#tw.dc

there’s nothing quite like the feeling than when your overprotective delinquent brother holding onto you to prevent you from leaving, much to your dismay.

“I already said no.”

“I’m sorry, do you control my life?”

Baji rolls his eyes at your response question and stands up when you get closer to the door. “Sit your ass down, [Name]. You ain’t goin’ anywhere dressed like that.”

You glance down at your attire, furrowing your brows at his words. You weren’t dressed strange, in your opinion. Thigh-length skirt with thigh high socks, and white off the shoulder sweater, you thought you looked cute.

“What are you talking about?— this is cute. You act like I’m going to do some pervy shit, I’m just hanging out with Chifuyu!”

“Tch.” Baji scowls and is quick to grasp your wrist, yanking you towards him which causes you to stumble and fall into his chest.

The fanged boy uses this opportunity to wrap his arm around your waist and peer down at you, eyes narrowing, his other hand holding your wrist tightly.

“You’re dressed like a slut, that’s what I’m talking about.” He hisses, eyes glinting dangerously when he’s able to see your cleavage at the angle he had.

Your jaw drops at his words, eyes widening as a little yelp escape your lips when his hand makes contact with your ass. “Kei-!”

“Hanging out with Chifuyu in skimpy clothing? What did you plan to do, seduce him?” Baji sneers as he gropes at your ass cheek, while you squirm in his touch, trying to pull away. “Keisuke! Quit it!”

“Nah, I’m good.” Baji smirks as he moves and spins around, pushing onto the couch nearby. The impact makes your short skirt fly up to reveal your black laced panties, which causes your dear brother to lick his lips.

“You know what? You were right, you do look kinda cute.” He chuckles lowly as he crawls over you, while you try to fix your skirt frantically. “Kei, seriously, stop—!”

“Did you decide to dress like this for me?” He questions, tilting his head as one hand grabs your wrist and pulls your hand away from skirt, letting his right knee lock in between your legs so you couldn’t close them.

“You knew I’d stop you, so you dressed like this on purpose. Wanted to let your caring, protective big brother see your slutty outfit, right?”

“N-No, I swear, Keisuke, please get off of me, I-“ your pleas falls on deaf ears as Baji leans down and licks your neck slowly.

You wince and shut your eyes, feeling Baji’s free hand run up your stomach before reaching your chest and pulling down your sweater to reveal that you were braless, much to your embarrassment.

He whistles quietly at the reveal and watch them bounce lightly after pulling the sweater down,

“Keisuke, this is wrong! Get off of me already!” You cry out, feeling the red flush spreading on your cheeks at the thought of your older brother seeing you in such a state.

What you hated more, was that you could feel the arousal growing in you, at his touches.

Baji continues to ignore you, flicking one of your buds and watching it perk, hardening quickly much to his amusement.

“How dirty, your nipples are getting hard, lil’ sis.” He laughs a bit as he twists them between his fingers.

“K-Kei..” you trail off, feeling the tears brimming the corner of your eyes at the unbearable feeling within you. The wetness growing in your lower region as you try to close your thighs together, hitting Baji’s knee in the process.

“What’s wrong? It’s not the first time I’ve seen you naked.” Baji points out with a scoff, making you cry out in disbelief. “Keisuke, that’s not the point!”

“And? You wanted this, didn’t you?” Baji smirks lightly, knowing he was right. “Just look at you. A mess, wanting a good cock in you, so needy.”

He was right. You were turned on by this. No matter how embarrassing it was, but now, you didn’t care anymore.

Baji nearly coos at the sight of your teary eyes, seeing your shifting legs that ached for friction so much, you unconsciously were grinding against his knee.

“You really are cute, [Name]. So pretty~” he caresses your face gently and glancing down, you can see his growing erection in his sweats. “So desperate for your big brother’s cock, am I right?”

Suddenly feeling shy, you avert your eyes and look to the side, shutting them to avoid his and disregard the heavy blush coating your cheeks.

“Answer me, baby sis, I don’t want to hafta punish you.” Baji clicks his tongue and cups your chin, turning it to force you to face him. He leans close ans steals a quick kiss to your lips, inches away as he waits for an answer.

