#endeavor is overhated

[jacksonseymour13]

I hate the "It's the writer's fault" excuse used for why a character is badly written when yes that's automatic go to and default. Why does nobody EVER disect the reasons why the character actually sucks and pointing out the flaws or problems instead of simply dunking on the writer. Like yes great I despise Hori too for shafting my favorites and/or turning them into bums(Sero,Kaminari,Inasa and Best Jeanist)

But I just get tired of the repetitiveness in this fandom that we always kinda spin things in this sick twisted justification way by scapegoating Hori,Endeavor and AFO who I don't care for strongly at all. Just being the unbiased person I am, I notice a trend.

The fatigue posts of "Izuku/Shigaraki deserves better" while pointing out a few minor issues with their characters without expanding or explaining beyond that by bringing up Horishiki "durr bad writer hurt good character" they were never good to begin with! Like hello? Deku's story of wanting to be a hero as a kid only to give up not even midway or halfway through after finding out he's another quirkless nobody only to then jumpstart his story by ridicolously handing him the said quirk that he got by pure sheer convenience from the 1 guy he looks up that can be transferable. Great. Such a great character that was oh so badly misued by the bad writer.

To keep Shigaraki's short without going on a whole full essay and losing your interest. No AFO is not the sole factor of Shig's corruption and shouldn't be used as an excuse to shield away any criticism against the genocider lipless freak! "Oh but their random. Their fictional. Who cares???🤓" Idfk who cares. It's not like it's a fictional show that you watch and judge characters for their actions but oddly enough not hold them accountable when it calls for it. This fandom is sad, biased and drunk on favoritism with their favorites.

Actually call the characters out and stop dragging other shit to make them look good.

[unopenablebox]

how is it so fucking cold in my apartment

[themidnightcrimson]

good morning ࿏ wm

summary: in which you decide to get what you want first thing in the morning.

words: 3.9k

warnings: top!wanda, power bottom!reader, dubcon/noncon, breeding kink, cumstrap (r receiving), somno (r giving), blowjob on cumstrap (r giving), enhanced strap, brief choking, just imagining slutting top!wanda out like this woeidbsibfwioe its the power bottom in me

this fic is for 18+ only. minors dni. read with discretion.

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The room was cool and the bed warm by the time you woke up. Legs shifting smoothly under the crisp sheets, you could hear the faint chirp of a lone bird outside the window along with what sounded like a gentle spring morning rain shower.

Plat plat plat plat the rain softly tapped against the window and quietly onto the roof above you. It was a sleepy rain, an early morning rain whose clouds blocked the sun from glaring through your window. It made waking a little easier, a little more soft.

The other thing that made waking a peaceful experience was the warm body you were tangled up with. The soft, curled ends of light brown hair tickled your bare shoulder, and it was the first thing you saw in the dim room as you opened your eyes. Your head rose and fell slowly with Wanda’s steady breath. It was resting on her bare chest, the skin there hot against your ear. She always slept so hot.

Your legs were tangled with hers, your arm thrown across her torso. As you blinked your eyes awake, you tilted your head upwards to get an angle of her from below. The stretch of her jawbone, the mountain of her cheekbones just beyond it. Heavy eyelashes fluttered closed, deep pink lips pursed in her sleep. The crinkle between her eyebrows that was always there when she slept. She was starting to get a permanent wrinkle from it, and while she was embarrassed of it, you told her it was just the imprint of all the dreams she’d ever had right there in one wrinkle between her brows so she would never forget them. Wanda was always a deep dreamer, for better or worse.

The puffy comforter you shared rested right below her breasts, likely pushed down during her overheated sleep. Her hair was splayed over her chest, barely covering the peaks of her soft pink nipples. Her skin looked pale and soft under the dim gloomy morning light. You let your hand glide over the soft expanse of her tummy, fingers pressing into her flesh as you shift, waking up a little more. Letting out a silent yawn, you casually let your hand stroll further down beneath the blanket, being thrown off guard a little when your hand touches cool silicone between her legs.

It was Wanda’s new creation still left strapped around her hips via harness from last night’s endeavors. It took a lot of research and magical effort for Wanda to create her enchanted strap that functions like a biological part of her body. Using her magic, she enchanted the strap so that she can feel through it and cum through it. Let’s just say the first few tries once she perfected it could be described as very quick, hot, and wet on her end. It was the most mind-blowing feeling she had ever felt, being able to feel you inside. Even now, a few weeks later, she still warns you how sensitive it still is, which you could tell from the beginning because of how fast she came with you.

Wanda’s magic was very powerful—spontaneous creation. For that reason, she insisted on wearing a condom the first several times using the enchanted strap out of fear of accidental pregnancy, though you knew she secretly had a breeding kink. Finally, she stopped using condoms, but she still pulled out of you every time. It was hot, seeing her get so close to just doing it, to just letting go and planting her cum deep inside you. You could see it on her face every time. But every time, milliseconds before release, she pulls out and chooses to spill all over your tummy or back instead. Of course, that was also hot in its own right. But you desperately wanted her to cum inside. You weren’t sure if it was the risk or the ownership aspect of it, but you fucking needed it.

And you knew she wanted it too. She had a tendency to hold you down when she’s about to cum, almost as if she is about to force you to take her cum, which you willingly would take every single drop. You even told her in a heated moment of passion to cum inside you once, and she almost did accidentally. Hearing you say that made her orgasm immediately, and she had to frantically pull out right as she spurted all over your mound, making sounds you’d never heard her make.

And now, in the dim morning light with cozy rain coming from outside, and Wanda’s soft, warm sleeping body with her cock in your hand as you thought over all these times with the new magical piece, you wanted it.

But she was so pretty and peaceful in her sleep with her crinkled brow of dreams and her slowly rising and falling chest. You wouldn’t wake her.

Licking your lips, you shifted your body so that you hovered over her, taking great care in slinking down her body without moving the blankets or the bed too much. With the hem of the blanket resting at the back of your neck, you rested your elbows over her plush thighs, eyeing the strap that now sat right in front of your face.

Humming, you trail your fingers to the harness straps, fiddling with the fabric on her hips for a moment before you carefully let them trail to the base of her cock, taking it in your fist gently. Glancing back up to her, you saw the same image—her head resting on the pillow, turned to the side, sleeping peacefully like an angel. The warmth between your legs grew as you formulated the plan of your desires, licking your lips and coming closer to her strap.

You placed Wanda’s length in your mouth. It surprised you every time how big she was—an advantage she smugly gave herself when crafting her piece. Suctioning your lips, you began to swirl your tongue around the tip of the strap with a gentle but purposeful pressure.

It didn’t take long before your mouth ignited the spell within the strap, and her magic peered through the silicone in cracks that looked like molten lava in a crimson hue. That’s how you knew she was aroused now, and as you looked up at her again, she was still sleeping as peacefully as ever.

