Pairing: Nymph hybrid!Natsuo x f!reader, ft. Salamander!Enji
Tags/tw: incest, fae creatures—but physique is just human with magical features, referenced/nonexplicit noncon (Enji), manipulation (Natsuo), implied corruption/virgin reader, pining, i love Natsuo and I kind of wrote him into an inferiority complex tell me what you think, also forced infidelity but not really? You’ll see what I mean
WC: 3.5k
A/N: This is for the Underground server’s Mythic/Fae Collab, I’m a teensy bit late bc I basically did a rewrite bc I was unhappy with the first result but it’s fine its fine. Anyways, in the taglist below I bolded the @’s that wouldn’t tag. Please check out my taglist update/removal form if you need to make any changes!
Natsuo tries to watch the ceremony before him.
It’s a happy day, a day of jubilation for the clan. The chieftain’s youngest daughter is getting bonded today, and to one of the best hunter’s no less. He’s supposed to be happy, happy for you, but it’s impossible. He keeps a smile painted on his face whenever you meet his eyes, but his eyes flicker to the object of his inner turmoil whenever you return to the celebrations, nuzzling up to your new mate with shining eyes.
Enji, the Salamander Chieftain, and his ever-present scowl, the flames wreathing his figure dancing and twisting in the air. His father. Any among the clan would attest that this is always how he appears, but Natsuo knows better. When you want something, you keep your eyes on it—so Natsuo knows every little tick, every microexpression the elemental chieftain possesses. The way his flames move now indicate his displeasure, those piercing eyes of his never once leaving his daughter. Any father would be pleased to marry his daughter off to a hunter like Bakugou Katsuki. Despite being younger, the explosive Salamander had earned his place as your suitor. Strong, fierce, he would be able to protect you, and provide. His bond to you would strengthen the clan.
But that means nothing to a spirit as possessive as Enji.
plot: being a todoroki has never been an easy journey, and being the quirkless twin sister of shoto even less so. but your love for your family makes all the hardships worth it–except for the fact that your brothers have their own ideas on how your love should be defined.
series cw: incest/twincest/yandere/noncon
chapter cw: dubcon/mentions of abuse / fem reader, pov switching (reader/natsuo), masturbation, voyeurism, dry humping, somnophilia, panty stealing/sniffing, jealous behavior, mention of breeding, endeavor-specific misogyny.
wc: 5.3k
(also tagging @tomurasprincess for supporting me and my endeavors ❤)
Natsuo always tried so hard to make you happy, but it always ended up rendering him miserable in the end. He always made some mistake, he would fuck up somewhere along the way, and that familiar feeling of uselessness would creep in on him like a hot shower slowly growing colder.
But luckily for you, the shame of being born a failure was never something you had to suffer through, at least not alone, and not until his father demanded another child from his poor mother. He was so young when they told him about you and your brother, and your ultrasound picture hung on the fridge for the longest time, yours and Shoto’s hands intertwined like you were supporting each other even before you were born. He loathed to think of what you might have suffered had Shoto not been so perfect to his father’s expectations, and instead he was so satisfied that he’d finally got a success that you never had to worry. Shoto carried that burden for you, but even as the young man sat across from him at the table today, freshly twenty-one, it was hard to believe those days were so long ago.
“Lost in thought?“
He balked at Shoto’s comment, but really, there was little to worry about. He knew nothing of Natsuo’s secret, but he could tell when his siblings, and especially you, were pondering some great thought–he said it was a twin thing, but with that deadpan expression of his Natsuo could never really tell.
It had started small, after all. Just a few months ago he had started to feel differently about you, but not as if he had lost some of his affection for his younger sister. One might think that after you spent a couple years overseas to intern under a hero up north, that perhaps your relationship wouldn’t be as strong after so much time away. But you left as a sweet, kind, naïve young lady and returned as a woman, mature and gentle and so much like your beloved mother. It had been then that these feelings that had been growing inside him became too real, once he had hugged you upon your arrival back home and immediately felt himself grow stiff.