His body is down low enough that you can feel the outline of his cock against your thighs, causing you to light rub against it.

“I.. want....” You mumble out quietly, making Baji tsk once more.

“Tell me, or I’ll take a picture of you and send it to Chifuyu right now, and show you the little slut you are, and the reason why you’ll be cancelling plans with him.” Baji threatens, gesturing to his phone on the table next to you both.

You gulp and shut your eyes tightly, swallowing your pride and slowly open your legs spread wide for him. “I want you, Keisuke..”

Satisfied, Baji traps your lips into another sweet, lustful kiss while his eyes flash dangerously into you.

“Of course, how can I refuse when my baby sister needs me, and dressed so slutty for me?”

uh idk whatcha think? It’s my first try lol but if it’s horrible than you know why I don’t write it a lot ! :3

"You're not dad, you can't tell me what to do." Your answer is so cheeky, so bratty, and Kirishima knows you're acting up, already trying to act older than you are so you'll look cool in Bakugou's eyes.

He's having none of it.

Two strides and he's grabbing you by your elbow, hand completely encompassing your little arm. Kiri likes the almost-frightened gasp that spills out of your mouth as he yanks you close, staring down at you with knitted brows.

"You aren't going anywhere near Katsuki, he's bad news for pretty girls like you. I'm not letting him put his hands on my little sister."

Wide eyes stare back at him. "Let me go, I'm not a little kid anymore!" You shake yourself out of his grip (only because he lets you) before you smooth out your outfit with a huff. "I know what I'm doing."

Kirishima frowns. "Do you? Really?" He's irritated now. You don't know what you're getting yourself into. You don't know how Bakugou's going to treat you, going to rough you up and make you cry, drop you off home afterwards and leave Kirishima to clean up the mess he's made of you.

"You're not going."

"I don't have to do what you say Kiri." You point out. "Just 'cause mom and dad aren't home doesn't mean you get to control me. Dad said it was fine when I asked him earlier."

Your brother huffs, moves behind you until his bulk is blocking the front door, your exit. "Dad barely knows who Bakugou is. I said you aren't going, and that's final."

"Kirishima-" You're angry, eyes blazing as you stare him down. "Get out of my way."

Look at you, trying to be all tough and bossy. Bakugou would destroy you, and Kirishima can't, won't have that happen.

"He's not gentle, y'know." The redhead starts off nonchalantly, propelling his body towards your with a few easy steps.

"He'll grab you like this-" A hand at your throat, squeezing too tight for your comfort and immediately you're scrabbling at his arm, wheezing for Kiri to stop. "And he'll just laugh when you do that."

"He'll bend you over the most convenient surface, see?" He's shoving you into the kitchen, making you stumble backwards before your brother spins you around, slams you over the counter. Your toes are barely touching the ground, head spinning from the rough treatment. What was Kiri - your sweet, goofy brother - doing?

"Probably'll make fun of what you're wearing. I mean seriously, are you trying to look like a slut?" Kirishima slaps your ass where it's exposed by your tiny skirt, and you yelp, trying to scramble away. But Kirishima easily grabs your waist, keeps you in place and kicks your legs apart before forcing himself between them.

"I can see your panties, and your breasts in this little getup. Bakugou doesn't like easy girls, thinks they deserve to get fucked real rough. You ready for that?" Kirishima doesn't bother with your skirt, it's so short it's not even in his way as he runs his fingers over your panties, snapping the waistband against your skin. You're so warm.

Then a hand pushes up your shirt until it's over your chest, and your tits are smushed against the counter as Kirishima presses you flat against it. "Y'know, he might not even prep you. A real gentleman would make sure you're ready first, maybe make you cum a few times before even think of getting inside you, but not Katsuki. He'll shove in dry, tear you up and make you bleed all over the place."

Fingers push the crotch of your panties to the side, and you're whining, crying into the counter now. Begging Kirishima to stop only makes him chuckle darkly, and suddenly you feel the heat of his crotch as he presses against you, grinds the bulge in his jeans against your core.

"Crying is only gonna make him treat you worse. You know he doesn't like crybabies. You gonna cry for him just like this when he splits you apart? You'll make him go soft sweetie."