It took some practice for you to understand how to give your girlfriend a blowjob since it was your first time, but Wanda was patient and could get off with basically any touch you gave her with how sensitive the strap felt when she wore it anyways.

So you lowered your mouth further down on her strap that was warming up between your lips, keeping your hand on the base to keep it steady. Letting your other hand gently squeeze her thigh, you sucked her gently, wanting to make her feel good but not wanting to wake her up. It startled you when, as you took her entirety in your mouth so that the tip of her cock poked the back of your throat, Wanda’s legs twitched under you. It was only once and, looking up as you deepthroated her, you saw that the sleeping look on her face remained unchanged.

The depth with which you took her in your throat prompted tears to form in your eyes and saliva in your mouth. Sniffling, you kept taking her all the way in and then suctioning as you lifted your mouth from her, letting your tongue flick around her tip before deepthroating her again. You were slow and gentle, but she was hot and throbbing with magical arousal. You could even smell it on her now and, reaching down under the base where her slit was, you found that she was wet there, too.

Getting excited, you bobbed your head perhaps a little too hard, and she twitched again, this time letting her head sway to the other side. You paused, waiting for any sign of further movement or signs of being awake, but she was still deep asleep, the crease in her brow deeper now. You went back to sucking her off dutifully, and as wet sounds filled the air, Wanda moved again, this time arching her back. The movement sent her hips bucking up, which shoved her cock into your throat unexpectedly, causing you to choke on her girth.

Recovering, you continued carefully and watched as she twitched and squirmed in her sleep, somehow still staying deep asleep even as you could feel her throb faster. Her lips fell open at one point, soft gasps of air filling the quiet, dim room along with your wet sucking sounds. Her body heated up even more under your hands, and she started to buck her hips more.

Picking up your speed, you deepthroated her more and more, choking yourself on her strap while she grew even more restless. You knew she was seconds away from cumming, so you grabbed the base of her strap and sucked harder and faster. Finally, with a whispery, sleepy moan, and a more violent twitch of her hips, Wanda came in your mouth. You kept your mouth around her, feeling her warm cum gush at the back of your throat and ooze down it. You waited, letting her twitch and gasp and push out every last drop of cum before you finally swallowed it and took her out of your mouth. She was sweet to the taste with just a hint of metal, an interesting mix of her magic that reminded you of the taste of her real arousal.

There were many benefits to this magical creation of Wanda’s, one of many being that there was an unlimited supply.

Her cock now wet and shiny and slightly glowing, you carefully crawled back up her body and straddled her. She had almost immediately fallen back into utter stillness as soon as she came, except for her chest that was rising and falling much faster now. Biting your lip, you reached down and took her breasts into your hands, squeezing and letting your thumb roll over her nipples that were already rock hard for you. You could feel her cock, resting below your thigh, twitch and throb, basically vibrating with magic. All you could taste was her cum that coated the inside of your mouth, the taste still soaked into your tongue.

She just looked so pretty, even more relaxed now, having just helplessly cum in your mouth without even knowing it. Leaning down, you pressed a chaste kiss to her still lips before moving your mouth to her neck and pressing soft, wet kisses there. You let your hand grope her breasts for a moment before sliding it down and rubbing her tummy, lowering it further and further until you reached below yourself and took her strap in your hand again.

Still kissing her neck, and feeling her twitch once below you, you adjusted yourself over her cock and rubbed your throbbing, wet slit down her length, not letting it go inside. You remember the first time you did that, before she ever went inside you with the new strap, and she had prematurely came. She had been so embarrassed, taking off the cum-filled condom and tearing the strap off of her and getting up, but you’d found it so hot. You loved having this control over her. You loved knowing that you held this power over her, that you could make her cum so easily, that she desired you so much that she found it hard to even have any control. You wanted to tease her constantly, to degrade her and embarrass her by using her desire for you against her.

Wanda’s sleepy breaths hitched as you rubbed your warm, wet folds up and down her length, leaving a wet, sticky trail on the strap. She shifted under you, turning her head back to the other side. Her eyebrows creased deeper, her face contorting into a look of neediness as she subconsciously bucked her hips, pushing herself harder onto you. Chuckling, you gave her one last kiss on her neck before sitting up fully, unable to control yourself anymore. You wanted to get what you truly wanted out of her before she woke up.

Your breathing growing heavier, along with the rain pattering much harder on the window outside, you lined Wanda’s cock up with your entrance, letting it sit there pressed against it for a moment. You took a deep breath—her size still surprised you, and you still needed to relax and prepare yourself before taking her in. Thanks to the blowjob and how wet you were, there was enough lubrication for you to lower yourself down on her cock, feeling her slide right in and stretch your walls around her.

“Fuck,” you whispered as you stopped halfway, feeling a tinge of pain. Wanda shifted beneath you, which didn’t help, so you just took another deep breath and basically slammed yourself down on her, Wanda’s entire cock ramming deep inside you.

As if on cue, right as you let out a louder shriek than you meant to because of the way her cock hit your cervix, Wanda also let out a sleepy form of a moan, her head swaying to the side as her legs shifted under the blankets below you.

Placing your hands on her shoulders, you stayed still and felt her throb inside you as she squirmed, watching her eyes scroll side to side behind her eyelids. Biting your lip, you slowly lifted yourself off halfway before coming back down again, nearly seeing stars when she hit your deepest point again.

It was obvious that doing this wasn’t going to keep her asleep for much longer. She was still moving, eyelids fluttering, lips twitching as if trying to speak between her growing breaths. She was breathing faster now, redness blooming on her cheeks.

There was no point in being careful now. Grinding your teeth together, you rolled your hips, throwing your head back as she hit your sweet spot in your lower tummy. She was so big that her cock was basically all you could feel as you rode her, feeling pure pleasure bloom inside you as you anticipated the ending you were dreaming about.

“Mmmm-nnnn” Wanda murmured as she squirmed more beneath you, kicking at the sheets covering her feet and arching her back. “Ahhh…” She was starting to come to, being lured by your actions into an in-between state between sleeping and waking. She was arching her back off the bed and bucking her hips up into you, natural instinct to have more friction and be as close to you as possible coming through.

Power filled you as you stared down at the helpless witch, her cock lodged deep inside you, throbbing as you bounced on it. You bit the tip of your tongue and squeezed her shoulders, digging your nails into her skin as you rode her cock.

The feeling of your nails in Wanda’s skin was the one thing that brought her into awareness. Her eyelashes fluttered, mouth dropping open. Finally, her eyes opened fully, exposing those pretty irises that were usually green but were now a deep, sleepy crimson red from the magic she was subconsciously using.

A grin slashed across your own face, your tummy filled with excitement as you watched the look of confusion on Wanda’s once peaceful face. This was the second moment you were anticipating the most. Her eyebrows contorted in confusion as she stared up at you, her eyes blank with dumb sleepiness at first as her mouth let out heavy breaths. Then she blinked a few times, her eyes falling down over your body and to her own. She saw her cock, glistening with wet, appear halfway with every other bounce you made. She watched it appear as you lifted up, and then disappear again as you slapped yourself down on her lap.

