#Yandere mark gets a little too quirked up

[artemis32]

Transilience iii

The long-awaited part 3 is here, thank you all for being so patient <33 (you're all going to hate me, but yes, there is going to be a part 4)

word count - 10.1k

tw: mentions of past child neglect, abuse, kidnapping, violence, medical malpractice (they're bad people, what did you expect??), LoV being bad people (mainly Shiggs and Dabi), slight yandere LoV (kind of, but not really), reader is delusional - like, very delusional - dismisses red flags like its nobody's business

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Dabi was… different.

You’d given up what little hope you’d had of Touya still being there, but you didn’t expect there to be such a vast change in his personality.

How could someone who was once so obsessed with the idea of being a hero, of overtaking All Might, become this horrible? And really, there was no other way to describe him but horrible.

From the very first day that you’d been there, he’d done his utmost to isolate you from the other members of his group, whisking you away if they ever got too comfortable around you.

To their credit, none of them had laid a finger on you, though they hadn’t said anything when they saw the freshly burnt handprint on your shoulder either. It felt like a branding mark, a sign of ownership.

You remained wary of them, forever on edge. It became exhausting after a while – never breathing too loudly when one of them was near, hardly eating or sleeping. It got to the point where you nearly passed out from sheer exhaustion.

If he cared, Dabi never said anything. 

The isolation was probably what got to you the most. The fear, the anger, the exhaustion – none of it felt as torturous as the loneliness. You weren’t allowed to talk to anyone but the leader, Shigaraki, and Dabi. Who’d decided that, you weren’t sure, but it ate away at your psyche day-by-day until almost nothing remained.

Most days, the only interaction you got was someone bringing your food to you. It was usually the man in the mask who had taken you – Mr Compress, or, you’d learned his name was, though sometimes it would be others in the group.

It was awful. They’d open your door and set a tray of food on the desk next to your bed.

They wouldn’t look at you. 

They wouldn’t talk to you. 

Nothing. 

And you tried. You tried so hard to hold a conversation, to get them to say something, to look at you, but still, nothing.

Shigaraki’s visits were few and far between. Most days he came to see you, it would be to accompany the doctor he brought with him.

You didn’t like that man. He was cold and harsh, and he left bruises that would take weeks to fade away. He’d take samples of your blood too, poking you harshly with the needle if you squirmed too much.

Shigaraki said nothing. He only stood in the corner, silently staring at you.

It was the same when he came to see you alone. He’d come in quietly, sit down by your desk and stare at you for hours.

Sometimes he would speak, but those days were rare.

He’d ask you about your life before they’d taken you, before you’d gotten your quirk.

Originally, you had ignored him, but after weeks of isolation, you’d told him what he wanted to know. He smiled that day. It hurt.

Dabi’s visits were even rarer. 

You thought you might dread his visits more than you did being alone.

He told you stories. Stories about his life – both while he’d been living with you, and after. You weren’t sure which you hated more.

While you’d understood how horrible your father was, to hear it first-hand, to hear from Touya himself what he’d gone through… it was almost more than you could handle.

Though right now, you’d take your father and his anger and violence. If you had a choice, you’d choose him over Dabi in an instant.

How pathetic – that you’d choose a monster like your father over your own brother, one who you’d looked up to, one who you’d mourned.

But that sort of thought had become surprisingly common. You’d been missing your family – Shouto, Fuyumi, Natsuo, even your father. Though you couldn’t bring yourself to miss your mother, and you were sure the feeling was mutual.

You tried as best you could, but nothing could stop your gradual descent into despair. You were so lonely, so scared that they’d decide you’d outlived your usefulness.

It was a shame that you were nothing like your family – you lacked Touya’s resolve, Shouto’s strength, even your father’s tenacity and anger. That would surely have helped you, but you were weak.

You were weak and scared, and even gaining a quirk had done nothing to change that.

****

If you had one complaint about how your days went, it had to be about the food they gave you.

It was plain, bland. Not to mention, you received the same thing every single day. 

Plain oatmeal for breakfast, plain, dry bread for lunch, and plain, flavourless ramen noodles for dinner. If you were lucky, they’d occasionally throw in a bruised, overripe fruit, or give you of the takeout they’d had for dinner.

You’d gotten to the point of having to choke it down, trying not to gag whenever you saw the same food day after day. You wouldn’t call yourself ungrateful, but it was pretty obvious that no one knew how to cook. After the first two weeks, you’d liken the experience to eating cardboard, taking hours to pick at the plain, odourless lump on your plate before giving up.

That’s how Dabi found you thirty minutes after Mr Compress had bought you your dinner - picking at your plate with half-hearted interest, doing nothing more than moving the now solid pile of ramen from one side to the other.

He shoulders the door open without knocking, kicking it shut behind him with no regard for the slamming that rings out in the corridor beyond. Members of the League knew not to bother him when he was with you - everyone except Shigaraki.

A brown paper bag is chucked your way as he slinks over, slumping down in the chair next to your bed.

The sigh he lets out is one of exhaustion, and if you actually cared about him, you might’ve shown some concern for the weariness in his eyes and the weight on his slumped shoulders. But you don’t.

Instead, you stare down at the paper bag next to you.

“Well?” he asks when you make no move to touch it. “Aren’t ya gonna open it?”

You shrug, still staring.

“That depends.”

He huffs. “On what?”

“If I open it, do I get to leave this room?”

He lets out a frustrated groan, head leaning against the wall as he rubs his hands over his face.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters. “This again?”

After about the first month and a half of being cooped up in the room they’d shoved you in, you’d decided enough was enough. Seeing the same four walls all day, every day, was driving you insane. So you’d begun asking Dabi if you could be let out, even for a short ten minutes, just to walk around the base, to the end of the hall - anything.

Unsurprisingly, your request had been denied. 

So you’d asked again. And again. And again. 

It had become routine at this point, and though he had yet to agree, you felt as though you were slowly wearing him down. 

Asking Shigaraki didn’t have the same effect. He’d fix you with this eerie, wide-eyed look, sitting in silence until you looked away or changed the topic.

So you stuck with asking Dabi instead, refusing to go along with whatever he asked of you unless you got what you wanted.

It seemed as though the two of you shared the same stubborn streak, and neither of you had given in yet.

“Yes, this again,” you say stubbornly, jutting your chin out at him.

“I’ll go crazy in here if you don’t let me out. It’s not as if I’m asking for a kidney, I just want to take a walk. Blindfold me if you have to, just let me out for a few minutes.”

He says nothing, staring at you for a moment.

“Please?” you ask – no, you plead.

He rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair.

“Fine,” he says, sighing heavily, nodding slightly. 

“Fine. I’ll let you walk around for a bit. There – happy?”

You perk up at that, nodding eagerly, happy for what you consider to be a small victory. 

Honestly, considering the circumstances, it’s a massive victory. Any amount of autonomy is cause for celebration, and this was as good as it was going to get for a while.

“Are ya gonna open the bag or not? Or should I change my mind?”

“No! No, I’ll look.”

You scramble to grab the brown paper bag, ripping it open in your haste.

“A… burger?”

Indeed.

It’s a burger, and the smell makes your mouth water. You want to eat it, but you don’t. Instead, you look over at him, quirking your brow in question.

“Eat up, Cupcake,” he says with a smirk.

You scowl at the nickname. It was one in a sea of many – he seemed to sense how much it annoyed you, so he took great time and care in finding different nicknames for you each time he came to visit.

His smirk flattens into a scowl when you don’t immediately respond or go to eat.

“What’s this about?” 

“Huh?”

“You only ever bring me food like this- You’re only nice if something’s about to happen. So, what is it?” you ask suspiciously.

He brings his hand up to grip at his chest, gasping in feigned horror.

“Oh! My own sister doesn’t trust me. Whatever shall I do?”

He rolls his eyes.

“Can I not just be nice? Why’re you so suspicious all the time, huh?”

You squint at him. “So… you really don’t want anything in return? You're not going to knock me out and move me to another room or something? You’re not going to run some kind of painful quirk test on me?”

His palm still rests on his chest, right over his heart. He bows his head and closes his eyes.

“Cross my heart. Come on, eat up.”

He stands with a huff, slinking over to your bathroom as you hesitantly begin eating.

There are some clattering sounds as he moves around the bathroom for a moment before it falls silent. He emerges fifteen minutes later, right as you finish the burger.

“Ah, you’re done. Great. Put this on.”

He hands you a jacket and a pair of shoes. You slip them on without question.

“Okay, let’s go.”

“Go where?” you ask, palm rubbing contentedly over your full stomach.

“For your damn walk, what else?”

“Now?” you ask, mouth open in shock.

He hums, coming up to you and grasping your forearms before hauling you up.

“Come on, I don’t have all day.”

You stand and trail after him.

****

“Still nothing?”

Hawks hums, shaking his head. “Sorry,” he says with a shrug.

Endeavour lets out a frustrated huff, slamming his hand down on the desk. Everything atop it rattles.

His frame remains tense for a moment before his shoulders slump.

“We’ve checked everywhere,” he says in an even, measured tone. “Why, after six months, have you still not found my daughter?”

Hawks gives him a good-natured smile, eyes crinkled in the corners. “Hm, dunno. Maybe she doesn’t want to be found.”

The temperature of the room steadily climbs the longer Hawks talks.

“After all, it’s been a while. Surely if she wanted to get away from wherever she is, she would have by now, what with that nifty new quirk and all.”

At the mention of your strangely acquired quirk, Endeavour finally cracks. His fingers melt through the surface of his desk, the ornately carved wood caving beneath his warm grip like butter. The look on his face betrays his emotions – it’s a look of pure pain, what with his furrowed brow and quivering lip.

The mighty Endeavour did have a heart after all.

He slumped down into the seat behind him, roughly swiping over his face with calloused palms.

“I–” his voice cracks.

He clears his throat, sniffing and straightening up before he speaks again.

“Hawks, please, be honest.”

Keigo tilts his head to the side, eyeing the redhead curiously.

“Have you done everything in your ability to find my daughter? Does she– does she truly not want to be found?”

He lets out a heavy puff of air, carefully taking a seat across from the distraught man. After a few long, quiet minutes, he finally settles into a seemingly comfortable position, leaning back with one leg propped up over the other.

“I’ve done everything I can,” he says, looking directly into the other man’s eyes. He places his hand over his heart – a gesture of his sincerity. “I haven’t seen her – she really doesn’t seem to want to come back. That, or…”

He shrugs. “Never mind. I’m sorry Endeavour, but there’s nothing more I can do. I’ve helped as much as I can because we’re friends, but I can’t keep neglecting my own work for this.”

The chair scrapes harshly against the polished tiles as he stands, dusting off his jacket while he strides to the door.

“I’ll let you know if I find anything. For now just… relax.”

Hawks leaves the man to wallow in his ever-growing despair.

****

Your legs burn slightly from the stretch, but you welcome it as you pace each corridor eagerly, Dabi trailing a few steps behind you with a slouched frame and barely concealed scowl.

He’d made it clear that he thought your eagerness to go for something as silly as a walk was stupid, but he’d kept many of his comments to himself, choosing instead to mutter under his breath as he directed you through the dimly lit base.

“Left here.”

You turn left, trying to keep yourself from skipping like an idiot. It was one thing to be excited for a walk, but to skip like a child? Dabi would never let you live that down.

The corridors are as dingy as the rest of the building, flickering lights, cracked tiles, chipped paint on the walls. It truly looked like the prison it was. 

Oh well. It wasn’t as if you expected any better from a group of villains, especially those that had kidnapped someone without a second thought.

“So, what exactly do you do?” you ask, eyes still flitting from one side of the corridor to the other, taking in as much as you can while you have the opportunity.

“What?”

Dabi sounds bored. He drags his feet as he walks, shoes scuffing against the worn tiles.

You shiver. It’s freezing out here. A part of you was thankful that Dabi had given you the shoes and jacket. Not that you’d ever mention it.

“I mean, I get that you guys are villains and all, and you spend your days coming up with ideas on how to take over the world, but like – what do you do?”

You chance a glance over your shoulder.

He looks perplexed, lips pursed as he stares at you.

“What a dumb question.”

You splutter out in indignation.

“Hey, it’s not a dumb question!”

He hums, staring at the ceiling.

“Take a right.”

You do, waiting in silence for his response.

“We make deals, gather intel, threaten a few people – fun stuff like that.”

He shrugs, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. 

“I don’t know, that’s about it I guess.”

You pause. 

“Sounds boring,” you say with a shrug.

He grunts, prodding the small of your back with his fingers to urge you forward.

“Keep walking.”

You walk past a familiar looking door.

There’s a slight stumble in your step and Dabi has to grab your arm to keep you from landing on your face.

“Come on,” he says, shoving you forward roughly. “Don’t make me regret this by acting all stupid.”

You nod in apology, eyes lingering on the door.

That day you arrived is still stark in your memory – the way they all laughed at you, the fear and anxiousness you’d felt. 

Shigaraki and his touch.

The way he’d turned your jacket to dust with a simple brush of his fingers.

Dabi. 

Touya.

The mark seared onto your shoulder.

You shiver again, though not from the cold.

The memory of your first night there opens the floodgates, and you’re forced down memory lane as you walk, Dabi’s hand still a warm fixture between your shoulder blades.

You remember the first time Shigaraki came to visit you. You remember the first time he truly hurt you.

You remember what he made you do with your quirk – the quirk shoved upon you, one you’d give up in a heartbeat for the chance to escape this place, to go back in time and be thankful for your lack of quirk.

But would you?

Yes, everything that had happened to you was horrible, and you woke up everyday praying it was some kind of sick nightmare, but would you really give up your quirk in exchange for your freedom?

It was something you’d battled with for a while now.

Would you rather be here, locked up and used as a lab rat, or would you choose to go back to your family and crawl back into their cold, unaccepting arms?

No matter how you looked at the situation, there was no lesser evil amongst the two.

The thought made you laugh to yourself whenever it crossed your mind.

Had you truly reached the point where you lumped your family, your own flesh-and-blood, together with a group of villains?

Yes.

They were one and the same.

Your father, your siblings – your mother.

Everything about them shunned your existence. 

If they weren’t overwhelming you, they acted as if you didn’t exist.

You wondered, not for the first time, if they were looking for you – did they miss you? Did they even realise you’d been kidnapped?

Thinking about it - them - got you nowhere.

Your family.

Family. 

The word didn’t exactly fit.

The League… They treated you similarly.

They hurt you, physically, mentally, emotionally. They ignored you when you served no purpose to them or their cause. They overwhelmed you, they controlled you when they felt like it.

Dabi – he was the epitome of both.

Both your family and the League, but especially Dabi – they had a certain intensity about them when they looked at you, when they thought you couldn’t see them.

It scared you more than their insults, more than their fists, more than their distain.

They looked at you as if they wanted to consume you. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say it was a look of crazed, unwavering mania. Obsession. But if that was the case, you wouldn’t be beaten and bruised, or locked up in a cage like some sort of pet meant for display.

You shake your head, trembling hands clutching at the bottom of the zip up Dabi had given you.

When did it get this cold?

Dabi distracts you from your thoughts, fingers harshly digging into your side, guiding you roughly down a corridor towards your right.

He tuts at you.

“Pay attention.”

He comes to walk beside you, reaching his arm around you to lay it over your shoulder.

You stiffen up.

The palm of his hand sits perfectly against the scar that sits in the juncture between your neck and shoulder – the one he’d given you.

Having a doctor on hand to run tests on your quirk wasn’t as reassuring as you might have hoped. It meant that no matter what any of them did to you, it could be fixed, and you’d be left with nothing but the mental scars as proof.

The scar Dabi had given you though – that they let you keep. 

It had taken a while to heal enough for you to touch it, and you’d spent a few days after delirious with pain. But now, months later, it was fine.

Or, it should be. 

But the mental scars from Dabi ran far deeper than anything else you’d been through since they’d taken you.

You hated it when people touched you.

It was the only scar you were allowed to keep, but you wished they’d rid you of it like they did with everything else.

The floodgates of your mind seem to open, the palm on your shoulder acting as a key, and you’re helpless to stop the painful barrage of memories you try so hard to suppress.

****

The first test they’d ever run on you had been the most painful to date. A large part of you had blocked out the memory, too overwhelmed to remember it in anything but short snapshots and glimpses.

You’d been strapped to a medical gurney, probably the most uncomfortable one the League could find.

The cold metal left you covered in goosebumps and shivers that had done nothing to deter the panicked sweat enveloping you, leaving your palms clammy and shaking.

Worse than being restrained and prodded with needles had to be the duration. They’d left you like that for three weeks.

Evidently, they hadn’t felt it necessary for you to eat either, deciding instead to shove a thick feeding tube down your throat. Similarly, you weren’t allowed to sit up or use the bathroom. You weren’t allowed to do anything.

They left you in a drugged haze after the third day, growing tired of your struggles and cries.

And that’s how you spent the first three weeks with the League. Completely exhausted and mentally checked out, staring blankly at the ceiling day in and day out, never so much as twitching a finger as they performed invasive surgeries you were too delirious to feel.

You’d flatlined more times than you care to remember, your heart rate dropping to a monotonous beep. 

Blood filled your lungs after they’d punctured the thin membrane.

Your face turned blue from the lack of oxygen after you’d choked on the feeding tube.

You’d had multiple seizures mid-surgery from a number of malpractices.

In the end, you don’t remember much of what had happened. All you recall is waking up out of a daze surrounded by cold, impartial doctors, and being forced to carry on as if nothing had happened.

It was probably better that way. You had a feeling you didn’t want to know the entire truth of what had happened while you were all but comatose.

And beyond that, the training they’d put you through to improve your quirk was just as bad, if not worse.

You imagined that training with your father would have been similar, in that you received painful, unwarranted punishments for failure of any kind.

The only saving grace was that your quirk had improved significantly since the League had taken you. 

You clung to that when despair crept up on you. You had a quirk. 

Somehow, it didn’t feel as wonderful as you’d hoped it might have years ago.

****

Eventually, Dabi drags you to a halt and out of your thoughts, grasping your forearm with a grip so harsh you’re sure it’ll bruise. If they’ll allow it. 

The two of you have stopped before a large set of metal doors. They reflect the flickering lights and make your eyes water. You’re confused – this isn’t your room. Why did he not take you back to your room? 

Had he lied to you?

Stupid question.

Of course he lied to you.

You turn to glare at him, heart pounding wildly.

“You liar,” you spit, flinching back in vain as he reaches for you.

He rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. I am a villain. And I didn’t lie. This is part of your walk – the walk you wanted. So,” he prompts, giving you a slight shove that nearly sends you crashing into the double doors. 

“Keep walking.”

****

You hardly dared to breathe.

Not that you could even if you wanted to. It felt as though the air had been sucked out of the room.

Your brain buffered for another few seconds before you could process what you were seeing.

The room, a large assembly hall, was, as you’d expected, filled with people. Members of the League. Villains.

But there, near the front of the room, looking far too content in a room of people he was supposed to be against–

Wasn’t he–?

Hawks.

The pro-hero Hawks.

Wasn’t Hawks a hero? 

Shouldn’t he be fighting? Running? Trying to rescue you?  

Why did he look so content? Why was he laughing, smiling next to Twice?

You take a step back, searching blindly for the door handle.

Consequences be damned, you weren’t about to wait around. Whatever was going on here, you wanted nothing to do with it.

Swallowing thickly, you tried to slip out of the room while the villains before you mingled about, as if this was some type of meet and greet or a party. 

You weren’t ever really the type of person to feel any degree of self-righteousness, or think yourself better than those around you, but it became difficult when the only people you were surrounded by were villains. You didn’t feel bad about what you thought of them. It wasn’t as if they’d ever find out.

“Ah ah,” someone tuts behind you. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Dabi. 

What was he getting at? What kind of sick game was he trying to play?

He lightly shoves at the small of your back, pushing you forward. You stumble back into the room, straightening up.

Glancing around cautiously, you all but meld into the wall, praying no one notices you. That hope is dashed as soon as Dabi seizes your forearm and yanks you towards him, walking with an air of ease towards Twice and Hawks.

A million thoughts race through your mind as you try, and fail, to pull away from Dabi. All he spares you is a warning glare before the two of you come to a stop before the winged hero and his animated companion.

Something flickers in Hawks’ eyes when he spots you, a slight glimmer of recognition. It’s gone a moment later, so fast you almost think you imagined it.

“Who’s the kid?” he asks with an air of nonchalance, turning to Dabi. Your brother, if you even still considered him that, spares you one more quick glance, a dark look in his eyes, before responding.

“Tomura’s new experiment.”

That hurt, more than you’d care to admit. 

You knew it was true, but that didn’t make it any less hurtful to hear out loud. You’d been denigrated to nothing more than an experiment. Not a person, not a child, but an object to be tested and prodded at. You were little more than an oversized labrat to these people.

Something in your expression must convey the hurt and irritation you try so hard to bury, because Dabi scoffs and wraps his hand around the back of your neck, jerking you closer to him as he tilts his head down to whisper to you. His breath is hot against your ear and it makes you cringe back awkwardly, though you don’t get far.

“What? Did that hurt your feelings?”

You clench your sweat slicked hands into fists, trying to hold your anger at bay, though it does nothing to curb your frustration. And with your frustration comes the familiar feeling of your quirk, unnatural and monstrous, bubbling up in the pit of your stomach as you try so hard to shove it back down.

“No. No, I’m just… tired. From the tests.”

He scoffs, a patronising smirk tugging at his lips. “Aw, of course. You’re tired.”

Twice and Hawks watch silently from the sidelines, not intervening, even as you wince, Dabi’s grip tightening on the nape of your neck.

“Behave. Be a good little lab rat and I won’t have to fry your face, okay?” 

His tone is gentle, as if he were talking to an infant, punctuated by the soft strokes of his fingers against your cheek, but his words send a shiver of panic down your spine, locking you in place.