It's only when you hear the sound of a zipper do you truly start to thrash, truly scared and cowed. "I get it, I get it! 'M sorry Kiri, I won't go, I won't!" You cry, legs kicking as you push up against his hand, trying to get off the counter where he has you pinned.

Kirishima lets out a noncommittal hum, enjoying the way your frantic movement is stimulating his cock where it's pressed to your cute little pussy. You're even starting to get a bit wet, darkening his jeans.

"Please! Let me go, I'll listen, I swear-" You beg, cries choking your throat.

It feels like forever until Kiri steps away from you, lets you push yourself off the cold counter and pull your shirt over your chest, push your panties back into place and tug down your skirt.

When you turn to look at him, Kirishima almost feels bad about your puffy eyes and the tears running down your face. Almost.

"C'mere-" Is all he offers instead of an apology, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. He's still hard in his jeans.

"I just don't want to see you get hurt, that's all." Your brother explains, rubbing your shoulder as you sniffle against his chest. "Bakugou isn't boyfriend material, got it? Especially not for someone who hasn't even had their first kiss."

He can feel you nodding in understanding against him.

"I'll text him that you won't be coming, okay? Go upstairs and change. Maybe we can watch a movie or something." A pat to your head as you turn away from him, little hands wiping at the tears on your face as you start to walk away.

Kiri can still see your panties with every step you take, ass bouncing.

He's going to text Katsuki, tell him that you're completely off limits. Maybe later tonight he'll send the blonde a video to really cement that fact, you on your knees, sucking his cock. Or maybe a few different pictures of your cunt as he presses inside, a few more showing him teasing your clit with the head of his dick.

That'll get the message across, not only to Bakugou, but to you.

Kirishima's the only one that gets to touch you

"i don't understand," he says, voice flat.

you feel the head of thick cock just barely pushing into you - oh, fuck, it burns so bad - and you gulp.

"can- can we do this tomorrow?"

frustration creases in his brow. he does everything for you: he puts money in your bank account, buys you fancy dresses, takes you out to expensive dinner.

in return, he expects an obedient housewife. he expects some children. most of all, he expects a warm, wet hole, ready for him whenever he feels the need to stuff you poor little cunt full of his thick cum.

you look down nervously at his twitching cock, wrists struggling where he's got them firmly pinned down in place. he doesn't respond to your question - just pushes his cock into you slowly, stretching you open, splitting you in half. the lube lies unused on the side; your cunt feels better when it's tight, anyway. he strokes his fingers along the surface of your tummy almost reverently, even as your eyes roll back into your head and your body twitches weakly.

he grabs his cock and hesitantly drags his fingers through your folds, gathering the essences there. you stir, turning your head to the side and mumbling something mattsun can’t quite catch, but do nothing more. shuddering, he strokes it down his shaft, lubing himself up until your wetness has dripped down to his balls—he’s really so considerate, thinking about your comfort when he just wants to get inside you. you should be thankful, but he knows its stupid to expect anything other than ungratefulness from you.

mattsun shifts the weight on his hips, cringing at the creaking of the bed as he lines himself up with your pussy, hands returning to their original places on the backs of your thighs. he stifles a groan as the head catches on your hole, the promise of a warm and snug cunt making his mind spin.

“shit,” he whispers as he pushes in more, your walls stretching to squeeze his cock tighter. you feel so good—it’s really a shame that you don’t let him do this when you’re awake. he could do whatever he wanted with you if you didn’t have such a mouth on you.

as he sinks into you, the slight tingling between your legs suddenly morphs into a strange sense of discomfort that nudges your eyelids open and out of your slumber. your vision and thoughts are blurry, but as they sharpen, you become aware of deep breathing, hands on your body, and something inside you.

your voice is barely a croak, hoarse with lethargy and filled with fear. you muster, “what are you—”

mattsun’s hand immediately clamps down over your mouth, like it’s an instinct. “don’t ruin this for me,” he says simply. “i’ll cum and then i’ll leave.”

he’ll... cum? your eyes narrow in confusion and then widen in realization and he scoffs, amused at how long it’s taken you to figure things out. you really are stupid.

