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toji-girl · 2 months

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the other side | r. sukuna

synopsis: You love how sweet and kind and caring Yuuji is, he is everything you wanted in a man, even the other side of him.

wc: 2.7k

tags: PLEASE READ ALL OF THIS + dark content + 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + fem reader + he is very mean + dubcon/noncon but you do want it (will tag both just to be sure!) + biting + super hard degradation + spitting + blood play + he is in his true form mostly + mouths on his hands + creampie+ breeding mentioned throughout and he calls you a heifer + double dick! Kuna + fingering + blow job + pussy eating + orgasm denial + spanking + anal + double penetration from double dicks + dacryphilia + cum eating

an; I wrote this I think in 20 or 21 and I did edit it but please note that this is..I don't even know how to explain it lmao, this is all for fiction purposes and I write the most out-of-pocket things when I am ovulating which what I was going through when I wrote this I'm sure lmaooo

Yuuji looked at you with a sideways glance trying to figure out why you were acting out all day and even through the night until you two both settled into bed for the evening, giving him an attitude in secret hope the other person inhabiting his body would come out and play, his head cocked to the side looking at you as you sat on his lap.

“Is there anything you need?” He asked with worry in his voice while you trailed your fingers up his chest before settling both hands on his broad shoulders while straddling him.

“Let him come out and play.” You whispered a little embarrassed that you want what people call Yuuji’s demon to show himself and play with you like a rag doll, the type of spirit most don’t want to play with but you don’t mind getting a little burnt playing with fire if it meant that you get what you wanted.

Yuuji’s eyes went wide and he shook his head wildly. “No, it’s dangerous and you could end up hurt like the last time, he made you cry. Remember?” He asked with a frown not able to stomach the idea of it happening again, but it really didn’t matter to him, it was all up to Sukuna.

“You can still control him, right?” You asked sweetly. Yuuji sighed, debating on what to do for several minutes as he chewed on his bottom lip in deep thought on how to handle the situation, he knew you loved him more than anything but what was so great about the other side of him?

You love Yuuji and how sweet he really is, he treated you like a gentleman all the time, doting on you and just being himself, which you adored, of course. But a few weeks ago, Sukuna made a surprise appearance while you and Yuuji made love, and it soon turned into him leaving you in a crying, babbling mess, covered in cum and bite marks that are still healing all over your body where anyone can see and it opened a new side of you that craved that attention.

A mouth appeared on Yuuji’s cheek and Sukuna spoke in that low, seductive voice paired with a deep cackle at the end.

“Come on, let’s teach this heifer a lesson.” His words stung, being referred to as a heifer.

“Did you just call me a cow?” You asked stunned with your eyes wide as you stared at the pair of lips with pointy teeth hiding, just waiting to sink into your flesh.

Yuuji slapped his hand over his cheek but another mouth grew on the back of that one with a wicked smile and sharp canine teeth shining. “Is that what you want?” Sukuna asked, you looked up at your boyfriend, who had a pained expression. “A heifer is a young female calf that has yet to be bred and since you haven’t been properly bred I think it’s time we fix that.” His tone was smug as his tongue lolled out, licking his lips before wiggling at you.

“No.” You hesitated for only a brief second and looked away feeling a burn of humiliation and desire pulling and tangling together creating a ball of tension between your legs, your boyfriend could be a bit rougher but that wasn’t who he was and you’d never ask him to change either.

He sighed and both mouths disappeared. You kissed him on his cheek and smiled replaying what Sukuna said. “He’s an asshole anyway, what do you say we go back to the living room and watch some TV?” You asked. After his nod, you twisted to get off his lap but felt nails dig into your waist, keeping you against him. Looking up, you already knew you would see Sukuna’s devilish smile, the dark marks adorning his skin, red eyes, and sharp teeth, and knew it was too late, he was fully in control now.

“Ah, ah, ah. Where do you think you’re going? You’re about to get what you wanted and since I’m such an asshole maybe I should fuck yours.” In a quick motion and with really no effort on his part from his sheer strength, Sukuna had you pinned to the bed with your hands above your head. Your wrists were crushed in his tight grip while his other yanked down your shorts, leaving your bottom half bare to the cool air of the room and making you shiver.

“You’ve been getting on my nerves all day with your whining and bitching, your mouth would look better wrapped around my cock instead of flapping about useless shit so now you’re going to take what I give you, do you understand me?” He asked using a hand to squish your cheeks together making you nod your head with a sadistic grin.