Satisfied with your fear induced obedience, he releases you and turns back to the pair before you, chattering away about some or other plan the League was in the process of reviewing. 

None of them pay you any attention for the rest of the night.

****

Hawks seems to linger around base a lot more after that first encounter.

You see him every time the door to your glorified prison cell opens. You see him when the doctor visits to poke and prod at you, when Mr Compress drops by to deliver your meals, even when Shigaraki appears for his rare visits.

The only time he doesn’t appear is when Dabi visits, though that’s rare enough in and of itself.

He never stops to talk, or even stare, only sparing a fleeting glance at you from the corner of his eye, posture tensing slightly, before he continues down the corridor.

You feel a strange tension with him around base. The anxieties you felt before seem to be amplified, your heart rate picking up every time you catch sight of him. A part of you, deep down, hopes that he’s here to help you - to save you. But it’s a childish hope, one you’re sure to squash down as soon as it arises.

The first time he stops and lingers, around three weeks after you first meet him, is to drop your dinner off in place of Mr Compress. It’s a surprise, seeing him instead of the masked villain.

He’s silent the entire time, staring at you with a look of bored curiosity, as if he’s waiting for you to do something entertaining.

You don’t. 

You force down the bland food in silence, never once taking your eyes off of him.

He leaves just as silently and quickly as he arrived.

After that day, it slowly starts to become a routine. At first, you rarely see him, but as the weeks turn into months, he becomes one of the only people you interact with. You start expecting to see him instead of the others, and you find out in passing one day that the other members of the League had shirked their duties of caring for you off on to him. 

It didn’t bother you as much as it should have - the fact that they viewed you as little more than a chore.

You form a tentative bond with him, one that feels fragile and strained, but it’s better than anything else you’d had up until that moment. He’s the closest thing you have to a friend, to someone that cares about you.

His apparent care for you becomes obvious in the small things he does - the meals he brings you become more edible, something you actually look forward to instead of having to force it down. He visits more often, the short periods in which you see him seemingly becoming longer than they were before.

Four months after that first tentative encounter, Hawks had solidified himself in your dreary daily existence, establishing himself as your sole source of what could only be described as happiness. 

You’d, somewhat unwillingly at first, become far more relaxed in his presence, even going as far as to enjoy his company. Some days, you might even say you looked forward to his visits.

Not only did he act as a reprieve from your never ending boredom, with both his company and the gifts he bought you, but also his interventions.

Mr Compress had, on one of his now rare visits, not at all subtly told you that Hawks had convinced the League - specifically Shigaraki - to quote unquote ‘take it easy on you’. His tone had been tinged with something you couldn’t quite identify at the time.

Even Dabi had begun to unironically refer to Hawks as your ‘new best friend’.

He didn’t seem too happy with the new development.

A week later, Hawks, or Keigo, as he’d asked you to call him in private, had paid you one last visit, and you hadn’t seen him since. He’d gifted you one of his fluffy, scarlet feathers the last time he’d visited, for ‘when he wasn’t around’. 

It sat waiting neatly on the centre of the singular pillow on your bed one evening, easily catching your eye as you slipped out of the bathroom attached to your room. There was no note left with it, but you didn’t need one. You knew well enough what it meant, and it filled your empty, aching chest with a sort of warm feeling that left you breathless.

After that day, you kept it with you, tucked into your shirt, positioned right over your heart, and at night, you placed it under your pillow. You might’ve felt embarrassed at how much it meant to you, or how attached you were, but it felt like your only lifeline in the miserable four walls of your little room.

In a strange, cosmic joke kind of way, he almost felt like the family you’d never had.

****

The day Shoto had been scarred by your mother had been an odd day. It was one of the rare days since Touya’s death that you’d felt loved, accepted by your family. Everything felt normal. Two months after your fifth birthday, the snow had melted into clear, fresh streams and flowers had begun to bloom.

Sakura.

Your family had spent the day in the park, wandering around while you and Shoto played with Fuyumi in the dewy grass, in awe of the delicate pink blossoms. There’d been a strange tension between your parents that day, one you’d been too young and oblivious to notice.

After a long Spring day spent outside, your family of six had returned home and resumed life as usual. Dinner was a quiet affair, as it usually was, and you’d hurried about your evening routine after you’d felt your mother’s distasteful gaze trained on you for longer than usual.

Fuyumi had, for reasons unknown to you, attached herself to you that evening, insisting on helping you bathe and get into your pyjamas. You’d gone along with it all, happy and unquestioning of her attention on you. 

It felt good, having someone care for you - the first person to do so since Touya’s passing.

She’d laid next to you in your bed, reading a children's storybook to you, her fingers gently carding through your hair - the same hair she’d so caringly brushed out an hour before, carefully working each knot out with a patience and kindness reminiscent of a mother.

In the peace and stillness of the moment, you’d failed to notice Rei's shadowy figure in the doorway, watching the two of you through the slight gap in the doorway. If you had bothered to peer over Fuyumi’s shoulder, you might’ve noticed her blanched face, or her hands, clenched into fists so tight her knuckles turned while. You might’ve noticed the wide eyed, crazed expression that had washed over her face, growing in intensity with each passing moment.

But you didn’t notice her.

What you noticed was the commotion not long after she left. You heard her panicked shrieks fifteen minutes later. Shouto’s pained screeches and sobs followed soon after, echoing eerily down the long corridor to your room.

You heard your father’s thundering steps and bellowing rage, felt Natsuo and Fuyumi’s panic, their trembling hands on your shoulders, steering you away from the sight of Shouto’s raw, burnt face.

And you definitely felt the shiver of dread dripping down your spine when your mother turned her crazed eyes on you. She looked almost demonic in that moment, eyes red rimmed and wide, face nearly as stark white as her hair.

She’d tried to approach you, hands outstretched, fingers curled into cruel claws as she reached out for you, and only your father’s firm grip kept her in the kitchen as you were ushered to your room while Shouto was rushed off to the hospital.

You didn’t see much of any of them after that, and in the months following the incident, you felt even further ostracised from your family.

Rei had been institutionalised not too long after that, and the remainder of your family had kept you at arms length ever since, reminding you constantly of your insignificance to their lives - to the family.

****

The scent of soba and egg rolls fills the room, its occupants silent as they eat.

Hawks halts for a moment, the noodles dangling from his chopsticks as he glances to his left, to the hulking flame hero sitting beside him. He hides a small smirk, tilting his head down and clearing his throat before speaking.

“I looked into that lead you told me about - the one about your daughter? It’s a deadend.”

Endeavour tenses, shooting Hawks a pointed look, but it’s too late. Natsuo and Shouto pause, exchanging a tense look across the table, and Fuyumi perks up, her grip tightening on her chopsticks.

“You’ve been looking for her? And you didn’t think to mention it to us?” Natsuo sounds outraged, his hands tightening into fists on the tabletop. “You didn’t think to ask us for help?”

Endeavour’s jaw tightens. 

“I didn’t think it was necessary. Allowing you three to help would’ve done nothing but give you false hope and allow you to interfere with my work. You’d do more harm than good.”

“Ah, Endeavour, so harsh! Don’t shoot them down yet,” Hawks interjects, cutting off whatever scathing remark Natsuo was about to spit out. “More eyes and ears are always helpful. I’m sure they could help out in some way.”

His tone is light, but something about the look in his eyes has Endeavour cautious, and his tone becomes firm.

“No. You three will not get involved. That’s final.”

Hawks shrugs, going back to his soba with a quick final quip. 

“Well, that’s that. Dad has spoken. Don’t try to help find your sister.”

His words hit their intended mark, evident in the barely concealed rage on Natsuo’s face.

“...yeah. Figures, you wouldn’t want us helping. You don’t actually want to get her back, do you? You probably wish she’s dead in a ditch somewhere, don’t you?”

The silence that rings out after Natsuo’s rant is deafening, oppressive. It makes the air feel stifling and heavy, and no one dares move.

“You know nothing,” Endeavour spits, his eyes alight with a look akin to pure fury. Heat radiates off of him in waves, turning the once cold soba on the table scalding in mere moments.

“I know you scared her off. We all do. We know you’re the reason she ran away in the first place. We know that if she’s hurt, or dead, or worse, then it’s your fault. And I know that I won’t stop blaming you until the day I die.”

Before the situation can escalate further, Fuyumi intervenes.

“Okay, um– Everyone is clearly feeling overwhelmed, and we all miss her, so… so let’s just take a deep breath and calm down, okay? Getting upset with one another won’t bring her back.”

Her half-hearted interference, surprisingly, seems to work, just enough for everyone to cool their tempers slightly. Natsuo lets out a long, deep breath, standing and leaving the room without another word.

Shouto follows close behind, pausing at the threshold for a moment and turning to glower at his father.

“Find her, or we will.”

****

You’re rudely awoken in the middle of the night, sweaty and tangled up in your sheets with someone shaking you harshly by the shoulders.

“Hey, wake up– Wake up.”

You jolt upright, forehead banging against someone else’s. Wincing, you massage the bruising skin of your forehead and shoot a glare to whoever had woken you up.

Hawks.

“Wha-? What’s going on?” 

Your words are mumbled, sleep clouding both your mind and your vision.

Kiego firmly grips both your wrists, pulling them away from your face and yanking you to your feet, out of the bed. Your sheets pool at your feet, tangled up between your legs on the cold concrete floor.

“We’re leaving. Now.”

A quick tug towards the door accentuates his words, and you feel your heart drop to your stomach. You put up some resistance, pulling back slightly, trying to ignore the roiling in your stomach.

“Hawk– Keigo, what–? Why are we leaving? Where’s Dabi?”

His expression, from what you can see in the imposing darkness of the room, is hard and guarded, and his grip shifts to your bicep, tightening to an almost painful extent.

“None of that matters. I said we’re leaving, so start walking before I make you.”

You’re thrown off by how short off and rude his words are. He’s nothing like the man you’ve come to consider a friend, and a part of you is almost scared of him at that moment. Something in your expression must give your feelings away, because moments later, his eyes soften alongside his grip, his voice lowering to a whisper.

“I’m getting you out of here. Away from the League. Just… trust me. Please?”

Something about his gaze, his tone - it sways you. Convinces you to believe him.

So you do.

A slow nod is the only confirmation you give, but it’s enough for him to start pulling you towards the door again. You hesitate for only a moment before going along with him, pausing only to grab the scarlet feather laid carefully beneath your pillow.

It’s the only thing you take with you. The only thing you have to your name, the only possession of any value to you.

The low light disguises Keigo’s small smirk when he spots the feather clenched tightly in your grip as you trail after him, though he makes no mention of it. Similarly, you make no mention of his bruising grip.

You don’t encounter anyone in your silent, swift escape, and you almost feel as if it’s too easy, but you don’t point it out to Keigo. 

Maybe a part of you is scared of jinxing your good luck.

Or maybe you’re terrified this is some sort of elaborate, cruel trick he’s playing on you.

Regardless, you stay silent, sticking close to his side as you both exit the seedy bar. He immediately scoops you up into his arms, crouching down, powerful thighs flexing beneath him for a moment before he takes flight, soaring out of the alleyway in an instant. 

****

“She’s gone.”

The entire League sat gathered around the bar, tense and silent as Hawks speaks, leaning casually against the bar, wings splayed out behind him.

���I dropped off her breakfast this morning and her room was empty. Bathroom too.”

The group looks to Shigaraki, waiting for his reaction. 

He’s still, expression blank and guarded. The only sign of tension in his body is the tightening of his hand, clasped into fists at his sides. His jaw works for a moment before he responds, muttering to no one in particular.

“Ruined. All ruined. Those stupid pro heroes are always ruining my plans.”

His agitation becomes obvious as he begins pacing in front of the bar counter, hands clawing uselessly at the pale skin of his neck. Welts form within seconds, raised and red and angry beneath his frantic fingernails. 

“It’s Endeavour. It has to be. How did he find out? How?”

The words are muttered below his breath as he paces, not meant for anyone but himself, eyes wide and fretful when his head snaps up. His gaze narrows and sets itself on Dabi.

“Did you know about this?”

Dabi raises his eyebrows, expression cool, seemingly bored as he drawls. “Me? Now, why would I know a thing about this?”

His gaze flits momentarily to Hawks, narrowing.

“If anything, you should be asking bird boy over there. He seemed particularly comfortable around her. Wouldn’t he know something about our little escapee?”

Shigaraki groans and turns on his heel, kicking his leg out and toppling a table in the process. The room is silent for a long while, the only sounds piercing stillness is the resounding clatter of the table striking the floor, and Shigaraki’s own rage filled panting.

Silence stretches out for a few moments as he schools his rage, recomposing himself after his explosive tantrum.

“Bring her back - I don’t care how. I need her. My experiments aren’t done yet. Father won’t be pleased. She’s my experiment. Mine.”

He turns his cold glare to Hawks, then Dabi, eyeing them both suspiciously.

“Find her.”

****

Sometimes, you wonder what life would’ve been like if your mother hadn’t been around. Your siblings too, for that matter.

During the more peaceful moments of your life, you fantasised about life far away, often imagining what it’d be like if you’d been born into a different family entirely.

Maybe you’d be an only child, living in a small rural town by the beach, or on a farm. 

It would’ve been peaceful, you think. Calm.

Your parents would dote on you, their only daughter, and they wouldn’t care about your lack of a quirk. 

Imagining that sort of kindness made your stomach turn.  How would it feel?

Or maybe you’d be one of many children. The oldest child. 

You’d protect your younger siblings in the ways you never were. You’d be part of a big happy family, one where you had big Sunday lunches and went on annual vacations. You’d have a family pet, a cat or a dog, adored by everyone in your make believe family.

Or maybe you’d be an orphan.

How sad, that being an orphan without a home was preferable to your own situation.

But you’d be surrounded by other children like you - children without homes, without families.

The thought of a different life left an aching hole where your heart should’ve been.

There were times that you felt bad about wishing for a different life. You’d look at family photos, gazing down at your siblings smiling up at you, their faces joyful and free of concern. 

Why couldn’t your life have been like that? Was your lack of a quirk really the only thing that made you so different?

Maybe if you’d been born as Fuyumi instead, with her soft eyes and kind disposition.

Or maybe Natsuo, with his unwavering strength, that glint he got in his eyes when he looked at you - the one that meant that he loved or hated you.

Most often, you imagined what it would be like to have been born as Shouto. 

The golden child. 

Would you have been grateful? Or would you have hated your family as much as he seemed to hate yours?

What reason did he have for hating them? They treated him like a king. Like their own saviour.

You wish he’d been yours. You wish he’d never grown out of his kindness, like he did when you were five years old and desperate for some kind of connection. 

Perhaps things would have been different.

You try to imagine a world in which he took over the role Touya held in your life. You try to imagine a world in which your family protected you, in which they didn’t look down on you like you were scum.

The picture is blank and fuzzy.

You can’t imagine such a world.

But amidst the mess of self-pity and poorly disguised hatred in your mind, you remember small glimpses of happiness in your life with them. It rarely happened, but since you’d been taken by the League, it was as if the floodgates had opened. Memories you’d long since repressed came back in bits and pieces, and surprisingly, they weren’t all bad.

When you were seven years old, your father had hit you. It wasn’t out of the ordinary - in fact, you’d come to expect it.

But it hurt nonetheless. It bruised both your face and your feelings, so you’d escaped to the greenhouse in the garden for a reprieve - somewhere you rarely went.

It had been your mother’s sanctuary, but she’d long since been hospitalised, so you had no fear of seeing her through the thicket. You spent far longer there than you’d thought, and eventually the setting sun illuminated the room, filtering through the glass roof and overhanging foliage. It looked as if the room was on fire, bathed in the warm orange afternoon glow.

That’s where Natsuo found you, huddled up under a counter with your knees to your chest, careful not to jostle your bruised cheek.

He didn’t say anything, or try to coax you out of your shelter. Instead, he sat down next to you with a huff, slightly hunched over beneath the table. He, despite being only ten years old at the time, was already a lot taller than you, and most other children his age. The two of you sat in silence for a long while, not acknowledging one another as you sat side by side. 

The memory replayed itself in your mind, almost as clearly as the day it happened.

Some time passes before he speaks.

“When I’m older, I’ll protect you. Like Touya did.”

The words give you pause, and you don't look at him. Thinking back now, you wish you had. 

Would his expression have told you what he was thinking?

You’d never know.

“I’m not strong enough right now, but one day, I will be. And then he’ll never hurt you or Sho again. We’ll leave - us and Fuyumi.”

He pauses, bumping his shoulder against yours. You glance up at him and see his mouth pulled tight, his throat bobbing as he swallows.

“...I’m sorry for being a bad brother. I… I know I don’t act like it often, but I do love you. I worry about you too.”

You swallow around the lump in your throat, averting your gaze. The words, however true they may or may not be, make you feel… wanted. As if he actually sees you as a member of the family, a little sister, and not some pesky waste of space or a punching bag.

“Do you really mean that?”

“Of course.”

The conversation lulls into silence after that. He sits beside you in silence, staring blankly at the wall of ivy opposite the two of you, and you sit there, still curled up tightly, fighting back tears.

He glances at you for a moment, reaching out to rest his hand on your shoulder. The gesture feels comforting, in a way. As comforting as it can be, coming from him - someone who’s a strange combination of both your older brother, and a complete stranger to you.

The sigh he lets out is heavy, weighed down by an emotion you can’t quite put your finger on, and his thumb gently strokes your swollen cheek. He pulls back as you wince, recoiling as if you’d struck him.

“Come on. Let’s get you some ice for that bruise.”

It felt both strange and pathetic - the fact that that was your fondest memory with Natsuo, at least from what you could remember. 

But it felt soothing, in a way, to know that he didn’t completely hate you. Not as much as you’d thought.

It almost gave you hope that your family actually cared. Maybe they were looking for you. Maybe they were worried about you. 

And maybe, they even felt remorseful for how they’d treated you.

Or maybe not.

****

“There’s been a… development.”

Endeavour tenses, the vein in his jaw ticking as he eyes Hawks.

“What do you mean?”

Hawks takes a deep breath, his brows scrunching into a faux sombre expression. The hand he lays on Endeavour’s shoulder is meant to be reassuring, but it feels like a death knell, settling heavily on his mind.

“I looked into it, and… she isn’t with the League. I don’t know if she ever was.”

“So… What? She just disappeared? People don’t just vanish off the face of the earth Hawks!”

His temper is boiling over now, despite his attempt to keep it under control. Hawks takes a step back, cautious as he shows his palms in a placating gesture, attempting in vain to calm the quickly growing fury of the man before him.

“I don’t know. I haven’t found a single trace of her. Maybe…”

Hawks schools his features, taking another step back, preparing for the inevitable backlash he’s about to receive.

“Maybe you should let it go. She’s gone, and she’s clearly not coming back.”

The large mahogany desk, once anchored to the floor, flies across the room, slamming against the wall of shelves with a resounding boom, its contents scattered across the office.

Endeavour is the picture of barely restrained rage, shoulders heaving with each panting breath, posture hunched and shuddering, his face red and twisted beyond recognition. Even his voice is barely recognisable.

“How dare you? How dare you suggest I give up? She is my daughter! She might be dead or worse, and you think I should just give up?!”

The air sizzles with each wave radiating off of the flame hero, and the plastic office chair behind him melts like butter, dripping to the floor in a sticky puddle, marring the once perfectly polished tiles.

Hawks quickly backtracks, eyebrows raising at the display of unbridled fury.

“Woah woah, no! I’m not suggesting that at all! I mean… maybe I was, but I can see now how upset that makes you so– Let’s just take a break, okay? Just take some time to… rethink things.”

His eyes flicker to Endeavour’s face, searching for something for a moment.

“Maybe consider allowing your kids to help?”

He shows his palms again before Endeavour can interject.

“I know, I know! It’s just a suggestion. Many hands, and all that. Just… give it some thought, okay? I’ll keep looking and let you know if I find anything.”

He leaves without waiting for a response, a small smirk playing on his lips.

With Endeavour lost in his own self hatred and personal musings, and the League preoccupied with their plans and separate search for you, no one would be looking his way.

****

Keigo was surprisingly wealthy. 

Not that you’d expected him to be living in squalor - he was a Pro Hero, after all. A good one too, if his position as number two was anything to go by.

But the blatant decadence of his apartment shocked you.

He’d landed on the balcony smoothly, after a long forty minute flight, gently setting you down and leading you inside.

While he may have been accustomed to flying, you weren’t so lucky, and you felt as though you’d left your stomach back at the League’s base. Or maybe you’d lost it mid flight.

He seemed to pick up on your disorientation, guiding you to the plush couch with an unexpected tenderness. He’d allowed you to gather your bearings, bringing you a fuzzy blanket to stave off the odd chill in his apartment, and a tall glass of water, the condensation beading down the sides.

You’d been thirstier than you’d expected, chugging down the contents in mere moments, gulped down in six seconds flat.

Evidently, you’d been more exhausted than you thought too, dozing off less than fifteen minutes later. You felt Keigo there, his gentle hands helping you lay down and covering you with the blanket.

Now, when you wake up hours later, dazed and drooling, in a bed far too large for one person, Keigo’s gone, and the only indicator of his presence were the few scarlet feathers strewn across the fluffy duvet.

You spend a while combing the apartment for him, tentatively calling out his name as you wander the wide halls, but he’s nowhere to be found. Likewise, you note, at the back of your mind, the distinct lack of a front door.

There’s an off-kilter niggling at the back of your mind, but you brush it off, shifting your search to the kitchen after yet another unsuccessful ten minutes of searching. Evidently, exploring after hours of surprisingly deep sleep made you thirsty. You stand there, leaning against the marble countertop, chugging a tall glass of water, then another, and a third, until you feel bloated and almost sick. Only then do you set your glass down in the sink and move on from the kitchen.

