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hitozy · 2 years

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stalker alpha katsuki that is in love with you and will do anything to keep you.

the first time he saw you was during a normal patrol, you were sitting at a park bench looking adorable in your black floral dress, the wind messing your hair and carrying your scent to him. such a sweet scent turns acrid after a while though, as a knot head alpha won't leave you alone.

katsuki can't believe the nerve of this alpha flirting with his omega in front of him. it only takes a warning growl for the alpha to piss off and get your smile of gratitude. he wonders it if will continue to look so sweet and innocent covered in his cum.

he makes sure that alpha never comes near you again.

after that it seems like pro hero dynamight is always within reach whenever you get accosted or in trouble. he's there in a blink of an eye, ready to rip someone apart.

katsuki doesn't think you need to know how much he knows about you. he doesn't think you need to know that he has your whole schedule memorized and plans his patrols around it or how he has a list of you favorite restaurants, grocery stores, foods, books and movies.

or how he knows where to find you during your weekends off.

so when you accidentally bump into him at the club, almost spilling your drink on him but instead clashing your body against his, your embarrassed. he growls at what you think is the assaults' but in reality its at the stupid beta that had been following you on the dance floor.

his ruby eyes meet your own, the flashing lights of the club reflecting in your eyes. your bottom lip caught in your teeth as he comes to realize the shine in your eyes are unshed tears from his outburst and he's hooked.

"'m sorry." you mutter quietly as you face the floor and he can barely hear it over the music being played, but he's slowly releasing his tight hold until he's rubbing your arm, moving you closer to him. he raises your head, one of his large hands settling on the side of your neck making sure to keep your head in place for him to see and he salivates at the thought of wrapping it fully around your throat as he fucks you stupid.

"no no, its okay baby, nothing to be sorry about." he releases calming pheromones' that you immediately reciprocate with a shy smile.

it only takes him an hour to have you bent over the counter of the bathroom sink, underwear ripped apart and inside the pocket of his jeans wet with slick. his grip on your hips tight as he pulls you back to match his thrusts. the sound of skin meeting skin, of your sweet pleas for more, of his moans, the only music inside the empty bathroom.

his cock buries itself deep inside of you, your tight walls accommodating to his shape and girth like the good little toy you are. he smack's your ass, making you clench around him as he continues to push you to the edge. he knows when you're close, your gummy walls barely letting him go and he rubs your clit to finally feel your walls flutter around him as you cum.

he continues to thrust as he pulls you up by the throat, your scent gland right in front of his mouth and he can feel the swell of his knot.

"gonna let me cum inside like a good girl? make you mine and only mine?"

the groan you release is answer enough for him. he leans forward until both of you are bent over the counter. he lets his knot form and expand as he pumps you full of his cum. at the same time he grips your neck in his hand and sinks his teeth in you gland to mate.

he feels you squirm underneath him and he growls, a warning to stay still.

when he sure he's done filling you up, he laps at the blood that drips down your throat from the mating bite. he feels you shake underneath him, anxiety spiking in your scent. he rumbles against your back and soon you're purring back, relaxing in his hold as he cleans up and kisses your mark.

when his knot has deflated, he pulls out and rumbles proud at how you keep everything inside of you, not a drop out of place. he watches your teary face from the mirror in front and your cheeks bright red from sobbing. he watches as a sob comes out of your pretty, puffy and bruised lips, a hint of blood on the corner from biting them to hard.

you're in a complete state of hot mess and he feels his cock twitch. he grins as he puts you both back in clothes and cuddles you on his chest, your sobs reduced to hiccups as he coos at you. his hand brushes your abused gland making you whine, he takes it as sign of wanting to go home.

of course he's going to take you home. he's taking you to his home, to be with his omega and away from everyone else. no one deserves to be with his omega, just him.

#tw: dubcon #tw: mention of blood #tw: a/b/o #tw: stalking #katsuki smut #bakugo smut #bakugo katsuki smut #mha smut #bnha smut #tw: dacryphilia #stalker! bakugo #bakugou katsuki #alpha bakugou #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou smut #katsuki bakugo x reader #[h].muse: bakugou katsuki

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ladynyctophilia · 4 years

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Avoiding Red

Part 1 || Part 2

Mature Themes

Pairings: Vivienne Tang x MC (Rozario)

Vivienne and I walked past a jewelry store, arms linked, discussing the nothings. It was a calming afternoon in Paris, but the next groan of wind rippled my skirts and left me shivering. Aw. My heart cried for the passing summer season. It was my favorite, but we couldn't ignore the cold any longer. Soon I would have to "purchase" some warmer clothes. I flushed, thinking back to the outfits I had for New York’s winter. I'm pretty sure The Poppy would have kicked me out if I was still in my experimental fashion phase. Growing up in Florida, we rarely had to think about winter or autumn apparel because of HEAT. Colder seasons were not my thing. I remembered that when I first arrived in Paris, Nikolai had been so hard on me for wearing my floral skirt and denim jacket. I smirked, glancing down at it.

