Hi! I Saw Your Kirishima Wedding Post And Was Wondering If You Wrote For Todoroki? It's Like A Proposal

Hi! I saw your kirishima wedding post and was wondering if you wrote for Todoroki? It's like a proposal but Todoroki and Reader are best friends and his dad doesn't like reader. And one day they're having fun, and Todoroki just says "I have an idea. How about we get married?" And it's random, he was probably mad at his dad and maybe had secret feeling for reader, that they reciprocate, they're like 18, probably still in UA and run off and get married. And if it's not to much may I please ask for his dad's reaction and class 1-A's reaction to being told they ran off one night and just got hitched lmao

you are brilliant nonny, so sorry it's taken so long to get to this! i was on hiatus and have now returned, i hope this is worth the wait ily

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There are many truths in this world. Among them are horrid nightmarish things, like hate and doom, death and dread. Enji Todoroki hates you. But also, among them are love and lust, creation and joy. Shoto Todoroki loves you.

You are laying in the floor of Shoto's dorm room, it's after hours. The world outside is oppressive, the air is thick with judgment beyond the walls you and your best friend are locked behind. Soon you will graduate, soon you will be a rescue hero. You will achieve what you've lived for all these years, you'll pull victims from burning buildings, you'll supervise evacuations during natural disasters, you'll be constantly working in the background to make sure citizens are safe. Your quirk allows temporary manipulation of time, it's not flashy and you've never cared to make it appear that way. You've never been bells and whistles, you will never be the publicized hero everyone looks up to. Shoto, however, he will be all of that. He will be on the front lines protecting citizens from threats that walk among them. You will clear the area for him and heroes like him, and he will take it from there. You will tend to the wounded, and he will make sure you won't have more to tend to. At the end of the day, it will be his name in the news. You will both be busy; you will probably lose your best friend to those 'long days' your hero mother complains about so often.

That's still a month or so away. Tonight, you evade fate. Tonight, you are not the hero Shoto and the rescue hero Full Stop. Tonight, you are Shoto, the teenager, and Y/n, his best friend.

"Y/n, do you think we'll be good?" Shoto asks, staring at the ceiling as he lays beside you.

"Good what?" You turn to look at the side of Shoto's face, studying his profile and committing every sharp edge to memory.

"Just good," he doesn't even glance at you, and his face gives away no emotion. "I want to be good."

You hum in acknowledgement, closing your eyes as you think over his question. Your knee-jerk response is to assure him that yes obviously you're both going to be good, but he's worth more than that. He deserves introspection. Finally, you open your eyes again to find him staring at you. "Yes." You say, a sense of finality in your voice. "We will be good."

His eyes flicker over your face for a moment, as though looking for any possible hesitation in your features, then he nods, seemingly satisfied. "It's been a long three years." Shoto says, his voice barely above a whisper. He doesn't look away from you, just keeps his eyes locked on yours.

"Yes," you agree, reaching forward to push a strand of hair out of his eyes, "It has been a very long three years. We've almost made it, you know. Do you know where you'll start out?"

"Mm," now he does look away, face distorting in evident discomfort. "I'll be with my father's agency, for now."

"I see." There's nothing else to respond with, other than perhaps 'my condolences,' but that hardly seems appropriate in the presence of your best friend's grief. Suddenly his question makes much more sense. "You will be good," you assure him, "You are good."

He says nothing, but his hand finds yours between the two of you. Your fingers intertwine, and you do not comment on how his fingers twitch. You hold his hand, and you keep studying the features of the one person you feel at home next to, and soon you speak again. "We never got to be children."

"No, we didn't," Shoto admits with a sigh, squeezing your hand before he stands up. "Would you like to be children tonight?"

You stare up at him in slight shock, eyes flickering between his face and the hand he's outstretched to you. Your smile is crooked and warm and all things good as you take his hand. He pulls you up with more force than necessary, and you end up stumbling into him. He's the only one who's ever managed to make you stumble, and you think maybe it's because you trust him to catch you.