His apartment is large, far too extravagant, but you suppose that must’ve been his taste.

You wander around the space aimlessly for a while, longer than you expected. 

Why did he need this much space? Did he live with someone else?

The three tall glasses of water you’d chugged catch up to you far too quickly, and you shuffle to the first bathroom you find, paying no mind to your surroundings.

After taking care of your business and washing your hands, you exit the bathroom and stop short when you spot Keigo standing in the doorway of the bedroom, his face blank. Neither of you move for a long while, but eventually he blinks, eyes clearing as he assesses you.

“You feeling better?”

His tone is light and airy, the same Keigo you’ve grown accustomed to. It sets you at ease, the tension you hadn’t noticed in your shoulders melting away, trailing down your spine like a trickle of water.

“...yeah. Much.”

There’s a long pause, neither of you moving or saying anything. You clear your throat.

“Um, I never thanked you. For helping me, I mean. So… thank you.”

You incline your head slightly, straightening up. He stares at you for a long moment, sighing as he shifts to the side, a clear indication for you to leave the room. You do, shuffling past him awkwardly and making your way back to the living room.

The ceilings are tall, nearly over twelve feet, making the room seem larger and more exposed than it truly is. You sit back down on the couch, shifting about for a moment, settling down as Keigo seats himself down near you.

After a while, when it becomes apparent that he has no plan of breaking the simmering silence, you decide to take it upon yourself.

“I– Can I go home now?”

Home.

You didn’t know what that was. Not anymore. 

It wasn’t with your father, on his sprawling estate. It wasn’t your four walled prison cell with the League. It certainly wasn’t with Touya.

The realisation that you had nowhere to go, no one to care for you… It was startling, and left a bitter taste on your tongue.

Keigo stares at you, head dipped forward so it appears almost as if he’s leering at you through his lashes. His golden eyes are alight with a strange intensity, and he takes a deep breath, seemingly thinking over his words.

“About that. See… I think it’s better if you stay with me for a bit. Just to… acclimate. You understand, right?”

His tone leaves little room for argument, but you try nonetheless.

“What? But wouldn’t– I don’t want to impose. I should really get back to my… family.”

The words die out on your tongue. 

Now, out in the open, free from both the League and your family, you’re not so sure you want to return to the Todoroki home. You’d never had a choice before. It felt freeing, in a way, finally having the power to decide what you wanted without someone else breathing down your neck, trying to influence your decision.

Keigo raises a brow, the look that he gives you filled with a mix of pity, and something far more calculated and knowing.

“Do you? Do you want to go back to them? To him? The media may not be privy to what happens behind closed doors, but I’ve worked around Endeavour long enough to recognise the fact that he has a bit of a hot temper. Are you really willing to leave one prison cell for another?”

His words are like a stone dropped in your stomach, settling heavily in your already uneasy gut.

It sparks something inside you, a deep seated realisation. Keigo was offering you a way out. Freedom. True freedom. Or, at least, as close as you could get to it. You wouldn’t have to be subjected to the whims of others, of what they wanted for you. 

Keigo was offering you a choice.

Maybe not in so many words, but the offer was there. You’d be a fool not to take him up on it. 

Your throat bobs as you swallow, fists clenched tightly in your lap as you meet his gaze.

“I’ll stay.”

He smiles, eyes filled with light, seemingly glowing in the early morning rays that filter through the tall windows, gaze intense and trained solely on you. You shiver, wrapping your arms around your midsection as goosebumps dance over your skin.

It’s so cold in here.

“Wonderful.”

[chaepink]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Masterlist! ❤

❤ haikyuu !

hinata

- what a slut | ❝where Hinata suggests using a vibrator in public...❞

kageyama

- you're pretty when you cry | ❝you always thought kageyama would be a pretty crier, so why not put that theory to the test?❞

- studying session | ❝in need of tutoring, kageyama goes to you who oh so kindly agrees to help them. but there's a catch❞

- such a tease | ❝teasing kageyama is always fun, especially if it has something to do with him cockwarming you.❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

tsukishima |

yamaguchi |

bokuto |

kuroo

- good girls are bad girls (that haven't been caught) | ❝you have to tutor Kuroo, the school's infamous fuckboy, but the situation escalates into something else ❞

oikawa |

kenma

- embarrassing... | ❝kenma humps your thigh in the men's volleyball locker room—where anyone can hear❞

- jealousy, jealousy | ❝jealousy gets the best of you when you see Kenma being flirted on so you can't help it when it leads to some jealous sex...❞

ushijima |

atsumu

- pathetic | ❝you just can't help being mean to your pathetic, little, boyfriend❞

osamu |

d r a b b l e s / l o n g t h i r s t s : lev w/ a size kink // kageyama w/ touching in public // riding tsukishima // edging oikawa // yandere!kageyama // pegging bokuto // pegging atsumu // punishing kuroo // goshiki cumming untouched // fisting w/ kageyama // pampering midoriya after a bad day // sub!yan!oikawa who loves your praise // tsukishima cumming untouched // bratty nishinoya //

h e a d c a n n o n s :

- who loves to be marked?

❤ my hero academia !

midoriya

- impatient | ❝you're busy but midoriya is horny, so he takes matters into his own hands❞

- bite me, baby! | ❝midoriya gets his blood sucked by you, a vampire, and maybe enjoys it a little too much❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

- money, money, money | ❝you just love spoiling your sugar daddy❞

bakugou

- stripper!bakagou hcs

todoroki

- awoken | ❝whines and whimpers wake you up as you find out shoto has been humping your thigh in your sleep❞

kirishima |

kaminari

- shocking! | ❝where you use your boyfriend's quirk against him in a way he doesn't expect❞

- putting on a show | ❝you've been treating denki so well lately whether its buying all the luxury items he wants or taking him out to all the fancy restaurants around. so he thinks it's time for him to repay you back and what's better than having him put on a show for you wearing some sexy lingerie?❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

iida

- behind closed doors | ❝there's obvious sexual tension between you and your rival, iida, but no way you would fuck "mr. perfect" right?❞

- your own private show | ❝you catch iida masturbating and he puts on a show for you❞

d r a b b l e s / l o n g t h i r s t s : werewolf!reader in rut (midoriya) // naga!reader using their tail to choke (kaminari) // naga!reader w/ size kink (midoriya) // iida secretly masturbating // iida w/ werewolf!reader // pussydrunk!izuku // izuku w/ rimming // riding bakugo // overstimulating todoroki // bratty!bakugo // masochist!iida //

h e a d c a n n o n s :

- who loves to be marked?

❤ chainsaw man !

denji

- bark for me | ❝denji just loves it when you treat him like a dog and tug on his leash.❞

aki

- clouded with lust | ❝aki finds himself in the hands of the lust devil who takes an interest in him.❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

d r a b b l e s / l o n g t h i r s t s : denji w/ lust devil // aki w/ lust devil // fucking aki on the kitchen counter //

h e a d c a n n o n s :

❤ demon slayer !

tanjiro

- 7 minutes in hell | ❝tanjiro is just so innocent and adorable that you can't help be mean to him when the two of you are paired up for 7 minutes in heaven.❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

zenitsu

- open your mouth, pretty boy | ❝who knew that the nerd in your english class would be a virgin and that they would be so fun to corrupt?❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

rengoku |

d r a b b l e s / l o n g t h i r s t s : whiny!zenitsu w/ breeding kink //

h e a d c a n n o n s :

❤ jujutsu kaisen !

itadori

- challenged accepted | ❝you've given your boyfriend a challenge: go through the day with a vibrator in him. he's sure he'll complete it with ease but he realizes it may not be as easy as he thought.❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

megumi |

gojo

- such a flirt | ❝gojo is such a flirt and sometimes he gets too close to other people to rile you up. lucky for him, it works every time.❞

- heat it up! | ❝gojo loves being a brat and by the amount of times he has been one, he's gotten use to your punishments. so you decided to try something new on him.❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

- my kind of present | ❝Gojo surprises you for Christmas with a present: him.❞

geto

- down the chimney! | ❝in which chimmy is the euphemism for geto's throat as you're face fucking him.❞

sukuna

- king of curses? ha! | ❝sukuna is the king of curses! he's supposed to be strong, in control. so how did he end up kneeling before you, a mere human?❞

toji

- cat's got your tongue? | ❝toji tries to dominate you and his plan backfires.❞

nanami

- a househusband's duty | ❝after coming home from a hard day at work, your househusband surprises you by wearing a maid outfit. though he's annoyed that you're late so how about you bend him over the kitchen counter and eat him out to make up for it?❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

d r a b b l e s / l o n g t h i r s t s : gojo w/ a vibrator in public // punishing gojo w/ overstimulation //geto being a good boy for you // overstimulated gojo // megumi w/ feminization // pussydrunk!geto // brat!gojo & good boy!geto // fucking geto over gojo // brat!sukuna // soft sex w/ nanami // overstimulating gojo //

h e a d c a n n o n s :

❤ miscellaneous !

- smile for the camera! ♡

- give a twirl!

- submissive good boys

- bratty disobedient subs

- adorable puppy boys

- overworked pillow princes

- on the naughty list! ♡

- turning pretty boys to mush

- naughty boys w/ a scent kink

More animes tba?...

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

If you have time (and you want to) could you do something about jealous/possessive Christopher "marking his territory" (I feel like I describe a dog when I talk about him)? I recently saw a tiktok about how he needs to be 100% in control and he's prone to be a "yandere"?

I really just want to drive him a bit crazy. Thank you🌸

CLAIM

Content Includes: Hard!Dom Bang Chan x sub!fem reader, rough sex, public sex, praise, teasing, just depraved filth, humiliation, unprotected sex, aftercare, 18+

Word Count: 1.0 K

As you walked into the crowded room, Bang Chan, your wonderful boyfriend, held your hand tightly. His smile was warm and genuine, but you could sense a hint of protectiveness in his gaze as he scanned the surroundings. You both mingled with friends, enjoying the cheerful atmosphere until a familiar face from the circle approached us.

As the person greeted you, their tone seemed a little too friendly for Chan's liking. He raised an eyebrow, subtly tightening his grip on your hand. You were naive about the hidden agenda but Chan's intuition immediately sensed something amiss. He responded politely, yet his watchful eyes never left the person.

As the conversation continued, the person's casual compliments and flattery started to escalate. Chan's jaw clenched slightly, and his normally calm demeanor showed signs of unease. Sensing his discomfort, you gently placed a hand on his arm to reassure him that there was nothing to worry about. But Chan, fiercely protective and deeply in love, couldn't shake off the feeling of jealousy creeping in.

In the midst of the conversation, Chan casually placed an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. It was his subtle way of asserting his presence, marking his territory. His action spoke volumes, and the other person got the hint, eventually backing off and excusing themselves.

A soft smirk splayed across your face from enjoying how possessive Chan always was off you, leaning in and whispering in his ear.

'What was that all about?'

His face softened before turning towards you, bowing his head towards you so there was some privacy between you amidst the noise.

'He was staring at you too much, I could fucking see what he was thinking with how big his eyes were'

You could see his eyes darkening as he stared filthily towards the man who had his back turned, anger slowly seething through him and it was probably a good thing that both of you were lucky to be in a public place.

'Ohh, that would definitely be a red flag' You teased, rubbing gentle circles into his back.

'Luckily, you look so sexy when you're jealous'.

His eager fingers clutched around yours tightly, his eyebrow quirked and he squared his shoulders.

'I'm bored with this place, do you wanna get out of here?'

Heat started to stir in your body as you knew from Chris's posture and the energy radiating off of him that he was about to treat you to something much more pleasurable than drinks and entrees.

...

The chill of the bonnet was ice-cold against your back as Chan roughly hiked your dress up around your hips, his hands roughly pulling your panties to the side.

'We have to be quick baby'

Chan breathed into your mouth as he sloppily kissed you, your hands flailing to pull down the zipper of his pants.

'Never thought you'd be into this type of shit'

You panted into his mouth as you spread your legs wider, bracing yourself by clutching onto the smooth steel.

'I'm not but that cunt needs to be taught a fucking lesson'

Both of you moaned in ecstasy as he roughly pushed into you, bottoming out swiftly before pulling back halfway and thrusting into you again.

You knew you weren't going to finish from this angle but the rush of adrenaline combined with Chan's frenzied eyes and rough hands were enough to get you wet and satiated with desire.

'You're mine, you're fucking mine...you belong to me...fuck anyone who looks at you'.

His fingers left marks on your hips as he pushed your hips down onto his dick with every thrust.

'Ahhh!' You cried out when he thrusted into your g-spot, your eyes widening and you blushed, embarrassed and worried about how loud you just sounded.

It only egged Chan on and his thrusts became rough in force, veins taut in his neck and forearms and his brow and nose scrunched in effort.

'Let him hear you babygirl....'His voice was scratchy and wire-thin in his throat with each thrust.

'What if he walked out to see us fucking on his car yeah? Maybe I'd...hah! Maybe I'd let him watch huh? See how loud you are with my dick inside of you?'

A final guttural moan filled the air as Chan finished inside of you, his body hovering over yours and his hands rubbing circles into your hips.

'Feel better now?'

You teased playfully as you ran a hand through his sweaty hair, smirking and panting from the thrill of the moment.

'Yeah, that was so fucking...oh my gosh...that was so fucking good'

He chuckled breathlessly, leaning back to look down at you as he pulled out.

'Are you okay? It wasn't too much was it?'

Chan pulled up your panties and your dress down to cover you again, making you look all modest and pristique again.

'Nope, it's never too much when I'm with you baby'.

Chan smiled with love as he grabbed your wrists, gently pulling you off the bonnett and pulling you into his arms.

'I love you so much baby girl' He kissed your cheek and whispered into your ear.

'Let's go home, my baby needs to be taken care of'.

Author Commentary: I have no idea, I just blacked out. I was writing this and was like 'Oh, I forgot Sagittarius Mars can have a thing for exhibitionism' and here we are.

I will be incorporating Bang Chan saying 'I will take care of you' in every fic because a fancall has confirmed that

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[hana-no-seiiki]

Yoooo idk if you know what my hero academia is but what about a batsib( platonic) who’s a lot like dabi. Abused all there life has blue fire burns all over them. Abnormal body heat. Who would be more interesting in the fire? Who would help batsib take care of there burns. HOW WOULD THEY REACT TO THE STABLES COMING OFF!!!

Just the amount of chaos has me foaming out the mouth. 

YANDERE BATFAM + YANDERE TODOROKI CLAN x READER

I tweaked your request a bit and added yan todo clan into the mix if you don’t mind anon? if you rather a version without them then feel free to request again!

I’ll prolly do a part two of this to expand more on the Todo family, Tim, Dick, and Bruce but who knows what my ADHD will hyperfixate on next.

God can I just say that I love Todoroki Clan v Batfam fics. However few and far between they are so I’ll be writing this with a Todoroki! Reader in mind. Perhaps a twin of Dabi.

status: unedited

Humans have a natural, visceral attraction to fire. One can’t help but be drawn to its glow.

You were born as Touya’s (fraternal) twin except your power didn’t have to rely on emotions.

You burned the day you were born. Hurting your mother in the process. Scalding her skin as she desperately tried to feed you despite the danger it meant to her well-being.

In spite of her growing hatred for her husband, you managed to sear your way into her heart and make your mark.

Rei adored you. You looked the most like her underneath all the flames and charred skin. She would coo at you while glaring at her failures. She would run her hands through your hair while the room slowly froze when hearing about that kid who asked for your hand in marriage.

You were her precious gem. A jewel amongst the icky, dark, coal the others call her children. She would do anything for you. Anything.

Enji had to admit. He loved you more than his ambitions himself. He abhorred the pained screams you’d make whenever you tried using your powers. Luckily, unlike his eldest son, you were much more susceptible to the idea of not becoming a hero. All of his attempts at another heir were all in hopes that you didn’t have to face the horrid world of villains.

Touya admired you ever since you two were little. Your parents would often speak of how he’d cry whenever you two were separated. Of how he’d wail whenever you’d get burnt by your own quirk as if he was the one who was hurt.

As you grew up, he grew distant. Envious of your flames that were already so strong. Angry that you born several steps ahead of him regardless of being his twin.

Natsuo and Fuyumi bore the brunt of his complaints. His parents were too entranced by your being so who else did he have to talk to?

It all came to a climax when Shouto gained his quirk. You’d never forget the hope draining from your twin’s visage. The flames that surrounded the two of you when he dragged you out into the woods only to take an attempt at your life.

As darkness consumed your vision, you reach out to your brother’s face and choked out as the smoke covered the two of you.

“I will . . . always . . . love you.”

You awoke to your parents in tears, the news that your twin’s body was never found, and your belongings packed in several bags.

You were to study far away. Have a new start. Where you’d forget your brother.

Gotham.

It was a place known for its crime rate, but Enji’s close friend Bruce promised he’d take care of you while you’re here.

You were greeted by one of his sons, Tim. He was around Fuyumi’s age and was utterly fascinated by your powers.

Through him you were able to appreciate your flames a little more. It was hard not to get close to him. You attended classes together, ate together, played together. He even made you equipment and salves that would ease the burns.

It wasn’t long before you found out about his vigilante persona and thus Bruce’s. But for the sake of safety (your own and their’s) you decided to keep that fact to yourself.

Dick often came by once in a while. It was rare but his visits started to become the highlights of your stay in Gotham. He was fun and energetic. Tim and Bruce were great and all but they always had an air of seriousness that reminded you all too well of your family back in Japan.

He’d often sneak you out and teach you some acrobatic moves. Through process of searching good old google about the Robins, you figured out he was Nightwing after a short while.

Although you absolutely despised them now, you couldn’t deny them their credit for reigniting your passion for heroics.

You started training on your own. Control was something you had already practiced in the past. You knew how to stop the flames when it flared up too much. But you never really got to the point of using it for attacks and combat.

You didn’t really get that far. The most you could do without getting suspicious was to ask your father for a tutor in self defense while only adding some of your flames for the extra damage.

Not to mention the fact that a fire based vigilante would definitely raise flags for the family you’ve been living with.

So you started your “hero” life without using much of your flames until such a time that you were able to either go back to Japan or move out to another state.

That’s when you met Jason. You didn’t know much about him at first. Only that he killed a bunch of the thugs that you were trying to handle on your own.

Without him you’d probably have been dead several times by now.

Thus you took it upon yourself to help him in any way you can.

From being a hindrance you slowly started becoming an essential asset to Jason’s patrols. So much so that he often would blow up if you disappeared for a week only to apologize profusely and buy you pizza when he found out you were gone because of exams.

Jason also made you discover a very important part of your power. While your quirk didn’t rely on emotions to be strong within itself, emotions still played a huge part of it.

And as he slowly placed his lips upon yours, a wall of flame sets off.

You never returned to him after that day.

Around your early adulthood, Damian was taken into the household.

It wasn’t that long before you figured out he had no filter and a lot of ego to boot.

He reminded you a lot of a cat. Your parents would never let you adopt one out of fear for you being scratched, or worse a cat barbecue so you often projected that childhood desire of yours to him.

So while he’d hurt you both physically and emotionally, you in turn would return whatever he gave with love and headpats.

It annoyed him to no end. Who were you to treat him like a baby? If it weren’t for your flames he could probably have you on the floor in a minute tops.

But whenever you’d disappear he realizes how much he enjoys your presence.

He was there when you came back after your encounter with Jason. Your burnt and tattered clothes.

He saw the news. He knew that you’ve been going out to save civilians with one of his predecessors. He knew all about your past and your powers.

And he knew that from this day forth, you were never going to leave the manor ever again.

GENERAL BATFAM TAGLIST: @the-sander-fander

[theres-a-body-here]

big brother kiri anon again!!

romantic ofc.. eiji thinks nobody is worthy of his quirkless little princess more than himself.. <3

(lots of breeding kink ofc.. and size kink)

and i honestly wanna see what scenario you come up with :3

Yandere!Kirishima x F!Reader

Kirishima is 42, reader is 24

Kirishima loved you

Maybe a bit too much

As far back as you can remember, he's always been protective of you. Protecting you from bullies for being quirkless and deterring any suitors. Even more so now that he's become a high-ranking pro hero. On the top 20 ranking as Red Riot to be exact.

This was supposed to be a fun party.

The other pro heroes put together a large event to celebrate Kirishima's classmate, Deku, becoming the number one hero of Japan. You wanted to opt out, seeing no reason for a quirk-deficient nobody to attend, but your brother pleaded and begged for you to come. You couldn't say no to Kiri.

It was going pretty well, up until Bakugo began to flirt with you. Kirishima saw red. He marched over and grabbed your hand and dragged you away. Before Bakugo could get a complaint and/or insult in, you two were gone.

And that's how you found yourself in this situation. Pressed against the wall of a coat closet at some hero party with your obsessive big brother.

┍━━━━━━━☟━━━━━━━┑

Eijirou began nipping at your neck with his sharp teeth. Almost as if he was marking what belongs to him. This only made you squirm even more uncomfortably as you wrapped your head around what was happening.

"E-Eiji...what are you doing?" You stammered out nervously.

"I just want my little sis all to myself." He replied huskily biting harder on your skin gripping your waist tightly taking full control of you.

You couldn't help but let out a soft moan as his sharp teeth nipped at your skin, sending shivers down your body. Eijirou chuckled at your reaction before pressing himself closer to you and whispering in your ear.

"You're mine. No one else is allowed to have you."

His words made you blush, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and arousal from the sudden close proximity. You wanted to resist his advances since this was wrong on so many levels but something inside of them made it impossible for you to stop him.

"Eiji...we can't do this..." You whispered back hesitantly.

But he just ignored your protests, continuing to nibble on your neck while running his hand up and down your side feeling every curve with such intensity that made you arch into him even more.