“Yes, sir.” You choked out, Sukuna laughed while roughly pushing your legs open with his knees. His free hand ghosted over your stomach, lifting your shirt up and running his sharp nails over the flesh making you shiver under his touch. You couldn’t help but watch as another pair of arms sprouted from his sides with a sick tear that finally made you look away until one of the newly formed hands gripped your jaw, forcing your head straight. His eyes glowed as he stared down at you.

“You’re so damn needy you know that? All that insistent bitching all day for this and you’re not even that wet. Pathetic.” He thrust his fingers inside your slick pussy, making you cry out and thrash in his hold. You watched as he opened the mouth on his palm, his long tongue lolling out and drooling over his hand and your cunt, covering it with spit and using it as a crude lube.

A small whimper left your lips, catching his attention. His new hands were now cupping and squeezing your breasts, palming using the mouths that formed to suck the pebbled buds, then dragged his fingers over your nipples, stopping to pinch them in time with the strokes of his fingers that were sliding in and out of you with his hand still holding your jaw, giving it a dull ache.

Bending down, he opened his mouth and roughly parted your lips with his tongue. Spit coated your chin along with his while he continued the fast pace of his fingers. “Ah, see you’re getting wet just like I knew you would since the last time I fucked you.”

His lips moved from yours to your shoulder, where he sunk his sharp teeth into the tender flesh, tearing a ragged scream from you. He lapped at the blood-forming from the wound. His tongue felt rough and so did his fingers that found your g-spot and bullied with intense pressure that felt like he was trying to reach your womb.

He moved away from the first bite mark and suckled on your collarbone, his teeth grazing but not biting yet.

He let go of your jaw and wrists. At this point, you were confused about how many arms and hands he had now while feeling your orgasm rush over you, the feeling made your head swim with a hazy pleasure but you weren’t allowed to cum yet and he ripped it away from you.

“Not yet,” Sukuna said removing his slick-covered fingers, wiping them over your lips before plunging the digits into your mouth. “Suck.”

Obeying his commands, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked on his fingers, his red eyes narrowed and watched. His cock twitched in his pants but he ignored it for the time being because he wasn’t done with you. You are his favorite toy after all, and while he doesn’t really care for your own need to cum having your pussy slick and dripping made it easier for him.

Suddenly you were empty and Sukuna was flipping you around roughly to your stomach, grabbing your hips, and pulling your ass high in the air. “This is for acting up earlier.” He said as his hand came down slapping your ass cheek. The sting caused you to yelp and tears welled in your eyes as he landed another sharp smack watching the flesh jiggle.

“Count for me, my little plaything.”

Smack.

“One.”

Smack.

“Two.”

Smack.

“Th-three.”

When he finished the last slap he chuckled, spreading your ass and forming a tongue on his hands, running it over your clit and massaging it to hear you moan. He pulled away again, hearing you now sigh in disappointment, which made him happy with sick delight.

“Do you like being spanked?” He asked with a chuckle but you didn’t answer fast enough, one hand came down again, grabbing the back of your neck and pressing your head into the mattress, making you squeal.

“Squealing like a little fucking pig, but remember I’m going to breed you like a cow.” His harsh voice in your ear made you quiver. Moving away from you to soothe away the stinging on your ass, he pressed his lips against the red marks, kissing away the pain but something deep inside you told you that he was only warming up and was going to destroy you.

And just like that, he sunk his teeth in, drawing blood again.

“I wonder how your cum and blood would taste mixed together.” He wondered out loud with a laugh that both made your stomach curl and cunt clench.

His tongue darted between your lips, sloppily eating you out and making loud slurping noises with crude laughter as he passed your clit, teasing you with the threat of more pain keeping you on the edge of your orgasm, he was having fun with this, and enjoyed it thoroughly.

Your hands gripped the pillow, scared to move because you don’t think you were ready to be spanked like that again, so you kept still as his mouth brought you to orgasm, your walls fluttering as you gushed in his mouth, the mixture of your blood and cum coated Sukuna’s tongue.

He flipped you to your back again using his four arms. “Open your mouth.” You parted your lips slowly, he moved from his position and hovered above you. With mixed horror and desire, you watched as he dropped the blood-tinged cum in your mouth before slapping your cheek, not hard enough to sting, it was more of a condescending action.

“Swallow, I know how much you like that.” Sukuna told you with a smirk.

