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He’d spread his legs a lil and give you a smirk, cooing at you gently -

“Come give me a kiss darling~”

When you pull a face, reluctant to go anywhere near him he’d click his tongue, pointing to his lap insistently with that stupid goopy grin on his face.

“~you know how I like it.”

Hisoka would dig his claws into the meat of your hips, pulling you down into his lap so swiftly that it’d take your breath away. That only made his lips stretch wider, his eyes droop further with his lust-filled gaze.

“Just like that~” He would purr, one hand reaching to cup your ass, the other cradling your head to bring your soft lips closer to his. “Just one little kiss.”

But one little kiss would turn into Hisoka grinding his thick bulge up against your pussylips through your shorts. Dragging you down against him as he breathed into your neck, claws pricking just enough into your skin to draw blood and make you squirm.

Two kisses would see you hastily undressed, clothes hanging off your body and Hisoka’s pants barely pulled down enough to expose himself.

One more kiss as he slides inside, not enough prep, only a hasty pussyjob which the man gasped and groaned his way through.

Heart beating fast, you duck into the nearest room, stumbling in the dark as you search for a place to hide. A desk in the corner will have to do, and you crouch down behind it, desperately trying to slow your breathing.

The footsteps get closer, louder, and you can tell he’s entered the room when the sound of his shoes scuffing on the floor is almost as loud as your heart beat, pounding away in your chest. You feel faint.

He’s humming something, a sweet tune, voice soft and light as he moves around the room, getting close to your hiding spot, moving away...... close again-and then he’s gone.

You don’t dare breathe a sigh of relief, what if he hears you and comes back? No telling what heightened senses the patients have.... all those experiments....

When it’s safe again, you move, staying close to walls, keeping your steps light and quick, quiet as you can. There’s a dim light up ahead, around the corner, probably an exit sign from the red tinge. You just have to-

“Oh my, you’re even lovelier up close.” Strong hands wrapped in fingerless gloves grip your forearms, holding you in place. As you rounded the corner, you had bumped into the man from before, nearly bowling yourself over were it not for his steadying grip.

You could hardly breathe, fear paralyzing your lungs, your heart, your brain. The man leaned down, close enough for you to see his face - scarred on the one side, eyes blue and wide, ruggedly handsome if he hadn’t been looking at you with such... fervor.

“I can’t wait to see what’s under those clothes. I bet you’re perfect, just what I’ve always wante-AUGH-!” You’re punching him in the throat before your brain can catch up, turning on a dime and sprinting away as fast as your leg can carry you.

“uAGh-you-! You little minx!” The man yelled after you, coughing and heaving as he tries to recover from your little maneuver. “Going to make me work for it?” He sounds mad, sure, but there’s a laughter in his voice, the kind of noise where you’re so mad that you can’t help yourself from laughing. You might die here.

The next twenty minutes you spend ducking and weaving, hiding like a rat, running like a rabbit. You’re terrified, the man hot on your heels, almost grabbing you a couple times only for you to wiggle out of his grasp, squeeze through a space too tight for him to fit. 

“You can’t run from me forever!” He yells, watching you with eyes afire as you struggle through the space between a heavy bookshelf and the crumbling wall, escaping him once again. “I’m not giving up on you, you’re going to be my bride! We’re perfect for each other, just you wait and see, just you wait, just you-” his rambling fades into the distance as you make it into another room. But there’s no telling where he might show up next; the prisoners (patients) know the layout of this place better than the doctors do.

-----

You’ve found a hole.

It’s human-sized, broken in to the wall by god knows what. But maybe it leads out? Maybe it leads you to another horror, but you can’t stand this one any longer, so it’s worth the risk.

You’re crawling your way through, hands and knee in the dark, fingers sliding through slick muck on the ground that you don’t even want to think about. Maybe you’re glad it’s so dark. 

“Ah-ah-ah, I’ve found youuuu~” You barely register the voice of the man, before hands are around your ankles, yanking you backwards in a violent motion. In a split second, your limbs are out from underneath you, and you’re being dragged  towards him on your belly, hands clawing at the ground for purchase. If you were in a different place, you'd scream. Here? That’d be like calling more sharks to the feeding frenzy.