"Let's go then," Shoto says, because of course you don't even have to say anything for him to know your answer. He leads you out of his room, checking that no one's around before the two of you trek down to the common room.

You're the only ones still awake this late at night, so you make sure the volume on the tv is turned down sufficiently low as you sit together. He turns on the television, and he finds the most inane, childish film available.

"I'm not quite sure what happens now," Shoto admits twenty minutes in, squinting at the screen in confusion. "Isn't this meant to be funny?"

"Yes, I'm not seeing the appeal either." You sigh and reach for the remote, turning off the television. "We could try baking. Isn't that something teenagers do together? Cookies?"

He nods solemnly. "Yes, that happens often in the manga I read."

"Excellent, to the kitchen we go, then." You lead the way, this time, pulling Shoto along by the wrist.

This time it really is fun. You play music through your earbuds, sharing with Shoto as you work side by side. You both try your hardest to be quiet, so no one wakes up, leaning in to mumble comments in one another's ear, then snickering as you try to hold back your laughter. Soon your cookies are safely in the oven, and the two of you are covered in various ingredients. You turn toward one another, dissolving into quiet laughter when you see the mess you've made of one another. The music continues to play in your ears, and the laughter leaves you breathless as you wipe away a smudge of flour from Shoto's cheek.

"This is very fun," You admit, beaming. "I don't believe I've ever made a mess like this before. My mother would have killed me."

Shoto laughs, threading gentle fingers through your hair to get rid of the flour and sugar you'd somehow managed to get in it. "I don't think I have, either. I never saw the point."

"We are... a mess." You remark, and laughter falls from your lips following the last word. All barriers fall down, tomorrow does not exist when you allow yourself to fall against Shoto.

"We are, aren't we?" Shoto sighs, but he doesn't push you off of him. Quite the opposite, actually, he wraps a single arm around you. "It would be nice if we could have this often. Moments come and go so very quickly."

"I could freeze time for a moment, if you'd like," You offer, not bothering to look up.

"No, no, I think I've a better idea." Finally, Shoto pushes you away, holding you at arm's length and forcing you to meet his eye by tipping your head up by the chin. "What if we got married?"

Time literally stands still as you stare at Shoto, the timer on the oven freezes at three minutes. You're so shocked you've activated your quirk. Once you realize you quickly deactivate, then you're quickly addressing Shoto. "What? Have you gone mad? We aren't even dating-We're barely eighteen!"

"Wouldn't it be wonderful, though?" Shoto says, for once throwing all caution to the wind. "Would it be so horrid? To be married to me?"

In truth, no, it wouldn't be horrid at all. It would be brilliant. To know you'd never have to leave Shoto's side for longer than a day of work... To know that you would be connected by more than fate, that sounds truly wonderful. It would be an honor to love and be loved by Shoto Todoroki, but you can't help but wonder where this has come from. "Is this because of what your dad said the other day? That you shouldn't waste your time with me? Because, Sho, that doesn't give you permission to waste your life on me."

"No, it's nothing to do with that. Pissing off my father is only an added bonus. And it wouldn't be a waste, nothing with you is a waste." God, he sounds so sure, so certain that he wants a life with you.

"You've not given me a ring," you say simply, quietly. "And is my first kiss to be at the altar?"

He surprises you for a second time, then, by pressing his lips against yours so gently you think maybe you're going to wake up any moment, this whole night another dream. "I can get you a ring," he says, holding onto you by the shoulders. "I can get you whatever you want, I can be whatever you want."

"I think I just want you." It's hard to admit out loud, you'd only recently come to terms with it yourself. "God, you've really gone mad."

He grins, a true unfiltered grin that is so rare from Shoto. How could you ever deny that grin? "I think I lost my mind a long time ago."

"I think I may be even more insane than you," You whisper, gravitating back toward Shoto's lips. "Because I think I'm going to say yes."

He kisses you again, and he only pulls away when the timer for your cookies goes off. You're shocked into another round of laughter, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. You watch in quiet introspection as he pulls the cookies from the oven. When Shoto turns back to you, he's met with more questions.