“mmph!” you yell something from under his palm, but it’s muffled and frankly, mattsun wouldn’t care what you had to say anyway.

your legs kick out wildly, trying to get him off of you, and he calmly takes both your ankles in his other hand, lifting them towards you chest, his grip on them tightening as he begins rocking his hips into you.

“god, this pussy,” he gasps, “this slutty fucking pussy. it’s a shame you don’t let me do this more often. ‘nstead i have to do shit like this, fuck you when you’re sleeping like the whore you are.”

tears are streaming down your face now, your hands are balled up into fists and pounding at his chest—they do absolutely no damage because you’re too weak with sleep. he shrugs them off like they’re nothing.

then a harsh slap! noise that fills the room and makes the air still as you land a hit on his cheek, making his head turn. for a second, there’s silence: the calm before the storm.

and then the booming of thunder breaks the quiet and a flash of lightning spotlights bared teeth and an infuriated gaze.

you freeze—he’s pissed, teeth gritting and eyes set in a deathly glare. the hand on your mouth releases your face and you’re barely able to sputter for air when it clamps down on your neck, leaving you breathless again.

“you fucking bitch,” he snarls, fingers digging into your windpipe. “always got to make things hard. always got to keep me from getting what i want.”

you claw at his arms, black spots dotting your vision as your inhales get shallower and shallower. “mattsun,” you wheeze. “stop, i can’t breathe.”

he hums. “well if you black out, at least you won’t be a bother anymore.” his cock thrusts into you as your throat closes up, and your eyes roll back into your head in a sick combination of pain and pleasure.

you don’t remember much after that.

“hey.” mattsun’s gentle voice coaxes you out of your sleep as his hand comes up to brush the hair out of you face. “are you okay?”

you can only manage a nod, a sharp pain ripping through your head even as you do that, and try to sit up, his hands coming onto your sides to aid you. as soon as you’re situated, back against the headboard, he hands you an uncapped waterbottle, silently encouraging you to drink it.

“for your throat,” he explains. 

you nod, letting the cool liquid soothe your raw voice. it’s hard, a dull and sore feeling spreading throughout your body as you swallow, but you fight through it.  

you don’t even realize that you’re crying until mattsun’s thumb wipes away a tear from you cheek.

“hey,” he murmurs, tilting your head towards him. as you make eye contact, your lower lip wobbles and a fresh set of tears accumulates at your waterline. his jaw tenses and he pulls you in close, letting your head fall onto his shoulder and arms wrap around his waist. “hey.”

your body jerks in his hold with every sob—you just feel so tired, so used. you enjoyed it then, but right now, you just feel so empty and it hurts.

his fingers thread through your hair, and you relax into the sensation, letting something fuzzy replace the dark thoughts in your brain. “i love you, you know that?”

slightly bringing your head away, you open your mouth to speak, voice trembling. “so i’m not a whore? i’m not a bitch or anything?”

mattsun’s face softens and his hands come up to cradle your face. “no baby, no no no, of course not. i don’t mean any of those things.”

he says it with such sincerity that your chest warms, and you let your heavy head land in his embrace. “really?”

“really,” he insists. “you’re so beautiful, so kind, so smart—i’d be an idiot to think you’re anything less than perfect, alright? i don’t and i’ll never mean any of the bad things i say to you. i swear.”

a small smile graces your lips. “okay.”

“okay,” he repeats, hands moving to your hips with the intention of hoisting you up. “now let’s get you all clean and washed up.”

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yknow what? i actually think dabi's a sick little masochist. i know he gets written as a sadist more on this site, but this is a man who actively uses his quirk even though it hurts him every time(if this isn't true don't come at me i haven't read my hero in years). he clearly has a higher - a different - pain tolerance from most others.

so that's why you gotta kick it up a notch.

every time you hear that sickening crunch, your cunt pulses with pleasure. he's holding on by a thread - any more and you bet he'll be openly sobbing. wouldn't that be such a pretty sight? his skin is beginning to purple in the places you've hit him, and you think that shard of white below his knee might actually be a broken bone sticking out.

oops.

whenever you do this to him, he always gets this manic, crazed look in his eyes. he struggles so desperately beneath the ropes you've bound him up in, but when he looks at you, eyes gleaming and voice hoarse from screaming, there's only one word that leaves his lips:

Him picking out your outfits every morning, not trusting you to do it because “Your taste is shit.” but really you know it’s because he likes getting to lord over your life and control every aspect of it.

