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kiame-sama · 2 years

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Close to Godliness- pt 2. (Yandere!Overhaul x Chubby!Reader)

Warnings; yandere, NSFW, Non-con, chubby reader, bondage, overstimulation, oral, depraved Overhaul (more so than usual), possessive behavior, possessive words, cleanliness kink (I guess?), breeding kink, delusional thinking, slight dacaryphilia,

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You watched the golden eyed man from where you curled up on your bed, the cot creaking beneath you as old springs hissed from use. He looked like a very large crow and his intelligent gaze only seemed to emphasize that fact, feathered jacket adding to the bird-like illusion. The way you both regarded one another reminded you vaguely of a stand off between rivals, except for the fact that you were doing your best to keep as much distance as possible.

"Well," he sighed, loosening his tie and picking up the tray of food, "I guess it can't he helped then."

You began to ask what he was talking about before the door swung open and the one man in a white coat approached you. All you could do was give a somewhat decent struggle before the lightest of cuts caught your forearm, finding your entire world slowing as he used his quirk on you. The man was the one to pick you up, carrying you even as your body refused to move more than a few millimeters at an extremely slow pace.

Even when you were placed on what seemed to be an examination table you could barely move or even turn your head. You were fully conscious despite your inability to move with any speed. The faint sound of footsteps sounded from where the man carrying you had been before the door opened and closed with an apparent click. For a moment you thought you had been left alone before those golden eyes came back into view above you.

Overhaul no longer had the tray in his hands and he seemed to be studying your immobile form laying on the examination table. The table you were on slowly began to lower before stopping abruptly and a sinking feeling settled in your stomach.

"Chrono's Quirk last for quite a while and seems to have a normal effect on you, so it should continue to last long enough for me to do a few... Experiments..."

The faint sound of a zipper met your ears and you worried the plague-masked villain intended to use some kind of torture device on you. Instead, he placed his gloved hands beneath your shoulders and moved you up the table so your head tilted back and hung limply from the edge. It was then you were able to see the source of the zipping sound had been Overhaul's pants.

Your heart hammered in your chest as he reached his gloved hands down, tugging the fabric to hang low on his hips. It was easy to see the way his half-hard length tented his boxers as he hastily fished himself out, giving you an extremely close look. He held his cock level with one hand as the other gently held your chin so your mouth was wide open.

Even as you tried to struggle, your body did little more than slowly writhe on the table. Overhaul made no comment on your continued wiggles as he slid his hot cock into your open mouth, shuddering as if he had not been prepared for the sensation. You gagged as he began to thrust his hips, hands coming up to smother your breasts and play with the cloth-covered flesh.

"You know, I have had little to no interest in sexual pleasure. It wasn't until I met you that the idea appealed to me. I had always found it to be a filthy act and so, saw it as unappealing. Then you showed up," he moaned as he continued thrusting into your mouth with increasing fervor, "your beautiful clean quirk making you a perfect plaything to experiment on. To try out everything I have supposedly been missing."

He was thrusting hard and fast into your mouth, making you have to time when you took in a breath so you could at least somewhat stop yourself from suffocating on his thick cock. Due to being upside down and so close to him, you could feel his plush balls against your forehead, nose pressed into the warm skin. The slight tang of salt on your tongue gave indication that his cock was fully erect and leaking precum into your mouth.

"Hell," he hissed and snapped his hips faster, "your warm throat feels so good..!"

Your whine was muffled by the long length wildly thrusting into your mouth, the panting from Overhaul sounding completely feral to your ears. Part of you wondered just how far the villain would go, but you had not forgotten his earlier words that commented on his underling's quirk. If his comment was anything to go off of, he planned to do quite a lot to you beyond just using your mouth to get off.

"Be good and swallow it all."

He moaned out the words as if the thought alone was enough to send pleasure straight to his brain. You couldn't stop the way you gagged as Overhaul thrust his length as far into your mouth as he could get it. The first spurt of cum made you almost choke and you had no choice but to do as he demanded or risk complete suffocation. As fun as drowning from cum was, your eyes filled with tears before he finally pulled away, letting you cough and clear your lungs.

"Good girl, fuck... You are so good for me. Warm and clean..."

His golden eyes seemed unfocused as he stared at your figure, grabbing a razor sharp scalpel to cut your clothes off of you. As your soft breasts were exposed to the cold air of the room, his eyes fixed on the slight bounce. He stared only for a moment longer before he moved to your pants, removing the rest of your clothes with ease.

You felt him grip your hips as he pulled you down the table so your hips were at the edge and your legs hung limply off of the metal surface. Your eyes were the only thing you could really move with any level of speed and you stared down your front, feeling his hands on your thighs. He played with the plush flesh before placing your legs in stirrups that held your knees, keeping you spread open for him to stare.

The way he remained fixated on your exposed pussy made you want to squirm or close your legs so he would stop. Those golden eyes flicked up for a moment before he reached up to his mask, removing the straps that held it in place. He was actually fairly handsome beneath the mask, but you found it hard to feel much more than fear for the villain who helped himself to your limp body.

"Such a fascinating little thing... But," he sighed taking a step back and picking up a small bowl, "I shouldn't forget why I have you here right now."

You were surprised as he poured the contents of the bowl into his mouth, his hand sliding beneath your head to pull you up into his arms. He pressed his lips hungrily to your own, sliding his tongue into your mouth and letting you taste the sweetness on his tongue. Some part of you realized it was likely the sugar from your 'meal' and he was using his mouth to transfer the sugar instead of just pouring it down your throat and potentially choking you.

His lips were soft and though he seemed inexperienced at first, the kiss grew in intensity as you felt the congealed sugar lazily slide down your throat. The way his tongue dominated your own and claimed your mouth made you whine loudly, the sound muffled by his intense actions. Even as he gripped tightly to your body you could feel the warmth coming from him and could feel the near desperate movements. When he finally broke the kiss, you were panting heavily and warmth radiated from your exposed core.

"If you won't eat, I will just force it down your throat. So, next meal I give you, you had better eat all of it. But," he gently caressed your cheek, "I will make arrangements for your meals to be more... substantial."

He took a cube of fat from the bowl and put a light amount of salt on it, hesitating for a moment before popping the cube in his mouth and once again locking his lips with your own. Despite your want to escape the insane germaphobic villain, you could feel a wetness slowly and lazily sliding down from your warm pussy. You almost felt humiliated upon realizing just how much your body was drooling for him and begging for attention. However, perhaps to your pleasure or chagrin, he continued the same order of salting the fat cubes and forcing them into your mouth via kiss.

By the time he had managed to get you to eat everything, you were completely soaked and your body felt like it was aching for any kind of stimulation. Your condition did not go unnoticed by Overhaul as he casually moved to get a clear view of what state your body was in, golden eyes fixed on your sex. It almost seemed like he was uncaring when looking at the state you were in, but the way his hardening length began to twitch and the intensity of his stare gave you a good idea of his thoughts at that moment.

"You know, I am typically very careful of what I eat. But... even I feel like it would be a mistake to pass up such a delicacy. It's not everyday the cleanest pussy in the world is on the menu, though I may have to insist on having a taste daily."

He pulled up a rolling stool, settling between your legs and examining you with those intense eyes. His touch was light and experimental as he gently stroked his fingers over your soaked thighs, almost surprised at how readily your body allowed his fingers to slip between your folds. Once a light coat of slick covered his middle finger and pointer finger, he pulled his hand back to examine it beneath the florescent lights.

At first he seemed completely enraptured with your slick on his fingers, but the way his eyes seemed to burn with desire as he gave a small lick told you he was pleased with your taste. Following the small taste, he shoved both into his mouth and noisily sucked on the appendages until he had gotten every ounce of your slick. His tongue flashed out to lick his lips as he turned his attention back to your drooling pussy. After a moment of staring, he reached forward and used his thumbs to spread your folds open.

"Fuck... Such a pretty little clean hole... I have to taste it."