"When will we get married? Who will we invite?"

"Tonight," the response is immediate, "We'll get married tonight. We'll go to one of those twenty-four-hour chapels, just the two of us. I'll get you a plastic ring for now, then I'll buy you whatever you want later. Unless you want a big wedding, in which case I suppose I could make a few calls..."

This time you kiss him, knocking him out of his thoughts. "I never cared for lavish parties, I think it would be perfect, just the two of us."

The two of you pack your book-bags for an overnight trip before sneaking out of the dorms. Your heart is racing as your brain begins to catch up with just what the two of you are going through with. You don’t think you’ll have any regrets, but what about him? You have to be sure that this isn’t a fucked act of rebellion he’ll regret come sunrise.

You grab his arm before he gets all the way over the fence, worrying your bottom lip. “Are you sure about this?”

He stares in silence for a moment, then offers a calm smile as he takes your hand off his arm. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” Then he’s bailing over the side of the fence, and you can’t help but laugh when he falls on his ass.

You follow after him, and the two of you share a wild glance before you’re running off into the night.

Soon enough you’re at some gimmicky chapel in the next town over, and they’ve not yet recognized either of you. They believe you’re just another pair of young lovers, running away together. For a moment you let yourself believe that, too.

Adrenaline pumps through your veins as you stand in front of Shoto, your best friend and confidant for the past three years. You’ve spent your whole lives restrained by tradition, it’s fitting that you find yourselves here now. You’re getting married as your first date, you have plastic rings you won from a claw machine in the mall, a man dressed as the main character from a popular manga is officiating your wedding.

You seal your fate with a kiss, and just like that you’re the first of your friends to get married.

“My mom’s going to beat my ass for letting her miss this,” you say through joyful laughter, leaning against Shoto.

He snorts at that, tracing shapes on your back. “If my father werent so concerned with image, I believe he would disown me.”

“If only you could be so lucky.”

You have to stop Shoto from uploading a picture to his social media right there. You owe it to your friends to let them hear the news from the two of you. He agrees, albeit reluctantly, and you begin the journey back to school. You make it in time for your first class, and no one really questions where you were at breakfast. When Ochako notices the ring on your finger, however, everything goes to shit.

“Y/n, you don’t wear jewelry. Where’d that ring come from?” She asks, head tilted to the side in genuine confusion.

“We got hitched last night.” You respond simply before taking another bite of your lunch.

Chopsticks clatter against the table as everyone but Shoto turns to look at you in shock. “Hitched? Like married?”

You hum in agreement, not looking up from your lunch as you crack a slight grin.

“To who?”

“Me,” Shoto responds before you get the chance, unceremoniously showing off his matching ring.

The questions are unending from everyone around you. The reactions range from Ochako asking how long you’d been dating in secret to Tenya scolding you for rushing into such an important decision. You don’t respond to their prodding, you don’t think they’d believe you if you did tell them everything. You don’t protest as Shoto takes a picture of your ring, grinning in amusement as you realize what he must be doing.

You get a notification that you’ve been tagged in a post, and it’s a picture of your hand with the caption ‘just married’ and you’re delighted to find that Shoto had tagged his father as well.

Elsewhere in Japan, Endeavor is all but burning his office to the ground in a fit of hatred and rage. Your quirk is not compatible with Shoto’s, your mother is an underground hero he’s deemed unworthy of praise, and your aspirations are far from meeting his high standards for a spouse for his son. You are everything he hates most in this world.

Shoto is smiling brilliantly when he drags you to his dorm room that evening, it’s the brightest smile you’ve ever seen grace his features. He tells you everything about how he’d felt for you for the last year, and how it all came to a head last night. Your desire for a career is based on a desire to save people rather than a desire for fame and recognition. You hold Shoto to a higher standard as a person than you do as a hero. You’ve looked his father in the eye and called him a boot-licking racist. Your quirk has the potential for extreme power, yet you refuse to use it for anything other than ensuring the safety of others. You love deeply and wholeheartedly. You are everything Shoto holds dearest in this world.