Then she felt it. The tight, wet warmth. The squeezing of your walls around her. The more textured parts around your cervix, how much warmer and tighter you felt the deeper she was. Your lips smushed against the base of her cock when you had her fully inside. The ridges of your cunt massaging her length as you jerked up and down on her, the friction feeling like a white hot flame of pleasure with each stroke.

Her mouth fell open wider with a loud, startled moan, her hands immediately slapping onto your hips and holding them. “Baby!” she exclaimed in surprise, trying to blink the bleariness out of her eyes as you continued fucking yourself on her.

You giggled at her reaction, how she was confused but so turned on and so obviously overwhelmed by the feeling of you milking her cock as soon as she woke up, this being the very first thing her consciousness experienced this rainy morning. You felt her cock swell a little inside you, now that she was awake with her magic.

Her breathing turned into gasps, her eyes squeezing shut as she hissed through her teeth, her hips trembling as you slammed down onto them. “Fuck, baby, fuck, fuck,” she croaked, her voice sleepy and husky and burning hot in your ear.

“I always wanted to wake you up like this,” you whispered, scratching down her chest and over her nipples, causing her to let out the cutest little high-pitched whimper.

“Fuck,” was all she could whisper, holding your hips as they bounced up and down on her length.

You could see the sweat breaking on her forehead, the flush in her cheeks, the way her tummy tightened under your palm. She was getting close.

“D-Did you use prot-protection?” Wanda stammered, her brown hair starting to stick to her temples. She knew the answer. She could feel it, but she needed to ask anyway.

Chuckling, you let out a pornographic moan just to make her shudder and then said, “Nope.”

Wanda’s eyes widened a little in panic. She could already feel herself leaking a little, or maybe it was just your wetness, which was also dripping down her shaft and onto her thighs. Through the slight panic in your eye you could see the desperation, the idea she always dreams about sitting right there in her brain.

You purposefully clenched, and she bit her lip and threw her head back, her body lifting off the bed as she pushed herself into you. You gasped at the depth but used your strength to pin her hips back down to the bed.

“Baby,” she breathed, her eyes barely open. “Baby, get up.” Her voice grew breathy with quickness. “I’m gonna cum. Get up.” She slapped your hip a few times to make you get up, but you kept riding her.

“No,” you purred, leaning down closer to her face and smirking. “You can easily push me off if you want to.” You watched her, struggling to keep her eyes open, her body moving with your bouncing, look up at you with such a strong mix of horror and desire on her face. You waited, but she only continued to struggle beneath you, not making any effort to use her magic or strength to push you off. “So why don’t you?”

Wanda whined, throwing her head back and closing her eyes as if just looking at you was going to make her bust. Her nails dug into your hips as she trembled, looking like the pleasure was turning into pain as you continued to ride her. There was no way she would actively deny you. She could stop herself all she wanted when it was her in control, but if you were going to take it from her, she couldn’t not acquiesce.

“Baby, please,” she murmured through gritted teeth, tears forming in the corners of her eyes from the struggle to keep herself from cumming. You knew she could stop it if she wanted to—you didn’t have her physically wrangled, and even if you did, her magic could put an end to it immediately. “Please, get up, I can’t hold it.”

Grinning, you slam your hand over her throat, and she gasps, choking slightly as you squeeze her throat. “You’re so cute like this,” you whisper, “Begging me to stop. You’re the one who can’t control yourself.”

Tears were falling down her cheeks now. “Please, please,” she begged, her eyes squeezed shut. “Please, baby, I can’t—I can’t hold it—I’m gonna cum, fuck, please…”

“Do it. Give me all your cum,” you hiss, riding her harder to the point where the bedframe slams against the wall. Wanda, choking on the pressure of your hand around her throat, trembled and violently twitched below and inside you as she tried her hardest to hold it. But she was hot to the touch, and so were you, and your cunt felt so good squeezing around her cock, and you were taking complete advantage of her which she found to be so hot, and she hadn’t been able to stop dreaming about breeding you for weeks now, and it was all too much for her to even stop it.

“Fuck, baby, fuck, get off, I’m gonna… fuck, fuck fuck!”

Wanda’s nails dug into your hips as her words turned into incoherent babbles, her mouth falling wide open and her body lifting completely off the bed as she finally lost all control. You tried to watch her as long as you could, but your eyes fluttered closed when finally you felt her cock give one last hard twitch before loads of her burning hot cum went gushing deep inside you, splashing the wall of your cervix and filling your tummy all up.

The feeling made you cum, shivering on top of her and squeezing around her which only prolonged her orgasm even more. Wanda saw flashing images of you pregnant, which had been fueling what she thought was fear for weeks now, but she was learning just now that that fear was pure fetish. She tugged your hips down onto her and pushed herself as deep inside you as possible as she loaded you with her cum, surprising you with her strength as she kept you in a complete hold.

After a few moments, when she had filled you with all she had to give, which was a shocking amount this time because of how long she had held it, and you were limp against her chest, recovering from your own orgasm, Wanda finally relaxed, letting go of your hips and closing her eyes.

“Fuck,” she breathed, panting as sweat rolled down her tear-streaked face. You were quiet for a minute, relishing the feeling of a full tummy of Wanda’s cum, her cock throbbing gently in your cunt. You were so glad she’d enchanted that strap.

Finally, you hummed, looking up at her. She looked dazed and fuzzy-minded, her eyes hooded and cheeks blushing red from embarrassment. She sighed and grinned sheepishly, placing her hands over her face. You smirked. “That was a lot better than cumming on my tits, right?”

Wanda breathed. “Well, good morning to you, too.”

[dilfartist]

A foolish endeavor

Pairing; Yandere Miguel O’hara x reader

Synopsis; You manage to snag Miguel’s gizmo and escape to another universe. How long will it take before he, or the spider society, find you?

Word count; 2.8k

Reader description; Female/GN

TW; kidnapping, probably terrible spanish (i did use sources Spanish-speaking users suggested), non-con touching, yandere themes, dark writing.

Notes; {if i mistranslated any of the spanish please do contact me in my DMs. I wanted this fic to be better but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Did not proofread.}

Midnight coated New York in a dark blue hue. Most nights the city lights illuminate the darkness, providing the ability to see. However, the motel you find yourself ambling to is the more isolated part of the city.

Rain poured down heavily, producing cacophonous echoes of raindrops slamming against the concrete. Clad in a drenched hoodie and damp black yoga pants, you scurry to the other side of the street just in time to avoid being hit by the passing truck.

Cigarette smoke and frigid rain overwhelm your senses, mainly due to the cigarette buds scattered on the motel parking lot.

The motel is okay looking. By no means does it look nice, but it isn’t a hard no.

