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Purge Night 2

Yandere Purge AU Sero x Darling Reader

Words: 4,986

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I cannot thank @yanderart enough for going through and fixing my Spanish as per usual, and Beta reading for me <3 For real it means the world.

Warnings: Yandere Behaviors, Blood, Vomit, Manipulation

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  Waking up you groaned, your body sore for some odd reason despite feeling like you were sleeping on a cloud. Your hair was wrapped in a silk scarf, the same fabric that you assumed your cozy pyjamas were made of, keeping your locks from your face. Stretching out you couldn’t help but to deeply inhale the air after yawning. Orange, Cinnamon and Vanilla overwhelmed your other senses for a moment, the perfect blend relaxing you into a smile and a soft hum. You felt so cozy and comfortable, the silky sheets keeping you just a tad too warm were tangled around your body. Slowly you wiggled your foot around to find a cool spot and sighed happily when your foot emerged from the blankets. Grinding your cheek into the mountain of pillows you paused, underneath the natural odor of the room there was another smell, one that was spicy and musky, like an expensive cologne… Where had you come across that scent before? A bar maybe? No. Not just any bar…. Why were you so groggy?

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Under the Cover of Snow

Snowed in, a Citrus Dome Server collab

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Dabi x Reader NSFW

Warning/Tags; NSFW, overstimulation, cum play at the end, its honestly fucking soft, probably the softest Dabi I’ve ever written don’t @ me.

4.6k ish words

The Prompt:

Snowed In, and the full prompt is:

The local news station hailed it as “the storm of the century,” and they weren’t wrong. You’ve watched the snow pile up beyond the window, building from a light dusting on the grass to literal knee-high drifts. And it shows no sign of stopping.

The place you’re stranded is stocked up on groceries, you’d charged every electronic device to your name, and you’d cranked the thermostat as high as it would go until the inevitable happens —

The power goes out.

So now you’re stuck indoors, with only a certain someone for company. The same someone you’ve been pining after for ages. Snow stacks up higher and higher outside. As the cold seeps in, and you both drift closer, you realize this was somehow the one thing you hadn’t thought to prepare for…

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Noooo

BNHA | Soulmate AU | November Rain [#2]

A/N: Part 2! And from here on out I have no idea how it’ll develop since I have not yet written anything else. :)))) Wish us luck! 

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x reader

Chapters: [#1] | [#2]

Warnings: Angst; Fluff-to-be ;3

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“It’s me… Momo.”

Maybe she shouldn’t have done it. Maybe… (Name) shouldn’t have told him she was… Momo.

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You want more AFO thirst I am here to give you more you thirsty bitch. But who am I to talk. So I raise you....

AFO sugar daddy showing tomura how to fuck a woman with your body then passing you over alread fucked stupid for him to toy with.

Just mmm fills most of my kinks.

Maybe even keeping you tied in a mating press for shigi to fuck without fear of preforming wrong. AFO calling you a dirty little whore for letting his son fuck you in front of him as he sits in his plush leather chair. Also lingerie I feel like that would be the only thing you would be allowed to wear around him. Cause easy access to his cum dumps pussy is the name of the game.

Have fun you thirsty hoe

Warnings: Noncon, incesty themes (no direct incest but All for One is Shigaraki’s father figure), breeding, degradation, kidnapping, bondage, yandere   Note: I love being called a thirsty bitch and a thirsty hoe, pls continue.

Your legs ached, your shoulders ached, and even worse, your exposed pussy ached. Your legs were folded so that your knees touched your shoulders, your ankles tied to your wrists so that you couldn’t hide yourself and couldn’t close your legs.

The villain All for One was buried into your embarrassingly wet pussy while his son Tomura Shigaraki sat in a chair nearby, hard cock in his hands as he strokes himself at the sight of you being violated.

“You see how you do it, Tomura? There is a certain pleasure in forcing yourself in, but it always feels better when they’re wet and begging for it.”

Tomura groans as he watches All for One pull out, his cock glistening with your juices. You try yet again to relieve the pressure on your body from the position you’ve been forced in, but it’s to no avail. You’re bound so tightly and so well that there is no give to your restraints.

