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doumadono · 19 days
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MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST
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Officer!Bakugo is a seriously scary motherfucker - he's really tall and big, and he gives off an intimidating vibe. I mean, he gets annoyed over the tiniest stuff
Officer!Bakugo is a stereotypical “bad cop” type - tough, no-nonsense, and not afraid to bend the rules
If Bakugo slams his fist on the table during an interrogation, you can bet you'll spill all your secrets, whether you like it or not, thanks to those intense crimson eyes boring into your soul
Officer!Bakugo owns a big K9 dog named Blast. The massive belgian malinois is super intimidating - nobody dares to move when the dog is around, showing off its long fangs. The dog pays close attention to whatever Katsuki commands
Bakugo often goes undercover to bust drug rings. His intense look, paired with his scarred face and that maniac grin, makes him appear like someone who tasted cocaine or any other heavy drug for breakfast
When Bakugo raises his voice, it makes both kids and adults cry
Officer!Bakugo harbors a cache of dark secrets, ranging from covering up crimes to manipulating evidence. He becomes adept at concealing his corrupt actions behind a facade of a dedicated officer
Bakugo really likes wearing the uniform because it makes his ass, chest, and shoulders look awesome
Officer!Bakugo drives his cop car like crazy, but he's super skilled at it - when he's chasing someone, he always catches them
Can and will swiftly pin anyone down in just 1 second flat (he's used this move on his one-night stands numerous times)
One of the corrupt things officer!Bakugo does is take it easy on the cute girls (basically all the girls he finds attractive) when they come to his office to report a crime or seek help
He's definitely used handcuffs on a few girls in his career
Sex in his office is a must, but his police car is also on the list
Bakugo's preferred position is doggy style - he just loves the feeling of being in total control and able to thrust as hard and fast as he pleases while spanking the ass of his lover, like when he apprehended you for exceeding the speed limit, and due to your earnest pleas and appeals, he opted to fuck your little, sweet-scented cunt rather than revoke your driving license. You found yourself pinned down to the backseat of his car, your ass raised up as Bakugo fucked your cunt mercilessly from behind, spanking your ass every now and then. The vehicle was swaying with each forceful thrust as he assaulted your drenched pussy, growling like an animal. "Just like that, you little whore. Look at you, taking my cock so well. Dripping wet just f'me like a good slut you are."
Officer!Bakugo has a kink for public sex. There is something thrilling about the danger of being caught, the thought of someone stumbling upon you in the act only added to the excitement, especially when you're bent over, sucking his dick while he's smoking a blunt in his police car, guiding your head more towards his pelvis, and the only thing you can do is to choke on his fat cock as its tip hits the back of your throat repeatedly
Officer!Bakugo has a particular fondness for dominating his girls, both physically and mentally. He enjoys the thrill of manipulating them into submission, leaving them begging for more and being on his mercy
Officer!Bakugo quickly gets turned on when a girl pleads for mercy with doe eyes; also, he really likes skimpy skirts that hardly cover her ass
Officer!Bakugo enjoys night patrols the most because there's a better chance of catching criminals and tormenting them. Plus, Katsuki can smoothly hand out fines to loud tipsy ladies leaving the clubs, and he even doesn't hide that he's checking them out
Officer!Bakugo who has a preference for younger girls (Katsuki is in his mid-30s, but he won't hesitate to flirt with someone barely over twenty-year-old)
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cryopodsq · 2 years
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i missed my quirkless au
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birf · 9 months
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full version
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mhathotfic · 4 months
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Dabi has line cook energy.
Has works in a greasy spoon and definitely smokes while he’s cooking energy. No it doesn’t matter that you’ve told him off about it a thousand times over or that it’s a code violation, you aren’t the health department and they aren’t here.
There’s definitely been a few parking lot fights between waitresses that he’s slept with but they’ve mysteriously stopped happening after a while.
He swears it has nothing to do with you, nothing to do with the fact that you iced him out for a good week after the last incident.
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mamayan · 6 months
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★Mind Break☆
Cult Leader! Tenko Shigaraki x AFAB! Reader
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You should’ve known better than to run from the devil.
WARNING: This work contains depictions of psychological, physical, and emotional torture. Cult ideologies/problematic religious themes will be present throughout this writing, and will include nonconsensual and dubiously consensual sexual content. Abuse, violence, murder, sadism, and blood used even in a sexual context will be present. This story is not a romance, and depicts unhealthy obsessions and mental illness caused by psychological breaks. I am not going to tag this work further. By reading this work, you are agreeing that you understand it will include morally conflicting content and sexually explicit material which can be considered extreme. Read at your own risk, and enjoy. ♡
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It wasn’t always like this.
You shift, abhorring your inability to function properly anymore, trying to make your body comfortable despite the freezing temperature having numbed your muscles into lead.
The metal bed chained and hanging off the damp stone walls seemed to inject ice into the very marrow of your bones. Was there even a point to it?
You distractedly listen to the soft scurry and skitter of mice. That was the point of it.
Everything hurt.
Your eyes burned with unshed tears, face blotchy and swollen from the last round you’d given into.
It wasn’t like this before.
Sure, you’d occasionally slip up, and you’d get a swift smack on your ass for causing trouble. Where was that treatment now? It changed when he stepped up. When Father Shigaraki passed the torch to him, your life became a walking nightmare.
Your chest constricted, eyes shutting despite no light illuminating your surroundings as memories flooded. The throbbing in your skull becoming a fist pounding to get out.
When you’d finally gotten old enough, you’d left the compound. Ran away from everything you’d ever known and loved. Your instincts had screamed at you to get away. Tenko had become a man you could not withstand, because despite his treatment towards you, everyone loved him. They had hailed him as the next great leader and prophet, saying that he’d bring them to greatness and no one would’ve believed you. He was hope in the dark world for your community, and that was the sign which showed you that the only way to survive was to distance yourself as far as possible.
You stayed hidden for nearly five years… you truly thought for a moment you were free. You thought he’d forgotten. That your past would let bygones be bygones.
You were sorely mistaken.
You clenched your teeth as the loud sirens began, the noise so sharp and painful it made your head nearly break.
You could only weakly curl up, mind so foggy and disoriented you didn’t hear anything but a constant buzzing tone in your ears as the siren waned into silence again. You don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve slept. Food was brought but it was merely pushed through a hole at the bottom of your metal door. You got two meals a day, bread and a watery vegetable soup.
The sharp pounding on the door cuts through the tinnitus and has you scrambling off the bed, muscles screaming in protest as your skin splits under the jagged earth you’d thrown yourself onto. Tattered clothing not helping the painful friction as you dig your bare feet into the stone and pushed yourself against a wall.
You weren’t fully cognizant, but as the heavy lock turned, you whined as warm light crawled into your space, nearly blinding you despite the dullness.
“Poor thing…,” his voice was raspier than you remember, more gravely in depth as he chuckles, looking down at your pathetic form curled and shaking.
“How’re you doing my little lamb?” His humor isn’t disguised in the least, his glee at seeing you vulnerable and weak for him obvious as he grins.
He tracks your bloody hands weakly hugging yourself, your bottom lip trembling as you look up under your lashes with those teary eyes he adores so much.
Your small pink tongue dips out to lick your lips, his dark garnet eyes watching intently.
“M-m’cold…” your voice is tiny, hardly audible.
His boots thump loudly as he walks towards you, ignoring how you clearly tense up and attempt to mold yourself into the wall to get away from him. When he’s close enough to nearly touch your bare feet with his boots, he crouches down, resting his forearms on dark denim as he tilts his head with a soft expression.
“Tell me lamb, was it fun out there?” The light against his back blanketed his pale skin in warmth, “Did you have fun in the big wide world, running around, dirtying yourself like some common whore?” You flinch as his tone grows in severity. Blurry vision looking at a familiar yet not face.
He has a scar on his lip, one which hadn’t been there before, crossing straight down.
He was still a beautiful man, the scar even seeming to add a masculine charm to his otherwise somewhat pretty visage. Soft purple rings clung beneath his eyes though, making him look softer somehow. He looked like he’d slept about as much as you.
You stared too long.
You can’t react when his hand shoots out and curls around your neck, fingers and rings digging painfully into your flesh as he cuts off your oxygen cruelly. Your fingers grasp at his wrist and hand, futile in their attempt to pry his death grip off your throat as you slowly suffocate. The pinch and pull of the jewelry he wore was breaking the delicate skin and making it more slippery as blood flowed.
He’s rambling, but it sounds like you’re underwater and he’s above the surface, as if he’s speaking another language.
