#I'm gonna shove and lock him in an oven and cook him at a nice and crispy 220°c ❤️

[smuthospital]

⭐️Pirate! Tomura x reader⭐️

Premise: A certain pirate really thinks you're pretty

Warning: NON CON, kidnapping, gn reader

MINORS DNI

"Now for the sponge cake!" You crack an egg and separate the yolks from the whites in two seperate bowls. You're making strawberry shortcake! You stop in your tracks when the sharp smell of smoke leaks into your airways. You drop everything you're doing and run to the bread oven. Your bread almost burned! Momo would kill you! You work at her little bakery and this bread was requested by a frequent customer. You sigh as you place the bread on a cooling rack and put out the fire in the hearth.

You live in a beautiful little port town by and it's what you call home. It's right by the sea so most men in town work at the docs, work at sea or sell goods. You just work in a little bakery. It's moderately popular. Everyone adores the pretty little bakery girl. You have countless old women asking you to marry their grandsons and countless men trying to pry into your life to win themselves a pretty wife to cook for them. You deny all marriage proposals because you're waiting for your true love to sweep you off your feet. And although your sweet little sea side town is everything to you, you hope to one day leave and explore the world. Your friends and family would be fine. You'd come back and show them all the nice things aquired on your travels.

You smell smoke again. That's odd. You could have sworn you turned the hearth off. Maybe a piece of bread fell onto the coals below the heat rack and now it's burning? You peak in the hearth you had just put out and see that it is Infact empty, but the smell of smoke remains. You then hear a scream from outside followed by people running around. You hear gun shots and the sound of distant laugter getting closer. You run outside to see a row of houses on fire, the fire spreading more and more. Momo amung the crowd, yanks you back into the bakery and roughly places a key in your hand. Her skin is as white as a sheet, her body drenched in sweat..and blood? "W-what happened to you? M-Momo? Wh-whats goin-"

"P-Pirates."

Your heart stops. This can't be. What would pirates what from your cute little town? "W-what? O-oh god." You cover your mouth as tears seep from your eyes, knowing this might be the end of your little happy town and maybe your life. Nothing will be the same by days end. "Listen, I need to get to my family. Stay here and hide in the back. Please be safe!" With that, Momo runs off. You waste no time hiding in the bakery, but not before locking the doors and turning off all the lights. You hide in the backroom and pray for a hero. You're covered in a cold sweat as you hear heavy footsteps outside the bakery. They seem to linger for a few moments around the display window. You hear them fade into the distance and sigh in relief.

A rock smashes through the bakery door glass and a hand shoves through the hole created to unlock the door from the inside. You begin to crawl to the back door as the person let's themselves in through the front. You hear the persons feet crunching the glass and the sound of them collecting your baked goods in a sack. You can image that baked bread and sweets are a delicacy to pirates.

You slowly open the back door and your breath is caught in your throat. "Ey captain, we got a live one!" A man wearing black shouts. From behind him, a tall, white haired man comes into view. He ducks his head under the door way as he enters. "Ah and a pretty one. I'm gonna have some fun with you, sweetie."

The cocky grin on his face tells you that he doesn't mean a board game. Fear like no other settles in your gut. He looks absolutely over joyed to see that expression on your face. Your eyes dart around for any escape. His frame covers the entire doorway.

The man smiles down at you wickedly. You try to run back into the bakery, but a pirate in dark clothing stands there, eating the bread you'd just baked. You feel a wall press into your from behind, two hands landing firmly on your shoulders. "Hey, pretty lady, no need to be frightened. We're customers. I'd like to have a cream puff. You got any of those?" The white haired pirate asked, his warm breath tickling the shell of your ear, his chest pressed against your back and...somthing else. "Huh?? No!? I-I can make some..just please..don't hurt me." You turn to him and hold your hands together.

Dread washes over you as you feel his eyes drag up and down your body with that same shit eating grin on his face. His eyes stop at your chest, your cleavage poking out from the top of your apron. You feel naked in his eyes. "No..I can help you make them...it's my specialty." He says right before he grabs at you. You let out a short scream as he picks you up by the waist and forces your body onto a counter, ass up and legs dangling over the edge. He pushes your dress up over your hips and marvels at the sight. He kneeds your ass like dough, your kicking and screaming only egging him on.