"Don't worry about it." He replied gruffly before claiming your lips hungrily.

As Eijiro's hand slid under your clothes and onto your wet heat, You let out a whimper. He had never touched you in such an intimate way before, and it was starting to make you feel nervous.

"Relax, Princess," he whispered against your lips as his fingers brushed against the fabric of your underwear. "I'm just showing you how much I love you."

His words did nothing to calm you down though, instead making you squirm uncontrollably as his fingers pressed harder into your slick cunt.

"Eiji..." You moaned out softly, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second under his touch.

He grinned wickedly at your reaction before suddenly slipping a finger inside and curling it upwards.

"Oh god!" You cried out louder trying to hold onto him for support.

You tried to resist your brother's advances as he started finger fucking you, but it was hard to form any thoughts when you felt him knuckle deep inside your wet pussy.

But before you could protest any further, he suddenly pressed a second finger inside causing you to gasp at the sudden pleasure which made them cling onto him harder.

"Shh," He whispered softly against my ear while curling his fingers expertly. "Just let go, sis."

You whimpered in response as he continued pumping his fingers in and out making you feel like putty.

As Eijirou pulled his fingers out, you were left dazed and confused. It wasn't until he unzipped his pants that you started to realize what was happening.

"Eiji…what are you doing?" You asked nervously, trying to think straight despite the intense sensations still coursing through your body from his previous actions.

But he just chuckled darkly before pressing the head of his cock against your tightened hole causing you to gasp in pain and realization flooding back knowing deep down this wasn't right.

"You know exactly what I'm doing," he growled into my ear. "I'm claiming you as mine."

You tried to push him away, but it was no use as he held onto you firmly with one hand while using the other hand for support before pushing inside of you completely without any care in the world.

Pain mixed with pleasure seared through your body as you let out a yelp. Kirishima shushes you as he begins to slide in and out of your warmth at a slow pace.

You whimpered and tried pushing your brother away, feeling disgusted with the situation. But Kirishima retaliated by slamming into you all the way to the hilt, making you let out a strangled cry.

He quickly covered your mouth with his hand.

"Shh," He whispered while thrusting deeper on purpose. "The others will hear us if we're too loud, and I don't want them finding my little sis like this now."

You felt tears starting to well up in your eyes as he continued pounding into your pussy without mercy, taking full advantage of how vulnerable you were at that moment.

Suddenly, Kirishima lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist as he pressed your back against the wall for support. You felt a shiver run down your spine as he began to really pound into you with his huge girthy cock. He slides it in and out of your wet heat relentlessly while grabbing onto your hips tightly.

You let out a moan as he hit that spot inside of you every time, making it impossible not to feel pleasure mixed with shame at this taboo act.

"God...you're so tight," Eijiro growled in your ear. "I'm gonna make you mine forever."

"Oh god…Eiji...please stop..." You cried out desperately but it only seemed to fuel him more causing him to pound into you even harder than before, grunting loudly along the way.

The sound of squelching and slapping filled the small closet as Kirishima continued to fuck you mercilessly. You could hear his primal grunts every time he slammed into your wet pussy, feeling disgust and pleasure at the same time.

"You're gonna have my baby, Princess," Eijiro growled fiercely in your ear. "Then no other man will ever want you."

His words made you shudder uncontrollably with a strange arousal. You knew it was wrong on so many levels but something inside of you couldn't resist him any longer.

"E-Eiji...no...please stop..." You begged weakly trying once again to push him away but he just laughed darkly before plunging deeper inside causing you to gasp out in shock.

"No way," He snarled while wrapping his arms around you tightly for leverage, slamming into you even harder than before as if staking his claim over your body.

As Eijiro's thrusts grew harder and faster, you whimpered and clung to him tighter.

“F-Fuck…” You moaned out loudly, feeling like your body was on fire from the intense pleasure coursing through it.

You could feel yourself starting to drool from how overwhelmed you were, feeling his thick cock slide in and out of you repeatedly. You felt slick juices sliding down his cock and onto his thighs, evidence of just how silly he was fucking you.

"God...you feel so good," He grunted out while pulling out almost completely before plunging back inside with a hard thrust causing you to cry out again.

As Eijiro's thrusts became sloppier and more erratic, you knew he was getting close to climax. You tried to beg him not to cum inside of you but it was far too late for that now.

"Eiji! No...please..." You begged desperately as your legs dangled weakly around his waist, weak from the fucking.

But Kirishima just ignored your pleas and continued thrusting harder and faster than before, his focus solely on breeding you like a broodmare.

"Shh...it's too late for that now," He whispered huskily in your ear while grabbing onto the back of your head tightly. “You’re so pretty. I can’t wait to see how beautiful you’ll look pregnant with my child.”

Before you can even respond to his words, Eijiro suddenly thrusts a couple more times before slamming into you all the way and holding still. You whimpered as you felt his hot cum pump inside of you, feeling it fill up your womb with each spurt.

It takes a few moments before he finally pulls out of you. His cock slides out covered in cum and your pussy juice. You feel empty and violated, tears streaming down your face. Kirishima wipes them away with his thumbs.

He leans forward and kisses your neck softly then pants in your ear “after this...”

You look at him wide-eyed waiting for what he has to say next.

“We’re gonna be together forever.” He smiles at you triumphantly before pulling you in for a hug.

Big brothers, am I right?

[beestriker015]

Yandere Ryukyu x younger male pro hero s/o

Despite being only 21 years old, s/o has already caught the attention of a few of his fellow pro heroes, one of which being the number 10 hero herself.

Ryuku first saw s/o on television when he made his debut and was quite impressed with his abilities as well as his relatively shy and kind demeanor.

However, Ryukyu also felt something peculiar when she saw s/o on the screen, something that worked up her dragon side.

“W-what is this I’m feeling? My heart is beating so fast. This new hero…why do I feel so drawn to him?”

As time passed, Ryukyu became obsessed with s/o and kept a close tab on him until one day when she couldn’t take it anymore and finally decided to meet the object of her obsession in person.

“Hello s/o, my name is Ryuko Tatsuma, but I prefer to go by my hero name Ryukyu. I’ve heard much about you, and it’s a pleasure for us to finally meet.”

“Likewise. It’s a huge honor to meet an amazing hero like you!”

S/o says with a smile that almost causes Ryukyu to lose her calm composure.

“T-thank you s/o, that’s very kind of you to say. Since you’re still relatively new to being a pro hero, may I offer you some help and advice on things you need to know?”

“Really? I’d greatly appreciate that Ryukyu! Thank you so much!”

“No problem, we can talk more over lunch at a cafe nearby. Don’t worry about paying though, it’s my treat.”

Since that day, s/o and Ryukyu have grown close to each other, leading to s/o developing romantic feelings for the 26 year old dragon hero.

When s/o eventually confesses his feelings for her, Ryukyu smiled widely and happily told him she felt the same way before pulling him close and roughly kisses him on the neck, leaving behind a very noticeable red mark.

“There. I apologize if I was too rough darling, but I had to mark you. Now everyone will know that you are mine, and no one will take you from me.”

She says with a smile and a glint in her eyes that makes s/o slightly unnerved for a brief moment.

Despite being a yandere, Ryukyu is still a genuinely good person and would never hurt anyone without a reason to.

As a girlfriend, Ryukyu is extremely affectionate with s/o when they’re alone, but won’t do much more than brief kisses and holding hands when in public or during hero work due to her professionalism.

Ryukyu is extremely possessive over s/o because of her dragon side, and will glare at anyone who flirts with her boyfriend as she holds onto him protectively while letting out a low growl, which s/o admittedly finds kind of adorable.

S/o and Ryukyu try to spend as much time together as they can despite their busy schedules as pro heroes.

Almost everyday, s/o takes time out of his day to visit Ryukyu’s agency to drop off a bagged lunch he made for her and to give her a quick kiss before she goes out on patrol, which Nejire and Ryukyu’s first year interns find really really sweet.

Speaking of Nejire, she is a huge supporter of Ryukyu and s/o’s relationship and to quote her when she met s/o for the first time “totally ships them”, which caused s/o to blush a little and chuckle as Ryukyu looked at the two in confusion due to having no idea what shipping is.

Knowing how insecure his girlfriend can be, s/o will passive aggressively defend Ryukyu if anyone were to say anything negative about her quirk or appearance.

“My Ryukyu is the most beautiful woman in the world, and her quirk has saved so many lives! You clearly don’t know what you’re talking about. So either apologize to her now, or keep your ignorant comments to yourself!”

Hearing him defend her only makes Ryukyu fall in love with s/o even more.

When they get back to their shared apartment (because Ryukyu insisted on s/o moving in with her shortly after getting together), Ryukyu hugs her boyfriend and gives him a thankful smile.

“Thank you darling, I appreciate you coming to my defense, please know that I love you dearly.”

Despite her protective and possessive tendencies, Ryukyu would never kill anyone, as that goes against her beliefs and status as a hero.

That used to be the case, until one day during an intense operation to take down a large villain group, s/o was brought to the brink of death by the leader of the villains.

“You and the other heroes were fools to come onto our turf and interfere with my plans boy! I’m going to enjoy killing you in the most excruciating way possible. It’s game over for you hero!”

Upon seeing her s/o at the mercy of the villain leader, Ryukyu’s eyes glaze over in pure draconic rage as she transforms into her dragon form and rushes at the villain as she begins mercilessly tearing him apart, much to the shock and horror of any onlookers.

With the villain leader dead, his subordinates are quickly apprehended by the other heroes and sent to Tartarus, with s/o taken to a nearby hospital for his injuries.

No one dared speak to s/o of what happened to the villain leader when he came to after falling unconscious during his transport to the hospital, both out of fear of angering Ryukyu and a little understanding of the lengths dragons will go to protect their mates.

When he wakes up, s/o is warmly embraced by his teary eyed girlfriend, unaware of the grisly murder she committed.

“I missed you so much darling! Are you in pain at all?”

“I’m ok now Ryuko, just a little sore. Hey babe, what happened during the mission? I don’t remember anything after almost getting killed by the leader.”

“…that villainous scum has been taken care of.”

“What do you mean ‘taken care of’?”

“D-don’t worry about that darling, he and the other criminals working for him were all taken to Tartarus and imprisoned.”

She lied to him as she continues to hug her boyfriend with a dark smirk on her face.

“He will never hurt you again darling, as he is now burning in hell where he belongs for hurting you. I promise that I’ll protect you no matter what, and whoever dares lay a finger on you won’t live long enough to regret it!”

Ryukyu thinks to herself before breaking from their embrace and kisses s/o on the lips with a loving smile on her face.

“I love you so much s/o.”

“I love you too, my beautiful dragon.”

He says while returning her smile as they proceed to share another kiss.

Meanwhile in the criminal underworld, word spreads around about the villain leader’s gruesome death thanks to one of his henchmen managing to escape from the heroes, leading to many growing an intense fear of the tenth ranked hero.

And if any of them intend on doing anything to Ryukyu’s darling…

They should be afraid…

[sinfulforrest]

Underwear Thief

Trace x Gender Neutral Reader

1.8k Words

Explicit smut!! If anybody under the age of 18 interacts with this, I will block them.

Warnings: yandere content, stalking, object marking, stealing underwear, breaking and entering, heavy delusions

Content: trans male character, scent and sweat kinks, masturbation, indirect kisses, general Trace delusions because he just loves you so much~

Summary: Trace decides to pluck up the courage to visit your apartment whilst you're not home, but ends up getting a lot more flustered than he thought he would...

He knew it was wrong.

Trace knew that it was wrong, so so wrong as he stood there grasping your spare stolen apartment key as he shakily unlocked the door, his head jerking and swivelling around every time he heard noises coming from your neighbours across the hall. You were so annoyed when you had found out that you’d lost your spare key, and he hoped that you’d find it in your heart to forgive him for it one day.

He knew it was wrong that he knew your daily schedule, that you’d be out doing your grocery shopping for the week today at your usual shop of choice halfway across the town for a few hours, leaving him plenty of time for him to summon the courage to enter your welcoming abode whilst you were away.

Yet he still pressed forward, taking short, shaky steps forward like that of a newborn deer as he entered your small apartment, stifling a groan as the smell of you was immediately caught by his keen nostrils. Before he got too overwhelmed, he locked the door behind him and let out a shaky breath, running both hands against his flushed sweaty face and through his fluffy ginger hair.

He felt like he was in heaven.

He was well and truly surrounded by you; all the little quirks that made you…well, you, were laid before him just for his eyes only, and he swore to himself that he would commit this sight to his memory. The way you organised your furniture, the pictures and little knick-knacks here and there, the homeliness of it all…he’d just need to visit a little more often, just to make sure that his memory of your save haven was correct in his mind.

He walked over to the little makeshift kitchen area you had- dishes were piled in the sink ready to be cleaned and your drinks glasses were on the side of the sink waiting to be cleansed after the plates. He sighed to himself, picking up one of the glasses, looking at it experimentally.

Then, his eyes homed in on the delicious sight of your lip reside at the rim of the glass, painting the otherwise dull glass with your mark. He swallowed thickly, bringing the glass closer to his own face. The glass fogged with each depraved breath he took, but the shape of your lips remained on the glass like the shape of your entire being remained within the inside of his head. Licking his lips, he brought the cup up to his mouth and kissed around the mark your gorgeous lips left for him, before licking around it and groaning.

An indirect kiss.

The best he was going to get for a while as he figured out how to win your heart.

He leant against the counter panting madly as he felt himself grow wetter with each kiss and lick that he gave the glass desperately wishing that the fragile and hard coolness of the glass would one day be replaced by your soft and sweet trembling lips against his own hungry ones.

After removing your essence from the glass, he quickly ran it under your tap and dried it on a piece of nearby cloth to remove his marks from it, and with a barely supressed shudder he thought of you drinking from that very glass, completely unaware that his lips and spit had claimed it for another indirect kiss…

His eyes began to roam around your domain yet again, however, still eager to take in any and all of your essence that he could, and his eyes settled on your messy nest of a bed. His lips quirked up into a small smile, gazing at the adorable little mess that you’d left your bed in; a bundle of blankets and a quilt were screwed together from where you’d thrown them off that morning, alongside several soft plush toys that sat by your pillows. It looked incredibly comfortable, and Trace wished he could be snuggled up in this little bed with you pressed up against his large, muscular frame.

Trace knelt by the bedframe, slowly reaching out for the crumpled pillow that had an indent from where you had slept soundly against it. He dragged his large fingers down the soft fabric, and unable to hold himself back any longer, he thrust his head in the indent to inhale your sweet scent.

Heat shot straight between his legs and right into his core- your pillow smelt divine. He recognised the scent of your favourite shampoo as he thrust his nose against the plushness, desperately trying to take in your scents, and the more he inhaled deeply, the more he could smell the faint smell of sweat, your sweat, your beautiful scent that he wished he could breathe in whenever he wanted, your sweat that he wished he could lap up from your gorgeous skin…and alongside that, he could smell the faint traces of the lavender washing detergent that he had used from when he had washed your clothes and bedlinen for you a few weeks back.

He pulled away, panting heavily as he nuzzled his bearded chin against the pillow. He laid one single kiss in the little indent, then tried his best to reposition the pillow back to where it was so that you’d be none the wiser.

He shuffled around on the floor, moving his hands onto the little carpet before your bed to keep himself steady, only to find himself freezing as he felt something with a much different texture to the carpet. He covered his mouth as he let out a whine, his eyes widening like saucers from behind his rapidly fogging up glasses as he stared at what was underneath his large hand- a pair of your underwear. Right there. Below his hand. Touching his skin. His. Skin.

He knew it was wrong but didn’t care as he hastily stuffed the cute little shorts into the pocket of his jeans, staggering up as he struggled to find and hold your stolen key between his fingers. Just as quickly as he entered, he left, making sure to lock up behind him so that your wonderful little world would be accessible to nobody else but you and him.

He practically sprinted back to his apartment building, desperate to get back home to he could alleviate the painful throbbing from between his legs that sent pulses to every nerve in his body. People stared at him as he raced down the busy streets, but he didn’t care- he was a man on a mission, and he needed to get home as fast as he could.

Finally, he entered his block of flats, and took the elevator up to his floor; usually he’d walk up the fight of stairs, using it as a nice pre-workout, but right now he couldn’t care, he needed to be home and in bed as soon as possible. Speedwalking across to his door he quickly unlocked and locked the door and raced off to his bedroom.

The familiar sight of his four-poster bed filled him with relief as he took off his shirt, crawling onto the incredibly soft mattress. He let himself sink into it, pulling out your underwear from his trouser pocket before discarding of the jeans too.

With one hand Trace immediately put the underwear against his face, groaning as he found his other hand slipping its way under the elastic band of his boxers, travelling and grazing against his thick pubes as his hand found its way to his erect clit. He moaned unashamedly, setting a fast pace as his large digit circled his clit. He wished that you could be sitting on his face right now, using him for your own pleasure, rubbing yourself against his sharp angled face and his delicious feeling facial hair…

He poked his tongue out, lapping at your essence that you’d left in your underwear; you tasted so sweet against his ravenous tongue, and he swore to himself that he would taste and sample your forever if he ever got permission from you. He stopped circling his throbbing nub to peel away his underwear from his now sweaty clammy skin, and his hand resumed the fast rapid circling it had been doing before.

He moved his other hand towards his dripping cunt, swiping up a copious amount of his slick with his forefinger and his middle finger in order to lube them up, and his fingers glided deep within his pussy with barely any resistance. He groaned deeply, the sound reverberating within his large chest and began sucking at the now soiled and spit-soaked underwear and he pistoned his fingers in and out of his hole, the stimulation from his clit making his pussy clench and twitch around his fingers.

God he wished that your fingers were in him instead, he wished that you could just nestle in between his thighs and just use him for your pleasure, he wished he had you, he wished that you wanted him…but that would come soon, he knew it, he would break down your walls one way or another and would make you fall for him, make you come undone for him. He would have you, own your heart, and you would own his.

You would both become one.

The rapid thoughts and the repeated rambling of your name tumbling from his lips began to make a coil within his core tighten, and his fingers began to pick up speed. He didn’t care about the noise, about the frankly whorish way he was moaning for you and the slick squelches that his cunt was producing, he wanted the world to know how much he loved you.

And with that, the coil snapped.

White hot pleasure rippled through him as he felt his walls grip and spasm against his thick fingers, and he curled them up against the deepest part of him whilst he bucked against his hand. He removed his hand from his clit, overstimulated now, and instead just pressed it against the underwear that covered most of his face. All he could feel right now was the beautiful scent and taste of you and your musk that danced around his hungry maw and nose, and the maddening ripples of pleasure that coursed through his body as his cunt pathetically clenched and twitched around his fingers.

He slowly withdrew his fingers from his dripping wet hole and moved the underwear next to him so that he could lick them clean of his slick. The thought of you shyly licking the slick off his fingers made him flush, but he was knocked down by the sudden pleasant wave of tiredness that washed over him.

He curled up on the covers, panting as he stared at the soaked underwear before him, this beautiful little holder of you and your essences all for him and him alone…he closed his eyes, basking in the warmth of the afterglow, wrapping his arms around a pillow and squeezing it tightly.

He’d have to give the underwear back to you the next time you asked him to wash your laundry, but for now…he was going to make as much use of it as he could before your gorgeous scent ended up escaping from the fabric for good.

[theextratreefairy]

To drink to survive

Warnings: yandere-verse themes, reader is unwilling but is too tired to fight, Dabi is a bitch, purge au, spoilers to Dabi's character, drunk reader, cursing. Reader is AFAB but non-binary, some suggestive comments, don't use Alcohol as a coping mechanisme kids.

they/them pronouns

Reader hated the purge even more since the league of villains are getting stronger. And the fact that villains don't follow the rules of the purge, they don't send a letter with the government's approval, they send letters to scare their darlings and when you show it to the government. They will tell you to suck it.

To stand between a yandere and their darling is suicide.

"Fucking hell." Reader cursed as they saw a burnt rose. The stem was burned yet with an intact little card attached to it. 'Please be on the wrong doormat.' They thought, begging silently to any deity they could think off. Reader picked up the rose and rushed in their apartment. As soon as Reader had locked the door, the windows already barricaded. Reader read the card with shaky hands.

'Can't wait to see you, doll. Better pack a bag, babe.'

"Oh, for fucks sake." Reader mumbled throwing the rose in the tin. "A villain for a yandere, oh how wonderful." Reader didn't have a quirk, so they knew that they had to pack a fucking bag and listen.

Dabi couldn't help but feel so giddy! Soon his little darling would be his legal darling! Unable to leave him. He was following them all day, texting Toga about a few things he needed for them.

❀BLOODSUCKER❀ - I will be getting her pads and tampons so that she can chose, I stole one of those big ass teddy bears.

NASTYBITCH - Thanks bloodsucker, you can get some of my blood later.

❀BLOODSUCKER❀ - I don't want your nasty shit, I want my future darling to be friends with your darling after they both settle down. OHHH perhaps they could have those sibling relathionships :D

NASTYBITCH - Sure, bloodsucker

'Luckily Toga is a yandere.' Dabi thought chuckling. He was going to live with the darling in one of the LOV bases, so it was important that the league liked them, plus they won't be lonely with all the other darlings.

Reader had packed a bag, but they sure as hell aren't going to cry about it. So, they decided to make a large bowl of noodles with spicy chicken and with a bottle of whiskey. Reader had just turned 20 and this was their first ever bottle they got. "If I need to deal with the purge, Imma deal with it drunk!" Reader shouted as they downed the bottle and ate their misery away. Not knowing that their yandere was already watching them, smirking in a sadistic matter.

Oh, how Dabi couldn't wait to brand Reader with his name! To make sure his darling dearest could never leave him again!

It was midnight when the purge was announced, Reader was absolutely shit faced and woke up from their drunken nap due to the sirens.