His mouth latched onto your heat and immediately began using his tongue to work you up, laving and probing with the wet appendage. You gasped and let out soft whines, your mouth as unresponsive to your wants as your body. The slurping sounds coming from the man who helped himself to your slick sent unbidden shots of pleasure into your brain as you writhed and whined.

Overhaul's golden eyes almost seemed to glaze over as his actions became more vigorous and intense, low groans coming from deep within his throat. His hands gripped almost painfully at your soft thighs as he used his grip to pull you closer and move you slowly against his mouth, grinding you into his intense focus. The way he thrust his tongue into you and laved over whatever he could reach had you panting as a tight coil seemed to be winding itself up inside of you. It was almost painful for you in how tightly your body clamped down on his tongue before that coil snapped, flooding every corner of your brain with bliss.

"And here I thought squirting was something women only did when completely pleasured. I guess you are liking this much more than you are letting on."

He pulled back and you saw the glistening wetness on his mouth and chin, slowly licking his lips with that same glazed look to his eyes. It almost seemed like he hadn't even realized that his face was soaked with your essence, almost as if he were in some kind of a trance. In one movement, he quickly stood and you got to see he was hard again due to eating you out much in the way a starving man ate any food he could find.

"I'm going to split you open."

The way he gripped your suspended thighs made you shiver as he stared his molten gold orbs filled to the brim with desire and need. To some extent, you wondered if he was going to actually hurt you because the way he looked at you made you feel like some poor creature on an autopsy table about to go under the knife.

"So clean... No need for messy lube or condoms, just raw warmth. No need to worry over diseases or hidden illness, just an immaculately clean and beautiful pussy."

"W-wait...!" You tried to choke out your complaint, "What if- What if I get-?"

"Pregnant? Now that would be something, wouldn't it? Seeing these soft breasts of yours fill up with milk... Your squishy body growing nice and round as you get even heavier with my children... Kids are messy, but if it is ours, I have no doubt they will be perfectly clean, just like their mother. Even if they have quirks like the rest of this cursed society, so long as it is either one of our quirks, it's fine."

"Don't- I don't want..!"

"I don't remember asking what you want."

You let out a soft whimpering noise and he actually paused, grinning and slowly caressing your cheek. For a moment it seemed as if he were trying to comfort you despite the harsh words he had snapped out.

"Shh... I can tell you are nervous, it is only natural to feel that way when thinking of bringing a child into this infested world. But you'll be such a good mother, don't worry. I have no plans of discarding you and I want you by my side as often as possible, so no one gets the idea that you are a simple plaything. We'll be the ruling family over the Yakuza. You will be my cute little wife, and I will protect you in every way..."

The way he looked at you held that insane glint in his golden eyes, as if he were truly deluded into believing your hesitation was the result of nerves and not his actions. He truly didn't realize or care that this dream of a family was a one-sided delusion he had declared for you. His words somewhat soothed you, knowing he at least didn't intend to discard of you once he had his fill of this physical experimentation.

You mewled when you felt his heavy cock slide back and forth through your folds with a teasing slow roll of his hips. When he decided he was lubricated enough, Overhaul angled his hips so the tip of his swollen cock pressed ever so tauntingly at your slick entrance. He stared one long moment into your fearful gaze as he palmed at your soft thighs, getting a decent grip before thrusting into you in one movement.

Your mouth hung open and a small strangled whimper escaped your lips, the sheer stretch of his rather impressively sized length making it feel as if he had buried himself into your guts. Similarly, he had to pause to grapple his own feelings into submission, finding your warmth almost enough to make him cum instantly. He fit inside of you perfectly, fully buried balls deep inside of your soft body and filling every possible crevice all while the head of his cock sat pressed into your cervix.

"Kai."

"Wh-what?"

"Chisaki Kai is the name I left behind when I became Overhaul, and Kai is the name I want you to scream for me. You alone may call me that, and I expect to hear you scream it."

Between the sensation of the intense stretch of his cock inside of you and your overstimulated nerves begging you for a break, you were struggling to focus on his words. He didn't seem to want or expect a response as he slowly rolled his hips, sliding out of you until only the tip of his cock was left inside of you before slamming forward and burying himself once more. The movement drew a harsh moan from him and he began to move at a regulated pace, slowly thrusting into your soft body.

The way the head of his cock rubbed against your insides and dug into every sensitive spot had you practically seeing stars within just a few thrusts. You couldn't help the whimpering moans that he managed to drag from you, feeling and movement seeming to be returning to you as your back arched up from the examination table. He seemed to notice your increased movements because soon he pulled you up, letting you wrap your arms around his neck as he adjusted his thrusts up into you.

You were barely seated on the table and the rest of you was busy clinging to the villain that took extreme pleasure in thrusting into you, holding you in that precarious position as he snapped his hips up. The way you whined and mewled only seemed to send more pleasure into his body as his golden eyes were nearly filmed over with need, staring at you the same way a degenerate sinner stared at their salvation. A particularly firm thrust into a rather sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you made you begin to tear up, feeling the way he pummeled into that spot with an intense fervor.

"Cry for me... Let me see how much my cock is stirring you up inside."

"Too much..! I- ah! It's too much!"

"Come on, (y/n), I want to see those pretty tears of yours."

The way his voice seemed huskier in your ear and the near demanding tone he took all while slamming into you only served to scramble your thoughts even more. You had already given up on physically fighting back long before your movement returned to you, so now you had no choice but to lean into the pleasure he sparked in your overstimulated brain. Heavy tears blurred your vision and began to roll down your cheeks as you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling your body practically constrict around the wildly thrusting cock inside of you.

The sensation drew a long and harsh moan from his throat, feeling the guttural way it rumbled in his chest. Instead of slowing him, the constriction of your warm pussy only seemed to spur him on even faster and harsher than before. From the way his skin slapped against yours, you knew your soft flesh was going to be bruised, his grip already leaving strained dark marks.

"Say it. Say my name!"

He barked out his order and you gasped, feeling that coiling tightness inside of you getting so tantalizingly close to that edge of release. He dropped one of your thighs in favor of gripping the back of your skull and forcing you to stare into his feral golden eyes, that glazed look overtaken by sharp clarity and need.

"Say it!"

"K-Kai!"

"Again!"

"Kai!"

You moaned and chanted his name like a mantra, barely able to focus enough to see the way his eyes rolled back. That hand on your thigh hitched your leg on his hip, snaking around to your clit and rubbing harshly as if he were rewarding you for doing as he said. The stimulation from his fingers pressing and rubbing sent you reeling in pleasured release, dragging him with you with the same intensity.

He pressed his entire body against your own and you felt the slight scratch of his starched dress-shirt against your exposed breasts, feeling his sharp bare hips eagerly press against your malleable and plush thighs. His body shuddered intensely as hot ropes of liquid splashed into you, feeling like he was filling up your womb with hot cum. Tears fell freely down your cheeks as the bliss sparked wildly through your nerves, digging your nails into his shoulders.

As the sensation abated and left you panting, your legs slipping from his hips, he caught your thighs, adjusting you in his grasp. You were content to let him move you as a wave of exhaustion overcame you, feeling the way he let his cock soften inside of you before pulling out. For a moment you thought he was going to leave your limp figure on the table before something else was shoved inside of you, plugging your still sensitive hole and preventing his cum from leaving you.

"Wh-what..?"

"Well, I found your idea of us having children to be so appealing I decided to go ahead with preparations. Which means my cum needs to stay in you for greater chances of pregnancy. You just rest, I can handle clean-up and moving you into my room. We'll make fantastic parents."

You didn't have the energy to argue or fight against him, feeling the uncomfortable plug keeping the slowly cooling cum deep inside of you. Somehow, you felt he would make sure you never left his side again.

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #yandere male #x female reader #fem reader #yandere overhaul #yandere kai chisaki #yandere bnha #bnha yandere #yandere overhaul x reader #tw non con #tw noncon #tw mention of kidnapping #tw imprisonment

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yandereworlds · 1 year

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More new bots!