WHY DON’T YOU GIVE ME A SMILE? (ACT 1)

YANDERE! BATFAM x JINX (ARCANE/LEAGUE)-ESQUE! READER

A lil’ platonic yanderes harley and joker in the mix too hehe

gender neutral reader.

cw/tw: mentally ill reader. reader has schizophrenia. reader has a massive fear of abandonment. harley and joker only feed to that. a r s o n among other crimes. gaslighting. manipulation. implied r*pe (by reader im so sorry you guys) reader is interested in all genders.

summary: meet jinx, gotham’s loudest, most explosive villain. no one knows who they really are, or if jinx is really even their name. but one thing’s for sure — they’ve got a lot of people chasing after them and their reasons aren’t so noble.

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Considering Jinx was inspired by Harley Quinn. You’re probably her protégé. Her darling little child with Joker.

YOUR ORIGINS:

She saw you in the aftermath of the explosion. Cold and alone. Fire roaring behind you despite the heavens pouring its heart out, as if it was desperately trying to wash your tears and pain away.

She saw your bruises and a girl a little older than you walk away.

Her heart ached for you. No child deserved to be put in that kind of position, so she stepped in and made herself known.

“ I . . . I only wanted to help . . . Don’t leave me . . . Don’t . . .

You muttered.

Joker, who came here to marvel at the chaos such an explosion would present smiles maniacally.

You. You were the one that did this.

This beautiful wreckage and an equally beautiful child.

You were practically begging to be moulded into a weapon.

You charged at them both as they got closer, and while Harley was ready to defend her man - even hurt you if she has to - they did not expect what came next.

You just, held unto Joker’s right leg.

“ She’s not my sister . . . No . . . if she was she wouldn’t leave me . . . “

You were far too emotional for his liking. But nonetheless. A boon can always be found in a curse. That is, your desire for revenge.

He takes one look at Harley before picking your small body into his arms.

“ Who cares about fools like them, little one? They don’t matter in the grand scheme of things.”

His smile never stopped widening, yet even as a kid you never saw it as creepy or unnerving. In fact, it only reminded you of the smiles you used to draw on your nail bombs.

“All we ever truly have is ourselves. “

“So, smile. Don’t let your tears bring you down.”

Moulding you into the perfect weapon was easy.

Having a psychiatrist as a partner did help a lot in your development.

All it took was a few reminders of that fateful day before you began obediently following their rules and instructions.

You were a genius and since Harley kept protesting against it. You weren’t baptized into a vat of acid like the couple was.

Now, Harley and Joker are the worst possible parents you can ask for. So unlike Arcane’s Jinx. You are way way more unhinged. Not to mention, horny and materialistic.

As you grew up, you began to take interest in intentionally hurting people just for the sake of it. Stealing things was just a normal Tuesday for you. Being successful in your endeavors for once, and having bigger stacks of cash felt exhilarating.

The women and men were amazing. Your pseudo parents being who they were, didn’t really care if you were a sexual deviant or a pervert. When your hormones started kicking in they let you do whatever you want. Even giving you some of the people he held hostage as a toy to play with. If you have the capability of getting someone pregnant/or getting pregnant yourself they wouldn’t really care about the baby but you knew them well enough to know they’d use the kid as a way to manipulate you so you were careful in that aspect anyhow.

Harley noticed that when laying with women you’d often call out your sister’s name or call them sis by itself.

Sick. Disgusting. Is what a normal mother would think after finding out such a fact.

But to her you were just growing up so quickly. She had convinced Joker to go ahead and kill your sibling a long time ago behind your back and was growing anxious with the thought of you hating her and ruining this happy family dynamic (she had in her head)!

So she starts bringing you to more heists in disguise. Always keeping a close eye on you so that if any of those stupid heroes and vigilantes get any close, and you too far. She’d know as soon as possible.

It’s safe to say you grew up pretty spoiled, but even then you were hungry for more.