Your shoes slipped off easily, your purse even more so when you’d been carrying it all day throughout the office. It was a small one, an independent hero agency, one whose name people often balked at when you told them where exactly you worked.
He was in love with you, deeper than what a brother should ever feel for their sister. But he still was, and always would be….at least, that’s what it felt like to him.
AHHHHH H THIS WAS SO GOOD HOLY SHIT. I desperately needed this in my life. The hints that Shouto is yandere as well and being kinda manipulative to get her into bed - yessss gimme. Loved getting to head Natsuo’s twisted thoughts about his sweet sister, and reader choosing to masturbate with his toothbrush - so fucking delicious. I cannot wait to read the next part
Notes: been a MINUTE since I wrote Toji mmmmm… anyway this is for @httptamaki‘s anniversary birthday collab!! So honoured that u let me join bb thank u so much I hope u like the fic!! Be sure to read everyone else’s work too
Synopsis: Toji Fushiguro is a wonderful person and boss, or so you thought. After an argument with his son, you begin to see a side to him you didn’t know he had.
Mr. Fushiguro was a marvellous man to be under the employ of. He didn’t rule with an iron fist, he never got angry or disrespected his staff. He was a gentleman through and through, suave, sophisticated and composed. It made your heart ache when you realised everyone else in the office had forgotten his birthday. It was unfortunate that his birthday fell on the same night as the biggest office party of the year, New Year’s Eve. While everyone was getting drunk, photocopying their behinds on the machines and kissing under the leftover Christmas mistletoe; Mr. Fushiguro was sitting silently in his office doing paperwork. You didn’t enter, but you could clearly picture him in your mind with a pen in one hand and a tumbler of whiskey in the other.
You were sitting on your desk outside of Mr. Fushiguro’s office. A few of the men who had some Dutch courage in their system had approached and propositioned you, but you turned them down instantly and they backed off. People in the office didn’t usually bother communicating with you on a day-to-day basis since you were justMr. Fushiguro’s secretary. They saw you as nothing but a skirt and a pet to him, but it wasn’t like that. He respected you and was appreciative of everything you did for him. It was hard to not feel the blood fill and warm up your soft cheeks whenever he complimented you.
plot: working the night shift at the local gas station means you encounter some odd clientele, but none as odd as the guy in the hood with the sinister smile.
cw:noncon/stalking/violence/yandere / fem reader, rough sex, car sex, public sex, blood, mild choking, cumming inside
The lights flickered overhead, the sterile white bulbs casting a pale, artificial glow over the counter. The late shift at the local gas station had never felt like a particularly safe occupation, but you were one more missed rent payment from being evicted from your apartment, and facing stale expressions one after the other as they paid for their gas was better than facing one on the street when you were homeless. Most of them were older men, truckers, and the occasional suburban father with offset glasses and excitable children at his hip begging for candy from the shelf in front of you. Sometimes you had creeps, but they often did nothing more than stalk around the store with their eyes on you for awhile, before handing you their credit card and hoping your fingers brushed theirs when you swiped it.
Aside from the clientele, it really hadn’t been such a terrible job. You tried to stock the shelves only when there wasn’t someone there, since theft and robbery was a high risk for a place like this, but you hadn’t had one yet in the few months you’d been here. And when nobody pulled up to the pumps, you had some time to yourself to scroll through your phone and check your notifications.
At least, that was the norm for you. It wasn’t often that you had someone come in so late without the hurry of an empty gas tank needing to be filled, but the bell above the door chimed and you lowered your phone to place it carefully on the shelf beneath the top counter, where you now had to sit up from leaning on to wait for whoever it was to get their stuff and leave. You didn’t catch a glimpse of them, but they moved silently enough through the shelves that your mind deemed them harmless enough. The scary ones were always the ones with heavy steps, the ones who stomped up to the counter to thrust their payment at you and whose aura threatened you with a violent bark if you so much as fumbled with your words.