As he pulls down your underwear, you spot a wooden mallet you had been using earlier and grab it. He picks up your underwear and brings it to his nose, taking a deep inhale before pocketing it. You can feel his twitching erection poking your thigh. Before he can do anything else, you swing the mallet at his body with all your strength, managing get him in the side. You scramble off the counter and out the back door that he left open, narrowly missing his hand grabbing for your hair. "YOU FUCKING BITCH! I'LL GET YOU!" His words sends shivers like cold water down your spine, but only boost your adrenaline, further encouraging you to run even faster. He recovers from the hit almost immediately and bounds after you. You can hear him quickly catching up from behind you. You don't dare look back.

You feel all hope drain out of your body as a heavy hand land clamps around your wrist. He slams his body into yours, sending you tumbling onto the gravely path with him on top. Black spots cloud the corners of your eyes from the impact. He yanks you by the collar towards his face. You hear his shouting grow farther. He backhands you across the face, momentarily bringing you back to your senses before you succumb to sleep. "You're just a little cock tease. I'll show you how to treat a man." Are the last words you hear before passing out in the mans grip.

You hear the sound of waves, then heavy footsteps on wood. You slowly open your eyes to see that you're on a mattress in the corner of a small, dark, dust covered room. You have a massive headache that has you wanting to close your eyes again, but you do your best to resist. The only light source coming from a small round window. You whimper as you rub your hand on your face, trying to sooth your swollen cheek. You begin crying again. Your town..its gone and you're gonna die. It's like a dungeon in here. You quickly examine yourself just incase you were defiled in your sleep. Your dress is torn, revealing more of your chest and there's a vertical slit up your skirt that goes up to your hip. You shift a bit in your spot, uncomfortable. Your pussy feels..tampered with? The door swings open and you gasp. You scoot to the farthest corner of the bed. "I like that look on you..but you know, you shouldn't have hurt me earlier. That's no way to treat your captain. Now I have to discipline you. I'm captain shigaraki, but you can call me Tomura." He steps closer, taking off his coat and tossing it aside.

"No-no wait. You don't want me..I-Im no good..I...I'm on my period!" You struggle to come up with more excuses. He chuckles at this. "Sweetheart, I know that you're not. I had a taste earlier and even if you were, I'm a pirate. A little bloods never stopped me before." Your expression reflects your disgust. So he did do something to you. "You're a monster!" Your words only seem to make his smile bigger. He gets down and crawls into the bed infront of you like a lion inspecting it's prey. You scream as he grabs you by your ankle and drags you under him. He leans down, his white hair tickling your face, your foreheads almost touching. You feel his throbbing cock under his pants rub against your stomach, begging to be released. He grinds his hips back and fourth along your pelvis, making you feel every inch of what's going to be splitting you open real soon.

He drags his tongue from your neck to your cheek bone. "Feel that? All for you. every since I first laid eyes on you, I couldn't calm down. I've been meaning to get a little cabin wench and I think you'll do the job quite nicely. A pretty little thing to keep my cock warm while out at sea. I'm sure you'd like that." He bucks his hips once, a whimper leaving your mouth. "And you have your uses. You can cook and bake your sweet little bakery things for me and my men. We'll have someone watch you incase you think you can get away with using poison...and if you try...well... don't." His face is only a cm from yours. You can't recoil any further without breaking your neck.

"I'm gonna fuck your mouth first. Then I'm gonna pound your holes into dust. Make you all nice and full. I'm gonna fuck you until you bleed. That is if you're not a virgin. Make sure to beg for me to stop." His large hands grasp your dress and yank it off your body, making sure to keep it intact. Your wailing seems to add to his enjoyment. "You know, sweet heart, If I ripped up your pretty little dress, nothing would stop my men from raping all your holes bloody." One of his hands crawl towards your cunt and plays with your clit, his wide grin mocking you. Your face is completely red in shame. He surprises you when he suddenly shoves a finger into your unprepared cunt.

You hear the clinking of metal and see he's unbuckles his belt as you struggle. You try to push his hand away from your cunt with your free hand when he quickly pulls out away, instead replacing it with his heavy cock. Your breath catches in your throat as you look at the ginormous thing laying on your stomach.

"Y-you can't...be serious. That won't fit! You're gonna kill me!"

You grunt as you struggling with all your strength. "Get off of me! Get off!" You hear a crack and stop stop moving, confused. What was that sound? A fiery sting slowly spreads across your cheek. "Shut the fuck up, meat. I'm sick of your whining. Beg me to stop. Beg me for mercy. And say my name too?" He growls. "P-please, Tomura." He rubs the cheek he just smacked as a form of reward, rubbing away the tears with his thumb.

