are a little... big aren’t they?” 

“Real eggs are much bigger.” All the gold in his eyes were gone, the darkness a reflection of his growing desire. “C’mon, we can use the lube to make it easier to insert them.” 

“I-I don’t know...” 

Keigo didn’t wait for you to make up your mind, ripping open the jar to produce one, shiny, green marble. He squeezed lube onto the smooth surface, licking his lips as it dribbled on the sides and across his fingers. “Don’t worry, babe, I kept it clean for you... for this.” He pushed the ball against your entrnace, mouth open and panting as he watched your gummy pink cunt open to take his false egg. 

You tried not to squirm as you felt the cold marble enter inside you, stretching your insides as it slid in deeper and deeper toward your cervix. You walls squeezed it, fluttering as it tried to push it out, but Keigo was quick in lubing up another thick marble and pushing it in. 

You could feel them click against each other inside you, rolling with a delicate grind that had you shivering and whining. 

Keigo only took that as encouragement, sending in another fat marble until three of them were clinking around inside you, making you so impossibly full. When you glanced down, there was a bulge in your stomach. Your heat gave them heat, your insides numb to their size except for when they brushed across sensitive spots or clicked together. 

You tried to roll your hips, get more comfortable, but Keigo pinned your hip down, knowing any twitch of your abdomen would have his beautiful eggs shooting out. His gaze fixated on your cunt, on that little opening that couldn't even hide the last marble. “Three inside and I can see just the edge of the last one.” He groaned, “You can’t even close yourself up all the way.” He poked a finger at the bit of marble he could see, making them click together again. “Now,” he whispered, “you can push them out.” 

Your body didn’t need any more instruction than that. The moment he removed his finger, the first marble surfaced, slowly gliding through rings of muscle before popping out and onto the towel. 

Inside you, the other marbles traveled toward your entrance, every time you writhed, the muscles pushed them further towards the exist. 

“C’mon,” Keigo purred, “just a little bit more...” A sharp whimper escaped you as the second marble popped out, clacking beside the other one, covered in your juices and lube. Keigo’s wings beat together with excitement. “The last one,” he panted, “push out the last one. C'mon, baby, you can do it.”

This one seemed to be stuck near your core, your insides fluttering and squeezing around it as your struggled to push it out. "Keigo," you whined, "I can't-."

"Shhh," Keigo grabbed your hand and pulled some hair of your face, his own inches away. The curve of his smile gave away that he was enjoying every second of this. "Sometimes eggs get stuck and that's okay, you just need to push a little harder." He kissed your cheeks and then your neck as he reached for your cunt, encasing your clit between two fingers and rolling it until your thighs clamped together.

You could feel the marble pushed deeper into you, right against your cervix once again, grinding against the sensitive hole.

"You can't push it out like that," Keigo teased. He let go of your hand and clit, repositioning himself behind you to rip your legs open. "Now, try again."

You leaned into him and cried out as your pushed, the marble finally dislodged and popping out of your cunt in a gush of fluid and lube. Exhausted and sweaty, you collapsed into Keigo.

"Good job," he purred, offering chaste kisses, "now let's try that one more time."

a mockery at family

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bruh Mewtwo knows what’s up 

This was from the official Art Of Cuphead book xD

So yes, I am a Hawks simp. I love him beyond what I can even explain but sometimes, I stare at the owl plush I have and ask myself, am I CHEATING on Hawks for my owl plush??? Don't get me wrong, I'm no fan of cheating in relationships, but that birdbrain doesn't take much fancy to other birds apparently and I have a bird plush so......? Oh dear, I just cheated on someone who doesn't exist with something that isn't alive 👁👄👁

Hawks is absolutely disgusted. He has no time for plush sluts. Women just open their legs for the first cuddly guy they see, don’t they? What do they have that he doesn't, huh? Childish taglines? Clearance discounts? Is this how low our standards have gotten?

He remembers a girl he hooked up with. Beautiful, respectful, great personality...she seemed perfect. Maybe he should ask if she wants to be more than a casual hookup.

But then she took him to her place, and that’s when he met her roommates.

There wasn’t even a hint of shame as she talked about where she met each one. “The Dollar Store?” Is she fucking serious? Clearly Hawks was mistaken; this bitch doesn’t value herself at all.

He left and didn’t look back. She can go ahead and lay in her bed filled with squishy lovable bastards that see her as nothing more than meat. And he could tell from just a glance that the chicken on the far right is doing meth. 

It’s not his problem. Those are the men she chose.