He watched you swallow, as he patted your head, “You’re such a good bitch, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I like how obedient you are, like a well-trained dog. Those get bred too, so either way, you look at it, I’m going to double-breed you.” His voice was now sinister, even though he praised you at the beginning it only ended in degradation.

Leaning down, he kissed you again, not giving you a chance to answer his brutal words, his tongue dipping in your mouth while his hands groped and squeezed your breasts unable to help himself, your tits and pussy have to be his favorite part of you, your mouth produces too much noise for his liking.

“I swear if Yuuji doesn’t let me come out to fuck you once in a while, I might just kill him.” He said pulling away, watching the saliva bridge between your lips with a smirk gracing his.

“What?” You asked panicked with wide eyes as you struggled under him, his entire massive weight was pinning you to the mattress. Sukuna threw his head back and laughed.

“Don’t worry. I won’t kill your boyfriend anytime soon, I still need him around. Plus, you’re a pleasant bonus.”

You sighed but still feared for Yuuji. Suddenly you felt awful that you asked him to even bring Sukuna out in the first place.

“Aw, are you going to cry and pout now?” He asked mocking you.

“No...”

“Good, I only like to see you cry when you’re sucking my dick or you’re so overstimulated you can’t even talk. Speaking of which...”

He dug his nails into your shoulder and moved you from your position so he could take it himself, lying down on his back. He yanked his pants down, exposing two long, thick cocks which throbbed and leaked with pre-cum pearling at the tip, they were bigger than you’ve ever seen. Before he instructed you, you kneeled between his legs titling your head to take one cock, grasping the base of the top dick that felt warm, hot and heavy in your palm as you stared down at angry tip.

“I don’t have all day.” He bit the words out.

Opening your mouth, you swallowed him while hollowing your cheeks. Already fed up with your pace, Sukuna grabbed both sides of your head and bobbed your mouth up and down his cock at his own leisure. It was fast and brutal; you’re pretty sure your throat was going to be bruised tomorrow. You wrapped your hand around his other cock, jerking it off in order to keep him appeased.

He hissed your name, feeling your throat close around him. Looking down, he saw you crying, which only egged him on more so he thrust his hips upward, meeting your mouth. He moaned heavily before releasing thick ribbons of cum in your mouth.

“Keep my cum in your mouth. I’m going to fuck you until I cum again, then you can swallow it., Do you understand me?” He pulled your head up. The sight of your cheeks bloated with his cum dribbling from the corners of your mouth, and your eyes wet from the tears had his cocks hard again.

He laid you down again with both legs thrown over his shoulder, keeping them spread as wide as he could get them pressed to your chest putting your cunt on display for his sick and twisted pleasure, he pressed against your pussy and the tight hole below with slow strokes up and down, rubbing the heads against both of them and watching them flutter. He leaned into land a glob of spit, watching it roll down as he slowly inched in, stuffing you deep and full.

A low moan escaped his mouth, but you struggled, trying not to swallow his load which began to gurgle when he picked up the pace, fucking you the hardest you’ve ever been fucked. His hands stayed on your breasts throughout it all, pulling you into each thrust.

He placed his mouths on his palms and wherever he could sprout them all over your neck and shoulders and chest, leaving deep bruises so everyone could see that he left his mark. You tried to moan around the cum in your mouth but you couldn’t, so you only hoped he would cum soon.

The sound and smell of heavy sex permeated the room while the bed creaked below you both.

“Fuck!” Sukuna growled deeply, feeling you cream on his cock, the thin flesh between his dicks rubbed against each other, making his balls tighten. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head when he stopped and pulled you closer to him pumping you so full of hot cum that he watched it drip out for a few seconds before he scooped it up.

He spread it all over the soft lips of your cunt and thighs before sliding his fingers covered in the sticky substance back inside you with a grin, covering and making sure you were stuffed and covered with his seed. Once he came, you swallowed and gasped for air, chest heavily erratically as you caught your breath.

As soon as Sukuna came, Yuuji regained control shaking his head and blinking a few times as he looked down at you, covered in cum, sweat, blood, tears, and bite marks with shaky legs.

“Are you okay?” He asked sweetly cupping your cheek and looking over your bruised body.

“Y-yes, I’m going to get in the s-shower.” You whispered unable to look at him in the eyes, there was guilt that nipped at your heels knowing you wanted to do this again.

Yuuji helped you stand on jelly legs and walked you to the shower where he joined you and made sure to take his time to clean you up the best he could cursing himself for letting Sukuna have control over him, and it made him wonder a bit if you liked his other side more than him.