"That's a good girl..now get on your knees." You do as he says immediately, coming face to face with the monsters monster. To you, it's disgusting. A pirates down below area..who knows where it's been. The tip is already shiny with pre cum. It's thickness seems life threatening. You really don't want to put that stinky pirate prick in your mouth so you instinctively try to pull away and you kinda You like breathing. He anticipated this tangles his hand in your hair and presses your face into his groin, his cock pressing against your cheek and nose. You clench your eyes shut and whimper. You can feel his cock radiating heat. "Common. Show your new owner that you're sorry for hurting him." You don't open your mouth fast enough for his liking so he yanks your hair. The feeling is excruciating. You scream in pain he slides his cock in as soon as your mouth opens.

You immediately gag as it reaches the back of your throat, the taste making you try scrunch up your face. It's salty. It's not even all the way in yet and you're fighting for air. He laughs as you panic. "Never given head? Dont worry, I'll teach ya. Start by sucking. No teeth." You do as he instructs, closing your lips around his shift and suctioning as hard as you can. He lets out a deep, gutteral groan and thrusts his hips back and fourth. "Oh fuck. You're a natural."

He continues thrusting, his cock sliding in and out with ease, now coated with your saliva. Pre cum and saliva leaks from the corners of your mouth and down your chin and onto your awaiting tits. Your breathing has adjusted to his rythim a bit now. His pace quickens and you try to pull away harder than before, not wanting his nasty children in your mouth. He presses his hips to your lips and grunts, his pubic hair smuthered against your nose and mouth. Your mouth burns as hot, thick lava like cum pours down your throat and out your mouth. It's all coming so fast that you can't swollow fast enough to breath. You have a hard time taking it all, some of it spills from your nose. He slowly pulls out with a sigh, his hand still firmy clasping your hair. Your mouth hangs open for a few moments. You think it's over, but his cock is just as hard as it was before he assaulted you. You think you're constant whimpering is doing something for him.

He shoves you on your stomach and lifts your hips up. You try to lift yourself on your elbows, but he shoves your face into the mattress. "Stay down."

His cock prods your entrance. He tries to shove in, but you're too tight and he's too big, causing it to just slip onto your clit. You can still feel the heat coming from it, burning your skin with every contact. He grumbles in frustration when you try to move away. He lifts his heavy hand and smacks your ass. His cock prods your entrance again. "I'm warning you." Your whimpers get louder and more desperate as he slowly stuffs the head of his cock into your cunt. You're in too much pain to think properly. The head pops in and you scream. "Ah. Finally. You're cunt is like a fucking boa. Got me in a chokehold. I might get stuck." He groans out. All you can do is cry, unable to respond without sounding like a blubbering mess. He leans over your back, caging your body with his.

"This might hurt, sweety so just brace yourself." His warning would have been comforting if you couldn't tell how excited he is to hurt you. He shoves the rest of his cock into your cunt, you muffle a cry into the mattress. He presses his hips to yours, rolling in a few circles to rub it in. He licks his lips. "Yeah. Keep crying." He thrusts in and out of your hot cunt. You can hear the wet sounds of your blood and your body desperately trying to create some sort of lubricant. "Hah...maybe I'll put a baby in you. Have you be my exclusive bitch."

"P-please. I'll do anything, Tomura..no...please-" he cuts you off with a loud moan. "You look so fucking pretty like this. Cry more!" He slams his hips into your ass, forcing your spine into an uncomfortable position. Your eyes cross and you you gasp in pain. He snacks your ass again, harder than the first time. You sob loudly, feeling like you're gonna die. You feel his arm reach under you and trail his hand from between your breasts, down your mid section and then down to your tummy. He feels his cock bulge our from you slightly each time he bottoms out. He pushes down on the lump. You whimper, the feeling an indescribable amount of pleasure. You can't help but tighten around his cock even more.

You hate it, but it feels so good. You can't help yourself. Your cunt squeezes his cock as he speeds up, his pace battering your womb without a care, just as a pirate does. You try to crawl away one last time, he puts all his weight on your back and slams his hips harder than ever before, sending ripples down your body. He snacks your ass twice in a row. You're sure his strikes are to leave welts and bruises. You feel a hot gush as his cum flows into you. Your eyes cross, the feeling too pleasurable to bare. You release your juices around his cock and his face comforts in pleasure. "Ah fuck!" Your tummy bloats slightly, and cum spurts out from around where his cock is buried deep inside you. He thrusts gently, riding out his orgasm. He leans over your shoulder to whisper in your ear.

"You're gonna be my little wife now. No complain'in. You cook, you bake, you clean, you sit on my cock and when it's time, bare my children." You can't believe the direction your life took. This morning, you were happy in your little bakery, now you're a pirates concubine or something. He slowly pulls out with a lewd 'pop' sound and rolls you over to face him. He almost tenderly kisses you o the lips. "I enjoyed this raids bounty today. I found a beautiful treasure." His lays himself next to you, hugging you closer to his body.