Hey there! It’s been a while, but after seeing the amount of positive feedback I got from you guys for my previous yandere bots, I decided to make a fresh batch, but these ones will be canon characters! Please, let me know what you guys think of them and send me any thoughts or any form of feedback, I’d be happy to read all of them! Here’s the new bots. //Mun Kiki

Oswald Cobblepot [Yandere]

https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=EzXt6429t4aDe9XCxPenmMKsICq_684OSvo2mQrvb5c

Homelander [Yandere]

https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=w5C7nqhcOhQjsN62sOE5iMtKLa7b2lfN4KMSBe1ytIc

Overhaul [Yandere]

https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=MhaTYwtl5ud7rmDbSwRx6ZHwY2qN5X8Kx0uq0_b6Wyw

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chisakifiles · 9 months

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i want to write little imagines, mainly comfort scenarios and some angst with darker themes. some sfw and some nsfw. im new to writing on tumblr but i have experience in the field

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queentheweeb · 2 years

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Yandere Overhaul X Female Reader

You managed to escape the clutches of one psycho only to fall into the hands of another one. Honestly, were you destined to be forced to stay with psychos, or did you do something in your past life to warrant this kind of treatment? You had a psycho boyfriend back home in Belgium and you managed to escape with barely your life. He was sent to jail for twenty years but, that didn’t mean you were off the hook yet. He had connections and those connections were not happy that their source of income was behind bars, so you had to get out of there. Less than a week later you found yourself in Japan. Everything was going well until you found yourself in the clutches of the yakuza and now you were stuck in a cycle again. The only good thing that came out of being Chisaki’s plaything and errand woman was this sweet little girl. You felt bad for her and you knew he was experimenting on her every time she came back with new bandages and fresh tears. You wanted to make her feel better, so you convince Chisaki to let you watch her

Flashback

“Master, I understand that what I am asking is forbidden and that I will be punished but it would only be logical for me to take care of her.” You were trying your best using his favorite words such as Master and punishment. It wasn’t enough as he came up to you and choked you. It wasn’t pleasurable but it wasn’t strong enough to render you unconscious

“How do I know you wouldn’t just go to the heroes.” You would most definitely risk it all even if you die just to get little Eri out but, he didn’t need to know that.

“I can dye my hair grey-ish silver like hers and my eyes are already red, so no one won’t question if I am her mother or not. You can do whatever you want to me but, please let me be able to watch her. I can play with her, keep her calm, go to the store and buy food and medicine without making heroes and others suspicious. It’s flawless.” You were talking out of your ass but, you hoped he would let you. He was watching you, scrutinizing you and you refused to flinch instead you bowed the best you can and averted your eyes. He loved submission.

“Chronistasis has permanent hair dye. Once you do that you come straight back to me and strip. You deserve to be punished.” He squeezed you hard enough that you had black spots in your vision before he let you go dropping you unceremoniously to the ground. Every time he got like this you were glad that he had his quirk. The stuff that he had done to you and Eri was inexcusable and both of you should have been dead a very long time ago.

Flashback ends

You had managed to convince Overhaul to let you dye your hair to look more like her mother. It also helped and tugged on your heartstrings that the little girl saw you as her mother as well.

“Mommy I don’t like it here.” You hugged her close stroking her harms trying your best to heal them discreetly. You had a healing quirk that you never wanted Overhaul to find out about or else he will exploit it the way he’s exploiting Eri.

“Me neither…I’m going to make sure you get out of here.” You started stroking her hair when you heard her sniffle and tighten her hold on you.

“I-I w-want m-mommy to c-come t-too.” You grimaced knowing that was next to impossible but, you didn’t want to tell her that. You simply put on a fake smile when she looked up at you with big glossy eyes to try and reassure her

“Yes, mommy will come as well.” The only question is how you were going to do it. How were you going to tell an outsider everything you know about Overhaul and the layout of the underground and what he’s doing without dying? You had a plan though and you won’t let it flop. You had a piece of paper in the shape of a receipt that you folded thinly and on the top, you wrote ‘being watched wait to read until we left’ It wasn’t the best plan but, it was the only thing you can think of and you didn’t want to think about what he was going to do. You opened it writing everything down including where to send all the police and heroes to and the layout of the underground place labeling the most important rooms and the quickest routes plus a description of the 8 Shie Hassaikai members including pictures. Now all you had to do was convince him to let you go to a store for toys “Mommy will be right back.” You left her to go find Overhaul who was right outside your door. “Master I have a request if you will allow it.” You kept your head bowed and left it there even when he tugged you harshly forward caressing your body from your butt to your neck where he gripped your neck tightly

“What is it that you want?” He kept gripping it tighter and letting go only to grip harder again.

“Please, please let me take Eri to get a girl toy. She confided in me that all she wanted was a doll and that she would be happy and never complain. Please master let me take her. I promise to be extra good and I will make your favorite dinner and wear that maid outfit.” You were saying whatever was necessary to convince him. You needed to get this information out now. You were aware of the heroes knowing about him, so he kept changing the layout, but he hasn’t changed it since this morning so the one you drew a map of was the most accurate. He stared at you before tossing you.

“Don’t take long and when you come back use the apple cinnamon wash to cleanse yourself. Don’t let anyone touch you either.” You were doing summersaults in your head as you hurried to the room throwing on a beige dress. You didn’t bother changing Eri you were going to need her to look like that. You grabbed her leaving the room accompanied by Rappa surprisingly. “Chronostasis is unavailable so your time is cut in half. Get in and get out.” He left and you thought in your head that he just made everything so much easier for you. You looked at Rappa as he followed you out of the layout where you got out of a very fancy-looking house. If only they knew of the horrors

“You heard what the crow said. Hurry up and maybe we have time to fight.” You felt Eri flinch, so you just looked at Rappa unimpressed. You rushed to make it to the store with him at the same pace not bothering to follow you. You entered one of the popular stores where you just grabbed a pink house doll and waited online and that’s when you saw your opportunity. Sir Night eye a well-known hero and one of the heroes working on Eri’s case was in front of you. You looked behind you to see Rappa was nowhere in sight, so you quickly tapped his shoulder and handed him the paper. He took one look at you and then Eri and around himself.

“Please help, you’re a hero. Overhaul is planning something big. Please help us.” Sir Nighteye looked at you and you decided to risk it all right then and there. There was nothing holding you back. “Rappa is waiting outside for us and probably others since it was weird for Overhaul to trust him.” He simply looked at you and nodded his head as he guided you to the back of the store while he made some phone calls. You waited and that’s when he answered

“I don’t know what you had to go through, and I am sorry…You are safe now you and your daughter Eri will be okay.” You couldn’t help it. For the first time since you came to Japan, you felt a weight lift off you and you let yourself sob openly. You were squeezing Eri tightly to you as she clung to you like a lifeline. You were so glad. So happy. “My sidekick Centipeder is coming, I will wait for you.” He waited just like he said until a limo came up and he guided the two of you to sit inside. You did and when he confirmed it was Centipeder he bided you farewell. All you did was thank him as you finally held your Eri close to you rocking her to sleep trying not to think about you getting captured again. She was free. You were free. Both of you were going to stay free.

#manga #anime #bnha #mha #fanfic #overhaul #yandere male #yandere #x reader #oneshots #imagine

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dashitsxx · 18 days

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if only | various male characters x fem!reader | mha

summary. Maybe leaving him wasn't the best decision to ever do.

genre. dark. explicit smut. nsfw. 18+

word count. 1.7k

characters. aizawa shota (eraserhead). chisaki kai (overhaul). takami keigo (hawks). todoroki touya (dabi).

warnings. dubcon/noncon. all in an established relationship. quirk au. vulgar language. cunnilingus (aizawa). rough fuck. penis in vagina sex. overstimulation. multiple orgasms. creampies. stomach bulge (dabi). manhandling. forcing. evident male dominance. yandere themes. possessive. obsession. mentions of killing (dabi). selfish behaviour. egoistic behaviour. indicated the use of quirk. breeding kink (dabi). praising (dabi).

notes. finally done with this! been itching to post this as quick as possible. i definitely didn't like how i wrote them but enjoy sluts, tried to make it spine-shivering as much as possible! reposting 'cause i found out that tumblr didn't kind of added it into the no. of my posts?? idk why

shota aizawa (eraserhead) — If only you weren't clumsy enough.