Tears pool down your cheeks, rivers running freely like your blood as your face begins to take on a sickly dark hue, veins bulging in your face and eyes popping wide from their sockets. A few blood vessels bursting in your left eye.
Just as your vision goes dark, he lets you go.
Your coughing fit which followed nothing glamorous or cute, sputtering and hacking as bile rose but nothing came out. Your throat burned like someone forced you to drink gasoline and swallow a lit match, dropping over to your side by his feet and clutching where he’d left bloody indents.
“Pfft, you haven’t changed at all… I’m glad honestly.”
His boot connects with your side, merciful in the amount of strength exerted but still painful in your weakened state. You sputtered, nearly choking again on your saliva as you tremble and struggle to draw in air.
“No one is going to save you lamb, no one even wants to. When you ran away, you died to everyone here, everyone but me,” you can smell the leather of his shoe as he lifts it and brings it to your head, pushing down until you literally croak. “You should be grateful I’m showing so much grace to you lamb, the others suggested I do much, much worse to rehabilitate you.” His voice is snide while your heart wars with his words. He’s lying, he had to be.
You could only cry though. Sniffling beneath his boot as he lifted it off you, eager to look at your face.
His smile is vile, you note as your tired eyes flick up. He looked nothing like the messenger angel Father Shigaraki had dubbed him before his passing. As your tears blurred his pretty image… he looked like a demon from hell. A beautiful monster.
You weren’t sure what he even wanted from you, what it was he truly craved, but you wanted the pain to end.
Your palms scraped against the damp gravely floor below, finding a somewhat good position to lean your weight on and push your body up, even as your blood created an imbalance due to the slickness. Tenko let you, watching as your head hung in defeat lowered even further, chin tucked to your chest as your knees slid up. When you got to a semi-kneeling position, one hand steadying you on the ground, the other… the other reaching out and gripping his pant leg.
Those red eyes widened a fraction, watching intently as you look up at him from your spot on the floor.
His heart rate increased, pounding in his chest as he drank you in, lips twitching as his teeth ached. He didn’t stop you from using him as an anchor and rising up enough to sink your other hand into his pants too.
You looked like a dog begging for a treat, and his cock throbbed in agreement.
You remembered the degrading title he used to force you to call him when you were younger.
“M-Master…” it was almost inaudible, your sweet lips struggling to even form words after the abuse he leveled your throat.
“Master please…” even as your tears continued to fall, face ruined and messy, he laughed. Deep and boisterous, he nearly doubled over as he bared his white teeth.
“Fuck haha! You—!, okay, alright, what do you want little lamb, hm?” Once he calmed down enough, adrenaline high as he stares down at you with a renewed sense of vigor, he spoke.
He leaned down a bit, cupping your jaw and smiling deeper when you cringe and flinch, but still don’t pull away.
“Go ahead, you got my attention now.” He says it almost benevolently, but his eyes were impatient.
It hurt to swallow, your mouth having gone dry as you parted your lips.
“I want to be forgiven… I’m sorry…”
He lifted one sparse brow up. “Yeah? You’re sorry?” You nod, jerky and short as your neck flames up in pain.
He straights, tapping a finger against his lip in a gesture of consideration.
“Okay little lamb,” he snickers, “I’m willing to forgive you and let you leave here, but you need to be cleaned first.” You perk up, eyes finding a hint of light as the prospect of relief is dangled in front of you.
“Yes, anything please,” you gasp, desperation bleeding into your voice.
That’s why it takes you by surprise when his hands drop and begin to calmly undo his leather belt. Fingers steady and sure as you blankly watch him unbutton his jeans, and shimmy them down enough for his fat leaking cock to spring free.
“Well then, we can start by cleaning this filthy mouth first.” His eyes are closed as he grins, pearly canines on display and distorted features resembling something inhuman.
“T-Tenko…?” His hand not holding his cock swiftly sinks into your hair, easily dragging your face closer so he can slap the hard rod against your soft cheek a few times, the smell of him warm and bitter, contrasted by the damp cool air around you. “That’s not what you call me, is it lamb?” He doesn’t sound angry, but when you look back up, he’s dropped his cock and raised his hand.
The blow is more sharp than it is brute force, your head held in place by his other hand to avoid you collapsing and hitting your head on the floor.
Your cry echoes weakly. Face inflamed as your jerked right back to his groin where he smashes your injured cheek against his dick, rubbing it in as he groans.
“You need to be retaught manners too it seems, but we’ll just stick with a simple cleaning today.”
He’s speaking as if discussing a mundane topic like the weather, scolding you like one might scold a child in school. His tip rubbing and spreading pre-cum and tears across your face as you calm down from the pain he assaulted you with.
“Open your mouth.” He’s not asking but you obey and part your lips.
He holds a lot of your weight up by your hair, watching in fascination as his swollen mushroom tip rests against your bottom lip. His engorged meat rod looks insidious against your face pretty, thick veins protruding from the angry red of the skin, long and thick but tapering towards the tip a little where it curves up. He lets his hips tip, the tip entering your warm wet cavern, lips opening wider as he sinks about a quarter inside.
Your face scrunches, likely due to the sensation and taste of him, little tongue moving languidly against the underside of his shaft. He curses, bucking his hips a little more and arm exerting force when you attempt to pull back.
You whine around him, hands trying to push his hips back but too weak to prevent him from sliding out and doing it again.
“That’s it lamb, I’m just cleaning your mouth, relax~” he chuckles, Tenko’s grip in your hair tightening painfully as he begins testing your limits with depth and speed.
“I wouldn’t have to do this if, fuck, you just stayed home where you belong like a good girl,” he moans, your teeth accidentally grazing his cock but it seems to spur him on rather than flinch in pain.
“Shit, that’s it, go ahead and bite if you feel like dealing with a concussion, I’ll break your skull on this floor happily.” He’s sneering down at you, loving the fear which enters your gaze as you now struggle to open wider and avoid such a fate. It only helps him work his cock deeper, into your throat where you almost scream due to the blinding pain.
His earlier damage still too fresh as he loses it moaning, your slobber and blood now coating his cock and bringing delicious friction as he lets his tip tease your raw throat. His balls tap against the under side of your chin, his white pubic hair nearly tickling inside your nose as he tries to fit all of himself inside your mouth.
The noises you made would make any normal person stop. The painful howls muffled by his cock and stuffed back down your throat, his speed increasing as his balls drew tight.
“Have to keep you clean inside and out lamb, so you’re going to take every drop—,” his teeth are grit, grinding together as his orgasm washes over him, hot ropes of cum gagging and suffocating you again as he lets his cock rest inside your throat while he finishes. You don’t feel the cum, only him twitch as he empties his load into your belly.
Your eyes stare blankly at nothing. Dark spots dotting your vision even when he pulls out and pushes you off him.
You land on your side, wheezing and clutching your throat again as you blink away the darkness threatening to consume you, your adrenaline keeping you awake as Tenko crouches down beside you again.
He’d redressed, looking unfazed with a healthy pink hue to his cheeks now.
“C-can I leave now…?” Your voice doesn’t even sound like your own now. Each syllable grating on your damaged flesh.
“Why the fuck would I let you leave?” His words nearly stop your heart. Icy dread replacing the burning.
“Y-you said…” your eyes leaked, face showing your absolute shock and disbelief.
He laughed, standing up again, shoving his hands in his pockets as he smiled down at you.
“I lied.”
His lips tug higher as he leaves, locking you away again even as your wail echoes woefully throughout his hideout.
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Invisible needles stabbed up your knees, waking you up more than the blaring white light.
You wanted out, away from this migraine inducing brightness, but all you could do was pray.
As a child, you’d preferred to sleep or pass notes around rather than be immersed in devotional. You wished you paid more attention, because only God could save you from this hell.
You flinched, startling yourself as shadows stretched and danced around the walls, despite the fluorescents preventing such things from being cast.
Your arms wrap around yourself, kneeling and hunched over as the visions continued even when you closed your eyes. Faceless dark creatures trying to pry into your mind as you scream, the noise bouncing back and slamming into your sensitive eardrums, breaking you from the moment.
They were gone, your weary eyes tracked, licking your dry chapped lips and imagining how nice it would be to have some sort of lip balm or lotion.
Your head bowed again, lips running through carefully memorized prayers as events from your past unfurl like a blooming rose. Each petal a fractured piece you try to suppress and fail, the voice of your therapist so distant now since you’ve been home.
Deep breathes led to panic attacks and unconsciousness, the faces of family and friends skewed into wicked distortions you struggled to differentiate between dream and reality.