“Guess this is where I’ll sleep tonight,” you mumble to yourself. You take a brief glance at your surroundings. Night overcame the sky, giving the atmosphere a dark hue but the lights gave you a clear standpoint.

Numerous lights hummed irritatingly, not even a minute passed and you found yourself obtaining a headache. You navigate the main office, which is on the left side of the horseshoe-shaped building, and a blue neon sign points in the direction of the office. You started sauntering over, putting pep in your step when the cold rain declined heavier than it did the last five minutes.

Six months ago, you wouldn’t be having this problem. At least that’s what you believed. You could’ve been at your apartment, catching up on a show you’ve failed to complete thanks to your busy work schedule.

Unfortunately for you, doing a task as simple as watching your television, in your home, was truly impossible. Why? Because the earth you roam isn’t yours, to begin with. Your apartment isn’t yours. The job you work isn’t yours. You aren’t certain you even exist in this universe.

You can’t find the strength to complain. Honestly, you’re delighted to be away from the man who stole you away from society.

Miguel O’Hara.

Otherwise known as Spiderman 2099. You know, the superhero.

It must be confusing to hear that a superhero kidnaped a poor civilian. Superheros don’t normally commit unforgivable acts. Regardless, Miguel didn't care. Miguel is aware he is different from other heroes given his beliefs. Abducting you was just one of the many wrongs Miguel fulfilled.

You just wished you knew his motives at the beginning. If you did, you wouldn't have to search for sanctuary. You wouldn't have to lie low in a different universe.

Before Miguel, you lived a decent life that included a decent job. It was a Tuesday afternoon with sunny weather and clear skies. Your friends invited you to a picnic at the park and, for once having a clear schedule you agreed. You recall the sun beaming down on you, overheating your body to the point shade was a necessity. You moved from the picnic blanket to a nearby bent tree. One moment you're enjoying the shade, the next you're falling. Then something transpired. You jerked in the air, something white clinging to the front of your shirt. You felt your body floating in the air, legs thrashing in fear when your body conceded it was in mid-air.

You must have fainted because you have no recollection of what transpired next. What you do remember was watching through bleary eyes as four strangers hovered over you clearly disputing. Currently, you know them by Jessica Drew, Peter B. Parker, the iron spider, And Miguel O’Hara.

The accountability for your well-being somehow landed in the hands of Miguel. In the beginning, Miguel had such a short patience for you, not that he didn't possess an attitude with anyone else, he just happened to have a really short fuse with you.

His explosive temper with you was undeserving. You hardly gave him any reason to blow up. Your presence alone just pissed him off, at least it appeared so.

You avoided him as much as possible; Departing a room when he entered. Ensuring any errands were accomplished before he arrived home, so you didn't have to leave your room to aggravate him.

Then he began to seek you out; popping up wherever you were in his apartment. Alone watching television on the couch? Not anymore. Miguel joined you on the other side silently watching as well. Sitting silently in the dining room eating lunch? Miguel enters with a bowl of cereal, starting a conversation about the day’s news. Enjoy video games and decide to play by yourself? Miguel grabs a controller and questions the rules and certain controls.

For someone who was as snappy at you as a feral dog, he sure did like to invade your solitude.

By the second month of staying at Miguel’s, he found solace in your presence. He became relaxed. Nice even. And then by the fourth month, you became friends. You never visualized being anything other than friends, but unbeknownst to you, Miguel did.

When you first caught the news of Peter figuring out what universe you belonged to, you were ecstatic. After all, the mystery of your universe's number had been the sole reason for crashing with Miguel and not immediately returning home.

You turned to Miguel, asking when was the appropriate time to drop you off. To your astonishment, Miguel’s brows furrowed, and his lips morphed into a grimace, “you will not be returning.” he affirmed.

Miguel shocked not only you, but everyone witnessing the scene. A gauche silence conquered the atmosphere.

You and Miguel stared at each other for a beat, then you voiced your perplexity. “What do you mean “I will not be returning?” Miguel, I need to go home.” you took a step closer to Miguel.

Miguel gazed at you with an uninterested stare. “What I say goes, (Name). And I say you're staying here.” he spun around, returning to whatever he had been working on before. “We all have a busy schedule and dropping you off will only alter it.”

“It’s not worth it,” he said like he was ending the conversation.

“Okay, then Peter can take me home when he needs to drop off Mayday.” you insisted, looking over at Peter to see if he’d be alright with your plan.

No expression was needed for you to catch on to the attitude Miguel began to gain. “(Name), I won’t tell you twice. The answer is no. Now, Peter take her back to my apartment. We’ll speak about the matter later, at the moment there are more important issues happening.”

You found it laughable. To think the minute you stepped into the man's sight he wanted you gone, but now Miguel was fighting you to stay with him. Ironic, isn’t it?

That night you and Miguel, the very moment he came inside his apartment, quarreled for an hour in a half. Your argument being you did not belong to him and could do whatever you pleased. Miguel’s argument was the insignificance of the matter to him.

You detected Miguel’s temper was starting to get out of hand. The way his fists began to clench, the way his brows creased, and the frown deepened after every sentence he uttered. You’ve seen his strength. His fierceness. And you’d rather leave than have any of his tantrums directed at you. Doing what any rational person would do, you attempted to leave the room. You advised him to de-stress before speaking to you again.

Miguel was having none of it. Not even a second passed before you were yanked back by the forearm.

You’re face-to-face with Miguel. Miguel towered over you, looking down at you with his signature red piercing stare. He bends down, momentarily staring at you until he finally speaks. “I can't allow you to leave.” The way he talks is low and if the room weren't already quiet, you wouldn’t have heard him. “I love you,” he confessed, voice cracking, closing his eyes as if it pained him to say it. He opened his eyes again. “And I won't allow myself to lose any other person I care for.”

Pulling twenty dollars out of the torn-up wallet you found on the side of the road, you slide it forward on the mahogany brown table. The fatigued receptionist glances at the money, then gazes at you with an irked expression.

“This isn’t enough.” She states matter-of-factly. She slides the twenty back to you.

You purse your lips, staring down at the cash. Twenty dollars is all you had. What were you to do now? The next nearest motel could be miles away; it was a miracle you made it to this.

Your eyes flicker back to her. You take two fingers pushing it back to her, giving her your best puppy eyes. “Please! I don't have anywhere else to go tonight. If I can’t stay here I’ll have to sleep on the streets.”

You were lying. You would’ve taken off by dawn, needing to be on the move after getting rested.

Her hardened expression softens. She takes a deep breath, eyes studying the money. Shaking her head, she takes the cash. “One night only, alright?”

You propose to her a smile, nodding with gratitude. She allotted you a key. A small golden-greenish key, with the number five engraved on the head. Tonight you’d sleep on the grounded floor of the motel.

The inside was decently prepared, having a dingy tone that gave off a haunted vibe. You hum in displeasure. Two queen-sized mattresses are positioned on the right side of the wall. They appeared stiff, and the blankets laying upon them looked thinner than a sheet of paper.