You see, even if they (Harley and Joker) weren’t careful with their “parenting” approach. They were careful with keeping you hidden from the Dark Knight himself.

Not that they were scared you’d get hurt. They could always nurse you back up again. Harley actually enjoyed the times you’d gotten in the cross fire. More time to take care of you in her arms.

They were mostly scared of the Dark Knight stealing you. Afraid that he’ll take you away and turn you into a goody-two-shoes they wouldn’t recognize anymore.

So as much as you were more involved it still felt like they were babying you.

It was your situation with you family all over again

But this time, this time you’ll show them…

You weren’t weak. And it’ll do them good to remember that.

YOUR RIVALRIES:

You made your debut at around the time Tim was still Robin.

You were his very own Joker. A menace deal with. A person that only cared for the thrill that came with hurting and killing masses.

You were terrible. Evil. A demon he had to exorcise from this world.

A demon he fell hopelessly in love with.

He didn’t know how his feelings came to be. It may have been the amount of stress and pressure he was facing coupled with having to deal with your ass every damn day whether directly or indirectly. But he found himself yearning to see you at times. Getting warm when he thought of you. He felt solace knowing that no matter how many times he’d attempt to tear you down completely, you’d still come back to face him once again.

He was so guilty of his feelings. How could he fall for someone as heinous as you? You were the worst of the worst. But somehow that made things so much more better.

You were a taboo. A vice he couldn’t have. The thought of entering such a forbidden relationship excited him just cause it was just that — forbidden , a temptation that should always stay like that.

He somehow manages to gain the self control to stay away from you for a while.

But then came Damian and he was set to replaced. Just like that.

“Wow there Timmy Boy. You look like shit.”

“J-Jinx?! Why are you here? How do you know my name?!” He asked as if he didn’t know every single detail about you himself.

“I have to know my little birdie well don’t I?”

“What kind of archnemesis would Jinx be to their little Robin if they didn’t do a lil’ research?” You spoke in a higher, cutesy voice as if you were your handgun that you’ve affectionally named Zapper.

“Right you are Zapper! I would be a terrible rival. That wouldn’t do for a hero as great as Timmy!”

He thought that all his work was all for naught. All the hours he spent trying to prove himself was gone so fast.

But you reminded him of his place in this world. Of his position as a hero. Your rival.

The warmth in your eyes when you looked at him sealed the deal. There was no coming from this. He was yours as you were his.

“Only I can hurt you like this, toots. Don’t forget that.”

Little did you know that Tim took those words to heart and never let anyone else hurt him (and stay alive).

“Big Bat can replace you but you’ll always be the Robin in my heart !” You winked at him, signaling with one of your manicured fingers for him to smile. Which ended up almost scratching your cheeks.

Tim was confused (incredibly flustered, not to mention har—), why were you so kind to him all of a sudden. He knew you were the playful type but you were usually ruthless when it came to battle. You weren’t one to play with food for too long. For you to excuse him, much less help him in such a state.

Who were you and what did you do to his Jinx?

“OW hEy! I swear if you put that there Pow-Pow— I’ll—“ Tim heard you screeching out of view.

Scratch his doubts. Yep, you were definitely still his Jinx.

The Dark Knight knew who you were from the beginning.

He had his suspicions even before you came into the scene. With your knack to tag everything with neon spray-paints.

At first he thought you were a simple thug that Joker and Harley picked up. But the way they were sheltering you made it seem otherwise.

The regret he felt knowing that you were basically a child in their filthy hands and was now far too gone to save was immense.

If only he knew. You wouldn’t be in this situation.

While he was “dead” he found himself looking into you more. About the death of your biological parents and the way your sister abandoned you to Harley and Joker.

He felt pity for your childhood and a sense of kinship. Sure the incident may have been your fault but you were a child. How could you have known your actions would have such terrifying consequences.

If only you knew him when you were younger.

If only.

He was sure you’d be one of the greatest vigilantes alive.

“I knew you were alive.”