Tenko remained vivid in your memories though. You grimaced, as it was likely due to the pain he inflicted in your youth, which seared into your subconscious as a warning for any future interactions. Humans rarely touch a hot stove twice.
You shake and tremble as time drags on, murmuring scripture from memory as best you can to ask for grace, pleading for your safe release.
Tiny patters catch your attention, eyes blinking open and staring at a small mouse. Soft tuffs of light brown fur, the little creature might’ve invoked disgust and fear before your capture, but now only bland curiosity filled you.
It scurried around for a while, sniffing at the metal tray left by a thin hole on the bottom of the door, looking for crumbs it would not find.
It was… abhorrently cute.
You returned to prayer, until your evening meal arrived and was silently exchanged, your eyes catching not even a glimpse of skin.
You shuffled awkwardly before the tray, decorum gone as you eat with need for survival instead of enjoyment, eyes steely and swirling almost violently as a tiny squeak draws your attention down.
The mouse. Tiny pinpoint dark eyes and a little pink twitching nose face you.
You should kill it. It likely had diseases or something else, it’s better of dead but…
Something inside prevents you, and instead you drop a few crumbs of bread.
It was all you could spare. The little creature isn’t wasteful though, eating with gusto unlike you as you watch in mild amusement.
“If you like the food so much, we should switch places,” you whisper jokingly, the mouse ignoring you in favor of licking and sniffing out even the most minuscule piece of food left.
You finish your meal too, however unsatisfying and unfulfilling.
Your eyes close shut even though the light disallows you any proper rest, mind shutting off like a device to power down.
Your hazy brain reboots at the sound of footsteps some time later, obnoxious compared to the ones belonging to the one in charge of food delivery.
Tenko, your brain unhelpfully supplies. You don’t want to see him. You want nothing to do with him or this compound anymore, but your body was beginning to associate him with more than just pain.
He was warm, physically speaking at least, and the skin on skin contact left you reeling with comfort you didn’t want to receive from him. He’s a lunatic and a psychopath, and you loathe him like none other, but the terror of him is equal to the hatred.
Your new friend abandons you as the locks turn, your eyes trailing up from the ground to watch as the door slowly swings open, revealing the man who haunts even your dreams.
“Hello little lamb, did you miss me?”
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Each wobbly step felt like treading over broken glass.
You could hardly stand, legs truly unused to the feeling as you’d given up your mad pacing in favor of protecting the damaged soles of your feet.
Not anymore though, as the hand tangled in your locks jerked you onward, using your hair almost like a lead as you stare at the filthy floor you traverse on, destination left an anxiety filled mystery.
“Come on little lamb~ we’re nearly there,” his soft cooing voice makes your insides revolt, twisting and causing you to stumble.
At least he’s there to make sure your face doesn’t hit the hard surface of the ground, oddly powerful in his lean physique as he simply holds up your weight and pulls you along side him.
He’s merry and cheerful, whistling occasionally as he strolls as if through a friendly neighborhood park and not some type of underground dungeon only found in medieval theatrics.
Your eyes trail back at the light smattering of your blood on the floor, wearily looking as far ahead as you could in this half crouched position.
It was dimmer out here than your cell. The blaring alarms replaced by white hot light that seared your mind awake and deprived you of sleep further.
Out here the shadows danced. Your eyes fearfully taking in the monsters beginning to crawl off the walls and towards you, just out of reach though, as if Tenko was holding them back.
That scared you even more.
A new room came up just at the end of the hall, a shorter distance than you’d felt it was.
He hauled you forward and threw you inside before dim lights illuminated the space from an antique switch on the wall.
There was only a chandelier in here, you noted before the breath left your lungs on impact with the ground, side blaring up in pain as you lay still.
Your eyes widen, pupils dilating as strange staticky figures moved about the space, the room swirling like a whirlpool of colors before you were yanked up and out of the fever dream.
Tenko was humming some sort of hymn, his deep timber almost soothing despite his violent manner of dragging you towards a small in-ground pool.
A baptism pool, with steps leading into the shallow water with a metal railing for assistance, likely for the elderly.
Your vision seemed to jump back and forth between the water being a dark blue and bloody red, unintentionally jerking in Tenko’s hold.
He seems to misinterpret it, “It’s okay lamb, I’ll be baptizing you tonight, washing the sins of the outside world which tainted you away.” You want to bark at his delusional little speech, to roll your eyes or do something, but you’re silent like a doll in his hold. Weak. Pathetic. Worthless. Powerless.
He lets you drop, in favor of scooping you up bridal style in his arms, your filthy sorry figure truly in need of a bath you’ve been denied thus far.
He’s not the least bit repulsed, seeming even thrilled to hold you close as he smiles his pearly white canines at you.
“Look at you, being so good for me. I almost want to reward you,” he chuckles, face calm and even as he takes you both fully clothed into the shockingly cold water.
He doesn’t even flinch.
You’re unable to do much else but gasp, curling into Tenko’s warm chest as chills immediately wrack your body.
Once he’s about waist deep, he extends his arms and lets your feet sink down, one hand spread between your shoulder blades and keeping you up.
Those red hued eyes truly seemed to manifest evil, the dim lighting not dampening the color’s vibrance. He looks like a malevolent angel.
“Are you ready? You’ll need to hold your breath for just a little while I recite the passage.”
Something inside is trying to worm itself out past your lips, begging you to speak up, move away, not trust him.
You can’t seem to remember exactly why as you nod numbly.
Until his free hand raises up, pressed against your chest just under your collarbone and caging your upper body between his hands.
His smile is almost serene.
Then you’re submerged, just barely enough time to hold your breath while the chilling liquid around you wakes you.
Your eyes blink open despite the chlorine burning them, seeing him through a strange mirage now, lips moving and canted up.
Your chest starts to hurt after ten seconds. Then it’s a somewhat urgent need after twenty.
At thirty your instincts take hold and you struggle, air being pushed out meanly by his hand as he applies pressure to still you.
It’s impossible though, you need to breathe. You need it with urgency as your feet kick out, arms coming up to fight and remove his grip, but he just keeps you under. The adrenaline wins though, finally pushing him roughly so you can come up for greedy gulps of air, choking and sputtering while the rooms spins and nausea grips you.
“You didn’t even last a minute lamb,” he remarks offhandedly, and your near drowning reminds you why he is to be feared like death itself because his next move is to grip your throat, the other tangling back in your hair while he smiles down at you, face cinching unnaturally tight as he leans over your panting trembling figure.
“How about this? If you can last a minute, we’ll stop.”
Liar, your heart and mind roar with passion, but your survival instincts demand you do so because it meant life or death.
He doesn’t prepare you this time, sinking you under while his laugh filters through the water into a muddled tune as you fail to even last thirty seconds this time, clawing and biting like a wounded animal as your vision begins to go dark and lungs threaten to shut down.
He yanks you back up, just enough time to gather in air before you’re plunged again, vision beginning to fade as those horrid shadow creatures emerge, almost playfully as you dance around suffocation.
Your mind is playing tricks, these devils aren’t real, not when the one above you is flesh and bone attempting to end your miserable existence.
You’re dragged to the surface again, fighting for freedom from the death grip which holds you in the water as you lash out, a war cry almost deafening to your own sensitive ears.
It’s impossible to tell how long it goes on, your will for survival being challenged by a soul deep exhaustion, finger nails soaked in blood from scratching at his arms and even his bared skin around his throat and chest.
He’s content to watch the inevitable. The moment when your mind releases the concoction of chemicals to ease your death peacefully, because it could fight no longer as he repeatedly drowns you.
His eyes gleam with wicked joy, pupils enlarged as he pushes you beneath the water again, you’re thrashing so much more futile despite how you still struggled. You still wanted to live.
It’s inevitable though, when your vision goes dark, creeping in at the edges and swallowing your sight hole as a painless numbness washes over you.
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You begin to hear again first. Strange warbled noises and hissing. Your foggy mind is content to drift, light as you feel rested and freed from the confines of agony which plagued you like a disease so long.
It sounds pained, the noises, the strange squelching and smacking not connecting as you languidly listen and try to decipher what was occurring around you.
Your vision returns next. Slowly, as if not to frighten you, your eyes begin to take in more and more light. Faded blurry shapes and colors becoming clarified into a full picture you could actually make out.
You were on the ground, this floor tiled like you’d see around a public pool. Face resting down as you looked at a familiar baptism pool which began filling your mind with dread.
The water was rippling, your eyes noting that the room was rocking.