He wastes no time in climbing into bed with you, replacing All for One as he slides his cockhead up your dripping slit. In one powerful snap of his hips, he’s buried to the hilt inside of you, and you cry out. “Oh fuck,” he hisses under his breath, “you’re right. She’s so hot and wet inside.”

All for One chuckles as he sits down to watch. “And you’ll never get tired of feeling that dirty little pussy of hers clamp down on you as she orgasms.”

Shigaraki grunts as his hips snap into yours, the wet sounds of him plunging into your pussy filling you with shame. “I - I want to feel that, tell me how, sensei.”

All for One reaches out to grab two fingers, directing his son to press them against your clit. “Rub that little bead of hers. Start slow, but increase the speed and strength when she starts to moan and clench around you.”

“P-p-please stop,” you whimper, shaking your head back and forth in an attempt to distract yourself from what’s happening. But Tomura is a quick learner, and you can’t stop yourself from doing exactly what All for One said.

“See? She’s already moaning like a whore. A little bitch in heat being fucked by my son while I watch. Does it turn you on, little one?”

“No no no,” you plead, “no please no - “

But your pussy flutters around Shigaraki’s cock, and he grins as he grinds his fingers down harder on your aching clit. You can’t stop the squeal from leaving your throat as you cum, pussy squeezing Shigaraki’s cock and milking him as he reaches his own orgasm.

You feel him start to pull out, and a sharp flash of hope strikes you that he won’t cum inside of you. Until All for One is up in a flash, grabbing Shigaraki’s hips and forcing him balls deep inside of you.

Shigaraki lets out a choked grunt, wanting to pull out from the overstimulation of you continuing to clamp down on his cock. But his father holds him in place until his balls are empty.

“Stay inside of her until you’re finished, Tomura,” he scolds him. “If you’re going to breed her, then do it right.”

Tomura pants, sweat beading along his forehead as he tries to relax. “Fine, sensei. I understand.” He doesn’t pull out, however, making small shallow thrusts inside of you as he trembles. “Fuck, she feels so good that I’m already hard again.”

“Ahh, that’s my boy,” All for One chuckles. “Then please, continue. Fill her with cum until she can’t take another drop.”

FIVE | IN A BLINK

summary → L/N F/N IS A bright student standing in-front of her dream school, waiting for the exams that will change her life forever

pairing → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

status → ongoing

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STANDING IN A GROUP on part of the schools training grounds, you turn your attention to the boy who seems to desperately trying to figure you out, “Hi, I’m L/N.” you say, taking the first step. 

As he obviously is not going to as he just keeps glancing at you. Like you are supposed to act like you don’t feel a set of eyes boring into the side of your face. Having his eyes connect with your, you can’t help but smile at how the bright red eyes pull you in. Such a pretty eyes. Wait, what?

“Tch.”

Blinking at the reaction, you nod, competently being snapped out of the trance. Now seeing how pissed off he looks, even though it does not seem to be at you, he still is, “Okay…” you trail off, turning back to the communal conversation.

“But orientation, we are going to miss it.” a girl calls out, “If you really want to make the big leagues you can’t waste time at pointless ceremonies.” Aizawa-sensei says bursting her bubble, “Here at UA we are not tethered to traditions.”

Which reminds you of how [ B/N ] told you how unlike many other schools U.A.’s curriculum various from homeroom- teacher to teacher. This must be Aizawa-sensei version.

“That means I get to run my class however I see fit.”

“You have been taking standardised tests most of your lives.” he starts, holding up the phone up with the various activities, “But you have never been able to use your quirks in physical exams before.” you could already guess where this was going.

Clicking the screen to black, he pockets his phone, “The county is still trying to pretend like we are all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It is not rational,” he denies, “One day the ministry of education will learn.”

Sighing his eyes fall on to someone in the group, it is kinda hard to tell with how his hair covers most of his eyes, “Bakugou you managed to get the most points at the entrance exam. What was your father’s distance throw with a softball when you were in junior high?”

“Sixty-seven meters,” he says fast, “I think.” he adds. Looking around himself, trying to make it sound like not a big deal, which smells like BS.

“Right, try doing it with your quirk.”