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poppy-metal · 2 years

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ok I’ve never submitted anything before 👀 I love all your posts though, and wanted to contribute a lil smth smth. you can totally ignore this if it’s not your thing or if someone already submitted this type of content and it doesn’t seem new to you but 🫣 ok here I go

“eddie… baby please i need sleep.” you whine as he ruts up against you. he was always worked up when he fed on you, the taste of your blood easing one hunger just to inflame another kind. you were tired, quite literally drained, laying on your stomach now and felt his hard-on continuing to press against your ass with only his boxers and your panties in the way.

“please- fuck, please, baby.” he pants out, almost whining. he leans down to lap at where he previously sunk his teeth into your neck for more of that metallic but sweet flavor. he groaned, shuddering at the combination of his straining cock against you and your taste on his tongue. “need you so fucking bad.” he added on, pawing at the band of your underwear.

“eddie i need my rest…” you countered again, but of course those sparks in the pit of your stomach were getting hard to deny yourself of even when you were this exhausted.

you almost wanted to turn around and see why he stopped grinding on you, even when all you’ve done is whine about it since he started, when you recognized the sound coming from behind you partnered with the whimpers hanging on his lips. eddie couldn’t take it anymore and freed his cock from the confines of his boxers to jerk himself off while he remained straddling the backs of your thighs. the lewd sound of him stroking himself and letting out desperate moans had you squeezing your thighs together, what remained of your blood rushing to between your legs. you could tell how soaked you were already by the feeling you got as your thighs pressed together.

“fine-“ you finally breathed out. “but you’re doing the work, I’m-“

“tired. I know, baby.” He cooed gently, but his clumsy and rough hands rushed to pull your panties down in success. “so tired, cause you’re so fucking good to me. taking care of me in every way…”

you purred at the praise, jumping a bit at the feeling of his fingers sliding through your slick up to your clit. he teased the bundle of nerves and prodded at your entrance, his tongue sticking out a bit as he stared at your glistening pussy.

“Ugh, fuck-“ he grunted as he finally sank into you in one fluid motion, twitching already from the way your walls hugged him. you cried at the stretch, gripping onto your pillow. your lips parted, innocent-sounding gasps panting out as he pounded into you.

“you’re so good, always so fucking good to me. make me so fucking greedy…” he sighed happily, basking in the feeling of you stroking his cock as he forced himself inside you over and over. the taste of your blood still on his tongue.

“too much, too much” you cry out, the exhaustion from him feeding on you combined with the feeling of him fucking you dumb and rubbing your clit leaving you so overwhelmed you were sure you could pass out.

“you can take it, i know you can.” he urged, only getting a whine in response and he found himself reaching a hand out to press your face into the pillows and keep driving himself inside you. your cheek was squished against the pillow, tears of pleasure pouring down your cheeks. you kept crying and whining, your legs trembling.

“that’s it, sweetheart.” he sighed out happily, watching you completely submit to him the same way you did when he found himself fiending to sink his teeth into the side of your throat. he watched his cock slick with your juices sinking into you over and over, the climax he so badly craved to reach since he fed on you starting to claw at the pit of his stomach. “gonna cum, baby, gonna let daddy fill you up? gonna be a good girl and take my fucking cum?”

He grinned, fangs on full display at the way you whined and nod your head. “you’ve been such a good girl tonight… so. fucking.good.” he punctuated those last three words with harsh thrusts, your yelps matching up with each one. he was panting now, picking up the pace. he gripped onto your hips, pulling you to him to meet his thrusts, stroking that sweet spot inside you over and over. he had already pushed you towards the edge with his words and the pressure on your clit, and you knew you were done for if he kept this pace up.

“that’s it, thaaaat’s it.” he groaned, his tip that kept slamming into your cervix sure to leave it bruised. “take it- fuck… fucking take it, baby, take all of it-“ he chanted, before suddenly pausing all his motions. he sucked in a breath then let out a strangled moan as he came hard with his tip flush with your cervix. the feeling of his hot cum spilling into you pushed you over the edge, his name leaving you in a desperate whine as your walls fluttered around his cock to milk him dry. you wanted to drink him in for all he was worth, just like he did with you.

a lazy grin was on his face now, a soft laugh being eased out of him as he smoothed his hands over your hips and stayed stuffed in between your legs, some of his cum seeping out onto the bed.

