#tw.infantilization

You shake your head, or try to as he holds you in place. “It’s—”

He tightens his grip and you’re cut off as your lips purse together. “It is,” he says. “You should know better by now. You need something and I’ll take care of it.” He lets go of your chin as he pinches your cheek instead. “Don’t hurt your pretty little head, baby.”

You had been trying to leave. You had been trying to see…see someone. Someone else. You almost can’t remember because Ran is back in front of you and guiding you back to your room.

“What’s wrong with her?” Rindou’s voice. You turn to look but Ran pushes you forward past the door.

“My girl’s just being a little stupid again. I’ll fix it.”

“That’s so fucked—” you don’t hear what else Rindou says because Ran shuts the door behind you both.

He makes you sit on the bed, shoving one of the stuffed animals he’s bought into your hands. You clutch it automatically. A small comfort in the face of the man controlling your life. A comfort he offered.

“Baby,” he coos at you again, thumb stroking your cheek. “What were you thinking?” There’s a pause. A moment where he finally lets you answer.

“I was going out—”

“Out?” His tone hardens. “It’s dangerous out there, baby. You know how many people want to hurt you? How many would use you against me? I’m protecting you, pretty.” His hand slips down to your neck, thumb pressing in under your jaw. “Unless you’re trying to get hurt. Are you?”

“I’m not! I’m just—”

“Just being stupid. My dumb little girl.”

“Don’t.” You smack his hand away. “Don’t call me that! I’m not stupid! I have other friends.”

“Had. You had other friends. All you have now is me.” He leans in, brushing his lips against yours. “That’s not so bad, is it? You know I just want to take care of you. Why you fighting it?” He dig his hand into your hair, tugging it back to tilt your head up. “Don’t I treat you well?” He asks, pressing a kiss against your neck, so soft you almost don’t feel it. “Don’t I give you everything you need?”

“You trap—”

“Ah, ah, ah…” he warns, pulling back to look you in the eyes. “My baby is sounding ungrateful now. After everything I do for you.”

“You treat me like a child!” You finally snap. It has been weeks of taking this behaviour, trying to play it off as him being overprotective, but it has reached it’s boiling point. You can’t let it continue. “I’m not—”

His hand snaps forward, tightening on your throat while the other shoves his thumb into your mouth and presses down on your tongue. It’s enough to make you stop, holding you in place with the threat. You choke on your own words, glaring up at him.

“Not what? Needy?” He demands. “You think you can take care of yourself? That you don’t need what I give you?” He uses his fingers under your jaw, still pressing harder on your tongue, to make you move forward off of the bed. You follow because you have to, because he has you in place and you’re falling down to your knees before him, still clutching the stupid stuffed animal you can’t seem to let go of. “Why don’t you prove it, baby? Prove you don’t want what I offer.”

He shoves his thumb in a little further, enough to nearly make you gag. You should pull back. You should shove him away and run as far as possible. Away from this man who is taking over your life. You feel a little hazy though when he has you like this, on your knees with his fingers in your mouth and holding a toy like you’re a child. You hate feeling like this but you can’t move.

Ran easily pulls his cock out of his pants with one hand. You should know better than think he’ll let this go. He gazes down at you, smiling softly. “Open, pretty.” He presses down with his thumb and your mouth opens automatically.

The weight of his cock on your tongue is familiar and heavy. He replaces his thumb with it, digging his fingers into your hair at the back of your head. He pulls you forward. Your mouth fills with him and you suck almost out of instinct. He groans and it makes your stomach flutter.

“You see?” He murmurs, gaze soft as he looks down on you. He’s touching you like you’re something delicate. “How quickly you take me like you’re meant to. So greedy for what I offer, aren’t you?”

You can’t answer, frustrated tears building up in your eyes as you move back and forth, sucking on his cock as he guides you with the hand in your hair.