Ha. That didn't stop me from wearing it.

So I knew he wouldn't approve of whatever "American" crimes of fashion I had planned to wear next season. But I was more than confident that Vivienne had already picked out my autumn wardrobe mentally.

"Oh!" I gasped as Vivienne yanked on my arm, pulling me out of harm's way.

"Darling," Vivienne whispered, brushing her toxic lips against my temple. "You know I love that far away look in your eyes…but not here," she kisses my cheek, "too many people."

"Sorry," I flushed, embarrassed, blinking away the dreaminess from my eyes as I took in our new surroundings. It was older, a much more rustic part of Paris. Huh. I didn't recognize where we were. Must have been one of Vivienne's scenic routes. Regardless, I took the opportunity to melt into Vivienne further. How was she so warm? Even if I wanted to, I couldn't stop a pleased sigh from escaping my lips. Vivienne raised a brow at the noise, but said nothing, allowing me to cling to her with a huff. She ALWAYS tried to make things more dramatic than they were, but I caught the glimpse of an amused smile before she hid it.

"Will I be carrying you back as well?" Vivienne huffed with laughter. I squeaked, fighting off a laugh as she pinched my bottom with a playfulness that I only got to see. It meant the world to me. Truly. How many people got to see this side of Vivienne? I always cherished whatever she gave. ME. Of all people. Teenage Rozario would have flipped! But in all honesty, teenage Rozario would have probably died from Vivienne’s domme energy.

"Any excuse to be closer to you," I muttered, purposefully breathless as I connected my eyes with hers, open and yearning. The bottom in me immediately panicked.

Oh shit. What have I done?

My eyes darted around nervously from person to person in the surrounding crowd.

We are in public.

Taking in the loudness of my sudden desire, the click of her heels went offbeat. After a few tense seconds, she then stopped and faced me, forcing the half annoyed crowd to move around us, like a rock in a river. Vivienne's eyes found mine, and her grip on my arm tightened. My breath hitched. I could tell she was thinking the same thing as her eyes left mine to glance at the surrounding people. Words were not needed, however. With delicate fingers, Vivienne took hold of my chin, and my knees grew weak under her paint, stripping gaze. It was a chain reaction. She gripped the back of my thighs to steady them. Shit. Vivienne looked like she was going to devour me, right here and now. A part of me was hoping she would.

Not now.

Her piercing eyes warned.

Look what you started.

Her brows pinched together as she backed me out of the crowd and up against a building. She was trembling with frustration. She was frustrated because she couldn't go in for the kill that I so temptingly offered. With the unfortunate predicament of my period, it had been over a week. Whoops.

Look WHERE you started it.

Her hand slid down from my chin to my throat, turning my head side to side, but my eyes never left hers. I was stubborn. That pushed Vivienne over the edge, and I couldn't stop the cocky smile from spreading across my lips. A hiss escaped her as she pulled me closer by the throat. Those toxins on her lips burned into my skin as she lingered. It was getting dark by now, and most people were already gone, and those remaining were on their phones.

"Tonight," she licked my neck, "I want you waiting for me, bent over the table in nothing, but heels," she whispered hoarsely, digging her nails into my shoulders as she held them in place.

"Yes sir," I muttered, brushing my lips against hers, eyes fluttering.

"Good girl," she purred in response, eyelids closing at my touch. I could tell Vivienne didn't want to move, but finding her last ounce of control she did, taking my arm and leading me back to our original route. I sighed to myself. I needed to go to horny jail.

The Poppy had only been back in Paris for ONE freakin night, and that's all Vivienne needed to locate her next target. Like a deer frozen in headlights, she appraised something in the window of a jewelry store warmly. I could already see the gears turning in that beautiful mind of hers.

What beautiful thing caught Vivienne's attention this time?

It was a gold necklace, glittering in the rays of the setting sun. It draped a serpent that wrapped itself protectively around a mess of diamonds, but a blood drop ruby in the center stole the show—fucking rubies. I smirked to myself as my gaze dropped to Vivienne's signature, serpent ring, and then back at the reflecting serpent on display. Both promised to strike if you threatened their treasure.