The hooded guy that stepped up to your counter was not that person. He was something….else.
Omg yesssss this was so damned good. Love how you wrote Shigaraki, so brutal and creepy but with those little touches to show that he’s obsessed with reader like the “for my baby” can. And the implication that he’ll be back - yes please omg furslhfshlllhfa.
Right, Gojo Satoru doesn’t believe in love. But you make him happy, so unbearably happy that it scares him how afraid he is to wake up one day and find you gone.
Warnings: Yandere themes, mentions of gore/violence & guns, ‘NSFW’, ‘smut’, dark themes (slight mentions of past abuse, suicide & cheating), extreme possessive/obsessive behaviour
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The first time you meet him, he tries to buy the last strawberry sliced cake that you were both eyeing for triple its price.
“Hey, I saw that first.” A youthful voice, clear and bright.
The wooden tongs, hovering carefully over the cake freezes. It nearly slips out of your fingers when a hard body jostles against your elbow and you blink in surprise at the force before righting yourself in mild annoyance.
Silently, you turned to face the culprit. A dark blue baseball cap and a pair of dark tinted sunglasses perched on the elegant bridge of his nose that shields his gaze. He’s absurdly tall, enough so that you had to crane your neck up in order to look properly at his face. You swear you catch a hint of silver that gleams teasingly underneath the shadows of his cap.
You blink again and he clicks his tongue. “Are you going to take it?”
“Would you take it if I didn’t?” You said slowly, pondering your next words. Curious eyes flicker over his outfit, he’s dorned in black from head to toe, leaving only a silver of his collarbones peeking out the collar.
Damnnn, your writing is amazing and I absolutely loved this. You wrote yandere Gojo so damned well and so subtle that when the reveal with him beating the shit out of that customer happened, I went “oh fuck, yeah this is Mafia AU and yandere Gojo.” But it made absolute sense and I could feel reader’s horror at finding out the truth. Seriously well done
Warnings: slight knife play, implied noncon at the end, gn reader
You were so scared, shaking in the chair he’d tied you to. He almost felt bad, seeing you tear up as everything became clear to you. If he was a better person, if he wasn’t already used to his captives crying and begging for mercy, he would let you go, help you get away from all the bad men like himself, but he was selfish.
After all, in a world of monsters you had to assert yourself or else he would be in the same position you were in.
In a way, you were different than all the others that were in this position before you. He didn’t get annoyed by your pleas, maybe it was because you’re the only one that’s actually not done anything wrong. He didn’t have the urge to carve into your skin.
Nanami never had a captive so… “Pretty.” He mumbled, rough hand running through your hair, fingers brushing against your scalp before twisting a handful of it and making you look up at him.
“You’ve got yourself in quiet the predicament,” he told you softly, his other hand moving to wipe away the tears that spilled out of your wide doe eyes. “When someone steals from us, we don’t just kill the person who did it. We get rid of the whole family, so the problem is wiped out. Do you understand?” He chuckled when you nodded your head.
“It should be simple,” he admitted. “All the others were easy, but such a pretty thing doesn’t deserve a fate like that. I’m sure the boss won’t mind, what he doesn’t know won’t kill him. Even if he does find out, he’d understand. He can appreciate beauty when he sees it.”
Fucking Gojo, just the thought of his boss made him want to roll his eyes. As much as he couldn’t stand him, he did have a slight respect for him. The reason he stayed working for him. That, and it paid awfully well.
“Please,” you choked back a sob as he pulled out his knife, the one you were positive has taken out many. “I don’t have any money, but I’ll try to pay you back some way…”
“I know you will.” He smiled, his knife trailing down your shirt, slowly ripping it apart. “There’s plenty of ways you can repay me. Starting right now.”
SHIT THIS WAS GOOD AND THOSE LAST FEW LINES HAD ME SCREAMING.