He’s too strong, easily pulling you from the wall, flipping you onto your back in an instant just so he can grin down at you. “Good! I was getting tired of our little game. I’m a bit impatient dear, I really want us to get to know each other a little more....” You could feel his eyes on you in the dark, looking you over as he paused. “.... Intimately.”

That’s when you start to struggle. 

Hands slapping and punching blindly in the dark, legs kicking, you start thrashing underneath the man, fighting for your life. He can’t do this, you’ve come so far, you’re almost out, almost free-

“Stay-stay still!” He growls, fending off your attacks through gritted teeth while trying to subdue you at the same time. But you’re panicked, fighting with the desperation of a wolf in a bear trap, ready to gnaw off it’s own leg if it meant freedom.

“I said stop struggling you whORE-” The man yells, and your head rocks to the side, slapped so hard your ears start to ring. Spots dance across your vision. Can a person faint from a single slap?

“You’re going to relax now, stress isn’t good when you’re trying to make a baby.”

If a ratty, nasty cloth hadn’t been shoved over your mouth and nose, chemicals filling your senses, you’d have a much more visceral reaction to what the man just said. 

You can’t help but let your eyes drift shut.

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The room you wake up in has a semblance of light - an old lamp in the corner, on a small side table, yellow-orange glow casting the room in an eery light. You’re on a bed, a creaky metal frame, uncomfortable springs digging into your back - but someone had put effort into trying to make it seem nicer than it actually was. Blankets piled underneath and around you, sterile-white hospital pillows in copious amounts by your head.

The sound that woke you up is heard again; a violent scream followed by the sound of a saw, then wet wood smacking against something......

You were dry heaving over the side of the bed before your brain could register what the sound actually was, refusing to put mental images to the noises. You can’t do this, you’re going to die, this is too much-

“Oh, what a vision you are. Like a wonderful gift all ready for me to unwrap...”

It was too late to notice the noises had stopped, replaced with the creak of the door and the man entering. He had blood on his pants. Fresh blood. 

He stepped towards you, hands reaching out to touch your your own as he sat next to your prone body on the bed. You couldn’t move your limbs, barely able to twitch your fingers where he was caressing them. What had he drugged you with??

“You look so much softer than all of the others, I just know you’ll be good for me.” The man leans over, nuzzles his nose into your hair. “I’m sorry we haven’t had a proper introduction, I fear I got too excited... I’m Eddie.”

As if knowing his name made this situation any better. 

“Let’s start, shall we? I’ll have you fixed up in no time, a pretty wife all for me~” HIs melodic voice rang out softly in the room as he started pulling at your clothes, the baggy jumpsuit you had thrown on to blend in with the patients entirely too easy for him to rip to shreds. You didn’t want him ripping your regular clothes underneath. You didn’t want to be bare before this man.

“Please, just let me go...” You whimpered pathetically, eyes screwing shut, fingers twitching as you shook in your skin. You didn’t want to think about what he was going to do to you.

But Eddie had gone eerily quiet.

You popped an eye open, only to find the scarred man staring at you with wide eyes, mouth open, breathing heavily. He closed his jaw, opened it again, as if he was struggling to find words. “Are you....?”

“I just wanna go home.” The quiet whine falls from your lips, and that seemed to spur Eddie into action.

He’s practically tearing at your clothes, trying to get them off you as quickly as possible, frenzied, single-minded. It’s humiliating, embarrassing, terrifying- You can’t think of enough words to describe the feelings rushing through you, all of them bad, all of them traumatic. 

But then you’re laid bare, skin prickling with goosebumps in the chilly air of the hospital, and you close your eyes again and this time you sob.

“You’re a woman.”

Eddie sounds enchanted.

A single finger touches the dip in your collarbones at the base of your throat, gentle, reverently. It traces down your sternum, over your tummy, stopping right above the curls between your legs, almost as if he’s afraid to touch you there. 

“I can’t.... This is........” He’s lost for words, almost sounding choked up as he no doubt drinks in the sight of you. You wish your sobs were louder, drowning out his heavy breathing, his spell-bound blabbering. 