Sighing, you softly booted the door shut. Flopping down on the nearest bed, you groan at the sensation of the rough mattress.

When tomorrow comes you’d have to find a fresh location. Miguel could continually find your locale, thanks to not only Lyla but the whole Spider society. Perhaps you postponed his search this time. His watch or gizmo- whatever the hell it was- rests on your wrist.

Shifting your head to the side, pulling your hand out of your pocket, you glance at the gizmo.

Tightly clutched in Miguel’s hold, you stare quietly at the ceiling. You debate acting on your next actions. There were times Miguel slept lightly, aroused by creaks in the floorboard. Other times when the sound of glass shattering did not bother him even a little.

Glancing down at the arm wrapped securely around your midriff, you endeavor to gradually lift his arm up. He unconsciously retaliates, arms consolidating, resulting in a small gasp slipping from your lips. You’re quick to rub his arm, to offer him comfort, and to calm him.

It works. Miguel grumbles, his grasp faulting. You carefully move his arm aside, then unhurriedly get up from the bed.

Before leaving the room you observe Miguel. Miguel sleeps soundly, an angry expression inscribed on his face. But he is asleep, so you take your chance while you are able.

Tiptoeing into the kitchen, you immediately spot the gizmo on the marble counter. Compared to the technology you have at home, it was top-notched, a huge improvement. Of course, he lived in the year 2099. Obviously, there would be a difference in technology.

You grabbed the gizmo, examining the complexity. From monitoring the spider people using them, you know it’ll take you wherever universe you request. Great. However, you weren’t a spider person. If you teleported in the middle of the air, you couldn't grapple on the closest object with a web. Or claw your way down a building

Fuck it.

If dying meant escaping him, then so be it.

You didn’t really mean that. Every time you went to teleport to a different universe, you cringed retreating your hand.

“Jesus! Alright, I'm doing this!” you softly berated yourself. Bracing for the impact of the possible fall you might face, you shut your eyes tight and twisted the gizmo. “Please be on the ground, Please be on the ground, Please be on the ground!” you cried.

How long would it take them to find you? How far could you get?

God, being on the run was stressful.

Your eyes flutter closed, plush pillows luling your tired mind. ‘I should get some sleep’ you thought. Warmth spread throughout your numbing body, as you finally permitted yourself to sleep.

When you awake gasping for air, almost as if you’d been suffocating. Instantly you arise, a hand rushing to your chest confirming it still thumped with a beating heart. Your skin is sticky with cold sweat, making your clothes uncomfortably cling to your body. “What the fuck?” you barely uttered, mouth arid.

Suddenly you had a gut feeling to check the window. You stand, groggily walking toward the large window adjacent to the front door. Pinching the hem of the curtain, you haul it aside.

The night is still pristine, the stars glowing in the dark sky. Nothing seems out of place. And yet you continue to have that gut feeling. Look outside, there’s something outside. Your eyes move to the parking lot.

You see it.

Blue and red. Something blue and red is making its way toward the motel. Squinting, you can make out what it is. Miguel. It's Miguel!

“Oh, shit!” you expressed, dropping the curtain. Wasting no time you locked the bottom and top locks. You veered around, frantically searching for a place to hide. You are no fool. Locking the door was simply a distraction; Miguel would tear the door off its hinges in a second.

Hiding underneath the bed is a childish strategy. That and hiding underneath the covers. Still, you drop to your knees, squeezing underneath the bed, using the blankets to cover any spaces revealing you. Pressing the palm of your hand against both your mouth and nose, you listen closely to everything around you.

At first, all you hear is the air conditioning blowing cool air, and the people next door’s baby weeping. Then you hear it. The doorknob oscillation. Your eyes widen, fear causing your breath to hitch. When the door refuses to open, the person behind the door commences kicking in the door. One kick achieves them access to the room. The door slams against the wall, shaking the ground, sending a vibration under you.

“¿Qué carajo?” you know that voice anywhere. It’s Miguel speaking in his native language. A habit Miguel has when he’s angered or stressed. “��Dónde está ella?” Miguel snaps, striding into the room with anger-powered steps.

You can see through the tiny slit in the blankets, Miguel turning to the table where you placed the gizmo. Miguel picks up the gizmo, putting it back on his wrist.

He shifts his concentration to finding you. He calls out your name, malice dripping from the way he shouts it. He disappears from sight, presumingly moving on to the bathroom. Many things are heard being tossed around. Miguel probably was looking for evidence of you staying here, apart from the gizmo.

You gather the courage to, oh, so carefully stretch your leg out, then proceed to quietly shuffle from under the bed. You waste no time, rushing out the door, feet bare without socks or shoes. The gravel burns the soles of your feet, scraping and imprinting on the skin.

You practically succeeded in leaving the lot until you caught a glimpse of what stalked behind you. On all fours, Miguel sprinted at you, claws scuffing the concrete, like a predator running after its prey.

“Holy shit! What the actual fuck!” you panic aloud, taking your eye off what was in front of you, your mind solely focusing on the man hunting you. Big mistake on your part. A concrete parking block is in your way, but you don’t see it. You jolt forward, tripping over the block, your other foot catching you before you hit the road.

Just when you thought you still had the chance of running away, you’re sorely mistaken. Miguel pounces on you, and the clash of your bodies colliding results in Miguel tumbling down the road, you secure in his arms.

The tumble ends; you’re struggling not to vomit, head resting on Miguel’s firm chest. The world spins. It’s easy to forget your position when the urge to throw up is fresh.

Miguel holds your head, pressing a myriad of kisses on every part of the skin visible, muttering with his eyes closed. “Gracias a Dios que estás bien.” He sounds so frantic, reciting those same words, his tongue stumbling over the utterances.

His eyelids raise, uncovering his red orbs. He presses his forehead against yours, staring deeply into your eyes. It’s a domestic stunt that makes your stomach churn. “Debería estar furioso contigo, pero no lo estoy.” he huffs, then continues, “I’m happy you’re alright. I don’t know what I'd do if I lost you, mi alma.”

Taking your hand, he places a soft kiss on the back. “Had an anomaly harmed you, I would have ripped their fucking throat out!”

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Translations

- “¿Qué carajo?”/ what the fuck?

- “¿Dónde está ella?”/ where is she?

- “Debería estar furioso contigo, pero no lo estoy.”/ I should be furious with you, but I'm not.

- “Gracias a Dios que estás bien.”/ thank god you’re okay.

- mi alma/ my soul

[captain-hawks]

aki hayakawa x f!reader

18+ only, semi-public sexual activities, brat!reader, brat tamer!aki, dirty talk, praise kink, fingering, squirting -> requested

“i hate having sex in the back of your car,” you grouse, fingers almost spiteful in their endeavor to make quick work of the remaining buttons on aki’s shirt. 

aki pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration, his free hand splayed across the width of your thigh as you straddle his lap. a fond feeling curls in your gut at his expression—but you’re not going to tell him that. 