'This is your Emergency Broadcast System announcing the commencement of the annual purge. For 24 hours every yandere action will be legal except Murder and causing any permantely bodily harm to your darling, 'marking' however is allowed. The police cannot be called, the parmadics can only be called in deathly situations'

"Well, yandere dearest, I hope you can deal with a drunk me!" Reader shouted to no one in particular. "Oh, of course I can, but can you keep your hands off me?" Dabi said as he engulfed Reader in a back hug as he dropped to his knees, his body heath dangerously warm. This caused a yelp to escape their mouth. "Did you get a bag, doll?" Dabi questioned in threatening tone. "Or will you need a little help?" His hands were burning up.

Reader whined at the sensation in a drunk tone. "I got my bagg thereee." They slurred, pointing the bag next to her kitchen counter. "Oohh, you're pretty." Reader mumbled, clasping their hands together as they looked at Dabi. "Okay, you're very drunk." Dabi muttered amused. 'Oh how, easy it will be.' He thought as his grip got a bit loser.

"Doll, I am going to carry you to the couch and you will stay on there until Im back with your bag. Understood?"

Reader whined again, they were hearing loud screams outside of their apartment. Reader would rather be taken kindly then roughly, hence why their drunk. Dabi did just as he would say he would, looking as his little doll his being so complaint. Oh how giddy it made him feel. Reader was trying to reach for the bottle from the couch, trying their best to stay on the couch. A whine leaving their mouth as they failed, Dabi had walked back to the couch, a smirk visible on his face.

"I can't get the bottle~!" Reader whined outloud, tears wobling in their eyes. "Can you give me the bottle~?" Their voice had a begging under tone.

"Awhh, but your already drunk~! Shouldn't you share some with me?"

"no<3"

"Awe, i thought we could have some fun, get you nice and soft, perhaps even whinier then that you are now.."

@maggiecc

[shyyandere44]

I’m feeling soft so you’re forced to put up with it.

So Yandere.. he’s not having the best time right?

In meetings he just doodles in his diary which was normal but his doodles.. were all broken hearts, even randomly tearing out pages and lighting them on fire in the middle of Dark’s monologue which he didn’t take kindly to-

If it isn’t for food he won’t leave his room either, and Google went as far as installing a hidden motion detector.. it wouldn’t go off for long periods of time, prompting the discussion of.. vital monitors being placed on him.

Eric.. poor Eric just moved in, and on the first day had to witness.. the breaking point.

It was just supposed to be a simple conversation between Yan and Dark- trying to address the situation in the kitchen as Eric walked in for cereal.

It didn’t turn out so simple.

Eric didn’t even understand what happened because of how fast it was- all he knew was that Yan threw dark at a wall hard enough to break through it before jumping on top of him and was trying to stab him with a steak knife.

Eric had to call the only name he knew- The second in command, Wilford. Screaming out of fear for him to hurry, to which he did- along with almost everyone in the house.

Yan thrashed.. unnaturally, managing to somehow even escape the robotic grip of Google- not even hesitating when Wilford got out his gun- dark had to have host help him up while Wilford and Yancy held onto the rabid redhead as Edward- or as he’s commonly known as Dr. Iplier- had to stab a sedative into him strong enough for to put even dark down, everyone yelling for Yan to stop- the struggle continues until finally his body couldn’t resist the drugs… his hand going limp and dropping the knife.

An unnatural silence falls the room.

Eric’s first introduction to Yandere.

Dark was lucky he could heal easily when left alone… and now they have to figure out what to do with Yandere.

He’s going feral without something to obsess over.. everyone knows it, but they can’t bring his crush back to life. To give him another one is.. dangerous.

A voté is casted

Yandere is on house arrest, being locked into his room and restrained with a mouthpiece- or muzzle as he calls it- keeping him from biting.

Keeping him like a caged animal.

At least… until they can figure out a solution.

Eric was placed on the afternoon shift, thinking it would be the safest as his time slot is between dark and host.

It would be an awkward first visit.

“Hi! I know I-I haven’t.. exactly gotten the right opportunity to introduce myself, my name’s Eric! I.. like your hair!”

He’d be met with silence, just like everyone else. Eric would cower to his glaring red eyes, not entirely convinced the restraints could hold the power he witnessed his first day.

Two days had passed.

Eric was watching as the man he would watch become less outwardly agressive, seeming to just stare at the wall and stay still, scaring Eric to an extent causing him to watch for the other’s breathing. He had mentioned the strange behavior to Dark but his concerns were dismissed, stating that Yan was probably just scheming for a way out. Eric knew he may be naïve but.. he felt sorry for Yan.

The others still had concerns over letting Yan roam free again, while Edward would counter the longer they held him like this the worse his mental health would deteriorate.

A vote would be casted.

And starting at the end of the month, his mouth piece would be removed, yet his restraints would remain, only to be removed for Edward’s checkups with Wilford’s direct supervision.

Eric didn’t like that phrasing, because he knew this ‘supervision’ was more like a bodyguard for Edward, having a gun trained on Yandere to ‘neutralize’ if something went wrong.

But it went into effect just as stated, with Eric seeing the Yandere’s face for the first time since the incident- and he couldn’t decide if this was a good or bad thing.

His expression always seemed unreadable, having no human emotion at all times- the only time he seemed to open his mouth was to yawn- which didn’t help Eric’s case as his paranoia made him imagine all the horrific things his sharp teeth could do to Eric given the chance.

Despite his worries, Eric was determined to get him to speak. All he had ever heard from the others was that it was higher pitched- that his laugh always sounded manic and too enthusiastic. Yet all Eric ever saw was a cold, detached husk restrained and probably uncomfortable.

“I know.. you’re probably not going to like this but I went into your room- I gotta say I loved your decor! And I saw you had cool manga on your shelves, you really do have great taste.”

He’d always say these things with a smile, wanting to give this Yandere a much needed friend as the others seemed to outcast him..

Yet Yandere would never respond, not even bothering to meet his gaze. Uninterested in what he was saying as his own thoughts seem to held him hostage.

Eric would keep talking to him with no response, until eventually he changed strategies.. saying nothing at all, treating Yandere the same way he’d treat a cat.

He’d often bring in a book or perhaps his gameboy to keep him entertained, not even acknowledging he was sharing the same space as the Yandere, going out of his way to seem as relaxed as possible.

It was time consuming, sure, but one day when he looked up he saw Yandere actually looking at him with curiosity, leaning to see him closer only to look away when Eric caught him.

It may not have been much, but it was a win for him, and he’d leave his session excited.

Then one day, Eric would walk into the room to see Yandere.. seeming irritated. Moving his head in a weird whip over and over leaving Eric confused until he saw what was bothering him- his hair stuck defiantly over his face, about to get into his eyes.

“Is that.. bothering you?”

Eric would ask hesitantly, feeling bad that Yan couldn’t fix it due to his restraints- and surprisingly, after looking at Eric for a while, would slowly nod.

“Do you.. want me to fix it for you?”

He’d ask again, still in awe he got a response and actual acknowledgement.

Yandere seemed to be confused by the question, looking towards the door and all around the room- probably realizing it truly was only Eric in the room, leaving Eric in an awkward silence before nodding.

“Just d-don’t… don’t give them any reason to not let me visit you.. ok?”

Eric would request, and to his surprise he got another nod.

His gentle hand would touch Yan for the first time and he flinched, but… slowly went back to Eric’s hand.

Eric wouldn’t wait for him to change his mind, pushing his soft red hair behind his ear,

“There.. a-all better.”

This was the closest he’s ever been to the Yandere, and even with every violent incident he’s seen so far… he can’t bring himself to cower in fear. Even with those red eyes staring deep into his soul like some feral demon. And to his surprise.. The Yandere was the first to look away

In their two months together that had never happened.

Finally he would give him the distance he was probably wanting.

Eric admittedly scared to push it too far.

For the rest of his time he’d be reading the book he started to read a couple of weeks ago, in the beginning he just read it in the awkward silence between his watch but then.. he noticed the Yandere’s eyes looking at the mirror next to him, eyes squinting- he was trying to read what he was reading.

Once Eric figured that out he was happy to read it out loud for him, which seemed to keep him entertained as his eyes almost seemed inquisitive

Host would always be the next shift after, which he’d learn to like. Originally the narrator hated having to waste time with what he described as a foaming at the mouth beast but eventually his tone would change, instead stating the Yandere would seem.. more distant than agressive.

Dark was anything but happy to hear that.. being concerned for Eric’s safety. He’d start cutting their time shorter and shorter

Eric would begin to notice Yandere would start to almost look sad as Eric would leave- it was nice to a certain extent but also made him feel terrible.. starting to promise he’d be back and not to worry.

Yancy was always the one to bring him snacks and drinks, but once dark started enacting his policy about Eric’s schedule.. Yan began to refuse to take it. On the first day it didn’t concern him, thinking maybe he just didn’t feel good and he’d leave it for later- but after day three he became concerned.

Eric would notice Yandere would seem more tired and weak throughout their visits, and when Yancy finally told him of Yan’s diet he truly became concerned.

Dark tried to encourage Eric not to worry about it, and that Yandere has done this in the past with him usually going back to normal within a few days- but deep down Eric wasn’t convinced.

Eric would walk in again for his visit, and Yandere actually perked up when he came in, having a good mood for the first time in a while- if Eric didn’t know what he knew he would’ve been over the moon with his progress but.. he knew he had to confront this negative behavior before it got worse.

“Yan.. you know I’m here for you.. right?”

the atmosphere in the room suddenly wasn’t as pleasant- and Eric watched as Yandere seemed to piece together Eric wasn’t in a playful mood as he had hoped.

“And while.. the others may have mixed feelings about you, I want what’s best for you. I want you out of here one day.”

Eric then watched as Yandere seemed to be really confused, even tilting his head. This was when he finally decided to spit it out.

“You haven’t been eating anything Yancy brings you for the past few days. Why.”

It was quiet in that room, as it seemed Yan didn’t even breathe- looking at the ground for a while before looking at Eric with a sorrowful look In his eyes. It was a message, Eric knew that, but one he couldn’t convey.

“They’re.. they’re gonna keep you here longer if you keep doing this Yan. I’m just trying to help you, I really am- but I don’t know how. Please just- tell me what changed, tell me what’s wrong.”

And to his unfortunate reality.. Yandere would say nothing, looking down, leaving Eric frustrated as he decided to just leave- walking out the door and closing it behind him, telling dark he had something to do and that dark can fill in.

Laying in bed that night Eric didn’t feel good about what he did. It was out of frustration- anger at the fact that even after everything he did for Yan it wasn’t enough for him to gain trust. He thought.. maybe he’d managed to create a unique relationship with him.

It just wasn’t the case.

……or so he thought.

He’d wake up, going downstairs to the now repaired kitchen to overhear Yancy and Host’s conversation.

“Guess Dark was right about him breaking after a couple of days, It was like magic- this morning he ate with no problem.”

“The host believes that dark spoke to the other regarding his behavior, most likely threatening him with punishment due to Dark’s character traits. But the host won’t think too much into it, he’s just ready for the Yandere to be treated normally again so he can go back to having a social life.”

It.. was weird to Eric. He’d have his bowl yet he suddenly didn’t feel hungry as his stomach flipped.

Was he.. responsible for this?

He’d.. be anxious as the time for him to see Yandere got closer, not knowing what to think or believe. But he’d go in, opening the door to his temporary.. well- cage, only managing to convince dark to let him in at the expense of cleaning up the trash.

Yandere’s eyes would meet his, and for a moment Eric held still- having that initial fear he’s had since the beginning appear, but he didn’t break his eye contact, standing his ground, all until he made it to his little comfy chair.

“..I overheard Yancy this morning. Apparently you.. had no problem.”

Yandere has never held such an intense stare at Eric like this before, it made Eric undeniably uncomfortable.

“Did you.. actually listen to me yesterday?”

He’d ask with uncertainty, just wanting to get some kind of answer-

Unfortunately he’d get one.

Not exactly the one he anticipated but..

Eric got one.

Eric couldn’t help but describe it to be like a dog trained to ‘smile’ with their razor sharp teeth, one that humans recognize as friendly yet deep down its predatory.

A smile so wide it was unnatural.

Eric won’t lie, it took everything inside him not to call him out for how freaking scary it looked and beg for him to stop it. He’d swallow down the lump in his throat, starting to remind himself that he was restrained, unable to hurt him.

“…I’ll take that as a yes.”

Perhaps Yan got the reaction he wanted, because his face would shortly go back to the unreadable expression he usually wore- one that Eric has learned not to fear. Eventually he’d shake his fear off, feeling guilty about yesterday as he read as much as he could to him.

It’s almost the end of the second month, It seemed Eric actually was getting comfortable with the other’s company, being more lenient with Dark’s rules as he’d sneak in snacks and movies for them to watch together- and even if Yan didn’t speak, Eric was beginning to believe that Yandere was enjoying his time with him.

Finally, after the second month the vote was casted to decide if Yandere should be allowed to be free from his restraints, with Eric and Dr Iplier would be very vocal in their support of- but others like dark and Wilford weren’t convinced. Dark saying his lack of proper communication allowed for him to hide proper evaluations, and that he was simply buying his time in order to strike again- and Wilford would pipe up stating the rabid boy would glare at him every chance he could.

A voté was casted..

And it seems Yandere is still stuck in his restraints, but his observation sessions would be cut back to give him some semblance of false freedom.

Eric.. would meet with him the next day, seeing him reverting back to staring at the wall for what seemed like hours while barely breathing. There was no way that dark didn’t break the news to him.

“Hey Yan.. I.. got you a little treat for today”

Eric’s upbeat voice couldn’t lift the despair in the room. As optimistic as Eric was, he understood why Yan was upset.

“I um.. picked it out because it had red frosting.. and.. a cherry on top- it.. made me think of you.”

It got Yandere’s attention at least, his clouded eyes lazily focusing on the cupcake..

Eric wasn’t prepared to see a tear leak from his eye, and all he worried about was that he had did something wrong- he knew Yandere couldn’t wipe his tears.

Eric was simply going to wipe them away for Yandere, grabbing a tissue as he’d go to wipe his face

“I’m sorry Yan it’s gonna be o-“

It happened faster than he could comprehend it, only hearing leather straps snap with a metal buckle crashing to the floor, For a moment Eric’s life flashed before his eyes, waiting for the cold embrace of death only to feel someone’s warmth.. Eric would open his eyes to see the back of Yandere’s head.. he.. was hugging him, and from the sounds of it sniffling as he struggled to keep himself together.

“Thank you for not giving up on me”

And after some time.. Eric would hug back~

[dearbaji]

Research (Alien! Shigaraki x Reader SMUT)

CW: hint of noncon turned consentual (not diabolical... not dubcon?), dash of yandere/stalker if you squint, abduction, quirk use, fingering, afab reader who is a little too chill, 1528 words Thank you @bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love for this idea! Tried something new and it was really fun! mwah mwah mwah 😘

Upon waking up you see a bright white light. You move your hand to shield your eyes, but can’t. Both your arms and your legs are tied down to the ends of a table. Wires flow like rivers all over the floor and walls, their end nonexistent. Panicked, you try to recall the last thing you remember: listening to music and reading in your room… no, making a to-do list for the following day? No… sleeping? That’s impossible, it was only 9pm. Either way you knew you were at home, but now you’re not. 

Taking another glance around the room, you see machines unfamiliar to you. Large tubes filled with liquid were labeled with unknown markings at the bottom. Was this a science lab? Looking out of what seemed to be a window there was nothing but darkness and stars. You contemplate if screaming for help will benefit you. Either this was legitimately outer space or someone with a deep affection for the solar system kidnapped you. Maybe this was a dream, try to wake up. 

As your heart hammers in your chest, you chew on your cheek, hoping the pain was enough to wake you from whatever was going on. The sound of footsteps makes your head turn toward a hallway. Based on the depth and speed of the steps, you knew whatever was coming wasn’t human. You yank at the restraints to no avail. A tall, lanky figure appears at the end of the walkway. There’s no face yet, but you can tell this 8 foot tall creature was a male, and definitely not human. As he walks, his arms swing along his sides, lengthy fingers relaxed but still reaching below where his legs bend. Although terrified, you’re also mesmerized, almost enchanted by his walk. It’s slow, but it exudes a sort of confidence, somewhat like a commander. He gets closer and you can finally make out all of the details. His skin is pale, nearly translucent. The veins in his hands and arms become more prominent as he sways them with each step. His vermillion eyes focus on you as he stalks toward the table. White-ish powder blue hair cascades down his back unruly. As he approaches the table your breathing is still rough, but you ask, “are you going to kill me?” As soon as the question left your mouth you realized how silly it sounded, as if he would actually answer. He looks at you puzzled, leaning down, getting closer and closer to your face. You try to hold your breath and look away slightly, but he still stares, examining your face. He raises a finger to your temple and closes his eyes. You shut yours as well, preparing for the worst, but all you feel is a light jolt of electricity. “What did you say?” he asks, peering down at you. Your eyes snap open in confusion then squint, his frame casting a shadow because of the bright light above you both. “You speak my language?” you ask. “Now I do”, he states plainly. “Think you could untie me so I can sit up, then we could talk?”

He stares at you for a moment more before moving on to another bigger table filled with instruments. “Negative. I must research you more. Take samples. I’ve been observing you on Earth for a while. Now would be the most optimal time for extraction,” he says while picking through the tools. Extraction? Samples? He’s been watching you for a while? Eventually the questions reeling around in your mind stop when you feel him touch your shirt and pants with his entire hands, disintegrating them. Laying on a pile of ash, your instinct is to try to close your legs, but you can't. Your knees jerk together in many failed attempts to meet. “It’ll be less painful if you stop moving,” he says, observing the way your body shifts and twitches.

His slim, nimble fingers pull and poke at your face first: pushing back your hair, pulling your eyelids open to view your eyes as they move around, pushing up the tip of your nose, roughly opening your mouth for your teeth then prying your jaw open to pull on your tongue. One hand holds your mouth open while the other reaches inside, a little too deep. You gag as the drool starts dripping down your cheeks, but he doesn’t stop poking around. He retracts his hand after a moment with strings of spit still hanging from his fingertips. You try to catch your breath, coughing while he moves further down your body.

He pushes your breast and watches it jiggle. You try to bring your arm down to cover yourself, once again, to no avail. “Wh-what are you doing?” “Research.” He notices that one part of your breast starts pebbling, so naturally he starts touching it. Your face heats up, as much as you should hate this, it feels… nice. He pushes down on your nipple like a button before rolling it around like a joystick. Your body sinks further back into the table as if you’re trying to get away from him. He continues, watching your reactions: your eyes closing, eyebrows knit together, lips pressed in a line as you try to hold back any sounds you might make, your head tilted to your shoulder still trying to hide from his gaze. Two fingers pull gently at your nipple, then a little harsher as you turn toward him. “Nothing comes out? What is in here?” he asks, squeezing and jiggling your breasts again. “I don’t know, muscles and fat?” “You don’t know what is inside of you?” he questions. “Do you know what’s inside of you?” you retort. He stares at you for a moment more, hands still on your breasts. You rethink your reply and start to take it back when he moves down to your belly button. He presses down with one finger, seemingly trying to enter it but nothing happens. You stifle a laugh since it was a bit ticklish but he moves on. 

Once his fingers hit your pelvis, your legs start trying to close again. He pauses for a moment then goes to the bigger table. In his hold, he has something to prop your knees up a bit. Once your dusted clothes are brushed away and everything is in place, he tightens the restraints on your ankles. Carefully, he looks between your legs. He sees that there’s some liquid pooling onto the table, so he retrieves something that resembles a petri dish. In his attempt to collect some, he ends up massaging your labia, gently touching your clit every now and then, which makes even more fluid appear. Once he’s collected enough, he takes a slow swipe down your folds and watches the liquid stick to his fingers, smearing it on his fingertips and spreading them, observing how the strings snap. He notices your breathing pattern change, along with how flushed you look. One finger slowly enters you and you gasp. His finger keeps swiping and poking as if he’s looking for something. He takes his hand away and inserts it again, using two fingers as his other hand spreads you apart. His fingers are only halfway in as he prods and glides across every centimeter of your walls. As he tries to go deeper, you yelp. “Please, please stop, it hurts now,” you beg. He stops and removes both hands. “I apologize, I do not wish to harm you.” His manner surprises you, it’s different from what you expected because of what you usually see in typical alien abduction movies. “Can I continue with my research? It’s really important. I will not go any further than I did before.” You nod and relax a little more. He returns to his position and enters his fingers even slower than before, dragging his fingertips against the soft, slippery surface. Unknowingly, he sets a steady pace, making you dizzy with want. “Faster, please.” He pauses and looks at you curiously. “You want me to quicken my examination? Why? Your home is lightyears away, there’s nowhere for you to go right now, why rush?” He has a point, but you can’t tell if he’s serious or messing around with you. Answering anyway, you say: “because, it’ll feel better… for me.” He makes a mental note of it but continues with his original pace.

You strain yourself bucking your hips to meet his hand’s unintentional thrusts. One of his bony knuckles rubs against your g-spot, making you move faster. He lets go of your labia to hold down your hips, making the heel of his hand rub your clit. “Stop moving around, I’m almost done.” You feel static all around your body as it slackens, your walls still pulsing around his fingers. “Interesting,” he claims, pulling his fingers out to reveal a cream-like substance. He stands and grabs another dish, wiping one finger along the edge to extract the residue. As he looms over you again you stare back at him, heaving. He inserts the other coated finger into his mouth, sucking on it slightly. “What-” you start. “It is part of the research.”