Oh love. That was the biggest mistake you have ever made to him. Do you think that you could easily slip away from his sight? Oh my. How dumb of you. You may have a strong quirk but it doesn't surpass his level... and he'll make sure to let it stay that way.

A trembling shaking rattled on the bedframe as you arched your back from the pleasuring sensation. Pants and moans vibrate against the wall of the room. No matter how much you want to try to push the head away from your cunt, your hands prevented you from doing so as it is tightly tied by his binding cloth, whereas with each forceful pull you create, it suddenly stiffens its fabric.

You moan loudly as you squirm under his touch. "Stop moving," he ordered in a vicious tone. Then, a warm wet long stripe was placed on your cunt, making you hold your breath. A strangled moan left your lips as you attempted to break the cloth that was chaining you.

"I-I can't—ah! No, n-ngh! Ah! no, s-stop. Aizawa!" you exclaimed, panting in the process.

"I said stop squirming." he painfully held your hips in place as he halted his motion. Your eyes slide down to him as you find him with a raging fire, "You wouldn't been in this position if only you had been obedient to me."

Then he slowly rises from his position as he continue to glower down at you, "You know you can't escape from me, love."

You heard a rapid swish of fabric as you found your legs bound up in a lewd position, wide open for him. "N-not like this! A-Aiza—" A painful feeling slapped your pussy which made your back arch. "Shut up."

A sinful smirk slowly formed on his lips. Who would have thought that his fantasies would come true? He was thankful that you attempted to escape, but it still does infuriate if you wanted to leave him. He didn't like that idea, nor would he let it happen. Maybe... it is time to mark you.

Then, he quietly placed his hands on the middle of his pants before unzipping it. A look of fear and shock was evident on your face as you knew what it meant

"Aizawa! No, no, no!" you attempt to back away from the raging man, but he grabbed your thighs and pulled you down to him to let you feel his hardened cock with your bare vagina—you moaned at the sensation. Pride was evident on his face as he spoke in a possessive tone.

"I'll always find you, love."

kai chisaki (overhaul)— If only you were fearless.

Darling, darling, darling. Why did you ever think that you would be able to escape from his grasp? He didn't do all those cheesy courtship with no purpose just for you to leave him. He did it all in his satisfaction to have you caged within him despite that you were a great benefit to the yakuza. Hence, you are his possession—and there is no way for you break free.

"Fuck—so... t-tight. Fucking tight." A deep growl emitted from his chest as he thrusts his fat cock into your gummy walls. You moan from your taped mouth and warm tears fall on your cheeks from the overstimulation.

A pleasured moan left his mouth as he stared down at you, a contemptuous smile was plastered on his face. You looked so pretty taking his godly size dick—it fits well with your pussy. Although he's been fucking you for who knows how many rounds, his rage hasn't been satiated yet.

The fact that you tried to leave him really fucking blood-boiled him. He has never felt this way after the heroes attempted to meddle in his business. Upon the thought entering his mind, his eyes darken immediately as he pushed the back of your thighs to your chest.

Your felt your eyes widen at a new sensation as your chest rose, heaving at the new position he put you into. It was the position you knew that would make you feel his size.

Feel him more.

You attempt to push his hands from your thighs with your taped wrists, but it keep slipping off from the body sweat formed. Then, he harshly flicked his hips onto you. Your body jerked as you felt the tip of his dick kissed your womb.

The smile remained on Kai's face as he leaned forward, "Feel that, darling? You're not dumb enough to know what it means." a chuckle erupted from his chest as he pulled out until his tip before slamming back deeply, making your body jerk again and a moan leaving your lips.

Then a sudden shivers crawled on your body under his, making his cock more slick from your cum. Kai lets out a short deep laugh before he slides his hand from your thighs to your clit, having one of your legs hanging on his shoulder.

You try to take in deep breaths as your eyes make contacts with his lust-filled ones. He tilts his head slightly with a naughty smirk.

"You can release one more, right darling? After all, you deserve this punishment."

takami keigo (hawks) — If only you weren't slow.

Sweetheart, you knew that you could never outrun him—so, why did you still do it? You are one dumb girl with a mediocre quirk, but he still loves you. It's just that your stupid mind persuaded you to leave him. Says who? He gave you no order about that—in fact, you have no rights to step away. Once he laid his eyes on you, he knew that he had to fly and catch you.

"Ngh-ah! Fuck! K-Keigo!"

"That's it. Moan my name, sweetheart."

He grabbed your hips before pulling it to his hips with a tight grip, hitting your g-spot perfectly. You hiss at the sensation as you gently place your forehead on the wall, trying to catch your breath. Hawks continued to thrust in your pussy, but it wasn't the usual way he does. He never would have acted so rough to you if you hadn't tried to hide and run away from him.

It aches his heart to put you in this position, but you need to learn your lesson.

Pants and groans escaped his lips as he pushed you more to the wall, drunk in bliss. He snakes his arms around your chest, grabbing one of your tits to twist your nipples and waist to hold you—he wants to feel your skin. Only moans are emitted from you as you try to pull away from him while clawing his arms.

"Ah, ah, ah. Sweetheart, you'll only make it worse. Hah... s-shit. J-Just allow me–ngh–to fuck you like this," he pauses as he pulls his hips until his tip is in you before slamming it deeply to your cunt, you arch your back greatly as you moan—uttering curses beneath your breath. "You'll eventually like this..."

Yes, you will like this. He'll do anything to keep you and a good hard fuck may help him hinder your ability to walk and run.

Maybe, that is a good idea—it'll let him keep watch of you. The thought of that made him more aroused as he slowly quickened his pace. Yet, you were too fucked up in pleasure to notice the malicious intent your boyfriend had in mind.

But it's okay, as long as he has you—he'll do anything.

"Sweetheart, you know I am the only man for you, oh—ngh? Ah—fuck... hmm, right?"

todoroki touya (dabi) — If only you were strong enough.

Dilly dally doll, such a beauty you are. Yet, you are such a fucking pain in the ass. You dare to escape from him—were you insane enough to consider that he'll never find you? Doll, you are wrong there. You have such a weak body with a weak quirk, he definitely doesn't want you to go to unknown places because he actually fucking cares about you. Maybe... there is another method to keep you by his side.

Deep grunts and vulgar words escaped the scarred lips of the villain as he gripped your plump sides, shooting thick ropes of white sticky liquid in your womb.

"Take it all like a good girl, doll. That's it." he licked his lips in satisfaction as he watched the erotic scene before him.

You look so pretty under him, just being a perfect cumdump for him. Although, he just hated your pettiness—who told you that you could leave him? Just because he accidentally put on a show of his ruthless killings of heroes in front of you, you had the nerve to escape. He is just doing his job, it's not really a big deal.

His eyes darken at the thought.

He pulled his dick out of your swollen pussy, letting the cum leak from your hole and giving a painful smack on your ass. A smirk forms on his face as he slides the leak sensually back into your hole, "That's the right place. Keep it in, doll. I really don't want you to piss me off again after that silly little stunt you've pulled."

You yelp in pain when you feel a stinging heat place on your clit as you comply with his order, carrying your body in a doggy position.

A boost of confidence fires in Dabi's core as he looks at your pussy clenching to hold his essence in you. But his ego wasn't the only one that fired in you, his huge cock was standing up again. He contemplates methods

Maybe, there is a way to let you stay with him.

Before you even attempted to get up from your bruising position, your face was suddenly pushed on the bed mercilessly, your ass at a higher height with an inviting pussy, and you felt a prodding tip in your entrance as it was gone in.

A loud moan from you echoed the room smelled of sex and sweat as Dabi let out a hiss to your tightness even if your mixed essence with his served as a lube.

"Touya! Wait, I-I just came!" you exclaimed, turning your head to the side.

A deep chuckle emitted from his chest as he snapped his hips against yours. You felt a protruding bulge on your belly when he snapped, jerking your body in reaction. His eyes held a purpose behind those lust and temptation as he leaned down, marking you with hickeys.