The lone finger leaves your skin, replaced instead by a heavy hand placed above your heart, gloved palm squeezing at the curve of your breast.  Then he’s putting his hand on the other one, mimicking the movements of the first, just feeling you. The warmth and softness of your skin, the beat of your heart, the stuttery breath in your lungs. Eddie sounds like he wants to cry himself.

“You’re perfect. My perfect darling. You’re so beautiful, I can’t even describe how-how delicious you look. I want you so bad, I need you-” He breaks off from his rambling to shove his face into the crook of your neck, wrapping an arm around your shoulders so he can cradle your head close to him as he inhales your scent. 

Everything goes to shit after that.

You can barely breathe out with how hard he fucks you, hips rabbiting into you like he might die if he doesn’t continuously bury himself deep in your cunt.  He’s kissing you hard, and you want to bite his tongue, rip off his lips with your teeth, but you still can’t fully move your arms, are scared of what he’ll do to you if you try to hurt him.

He hasn’t even undressed, just unbuttoned his slacks, pulled them low enough so that he can slide his dick free and straight into your cunt. You can feel the rough fabric of his clothes against your cheeks, see the meticulous stitches on the sleeve - it looks hand sewn.

There’s too much friction, you aren’t wet enough down there and it hurts. It aches with each violent thrust, but Eddie doesn’t seem to realize, and probably wouldn’t care either way. He’s lost in his own head, babbling out nonsense about a baby, children, a family of his own, you as his wife-

You tune it out as much as you can, pretend you’re somewhere else. The rough rocking of your body is like you’re on a boat out at sea. A cruise, you’re on a cruise, sun on your face and-

Then he’s kissing you again, and your illusion shatters.

“Pretty girl, my pretty wife. Your pussy is so tight, it’s like you want me to fuck you full of cum, breed you until you have twins-no, triplets! Imagine triplets-ah, fuck! You feel so good. Slutty little body, all for me, just for me-” He’s rambling on with glee, hips grinding faster and faster with each lewd combination of words falling from his mouth.

You just hope you can make it through. Just a little longer.

I do allow asks that build off previous works! Problem is that in coming back to Tumblr I absolutely don’t know how to work it anymore... I can’t find that writing for the life of me someone PLS help I looked through my master list and didn’t see it. 

I’ve been good but also not good so lets just say neutral?? I’ve been having lots of health problems that are kicking my butt. I love my job, school is killing me, I am no longer a virgin and have a spicy friend WOOOOOOOOOO which I am probably annoying them bc I’m so gd horny all the time but god bless them for indulging me cause WOOF 

*crawls out of hiding before every October like a diseased rat* hey guys welcome back to the shitshow hope you enjoy (:

I have too much rest and now I no longer now how to WRITE and I can’t get the horny out of my Brian!!!!!! Help!!!!!

It’s a problem fr fr

Relaxing on the couch, watching TV? He needs to pull you in his lap and knead at you tits like a cat, squishing and pulling the flesh while you feel his boner get bigger underneath you.

Trying to sleep? You know this man has a hand up your shirt and on your chest, idly playing with your nipples, kissing at your neck, grinding against your ass.

Just something about your chest gets him so hard.

He cums so fast when you're on top, bouncing on his dick, hands clutching at your ankles to stabilize yourself. Your chest jiggles so much, and he can't tear his eyes away, can't stop himself from cumming, whining about how hot you look as he blushes bright red.

When he folds you in half, hips drilling into you, he just has to lean over to catch a nipple in his mouth, suck on it like you have milk to give him. His eyes roll into the back of his head and his hips stutter before the pick up an even harder pace, making you let out little "uh-uh-uh-" in response to the rough fucking.

Kiri thinks about it... how your tits would look if they were full of milk, dripping for him. How achy you'd be, beg him to suck you dry every night so you could sleep, let him tease you a little before giving you relief.

What if you leaked, dripping milk all over his chest while riding him, running your fingers through the mess, sticking them in his mouth? Even just thinking about all of the fantasies he has, Kirishima has to jerk off - it's just too much otherwise.

You wake up to him still on top of you, hips wiggling against your own. Just rubbing his cock against your ass, not even grinding, just feeling your shape with his cock, huffing out deep breaths into your ear. Your movie is forgotten on your phone, still faintly playing in the background.