You looked down at Batman, staring while both of you were being doused by the rain. Thunder accompanying the sound of conversation.

He takes a defensive stance.

“I’m not going to fight ya, that’s Joker’s thing. And I know he’ll grill my ass if I stole his archnemesis.”

“What a loser!”

“Hey! He took us in. We should be more grateful!”

Bruce looked at you as you talked with a new, rather large, shark shaped gun. He had memorized the names of all your “companions” by now and was oddly excited and slightly unnerved by the new one.

“So, why’d you leave? Was it . . . was it on purpose?”

“No.”

“Then come back.”

He almost dropped all his plans with the way you told him that.

“Tim needs you . . . and your other sons too or whatever.”

“Come with me.”

“You crazy, old bat? Why would I—“

“I know what it feels like to have no family. Harley doesn’t love you. Joker doesn’t love anyone.”

“Do you?”

“I do.”

“Well tough luck man. I don’t give a shit about love.”

You dropped down to his level. A thud resounds, loud enough to cut through the rainfall and thunder.

“Cause love never gave a shit about me.”

“We’ll have to refuse. Just get back to your sons, hero!”

“I’m sorry, perhaps I didn’t make it clear enough—

— I don’t think you have a choice in this matter, [Y/N].”

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Yandere! Dragon! Knight! x Princess! Reader

TW: Noncon, dubcon, flogging, knotting, choking

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Once upon a time, a princess was sent to a tower far away as a young maiden. With her entrapment within the castle came a ferocious beast with red scales. Now she's a young woman and ready to explore the world.

You made your plans to perfection. Once Eduardo was asleep, you'd slip out the tower window and venture into the woods for a fun night. Now, your dreams are about to come true.

"Goodnight, my darling," Eduardo says, kissing you on the head. 

"Night, Eduardo," You reply, putting your head on his chest. 

You loved to lay on Eduardo's chest. His body is always warm, and his heartbeat always soothes you. But now's not the time for relaxation. The night is young, and so are you. Once you hear Eduardo's heartbeat slow, you slip out of bed and climb out of the tower using the vines growing on the stones. You land on the soft, wet grass and take in the smell of the land.

You run into the forest and take in the darkness. The fireflies glow and float near you. The stream glimmers as the moonlight hits the shiny rocks and fish scales. Everything seems so peaceful to you, even if the night is beginning to get a bit hot. You squat down and look at the fish swimming in the stream. The fish swim to your hand, then suddenly swim away, confusing you. A pair of big, glowing, yellow eyes are in the stream's reflection. You turn around and see a skyscraper-sized red dragon with smoke pouring out its flaring nostrils.

"A-A-A-AAAAAAHHH!!!" You scream, trying to get away from the beast.

You feel its claws slam you onto a tree, and the pain paralyzes you. 

"I'm sorry if I ventured into your territory! I'll leave right away!" You plead, looking into its golden eyes.

The dragon bursts into red light and reveals the very pissed-off Eduardo. 

"Eduardo-" You stammer.

"Why did you leave our tower?" He growls, holding a firm hand on your neck.

"I just wanted to have fun! Promise! I was going to return!" You squeak, trying to not anger him more. 

Eduardo lets go of your neck, letting you fall to the ground. 

"So you wanted to party with the commoners, huh?"

"Only for one night. Is that too much to ask for?"

"Since you want to be a commoner, I'll punish you like a commoner."

Eduardo throws you over his shoulders and snaps his fingers, teleporting you to your room. He throws you onto your pastel pink bed and shuts the window. 

"No one will hear you scream, cry, yell! You're stuck with me!" Eduardo growls, his face turning red. "You'll always be stuck with me! Me, your knight in shining armor! Your prince! Your lover! I'm the only one who will love you! Especially since your own people sent you here, so they don't have to be with your gifts!"

It was true. You were sent here at thirteen because of your strange magic. You made plants grow during the winter, and you never seemed to be afraid of the beasts in your kingdom. This proved to be very troublesome, so your parents sent you to this tower so you could let your magic stabilize without harming others. 