With that, you couldn't stay awake any longer. Your lower half is completely numb. You have no feeling in your ass and you sure sitting will not be an option for awhile. Maybe one day you'll come to enjoy being a pirates love.

Maybe you'll get used to this. Maybe if you behave.

[oddsconvert]

😭 WAAAAA 😭

My heart is literally withering inside my chest. I'm empty. That poor poor angel, even when he's allowed to speak nothing he says matters! Muzzle only comes off for Ivan's sick wants 😤

Poor poor Jackie - Joe and Momma bear need to find him STAT!!!! He's so absolutely distraught and broken but 'performing' for Ivan because it's what he's used to.

*If he ever stops using that hoodie/finding comfort in it I'm actually just gonna go missing. I'm running away from life*

behavior modification, part nineteen

<- previous, masterlist here

content warnings for: EXPLICIT ORAL NONCON, references to past noncon & implied CSA, forced nudity, restraints, muzzles, electrocution, emotional manipulation, references to sensory deprivation, dehydration, minor blood, and adult language

part nineteen, case notes

After extended sensory deprivation, the subject demonstrated characteristic anxiety and fatigue, exacerbated by moderate dehydration and disruption of his circadian rhythm. No cognitive tests were administered, but the subject showed acute sensitivity to all sensory stimuli immediately following reintroduction. Results suggest possible use of deprivation to encourage increased responsiveness in Romantic protocols. 

–

When Ivan returns an hour later, sweet little Jack is keening beneath his muzzle, the beads still thrumming relentlessly inside of him. His naked body is drenched in sweat, and every leather-wrapped muscle is taut against the sheets. It’s extreme, Ivan thinks, to go from complete sensory deprivation to this kind of overstimulation; he wonders what Jackie will be willing to do to make it stop, how good he will promise to be–if he can even speak. But it isn’t necessary that he speak at all. His pretty pink mouth has plenty of other uses, and it’s time it gets some practice. 

Ivan punches the remote in his pocket, and the beads rev down. Jack’s chest still beats in frantic pants, but his body deflates against the sweat-stained sheets. His red cheeks are streaked with fresh tears; his fluids are up, then. Ivan brushes one away with his thumb, and Jack flinches, eyes darting beneath his blindfold. 

“There now, Jackie,” Ivan says, “you should be a bit perkier now, shouldn’t you?” 

Jack whines low in his throat. His head bobs back and forth, like he’s looking for something–only he doesn’t have eyes to see. Not just yet. 

“Didn’t you like that, baby?” 

Jack shakes his head, the leash rattling against the headboard behind him. Ivan can hear the way his throat flutters, searching for unobstructed breath. It’s beautiful. 

Ivan chuckles. “No, I suppose you wouldn’t. But it’s necessary. If you’re going to embarrass yourself with displays like the one you made when I brought you up here, you should know that I’m only going to humiliate you further. You have to learn. Joe deserves a good boy, doesn’t he? Especially since he’s taken on damaged goods.” 

Jack is silent, but a new tear slips from beneath the black silk over his eyes. His body still trembles. 

Good, then. Let Jack think that his Joe is behind this. Perhaps it will give him the motivation he needs to really commit to his training.  

And surely, when it’s all done, when sweet Jackie is a product and no longer a person, Joe will be broken too. 

Ivan smiles. 

“You should know better, shouldn’t you?” he purrs, leaning close to Jack’s ear. “You should know better than to fight. It’s never gotten you anywhere, has it?”

Jack doesn’t move, but Ivan can see his eyes squeeze beneath the blindfold. He drops a kiss to Jack’s forehead and then busies himself with removing the IV line.  

“I promised I’d never use your pleasure as punishment, didn’t I?” Ivan says, pressing his thumb to stop the blood welling from Jack’s forearm. 

The boy whimpers, but he doesn’t stir. He can’t, really. Not with the cuffs and chains still keeping him tethered to himself. Ivan secures Jack’s wrist back to the belt at his hip. 

“And that wasn’t meant to make you feel good. It will be a while before I can grant you that luxury. You’ve done nothing to deserve it, have you?” 

He lets his hand rest against the metal fixture that traps Jack’s cock and presses down hard. A groan shreds in Jack’s throat, his muscles cording beneath his collar. 

“But I told you: you’re going to perform for me, Jackie. Do it well, and I won’t hurt you again today. And then, we’ll put you back in that bag and see if you can’t behave better the next time I let you out.” 