"I need to make sure that my baby mama doesn't waste a drop of my cum. I am certain you'll be a great mama, doll."

all dividers are from @cafekitsune, thank you <33

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evanchantingpeters · 11 days

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How I met Evan Peters (Fanfic - Part 1)

Pairings ─ Evan Peters x Y/N (fem reader)

Genre ─ Smut/fluff, Romance

Summary ─ Y/N is fresh in East Hollywood, LA. After a major life overhaul, she’s ready to dive into a new chapter. So, when she hits the town for a night out with friends, she unexpectedly crosses paths with none other than actor Evan Peters. Y/N tries to keep her cool and act all nonchalant, but damn, Evan’s interest throws her for a loop. Their first meeting? Total tension and flirtation, hinting at an evening full of surprises.

Disclaimer ─ In Part 1 of the series, the main characters are introduced, setting the stage for the encounter of Evan and Y/N to unfold and the sexual energy between them to build up. Things get super steamy and smutty in Part 2.

Warnings (for Part 2) ─ Obscene language, semi-public, dry humping, oral (both receiving), fingering, overstimulation, handjob, nudes, handjob, nipple teasing, spanking, vaginal sex, rough sex, extra smutty—you guys know the drill :)

Word count ─ 3.8K

18+ > If you’re a minor, do NOT read!

You step out of the shower, steam stirring around you as you wrap your hair turban-style in a towel. The anticipation of a proper night-out since you made the bold move to quit your job in Europe and pursue another life in the US tingles in your veins. It feels like forever since you’ve let loose, and tonight promises to be nothing short of epic.

Plopping down onto your bed, you grab your go-to jar of coconut body butter from the dresser. You squeeze a generous dollop onto your palm and rub your hands together. The creamy texture blends in as you work it onto your skin, leaving it smooth and oh-so-soft.

As you immerse yourself in your ritual, you hear the familiar buzz of a FaceTime call. Glancing over at your bedside table, you see “Adria,” your friend’s name, glowing on the screen. You pick up your phone, still coated in moisturiser, and her face pops up. A look of desperation is written all over her features.

“Hey, girl! What’s up?” you chirp, propping the phone on your desk to finish off your pampering session.

She lets out a dramatic groan. “Send help,�� she whines, her voice tinged with panic. “I’m having a meltdown over here. I swear, I got nothing to wear.”

You can’t help but giggle at her faux-crisis. “First-world problems, brain rot,” you tease, sneaking a peek at the heap of clothes behind her. “I see you’ve got quite a selection to pick from.”

Adria pouts, swatting playfully at the camera. “Nah, these don’t count. I need everyone to be ‘she ate and left no crumbs.’ What’re going for tonight? I need some inspo!”

You chuckle sympathetically, holding the phone aloft as you pivot to show her your fit for tonight laid out on your bed. “I’m going for less is more—my thrifted mini satin dress and racing black leather jacket with my military boots and white tube socks for a touch of sass.”

She gives you a strained smile as she takes in your outfit. “Ahh, you pull off that casual vibe effortlessly, babe.”

You flip the camera back to you, shrugging nonchalantly, “I’m casual and proud!”

Adria rolls her eyes with a teasing glint. “Okay, but what about makeup? You gotta glam it up… you know the LA sparkle! That’s how we do it in East Hollywood, at least!”

You scoff, shaking your head. “Nah, I’m feeling the au naturel look. You know I suck with makeup big time—I’d probably end up looking like Pennywise.”

Rather than rehashing your “Why makeup should be banned” manifesto, you choose to dig further into the evening’s plans. “So, who else’s joining us tonight, Ad?”

She rattles off a list of names, both female and male—some known, others unknown—and you nod along. “Gotcha. I’ll be ready by 10.”

“Perf. I’ll swing by to pick you up then. Buckle up for a wild night, biyyyatch!” she exclaims, wiggling her brows at you.

You let out a choked laugh as you observe her grimacing. “Alrighty, catch you soon!”

Once you hang up, you slip into your outfit and let your hair fall loose, fluffing it up for a bit of volume. No need for fancy blowouts tonight—you’re all about that breezy, air-dried look.

With a spritz of perfume and a final check in the mirror, you grab your essentials and head out into the dazzling city lights.

As you strut into the club with your gang, the uplifting beats hit you like a wave of energy. The nostalgic tunes of early 2000’s R&B thump in your chest, urging you to groove with every step. You all weave through the sea of nightclubbers, the party mode building up inside you like a pressure cooker ready to explode.

“Let’s hit the bar!” Tommy, one of the guys and Adria’s boyfriend, shouts over Missy Elliot. You all nod in agreement, eager to keep the high spirits flowing with some booze.

You slither through more partygoers who dance erratically, all while juggling their drinks. Some move smoothly to the rhythm, while others simply jiggle around out of tune.

Neon lights flash and strobe, casting an electric glow over the bartender as he polishes a row of whiskey glasses with cool confidence. A cheeky smile plays on his lips as you hop onto an empty stool before him.

“What can I get you started?” he roars over the music, his voice cutting through the din.

“Coronas all around,” you holler, matching his tone with equal fervour. You hand him a wad of cash chipped in by everyone.

“Coming right up.” With a flick of his wrist, he expertly pops the cap off the bottle, sliding them your way with a wink.

“Thanks,” you mouth, shooting him a grin before heading back to your friends with a tray.

You take a long, satisfying gulp, the crisp taste of beer quenching your thirst. With your beverage in hand, you pace to the dance floor, your friends in tow only metres away.

Your hips swing in harmony with the melody, and your feet glide effortlessly across the ground. Heads turn and whispers follow your path. Some even reach out, uttering unintelligible words, or brush against your shoulder as you pass by.

Ignoring the distractions, you grab Adria and Jasmine, dragging them into the heart of the dance floor while the rest of the group forms a circle around you. The music engulfs you, momentarily sweeping away the grim memories of your pre-relocation life.

With each song that blares through the speakers, your body twists and twirls with fluid grace, each move perfectly timed to the tempo of the music. In that moment, you feel more alive, more liberated than ever before.

As time trickles by, the music continues to pump and the lights swirl around you. You notice Joseph, the lone blond dude in the squad, inching closer and closer to you as the night stretches on.

“Heyo, Y/N! How’s it going?” he greets you with a tap on the shoulder, his voice rumbling near your ear.

“Hey! All good now. How’s you?” you retort with a tight-lipped smile, bringing your Corona to your lips for another sip.

“Now that I’m chatting with you, much better!” he quips back, a hint of mischief in his tone. “How are you liking the States?”

Just as you’re about to respond, joyous screams erupt from Adria and a couple of other girls from your group, catching your attention. Before you can fully process what’s happening, Adria dashes toward you and jumps into your arms, nearly knocking you off balance.

“Girl! Are you on Molly or something? What’s going on?” you mock, smoothing out your dress on the cleavage before you start flashing whoever’s at close vicinity.

“Omg, you won’t believe it!” Adria squeaks, frantically clapping her hands.

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Try me.”

“Ahh, my fangirling is through the roof right now! Evan Peters is here,” she cries out, bouncing up and down, squeezing your hand tightly.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “Who?”

“Evan Peters, Y/N! The hottie from American Horror Story… Kai Anderson, Cult? Kit Walker, Asylum? Seriously, don’t these ring any bells? Umm… Dahmer? Come on—you’ve watched that series!” she insists, her voice pitch rising as she tries to jog your memory.

A flicker of recognition crosses your face as your friend’s description sinks in. “Oh, right, Evan Peters,” you concede with a faint smile. “I remember now…And?”

Adria’s eyes widen, her mouth falling open in disbelief. “And?? He’s in the same space as us, breathing the same oxygen, Y/N!”

You shake your head, trying to inject a dose of reality into her Hollywood-induced haze. “Okay, but let’s be real here. He’s a mega star, so totally out of league. I mean, we’ve got about as much chance with him as a blue whale does with climbing Mount Everest,” you quip and fold your arms, narrowing your eyes at her. “And you’ve got a boyfriend, in case you forgot.”