"Eduardo, I'm sorry! I only wanted to get out of this tower for one night! Only a couple of hours! I can't stand being in this stone trap anymore! I've memorized every stone and made clothes out of curtains! I can't take it anymore!" You yell, breaking down into tears. "I need to be outside, please!"

"ENOUGH!! You're not going into town, and that's final!" Eduardo roars, red scales growing on his face.

You've never seen this side of Eduardo. Although he's one year older than you, he's always been calm, even when annoyed. Though, dragons tend to get more temperamental during their heat. 

Eduardo pins you to the mattress face first and shreds your underwear.

"Flogging is quite the appropriate punishment for trying to be a peasant, right? Commoners get flogged all the time," Eduardo says, squeezing his claws onto your ass. "Oh, I think that's the right punishment."

Without warning, Eduardo smacks your sensitive ass with his rough tail. You can't see him, but you imagine he's in a humanoid form as his dragon form is too big for the tower. 

"Eduardo, please-" You beg, trying to appease him.

"Sh, sh, sh, it's ok. I'm not going to hurt your ass too badly," Eduardo whispers, his hot breath hitting your ear. 

Eduardo continues to assault your ass, and soon enough, his scales leave an imprint on your butt. His tail swirls around your bare pussy and suddenly sticks a bit of itself inside you.

"Oh!" You squeal, feeling the scales inside your vagina. "Eduardo, I've learned my lesson. I'm sorry. I'll never escape again."

You cry into the pillow for a few minutes, then Eduardo flips you onto your back. He kisses you on the lips, his tongue exploring everything in your mouth. He kisses your wet cheeks and licks your tears away.

"I believe you, but just in case, I'll give you a reason to stay," Eduardo says, kissing your neck. "Stay still."

Eduardo shreds your nightgown to pieces and drags a claw across your stomach. He kisses your stomach, then takes off his clothes. His penis is red, large, and slimy. 

"Doggy or missionary style?" Eduardo asks, kissing your cheek. 

"Missionary," You answer, hoping he'll be gentle.

Eduardo laughs a little and lines his dick up with your opening. He takes his long red hair out of his ponytail and lets it hang. His eyes lovingly look at you, and he goes for a passionate kiss. You relax as your arms embrace him, and you feel his warmth.

"Eduardo, you're warm," You say, nestling your head on his shoulder.

"I know, my sweet. But you're about to get a lot warmer after tonight," Eduardo says, using this as the chance to put his whole length in you. 

Your nails dig into his back as pleasure shoots up your spine. 

"Eduardo!" You scream, making him begin his thrusts. 

With each thrust, he yells praises for you. You feel something expand in your wet sex. 

"Eduardo, what's that?" You moan, taking in all the sensations.

You hear Eduardo growl, and suddenly, he bites your shoulder. You yell in pain and try to get him off you. 

"Eduardo, stop! You're hurting me!" You scream, feeling his teeth tear into your skin.

"Sorry, my princess. I'm knotting," Eduardo whispers, letting go of your shoulder and kissing his bite mark. 

Eduardo feels his balls twitch, then orgasms, and shoots his seed into you. He continues to do soft thrusts until his orgasm stops. You cum onto his dick and yell out his name. 

"Sorry, I can't pull out. My knot hasn't deflated yet," Eduardo says, resting his head on your shoulder. "I'm sorry I fucked you so roughly. I've been tense regarding you since my heat started."

"It's ok. I was never meant to leave this tower anyway," You whimper, about to cry.

"Oh, princess. I would have taken you out of this tower any day if you asked. Admittedly, this tower is going to need an expansion soon."

"You never told me why you were at this tower."

"Well, I found this tower when I left home to claim a territory. I would've gone home, but you came into my life, and that's when I knew I wanted to be with you."

"Eduardo-"

Eduardo kisses you on the lips.

"Hush, my beloved. We have all the time in the world together. Especially now that you have all my seed inside you," Eduardo coos, kissing your stomach. "Oh, we'll have such cute babies. We're going to be a family." 

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