HA!

That thought only made me squeeze Vivienne's arm tighter.

Bite me.

I taunted them both.

I dare you. Both treasures belong to me.

24 hours later.

"Rozario!"

My eyes rolled to the direction of the voice, and my fingers twitched in response. Everything was blurry. I could vaguely make out shapes.

"ROZARIO, WHERE ARE YOU??!!!" The voice desperately repeated my name, competing against the volume of jewelry store alarms. That low sensual voice, it was so familiar. Louder, but familiar. I couldn't put my finger on it. Like the moon, the name was there but out of reach, but all this noise made me wince. My head was heavy with hurt. I was confused, scared, and I felt like someone had just hit me in the head with a baseball bat.

"Ugh…" I groaned, testing the stability of my muscles. There was so much noise that I didn't notice how cold the ground was. My shirt felt wet. "Stop…" I pleaded, shielding my ears as the flashing red lights consumed me, but yet again, the voice ripped over the alarms. It was more desperate, and then it clicked. My eyes widened in recognition.

VIVIENNE!!!

A rush of adrenaline-charged my body, and my heart squeezed with concern.

"Vivienne…" My voice didn't want to work, but I managed to whisper through dry, bloody lips. My whole system froze.

Why. WHY WAS I BLEEDING??? WHAT HAPPENED??? WHERE AM I??

Trembling in a storm of panic, I reached up to examine my face.

"OUCH!" I howled as my knuckles unknowingly bumped against the tip of my nose, provoking tremors of pain to spike up. I whimpered. My head pounded in rhythm with my heart. Not good. More, unfamiliar voices reached my ears. NOT GOOD. I needed to move! Pushing aside the pain, I roared out a groan in an attempt to stand. My pathetic excuse of a body just didn't want to function.

BUT IT NEEDED TO WORK DAMN IT!! Who knows how much time I have before security finds me!!??

"Come on..." I whimpered out, pushing myself across the floor with one foot towards the exit. At this rate, my heart felt like it was going to pump out of my chest. I stopped, already out of breath.

I just didn't have the time. I need to stand. NOW.

Finally, after eighty-four years, I managed to roll myself over to a GUARD STAINED IN BLOOD!!?? FUCK!!! My eyes shot from their eye sockets, and before I could make a level headed response, I hurled out a scream that shook the heavens. If security didn't know where I was before, they would now, but it all came back to me. Things didn't go as planned. We thought this was a small, family-owned jewelry store, but it turned out to be bait planted by some government agents. We took the bait like a fish lured by a worm, and I got my ass kicked by a guard. Fuck. FUUUCK!! But those memories didn't explain why I was so hungover. With a rush of determination, I lifted my hand and smacked myself.

"OW!!" Were my knuckles bruised too?? I smacked myself again. Ow.

Rozario. F O C U S. Escape now, think later.

Last I knew, Vivienne had the necklace, but a small army of security separated us. My eyes widened with panic at the thought of her captured, or worse. HURT.

I needed...I NEEDED TO FIND HER!!!

With my senses high and alert, I listened for her voice. Nothing. My heart dropped, the concern inside of me, twisting into something ugly. Fueled by it, I managed to stand with the wall as my guide.

"Vivienne!!" I cried out, stumbling around like a teen wearing drunk goggles. My focus scrambled, and all I could do for the sudden wave of dizziness was to shut my eyes as the floor spun and became the ceiling.

Oh god. OH GOD!! I'm going to puke. YEP, puking now.

My throat opened, and my stomach squeezed as I hurled out last night's dinner. Vivienne.

ROZARIO!

I smacked myself again.

Bad Brain. If you don't get out of here, you will go to REAL prison instead of HORNY jail!!!

I scolded myself, tapping my head back to its senses. Nikolai would be proud.

The floor is NOT ceiling, get it right brain!

After calming down, I took my advice, exhaling through my nose.

Breathe Rozario, just breathe.

That's when my head decided to take a trip to "Pain City." I winced more at my own joke than the pain.

I hate myself.

Putting one foot in front of the other, I approached the unconscious guard, trembling. He was still breathing. A weight of relief that I didn't even know I was holding left my chest, but again my body failed me, and without resistance, my knees dropped to the ground with my body begging for the rest that it's been denied. I just couldn't do it. My breath was jagged, and it burned as I licked my lips.