Feeling came back last. You felt the chilly air slowly prick at your wet skin and hair, teeth sensitive as you felt your body rock, pressure and numbness beginning to fade into true feeling. Your hand was out stretched and dipped into the water, as if he couldn’t be bothered to fully pull you out, the cool liquid somewhat refreshing as your skin felt hot and feverish.
A blooming white hot pain in your rear caught your full attention though, body too weak to even manage words as you lay limp on the ground, realization dawning as full frontal clarity strikes you like a branding iron.
“Awake?” He muses, hand moving to press your face back down when you attempted to lift your head, not bothering to lessen his crushing weight as you choke and heave. Your eyes can only widen further, looking up at the mirrors which acted as a backdrop to the the pool to see your body and not recognize it. Not recognize you. As if this was all happening to another as he grunts, the hot iron rod which continued its path inside your taunt previously unused sphincter as you groan low in your throat like a wounded animal. Your own native language foreign in your mind as it goes blank to only focus on the mirrors.
His pretty face screwed up in pleasure, his tongue nearly hanging out his mouth as he pants and works his hips against you, more of a struggle to fully sheath himself inside your bleeding rectum due to the lack of preparation he’d done. The stretched ring of muscle inflamed as he lets a drop of spit hit just above it and slide around his cock as he grips your hips.
“You have such a tight little ass—fuck—,” his head drops, hair falling into his face as he watches you take him, pulling out occasionally to see how wide he’s left your abused asshole.
“—p-please—,” you brokenly whimper the words, still unable to fathom why this all was happening. What did you do?
It didn’t matter, not when his thrusts were getting rougher, thick cock spearing you and nearly tearing you open as he grunts and moans above you.
“Keep begging lamb, I want to hear it,” he chuckles, and your vision becomes blurred with tears you can’t even wipe away. Too tired and hurt. You wanted to sleep again.
He doesn’t like your unresponsiveness though, bucking hard and digging his knees into the ground to scoot you up.
You shriek as he pushes your torso back into the water, hand tangled in your hair as he cackles now, deranged expression lighting up at the break in your stoic facade.
“I-I’m sorry—!” Your voice is broken and raspy as you cry out, hands trying to keep him from pushing your head back into the water as his cock begins slamming inside you aggressively.
Blood, spit, and his earlier load he’d jerked and shot over your unconscious figure frothed at the base of his cock as he sinks inside you.
“Start begging lamb!” He moans as you tighten in fear and panic, senseless babbling too quick and jumbled for him to truly appreciate.
“Tsk, that’s not how you beg—fucking idiot,” he sighs, ruthless as he shoves you beneath the water again. Enjoying your futile struggle as your hips jerk and work his cock with delicious friction inside your rigid hot walls.
“Fuck yes, tighten your ass slut, that’s it!” He’s close just from watching you struggle.
Your eyes are open, staring at the bottom of the pool as he abuses your hole above the surface, oxygen deprived and delirious until he yanks your head up.
He moans loudly when you cough and sputter water out, the suction of your walls driving him wild as his thrusts become more jerky and uneven.
“O-oh God please—!” You can only sob for mercy, praying to be saved from the purgatory that is Tenko Shigaraki.
“Yes—! Pray to me baby, because I. Am. Your. Fucking. God.” He growls and punctuates each word with a merciless thrust, pushing you under one last time as he grinds his groin against your soft rear and pumps his load deep inside.
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Bleary eyes blink open to dim lighting, seeing a familiar cell from the position of the metal bed.
Your head ached like it might split open any second, but your soul felt the most damaged.
You could only whimper and whine as you sat your stiffened body up, muscles screaming in protest as you stood before collapsing to the ground below.
It was a miserable reality as you dragged yourself over to the little toilet in the corner, attempting to relieve yourself but only finding the water saturated with murky red and clots.
The little sink difficult to use as a wash station, as you cup the icy water, for once grateful for it, and let it wash down your battered form.
It took what seemed like forever to clean away the evidence of him, but as you looked around, you realized blandly there were no clothes for you anymore.
What you’d worn to the… baptism, had been stripped in your unconscious state. He didn’t seem to feel like returning the tattered rags.
You crossed the room, laying beneath the metal bed now, content with just sitting with the low hum of aches inside and out of you. Curled on your side, you sit and watch the door in the dim orange glow of the lights.
They turned off the white fluorescents, which meant the noise would come soon.
It did, not long after that thought, the wailing siren began as you numbly looked ahead, no longer flinching at the noise.
Hours seemed to pass before your food arrived, which you crawled towards, content with eating on your stomach as you rested.
It was the familiar squeak which granted your friend the favor of seeing your face.
Your little mouse came just on time for… whatever meal this was. You hardly paid mind to it, throwing a few generous crumbs for your mouse like a gracious host.
“You should feel honored mouse, this is the finest bread they serve here.” Your giggle is slurred as you bite into the stale bread, mouth dry and the baked good only acting as sandpaper.
You finished it all though. Your mouse not one to be beat either, leaving no trace of the crumbs you’d left for it.
You smiled, content to watch it skitter about, before it curiously moved closer to you.
Then a little closer.
Then it was sniffing your finger, flinching back at first when you lift it, but coming back anyway as you softly pat its tiny head with the tip of your pointer.
“Am I all you got down here…?” You imagine those beady little eyes filled with intelligence and understanding.
“That’s okay. We can stick together.” It’s whispered like a sworn secret.
You let your eyes fall closed, trusting mouse not to attempt to nibble on you while you slept.
You awoke with a jolt, heart beating wildly in your chest as shadows rampaged around the room, the sound of the siren wailing as you try and scramble away from the chaos.
They were everywhere, trying to grab you, actually grabbing you, your scream of fright falling on empty halls as you struggle with your sanity.
Your legs kick out, arms thrashing as you attempt to fight off these morphing demons, hazy mind fighting for some sense of reason despite the madness.
A clawed hand reached at you from below, your palm instinctively coming down to smack it away in your panic.
The siren ends, and with it, the shadows seem to disperse as you pant and try to catch your breath, dizziness and fatigue weighing on you as your fingers rub together and feel something… stinky.
Your heart stops. The world seems to as well.
“Mouse…?”
It’s not real. Yet the little brown clump of fur and dark blood and guts could only be the dead body of your tiny friend.
“Mouse— I-I didn’t mean it— wait, why?!” Your shriek echoes, blood on your hand streaking your cheek now as you wail in anguish, careful to lift up the mangled corpse you’d crushed.
You did this. You hurt it. It was your fault.
It felt like you were being shattered. Screaming until you couldn’t anymore, coughing up blood from your raw and abused throat, clinging to your cooling friend as time became irrelevant.
Food came and went. You didn’t touch it. You didn’t know how many trays were given and taken away without a single piece touched, but it finally summoned him.
Heavy boots were your first clue, eyes still following shadows of little mice dancing around you.
The door opening changed the direction of your gaze as Tenko stepped inside, face impassive this time as he looks at you.
His presence invokes the tears which bubble and spill down your cheeks, quick to crawl on your knees to him like he was your last salvation.
“Please—,” your lower lip wobbled as your scratchy small voice broke the silence. “She’s hurt… I hurt her… please…” and he watched.
Watched the lovely little angel he adored lose her wings and fall to the depths of hell where he ruled.
“Shh… it’s okay, I’m here. Let me see,” he crouches down, smile soft and soothing to your frayed nerves, one hand moving to tuck a matted and tangled chunk of your hair behind your ear. He didn’t seem the least bit repulsed by the decomposing mouse corpse you held. Eyes focused and attentive on you, as you cried and confessed the sin of murder to him.
Like he was your God.
He wrapped you up in his arms, carrying you out as you sobbed weakly for mercy and forgiveness… for the little mouse and for your crime of harming it.
Your face buried in his neck, breathing in the scent of bleach and chemicals like it was fresh air.
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You were curled up in a ball, rocking yourself comfortingly as you trembled in fear before hallucinations so real you weren’t able to differentiate anymore. Shadow monsters haunting you at every second except when he was around, trying to crawl into your mind and destroy you completely.
Your hands ran through your hair, clean now as Master had been returning nearly everyday to bathe you with him.
He should be back soon.
You glance at the bed and clean living space, somehow so foreign and alien that you feel terrified of even laying on it without him.
You hum a familiar hymn, counting the seconds until these demons are cast out in his presence.
Your soft skin is naked and bare, but the room is warm despite phantom goosebumps raising.
The door opens, boots muted on the fluffy carpet, strolling towards you with ease and grace as you unfurl and crawl towards him.