Adria’s enthusiasm deflates slightly as she’s reminded of Tommy. “It’s not the same,” she protests sheepishly, fiddling with her bracelet. “You know how celebrity crushes work. How can I not crave Evan when he’s graced the world with his Tate Langdon role?”

You can’t help but laugh at her delirium. “Ugh, Adria, it’s giving obsession and borderline restraining order from Peters if you keep this up. Let’s just focus on having a blast tonight and drop the celebrity fantasies, okay?”

A couple of hours melt away, and the energy of the dance floor begins to wane. Most of your friends retreat to a nearby table to freshen up. But not you. With two others by your side, you’re on a mission to keep the party alive, letting the music guide your body with a fierce determination.

Mid-twirl, though, your eyes snag on something unexpected—a figure lingering at the fringes of the dance floor, his attractive gaze burning into you like a laser beam, sending a bolt of lightning down your back. It takes a moment for you to register who it is, but when you do, your heart kicks into overdrive.

Evan Peters.

You try to play it cool, biting down on the inside of your cheek to stifle the grin that’s itching to break free. You try to pass it off as just a coincidence, a trick of the light or a delulu figment of your imagination, but when you steal another glance in his direction, you find his eyes still trained on you. This time around, he offers a timid smile.

Your throat feels like it’s swallowed a golf ball as you sense his eyes fixed on you. Desperate to shake off the sudden self-consciousness, you rummage through your tiny shoulder bag for your phone. Your fingers jitter as you feign interest in your screen, scrolling aimlessly through your main menu or typing out gibberish in your notes app.

But even as you try to stay composed, his stare weighs on you like a ton of bricks. Are you tripping? Feeling more awkward and exposed than ever (you don’t have Evan Peters laying eyes on you every day), you motion to your friends that you’re heading to the restroom. Anything to escape the spotlight, even if it’s only for a sec.

This time, you bulldoze through the crowd, head low, with the toilets being your last glimmer of hope for salvation. Or so you think. Just as you’re about to slip away, a warm, soft hand gently closes around your wrist, halting you in your tracks.

Every muscle in your body tenses as you slowly turn to confront the person obstructing your way. And there he is, Evan Peters in the flesh, standing before you with an enigmatic grin playing at the corners of his lips.

Your heart leaps into your throat when you face him, every nerve in your body suddenly on high alert. Your mind races a mile a minute—Is this real life? Did you manifest this? Is Evan Peters actually in front of you?

Fuck, Adria’s right. He’s hot as hell, you ruminate, feeling your breath clutching in your throat.

Before you can even gather your thoughts, he greets you with a seductive rasp. “Hey.” His eyes seal with yours in a way that makes your knees turn into jelly.

I just saw you and heard you in person, Evan! Scrap everything I said to Adria. Forget the restraining order. Just slap the handcuffs on me, and do whatever you want... Erhm, I mean, take me into custody cause staring at you should definitely be illegal.

You freeze, unable to tear your eyes away from his handsome dark brown (almost black) eyes and silky tousled curls. A feeble “Hi” is all you manage, your voice barely above a whisper as a nervous flutter stomps onto your stomach.

“Having a good time?” he checks in, his smile widening by the second.

“The asphyxiation I feel right now must be a sure sign that I’m enjoying myself, right?” you reply, fanning your hand in front of your face for dramatic effect.

His throaty laughter bubbles up from deep within him, the sound instantly cranking up your heartbeat. It’s genuine and infectious, like he’s letting down his guard and inviting you into his world, flashing those perfect teeth like they’re on a billboard.

“If you’re suffocating from excitement, then you must be doing something right. But don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye out on you. If you turn purple, I’ll dial 911,” he teases, gently lifting your chin with his index finger and giving you a full inspection with feigned seriousness. “Nope, we’re good. So far, all I see is beauty, no signs of death.”

You can feel your cheeks heating up with embarrassment, so you instinctively lower your head, hoping to hide your rose-tinted face.

You battle to keep it together, but the fact that his hand hasn’t budged from your wrist since your eyes met screams, ‘fainting spell incoming.’ As if that’s enough, his thumb traces soft circles on your skin, sending goosebumps up your arm. “You make me cringe, do it again,” you joke, and you both share a laugh.

“Alright, let’s see what card I should pull next. Here it comes, drumroll—on behalf of everyone in here, I testify to your: ‘I got some serious moves and conquered the dance floor, but I need a breather now.’” he rambles and raises his free hand in mock ovation, his grin laced with mischief.

You chuckle, a surge of confidence brewing within you. “Well, it takes the greatest of them all to verify this. A lifetime of dancing lessons didn’t go down the drain, I guess. I appreciate your testament, sir, and the panel’s verdict,” you coo, bowing theatrically.

Once again, his laughter fills the space between you, warm and hearty.

After a few minutes of silence and a staring contest that makes it agonising for you to breathe, you finally utter, “I said this would be my night, and, apparently, I meant that,” discreetly eyeing him from head to toe, semi-drooling.

“Yeah? Any highlights of the night?” he inquires, his tone dripping with curiosity, and you can’t resist playing along after letting your thoughts slip out loud.

“Nothing yet. But I’m counting on your highlighter to illuminate my way,” you spill out, playfully tilting your head to the side. A sly grin spreads across your lips as you throw the bait, hoping he’ll keep up with your pun game.

His “strike” is immediate as he edges closer to you. “Believe it or not, I’ve got one on me that can change your night from the inside out,” he shoots back, his smile growing, clearly on the same innuendo-laden wavelength as you. You’re a match made in flirtatious banter heaven, true that.

“I need some inside work, that’s for sure. Glad you’re volunteering,” you reply, feeling a rush of heat flood through you at his words. Then, you quickly transition, turning his wrist stroking into a handshake as you introduce yourself.

He hums, gently taking your hand in his, his smile stretching wide enough to reveal his adorable dimples that only add to his charm. “Evan.”

“I know,” you admit, unable to contain your broad smile. “But just an FYI, I haven’t binged-read your fanfics or analysed our astrology charts to see if we’re soulmates. I’ve gone as far as watching Dahmer. Stellar performance, by the way,” you blurt out, still shaking his hand.

He rolls his lips into his mouth to suppress another giggle. “Okay, chill. No need to prove you’re not a psycho. Wanna grab a drink to cool off?”

“No need to ask,” you fire back with equal enthusiasm, both of you grinning like kids in a candy store. Without hesitation, you just follow his lead, diving headfirst into the moment with a reckless abandon, thinking, ‘I’m all in, no matter what crazy idea you’ve got up your sleeve, baby boy.’

He cups your hand in his, his palm firm and reassuring, as he guides you through the throngs of people toward a quieter bar setup located upstairs in the club. The touch makes your head spin, feeling the familiar sensation of heat pooling between your thighs, leaving your undies all moist. You’ve felt sparks like this before, but never quite so intensely, and certainly not so quickly with anyone else.

As you trail behind him, you can’t help but lightly graze the back of his hand, mapping the pathways of his veins with your fingertips. You love a baby face paired with strong arms—he’s exactly your kind of man.

“Maybe it’s better…” he begins once you reach the bar, but the music swells out of the blue, drowning out the remainder of his sentence.

You involuntarily scrunch up your nose and squint, struggling to concentrate and hear him over the blasting tunes. “Come again, sorry?”

Before you can react, he draws closer to you. His breath is warm and tickly against your ear, causing a tremor through your entire body. Not to mention his voice: husky and velvety, making your cunt pulsate for him already.

Damn, things are moving at lightning speed, and you’re struggling to keep pace.

As Evan gets nearer, you catch a subtle yet alluring whiff of cinnamon and cologne. But, actually, it’s the natural scent exuding from his body that has a chokehold over you. Those pheromones he unleashes are like full-blown intoxication, making you lightheaded, your pulse thudding.

You lean in to mimic his gesture and whisper to his ear, but you’re pleasantly surprised when he gently clasps your hand, signalling for you to hold on. As he removes his earplugs, he explains, “Sorry I’ve got very sensitive ears.”