“well, princess, i can’t exactly roll out the red carpet for you at my apartment when denji and power are freeloading like their lives depend on it.”

he leans forward and lifts his arms to help as you tug off his white button down, tossing it over your shoulder and onto the driver’s seat. 

“have you ever considered the concept of, perhaps, locking your bedroom door?”

aki pointedly sighs, swiftly tugging your own shirt over your head in one fluid movement—he’s too goddamn good at that. your bra follows suit, his nimble fingers almost faster than your own with the hooks. 

“that means absolutely nothing to either of them.”

leaning in, you drag your lips along his neck and murmur in a teasing tone. “oh, did another lucky girl get to experience that?”

not that you should care—

“no,” he groans, head falling against the back of the seat, two fingers sliding past the waistband of your skirt as he grips your hip. “of course not.”

you raise a brow. “so they tried to barge in while you were jerking—”

the rest of your words die on your lips, replaced by a moan that trembles across your tongue as aki slips his hand into your panties without warning. a slick bolt of pleasure trembles in your abdomen, nerves thrumming with anticipation as the heel of his palm drags across your swollen clit. he curls his fingers, letting the pads swipe through your wet folds to collect from the pool of arousal that’s been leaking out of you since he pinned you up against the car door. 

he stares at you pointedly, head tilted slightly to the side, a challenge dancing in his eyes while he waits for you to carry on. a single digit traces your tight entrance, your cunt quivering at the teasing sensation. you spread your thighs wider, trying to rock yourself deeper into the cradle of his hips, and he shifts his hand back just far enough to deny you of what you’re asking for.

“any more comments, complaints, or concerns?” he asks, his breath hot against your lips while it hovers in the scant space between your mouths.

you wonder if the public safety commission is aware that they’re paying you to drive aki hayakawa up a fucking wall full-time.

offering him a small smile, you shake your head.

aki smiles back, almost patronizingly, and plunges two fingers into your wet cunt. his mouth slots with yours as your chest heaves with a desperate moan. the seat belt buckle digs into your kneecap as you writhe, the metal cool against your overheated skin. you can almost feel his amusement, but you can’t bring yourself to care once he drags his thumb across your throbbing clit and does a twisting thrust with the digits currently stuffed inside of you that has you seeing stars.

“good girl,” he murmurs against your mouth, dragging his tongue across your bottom lip as you keen. 

it’s a cheap shot to really drive the nail in; aki knows exactly how to handle you (how to shut you up). 

—but it has your pussy clenching around his fingers all the same, your back arching as you rock your hips and whine.

(he knows you do it on purpose.)

“why would i want to fuck anyone else,” he rasps against the shell of your ear, “after knowing what it feels like to have you come all over my cock?”

your entire body spasms with the surge pleasure that drowns out the rest of your senses at his words, and you can feel the thin sheen of sweat that coats your neck as your muscles go taut. 

“i know you think you’re a brat,” he murmurs, pausing to take your bottom lip between his teeth, and you manage to capture his mouth in a messy kiss that has him distracted for a moment.

“aki,” you whine, feeling needier than you’d like to admit at the feeling of his erection lying stiff between your bodies as you press closer to him.

he increases the speed of his thrusts, your pussy squelching wetly when he adds a third finger. and just like that, your orgasm catches you entirely off guard, leaving behind a wet, soaking mess all over aki and the back seat as you squirt in his lap, whimpering and shaking while the pleasure surges white-hot through your system.

he mouths at the corner of your jaw as you come down from it, fingers gently feathering over your oversensitive cunt. “but the thing is, i like it.”

[violet-sumire]

Fuyumi has a fire quirk AU

Endeavor doesn't specifically include her in Touya's training, but once she gets her quirk, she starts coming along. At first he's confused: she's joining in the training of her own accord, but seems to slack off a lot- why? But Rei informs him she just wants to do what her big brother is doing.

Her quirk, by the way, isn't as strong as Touya's and seems to be a near 1-to-1 copy of Enji's own. After he gives up on Touya, he briefly considers going all-in on her, but she doesn't have the right temperament. Also, if he couldn't surpass All Might, then how could someone on the same power level as him do what he couldn't?

The plot then proceeds similarly to canon, but Touya and Fuyumi get along a little better since there's more to bond over. She's devastated when he burns up.

Soon afterwards, 13-year-old Fuyumi starts considering maybe pursuing Touya's dream for him. She's got a strong fire quirk, after all, that she knows has some serious potential even if she hasn't put a lot of work into it recently. She decides she'll become a pro hero and get into the top 10 on the hero ranking.

So for the next couple of years, she trains up her quirk. Her middle school is very well-funded so there's a whole quirk gym she can use.

(While training, she actually feels hot for the first time in her life after overheating. She's not a fan.)

Unlike Touya, she's not as interested in learning her father's moves wholesale. One of the first things she teaches herself to do is use her quirk to fly (she's very grateful her school has some soft mats; there was a lot of trial and error). She also shapes her fire into forms more often and uses it to cut, similar to Hell Spider. Big blasts like Flashfire Fist she's less interested in.

She doesn't actually tell her father she's training, finding it kind of awkward to talk to him about. The only one she mentions it to is Natsuo, who doesn't get her decision but knows it's to honor Touya so he doesn't tell her he thinks it's stupid.

She eventually gets into UA, and quickly ends up near the top of her class (not that she's really aiming for the top, it just happens).

However, she fumbles her first sports festival and doesn't get much attention.

Her second year is where she starts to hit her stride, getting really good at shaping and condensing her flames. Back in middle school, she'd once or twice accidentally made blue flames and eventually figured out how to replicate it, but they were annoying to maintain so she hadn't done anything with it. However, now once she has more power and control, she starts using it in battles. It's not an 'always on' thing for her; it still does require focus and accelerates her overheating.

She eventually graduates, joins an agency, then quickly starts her own. Her peers are amazed at her incredibly rapid ascent.

(She actually thinks she's going slow- she's judging her progress by Endeavor, who was number 2 by age 20. This is intentional on her part- she wants to have some time for family, after all.)

Around the time canon gets into gear, when Shouto starts UA, she's number 11 on the charts. Not as fast as her father or that other newcomer, Hawks, but still incredible.

(Also, the color scheme on Fuyumi's costume is orange, white, and pink. She wanted a warm fiery theme but also wanted to incorporate colors she likes, leading to that. She's never seen the lesbian flag before and doesn't know why she suddenly exploded in popularity overseas among certain types of women.)

Amazingly, Endeavor still doesn't know his daughter is a hero. He never paid attention to her high school uniform, he doesn't watch the Sports Festival (usually his sidekicks do that and he trusts them to find people to send offers to- they sent one to Fuyumi but she rejected it), and he doesn't pay attention to other heroes not in the top 10. Once, when he was asked by a curious journalist if [whatever Fuyumi's hero name is here] is his daughter, he says he's never heard of that hero and denies it.