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Forced Matrimony

Chapter 1 - Everwatching Eyes

A sequel to Rehabilitation | PART 2

Content Warnings- Yandere Izuku, reference to past noncon, dubcon, noncon somnophilia, soulmate au (matching marks), swearing, inappropriate quirk use/quirk retraint, Izuku is a little bit of a bully, nicknames/pet names include: Bunny, sweetheart, princess

Six months. Six fucking months. That’s how long you’ve been stuck in this house, constantly under your ‘soulmate’s watch. Even when he left the house he was still watching you through the multiple cameras in every room, even the damn bathrooms.

Even if you weren’t constantly being watched you wouldn’t make it far into the forest that surrounds the large house, thanks to the damn electric collar sitting snug on your neck. The last time you managed to get a window open and ran you were knocked unconscious due to the volts traveling through your body, you didn’t even make it five steps away.

You let out a sigh and turn to one of the nearby cameras, that you can see, and flip him off before you get off the too luxurious couch to pace around the house. Yet again. “Can’t leave the damn place, can’t go make anything to eat until he gets back, and I’ve walked all over this house. If he’s going to keep me captive then he could at least give me some books or a tv or fucking something.” You rant as you pass the same empty rooms you’ve ‘explored’ dozens of times now.

“If I ever get out of here, I’m going to find a way to stab Tomura and never take another job from him. Then maybe get some drinks with Dabi and…yeah no just Dabi.” You shake your head and find yourself in the small personal library once more and flop down onto the couch sitting in front of the window. The unbreakable window. He even locked the books up behind the same glass. Fucking Deku thought of everything.

“I might as well take another nap, not like there’s anything else to do around here.” You mutter as you sprawl out like a cat and let the silence carry you off to sleep.

“Sweetheart, I’m home!” Izuku calls out with a grin as he locks the door and sets the alarm. He knows you haven’t quite settled into your role, but he was hoping to at least see your gorgeous face as soon as he got home, but you’re not even on the couch or pouting at the dining table.

With a slight frown he starts his search for you upstairs, knowing that you’re still in the house but just not sure of which room you’re in. Sure he could just use the cameras to find you but where’s the fun in that?

He scans the bedrooms from top to bottom and checks under any piece of furniture that you could be under or inside or on top of. Then he checks the recreational rooms, only to find nothing, and then ends up at the library. A smile grows on his face when he spots your sleeping form curled up on the sofa, vulnerable and defenseless. With quiet steps he sneaks over to you and kneels in front of you before slowly moving you onto your back and watching your face slightly scrunch up and then relax again.

Ever so slowly and carefully, Izuku peels the tiny pink shorts down and off your legs before letting out a relaxed sigh at the sight of your barely clothed cunt. “So close…” he whispers as his scarred fingers work the cotton down your legs until they reach your feet and leave your lower lips bare. “There’s my pretty cunt.” He exhales as he rises from his spot on the floor to prop himself over your lower body until his nose is mere inches from your honeypot. “Thank you for the meal.” He whispers before running his tongue over your lips and then slowly delving into your depths, savoring your sweet flavor.

Groaning, you try to shift your body only to be fully woken up with a jolt from your core. Sitting up, or as much as the green brute allows you to sit up, you spot those damn green eyes staring at you from between your thighs. “What are you do~ing?!” You reluctantly moan out as he gives your throbbing clit a harsh suck.

“Enjoying my soulmate.” He says simply and it’s then you notice his fingers-nearly his whole hand- in your slick cunt rubbing and toying with your gummy walls. “Get the f-f-fuck off of me!” You grip his hair, whether to pull him off or pull him closer you aren’t sure as your legs start to tremble and your stomach tightens with each lick of his tongue and swipe of his fingers.

“Admit you enjoy it and I will, Bunny.” You have to bite your lip to keep a moan from crawling out as your toes curl with each movement from him. Desperately you start to shove his shoulders but yelp as he brings out Black Whip and forces you to lie restrained on the sofa. “Tell me or I’ll keep going, Bunny. You know I can do this all night.” Whimpering as he gently nips at your clit, you shake your head.

“I don’t want it, j-just get off! Ahh!” You cry out as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your slick hole, your eyes screwing up briefly. “I didn’t ask if you wanted it. I just want you to admit you’re enjoying me getting you off.” He grunts as he rearranges your trembling legs onto his shoulders.

Stubbornly you shake your head, too proud to admit the shameful truth about the reason your body’s heated up and your toes are curling. You can taste iron as you dig your teeth even harsher into the soft flesh of your bottom lip while he strokes that special spot that has you seeing stars with each touch.

“…stop, please.” You barely whimper as that coil in your stomach is wound tighter and tighter and you can feel your walls clench around his fingers. “Say what I want to hear, Bunny.” He murmurs, sending vibrations all across your body through your cunt as you feel his tongue delve in with his fingers.

You shake your head as the echoes of him slurping your slick thud around the room and your cloudy mind. “Mm fine, I like it.” You mutter as your hips twitch under him. “What do you like? Hm? Tell me what you like and whose doing it.” He commands you as he pulls away from your tingling cunt, his mouth glistening in your juices and a pink glow covering his face.

You clench the material of the couch as you struggle to get the words out. “I…I like how good, f-fuck, how good my pussy feels.” Your chest heaves with each heavy breath of air you gulp in before it’s lost with each movement of his skilled fingers in your cunt. “And whose making this pretty cunt feel good?” Izuku forces you look into his eyes with his free hand, his dark green eyes reflecting your panting, sweaty face.

“You!” “And who am I to you?” A thousand different answers flow through the fog of your mind. Kidnapper, rapist, two-faced bastard, captor, an antagonist, creep, etc etc.

You go with the one that you know won’t have you thrown back into the cellar for the week. “My soulmate!” You moan out as he pushes you over the edge and keep thrusting his fingers in your twitching pussy as it spasms and clenched around the intruding digits.

“That’s right, Princess. Only your soulmate can make you feel this good, only I can make this pussy feel good.” He whispers into your ear and pulls his fingers out from you with a lewd squelch, causing you to cringe as you pant and feel minor tremors travel through your body as it recovers. “How about I go get dinner started while you get cleaned up. How’s that sound sweetheart?” He nuzzled against your neck before giving your lips a quick peck and getting up from your spent body, cleaning his fingers off with his mouth as he leaves the room.

Shameful tears build in the corner of your eyes before you angrily wipe them away before they can fall and curl into yourself.

Dull, tired purple eyes stare at the security footage as the two figures part ways. “Where the hell did you go, Kitten?” Speeding up the footage, he watches the criminal known as Dabi as he barely moves from his spot until the morning sunlight starts to show. Curious, he checks any other angles of Deku’s agency to see if the young woman had slipped out through another doorway, only to come up empty handed. Well…somewhat.

The only strange thing he had spotted was the green haired pro carrying a bundle of fabric out to his car. There were no discernible features or movements from the bundle, and to anyone else it would have been written off as just some clothes the pro hero had kept at the office. To Shinso however, something just seemed off to him. Looks like he’ll have to pay a certain arsonist a visit.

Part 2

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Invisible Roommate | Epilogue

🌑pairing | Felix x yandere Bang Chan 🌘genre | dark romance 🌗word count | 1.7k 🌖includes | police corruption, mentions of death and suicide, trauma, obsession, unrequited feelings

🌕blurb | “You did nothing wrong, Lixie. If you hadn’t stopped them…” Chan trailed off, pulling Felix closer. He didn’t like to think about what-if’s. “It doesn’t matter how you stopped them; what matters is that hyung can still protect you.”

👾warning | This fic contains unhealthy mentalities and relationship dynamics that are never rectified. There is no redemption arc; there are no heroes. Please read responsibly.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Epilogue

Chan felt less like police personnel and more like a maid as he swept through the apartment. He pocketed the bottle of sleeping pills from the kitchen counter, wiped down fingerprints from every square inch, and rearranged the bedroom closet so it wasn’t obvious someone had camped out in one of the dark corners for weeks on end.

Only once he was satisfied every last trace of Felix had been erased from the rest of the apartment did Chan poke his head into the bathroom. “About done in here?”

The small space was crowded. Changbin sat on the edge of the tub and supervised Jeongin. “Yeah, the rookie’s almost got it all wiped down,” Changbin drawled as he stretched his arms over his head. He stared down at the body sprawled across the floor, giving it his full attention while Jeongin pointedly ignored it. “Felix really fucked up this time,” Changbin muttered.

“This is your fuck up too,” Chan snapped from where he was leaning against the bathroom door. “You knew damn well that call yesterday was about Felix. But you didn’t bother letting me know until after there’s a body to clean up.”

Changbin straightened his shoulders and pulled himself up to his full height. “Last I checked, Felix was your responsibility. Not mine.” He glared at Chan, and Chan glared back. After a tense minute, Changbin scoffed and dropped his eyes. “We all know how Felix is. He disappears for a bit, then we get a call, and that same night he comes crawling back to his favorite hyung. I thought this was gonna be the same deal again, so the call didn’t feel worth mentioning.” Changbin slouched forward with his elbows on his knees. “He’s never been violent before.”

“Yeah, but this isn’t the first body he’s responsible for either,” Jeongin grumbled a little too loudly under his breath.

Chan nearly snapped at the rookie but bit his tongue when Minho the medical examiner slipped past him into the bathroom. “Now, now. The other time was hardly Felix’s fault,” Minho tutted as he knelt down next to the body. “It can be tricky to get the dosage right for those sleeping pills. He didn’t mean for them to overdose.” Jeongin looked like he wanted to argue, but kept his lips pressed together in a thin line and went back to wiping down fingerprints from the bathroom sink.

After sliding on a pair of latex gloves, Minho gingerly cupped the corpse’s head and tilted it back. “And what’s the official story going to be this time?” he asked casually as he studied the bruising around the neck.

“Obviously the cause of death is suicide,” Chan huffed. He still hadn’t stepped over the bathroom threshold. “It doesn’t take a medical degree to look at those marks on their neck and know they hung themselves.”

Minho blinked twice and narrowed his sharp eyes at the clear finger imprints laced around the corpse’s neck. Then he looked back up at Chan. “Suicide by hanging, right,” Minho chuckled with a hollow grin.

The sound of rapid camera shutters just over Chan’s shoulder made him jump, much to the amusement of everyone in the bathroom. “I dunno. Looks an awful lot like strangulation to me.” Chan spun on his heel to find Seungmin clutching his high-end camera to his chest and his lips quirked in a smug expression that made Chan see nothing but red.

“Delete the picture. Now.” Chan took a step forward and swiped at the camera, but Seungmin danced out of his reach.

Seungmin collapsed on the couch, propping his feet up on the armrest. “Relax, it’s not like I’m gonna publish it in the article,” he said with a wave of his hand that did nothing to reassure Chan. “I’ll make sure this story doesn’t even reach the third page of Naver once it’s published online, let alone make headlines.” The camera rested on his chest as Seungmin stared up at the ceiling. “No one’s gonna care about another suicide in Seoul.”

Chan clenched his fists. “Delete the picture,” he repeated through clenched teeth. He took another threatening step toward the reporter, only to be stopped by Changbin’s heavy hand on his shoulder.

“Relax, it’s just Puppy,” Changbin said without realizing how Chan further tensed up the more everyone told him to relax. “You know he’s just playing around.” He steered Chan towards the kitchen where they could talk in relative privacy. “We’ve been covering for each other since grade school. Don’t you trust us by now?”

Chan snorted and shook off Changbin’s touch. “I trust you guys about as far as I can throw you.”

“I bet you could toss Puppy pretty dang far,” Changbin teased, poking Chan’s bicep to lighten the mood. His smile faltered when Chan stared back with a blank expression. “Look, we’ve pretty much got things covered here. Maybe you should go home; cool off.”

Chan shook his head. “I can’t afford to overlook anything.”

The two of them had been partners on the force for nearly three years at this point, and normally Changbin was content to step aside and let Chan take the lead. But now Changbin crossed his arms and it didn’t look like he would take ‘no’ for an answer. “I’m serious, Chan. I can handle this.” Chan frowned; deep down he knew Changbin wasn’t anywhere close to being incompetent despite what his carefree nature might suggest, but there was so much on the line

“But I promised Felix-“

“You already kept your promise,” Changbin interrupted. There was a gentle understanding in his eyes but a firm tone to his words. “Go home, Chan. I bet Felix needs you a hell of a lot more than we do right now.”

Chan bit his cheek as he thought it over. He seemed to slowly shrink in on himself as he gave in and let his tensed muscles relax. “Fine,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Make sure that photo gets deleted.”

Changbin gave a mock salute. “Don’t worry, I can handle the puppy reporter,” he said while pushing Chan out of the apartment.

All the lights were still off when Chan returned home. “Oi, Felix! I’m back early!” He waited for a reply, but only silence greeted him. Frowning, Chan kicked off his work shoes and tiptoed over to his bedroom. He peaked his head inside, squinting into the darkness. Felix had still been huddled under the covers when Chan left for the station that morning; now the sheets were tossed aside and the bed was empty.

A wave of panic reached its peak and threatened to drown Chan as he ran to check each room. There was no sign of Felix anywhere. “Shit, shit, shit.” He ran for the front door next, shoving his shoes back on and patting his pockets to find his keys before he stopped himself.

Chan doubled back to his room and opened the closet. Huddled in the corner behind a row of black hoodies was Felix, looking even smaller than he was with his knees pulled up to his chest. Chan let out a sigh of relief and squatted down, partially to be on Felix’s level and also to hide the way his legs were trembling.

“Whatcha doin’ back there?” No response. Felix didn’t acknowledge him at all and stared blankly at his feet. Chan grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him out of the closet, but Felix wrenched himself out of his grasp and somehow managed to huddle deeper behind the clothes.

Chan stood up with a groan and walked over to his bed. First he grabbed the pillows and chucked them into the closet, then he stripped off the covers and dragged them over to the closet as well. He dumped the bedding on the floor and kicked it all together in a haphazard makeshift nest before crawling into the center. It was surprisingly comfortable.

“C’mere,” Chan muttered as he yanked Felix into the nest of bedding. Felix whimpered and tried to squirm away, but Chan pinned him to his chest. “I was so worried about you,” he whispered into Felix’s hair. “Missed you every single day.”

It didn’t take long for Felix to stop resisting and instead cling tightly to Chan. “Sorry, hyung. ‘M sorry,” he whimpered, his voice muffled against Chan’s broad chest.

Soft kisses are scattered throughout Felix’s messy hair, kisses that Chan wished he could press to Felix’s lips instead. “Shh, everything’s okay now.”

“Nothing is okay!” Felix wailed, nearly choking on the words in between shallow breaths. Tears soaked through Chan’s shirt, but he only held the boy tighter and rubbed soothing circles against his back. “I really screwed up this time, hyung,” Felix sniffled once he trusted his voice again.

Chan shook his head. “No, you did the right thing by calling me for help.” Felix tried to offer up a weak protest, but Chan gently shushed him again. “You did nothing wrong, Lixie. Neither Changbin nor I were on duty last night to intercept if they’d managed to call the station again. If you hadn’t stopped them…” Chan trailed off, pulling Felix closer. He didn’t like to think about what-if’s. “It doesn’t matter how you stopped them; what matters is that hyung can still protect you.”

He'd meant to comfort Felix with his words, but instead Felix broke down in tears, clutching painfully at Chan’s shoulders as he sobbed. It hurt Chan’s heart to see him so broken. But, hidden deep inside, there was also a part of him that enjoyed having Felix rely solely on him again; just like when they were kids.

“I really thought,” Felix hiccuped in between sobs, “they’d be the first to love me back.”

Chan held the back of Felix’s head and pressed the boy’s face against his shoulder to make sure Felix didn’t glimpse the way his lips curled in disdain. For a split second, he felt relieved that Felix’s latest obsession ended the way it did. At least their death was far simpler than anything Chan would have done if they’d tried to take Felix away from him for good.

“It’s alright, Felix,” Chan whispered, pressing another kiss to his forehead. “Hyung will always love you.”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Epilogue

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PAIRINGS: Father! Yandere! Enji Todoroki x Daughter! Reader

CW: yandere, incest, soulmate AU, fluff, slight angst, nsfw, kissing, praise kink, virginity kink, size kink, bathroom sex

A BNHarem Collab!

AN: my longest piece to date! the prompt this month was sex work, so i decided to stretch the prompt and do sexual slavery. wanted to go for a softer version of daddy endeavor, so please enjoy <3

5.2k words

The mark on his wrist was one that was shared with yours. Enji had given up on finding his soulmate, deciding that his career and legacy were far more important than some silly marking on another’s body. Love was something he thought he could go without. But when he saw your bright eyes gaze up at him, your chubby hand wrapped around his index finger, his heart had fallen hard—such a sweet, gentle thing. No traces of fear, of disdain, of disgust for him as a human being. Just pure curiosity and unconditional love. His heart leaped for his little girl.

Enji was determined, then and there, that he would never fail you, not like he forgot the others.

Oh, what plans he had for you, his precious princess. He couldn’t wait to spoil you, to marry you and start a new family once you were old enough. Rei realized this as well. Her youngest daughter, her last hope at salvaging her broken family, was to be had by her husband. The thought frightened her, especially after seeing the adoring look in her husband's eyes when she saw him cradle you for the first time. It was so unlike the stoic nature he held for the other children when they were born, only caring to see that they were healthy before leaving off back to his agency, never giving them more than a fleeting touch. It was nothing like when he held you, snarling at any nurse who dared to take his soulmate from the grips of his arms.

Something that had Enji’s conviction more so than his career was something to be feared. Your mother swore to herself that she would not let her husband ruin you.

Once he fell asleep with you tucked in the crook of his arm, a social worker came and collected you to be sent to a foster home and be set up for adoption. It was better than falling into the hands of the monster of a husband.

After the death of Touya, the pair decided to have one more child in hopes of fixing their broken family, but Rei now knew it was for naught. Nothing could save them know, especially now that Enji had nearly burned the building down when he discovered that his little girl was gone, just hours after he had finally found you.

Rei alerted the commission as well for your protection, that utter bitch of a woman. They very well couldn't have the number two hero caught in an incestuous bond with his daughter, now could they. All information of your whereabouts was hidden from him, blacklisting him from working with any foster children, lest he loses his hero license. Enji may have lost you for the time being, but his patience grew as he did. They couldn't keep him from you forever. You'd be reunited one day; he knows it.

The first time he saw you again was when you were fifteen. It was your birthday and the day he had become the number one hero officially, plenty of reason to celebrate. Usually, he would have taken the time to sit near the rose bush he planted in your honor in his courtyard on your birthday, renewing his vows to find and love you to the best of his ability. Enji took great pride in keeping your memory alive with the bush for his beautiful little rose gone too soon from his grasp. But there you were, mere meters from him.

The foster home you stayed at took you out for dinner when he was meeting with Hawks after the billboard awards. Your eyes were unmistakable, a perfect cerulean just like his own. He was so close, yet so far. My, how you had grown since he saw you. Unlike him, you bore your mark proudly on your wrist, not ashamed to admit to the world who your soulmate was. Not like you actually knew who it was anyway.

Enji was prepared to leave Hawks at the table; a new flame lit under his ass, one far more exhilarating than the thought of being the number one hero. He was up and on his way to speak to you before Nomu attacked him. Damn villains, they'd pay for separating the two of you once again. But his conviction only grew stronger. It wasn’t hard to find you after that; he knew what city you were living in. Instincts lashed out at him, demanding that he go sweep you up and hide you away. No, no. That would make you frightened; he can't have that. He’ll watch from the sidelines, waiting until you were of age to make a move. He was curious to see just how life as a foster child was treating you.

Growing up in the foster system had been a nightmare from hell for you. A cursed child is what they saw you as when your skin sprouted flames every time it was touched by the human hand, burning everything and everyone who came in contact with it. From the moment your quirk manifested, you were an outcast, an untouchable, unlovable freak. Someone destined never to feel the touch of their new parents, their lover, their soulmate.

It wasn't long before you realized that you would remain in the foster system until you aged out. Who would adopt a child they couldn't hug when they cried, hold their hand when they crossed the street, snuggle up to when it was chilly outside? Any potential parent was taken aback by your quirk once you reached for the warm touch of mommy and daddy, only to singe their hand or burn a hole in their shirt.

You learned quickly that your touch was something to be feared, that you were something to be feared. You supposed that’s why you looked up to him so much. So much so that you thought about him late at night when the loneliness seemed to drown you in the sea of your insecurities.

Endeavor was the only one who could understand you, understand your quirk. If only your soulmate mark could match him, maybe you feel the warmth of another human being without hurting or mauling them with your power. Abrasive he may be with the media, but there something about him that was so comforting and endearing to you. In your eyes, he was simply misunderstood, a gentle giant amongst the mass personalities of the other pro heroes.

Watching his interviews brought you comfort when you were lonely, his merchandise made you swell with pride and confidence, and his posters on the wall reminded you that you were never alone. It was a silly crush, but it made you feel better about your miserable life.

You even got to see him on your birthday! Well, not exactly. You happened to be in the same restaurant when your foster parents took you out for your birthday. It was apparent that they just felt bad for you, having looked after you for 15 years only to still have custody of your sorry ass. You were almost certain that they were going to kick you to the curb the morning of your 18th birthday.

Too bad they never had the chance. That fate would have been much kinder than the reality you faced now.

Once the Paranormal Liberation Front had effectively ripped society up by the roots and let the tree of life rot for the world to see, your foster parents packed their shit and left the country while you were at school. You’d been alone in the world ever since and were snatched off the streets, ready to be sold into slavery by the villains of the world. Your quirk was the only thing keeping you from being bought like a bitch from the auction floor.

Enji, on the other hand, was more than eager to do just that. After his public smear campaign by his allegedly dead son, he was dead to the world, finally abandoning his family for good in hopes of finding his beloved daughter. His life was dedicated to searching for you, having managed to track you down through his vigilante work. He likes to lie to himself and say that he’s continuing to fight for the greater good, but Enji does it just to have the chance to see your sweet face again. There wasn’t much to go off of, but he’d rather see his fiery end than to give up. That's how he found you at the auction.