Jack tries to buck away from Ivan’s touch, but bound up as he is, he only succeeds in wriggling like an oversized worm. Ivan laughs and unwinds the leash from the headboard before the boy can strangle himself. He lifts Jack’s head to unbuckle the muzzle; sweet Jackie will need his mouth for what comes next. 

“P-p-please!” Jack bleats as soon as the leather falls away. His lips are bloody, white slivers of dead skin flaking off of them. 

Ivan throws him on the floor and jams his hand into his pocket for the remote to the boy’s collar. Jack’s bound body arches against the bedroom carpet, and if he screams, no one can hear. 

“Oh, Jackie, my sweet boy. I told you, no fighting.” 

Ivan wrenches Jack to his knees by the hair, and the boy’s cry is dry and husky. Ivan is sure that those pretty blue eyes are blinking back tears behind their blindfold. He’s beautiful this way, even if he is disobedient. 

No matter. Ivan is confident he can make him obey. 

“Please,” Jack rasps, his face turning blindly to find Ivan in the dark. His bottom lip trembles, and he rocks back and forth over his leatherbound knees. “Please, I can’t–you don’t know–I can’t–I can’t–I can’t–” 

“I do know,” Ivan says gently. “I know what Bill Chester did to you–” 

“--no, no, please–” 

“--how good you were for him. I know how good you were for all of the men who came after. But you know who you haven’t been good for, Jackie?” 

Jack’s head hangs. “No.” The word stretches long, like an animal’s lowing. 

Ivan kneels in front of him, steadying Jack’s head with both his hands. “You can do this, Jackie. You’ve done it before.” 

“Joe–Joe, he wouldn’t–” 

“Maybe he wouldn’t,” Ivan says thoughtfully, “but you should have made him see. He’s better than you are, Jackie. He deserves more. Don’t you think so?” 

“Yes,” Jack whispers.

Ivan’s knuckles graze Jack’s cheek. “Do you love him?” 

Jack’s head bobs between Ivan’s hands. “Yes.” 

“Don’t you want him to love you? Don’t you want to be worthy of him?” 

Sweet little Jack actually flinches. Ivan’s hands drop and take hold of his bare shoulders. 

“I know, Jackie. I know that it’s hard. But this is what you were meant for. You know it, don’t you? Joe was only too kind to ask. That’s why I have to help him.” 

For a moment, Jack’s head sinks backward, like he’s about to protest. And then he slumps over his knees, limp as a ragdoll. 

He knows what he is now. And he wants to be good for his Joe. It’s the only thing he can be.

“It’s alright, Jackie,” Ivan murmurs. He kisses the boy’s eyes over the blindfold, and Jack shudders. “It’s alright, sweet boy. It’ll be easier now, won’t it? Now that you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what, baby?” 

“Sir,” Jack whispers, and his chest beats with a ragged sob. “Yes, sir.” 

“Good boy, Jackie.” 

Ivan stands, letting his fingertips slip across Jack’s shoulders as he goes. It’s criminal, how soft the boy’s skin is. He takes Jack’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, pressing into the hollows of Jack’s cheeks and forcing his mouth open. He stuffs his thumb into Jack’s mouth and drags it across his tongue. 

“Close your lips, baby,” Ivan says. “And suck.”

Jack complies, even as his body tenses and jerks with sobs he won’t let go. His mouth is dry–too dry for Ivan’s purpose. The boy needs water. Ivan pulls away. He runs his thumb over Jack’s bloody lips. They feel like sandpaper. 

“Are you thirsty, Jackie?” 

Jack nods, his head so loose on his shoulders that it seems to bobble. 

“Then, here’s what we’ll do. I’ll get you some water, and then, you’ll show me how good you can be. Can you do that?” 

“Yes. Please–sir. Sir.” 

Ivan scratches behind Jack’s ear, and he can feel where the muzzle’s strap has started to wear a groove into the bone. 

“I’m sure your Joe would love to hear you say that, wouldn’t he?” 

Ivan leaves him for a moment to get the water, and when he returns, darling Jack–still blind, still bound–laps the water from the glass at his lips like a helpless kitten. It takes longer than Ivan would like, but when Jack finishes, Ivan sets the glass aside and turns Jack’s head forward. 

“I’ll give you another when we’re done, huh?” 

Jack doesn’t answer. His body thrums like a live wire twitching on pavement. There’s no way for the boy to anchor himself, and no way for him to escape. Ivan taps his lips with the tip of his index finger. 

“Open up, sweet boy,” he whispers. 