However, it's projected that come the next Hero Billboard Chart JP, set to be in May soon after the UA Sports Festival, Fuyumi will break into the top 10. Which means she and Endeavor will be, for the first time ever, in the same room together in costume...

[allisonbaelfire]

Amethyst - Y/N Information

Amethyst is a variety of quartz that is typically purple in color, its known for its beautiful and calming color, and it is also believed to have spiritual and healing properties.

Read About your personal Info for my "My Hero Academia Fanfiction: Amethyst"

Personal Info / Appearance:

Name: Y/N Todoroki Gender: Female Age: 17 Birthday: Y/B Haircolor: Natural Ombrè (White Top and Red in the lengths) Eye Color: e/c SkinTone: s/t

Height: y/h (the boys are all taller in my mind) Weight: y/w

BloodType: O

General Information:

Occupation: No. 3 Pro-Hero Hero Name: Amethyst

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Occupation: UA Student Class 1-A

Close Friends: Hawks, Denki, Kirishima

Speed: 5/5 Power: 5/5 Intelligence: 4/5 Coordination: 5/5 Cooperation: 2/5

Personality

Y/N is an extroverted individual who is independent and known for her straightforwardness, which can sometimes come across as cold and unemotional. She is Calm and composed, yet brutal in combat. It's not easy to break down her mental barriers, as she doesn't trust others easily. However, she is always there for people in need, especially for those closest to her, for whom she would do anything. Secretly a softie.

Quirk:

Quirk Name: Ice Flames (Purpleflames)

Explanation: Y/N possesses the extraordinary power to unleash icy lilac flames from her hands, with the ability to control the speed at which these flames freeze. She can also change the flames from a gaseous state, to liquid or solid. When she freezes something, the resulting ice resembles glistening amethyst crystals.

Y/N can also use Cyrokinesis; She's able to control and manipulate existing Ice or Snow.

Drawbacks:

1. If Y/N's flames remain in a gaseous state for too long, it drains her immense power, often causing her to lose consciousness. Her hands suffer greatly from the cold of her flames, sometimes leaving her unable to feel them for hours or even days.

2. Overheating: Although her flames are cold/frozen, her body temperature can rise if she uses her power for too long or too intensely.

History:

Y/N is the daughter of Rei Todoroki and Enji Todoroki, also known as Endeavor. Following the passing of her older brother Toya, Enji devoted himself to training both her and her younger brother Shoto to become future Pro-Heroes. Unlike Shoto, Y/N did not resist; secretly, she dreamed of fulfilling her deceased brother's dream and becoming a Pro-Hero. Since the incident involving Toya, she has had a strained relationship with her family, especially with Shoto, with whom she was once closest. At the age of 14, Y/N rushed to the aid of Pro-Heroes and assisted in battle, prompting Endeavor to intensify her training. In a remarkably short time, she obtained her Hero license and has since been acknowledged as the youngest Pro-Hero.

She is extremely popular in the Hero world, but due to her rapid rise, she had little contact with people her age and had no semblance of a normal childhood. Three years later, under public pressure, Y/N is now expected to attend UA to receive proper training to become a true superhero.

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Klick here for: Amethyst. - Masterlist

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This is how I imagine Y/N Todoroki:

[thesakuragarnet]

The Nightmare (Reverse Comfort Dabi X Fem!Reader)

Summary: Dabi’s outburst causes you to stir in the bed beside him, your vision blurred from heavy sleep, but you can make out Dabi’s form in the darkness, sitting up, hands raking through his hair. You can feel the bed getting warmer…the heat emanating from his body as his Quirk feeds into his emotions.

Tags: Dabi X Fem!Reader, Reverse Comfort, Second Person POV, light angst, bl00d, kissing, cuddling, established relationship, swearing

Word Count: 1,291 words

Tumblr Original <3

Touya Todoroki shrieks, pulling at his hair as he wakes up in an overwhelming fit, overheating and crying...or at least, crying as much as he can with burnt tear ducts. He grits his teeth so hard he’s worried they might crack. His fingernails catch on the scars under his eyes as he claws at his face, wincing as a small yelp of pain bursts from his lips as fresh blood streaks down, sullying the staples that should’ve been cleaned earlier in the week. Truthfully, he couldn’t feel a thing…physically…the small noise of agony was rooted in his heart. He hadn’t been doing well whatsoever; ever since the number one hero spot was just handed to Endeavor after everything he’d put them through…everything he’d painstakingly carved into Touya’s heart, Dabi couldn’t take it. It wasn’t fucking fair. None of it was fair. It proved that hard work meant nothing. All the training on the mountain…burning himself…hurting himself just to prove he was worth a shit. It meant nothing. It was all for nothing. 

Dabi’s outburst causes you to stir in the bed beside him, your vision blurred from heavy sleep, but you can make out Dabi’s form in the darkness, sitting up, hands raking through his hair. You can feel the bed getting warmer…the heat emanating from his body as his Quirk feeds into his emotions. 

“Dabi?” You yawn, rubbing your eyes as you try to sit up. “Are you okay?”

“I’M NOT CRYING!” He shouts angrily, whirling around, making you flinch at the roughness and desperation in his tone. His eyes widen when he watches you shrink back, blood pouring even more down his face as he starts swearing at himself. You know he has anger issues, but this is the first time he’s lashed out at you. His eyes are distant, brilliant turquoise glazed over, and the familiar smell of burning flesh permeates the air as thin plumes of flame begin to slide out of the left side of his face. 

“Dabi, you’re burning up,” You mutter, your tone hinting at your panic. 

He seems dissociated for a minute, acting confused…as if he doesn’t know his own name. He blinks before registering the dull burning sensation that he can barely even feel at this point. He barely registers that the side of his face caught fire. 

“Shit,” He grunts, the corners of his eyes scrunching and his eyebrows furrowing as he takes in a shuddering breath. Ignoring his obvious breakdown, you get on your knees and approach. Your Quirk is Fireproof; it’s one of the main reasons you and Dabi had learned to click so much. You were the only one that could quell his flames. Tentatively, you cup the side of his face, pressing your palm into his skin and snuffing out the azure fire instantly. He closes his eyes, shoulders rolling, breaths staggered and shaking as his chest rises and falls. Your hand moves to run through his tangled black hair, fingernails gently scratching at his scalp, hoping to ground him in some way. Your heart twists at the rivulets of blood seeping down his face, staining the sheets beneath him as it drips down his chin. You can’t stand seeing him so broken like this…especially when he puts up that cold and callous front all the time. It’s such a stark contrast to the persona you’re used to. 