“you’re so fucking good, baby.”

DEAR HEAVENS

#ask #vampire!eddie #tw: blood play #eddie spaghetti #eddie munson smut

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keikiri-kitten · 1 year

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crookedtoothed! Kirishima who absolutely loves kissing you the moment you tell him how cute you think his teeth is. you only have to tell him once before he’s all over you. he previously considered himself to have some gnarly chompers, but when you look at him and you see those big eyes and dumb smile you just can’t help but to fall in love all over again— especially once you get to those teeth. he loves cupping your cheeks with both of his heavy, large hands and pulling you in for a short, sweet marathon of kisses. he loves running his plump, hot pink lips along the apples of your cheeks to your jaw only to pull away so you can see that overjoyed grin on his face.

just as much as he likes to kiss you with his crooked teeth, he loves to bite you just as much. he’s not a hard biter when he gnaws at your skin, he’s just wanting to leave a couple of indents on your skin to admire for the couple of minutes they’re on you. so for the times when you’re sitting atop of his lap and grinding around his cock, his teeth are pressed firm into your shoulder. his jaw quakes while trying to breathe through his nose. you can feel his arms wrap around you tighter and his teeth sinking deeper into your skin. there was no complaints out of you. not even when he bit too hard nicked your skin. to him? he hurt you. in that moment he began to despise his teeth all over again. but you? you admired them even more. and you unlocked a new kink that you would never tell him about. it took him tasting your blood for him to pull away with an apologetic look in his eyes only for you to shake your head before leaning in for a reassuring kiss. the last thing you wanted was for him to feel bad, so you whisper about how cute he looks getting upset over something you liked. his eyes blew wide and before he knew it, your lips were pressed against his again.

#maybe I have a kink for crooked teeth #strongbirdie #birdie rambles #this has no plot #just brainrot #kirishima fluff #Kirishima smut #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #eijirou x reader #eijirou fluff #tw: blood play #kirishima headcanon

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newfriendjen · 8 months

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Pairing: Guard Captain!Bakugou x Assassin!Reader (MF)

Synopsis: When the Queen is Kidnapped, Prince Shouto hires an assassin from the guild to lead her rescue. Can the Captain of the Guard and the assassin get along long enough to save their queen?

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: enemies to lovers; mentions of kidnapping; mild sexism; mentions of blood; stabbing; poisoning; blood play; bondage; hand necklaces; pain play; impact play; a dash of degradation; no discussion of limits

Authors Note: Previously posted and available on my A03, updated/edited as of September 2023

“Don’t worry, I’ll forgive this misunderstanding-”

“There is no misunderstanding, Captain Bakugou. I am aware of exactly who you are. I simply do. not. care.”

The audacity of the blonde standing in your command tent would have been unbelievable had you not heard tales of his arrogance from soldiers you’d met in passing. If anyone in this god forsaken place needed knocked down a peg or two, it was him. And you were just the person for the job.

“This operation requires skills you and your men do not possess, therefore I shall be taking charge. Seeing as my team and I do possess those skills.”

“I don’t take orders,” Bakugou growled, stepping closer in an attempt to intimidate you, “especially not from little girls pretending to rival grown men.”

“I don’t pretend to be anything other than what I am, Captain. If you have an issue with my leadership status perhaps you should consult with Prince Shouto, seeing as he was the one who hired me into this role.” You kept your tone even, refusing to show any emotional response to his goading. Even if he was grating on your nerves.

“King Enji trusts me to rescue Queen Rei-”

“Oh yes, because you aggressively stomping into an enemy camp and blowing things up would be a rescue mission,” you snapped, tiring of his bullshit. “I think we both know that if you were to take the lead we would be undergoing a recovery and not a rescue.”

Bakugou’s lips curled. The vein in his neck throbbing in time with his hammering pulse. A lesser person would recoil in fear of the furious anger permeating the air around him. Yet a small part of you- one you’d never acknowledge let alone admit to- enjoying seeing him so riled up. Anger suited the beast of a man.

“Stay out of my way, Bakugou, and let me do the job that brought me here. Before you do something you’ll regret.”

His bright red eyes flashed with something dark, something you imagined to be guilt. The Captain’s history wasn’t a secret. His best friend had followed him into the National Army, the two of them rising through the ranks side-by-side. At least until a less than well thought out plan executed by the fiery blonde had resulted in his companion being slain on the battlefield. You disliked using emotionally manipulative tactics like this, but he was making it impossible for you to force him aside otherwise. You were serious that his involvement would be detrimental to the mission.