“Little lamb, did you miss me?” His cherry red eyes sparkling with amusement and mischief, glossy white hair swept back save a few strays which framed his face.
Your smile is genuine as you nod, “Welcome back Master.”
He watches you with immense satisfaction, your skin and hair healthier now that you’ve been rehabilitated and given proper nutrition and care.
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You sit perfectly still, nude body on display for thousands of eyes. The solemn atmosphere disallows for embarrassment as Master speaks, voice carrying his message and voice of God for the people.
“With this sacrifice, let our sins be washed in blood!” his arms spread wide, the cheer of the church deafening yet you move not a single muscle.
You don’t watch, even as the muffled screams become gurgled sounds of drowning.
The sacrifice had to be a damned sinner, one Master deemed better off sent to Heaven early. Dying for the church like this meant even though they were unclean, they could still find salvation through their death. It wasn’t anything new, even as a child you’d witnessed such things.
You cease useless thoughts, eyes trained on him.
He caught your gaze, eyes crinkling as he grins before winking.
They smear the freshly spilled blood over you, hooded masked members wordlessly carrying out the ritual.
“Now the blood of a virgin needs to be spilled…” he murmurs for heads to bow, prayer beginning but you don’t close your eyes, staring out blankly as iron burns your nostrils.
Your skin painted with the blood of a sinner, laid dead on another alter, which you let yourself skip from staring at.
The prayer finishes as Master rises, turning his attention on you as he walks your way. His clothing is all white, current appearance similar to a saint as he approaches.
“Little lamb,” he smoothes a hand through your soft hair with affection, bright red eyes nearly glowing as he leans close, undeterred by the blood coating your cheeks, lips, forehead, and major portions of your body. “Are you ready to be slaughtered?”
A chant in the crowd begins. Hummed at first, building in volume, the words ominous. “Lamb for slaughter.”
You briefly wonder if you’re next, just like the man they’d gutted next to you.
You nod anyway. It hardly mattered whatever he chose to do with you.
Your eyes still widened in surprise as he pushed you gently to lay back on the alter, as he climbed up as well before his people watching with heated gazes.
Master grins, looking sinister and beautiful as he licks his lips and addresses the masses.
“I shall now make the virgin bleed,” you don’t question him as he easily spreads your thighs open, leaving your slit on full view for the crowd and his own eyes.
“Be good for me lamb, I know you can do it,” these words are hushed and spoken just for you, as he places a gentle kiss on your forehead. The action is soothing, and you allow your muscles to relax as you watch the crowd with a mixture of emotion.
Were they real or shadows?
You jolt as you feel something hot and wet prod your vaginal entrance, looking down to see Master had freed his heavy thick cock, erect and leaking from the dark red tip as he pumps it with his free hand a few times.
Then he lets the soft warm tip slip through your folds, parting them to press.
It takes immense force that leaves your chest heaving for air as your finger nails chip and break on the marble alter, body wracked with the intense desire to cringe and pull away.
You stay still, as he grunts pushing into your dry walls, essentially digging his cock inside your cunt to burrow deep.
You’re hardly breathing anymore, face frozen in agony as he stuffed you with each searing inch as you grit your teeth and endured.
The chanting was muted by the muddled noise in your head, like water in your ears, as tears slid down your cheeks.
He pulls out completely once his tip kisses your cervix. His cock coated in a sheen of your blood, though whether it was actually your hymen or the tearing of your vaginal walls was not important. It was the symbolism.
He lets his people take in the sight of you both, feeling pride swell inside him as they grow wild with excitement, moving to close in around you both now. The elders stayed back, their robes and masks in place as they continued the chant while the younger and common members touched and groped your trembling body, smearing the blood and even moving it down to your slit where you jerked a little.
“Be gentle with my lamb, tonight, I make her my wife on this auspicious occasion.” His teeth are sharp and glaring as he smiles, your eyes watching as if behind a screen.
What day was it? You wondered oddly, curious why you couldn’t recall it at all.
Master begins disrobing, shamelessly revealing each inch of his lean muscular build for all eyes as he falls on you again, this time caging your view in to only see him.
Your eyes connect, his alight with joy. “Keep your eyes on me while I fuck you stupid tonight.” He whispers in your ear, too low for anyone else to pick up on, using the position to lick the shell of it as you moan at the strange sensation.
He uses one arm to stay propped above you, letting the other move towards the hooded hard nub just above your slit, pressing softly and rubbing circles as electric shocks of pleasure zap up your spine. Your toes cramp as you try to straighten, but his hips smashing against you ass he sinks into you again stop your movements.
Your eyes widen in shock.
It doesn’t hurt at all.
It’s strange, the fullness still heavy and different, but the sting and ache are gone as he uses the blood of that scapegoat as lube to fuck your pretty cunt.
Tenko laughs as your eyes glaze over, face already showing the euphoria as he works your clit and his cock slowly into you, taking his time this round without the necessity of injuring you.
His gaze even gentle as he almost lovingly fucks you, the terrified expression on your face amusing at the very least for him.
“Relax lamb, we got the pain out of the way, just keep your legs spread for me and I’ll do all the work.” He assures, and like always, you fall for it.
He works you both to climax quickly, chuckling as you clamp and seize around his cock helplessly.
Your hands gripping at his shoulders as he leans down to kiss you, slipping his tongue in your mouth for a filthy kiss that leaves you light headed and pliant as he hardens again inside you.
You glance down wearily, his hips grinding back into you as his finger works your clit again.
“Let’s feel so good we both want to die.” Those red eyes seal your fate.
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“Tenko! Stop breaking your toys, I’m not gonna share mine if you do.” Small childish and chubby hands grip at his own, tugging the toy owned by you from his grasp as he eyes you with disdain not matching a child his age.
“I have to break them.” He rolls his eyes, picking up the disfigured doll he’d “fixed” given to him by his previous family. The ones before his Master Father Shigaraki took him in.
“Why? That’s stupid.” You retort, obnoxious as you try to hide your dolls as if he even wanted them.
“Because if I don’t break it, then how is it even really mine?”
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Post dividers/@cafekitsune
A/N:
I hope you enjoyed this piece! It was very self indulgent if I’m being honest~
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Class 1-A: *talking about Quirks*
Kaminari: yeah, I got my quirk mostly from my mom! What'd your mom give you, Midoriya?
Midoriya:
Midoriya: ...Anxiety, Kaminari.
Midoriya: She gave me anxiety.
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Pairing: touya todoroki x fem!reader, quirkless au
Wordcount: 2.2K
Synopsis: What started out as the innocent intention of building a pillowfort turned into a pillow-ruining night that washes away any remains of an exhausting week
Warnings: 18+ (Minors, don't test me), unprotected bangin', reader has female genitalia but isn't adressed by any pronouns, fluff, smut, penetration, too much plot, established relationship
A/N: Boy, this is LONG. I made this one extra fluffy and sweet so enjoy to your heart's content. The author takes no responibility for any possible cases of cavities which may occur as a side effect.
It was a slow friday afternoon, the weekend was ahead, nothing fancy was happening or planned to happen. Your usual routine slowly drifts into endless boredom as you watch the sun crawl past the horizon out of your apartment window. There was simply no motivation to make dinner. You ran out of ideas and canned ravioli for the 3rd time this week didn't sound particularly exciting. But there was no need to rush it anyways.
Your string of summernight-melancholic thoughts was cut short by the sudden yet soft ring of your doorbell. You weren't expecting anyone so you decided to just pretend you weren't home. Probably some sales-associate or a package for an absent neighbour. Unnecessary social-encounters should always be avoided.
It rings again. No movement.
And again. No reaction, also again.
Again. Again. Again. Whoever was at the door was determined to get on your nerves. Under a storm of doorbell-rings, you begrudgingly open the door.
"The fuck took so long?"
In front of you stood your boyfriend with a pissy expression and two bags overflowingly full of what looked like groceries. Disheveled white spikes hang low in his face yet still allow his haunting blue eyes to flash through the fluff.
"More like the fuck are you doing here?", you step aside to let him in, Touya pushing past you awkwardly as you give him a puzzled look.
"Didn't feel like eating alone today so I'm invading your personal space", he drops the bags and takes off his shoes. "You're WELCOME". That man desperately needed new sneakers but you KNOW he won't replace them until they'd literally fall apart.
"Why didn't you call first? I could've helped you carry."
"Would've ruined the suprise-factor", your boyfriend flashes you one of his classic grins that gives you tingles all over your body. He just knows what to do at the right times, especially after a stressfull week this was just heaven. You didn't know how in need you were for some comforting until you found yourself in a warm and safe embrace that took a good couple of minutes.