And Jack does. Tears seep from beneath his blindfold, but he opens his pretty pink mouth and lets his tongue drop over his bottom lip, ever so slightly. His top lip starts to curl over his teeth. 

Perhaps he hasn’t done this with Joe, but he certainly knows what he’s doing. He’s been well taught. 

Ivan opens his fly and wraps his hand around his own length, guiding himself toward Jackie’s open mouth. He rests his tip on Jack’s waiting tongue and then thrusts in without urgency, forcing Jack to fight his own resistance, to take him down slowly. There is a muffled cry that shakes against Ivan’s shaft, and he arches his back, pushing harder, further. Jack doesn’t fight him, but Ivan can feel the way the boy’s body still shakes.

 “Show Joe how good you can be,” Ivan says, letting the words drip like honey. He tangles his fingers in Jack’s dark hair, yanking him back and then pushing him down again. Jack groans, but he can’t retreat. “Move, Jackie. Show me.”

There is a moment of hesitation, and Ivan feels Jack’s tongue–still not as wet as it could be, but soft, like so much silk–twitch beneath his length. 

And then, he moves. Even without his hands, Jack bobs forward in one practiced motion, smooth and habitual. Ivan keeps his hands in the boy’s hair to guide him when he can’t balance, but Jack, it seems, doesn’t need his tutelage. His tongue circles Ivan’s head when he pulls back, presses down to the floor of his pert little mouth when he moves forward. He moves with a cringing confidence; he knows what he’s doing, but Ivan can tell that he wishes he didn’t. He forces bursts of hot air from his nostrils, and his tears do not stop, but neither does he stop moving. 

When Ivan reaches between them to tilt Jack’s chin, Jack stretches his lips and lets Ivan slip into his throat without a fight. Ivan’s fingers stroke over the bulge of Jack’s Adam’s apple, over the fullness beneath Jack’s collar, and he smiles. 

Joe’s been wasting his sweet little Jackie all this time. Ivan will not make the same mistake. 

–

Alternating deprivation with overstimulation proved successful in terms of making the subject more compliant with specific directives, particularly those related to his designation as a Romantic. The subject was also more vulnerable to direct emotional manipulation, which suggests that allowing trainees to retain their memories may be useful overall. Using suggestion and directed misinformation, memories may be reframed in order to harness specific vulnerabilities and modify motivational scripts. 

Subject’s ability level under duress also suggests the efficacy of seeking out trainees with designation-specific experience. 

–

Jack wakes in his crate. Ivan told him he earned a little respite before he goes back inside the leather bag, because he did such a good job. He was such a sweet boy. Joe would be proud of him. Satisfied. That’s what Ivan said.

Ivan took off the blindfold, and he didn’t replace the muzzle. He removed the beads and slipped Jack back into a pair of soft boxer briefs. He’d spooned yogurt into Jack’s mouth, given him water. He’d even chained Jack’s arms to either side of the crate, low, so his shoulders wouldn’t hurt, and let his head rest against Joe’s balled-up hoodie. 

Jack knows he should be grateful, that the lingering punch of rotten salt left on his tongue would be worse beneath the muzzle’s metal bit, but all he feels is empty. 

“You did so well, Jackie,” Ivan said when he locked the crate door. “I don’t know why you would keep that from Joe. You’re made for this, aren’t you?” 

He is. He remembers now. The ache in his throat is enough of a reminder. 

He remembers all of the men that came before, the way they would grab his hair and fuck into him like they couldn’t get enough. He remembers the guards at juvenile detention, how he was the take in every Friday night poker game, all of them vying for a taste–just a taste, they said, but it was never true. He remembers Bill, and the gentle fingertips that would brush away his tears, even while his mouth was still full. 

They told him he was sweet. Good. So good. 

Jack’s head shifts against the fabric of Joe’s hoodie, and he catches the barest breath of Joe’s smell. It isn’t comforting now. It’s sharp, and it cannot overpower the sweat and sex that cling to Jack’s skin. 

He’d tried to do it for Joe, when they first started seeing one another. He remembers the way Joe’s back arched when Jack took him down, how he’d called out Jack’s name, how Jack had known just what to do to make him feel good. But he’d fucked up. He got confused, the way he sometimes did, and he forgot it was Joe. He’d pulled back, and he hadn’t even realized he was crying until Joe was on the floor with him, catching Jack’s tear-streaked face between his hands. 

Joe swore he would never ask him to do it again. He said he would never ask Jack to do anything that reminded him of what came before. 

Jack shouldn’t have let him make those promises. 

Of course, Joe would get frustrated. Of course, Joe would want more. Jack has given so much more to so many other people. Doesn’t Joe deserve the same? 