Where was Vivienne?

My eyes searched for red in the dark.

Why hadn't she come for me? Was she already caught?

These questions haunted my mind until the scent of bittersweet chocolate washed over me.

"Rozario, my love!" I heard my name in both panic and joy as I felt two long arms wrap underneath my shoulders, lifting me up to grace.

"Vivienne…" I screamed in a whisper, the red of her cape had become my beacon of hope, and once she embraced me, I just completely broke, crying tears of relief into her chest. "Never leave me again," I sobbed, "I was so scared. I thought. I thought…" the words died off my lips as she shushed me with a gloved finger. Despite myself, I smiled against her finger, but she didn't smile back. Instead, Vivienne's beautiful face darkened as she took in my state. My brows pinched together in suspicion. Besides the obvious, what else could be wrong? Vivienne was full of hesitant gestures as her gaze flicked from my face to my torso.

"Viv…" I whimpered with pleading eyes.

Just tell me.

I thought to myself as I caressed her cheek. Like always, Vivienne knew something that I didn't, and by the way her teeth caught her lip, it was bad. Shouts from a distance grew near. It forced Vivienne into immediate action, and she let me go, postponing whatever news she was going to share with me until later. We needed to get out of here. Skillfully and well-practiced, Vivienne lurked around the corner, with stealth and flexibility in her favor, as she fished out some tools from her cape. I wasn't as fortunate. Vivienne's reassurance might have lifted my spirits, but my body winced in pain with every step. The injuries I had endured were oblivious to me. I felt lightheaded like I've lost a lot of blood. Without the wall, I probably would have fallen again.

"Can you run?" Vivienne asked, flipping open a pocket mirror to get a better view of the guards behind us.

" Yes," I answered breathlessly, not wanting to be the dead weight on our mini heist. Vivienne snapped the mirror shut, unconvinced as her heavy gaze rested upon me and thought up a strategy. Besides a few strands of hair out of place, Vivienne's appearance was flawless. It made me self conscious, but her eyes were tired and swimming with fear. A crack in the mask that I always found. The realness of the situation finally dawned on me."We are probably going to be caught, aren't we?" I finally asked in a whisper. Vivienne stood up straighter, eyes widening at my bluntness, but before she could answer, AGAIN, my body failed me, and I dropped. The sound of glass shattering penetrated my ears, and with one long stride, Vivienne was instantly at my side, catching me before I could fall. She huffed, silently mourning the pocket mirror she sacrificed to catch me.

" Rozario…" she begged, but before any of us could get another word in, as quick as my panicked heart, Vivienne dragged me into another room as security promptly swarmed to locate the source of the shattered glass. Hopefully, the unconscious guard would buy us time.

"Getting caught is the last thing on my mind," Vivienne whispered low, propping me up against the wall as she tested the knob of a door. It was locked. With her brows pinching together in concentration, she fell on one knee to pick it. Time. We didn't have a lot of that.

I'm slowing her down.

"Leave me," I said quietly, without thinking. Vivienne didn't hear me at first. "Vivienne, baby,” I reached for her, ”leave me," I repeated, but louder," you won't be able to get us both out, and I'm only slowing you down." It was the truth. It hurt, but it was.

I'm not going to be Vivienne's downfall.

The lock had been picked, and the roof door opened, but when Vivienne looked at me, it was with the face of someone desperate. Out of control. A look that NEVER touched her expression.

"No," she promised.

My eyes burned with tears.

Couldn't she see that I would destroy her?

Vivienne saw me breaking and was quick to soothe me, stroking my hair with gloved fingers.

"My first concern is you. I won't leave you. I'm done doing that," Vivienne whispered, caressing her poisonous lips against my cheek in both a promise and declaration. I gazed up at her in worship, like any victim would their savior. Vivienne Tang was a thief through and through, but right now, she was my hero, and without warning, she picked me up. My cheeks burned in a mix of pain and awe. I always forgot how strong Vivienne was, and I was too weak to argue any further.

Okay.

I thought, closing my eyes, allowing her to take complete control of the situation. I trusted her.

I don't exactly remember how, but Vivienne carried me up the flight of stairs.

"THIEF!! STOP!! WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED!!" The small army of guards threatened, chasing us up the stairs.

Vivienne didn't slow. In fact, I think she went faster, sprinting with me dangling in her arms. A red blur vanishing into the night. She was breathless, but this feat couldn't have been done by your average human. When did she have time to work out? I knew Leon worked out, but damn Vivienne had endurance. She MUST have worked out at SOME time in the day. There was no other explanation, but that was another discussion for later.