"Thank you Tou" came out slightly muffled for your face was smooshed between his chest and arms. "No problem, baby", the words drawl out as a sigh, his hands slide down onto your hips, foreheads and noses touching, eyes shut. He was exhausted as well, his breaths gently fanning over yours. You gently run your fingers through his messy hair, getting a deep sigh of approval. You could stand in this hallway hugging him for eternity.
The low grumble of your stomach breaks the moment, earning you a snort from Touya.
"C'mon, we'll have all the time in the world after we've eaten", your boyfriend gives you one last squeeze before sliding out of the embrace to grab one of the heavy plastic bags. He thought of everything, instant noodles, fresh veggies, snacks. The guy knew you better than you knew yourself, it would be creepy if it wasn't so impressive.
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You spend the next 10 minutes in silence, carefully sorting all the groceries into their respective spots in your small apartment-kitchen. It was nice having Touya's presence in your home. The feeling of loneliness slowly evaporated into nothing, a spreading warmth taking it's place. It bubbles down your throat straight down to your stomach, the entire space smells just like him. Musky yet fresh and overly comfortable. No matter how long you already were together, he never stops making you feel hazy merely with his existence.
"...babe!"
"Mmm?", you got lost in your train of thought.
"I asked you what you want to eat. 3 times", Touya has snaked behind you, taking hold of your waist and pulling you into him as he leans against the kitchen counter. You feel warmth radiating off his torso, smothering you with a wave of relaxation as he gently presses kisses into your hair. "What's up with you, hmm?" Touya's voice has grown low and soft, letting a shiver ripple through you.
"Sorry", a sigh gives away the exhaustion that has been building up for days now. "Week's been shitty", you allow your eyes to close for just a few seconds while leaning into your boyfriend's chest. Everything was a mess at the moment.
"Mm, 'm sorry babe" the hands on your waist lift to give you gentle head scratches. The room turns into a comfortable silence as you let yourself drift in the moment. The evening sun casts it's last rays through your window, bathing the small kitchen in a beautiful red hue. He makes it so easy to forget.
After a few minutes you force your eyes to open again, drowsyness a weight on your eyelids. "Tou, we need to make some food, I'll fall asleep without dinner..." No response. "Touya...", still nothing. "Touya?". Soft yet deep breaths tell you all you need to know. The motherfucker fell asleep while standing up. You wriggle around to face him, a deep sigh rises your chest as you face the white haired man that shamelessly dozed off in your kitchen. His features look ever so peaceful in his half-slumber and your eyes linger on his lips just a second too long.
But this isn't naptime and you were still hungry.
"Babe, wake up...wake up, damn", you couldn't surpress a snort at his now irritated expression while barely cracking one eye open. He takes a deep breath before pushing himself off the counter-edge. "Right...", if it weren't for your stomach, both of you woul've eventually fallen asleep right then.
"We'll make somethin fancy tomorrow"
"Instant Ramen?"
"Instant Ramen."
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You attentively watch Touya pour the steaming hot water into both of the shabby plastic cups, making sure he doesn't dare overfill them. Chicken Teriyaki. The boiling water slowly crawls over the dry noodles, the flavor powder and comes to a perfect stop at the line. You propped up your head on your palms, elbows resting on the kitchen counter as you listened to the the clock on the kitchen wall softly ticking it's busy rythm.
"You know what we haven't done in forever?", your boyfriend's attention shifts from the freshly poured cups to your bored figure and blank stare. "Hmm?"
"Built a pillow fort. Why'd we ever stop doing that?"
For a brief moment the room turned silent, the soft ticking of your clock now somehow louder but your boyfriend's expression 2 notches more in thought than before. "You know what, that's not an unreasonable question". Of course it isn't, after all it was you who asked it. "Tell you what, after we finish eating we'll build the best damn pillow fort this world has ever seen, hm?" A wide grin spreads over your face. You can always count on him when it came to whacky or silly ideas. Steal a shopping cart? He's in. Scribble moustaches and glasses on movie posters? You don't even have to ask.
After a silent but comfortable round of eating, burning your mouth due to your misjudgement of the broth's temperature and Touya's nasty laugh after announcing your tounge's unfortunate demise, you quickly tidy up the table and kitchen. There was absolutely no time to waste as your mission was a serious one: Scavage the entire apartment for anything remotely soft. Touya threw in the idea to place a timer to decide who was better at finding the most building material. Only a fool would challenge you on your own battlefield and it seems like your partner will learn that lesson the hard way.
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You grin triumphantly as Touya stares at your loot-pile consisting of multiple blankets, pillows, a mattress and various plushies. Poor dude only got the couch cushions and some T-shirts so naturally you force him to (begrudgingly) admit his obvious defeat. Both of you are quick to plan and construct a suprisingly impressive fort. There were some collapses here and there, but you managed to build a decently stable pillow-paradise in just under an hour.
"Well what can I say, we did it again", shiny eyes look upon your creation like it's your beloved son. Pride, exhaustion, satisfaction. No lesser words could describe the feelings your baby of blankets and pillows triggers inside you. And the fairy-lights are a nice touch you added last minute. "We did it like no child could dream of achieving", you prop your elbow on Touya's shoulder, or at least attempt to do so until it unavoidably slips off that very same shoulder.
"Yup, we are definetly geniuses".
"Undeniably."
....
"You wanna fuck in it?"
"You know me so well."
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What started as an innocent idea quickly turned into giggles and a heated make-out under a pile of blankets and pillows. Your head in his hands, drowning you in passionate kisses that steal your breath little by little.
The fairy-lights cozily twinkle, the blankets used as walls give a sensual ambience as Touya's soft kisses travel all over your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps. That man knew how to make the butterflies in your stomach party. Soft and gentle touches up and down your sides as he traps you under him, forcing you deeper into the comfortable pile of pillows. Touya's hands slide under you, grazing your back and unclasping your bra in the process. Said bra is then tossed aside, as is your shirt and his shirt. Together they disappear in the depths of the fort and will only reappear with the next washing.
His hands gently squeeze your breasts, a shiver in his breath giving away your boyfriend's arousal. Deep breaths, Touya's broken-off moans and desperate dry humping shoots tingly electricity through your body, the air grows hot, steamy. Meanwhile both of you grow more impatient. A hand slides down your abdomen, past your panties and right towars your pulsing pussy, pushing the lacy material aside and massaging your clit in slow circles.
All you can press out is a breathy "Tou..." before his long fingers sink inside the clenching wetness that is now your cunt. Slow and deep and way too intense for you to handle. Circling thrusts and gasps.
"Feeling good, princess?", Touya stars nibbling at the shell of your ear. "Hmm?" his voice just a whisper and his shallow breaths trickling down to your neck, warm and overwhelming. "Mmm, 's so so good", god you sound so whiney, soft moans grow louder and louder. The wave of your growing orgasm is oh so close to crashing.
His breathy moan at your clench chucks you over the breaking point, waves of tingly pleasure wash over your body, pupils blown wide as Touya finger-fucks you through your first orgasm. "Shhh shh baby, you're doing soooo well". He has a way of drawling out his praises so deliciously. It doesn't stop your entire body from quaking but the praise is oddly pleasing. Maybe a tiny bit too pleasing.
A deep chuckle steers your attention back to the personification of sin himself. "You ok there doll?"
"Mmm, just perfect..", your heart skips just a bit when Touya pulls you towards him, grabbing the backs of your knees in the process and folding your legs over your torso.
"Then I presume you are up for more", a lustful glint flickers in those devilish eyes, "right?"
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You could also always count on Touya's immaculate talent of having you yelp under him in no-time. The guy has your entire body burned into his mind and makes sure you know it. Deep, intense thrusts and sweat pearling off his body. Deep moans spilling past his lips as high pitched ones do past yours, the sounds of sex alone leave nothing to the imagination. His tight hold of your hip and the underside ouf your thigh forces his body even closer, the slow pace slowly fucking you into absolute oblivion.
"Damn babe, fuck", his low drawls send shivers through you. "y'feel so damn good". By now the squelching between your legs has grown louder. You catch your boyfriend's eyes roll back shortly before his head is thrown into his neck as he hits your special spot, having you clench in an instant. Hitting it over and over and over, all you are capable of doing is scream his name and desperately clutching the soft pillows beneath. Pressure builds up in your core, tighter and tighter. Snap.
White ecstacy ripples over your body in a tsunami of tingly bliss. All bodily controll leaves your body as you turn into a puddle beneath Touya, who follows up right after. Thick ropes of release mixing with yours as the white-haired man collapses right on top of you.