"Go-d, you're so soft honey-" He groaned, using the nickname he's always called you

"Hizashi? Wha-"

"Mh, you awake?" His movements stop briefly, long enough for him to slip to the side, manhandle you onto your back while you watch him in confusion.

"What're you doing..."

"Just... just making us feel good. Look-" Your brother is spreading your thighs, settling between them easily, bulge in his sweatpants slotting perfectly against the taunt fabric of your shorts, right over your cunt.

And god, when he moves? It does feel good.

Feels all tingly and and sharp down there, almost unexplainable. You can't help but move your hips as Hizashi grinds down against you, eyes fluttering shut.

"You like that?"

You don't answer, just sigh.

Your brother groans, reaches down with fumbling hands to push down his sweatpants, dick springing out, the head wet and shiny with pre.

It feels so much different with one less layer of clothes between you, more intense.

Doesn't take you long before Hizashi reaches down again, this time to strip you of your little pajama shorts, grunting that it's "not enough, need to see all of you honey. Oh god, you're such a pretty lil' thing-"

And then he's humping his cock right up against your pussy, all of it sticky and messy and wet, shivers going up your spine every time to fat head of his cock bumps perfectly against your clit.

You can feel yourself twitching down there, pussy clenching as Hizashi slides through your slick folds, and it's almost too much, feel's good, you can't-

And then the tip of his cock slips inside your hole, and you gasp like you've been thrown into a pool.

But Hizashi is immediately stroking your hair, cooing. "Mm, don't worry, it'll fit. You can stretch, you'll stretch. It's okay honey."

Shallow little rocks of his hips, barely popping the tip into your wet little hole before sliding it back out, both of you panting. It hurts, but it almost feels good.

You open your eyes to find your brother looking at you, glasses sliding down his nose from all the sweat, those vibrant green eyes blown out with lust.

"Oh fuck-" He chokes, before you feel him pulling out once more, wet warmth shooting on your folds. "MmI'mcumming-" Hizashi moans, eyes fluttering shut.

Has his fun by slapping your ass and making you gasp and twitch forward, unintentionally grinding against the tip of his dick. You get curious about the sensation, about how wonderful it feels on your little pussy.

It isn't long until you're grinding your hips in little circles, the head of his cock pressed tight to your fat little clit through your panties. He had stripped off his jeans, his boxers, holding his cock at the base so he could swipe it against your folds and make you moan. But then you start bouncing on your own, moving back and forth and side to side until you find the rhythm that feels oh-so-good. Makes your eyelids flutter closed as your body shakes higher and higher and-

Touya shoves you off his lap, onto the floor, and laughs.

“Thought you didn’t like it when I touch you?” He taunts, rising to his feet so he can sneer down at you with a cocky grin. One of his hands is wrapped around his cock, stroking it softly as Touya drinks in the sight of poor little you, flat on your back, humiliated, flustered, dripping through your panties.

“I-” 

“Hm? What was that?” Touya cuts you off as he drops to his knees, straddling your chest, plants a hand behind your head so he can hover over you menacingly. “Looked like you were liking it plenty just a second ago.”

You don’t even know what to say (because he’s right).

Touya grins, blue eyes leering as he situates himself just right, positioning his hips until his cock is right above your face. He’s still stroking it, and it’s almost mesmerizing, watching the skin of his balls pull up and down with each grip and twist of his hand.

He lets go, lets his dick smack against your face, and you squeal in shock. “Touya! Stop it!”

“Stop it!” He mocks, completely ignoring you to rock his hips once, twice, dragging the velvety flesh of his cock against your nose, lips, and forehead. “Shit, that feel’s fuckin’ good.”

You reach up to grab your brother, push him off of you, but Touya is too fast, grabs your wrists and wrenches them over your head until you’re spread out and helpless.

“Isn’t this nice? Just a lil’ you ‘n me time...” He groans at a particularly rough grind against your lips, the head of his cock dragging and getting caught on the curve of your upper lip, trying to slip inside your mouth. “Ngh, fuck, fuck-”

Touya gasps, lets go of your hands and sits back, shifting his weight. “Open your mouth.”