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Another auction night was approaching, which meant another night of humiliation and being displayed like a slab of meat for a crowd of degenerate wolves. Your quirk was the only thing keeping you from being sold; no one wants a fucktoy they can’t touch. It reduced you to physical labor for your captors, but you were better fed because of it. That didn’t mean they still didn’t try to sell you.

After being stripped down into nothing but a collar, leash, and a muzzle, you were brought to the stage and shoved in front of the ravenous, roaring crowd. You could feel their stares seep into your bones, the grime from the floor on your bare feet only adding to the overwhelming sensation of disgust you couldn’t even begin to describe.

The crowd’s excitement was raucous, jeers and shouts echoing off the halls of the underground auditorium. Masks covered their faces for the sake of privacy lest a vigilante break-in and hunt them all down. Even in the lawlessness of the world, heroes were still crawling everywhere to trail after even the slightest scent of villainy. Doesn't mean they’ll win, but hey, the death of a hero is just the same as the auction was to them.

“Up next, a darling girl with a fiery quirk!”

That was your cue. A handler had a fierce grip on your leash, giving it a few tugs for good measure as the crowd laughed at your stumbling. The auctioneer began to list your qualities and physical attributes, including your quirk.

“And she’s a virgin!”

Added for good measure, the crowd fell silent after listening to the abilities of your quirk. You couldn't hate it anymore; it's what was keeping you from being someone’s onahole until the day you kicked the bucket.

“Can I get $10,000?”

Ah the starting bid. The silence was relieving. Just a few more moments and you'd be off that damn stage.

“No? Going once, going twice, going-”

“One million.”

A booming voice came from the back row, the depths of the shadows to further hide the masked man who just bought your life. Why did it sound so familiar?

“Outstanding! One million dollars for the young lady!”

“Going once.”

It couldn't be.

“Going twice.”

This can't be happening.

“Sold for one million!”

No!

You were supposed to be unwanted, just like you have been your entire life! Yet some mysteriously familiar man outbid the entire auction for little ol’ you.

“Off the stage, bitch.”

The handler snarled, yanking you off the stage and causing you the fall and bruise yourself in the process.

“Watch it!” He spat, picking you up by the roots of your hair. “The merchandise needs to be handled carefully before reaching the customer. Let's hope he doesn't mind some bumps and bruises. For your sake.”

“That won't be necessary; I'll be taking her as is. Immediately, if you will.”

The mysterious man stood had already made his way backstage and behind you, standing formidably over your stark form. Your hair was released, dropping you back to the floor.

“Excellent, sir! I’m more than happy to get this welp off my hands.”

A brief exchange was made while you recovered on the floor, shaking in fear as the situation weighed heavily on your already broken self. The handler took the money and returned to the back room, leaving the two of you alone together.

The stranger crouched down to you and extended a hand to brush the stray hair out of your face, touch remaining tender and gentle when you flinched harshly.

“My poor girl, what has the world done to you?”

His coat enveloped your body as he scooped you up in his arms. The scent of him comforted you more than you would have liked to admit. Teakwood and coffee grounds filled your senses as he held you flush against his chest, leaving the auction house with a renewed sense of vigor.

You were placed in the backseat of a car before he dressed you in simple pajamas.

“Rest. You deserve it.”

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At some point in the car ride, you let yourself fall asleep only to wake up in a cozy king-size bed wrapped up in a soft blanket next to a warm fireplace. The false sense of comfort lulled you for a few moments before your situation hit you like a ton of bricks. The anxiety you'd had known your whole life had finally kicked back into gear, forcing you out of bed and into the rest of the house.

It was daybreak, the sunlight slowly trickling in through heavily curtained windows as you walked through the halls and into the kitchen. The man was standing over the stove, sans mask, dressed in a wife-beater and his pajama bottoms. It couldn't be-

“Come in; breakfast will be on the table in a moment.”

Now you were certain.

“Who are you?” Your voice barely above a whisper. “Why did you buy me at the auction?”

A deep, rumbling chuckle flowed from the man.

“I think you know the answer to that, little one.”

His focus was retained on the meal in front of him. “I’ll explain myself over breakfast. Now sit.”

You couldn't help but feel compelled to obey him. While sitting, you took the time to honestly look him over for the first time in your life. Never did you think you would be so close to your childhood crush in such a domestic setting.

He had noticeably greyed but still possessed a majority of his red hair. Muscles were still taught and budging, but he had grown a little bit of a belly. Endeavor was as handsome as ever, aged like a fine wine that you couldn't wait to sip on.

The food was placed in front of you as he took the test next to you.

“Eat and have some water. Then we’ll talk.”

Once again, you obeyed him without question and refrained from eating like a rabid animal. It wasn't even a question, so much so that it is evident that you hadn't had a decent meal in a long time. You were still muscular from the labor you did for your handlers, though.

And Enji liked that about you. How resilient you were, he loved that you inherited his strength but still possessed Rei’s gentle nature. Not that he wanted to credit that woman for anything, but he couldn't deny the obvious. You were his strong, beautiful little girl who had to endure so much because his bitch of a wife decided to separate you from him.

But he was here now, ready to give all his love and protection to his only love. It took everything in his power not to swoop you up from your seat and hold you in his arms until his last breath.

Enji watched you eat, pride swelling in his chest at the thought that you liked his cooking. He couldn't help but wonder what your favorite meals were as well. There's certainly all the time in the world to get to know his little girl now that he had you. And he was never going to let you go.

Your breakfast was devoured quickly, both out of desperation for a real meal and answers to your questions.

“Why did you buy me from the auction?”

It was a complicated question, but you wanted a simple answer.

“I’m your soulmate.” His wrist was on display as he reached across the table to hold your hand.

For the first time in your life, you felt safe. Your one, shining hope was meant to yours and he wanted to be yours. You didn't even question how he knew at all.

His touch was warm and slightly rough, but it was welcome all the same. Even though your skin was lit aflame at his flesh against your, he paid it no mind. He was built to take your quirk, to take you.

“Endeavor…”

“Please, call me Enji.” His thumb rubbed over the palm of your hand. “I’m sure you feel better after having something to eat.”

“Why don't you go take a bath? It’ll help you relax, I can take care of your dishes.”

It was strange how insistent he was on taking care of you, but you can't say you don't enjoy the attention. He seemed to care for you in a way that went beyond caring for a partner, or in your case, a soulmate. But who were you to judge? It wasn't like you had a lot of experiences to use as a comparison.

Making your way back to the bedroom, you took the time to study the house you were in. A traditional, well-kept home, it practically looked like it was untouched. And maybe it was; buildings and homes fully intact were hard to come by these days, let alone ones that were clean and warm.

Enji seemed to lull you into an instinctual sense of safety, even though he bought you out of slavery. Just because he was your soulmate didn't mean that he had good intentions for you, but somehow, his presence alone filled a void in your heart that you had forgotten was even there.

Once you made it to the bathroom connected to the master bedroom, you drew yourself a bath just like Enji had instructed you to do. It wasn't the wisest decision to let your guard down like this, but the man already had plenty of opportunities to fuck you up by this point.

The water was warm and inviting when you sank yourself into it; you couldn't remember the last time you had warm water to clean yourself with. It made you feel light and hazy, slipping into a headspace you had long forgotten—a place of safety and comfort.

Three raps on the door pulled you from your haze as Enji entered the bathroom with fresh towels. Despite the fact that he had already seen you naked, the intimacy of the situation only left you feeling more vulnerable than ever.

“Let me help you.”

He kneeled next to you outside of the tub and pulled a lavender chamomile shampoo from the tub’s shelf. There was room to protest, but you couldn't find yourself willing to do so.

Water was poured over your head before he started a lather in your hair, gently scrubbing your scalp for a while. Even this simple touch made you shudder, it was a long time since you last felt the warmth of someone’s touch. And everything about this man was warm, for you at least. His words, his touch, his heart.

Conditioner was added to your hair as well before he moved onto washing your body. The scrub was gentle across your skin, his hand following after it to help keep the suds from rising too much. Strong hands massaged your back and your neck, both of which needed the much-deserved relief.

“So tense.” He murmured, mostly to himself.

There was a comfortable silence shared between the two of you as he massaged out all the knots and kinks that had built up over the years with your handlers. His touch should have made you flinch but you found yourself pressing into it. A small moan escaped your lips as he worked through a particularly tender spot on your neck.

“Are you enjoying this?”

His lips ghosted your ear as warm breath tickled your cheek and neck.

Your face flushed with a fiery warmth from a combination of the steam, your embarrassment, and the man whispering sweet nothings in your ear as his hands worked at your tired skin.

“Let me help you relax, sweet thing.”

Enji picked you up momentarily to slot himself behind you in the tub. Placed on his lap, you gasped when you could feel his erection hard against your back. Fear started to trickle into your veins as you squirmed slightly, attempting to get out of his grasp.

“Shhh, it's alright, you're okay.” His hand made its way to your throat and rested there gently, stroking over your artery with his thumb. “I’m not going to hurt you, sweetheart. Let me show you how much I've missed you.”

His touch made you feel alive, feel wanted for the first time in your life. You couldn't help but whine when his other hand made its way down your body, gently groping your breast as his lips were pressed to your ear.

“Do you trust me to take care of you?”

His fingers toyed with your nipples, obviously skilled.

“Do you trust me to make the sweetest love to you?”

Another whine caught in your throat as his hand went further, cupping your sex in his much larger hand. He kneaded gently, pressing a soft kiss to your temple when you writhed in his grip.

“Please! Enji-”

Shushing you gently, Enji’s thumb made its way to your clit to stroke in small circles.

“How does that feel, sweetheart?”

You were used to touching yourself, but oh God it never felt like this.

“Good!” You managed to choke out in a wanton moan. “So good! Enji, please, I need-”

A warm pair of lips sealed over yours, silencing you once again. Enji knew how wrong this was, to take advantage of you like this without revealing the truth. But he wanted at least to just once to have you in his arms willingly and eagerly. He wanted to kiss you breathless, listen to your cries and feel your nails dig into his skin as he gave you all of himself without a fight from you. He can worry about revealing himself to you later.

The rough pads of his large fingers started to apply pressure to your clit as his middle finger slipped into your tight hole under the water.

“Don't worry, little one. I'll give you what you need.”

Soft kisses were trailed along your cheek and hand that was on his that was still holding your throat tenderly. Finger pumping in and out of you, Enji whispered sweet praises to you as he felt your hole clench around him.

“Doing so well for me, sweetheart.”

Your breathy moans and whines only served to harden his cock. He felt like a teenager all over again, closing to cumming just from the sound of your voice.

Another finger slipped into your tight core, careful not to overwhelm you too fast. It was obvious you'd hadn't been touched before, not even by yourself. You felt full but greedy for more of his touch.

“Deeper, Enji! Please, can you?”

You were babbling at this point, writhing in his lap as he fingered you nice and slow with thick digits. Enji hummed as he pressed further into, curling his fingers into your G-spot.

Your cry was loud as he began to abuse your most sensitive spot, fully squirming in his arms as tears of pleasure breached your eyes. The sensation was too overpowering for you, making you thrash and arch in his arms.

“Shh, you're okay, sweetheart. You're okay; I'm right here.”

His fingers continued to stroke in a curled fashion, thumb still circling over your twitching clit. Enji kissed you again, deeper and more fierce as he began to fuck you earnestly with his fingers.

“Cum for me, darling.”

Squealing, you gripped his forearm and cried helplessly into his mouth. The build was slow and intense, allowing your orgasm to wash over you in waves of pleasure rather than a blinding, quick light.

“E-Enji!” You wailed. “Enji!”

You shook in his arms, holding onto the larger man for dear life as you experienced your first orgasm. It seemed like Enji knew your body better than you did.

No words were exchanged between the pair of you, but you could feel the tension of your desired hanging thick in the air. This man was going to take your virginity, here and now.

Enji removed his hand from your throat and between your legs in order to maneuver you to sit facing forward in his lap.

“Are you ready for me?”

His honesty made you flush even more. Biting your lip nervously, you hesitated to answer. Were you ready? It wasn’t like you had much of choice; the man could very well take you by force if he so chose to. But you felt safe in his arms, safe with him.

“Let me help you, my love.”

Warm, large hands gripped your backside as he held you steady above his cock. Your hand reached down to line yourself up with his throbbing sex, lowering yourself down on it slowly.

It burned in the best way, stretching you out fully as you pressed your forehead against his chin.

“Good girl, taking my cock so well, darling.”

A pitiful whine left your throat at the praise, hands gripping the forearms that held you in place.

“Can...Can you hold me?” You whimpered. “Please?”

Enji’s arms enveloped you and pulled you flush against his, tucking your head into the crook of his neck as you continued to lower yourself onto his cock. Your breath tickled his ears, making him groan lowly once he bottomed out inside of you.

“Such a sweet girl you are, taking all of me on your first try.”

Another whine responded for you as you ground your hips down on his.

“E-Enji.” You whimpered his name over and over again like a prayer. “Enji!”

“Be still, little one.” Hands back on your hips, holding you in place near the tip of his girthy length. “Let me take care of you.”

Hips in place, the man began to thrust up into you slowly, holding you tight as he stood up from the water. You only gripped and nuzzled yourself into him further, letting out sweet whines and whimpers into his ear while he thrust into you.

Your back was placed against the cool tile of the wall when he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. Even in this position, he was still at least another head taller than you.

“Look at me when I make love to you.”

Through wet eyelashes, you gazed up at his eyes and let your mouth hang open as he rolled his hips into yours. His eyes shut briefly when he moaned, hissing at the feeling of your wet cunt hugging his cock so well.

“You were made to take my cock, little one.”

Arms reached up to wrap around his neck as he thrust into you, taking his time to make his strokes slow and deep. His hips were flush against yours when you asked him, “Kiss me, please? I want all of you Enji.”

Your bold proclamation stunned him for a moment before yielding, placing a deep kiss and a hot tongue against your lips.

His thrusts became faster as he kissed you with more passion and vitality. For an old man, he certainly had his stamina up to par. Your fingers thread through his red and grey tresses, tugging him closer to you gently as you moaned shamelessly into his mouth.

The pleasure in your core was more intense, fiercer this time around as his thrusts became hard and fast. The sounds of both of your moans and skin slapping against skin echoed off the tiled bathroom walls as the both of you felt your orgasms coming.

“Enji, fuck!” You whined, beginning to squirt on his fast-paced cock. “I-I’m cumming; I’m cumming!”

“Cum for me, princess.”

With a choked sob, you creamed yourself all over his cock, which continued to pound into your hole before he groaned your name and came deep inside you.

Nothing but the sounds of the water sloshing and your labored breathing could be heard as you both came down from your highs.

After a moment of rest, Enji pulled out and wrapped you in a towel before laying you gently on the bed. A towel was wrapped around his own waist as he looked at you fondly, brushing stray hairs out of your eye sight as he sat next to you on the bed.

“I must ask, how did you end up at the auction site?”

What a loaded question, but the intimacy you two shared allowed for it.

“I was kidnapped off the streets after my parents abandoned me when the prison break happened.”

He sighed gruffly and took your hand in his.

“What utter fools, tossing aside a beautiful rose such as yourself.”

His thumb traced over your soulmate mark. You still had yet to know how he knew before ever meeting you.

“It's alright; I never considered them my family. I just wish I could have met mine, but at least I met my soulmate.”

A crinkled smile adorned his face.

“You've done more than meet them.”

What could that have meant?

“I’m your father and your soulmate, little one.”

A rock hit the pit of your stomach as you retracted your hand from his.

“That isn't a funny joke, I'm serious.”

“So am I.” His hand was quick to snatch your back. “What could I possibly gain from lying to you?”

“P-Prove it.”

“Our soulmate marks, I saw yours the moment you were born in the Hosu hospital before my wife separated us all those years ago. I can recite your birthday if you'd like me to, for good measure.”

Fuck, he really wasn't lying. A lump formed in your throat as tears sprung in your eyes.

“Why would you do this to me?” You whispered, barely even able to hear yourself.

“Because I love you. I love you so much, sweetheart. Ever since I saw you for the first time in the hospital, my entire life has changed because of you. All I ever wanted was you.”

Enji was quick to shush your cries, using his free hand to wipe your tears away.

“Will you forgive me for being selfish?”

The disgust and horror filled everyone of your senses, especially when you came to a realization that he was everything you've ever wanted.

What came out of your mouth next stunned the both of you.

“You can apologize by begging on your knees and cleaning me up with your tongue, Daddy.”

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Yan.Hawks- Attention

I'm getting back into writting and this idea popped into my head so idk enjoy (:

description: what if reader had a healing quirk? hcs.

tw: yandere, mentions of stalking/breaking and entering

• hawks didn't tend to get seriously hurt often, he was far too fast for anyone to ever get any real blows on him

• so imagine his annoyance when he was on patrol and got a little too close to a villain that seemed to be a small fry but ended up having a fire quirk

• let's just say the 'great hawks' wings shrunk three sizes that day

• most would be pretty upset over the serious burns that covered his back, and while they did sting, hawks seemed uncharicteristically okay with it as he flew (with what little feathers he had left) to his favorite place in the world...

your place

• as he stood outside your home, the same home he's broken into so many times, he pushed down his smile and made himself look as sad and pitible as possible as he knocked on your door

• when he hears your footsteps he feels his heartbeat pick up but he makes sure to let out a few fake groans of pain

• "oh my god! come on in!" you said steping aside the instant you saw your friend in such pain

• you two were always close and it isn't the first time he's come knocking on your door for your healing abilities, but it's usually due to minor injuries or simply him wanting his feathers to grow back faster

• you help him make his way to your couch, the same couch he's watched you sleep on from the building across the street, and sit him down, he does this all slowly, making sure the pain seems a lot worse than it is, the longer you dote on him the better

• "take your shirt off." you say not noticing the look in his eye that fades in a second when those words left you lips, it's not the first time you would see him shirtless, he's seen you shirtless...

• his jacket was long gone, having been burned in the fire. oh well he could buy a hundred more

• he does what you say and tosses his shirt on the floor. he makes an effort to flex a little and ruffle his little feathers but you don't notice

• you gasp as you now fully see the red burn marks that cover a fraction of his back

• you seat yourself behind him and he's forced to look ahead, what a shame, your quirk was so entertaining to watch

• he feels you lift your hands to a position hovering directly above the burns, then a light comes from your hands, it feels like cold water washing over him he couldn't help the shiver that went up his spine

• you two stayed like this for a while, it was taking a long time and at some point he turned on the tv. it was some cheesy sitcom, you weren't watching, you couldn't, you had to focus

• he loved this, having your undivided attention on him, even if he had to listen to you nag him afterwards about how he should "be careful" and "if you get hurt this badly again take your ass to a hospital" you didn't mean that, you both knew it. you would always welcome him into your home, and if you didn't he would still show up any way

• he couldn't help but start being a little clumsier out on patrol, he loves your attention

[macnevercries]

You're Mine

Warnings- stalker/yandere tendencies, somnophilia, fingering, male masturbation, penetration, dubcon/noncon, squirting, breeding kink, etc

WC- ~1.7k

This is for @ultimate-astridwriting ‘s  Watch It Creep collab!! (thank you for letting me participate ily)

Dabi had never been one for shopping, going out in public just to have people gawk and point at him was never very appealing. He didn’t need new clothes, there was no one he wanted to impress. Except you. When you went shopping, he couldn't help but love it.

Your constant late night trips became his favorite time of the week. Every time you get new clothes you would blast your music and try on all different outfits with the new pieces you had just bought. Dancing and singing in the mirror, feeling yourself up. Watching you strip and pull clothes snug over your curves over and over never failed to get his dick hard.

On goes a pink tank top and low rise skinny jeans. You take off your bra and brush your nipples over the shirt, looking in the mirror to see them peek through the thin fabric covering your chest. Off goes that outfit, your flawless tits on display, perked by the touch of your own hands. You bend over to pick up a dress to try on, the black thong you wear riding up your ass and giving Dabi an ideal view.

He has a chair pulled up right in front of his window, the perfect view down to your apartment, directly across and down one floor from his. The buildings in your area are packed tight, no more than 10 or 20 feet between the both of you. He takes a seat, spreading his legs and unbuttoning his jeans as he hears your music blast even louder through the thin walls and small expanse of grass that separates your buildings.

He wishes he had a teleportation quirk, that he could hold you in his arms instead of desperately attaching himself to your vulnerable moments. So innocent, you never pull your blinds closed. He often wonders how an angel like you could exist so close to him, in his neighborhood, in his world.

His cock slaps against his stomach, coming to life when he glances up, seeing you peeling off a tight dress. If only it were his hands, his everything pressed up against you, guiding you in your dance while you grind back onto him, hips rolling against his. His rough and scarred hands pump up and down his cock, spreading the minimal precum, the pain of the dry tug spurring him on.

When he glances up from his lap you're putting your pajamas back on, leaving your room to go get ready for bed. Not to worry, he has more material to get off to. His eyes search his room, looking over the various photographs of you hanging on his walls. He’s taken many over time, mostly just normal pictures of you in your apartment or around the neighborhood. But even the most average photos of you entranced him. How could they not, you were just so beautiful.

His eyes run over the photo taped to his wall on the right. He has it placed right next to his window so he can see it when you walk into a different room in the middle of your “session”. The photo depicts you licking dripping ice cream off of your glowing skin on a hot day. Your face is a mix of innocent and erotic, your arms squished together slightly, pushing your breasts up through your low cut shirt. To Dabi this photo is not only perfect because it was captured at the right moment, it’s perfect because it's you.