Moving into the painted circle on the floor, Aizawa hands him a ball, “Anything goes, as long as you stay in the circle.” he tells Bakugou as he motions all of us to take a step back, “Go, on. You are wasting our time.” as he just stands there.

A soft snore leaves you as you quickly slap your hand over your face to cover the sound, “Alright man you asked for it.” he says bitterly, stretching out weirdly as he gets ready to throw.

Getting ready, he let’s out a hard battle cry of ‘die’ followed by a massive explosion. Successfully making your eyes widen at the flashy quirk.

“All of you need to know your maximum capabilities. It is your rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro-hero.” Aizawa-sensei says, holding up his phone to show how far he has thrown. Seven-hundred and five meters. 

“Wow, 705 meters are you kidding me?” Kaminari voices, “I want to go, that looks like fun!” a familiar pink lady, “This is what I’m talking about, using our quirks as much as we want.” a boy you aren’t familiar with, yet, calls out happily.

The hum of your teacher at the words of your peers makes it almost clear that he is amused by our nativity, “So, this looks fun, huh?” confirming your first thought, his tone makes it seem like it will not be fun, not in the slightest, not at all.

“You have three years to become a hero. You think it is all gonna be games and playtime?” he asks, not really but hypothetically, “Idiots, today you will compete in eight physical tests to gage your potential.” 

“Whoever comes in last has none.” Harsh.

“And will be expelled immediately.” Even harsher, you think.

“Like I said; I get to decide how this class runs, if you got a problem you can head home right now.” he says, waiting for anyone to leave or say something else, “You can’t send one of us home. I mean, we just got here. Even if it wasn’t the first day that isn’t fair.” the brunette girl calls out.

She does have a point, but life isn’t really fair either.

“And you think natural disasters are?” your new teacher questions. Making a small spark come to you. Knowing you and your teacher will get along just fine.

“Or power-hungry villains? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities?” he fires at her. Shaking his head at the young girl, “No, the world is full of unfairness. It is a heroes job to combat that. If you want to be a pro you have to push yourselves to the brink. For the next three years, U.A. will throw one terrible hardship after another at you.” Aizawa-sensei tells her and with extension all of us.

“So, go beyond plus ultra. Show me it is not an accident you are here.” he says, offering some optimism in our pessimistic society, “Now then, we are just wasting time by talking. Let the games begin.”

50 METER DASH

“[ L/N ].” your teacher calls out. Letting it be known that he knows your name, most likely all of our names, “How long did the 50-meter dash take you in junior high?” 

Thinking back to your last fifty-meter dash you tilt your head, “Three to four seconds give or take.” you say, getting some raised brows at the assumption you can run ten meters in less than a second.

“Stand ready,” he says, offering an arm up. Taking a couple steps closer, you glance at him for a sign to start, “when you’re ready. The sensor will take your time.”

Nodding, you shake your legs out. Taking a deep breath, your eyes start to glow for anyone in your sense of time. Looking around, you see them in slow-mo. Focusing back on the task you run down the lane, stepping over the stripe.

Letting the world run your course of speed again, yet. Turning back to your peers, the board blinks your results, “One-tenth of a second.” he announces.

Making brows raise for very different reasons now. Getting various of; “What?” , “Impossible.” , “That was so cool!” , “So fast!”

Chopping taking your attention, “How did you do that?” Iida question, pushing his glasses back. Rubbing my neck I smiled awkwardly at the surprised faces, as I make my way back to the group, “It’s my quirk, it allows me to run at supersonic speed, while staying maintaining my movements and brain processing. And obviously, it stays in an account that I won’t kill myself with the pressure.”

“Was that even a language?” Kaminari asks me confused, “I am really fast.”

Making multiple peers nod in understanding at the simplistic explanation. As Iida stops his abuse on the air, “I still have a lot to learn.” you deny, not quite as fast as you know you might be able to. Being able to go to march one while you know you can at least get to march two.

“You are just at the start of your journey, I am very confident U.A. will harness your abilities.”

“Oh, uh, thank you.” you say, rubbing your hands together, “Are you two done or should we praise L/N some more?” Aizawa-sensei cuts through. Making you slap your cheeks at the call out. 

But, obviously, it did not end there. This was just the first part, of an eight-part competition. 

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