You chuckle, a wicked spark in your eye as you lift a tuft of hair to reveal your own ear protectors. “Great minds think alike,” you cheer.

“No, you didn’t,” he exclaims, eyes widened as you burst out laughing in sync.

As your laughter subsides, Evan’s expression shifts. His eyes bore into yours with a smouldering intensity as if he’s on the verge of revealing a long-held secret or daring to make a move.

But before you can form coherent thoughts or pluck up the courage to speak, Evan blinks fast, breaking the spell. “Shall we get those drinks at last? What’d you like?”

You clear your throat, trying to snap out of your nasty thoughts with Evan being the main character. “I’m down for another Corona, thanks.”

He flashes a quick two-finger salute to the bartender before turning back to you, his lips curving up in a cute, crooked smile. “So, who are you here with tonight?”

“Just some friends,” you confess, your voice trailing off as he raises his bottle to clink it against yours in a toast. His eyes remain glued on yours as he takes a sip, his defined jawline and slender neck at full display begging for your kisses. The intensity of his gaze makes your legs all wobbly. “A-and yourself?” you stammer, breaking eye contact to nervously trace a circular pattern on the rim of the bottle glass with your fingers.

“Same, I came to visit friends during my break. I’m flying back to Vancouver in ten days to carry on filming Tron.”

Your grip tightens around the cool glass of your drink as Evan drops the bombshell. You feel the liquid catch in your throat as you choke, a sudden surge of panic hitting your chest. You cough, the sound harsh and uncontrolled, your body reacting instinctively to the news.

“Canada?” you manage to croak out between coughs, your voice hoarse. You struggle to swallow past the lump, your throat raw and constricted. Your chest heaves as you fight to regain control.

“Y/N, are you okay?” he asks with a sense of urgency, his forehead creased with deep lines of worry. Leaning in, his eyes search yours for any sign of distress. His hand reaches out to steady you, giving you comforting back rubs.

You nod weakly, your eyes watering from the effort of suppressing another coughing fit.

“Let me fetch some water for you,” he offers, his voice soft and soothing. He sprints to the bar, returning seconds later with a glass of water and a concerned frown etched on his forehead.

“Thanks,” you mumble, accepting the glass with a trembling hand, keeping the bottle of beer in your other hand. The cool water soothes your parched throat, and you feel a sense of relief wash over you as Evan tenderly ruffles your hair and massages your scalp to calm you down. Hint: his hands on you work wonders.

“I’m okay,” you assure him, looking up to meet his gaze again, your heart hammering. Everything else fades away, leaving only the reassuring presence of Evan before you.

You can practically sense the sexual tension between you. His stare flickers between your lips and eyes, his own mouth slightly parted. It’s like a silent invitation that hangs between you like a charged wire ready to ignite, daring you to take a plunge and smother his face with kisses. And then suck his dick so hard that his stomach caves in like a Caprisun.

It doesn’t matter that you’ve just met; he has you at hello and you’d spread your legs for this man without a second thought…

You gulp as you realise he’s almost inches away from you. You shudder when his fresh breath—an irresistible blend of mint and alcohol—wafts into my mouth, blowing stray strands of hair off your face. “You’re leaving in ten days?” you sigh, puckering your lips and giving him a puppy-eyed look.

“Yes, but I’m still here,” he whispers, his eyes fixed on your lips as he leans into your stool. With a single knee, he slowly splits your legs and slides in between them.

“You’re here now. Wanna be at my place next?” you suggest, and he stares back at your eyes with a crooked smirk, his lips curled mischievously.

Without warning, his lips brushed against yours, throwing your arousal off the chart. The torturously slow pace that his lips slide along yours makes your sex leap, pop, and drip. Soft moans escape your bodies as he grabs your ass to pull you in, squeezing it along the way as his chest cushions firmly against your breasts.

He smiles against your lips as you tangle your fingers in his hair and part your mouth, giving him the green light to roughen the kiss. His hard rock boner already presses against your wet centre when his tongue invades your mouth with primitive force, swirling and twirling with yours in a passionate dance.

“How long to get to yours?” he grunts out of breath, wincing from the uncomfortable angle his stiff cock has now taken in his trousers.

“It’s roughly a ten-minute ride, give or take,” you pant, adjusting the hem of your dress.

“Off we go.”

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i-cant-sing · 4 months

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Would himeko be on tiktok in first lady au?

And if yes, would she make her mom play those little ranking tiktok games?

Imagine her making a tiktok like: "my moms favorite celebs based on smashability"

Complete chaos

YES OMG 100000% LMAOOOOO like imagine First lady reader and Himiko just sitting in front of the camera, youre a little confused while Himiko is just suppressing her evil giggles and shes just explaining to you that you have to tilt your head towards the celebrity you like more. Himiko doesnt actually explain or even use the word "smash" because she knows youd be appalled.

The tiktok blows up, of course anything even remotely related to you does, but its actually Kai who storms in on you and Himiko FUMING because its not even the fact that you chose Henry Cavill over him, BUT ITS THE WAY YOU MADE A DISGUSTED FACE WHEN KAI'S FACE APPEARED ON SCREEN- AND HIMIKO MADE THE FACE TOO! And now its become a meme too- much like anything related to Kai does.

#yandere kai chisaki #yandere president kai #yandere kai #yandere overhaul #yandere bnha #male yandere x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x y/n

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reallyromealone · 5 months

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No pressure but maybe some more

BABYHAUL? Maybe some class 1-A babysitting shangins?

It's not babysitting shenanigans but it is babyhaul time

Fluff, baby reader, male reader

Yamazawa family x baby reader

(name) was sick, poor thing whined as he lay on whomever was willing to hold him, currently clinging to Shouta as the man graded homework single handedly "I know, your other dad is getting you more medicine" Shouta said kissing the boys head, giving the babe extra attention to calm gim. "Hows he holding up?" Hitoshi asked as he came into the dorms, often hanging here when he's not in his own dorm and was worried about his baby brother dealing with a nasty flu "he's less than thrilled, his tempature is steady" Hitoshi took the little babe who grunted but didn't stop it as the teen carried him "want me to take him for a walk? Get some air?"

"If you want kiddo" Shouta looked a bit relieved as he watched the two, Hitoshi took his role as big brother very seriously to both Eri and (name), he was thankful the two didn't see the boy as the son of overhaul but their baby brother who loves custard and giving kisses.

Hitoshi wandered around the dorms with (name)s little bag, the babe just staring at passerbys who cooed at him "poor thing" a student said as Hitoshi rubbed the boys back, shushing his whine "it's alright bud, let's head back yeah?" Pops should be back by now.

"Toshi?" A voice called out and the purple haired teen turned to see a few of 1-A together "oh my gosh! It's (name)!" Mina said barreling to the two as (name) whined "awww what's wrong with him?" She asked and Hitoshi looked at Izuku who looked focused on the kid, mumbling something he couldn't catch as Kaminari poked the babes cheek "he has the flu, in just giving him some fresh air" he explained and Kaminari stopped poking him when he heard flu. "Well, we better head back... Later" Hitoshi still didn't really know how to interact with his classmates "I'll join you!" izuku said almost abruptly as he bid his classmates goodbye.

"This might be a loaded question but... Is he related to... Overhaul?" Hitoshi halted for a second before glancing at his classmate "come with me"

The Yamazawa parents were surprised to see Izuku with Hitoshi, the teen handing the babe off to Hisashi who wasted no time giving the boy his medicine "Izuku... He has a question I don't know if I should answer" he said awkwardly and the teachers gave their full attention to the green haired teen "is (name) related to overhaul?" The room was silent after Izuku spoke those words "he is" Aizawa said softly after a few beats of silence "though you will now have to sign an NDA about this, for his protection"

"So he has his quirk?"

"Possibly, we won't know till the future"

"He's gonna be able to help a lot of people...!" Izuku said excitedly and the two adults looked pleasantly surprised at the reaction "he sure can problem child, he's no longer the son of that scum though... He is a Yamada-Aizawa now"

Izuku grinned at the babe "no wonder Eri was so protective of him"

The group continued talking and Izuku got to hold the little one who frankly wasn't having it as he turned to look at Aizawa tearily and reached out "papa..." He whined and the room looked in awe "that was his first word"

"And it was directed at you!" Yamada pouted playfully as Izuku handed the boy to his teacher "no more tears yeah?"