He does. He does. And Jack doesn’t deserve to refuse him. Jack knows that. He’s always known it–he’s just been too afraid to believe it. 

It was nice to pretend, for a while. He can’t pretend anymore. 

He lets his cheek rest against the hoodie, and he tries to ignore the tears that pool in his eyes. It’s silly to cry now. He is safe. He can rest. He did a good job. He’s a good boy. 

But he doesn’t feel like one. 

“I’m sorry, Joey,” he murmurs into the dark. A sob catches in his chest, and his shoulders jolt against the floor. “I promise I’ll do better.” 

–

The subject showed a willingness to improve designation-specific practices after primary positive reinforcement. Results suggest a cycle of deprivation, overstimulation, compulsory performance, and reward may cultivate behavioral patterns in line with company expectations without any psychoactive chemical intervention. Will escalate sexual expectations after next cycle. 

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[fruitki]

domestic bliss

touya todoroki x male reader

warnings: angst to fluff, domestic abuse (mentioned and implied only)

notes: this takes place in an alternate universe where touya never joined the league of villains and instead went to u.a.

bonus notes: this is my first fic on tumblr! so lemme know if its good, i plan on this being part of a series of one-shots! also lemme know if i missed any warnings or anything like that, i'm new with doing things like that especially

part of the dreamland saga

This wasn't the first time Touya ended up at his best friend's house, sitting on the cool porcelain toilet as his wounds were cleaned and bandaged. He refused to look at the other boy hovering over him, he didn't want to see the way his eyebrows were crinkled in concern, the way those (e/c) eyes searched his own for answers about what happened to him. He couldn't stand to see (M/n) worried, especially because of him.

"There... I think that's about all I can do for you." (M/n)'s voice sounded heavy as he sighed. "Touya, these are much worse than last time, can you please-"

"No!" Touya snapped, clenching his fists as he stared down at the tile of his best friend's bathroom floor. He could see (M/n)'s shadow move away from him as he took a few steps back. "Alright..." The (h/c) haired male mumbled. He turned away from Touya, beginning to put the first aid kit away. The room was silent between the two until (M/n) decided to cut through the tension that had built up. "How about we watch a movie or something? I can cook dinner and you can spend the night if you want." He reached his hand out to ruffle Touya's white locks and when Touya looked up, he could still see the same kindness in (M/n)'s eyes. It was the kind of kindness and sincerity that made him feel more at home with (M/n) than he could ever feel in his actual home. Touya could feel the way his heart throbbed in his chest seeing that expression. There was no reason (M/n) should still put up with him.

"Thank you, that sounds nice." Toya finally managed to utter out. He felt like such a child around (M/n), the way he would follow him around the house, curiously watch what he was cooking, and wordlessly try to help him by either handing him random spices, or some of the ingredients he thought should join (M/n)'s meal. He didn't know if all the ingredients he handed to him actually belonged in the meal, or if (M/n) put them in solely to amuse Touya. A silence fell over them once more, but neither of them minded.

"We graduate in a few months." That statement was very sudden and Touya couldn't help but tilt his head to the side in confusion. "Yeah, and?" U.A. graduation was something Touya dreaded. He knew what followed afterward, he would be forced to join his father's hero company and would suffer under him for the rest of his life.

(M/n) took whatever he was cooking off of the oven and turned suddenly to face Touya with a large smile on his face. "And! I had an idea!" He reached for Touya's face, squishing his cheeks between his hands. "You're gonna love it! How about as soon as we graduate, we hop on a plane, go to Hawaii, and never come back!" Once again Touya felt the way his heart seemed to knock against his ribcage almost violently, not only from the sight of (M/n)'s smile, but because of the very idea of running away from his father. "I..." But before Touya could say anything, (M/n) continued talking, "I know you don't like your dad, and that you won't tell me why you always show up at my house injured, but it's like I can feel it! I can feel it in my skin... when I'm bandaging you up, it's as if I can see exactly what he did to you..." Perhaps (M/n) shouldn't have said that. He knew immediately once he saw the way Touya looked at him with something fearful and angry. He was immediately shoved off, his back hitting the handle of the pan full of what looked like to be a sauce. It clattered to the ground, making a mess all over the floor.

"How could you use your quirk on me?!" Touya demanded, his anger flaring as small blue flames appeared on his body. (M/n) stepped forward, trying to gulp down the fear that had made itself present in his throat. "I-I didn't mean to... It happened accidentally. I wanted to let you have your privacy, but it makes me upset seeing you like this too! Of course I'd want to know, but you were never going to tell me..." The lump in his throat wouldn't subside, and (M/n) knew it was because he overstepped. He knew he shouldn't have looked into what was causing Touya's injuries, but he couldn't help himself! They had been best friends for years, ever since they both entered U.A. and the injuries only seemed to get worse the longer they were there.