"Shit..", erratic panting fills the small pillow-filled space followed by light breathy laughter.
"We shamelessly ruined those pillows", that gives you a snort and a kiss pressed to your sweat-dampened temple. "We love making a mess huh". Gentle kisses get exchanged once again as both of you come down from your high.
"We should definetly toss the cases in the wash before shit dries". The last thing you need now is crusty pillow cases over the weekend.
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"We should give the fort a name"
After cleaning up your mess, both of you got cozy in your usual sleep-attire. It was decided that you might as well spend the night inside the fort.
"How about Kevin?". Touya snorts.
"Babe, this is so not giving Kevin"
"Oh yeah? Then let's hear your suggestion"
"Ok, hear me out", you quirk an eyebrow as Touya stretches his arms out and dramatically pictures the name in the air.
"S h e l b y"
...
"Absolutely not"
"You are such a hater"
Who needs sleep when you could spend the next hour bickering about Pillow-fort names?
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Chapter Twenty-Five - Leap Without Looking
Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dad’s boss’s son. He was the creep that stole girls’ underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it’s not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn’t sleep with him, right? …right?
CW: Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Virginity Kink, Groping, Power Play, Hate to Love, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Animal Death, Slow Burn, Misogyny
Notes: Happy 2024 friends! We have officially crossed the 600 page threshold with this fic and my husband has informed me that in that amount of words, I could've finished three novels by now... I think I've spent my time wisely on this xD
Anyway, thanks as always for following the progress of my long-ass, over-emotional dub-con fic!
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[excerpt]
What was she doing? No seriously, what the hell was she doing?
That’s all she could think as she paced anxiously in her living room. She hadn’t even planned on calling Shigaraki, her fingers had just moved before her brain could. She’d been so worried about leaving him hanging the way she had at the arcade, that he was going to do something drastic, she knew she needed to get back to him as soon as possible. That action, she didn’t kick herself too much for.
But then he had texted her.
Shigaraki
[on the train]
[b @ ur place in 20]
She should’ve corrected him. Told him to meet her at a restaurant or a train station or a diner. Wait, yeah! A diner! That’s what she’d told him earlier, they’d go to a diner! A public, safe place that would pose a much lower risk of clothes being lost (although, not a zero chance, she admitted bitterly as she remembered one of their last serious talks over dinner). 
But no, she’d been too preoccupied trying to work out what to say, that when she’d finally gotten her head put on straight, about fifteen minutes later, she’d found a new reason to lose it. Tomura Shigaraki was going to be in her house, in the middle of the night, when her parents weren’t home. 
Nevermind the rather important question regarding how exactly he knew her address already, just what expectation was she setting with that?! Especially right after telling him that she and Mirio broke up. There’s no way Tomura Shigaraki of all people was coming over with anything other than sex on the brain. 
All of the fully rehearsed words she’d had suddenly didn’t feel sufficient anymore. This was way more serious than she was ready for. It was all happening way too fast. She didn’t even know what she wanted. She hadn’t even had the courage to fully admit to herself that she had very serious feelings for him, didn’t even know if she wanted to date him, so just what the hell was she supposed to say now in her house?!
Her heart just about beat out of her chest when the doorbell rang. That terrible cheerful little jingle that signaled the demise of her self-control. What was going to happen when she opened that door? How could she stop whatever he tried to make happen?
Especially when it was something she deep down really wanted to happen.
Luckily, she didn’t have to think of a solution. Because when she opened the door, she did not find Tomura Shigaraki holding flowers or video games or ready to sweep her off her feet (and into her bed). She saw him instead, hunched over panting, soaked to the bone, and not wearing shoes.
“O-Oh my god!” she practically shrieked.
“I didn’t bring anything,” was all he managed to say through heaving breaths. 
As if she would’ve expected him to bring a home gift under normal circumstances, let alone when he was hunched over and dripping onto her welcome mat.
She huffed in confused exasperation and pulled him into the house by the front of his sopping wet shirt, “Get in here right now!”
“W-Wow. It’s warm…” he muttered, looking around the living room in a daze as she closed the front door behind him.
“Yeah, I’m sure!” she snapped, “What happened to you?!”
“You said you wanted to talk in person.”
“So what, you ran all the way from Roppongi?!” she demanded.
He looked away, a blush dusting his cheeks, “I took the train too…”
She shook her head in disbelief, “You’re not even wearing shoes…”
Before he could say anything more, embarrassing himself further, she pressed a hot hand to his neck with a quickness that had him shuttering out a sigh. But she didn’t notice what she was doing to him. 
(She never truly did, did she?)
“Oh my God, you’re freezing!” she grabbed his shirt suddenly again, this time pulling it straight up over his head, “Take these off— take them off now!”
It all happened too fast for either of them to really process or be embarrassed about. She peeled his clothes off piece by piece, all while shoving him frantically down the ever-warmening hallway of her home. At some point he blinked and found himself stripped down completely and standing alone in the middle of her bathroom, fluffy beige towel in hand.
Shigaraki blinked as he finally had a coherent thought for what seemed like the first time in the last five hours. That thought being that when he’d pictured himself naked in her house, this is not the way he’d thought it’d go. 
He looked around the room, still in a bit of a daze. It was a typical Japanese bathroom, a nice one, he supposed, with its auto-filling tub and real tile, notably not laminate. But it was cozy (the nice way of saying small) and the only one for the whole household. The whole house seemed to be that way, from the quick glimpse he saw of it all. Simple, modest, warm. Quite a difference from his own luxurious and picture-perfect, but admittedly cold household. 
It surprised him a bit, the modest part. Though maybe it shouldn’t have. The more he learned about her and her family, the clearer it was that maybe she wasn’t as overtly privileged as he’d once assumed, as he was used to. Sure her family was comfortable, but there was a much wider gap between them, the family that packed onigiri and Don Quixote-purchased lawn chairs for swim meets, and he who had a Kurogiri at his every beck and call.
By the time he got to running his fingers along her slew of floral body washes and shampoos, he couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh over the situation. The ridiculousness of it all. How panicked he’d been, how undoubtedly panicked she’d been waiting for him. How all of it seemed to go instantly out the window the moment she saw him and had something all new to worry over. No, not just something. Someone. Him. Him and his well-being. 
Well wasn’t that something new.
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frickingnerd · 1 year
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patching up touya todoroki
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pairing: touya todoroki x fem!reader
summary: touya gets beat up by a bunch of guys, after trying to defend you and you patch up his wounds
tags: touya & reader are in high school, touya never became dabi, no mentions of quirks, swearing, mentions of blood, injuries, people are mean to you, hurt/comfort
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touya has always been a troublemaker and the type of guy your parents had warned you about
he was constantly getting into fights at school and it wasn't rare for him to get his ass kicked when going against a group of guys on his own
and you were always the one who had to patch him up again, when he came running to you with a bloody lip, crooked nose or bruises all over his pretty face
"what was it about this time?" you sighed as you carefully removed the blood from his face with a wet towel
touya stayed silent, staring at the wall and pretending he didn't hear you
"is it that bad that you can't even tell me?" you asked, removing the towel and carefully taking his face into your hands, making him look at you
"they were talking shit about you…" touya grumbled. "calling you a dumb bitch or something…"
"that's it?" you smiled amused. "you've let them kick your ass because of a mean comment towards me~?" 
"shut up–!!" touya rolled his eyes and tried to turn away, as you held him in place
"you're too soft, touya~!" you scolded him, only to have the boy glare at you once more
"i'm defending your honor–!" he huffed at you, crossing his arms in front of his chest
you couldn't help but laugh at that
it seemed like touya would rather get his ass kicked to defend your honor than actually man up and admit he had been crushing on you
but you already knew how he felt about you, even if he didn't say it out loud…
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alumirp · 5 months
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The Good Citizen
An AU where Izuku is just an ordinary boy. He never meets All Might and has his application for Yuuei's entrance exam rejected because of his quirkless status. He still wants to be a hero, but then again, he's just a normal kid with a mom who works two jobs, and since he failed to get into his dream school, he still has to get into another one, he doesn't have time. to go to the gym or learn to fight, or whatever. And yet, he wants to be a hero, so he grabs a pair of old skates and a stick. And he sneaks out the window at night, intending to be a vigilante.
But like a normal boy, he's a bit of a coward, so when he encounters his first crime, instead of getting involved, he calls the police. He calls the police and hides and is delighted when a police car arrives a few minutes later and does its job. And then he repeats that, goes out, finds a crime and calls the police. And repeat. And the next time, he identifies himself as "Good Citizen" when the person on the line recognizes his voice. And the name sticks. And Izuku keeps it, thinking of it as a way to keep his identity safe. But one day, 'The Good Citizen' calls the police on a group of men beating up a guy. And next he stops a man from harassing a girl.