(Name) cuddled into his sweater and eventually Izuku left the family "papa..." He mumbled as he fell asleep, safe in his dad's arms.

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— You deserve the world

Pairing: Yandere overhaul x female quirkless darling

Request(ed?): Yes! - Heyo!!! could I have Overhaul with an female darling (who is quirkless) gets taken hostage? — submitted by overhaul anon!

Warnings: stockholm Syndrome/and yandere behavior and violence.

Author Note: Thank you so so much!! Overhaul is my favorite villian. Feel free to request again!!

Overhaul is known for his villain ways: wanting to get rid of germs of the world and protect the most important person in the world. He tried his best to make sure you always felt comfortable, no matter how tired he was or how touch-starved he was towards you; your needs were and always are higher than his.

Any call towards his name with the voice of his beloved was more important, especially right now. His mind was racing per second, thinking the worst cases possible.

All he wanted was to keep you safe, the reason he took you to your new home. But, while he was trying to finish some paperwork; called to rearrange a meeting with a group of lousy villains, they had broken in, trapping him in a room with smart moves while killing any guards and then… Taking you in the process.

He was angered, fists clenching in worry as he walked down the disgusting corridors of the hidden base the villains decided to take cover in. All he could think was the ‘if’s’.

What if they touched you with their disgusting germs?

What if you got hurt, would it be infected?

What if they hurted you and you were gone?

What if…. So many of them surrounded his head like a cartoon show.

He wanted to crush every single one of them, cause them enough pain, the amount he felt when his heart shattered when he saw you being taken away from the security cameras.

Overhaul killed anyone who deemed to stop him or let alone get in his path, the whole base looked like a brutal murder scene: blood on the walls, floor, even on his clothes and mask.

He didn’t bother cleaning the blood that splattered on him, nor did he worry about it. All he wanted was to come get you and make sure you were okay.

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“You're quite stubborn, ain’t ya?”

A pool of blood mixed with spit dripping down your jaw. Your breathing was heavier than normal, time was lost to you. It could've been a few hours or a whole day since you were taken, the men watched you like a snake ready to pounce on its prey.

All you were doing was laying in your room, waiting for Kai to be done with work till you door busted open: two men grabbing you and throwing you over one of their shoulders, covering your mouth with some type of rag before you passed out.

You woke up with a pounding headache, as well as a cut lip and your nose bleeding from the impact of the slap they did to wake you up.

The greasy man, in front of you, lit a freshly drawn cigarette, taking a deep inhale, while blowing the smoke towards your face. “Now, how much long do you think you’ll hold this up?”

You refused to look at him, gagging at the heavy smell of smoke mixed with copper.

Your body was in pain, a few scratches on your face, along with a bruise on your cheek; throbbing every time you slightly moved.

From the sound of screeching of his chair and the loud footsteps forward, he showed himself, yanking the back of your hair and making you face him: “I can hold as long as I can, trust me. I can see why Overhaul would want a pretty thing like yourself.”

You kept a stone-face, not wanting to show the enemy the pleasure of you being scared but; it was thinning out, all you wanted was to be in Kai’s presence.

“Yeah… I think i’ve found something to enjoy, darlin’,” The man spoke loudly, causing the two lackeys to snicker.

Before anyone could manage to say anything, loud clutter noises were heard down the hall, being stifled through the thick walls, constant and growing closer.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, a warmth of relief spread through your stomach.

“The hell…?” One of the men by the door, guarding, pulled out his gun.

“Don’t ask me! Go check it.” The leader barked. The man who was by the door side-eyed the man next to him and unlocked the door, two of them walking out to check the noises.

As the door closed shut with a loud bang, the leader turned back to you with a sly smirk. “Now, where were we—”

There was a loud slam against the door to the room: a large, rounded dent showing in the thick metal. Then, another pound came, adding a newer, thicker bulge to the door.

By the time you counted down to one, the door was thrown across the room, knocking into one of the men: blood seeping under it as it spread against the greasy floors.

Kai showed himself in the doorway, golden eyes that shone in the low-light. In just a moment with him connecting eyes with yours, it showed a wave of relief and rage; his eyebrows pressing against each other once he saw the position you were in.

The man, somehow, screamed at his other men to attack, though Overhaul was on a warpath, wanting to kill every single last of them till he could get his end goal: you.

One of the men thought it was a good idea to start shooting at him; ringing the bullets till he was all out, until, his upper body was destroyed.

You couldn’t help but watch closely, seeing him move through the room, calculating, quick, and aggressive eye movements towards you and the men; snapping through the men in half like they were twigs, blood splattering on the walls and ceiling. These men were stupid, not highly smart to think they’d even survive Overhaul’s quirk and his tactical moves against them.

Each time, the men either were destroyed or collapsed, laying dazed on the ground. All while he was fighting them, his eyes were glazed over in a look of fury and duty. Except, whenever he looked towards you, quick looks that showed apologetic and worried gaze, saying “I’m sorry, please hold on.”

He was killing the last of the men, when you felt a hand grip your hair, yanking it back while digging a gun into your temple; feeling the metal shake from the leader.

Overhaul spun around, his sight set on the handgun. His body tensed, and for a minute, you saw pure fright through his golden orbs before they rounded back to a glare, meeting the gaze of the man who had hurted you and held you captive.

“Don’t fucking take a single step,” The man stated, digging the metal more into your head: threatening the stoic yakuza who he knew had the upper ground.

As the man gripped your hair tightly, the gash on your face started to dribble down your neck, mixing with the torn and bloodied shirt you were wearing.

“You come any closer — and her brain turns into confetti.”

Kai was angered, fists clenching in fear and unpredictableness. His terrifying golden-eyes that shook you to the core, as he stared hard.

Within a second, a loud bang and the connection of your body hitting the floor, hard. Blaring noises surrounded you: gun shots, alarms blaring, and muffled screaming.

As you blinked multiple times, trying to refocus your vision and the now high-pitched ringing in your ears; the heavy scent of copper and rapid sizzling surrounded you.

You couldn’t see what happened, but from the view of the blood splattered against the room and the muffled noises; the voice in your head told you, Kai was giving a thorough, yet justified, beating to the man who dared to touch you.

As you lifted your head, you saw Kai’s silhouette walking towards you, gently pulling your form and the chair upright. As he twisted and untied the knot on the ropes, attempting to safely free you; he kept glancing at you, before saying something.

“When we get home, I'm gonna clean and disinfect your injuries. After that, we’ll bathe you.” Kai stated. It was quiet before he spoke up again once the ropes were off. “Are you hurt anywhere...else? ”

You mumbled a small no, exhausted by the pulsing adrenaline.

You pulled away briefly, feeling tears run down your face, a type of relief leaving your body. His gloved hand gently padded them away, careful to not apply any pressure. You had no idea how much you missed him until you locked eyes into each other, seeing the worry in his eyes present.

Your stomach swirlied, feeling nauseous. You started to reflexively pull at your torn clothes around your chest until you felt the warmth of Kai’s jacket covering you. It smelled like clean sheets, smelling just like — him.

As you went to turn to look at him, he covered your eyes with his gloved hand.

“Please don’t move my hand,” He stated, he doesn’t need you to look at the bloody mess he caused to get to you; something you shouldn’t and never see.

He hooked his right arm under your legs and picked you up bride-style, keeping his other hand over your eyes. You rested your head against his beating chest, trying to feel less-lightheaded.

As Kai sped-walked from the scene, he noticed your fatigue state. “Oi, hey.” he called, carefully poking the side of your head a few times to rouse you. “Stay with me, please.”

“M’ sleepy…” You mumbled, trailing off unwillingly from the dizziness and heard him slightly curse as he hastily moved faster.

As he kept glancing at your passed out state, he made a promise to make sure that this mistake won’t happen again and that nothing would hurt you, ever again.

Even if it includes his death in the process.

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