"Zoe, how...how close are you?" Vivienne inquired through ragged breaths, and it was then that I realized my earpiece was missing. I wondered at which phase in our mini heist I lost it, but whatever Zoe said must have pleased Vivienne because the panicked look in her eyes had slightly receded. "Rozario has lost a lot of blood, and we need to get her to a hospital. Fast."

Those words should have scared me, but they didn't. They only gave me relief as another lost memory revealed itself. A gun in the guard's hand, hot from firing. His first shot had missed, but the second hit. Funny, until now, I didn't even notice the injury. Adrenaline was a mask until it depleted.

Vivienne flew onto the roof, stumbling and breathing rapidly, desperate for air as she slowed to a walk and set me down.

I smirked, letting out a weak chuckle that might as well have been a whisper. "T-th-this is wha...why you shouldn't wear h-hheels to heistsss…" I teased, despite myself.

Vivienne glared down at me like she couldn't believe I was making a joke at a dire time like this, but there was a humorous glint in her eyes. "I have yet to be caught, and besides," she waves her hand, gesturing to me, "try carrying your heavy ass up a flight of stairs."

I gasped dramatically, acting all offended even though I wasn't, but our teasing banter was interrupted by a sudden pain spreading through from my torso. I groaned, clutching my side in agony.

"Eh…hrrnngg..." I pulled back my hand to see crimson. My eyes instantly closed, not wanting to look as I bit back a scream.

"Don't look, eyes on me, my darling," Vivienne muttered, crouching down next to me and keeping her eyes locked with mine as the helicopter neared. She was scared and on the verge of tears. I could tell, but she wouldn’t let her brave face fall. Protectively, Vivienne pulled me closer with the seriousness returning to her features. The lights and winds of the helicopter were overwhelming, and I wondered silently to myself who was in control. Was it Leon? Or did Zoe program it? The helicopter didn't land, but there was a loud clunk as the metal door slid open. A ladder tumbled down and I was relieved to see Jett poking out his head. There was a device of sorts in the palm of his hand, and before I could process, there was a loud BOOM behind us. The explosion had caused a fire, separating the security from Vivienne and I, but there were no sparkles. How disappointing.

"Come on, move your arse! We haven't gotten all bloody night!" Jet shouted, shaking his fist dramatically. Vivienne rolled her eyes as she took hold of the ladder, steadying it before swiveling around to reach for me, cape whipping viciously in the wind behind her. I accepted her hand with a smile that didn't quite meet my eyes, well aware that I couldn't climb the ladder by myself. Leon, Remy, or Jett would have to pull us up. I just wasn't strong enough.

"We have a bath in London waiting for us," she promised, eyes shining down at me. Carefully, the helicopter began to rise, and as it ascended, I caught the glint of Vivienne's ring. The emerald eyes mocked me. A new pain stabbed my heart.

Oh no. No no-no-no. NO!!

With a new realization and a returned memory, my heart pinched as I recalled the needle of her ring stuck in my flesh. In the jewelry store. On purpose. I shook my head in disbelief.

NO!! LIES!! Vivienne PROMISED she wouldn't poison me.

"Vivienne...baby..." I breathed out, squeezing my eyes shut as the wind collected my tears. Vivienne wouldn't do that because she loves me. She promised. Why would she stab me? The helicopter suddenly jerked, and I gasped, losing my balance.

"ROZARIO!!!" Vivienne’s screams filled the air as she dropped to catch me, but it was too late, and I fell. Looking back, I didn't want her to catch me. Maybe this fate was best. A reminder that I traveled with criminals.

Why, why would she poison me? Was I the escape goat all along?

It wasn't a long drop, but it felt like forever. Like time had slowed, drawing out all my mistakes starting with Vivienne. I wasn't prepared, but my body smacked against the roof anyways, and immediately, I couldn't breathe. I gasped, choking, and struggling to find the air in my lungs that wasn't there. I didn't know what hurt worse, my body, or my heart. The fire had dulled, and I was surrounded in a beat with guns pointed at me from all directions. I didn't care. Shoot me, I mouthed, but no more further injuries came. Or perhaps I just couldn't feel them anymore. Or see. Their mouths moved, but I couldn't hear them, and the last thing I saw was Leon holding back a feral Vivienne as the helicopter soared high from sight. Goodbye, Vivienne Tang.

“R-r-r-re...red....”

To be continued….

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