The mens who beat the guy are part of a powerfull gang and their high-rankers discovers that the person who reported them was the same person who has been making several reports. The old man who harassed the girl was an important member of the HPSC, whose arrest creates a huge scandal
With this he successfully angers the villains and the HPSC all at once. Next week there's a bounty on 'snitch's head. And an arrest warrant for the vigilante who is 'an enemy in the making for the society of heroes'.
Then a race begins, villains and heroes mobilizing to kill/arrest one (1) well-intentioned green bean.
And, out of nowhere, this all becomes Aizawa Fucking Shota's problem.
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beybuniki · 2 months
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tellingandyelling · 11 months
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Another, slightly tododeku idea that I talked about in the TDDK Big Bang discord and was thinking about again…..
Cat Cafe AU
Where Aizawa is freaking out. He just lost his entire class. And the Ex-Number One Hero. Damn it, why is this happening?! Why does he have so many problem children? Where is he going to find his problem Ex-Number One man?!
Meanwhile, the Midoriya’s cat cafe is doing exceptionally well after Izuku found a box of twenty colorful (and quirked) kittens and one Flemish giant rabbit.
Other things to mention:
The Midoriya’s cat cafe was about to close because all their friendly kittens found a forever home and well, it’s hard to run a cat cafe with no cats.
The red and white cat absolutely loves Izuku after he went on a mini rant about the negatives of Endeavor being the new number one.
There is a blond cat who reminds Izuku of Kacchan. Hence the name “Cat-chan” and the nickname “Explosion Fur Disaster” (Cat-chan sheds the most).
The violet cat keeps brainwashing customers and making them feed him tuna. Inko had to put “Mister Hypnos” in the cone of shame more than once.
The red and white cat also loves soba for some reason. He keeps stealing it. Only reason why he doesn’t get the shame cone is because Izuku is a sucker for the cat’s little mews and cuddles.
Another cat keeps meowing at him, trying to communicate. Unfortunately, Izuku doesn’t speak cat (Sorry Koda).
There’s a cat with a shadow of a bird….. and that shadow sometimes meows. Despite being a bird.
WAIT WHERE IS THE INVISIBLE CAT?! Oh, she’s near the cat with the weird tail. QUICK TIE A RIBBON ON HER!
The giant rabbit, affectionately named Bun Might, keeps headbutting Izuku whenever he stays up past midnight researching heroes. And if Izuku ignores him, Bun Might will then loudly yell and wake up Inko, the cats, and the entire neighborhood.
“Mom? Nyan-ravity is making the customers float again! And Sparky won’t stop staring at the light switch!”
Once, the cafe was visited by Izuku’s old middle school classmates. They bullied Izuku, teased him for not having a quirk and for dropping out of high school, and were then attacked by twenty feral kittens and one angry bunny. Everyone got the cone of shame that night. Even Bun Might.
Eventually, Aizawa finds his missing class and Yagi and everyone is like “IZUKU NEEDS TO JOIN CLASS 1-A!”
Izuku :
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(Also, Shouto asks for Izuku’s hand in marriage after he returns to his human form and Izuku proceeds to melt into a puddle. Luckily, Shouto speaks puddle.)
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goddessofbees3600 · 4 months
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Bnha shindeku OC child!
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werewolfnightwalker · 6 months
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Good morning, I'm thinking about highschool sweethearts toukei and Touya wearing a mask to hide his burn scars and long sleeves no matter the weather. He gets asked what he's hiding a thousand times a day by nosy kids, but the one person who never pried was Keigo, the kid who transferred to his school recently.
Naturally, that makes Touya like him a little more than everyone else, and they start hanging out. They eat lunch, study, and walk home from school together. They wait for each other after their individual club meetings. (Touya is on the soccer team, Keigo is in archery.)
Eventually, Touya develops a crush. He starts thinking about holding Keigo's hand on their walks home, and... and kissing him. But Touya's never shown anyone his face before, the burn scars that mar his skin too deep and, in his opinion, ugly, to be seen. But he can't stop thinking about it.
It's only after gym one day, when he comes out of the locked bathroom stall he was changing in, that he sees Keigo's own scars. The blonde is changing in the unused shower stalls, only visible from Touya's exact angle. The old wounds are reddish, angry, and scored down his back in a pattern that almost resembles wings. They're not burns, but they're... something.
It makes Touya feel better, in a twisted way. It makes him feel braver, too, brave enough to start holding Keigo's hand on their walks home.
It's a few weeks later that Keigo makes the next move. Tactfully, he blurts it out at the celebration after Touya's soccer match, where his team won by a landslide. The whole team went to get pizza, and Touya dragged Keigo along with them. They'd moved across the restaurant to get away from the rowdy noise, and ended up in the small side room some would generously call an arcade.
"I want to kiss you." Keigo whispered as he sat on the seat of the motorcycle racing game, clutching Touya's hands.
"Do you?"
"If you're okay with it."
He is. He is, but he's fucking terrified to show him what's under the mask. The colorful lights of the arcade games and claw machines, the music and pinging and distant chatter are all muted as he hesitates. In the end, Keigo cups his cheeks and kisses him, brief and soft, over the mask.
The first time they kiss for real, without barriers, is at a school dance. Tucked in the furthest corner, behind the gym's bleachers, Touya turns to Keigo.
"Close your eyes."
He does, and feels Touya's lips- mismatched, misshapen, waxy and cracked and taut- press against his.
They have to duck out of their hiding spot before they get caught by a teacher, but Keigo doesn't open his eyes until Touya says so. Even if he didn't see him, it doesn't stop his stomach from filling with butterflies.
Even then, Keigo never presses to see, although he does ask for plenty more kisses, which he's more than willing to shut his eyes for. He never peeks once, not even when he asks for one while they're walking home and he trips over the crack in the sidewalk, where he would've face planted if Touya hadn't caught him.
Finally, finally, one day, Touya feels brave enough to show him. He was waiting for Keigo to finish his archery meet when some other kids approached him and asked him the dreaded question.
"What's under the mask, Todoroki?"
When he tried to walk away, they stopped him, demanding he show them his "big secret."
Just as Touya thinks things are going to get violent, an arrow strikes, punctures the locker between him and the other kids, making them leap apart.
"Leave him alone!" Keigo snarls from the doorway, his bow up and another arrow aiming at the others, "It's none of your business what's under his mask! It's just his fucking face!"
The other kids promptly make themselves scarce, and Keigo stomps over to Touya, practically vibrating with indignation, while Touya is stunned, having what is very much an italicized "oh" moment.
He can't help it, then, but to grab Keigo and pin him to the locker. He yanks down his mask, and Keigo drops his bow immediately to cover his eyes, but Touya stops him.
"I want you to see." He whispers, and Keigo only gets a second to do so before Touya's lips are on his.
There, against the lockers outside the gym, on a perfectly normal afternoon, with the slanted sunlight turning the hall to gold and illuminating his scars, they kiss. Keigo's fingers feel across the wounds on Touya's face, bold and yet gentle, and Touya just lets him, trembling but but unafraid as his mask dangles from his ear. When they finally pull apart, when Keigo finally gets a good look, what fills his eyes is not disgust, as Touya had feared, but awe.
"Beautiful. You're beautiful, Touya." He whispers, and doesn't give Touya a chance to refute such a claim, before he's kissing him again.
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astriddestelle · 6 months
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I hate when you can tell how young a fandom is. MHA for instance is so full of youngins and their views of black and white mentality.
If I see another quirkless vigilante Deku and All Might bashing on my feed imma scream.
Was All Might supposed to tell this quirkless kid who almost got killed by sludge yes you can be a hero be fucking for real.
Deku would’ve got killed by the first villain he fought come on now. He’s smart but that isn’t a quirk he’s just smart so is Bakugo and even he almost got killed by sludge with quirks.
Can you imagine Deku going up against Stain or Dabi with no quirk in what world is he surviving?
Just because he’s quirkless doesn’t make him Batman and let’s be honest Batman only wins through plot armor if Superman randomly decided to flick Batman into space because his voice was annoying him in a meeting he’d be dead.
Also bashing all might and not aizawa who was canonically an asshole is questionable. Will never understand or his mom who legit said sorry and was crying for him.
May not have been what he wanted to hear but she was being realistic parents fuck up it doesn’t make them bad parents.
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