“Remember when your plan goes astray that it was your own pride that got in the way of allowing a true leader to succeed,” Bakugou snarled before turning on his heel and stomping out of the tent. This was going to be a long few days.

“Well he’s certainly a character.” The smoky voice of your co-operative from the Guild filtered from the darkness that seemed to permanently cling to the back wall of your tent. The scarred man who stepped into the light was a more visually acknowledged representation of the Assassin’s Guild. The dark flowing cloak hiding the deep burgundy burns that covered the majority of his body.

“Captain Bakugou, it seems, is going to be a thorn in my side for the entire duration of this job. He’s annoying, Dabi, very much so.”

“Annoying and? I’m sure there is another word you would use to describe him,” Dabi drawled knowingly as he leaned against one of the support pillars. Your nose scrunched in distaste at the man reading you so easily, so you only scowled at him hoping your expression conveyed that he was the current source of annoyance in your life. “Don’t give me that look. We’ve worked together often enough for me to know that the blonde hothead is just your type.”

“Why are we having this conversation again? We both know that you couldn’t care less about who spends their time between my thighs. So do us both a favor and let’s focus on planning this rescue, yeah?”

Dabi shrugged as he moved to sit in the chair across from you, his figure spread wide as he relaxed. He couldn’t be more different than the blonde Captain. With his dark hair and chilly indifference. His presence calmed your racing heart from its encounter with Bakugou. “So, intel says the Queen is being held here…”

The deep purples and pinks of dusk were fading behind the distant mountain range as you strapped on your weapons, securing them beneath a cloak as dark as midnight. You’d left the encampment where you had encountered Bakugou several days ago and had been slowly making your way to the outskirts of the Mundo-Ismur forest where the kidnapped Queen was currently being held.

As part of the Assassin’s Guild you rarely involved yourself in political drama. The disconnect you felt from that world of backstabbing also left you with very few opinions on the change of political leaders. The leader of the encampment you would be sneaking into was different. You had heard many tales about the atrocities the Bandit King Shigaraki had committed along his path of destruction. His rise to power was truly built upon the bones of his enemies and the souls of the innocent. Which was precisely why you had accepted this job. If an opportunity arose to take out the most ruthless man this world has seen, you would gladly take it.

“Ready when you are boss.”

“The day I'm permanently in charge of you lot will be the end of the world as we know it,” you snickered. Your voice was barely a whisper but you knew they would hear you. They wouldn’t have made it this far in the Guild if they hadn’t.

“Through shadow, into blood,” Dabi added as we stepped into the shadows.

“To line our pockets with the riches of the damned.” You finished the phrase soundlessly, taking strength from the Guild’s motto.

This was just another job, in another place. You would succeed as you always did.

The shadows had always felt like home. A place of quiet where you could embrace your inner darkness shamelessly. A cloak of solitude. Though part of you longed for the light. Which you often found in the company of someone different than yourself. What’s the old saying? Opposites attract. Your calm and quiet needed balance from someone hotheaded and loud.

Someone like Captain Bakugou. Dabi was right- he was just your type. With that blonde hair you just wanted to dig your hands into. The rippling muscles you can already imagine moving above you- wait this wasn’t the time to be thinking about him. This was exactly why you couldn’t pursue even a simple hook up. You had minimal interaction with the Captain and he was proving to be enough of a distraction to pull your thoughts away from the job. A job that could easily result in your death if not done correctly. You needed to focus.

The sound of voices exiting the tent before you helped to pull your attention back to the here and now. All of the intel Dabi had gathered showed that this was where Queen Rei was being held captive. The sizable canvas seemed odd for a jail cell. As did the two guards posted only at the front. Either the Bandit King had let his successes go to his head, or there was more going on here than you had anticipated. Regardless, your team would be ready and waiting in the shadows to stop anyone else trying to enter after you.

Your footsteps were light as you crept toward the standing guard, knowing that his elevated position would block your advance from the sight of the second guard, who was seated on a small stool. It was almost too easy to pierce the first guards windpipe, cutting off any chance he had to raise an alarm. Before the second guard could react another knife was leaving your hand and embedding itself into his eye. Pulling your fingers to your lips you let out a well-practiced bird call to alert your team of your advance.