It’s humiliating when he’ll ask you out of the blue “You need to go potty or some shit?” if you so much as twitch around him. Humiliating how he ignores your refusal, how he drags you to the bathroom and holds the stupid frilly dress he made you wear up and out of the way while you sit on the toilet. He even washes your hands for you afterwards.

Bakugou won’t let you watch any “scary shit”, only cartoons or planet earth or listen to soothing music so you won’t get riled up. “Don’t want you getting any stupid ideas in that dumb little head.” he says when he turns you down as you beg him to let you watch something that you actually like.

Blondie giving you baths and scrubbing you down, washing your hair for you and keeping an eagle eye on the water level so there’s no risk of you drowning. Again, you’re a fully grown adult, but Bakugou seems to only see you as a child.

You wish that would extend to keeping his disgusting hands off you, keep him from playing with your “princess parts” Whenever he feels like it. Wish it would keep him from getting distracted while bathing you.

Sometimes you’re pretty sure he spills your food on your on purpose, just so he can have an excuse to strip your out of your shirt and leave you in your bib with naked skin underneath.

It’s disgusting how he holds you, bounces you on his knee to “calm you down” even though you know he just wants to grind you against his thigh, get you hot and bothered so you won’t fight as much when he forces you to lick his cock “as a treat” later. 

A small, bouncy nod lets him know that yes, you would like some cocoa. You didn’t even know there was cocoa in the cabin, already the taste of the warm chocolate is ghosting across your tongue.

“Use your words-”

It’s a warning, but the softest one you’ve ever received from him. There’s no tightening of the hand around your neck, no harsh glare or angry rumble from his chest that convinces you to obey.

“Could I... Could I have some cocoa please?”

“Hm, good job baby, stay here while I go get it.”

The uncharacteristic mildness of his mood almost makes you nervous. Is this the calm before the metaphorical storm? 

Bakugou hefts himself out of his chair with a grunt, taking his steaming coffee along as the screen door creaks shut behind him. You draw your feet up onto your chair, wrapping your flannel closer as the rain poured down.

It smells so good here, out in the wild. Nothing but fresh air and pine trees, soft earth and clear water running through streams. Such a perfect place. If you were here under different circumstances...

Staring out blankly, you shivered as a gust of wind blew rain under the porch and onto your face. There was nothing in front of your gaze except for the little clearing that Katsuki called the front yard, a stack of wood off to one side, nothing but miles and miles of forest beyond that. There was no one but you and him.

A thought dares to enter your mind, but survival instinct immediately rushes to tamp it down, bury it, extinguish the desire before it can take root. 

What if you ran?

Toes skittering across the wood of the porch as you took off, into the rain, into the forest. 

Freedom, at least for a brief moment.

Rain in your face, wetting your hair and making the earth muddy beneath your feet. Air filling your lungs without the smell of Bakugou nearby, body moving, heart pumping with excitement and hope and-

You snap out of your fantasy as you hear the kettle clatter inside, head turning to look through the window, immediately meeting red eyes as they stare out at you.

Katsuki’s leaning against the counter, one arm tucked across his chest as the other brings his coffee to his lips, sipping from the mug. The kettle’s on the stove beside him heating up as he watches you, those sharp eyes of his gleaming over the edge of his mug.

He’s dangerous.

Even in his softness, in these rare moments when he doesn’t swear or yell or hurt you by grabbing you too harshly. There’s a promise of pain if you even tried to run - he’d hunt you down, push you into the mud and make you regret.

You quickly turn back to the rain, unable to take the eye contact, the unwavering focus he has on you. 

When Katsuki comes back. you’re still in the same spot, cuddled in the chair and looking out at the rain. A warm mug is pushed into your hands, chapped lips pressing briefly to your forehead and Katsuki mutters a quiet “Here ya go, made it all sweet for ya.”.

You wish you could throw it right back in his face. 

But you’ve learned, through trial and error and hurt, how to act.