He tugs harder at his cock, spitting on it roughly and imagining you on your knees for him. How you would wrap your hand around it, cup his balls, swirl your tongue on the tip paying special attention to his piercings all while keeping your eyes glued on him. How he would grab a fistful of your hair and shove your nose to his hips, feeling the contractions of your gagging throat hugging him just right. He’s panting in seconds, making eye contact with the photo one more time before spilling into his hand. He gives a few more pumps, milking himself. He leans over to his desk, wiping his hand off on the matted washcloth that lies there just for this, the one that hasn't been washed in weeks.

When he stands, he sees you walk back into your room with only a small towel wrapped around your body and a face mask, relaxingly flopping onto your bed with your phone. The sight is almost enough to get him going again but he restrains himself, after all he would see you later tonight.

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Your door creaks, swinging open into your dark apartment. Dabi gets his lock picker from the door handle and shoves it in the pocket of his pants. He slips silently into your living room, he never stumbles, he knows your apartment like the back of his hand. How could he not when you're so obviously begging for him to come over? He has to listen to his baby’s needs.

Your room is down the hallway to the left, right across the bathroom and 14.6ft from your couch. Your room’s door is open, like always. He sits on the edge of your bed, the dip of his weight on the mattress making you roll slightly towards him. He reaches for your face, your skin so soft against his burnt hand. You stir slightly when he tucks your hair behind your ear and wipes the drool from your lip, but he knows you won't wake up, you never do.

Your blankets only cover one of your legs, you must have been too hot. But this is better for both of you because it gives Dabi a nice view of your night attire. Your legs bare, all the way up to your hips. Your unblemished skin begging to be marked by him. You always wear an oversized t-shirt, probably stolen from one of your many ex boyfriends. And only some nights do you wear panties. Dabi counts his luck as he slowly moves your sheets off of you, his breath taken away when he realizes tonight you aren't wearing any.

Your pussy glistens in the moonlight that filters in through your open window, you could never be bothered to buy curtains. Dabi can't resist the need to touch it, to touch you, to claim you. You were his, you just didn't know it yet.

His slender fingers slide through your folds, slightly pinching your clit to watch your pretty little hole twitch and clench at his touch. He slips one finger inside of you, it goes in easily with all of the slick that's gathered and begun to drip down to your thighs. You let out a small mewl when his finger curves to your g-spot, and he adds another for good measure. You never wake up though, you've always been a heavy sleeper.

But he needs you now, he wants you awake. So he kisses you gently, his mouth molding against yours with a softness he didn't know he was capable of. But soon need and lust take over. His soft kisses turn rough, teeth clashing and blood being drawn from your lip. You begin to wake up, he's causing too much commotion for you to stay asleep.

Your eyes blink open to meet his bright blue ones, panic beginning to set in your mind. You take a deep breath, preparing to scream for help but his hand is covering your mouth in an instant before you can even open it. He leans down to whisper in your ear with a gravelly tone.

“If you scream or make any noise, I’ll make sure you can never talk again”

His hand heats up just enough for you to know he’s not bluffing. All throughout his threats, his fingers never stop thrusting into you. Your tired mind is conflicted between fear and lust, you don't know which one to give in to. Your eyes widen and you nod, choosing to comply with him.

You let out a small moan, bucking your hips back against his hand. This causes the nastiest grin to spread across his face, his evil intent sparkling in his eyes.

“You're gonna be a good girl for me, yeah?”

You nod feverishly, your brain not thinking straight. Dabi lets out a low groan at your eagerness, palming himself through his jeans. He begins to unzip them, undressing both himself and you until your bare skin presses against his. The piercings on his cock sting your skin, so cold against your sex.

He kisses your neck, down to your chest and across your torso. “I'm gonna make you feel so good”

He aligns his cock with you, shoving in his entire length in one go. The wind gets knocked out of you, you're breathless as he begins to fuck you at an ungodly pace, never waiting for you to adjust. He murmurs sweet nothings into your ears, kissing you sweetly as if you were in love. Tears begin to fall down your cheek but he licks them away, he knows you want him.

He fucks you harder, curling his hips into yours. The piercings lining his cock drag against your walls so nicely, the previously cold metal beginning to warm up from your shared heat.

“I bet you like that, don't you slut? Prancing around in front of your window every day for me to see. You know what you do to me. Thats why we are where we are right now; me fucking your tight hole and you taking it like the good little bitch you are.”

You moan at his words, his cock bruising your cervix so nicely. His hand reaches down to your clit, rubbing fast and hard circles against your sensitive nub. Your entire body shakes, clear liquid squirting out of you all over him. You grip him like a vice, milking him with your orgasm. He moans loudly, spilling thick white ropes and fucking them into your womb.

“Yeah, you fucking take it, youre mine”

He slows down after a minute, pulling out only to shove his fingers back into your abused hole, keeping his cum safe inside of you.

“You better hold that, I’ll be back”

[sugarakis-p2]

Shigaraki's songbird ch2

art shared by Jaime Grant

You wouldn’t be on his radar if hadn’t stolen from him on a very bad day. When he kidnaps you he needs help, Kurogiri is super helpful, to keep you around but he puts up with it since you are such a sweet singer and screamer for him.

Sensei and Kurogiri are gone. Shigaraki needs to find a place to sleep for all of the LOV while making sure his darling is safe. He's slowly growing out of his gremlin phase.

Warning: Non/con yandere Shigaraki, fluff, lov being jerks, mild torture, threats and music.

@juuxo

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Shigaraki's little songbird was used to a low standard of living. But this was grim even for her.

When his Master was arrested, Shigaraki was worse before slowly getting better. Too damn slow, in her opinion. He forced her to share her prison with a bunch of total psychopaths. The house was shabby before, but these guys came in and thrashed the place.

"Hey, whaz yer name? Play something? This place is depressing. No, it's not! Best hideout ever!" The chaotic guy slurred to her drunk. She had already learned better than to ask what music exactly. She sighs and plays the entertainer on the rotting piano. Some know it as the ice cream truck song. That seemed to cheer him up, which was good because this one was always on the edge of a full-blown mental breakdown.

"Another!" he wept when others trickled back in. She sighs and plays another.

Aside from having one of the many weirdos crashing here at all times as her babysitter. They asked her to perform like a music monkey as a punishment. They try to take what she loves and warp it—jokes on them.

Dabi shows up out of the blue. He's not here often, but when he is, she hopes he makes a mistake like he did the first time and lets her escape.

The introduction was cold and quick when they first showed up.

"This is my songbird. Don't talk or look at her. Lock the door from the outside," Shigaraki growled, throwing a blanket over her. He tossed her some convenience store onigiri as he turned back to the group. She was confused as to what was going on. He never brought anyone here. Are these guys now living with her? 

Shigaraki never bothered to talk to her much. He spoke of nefarious plans to the group before dragging her to the only bedroom in the place. Calling it a bedroom is generous.

A few days later, Dabi shows up all swagger.

"Toga and Spinner are arguing," he announces to Shigaraki. Shigaraki snarls and gets up to check on it.

"Shiggy. I still want to talk about going out. I can earn some money for us. I'm so hungry, and I have been good," she begged before he left.

"Baby. I told you already. Your voice and body belong only to me. Don't worry. I will get you more food," he rasped. For a long moment, Dabi just stares at her in awkward silence.

"Do you have a name? I'm not calling you songbird," Dabi asked in his smoky voice. She jerked in surprise he was talking to her. She checked the door to ensure Shigaraki wasn't hidden in the shadows.

"Song," she says quickly. Dabi's eyebrows shoot up.

"Song, huh. So that's why he calls you his songbird. How cute," he says. When you don't respond, he chuckles, "Has you scared of him, doesn't he? What's your quirk? Is it a music quirk?"

She nodded and picked up her ukulele and played him over the rainbow.

"Weak quirk. No wonder he is terrorizing you. I have a soft spot for pathetic little birdies. So, I'll tell you what. If you can run out the front before I shut the door, you are free to go," he said with a cruel smirk. He was itching to slam the door on her face. 

He clearly didn't know about her real quirk. She wiped that smug look off his face as she kicked him in the balls before escaping. It didn't take her long to realize why there were bars on the windows of the rundown place before she arrived. The neighborhood was rough.

After robbing plenty of scumbags that thought she was an easy mark, she performed on the streets. The area five blocks away had good foot traffic with people looking to party. It was easy. Song normally liked earning with her music, but she was so hungry she turned to something she hated. Pickpocketing. 

Now that she thinks about it. She could have pickpocketed a key from anyone of those dirtbags back at the hideout. She thinks of this now as several shady characters start to surround her. They couldn't grab her here with all these people around. She had to think quickly before she finished singing.

"You know, I've seen a lot of what the world can do

And it's breaking my heart in two

'Cause I never want to see you, sad girl

Don't be a bad girl

But if you want to leave, take good care

Hope you make a lot of nice friends out there

But just remember there is a lot of bad everywhere

Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild world

It's hard to get by just upon a smile -♪"

When she finishes the last notes, she bows and thanks to the crowd. When the public dispersed, two of them tried to grab her. Using her quirk she went up the building. She couldn't go far, though, she was fast enough to avoid these clowns. It looked like she had disappeared. Song watched them from the fire escape.

"Dammit! I told you she was quick! She was right here," Dabi growled.

"He told us not to bother trying to grab her. She took her mini guitar and her change hat! He told us to give him a call when we found her," Spinner huffed.

"I'm calling Tomu-kun right now," Toga announced.

"Don't need to," Shigaraki rasped. He idly scratched his neck as he looked up and spotted her, "Little songbird. It is time to come home."

She looked down at them and shook her head.

"No way. Not without some rules. I need to be seen and heard. I don't feel that way living with you guys," Song states.

"Don't be a brat tonight," Shigaraki hissed. Touching the wall, she could see the decay crawl up towards her. She can't outrun it going up, blooming like a poisonous flower. She had to jump. Twisting her ankle falling in the arms of Spinner.

They had carried her back. Song handed over all her cash. The masked guy tenderly wrapped her ankle while Shigaraki went to buy supplies and over-the-counter painkillers. Song got up to hobble to bed. But not until Dabi grabbed her ankle.

"The boss gave me a dirty look and called me a fool under his breath. Things almost got heated. All because you are a little liar and tricked me. You are going to be Shigaraki's little music box. Making him happy while he turns your crank," he snarled and dug his thumb in. She screamed in excruciating pain that shit up her leg.

"My, that is a pretty singing voice. I think I like this tune. A piece of advice. Figure out a way to keep all of us in a good mood. You wasted our time looking for you," Dabi gave one hot last squeeze before leaving. She cried into the pillow until Shigaraki came back. Surprisingly, kind.

"Poor girl. I know it hurts. My little songbird broke her wing. It's ok. I will take care of you," he said, wrapping himself around her, "Sing that song you sang to those people. Wild world?" He asked, holding her close throughout the night and sleeping like a baby.

She ran her fingers through his greasy hair as he declared this was another one of his songs. Those are songs she can only sing for him. 

"There is nothing to eat. It's like I'm the only one working," Dabi griped.

"I can earn money. I was earning about thirteen thousand yen a night on that corner," She said when Shigaraki walked in behind him. She made a strangled little eep when he grabbed her and yanked her to her feet, dragging to to their room, and tossing her on the bed.

"I'm in a bad mood," he announces when he flops on the bed laying his head on her lap.

"Don't worry about a thing

'Cause every little thing gonna be all right

Singin': "Don't worry about a thing

'Cause every little thing gonna be all right-♫"

Song sang to him, stroking his hair. He must have washed it recently because it was soft and fluffy. He sighs, melting into her touch. The tension left his body.

"Sing me that one that makes me feel … sad and happy," he demands.

"You are my sunshine?" she asks. He nods. She never thought about the lyrics that deeply until she met him. His songbird was all about the rhythm and the beat. Her father had made her practice with a metronome for hours, day in and out. But when she thought about it, aside from its upbeat, the lyrics are about lost love.

When it comes to Shigaraki, the lyrics are meaningful because they affect his mood. He reaches in his coat and pulls out a cell phone. An indication that she had pleased him.

"I got you a present. Give your leader your cellphone," he orders. She eagerly hands him the phone. He has taken the sim out of it so she can use it as a music player. He synced it up, uploaded the music, and then decayed the phone.

She loves this. Song doesn't like thinking of the victims he picks up the phones from. But discovering new and intriguing music she wouldn't typically look for is fun. She giggled and bounced with delight while scrolling through a new playlist of Tom Petty remix folk music and Baby death metal. Things she didn't know existed until Shigaraki.

Crimson eyes studied her face. It could be the effects of her singing, but his heart flutters at her smile. He reaches out with the faintest touch with the back of his fingers on her cheek. She winces at his touch. His eyes are kind which surprises her.

"Don't try to manipulate the others. You have been punished enough. I will talk to them. Do you know why those songs are mine alone? Why I won't allow you to go out to earn money?" he asked.

Song sensing a trap, only shook her head and played dumb.

"Your voice is naturally beautiful and haunting. Like the tears of a ghost, they can be tears of joy or anguish, but one cannot deny the sound of tears. I get jealous and worried others will hear it and try to take you from me. Your voice plays through my head all day. I want more. It has been the only thing that eased my tortured soul," he said, running his thumb over her trembling lower lip.

"I think that is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me," her voice wobbling. She grabbed Shigaraki's face, aggressively forcing her lips on his. Her tongue grazed his bottom lip, and he parted his cracked lips. This was the first time she had kissed him. It was different than his. Her kisses are slow, demanding, and sensual.

Deciding he liked it. And let her take the lead. Ever since he took her, there had been a change drifting on the wind. She showed him silence and that words have power. That's a lesson only he gets to keep. He felt heated by her sweet mouth, her warm tongue playing with his. Her gentle flavor lingered on his tongue. He fell back, pulling her with him.

Song pulled away, panting, chest heaving, and flushed. Shigaraki wanted her to sing for him in a different way now. Long pale fingers started to work their way under her shirt. His shy little songbird wrapped her arms around her chest, squeezing her thighs together to hide her wetness from him.

"So cute," he grinned as he tugged at her clothes. She knows she will take them off if she wants to keep them intact. She did, ever so slowly. His throbbing cock twitched at the sexy sight of her pulling her shirt and bra over her head. Her breast bounced from being freed.

His heart pounds harder when her face has no obstruction of her pretty features. Her hair cascaded like a waterfall. The tussling of her hair made her look like a wild pony needing to be broken. She kicks off her converse sneakers. Standing to take off her skirt, he stops her with two fingers hooking in the front and pulling her to him.

Her arms are back over her chest. Her eyes are watching, and she is biting her lip. This is another first. Usually, it is because she is shy. Now it's to watch him pull her panties and skirt down. He kisses and looks up into her eyes. He feels like he can down in the pools of her eyes. He rubs his face back and forth on her mons pas, inhaling her scent. She squealed, trying to step away from him. He grabbed her ass.

"I'll stop teasing. You can keep your knee-high socks on. Come here, pretty little songbird," Shigaraki beckons. She straddles his lap while he quickly undresses. He is about to free his cock when a stray thought interfered.

"Do you like sex with me?" He asked. Her eyes widened. Song looked like a deer in headlights, too afraid to answer and too scared not to. She started to tremble and quickly hugged her, "Don't cry. You can be honest with me. I won't get mad. I want you to like it."

"Well…..You are normally pretty rough. But it mostly is because you have a huge monster cock, and it hurts," she said timidly. He almost laughed in her face until he saw she was not joking. A part of him felt giddy. She thought his dick was big and painful. He picked up his cell and looked up what to do about that.

"Lay down and wait for me," he instructed, leaving. There was a chorus of "ew," then an argument that he should buy his own bottle. Own bottle of what? She wondered, shivering in the darkening room. Gooseflesh broke out on her arms and breasts. The nights have been getting cold. She pulled on his hoodie while she waited for him.

He came back with a huge grin. Shigaraki's heart stopped when he saw her in his hoodie. He clutched at his chest and panted. Her eyes widened, intimidated. She started to take off the hoodie.

"No! don't you dare," he pants. His blood feels like it is thrumming with need. The sound of his zipper coming down was loud in the silent room. His cock springs free, hard as a rock, as he pours lube over his length. Stroking his length to coat himself fully. She gasped because he had always been too quick to shove himself in. She never saw it until now.

He is as thick as a coke bottle. It's too heavy to point straight or up. She is shocked that he fits in her. No wonder she felt stretched and sore. It could be because he lost weight, but his member looked too thick, especially in contrast to his extremely toned abs and slim waist. She watched as his abs strained and flexed with each stroke.

"Spread your legs," he said gently.

He's fast as he places himself between her legs. Wide-open and ready for him. She is already wet, but he still pours more on her folds. His cock feels like it's burning with desire when he rubs his member over her tender bud. She moans her knees jerk with each glide over her clit. Shivers of pleasure travel up her spine.

"Do you like that?" he asks, jerking his hips and little faster when she nods yes. Lewd wet sounds of flesh rubbing mingle with her sweets sounds.

"Please. Fuck me," she moaned.

He is trying to be kind but hearing that drives him wild. It was permission, and he will take it. He notches his cock to her little hole. Pushing himself in deeply all at once, past her tight entrance, sliding achingly along her slick walls. He feels like steel as the head of his cock kisses her cervix.

She yelps in perfect pitch as her bliss and pain mix. He was letting her adjust to him as the article recommended. A light scrape of nails on his back sent a shudder of pleasure up his spine. Whimpering and twitching in the cutest way. Pressing down, he embraces her, kissing her along her jaw.

"Kiss me like before," is his breathy command. She wraps her arms around his neck. She was plunging her tongue in for a deep passionate kiss. His hips begin to buck lightly. Picking up the pace with each breathy gasp, pumping into her with delicious even rhythm. She was getting too hot. He helped pull off his hoodie. It should smell like her now anyway.

Her nipples harden as they brush his chest. Shigaraki loves the feel of her. Pulling away for air. He sees her pretty face, lips, and cheeks red with a high blush. Her eyes are growing dark and blown with bliss.

"You feel so good. Bend your knees and spread yourself a little wider for me," he requests.

She instantly does as he asks, writhing under him, jerking her hips to meet his cock with her greedy pussy. This was as good as the first time. No better. He has an epiphany. This is what sex is supposed to be like. He looks at her beyond lust in her eyes.

"What?" She asked, confused. Brow knitting him concern.

"Nothing," he moaned. Kissing his songbird more. He is not sure if he understood it himself. It was hard to concentrate on anything when her body sent tingles of pleasure through him. Got more excited by her sudden enthusiasm. Both groan in unison as he thrusts and grinds. Playing her body like his favorite instrument. Hard as a rock, watching her tits bounce, pressing down to capture a nipple in his greedy mouth,

"Fuck, you're so beautiful and perfect. You feel amazing, so god damn tight," he growls. Hips snapping faster, his balls taut, aching for release. 

"Ahhh…uh…ah," she gasped. Music to his ears. Her legs wrap and arms around him, nails digging in as he relentlessly pounds into drooling pussy. Her heels dug in his upper thighs. Beads of sweat form on his brow and back as heat spread over their body. He plunges into her core as his need builds. He is getting dizzy from the kissing. He loves the high feeling.

Each thrust created hitching gasps for air around his invading tongue. His girth slides along her silky walls, repeatedly hitting Song's sweet spot. It's pure euphoria as Song's pussy grips him. Doubling his stroke until she unravels on his perfect length. Feeling full when he bottoms out.

Arching up into him, she claws his flesh. He doesn't care as long as her body doesn't stop constricting and tightening on his dick.

She screams magnificently. Milking ecstasy from him with her pulsing walls. Her slick flesh is gripping him tighter than his fist. He snarls as the hardest orgasm he has ever felt in his life rips through him. Dipping in and out of her sweet cunt feverishly.

Nails dig into his muscular back as she writhes under him. Shivers of pleasure flow over both, crushing your pelvises together. A pathetic stifling whimper slips from her as his dick twitches and throbs, shooting hot cum in her. Her greedy cunt sucking all his cum straight from his tight sack.

Panting and trembling cock drunk. He smiles down, watching his songbird's chest jiggle with each shaky breath, feeling her toes curl against his skin. Heart thumping in his ears, sweat stinging his back from the new marks she left. He doesn't want to ever pull from her. He feels like she has melted into one with him. It felt right.

Shigaraki's cock softens, and he is starting to feel cold. As much as he wishes to stay, he must pull away. His load spilling from gaping hole, she whines, missing the feeling of fullness of his cock.

Pulling his songbird to his hot chest, holding her tight as he runs his fingers through her damp hair. He grabs a towel and wipes both of them off before pulling the blanket over them—a sweet husky tune dances to his ears as she sings him a lullaby.

"Birds singing in the sycamore tree

Dream a little dream of me

Say Nighty-night and kiss me

Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me

While I'm alone and blue as can be

Dream a little dream of me-♪"

He snuggles with her, kissing her shoulders, holding her tight.

"I promise I'll get you more food. My poor songbird has been roughing it for too long. Why were you homeless when we met? You have the voice of seraphim," He asked, drifting to sleep.

"My parents kicked me out when my quirk turned out to be speed based when they thought it would be music based. I didn't meet their expectations. It's impossible to pull yourself by your bootstraps. How can anyone when they are standing in the boots? Most times, what people need is real help and basic needs," she said cautiously. He nodded in understanding.

"If anyone other than my master helped me, I would not have the endless depth of hate eating away at my gut and flesh," he chuckled, touching his scares, "Your parents are stupid. You do have a music quirk. It's just based on rhythm and pace. You don't need one for your voice because it's already perfect." He yawned before drifting to sleep.

Silent tears streamed down her face. Shigaraki had given her a revelation. A guy who abused and held her prisoner understood her better than anyone else. He had made her feel safe, cared for, and good tonight. He is trying, which is more than she can say for anyone else in her life.

Sometimes all it takes is one night to fall in love.

[Writer's notes: I might have one more chapter in me but it will take a moment.]