Ducking beneath the tent flap you were shocked by the well kept quarters where the Queen was being held. It seemed a bit too out of character for the ruthless Shigaraki. As you stepped from the shadows Rei squeaked, her eyes wide. “Your highness, with me if you would,” you muttered as you stepped to where she sat on the edge of a sleeping cot. Her mouth moved, but no words came out. Tears sprung from her eyes, her face fallen. It took you a moment to figure out what she was trying to say in her hysteria.

I’m so sorry.

Your brows furrowed in confusion as to why the Queen, someone trained from a young age in nobility and the art of emotional bottling, would be so wrecked by being kidnapped by the enemy. It was an action unbecoming of her stature. Composure in times of high stress was a pivotal requirement for-

A trap. The entire operation was a set up, and you were caught in the center of the spider’s web.

Movement behind you had you spinning on your heel, weapons drawn and ready to find a new home in whoever was entering the tent. You relaxed as only Dabi stepped from the shadows. Mouth open to warn him of the disadvantage scenario you were in. Only a sharp breath escaped as a blade pierced your abdomen just below the right side of your ribs.

“I would apologize, Y/N, but we both know I would be lying.” Dabi pulled the knife out, his gaze darkening at the sight of the blood coating the blade. “You really shouldn’t have taken this job. I did try to warn you. A problem of the past now though.” He must have read the betrayal and hurt in your eyes. His laughter echoed through the small tent. “Come now, this is part of the world we live in. Assassins only truly ever watch out for themselves. You should know that better than anyone.”

“Why” you rasped, struggling for breath. He must have angled the blade just upward enough to pierce your lung.

“Oh, now that’s the truly exciting part isn’t it? You never questioned me about my life before joining the Guild.” He was calmly walking around the space as you heaved, swaying on your feet. He must have coated his blade with poison. A common tactic used in your line of work. He paused picking up the small royal symbol that would have adorned the Queen’s cloak during her stroll through the capital. “You followed the age-old tradition of putting the past to rest and assumed everyone around you would do the same.”

Dabi turned toward you once again, his eyes swimming with something you couldn’t recognize. Something that made the Queen’s silent tears pour quicker. “But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Not after what they did to me. What she let my father do.” He crossed the space to where Rei was seated, gripping her by the hair and forcing her to turn fully to face you. “Can you see the resemblance? It’s all in the eyes. Of course the scars don’t help.”

Realization dawned on you much quicker this time. Dabi was the lost prince. Touya Todoroki. The forgotten heir.

“Ah, there it is. Now you recognize me don’t you? Too bad you won’t survive to meet my real family- the ones I chose. I’m sure Shigaraki would have loved a chance to play with you.” His words were thick with implications you didn’t dare to consider.

The thought quickly crossed your mind that you had also led Bakugou and his team to their deaths. A pang of guilt swept through you as the Captain’s words rang in your mind.

No. You needed to focus, to find a way out of this situation. Regrets could be compiled later.

Bile rose from your stomach, the force of it dropping you to your knees. The sound of your retching nearly drowned out the sudden commotion in the camp outside. Before you could find a way to take advantage of the distraction, an explosion rocked the ground beneath you. Bakugou. You knew it was him before the tent had even opened. Dabi swore, ducking back into the shadows and dragging the Queen with him. You met the bright rubies that were Bakugou’s eyes as he scowled at you. Your eyes heavy as your consciousness drained.

The last thing you registered was the burning heat of something hard pressed against you and a gruff “Don’t die on me, I still need to gloat.”

Stale air filled your lungs. Your chest ached with each breath. Memories flashed through your mind in broken chunks.

The job.

The betrayal.

Bakugou.

Dabi- Touya, whoever he chose to be, was right. You shouldn’t have been so shocked by his deception. Treachery was a common part of a Guild member’s life. Perhaps you’d let the dark haired assassin get too close. Grew to trust him too easily. A dangerous mistake. A rookie mistake. And one you vowed to never make again. The only person in this world you could rely on was yourself.

“Is as soon as you wake from the brink of death too soon to say I told you so?”

You blinked. Your eyes slowly opened to reveal a dusty room. It was sparsely decorated. The most notable thing in the space was the disheveled blonde sprawled in a chair by the door. Bakugou looked exhausted. With dark circles beneath his eyes and messy hair. He had lost his usual Royal armor in exchange for trousers and a shirt.

A shirt that was hanging open revealing his very solid chest and the spattering of blonde hair across it. You even peeked some blonde tufts leading down below his waistband.

“Oi, my eyes are up here.”