“What? Ew, Touya I’m n-”

“Open your fucking mouth if you know what's good for you.” He growls, and the look in his eyes makes your mouth drop wide open. You know if you don’t give him what he wants, then he’ll just take it.

“Good... Good girl-” He goes back to stroking his cock, jerking off in short, fast little strokes that have his thighs shaking against your sides. “Stick out your tongue too.... Oh fuck, that’s hot.”

It doesn’t take him long to cum, not even aiming for your mouth, just enjoying the view of you underneath him. You can’t help but close your eyes, cheeks flushing and stomach turning. Touya is so gross, gets away with anything he wants.

You’re always left to clean up by yourself, Touya wiping his cum-stained hand on your chest, giving your tits one last squeeze before tucking himself back into his pants. “Thanks sis, mom wants you to unload the dishwasher when you got the chance.”

It’s so casual for him, no shame to be seen. 

"Oh, shhhh, it's okay baby. I'm right here, M'gonna take care of you, don't worry-"

"Wait a minute-wai-w-w-"

"Shhh, don't think, just feel." Izuku always soothes, rubbing your back, petting your sides. His scarred fingers slip between your legs so he can rub thick knuckles against your clit through your panties, and it drives you wild.

"'Gonna cum so pretty for me, yeah?" He looks at you with the softest expression you've ever seen a man make. "You're so perfect, so good."

-----

He's so much bigger than you are, yet treats you so gently. Soft rolls of his hips as he drives a too-thick cock into your pussy, holding your hands, kissing down your neck as he whispers declarations of love into the skin there.

You try to fight, kicking and wiggling and being as horrible to fuck as you're able, but Izuku doesn't seem to notice.

"Look at me, let me see that beautiful face." Izuku is patient enough to wait for a moment, but when you refuse to turn your face and look up at him, the green-haired man grabs your chin gently, turns your neck for you. "Stop closing your eyes and let me see you." He demands.

When you refuse, he starts drilling into you harder, with more force until it hurts. Your stomach twinges with the stabbing pain and you can't help but open your eyes, already sobbing.

"There she is-" And he's slowing back down again, only putting a few inches inside, grinding at an angle until he can find that little spot inside that makes you shake and moan.

He's gentle, but only if you listen and obey.

-----

As time goes on you bend, accepting his affection with tired resignation. He's just so insistent, you'd never be able to fight him forever.

But you still try, whining when you feel his heat against your back, a hand on your hip holding you steady as he ruts against your ass.

"Mm, I'm tired.... please, not tonight." But Izuku keeps going.

"Just let me....." His sentence devolves into heavy panting, and the man has to swallow down a mouth full of spit before he can speak again, the soft curves of your body turning his brain to mush. "I won't be... won't be long. We'll go right back t'sleep."

And he does, right after he slips his cock inside while you wince and clench your teeth, the man immediately groaning, spasming as warmth fills you. He cums so quick, always ready for more. But you were tired, and he loves you, so he pets your hair, kisses your shoulder as soon as he regains his breath, stops shaking.

"Sorry baby, you just felt so good, couldn't stop myself." And he never can when it comes to you. "Love you."

Sometimes Shouto will pull you into his lap, situate the both of you until the tip of his long, slender dick (you’d never considered a cock to be pretty thing before) is nestled against your clit. Then he moves, varying between short rocking motions and a long, slow grind. It does absolutely nothing for his own pleasure other than tease. But for you? Oh, it makes you see stars, almost willing to drool at the sensation of friction dragging along your clit and the outside of your pussy. It feels so good you almost don’t mind that it’s Shouto, a man you abhor, grinding his cock against you.

When it’s time for bed, the real torture begins. A dildo stuffed inside you, bullet vibe taped to your clit and clamps adorning your nipples. Shouto while turn the vibe on and lay beside you, running his hands along your body, voice low and soft as he tells you how much he loves you, cares for you. If you weren’t bound - hands tied above your head to the headboard, feet shackled in a similar manner to the bottom of the bed frame - you’d be ripping the toys off, throwing them at your captor, your enemy. If you weren’t gagged with a pretty satin cloth, you’d be begging the man to let you go, set you free.