“And yet you complain and complain, acting like I’m cruel for taking care of you. For giving you what you want. You should be grateful.” His fingers dig in and he yanks you forward, keeping your mouth pressed against the curled hair as he forces you to take all of him. You choke, tears finally falling. You struggle but Ran is stronger than you and he keeps you there.

The moment your teeth brush against his skin, desperate for air, he pulls back. You gasp for breath until he moves, digging his thumbs into the joints of your jaw. It forces your mouth open and you cry out at the pain of it. He shoves his cock back in, fucking your face as hard and as far as he can go. “You don’t want me being nice? I don’t have to be. You see? I can be fucking mean, baby. That what you want? Fuck—” He groans again, holding your close, nose pressed against his pubes. He finally lets go, shoving you away.

You fall back, crying as you struggle to breathe.

“Make your choice. You gonna stop fighting and let me take care of you, baby?”

You can’t answer. Instead, you curl around the stuffed animal, wiping the drool off of your mouth into it’s fur. You still feel his cock in your mouth and part of you wants it back, wants to take him over and over just so he’s happy. You want to keep the weight in your mouth. God, you hate that you feel like that.

Ran sighs, looking at you in disappointment. “Still need proof, don’t you?” He hikes you up by your armpits and tosses you on the bed. You bounce slightly, stuffed animal still in your arms. “Go on,” he motions towards you. “Touch yourself. I wanna see you cum, baby, all by yourself. Show me you don’t need me.”

You shake your head. You already feel overwhelmed. Your jaw hurts and your knees are sore and you don’t want to give him what he wants. You don’t want to do anything, not when you already feel needy and wanting.

“I’m not asking.”

You sniffle and nod. You tell yourself that you’re doing what he wants because you don’t want to be hurt, but shame curls in your gut at the knowledge that part of you just doesn’t want to disappoint him. It doesn’t take much to shimmy your pants and underwear down just enough that you can slip your hand between your legs. You’re soaked. Of course you are. You press your thighs together, thinking maybe you can fake it and get out of this, but Ran knows you better than that.

You’re yanked down towards him as he pulls at your pants, tugging them off of you.

“Ah ah,” he chides, “you know better, baby. I want to see you.”

He throws them to the side, eyes focused on you.

You swallow tightly, still fucking clinging to the stuffed animal with one hand. Why can’t you let that shit go? It’s not going to save you, not going to protect you, but Ran’s gaze goes soft as he watches you hold it like a talisman while your other hand moves to touch yourself.

“Look at you,” he coos as your legs spread for him to see. “So fucking wet already. You’re dripping, pretty.”

He kneels there, on the edge of the bed, stroking his cock slowly while he watches the way you rub your clit. You try not to moan but you can’t help it, can’t help but whine in frustration as one finger, than two, than three…aren’t enough. You can’t reach deep enough, you can’t move fast enough. You squirm on the bed, trying so hard to reach that peak, to prove that you can take care of yourself…and you barely get close.

It feels good but you’re edging yourself and you both know it. It remains elusive and you fall back, panting and trying not to let the tears fall because why can’t you do it? You used to! You used to cum by yourself all the time before you met him. And now…

You blink back tears as you look at him, at the pleased expression on his face. Your fingers hurt from your efforts and you move them from between your thighs, feeling exhausted and desperate.

Ran moves, leaning over you. He holds himself up with one arm as he fits himself between your legs. He takes the hand that’s slick with your essence and licks your fingers. He sucks them clean one by one and you can’t help but let out a needy whine. You can feel him, so close to where you need him. He could do it. He could reach what you couldn’t. His hands and his cock were longer than your fingers.

“Shhh,” he murmurs. “It’s okay. It was too much, wasn’t it?” He sounds patronizing and soft all at once. “You should know better than to do it yourself, little one. Why did you even try?”

You don’t know what to say. There’s nothing to say.

Ran kisses you, soft and gentle. Another illusion added to the world he’s creating with you. He adjusts your leg to hook around his hip and slowly presses in, making your eyes roll back as you moan at finally feeling full.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

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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.