“I don’t believe an unexpected betrayal counts as a failure of my plan,” you blurted quickly, ignoring the heat that rose to your cheeks and forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “Especially not one at the hands of the lost prince himself.”

Bakugou’s surprise was apparent. His narrowed eyes and crinkled brow gave away his disbelief. “No. No way. That’s just some bullshit Shigaraki and your pal Dabi concocted.”

“They have the same eyes, Bakugou. I saw the similarities myself. And even if I hadn’t when Dabi confessed to actually being Touya, Queen Rei’s reaction confirmed it. He was telling the truth and she knew exactly who he was.”

“You, of all people, wouldn’t know the Queen well enough to know what her nonverbal reactions were relaying,” Bakugou growled. He pushed up from the chair, the wood scratching against the floor as it knocked into the wall behind it. He began pacing the floor, running a hand through his hair frustratedly.

You sat up, ignoring the swimming of the room. “Reading people is quite literally one of the most important aspects of my job, asshole. I know what I saw. I don’t care if you choose to believe me.” He was so frustrating. It would be so much simpler if he just trusted you, something he had adamantly chosen not to do from the day you met.

Bakugou stopped, glaring down at you. “If- and I say this with the highest skepticism- if you are correct and Dabi is actually Prince Touya then your team botching this rescue mission puts you at a double failure. Just admit it,” one of his thick, calloused fingers tilted your head up further, straining the muscles in your neck, “I was right all along.”

“If you really think-“ you spat the words through gritted teeth, but before you could blink Bakugou’s palm was wrapped around your throat squeezing hard enough to cut off your oxygen supply.

“You’ve lost the right to speak , little assassin.” His breath was warm against your cheek as he growled the words in your ear. You were breathless. Both from the pressure on your windpipe and the rush of arousal coursing straight to your core. “Mmm, just as I thought. The big, bad assassin is already weak in the knees and I’ve barely even touched you. Already soaking the bed with your desire like the disobedient little girl you are, aren’t you?”

Your lust-addled brain refused to react as he spun you around, a thick piece of rope securing your wrists to your ankles as he forced you to arch backward uncomfortably.

Searing pain spread across your side just as you felt a different type of wetness soak through your shirt. “Tsk, look at what you’ve done. Ruined the stitches I spent so much time on,” Bakugou chastised. His voice was thick with attraction as he pulled your shirt apart at the seams, tossing the blood soaked fabric aside. “I guess I can forgive you, but only because of how much this suits you. All tied up and at my mercy. Blood running down your thighs.”

Three of his fingers ran through the small trails of red leaking from your wound before dipping below the waistband of your pants and pushing deep into your core. The stretch was the perfect blur of pleasure and pain. Your moan echoed loudly in the small space you shared as you shamelessly attempted to ride his fingers.

His hand ripped away from you only to come cracking down along your backside. “I’m in charge now, little assassin. Your pleasure is in my hands, quite literally. So be a good girl and maybe I’ll let you get away with only coming on my cock a handful of times.”

You felt yourself nod, slowly relinquishing your control of the situation. It was oddly comforting to let go and allow Bakugou to lead. Some innate part of you trusted him not to push you past your limits.

A moment of panic came crashing in as you found yourself unwilling to give in to the ease you felt around the Captain. He would end up stabbing you in the back just as Dabi and so many others had before. As if he could sense your inner turmoil Bakugou tilted your head back, forcing you to look up at him at an awkward angle. “Focus.” His growled command had your mind slowly emptying. Leaving only the rough feel of the rope around your limbs, the pulsing pain of your ripped stitches, and the throbbing need between your thighs.

“Good girl.”

He rewarded your obedience by shimmying your pants down to your knees and plunging his blood covered fingers back into your empty core. A sigh of relief escaped your lips before you could suppress it. Everything ached from your earlier encounter and yet it blended so well with the pleasure each thrust of his digits brought. You were being pushed over the brink of euphoria much quicker than ever before.

Bakugou’s free hand left your throat, instead striking down sharply against your pussy. The sting of pain jolting through your neglected clit was the catalyst to your complete undoing. Black dotted your vision as you were pushed into a second orgasm on the tail end of the first. The scream that tore from your parted lips rattled the walls of the cabin.

Your body collapsed as much as it could within the binding that held you. The heat of Bakugou’s body firmly pressed against your back temporarily relieving the strain in your muscles.

“Don’t relax now, little assassin, you haven’t even come on my cock yet.”

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