Touya couldn't help himself, he was filled with anger, betrayal, and contempt for himself and his situation. He felt so much shame and weakness from his situation and it was something he never wanted (M/n) to know. Touya watched as his flames grew larger, the area between the two heating up and parts of the kitchen beginning to catch on fire. He mentally begged himself to stop, he didn't want to hurt (M/n), but it felt like he didn't have control over himself anymore, so consumed with his fear and hatred. His mind was so cloudy and he felt like he was suffocating on his own smoke. He almost cried as he felt a warm body thunk against his. He didn't recognize it at first, then realized that it was (M/n) hugging him. It was a burnt (M/n) hugging him tightly like his life depended on it. Immediately the fire stopped and Touya felt himself choke on a sob as he wrapped his arms around (M/n). He couldn't bear to look down and see what he had caused, even when (M/n)'s grip loosened and he fell to the ground with a solid thunk. After a few minutes of taking deep breaths and calming himself, Touya was able to finally look down to see what he had done. (M/n)'s arms were severely burnt, his chest and legs had minor burns, and a big ugly burn was on his face, right where his cheek was nuzzled against Touya.

Touya nearly broke at the sight, but he held himself together enough to take (M/n) to the hospital, but he left immediately. He couldn't face (M/n). He didn't know if he could face him ever again. That night Touya was wracked with sobs as he tried to sleep.

When (M/n) had woken up, he woke up alone. Nurses had rushed in and they were telling him all sorts of things, but it all just sounded like buzzing to him. He couldn't focus, all he felt was the overwhelming need to apologize to Touya. He wasn't allowed to leave for a couple of weeks until he was sufficiently healed and they were sure he would be okay. During the two week period Touya had never visited him. He was only visited by his worried classmates from the general education class. Even when he got back to school, Touya was impossible to pin down and (M/n) knew he was being avoided. Eventually he stopped trying to see Touya, knowing that their friendship had been severed that night. Plus, they graduated in a couple of days, and once that happened, he knew he would never see Touya ever again. (M/n) felt his heart break at the idea of never seeing Touya again, but he knew it was his fault. He overstepped when it was obvious Touya didn't want to share what had happened.

(M/n) always thought his graduation would be a joyous occasion, but he knew he didn't feel anything of the sort as he was granted his certificate of graduation. He could only feel the way his heart ached. That night he went home to his cold and empty house, idly glancing at the burn marks in his kitchen that he was unable to get rid of. He tossed his the culmination of his high school life onto the couch and immediately went to his room, letting the door slam closed as he laid in bed, tears rolling down his cheeks.

tink

tink

tink

tink

crack

Immediately once hearing that (M/n) shot up out of bed, looking around frantically. One of his windows had just been broken, he knew that for sure. He quickly grabbed the baseball bat he kept in his room for safety reasons and marched into the living room, ready to attack whoever had the audacity to break into his house. What he didn't expect was to see Touya sheepishly stepping through a broken window. "T-Touya-" (M/n) was immediately overcome by emotion. He dropped the baseball bat and rushed towards Touya, crushing him in a hug. "How dare you- I missed you so much- I thought you hated me-" (M/n) was blabbering and crying, crushing Touya so tight in his arms that the white haired male thought he was going to suffocate.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you... and I shouldn't have left you in the dark for so long..." Touya gently rubbed (M/n)'s back, holding him and feeling as if a weight had been lifted off of him. He was finally with (M/n) again, and the (h/c) haired boy didn't hate him. "Hey..." He whispered softly to (M/n), still rubbing his back soothingly. "I got you a graduation present."

(M/n) finally pulled away, wiping the tears that had accumulated in his eyes. "A graduation present...? You didn't have to. I didn't get you anything..." (M/n) trailed off bashfully, his gaze fixed on Touya who fumbled to pull something out of his jacket pocket.

"Well... this present is kind of for both of us." He pulled out two one way tickets to Hawaii, giving one to (M/n). "I think you're right, we should get out of here and go to Hawaii. We can start over, just me and you."

(M/n) couldn't help the beaming smile that made its way onto his face. He crushed Touya in another hug, feeling a sort of uncontrollable happiness. That night they had spent it together in (M/n)'s house and the very next morning they had hopped on a plane to Hawaii and never returned to Japan, starting a new life together.