“It’s okay…I’m right here,” You whisper softly, aware of how silly it might sound. Silliness aside, Dabi takes another deep breath, deliberate and slow, as if he’s breathing you in. His hands drop, shaking as he tentatively wraps his arms around you, burying his face into the top of your head. He mumbles something that sounds halfway between a curse and an apology. 

“Can I ask what’s wrong?” You tentatively mumble, and Dabi’s hold on you tightens, his fingernails slightly digging into the fabric of your sleep shirt, just barely grazing your skin. He pulls back.

“Nightmare,” Dabi admits after a brief moment of silence, the word tasting sour on his tongue. A nightmare rooted in memories was the real truth, but he wasn’t ready to disclose that. You gently wipe the blood off his face with your fingers, cradling his jaw in your palms as his cerulean eyes glow at you in the darkness. You decide not to pressure him any further, letting the tense quiet wash over you as you hold each other. His arms are still firmly wrapped around you, eyes flickering from in the moment to staring far away. 

“You wanna go back to sleep?” You yawn, well aware that it’s the middle of the night. Dabi simply shrugs, sniffling. Another beat of silence passes between you two. Carefully, your arms fall, draping around his neck in a gentle hug, awkward but tender. Gradually, Dabi softens in your embrace, melting toward you, body heavy and heart sinking as he lets his exhaustion settle inside him. 

“C’mon,” You whisper, gently falling backward onto the mattress, Dabi’s full weight resting on top of you, arms still vice-gripping your body as he hides his face in your shoulder. Your hands explore further, delicately rubbing his back, being careful not to catch on any staples. Dabi sighs, heavy with unspoken sorrow. It makes your heart pang…you wish he gave you more leeway into his psyche. You so desperately wish you could help him…not fix him. He didn’t need to be fixed; he wasn’t some broken toy that you sought to change. But it was clear that he desperately needed to heal from something…something that was gnawing at his insides until it bled raw. Either way, you were going to stay by his side. You’d already made your decision. You were in love…embarrassingly enough, and, as far as you were concerned, so was Dabi. 

You listen to the sounds of his breathing, intense and quivering, feeling the pressure of his chest expanding against yours. His breaths seem to calm the longer you trace your fingers along the length of his back, grounding him and tethering him to you…to the world…to his world. 

“I love you…I don’t want you to think I don’t…I…I don’t know why I freaked out on you,” Dabi speaks, his raspy voice barely audible, straining as if he’s having to force the words out…as if he’s speaking against his will. 

“I love you, too. It’s alright,” You smile solemnly, turning your head to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek. He goes stiff when your lips connect with the thin strip of healthy flesh on his cheek, a shiver rolling down his spine before he relaxes once again. Dabi pushes himself up , looking down into your eyes before sweetly connecting your lips. You don’t cringe when you faintly taste the blood. You were used to it at this point. Dabi could keep up the charade that he was a monster, but you knew better…or at least…you were starting to. You were beginning to chip away at the harsh facade. You saw a side of him no one else got to see. The broad smiles. The light in his eyes and the ecstatic repetitive tapping of his feet when he got excited. He let the facade slip around you…but no one else. 

Dabi keeps kissing you, one of his calloused hands brushing against your cheek, the cold staples in his wrist sending a shock through you. Finally, you separate, taking careful note of the way the corners of his mouth just barely twitch upward. 

“I’ll be right here,” You promise as Dabi rests on his side beside you, waiting for you to wrap your arms around him. You bring him in to cuddle, draping an arm over his shoulder as he hides his face in your chest. 

“Goodnight, Dabi.”

"Goodnight."

[an-honest-endeavor]

I know it’s like a thing for men to be worried about their dick size, and being called small is supposed to be an offensive insult, but I sincerely, genuinely do not give a fuck. I’ve been so focused on my Quirk, my career, my success, and how my performance compares to All Might’s that my brain decided “there’s simply no room to ALSO add body insecurities, so unless it’s ableism or racism we do not give a shit.” So if I *was* small I don’t think I would care. And when it comes to other men, I don’t gloat or envy them because of their sizes. And before you asks, no, I don’t care how big All Might is either.

Speaking of communal showers at the agency, if I hear “whoa Endeavor is packing” one more time, you are getting fucking fired! And I don’t mean Flashfire Fist, I mean unemployment!!! Admire silently like the rest!!!!

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Pleading And Punishments

Loceit (Logan x Janus) Prompt: Could you do a Logan x Anyone, Logan being bottom, Logan overworking himself and gets stressed from it. He jerks off to calm down and his lover walks in on him. I was thinking for this one basically a sexy punishment for Logan, any kinks you wanna put in is alright! Warnings: caning, premature ejaculation, overstimulation, handjobs A request from my Wattpad

Logan's fingers hurt from how hard he's clacking them against his overworked keyboard. His computer is hot to the touch, and he can hear the fans whirring in an attempt to cool itself down, and yet he never slows. 

He knows he needs a break. It's been an hour straight with not even a glance away from his screen. Maybe two. Maybe three. 

Logan glances at the corner of his desktop, intending to just glance at the time and get right back to working, but metaphorically short-circuits when he sees just how long it's been. 

Five hours? No break? No food or water? 

At the reminder, his stomach grumbles, but Logan just huffs and chooses to ignore it. Five hours, and he still hasn't finished this stupid document. He was sure it just needed a little more tweaking - the smallest bit of fine-tuning - and then it'd be finished. It'd be done. 

Schedules were his specialty, and deadlines were his special interest, and surely he could stay on task enough to finish this up! No more distractions - hunger cramps, dry mouth, none of it - and he could do it. But unfortunately, it seems his body didn't agree with his mind, as after Logan struggles to type some more, he realizes he's overheating. 

At first, he thinks it's just his room. He's been working so hard that it wouldn't be absurd to think it's been slowly getting hotter, but when he stands up to turn on a fan, he feels his cock rub uncomfortably against his jeans. And when he looks down, he realizes he's gotten hard. 

"Damnit," Logan mutters, as he curses out this fluke for being yet another distraction. This added nuisance only adds to the tension in his body, as his stress makes him physically ache. 

He's tempted to take a cold shower, but he quickly decides against that. A cold shower would take way too long, and that's time that could be spent working! So what would an easier solution be? Well... getting off, of course. 

Logan glances at the time. 

It's late... and though Logan knows Janus might be a bit peeved if he finds out Logan's gotten off without him (he always wanted to be involved in Logan's sexual endeavors), Logan knows Janus would be more upset if Logan woke him up from a nice slumber. And frankly, Logan didn't want something long and drawn out! He just wanted to get off quickly, and get back to work. 

Logan stiffly sits himself back down in his chair and unzips his jeans - though he takes the time beforehand to save his work on his computer, just in case he does take too long and his screen times out - and pulls his cock out rather unceremoniously. He could get off quickly, and maybe get back to work. Hell... the more he thinks about it, the more he tries to convince himself that this is a good thing! Masturbating alleviates stress, after all. Getting off quickly might get him back into the working mood, all things considered!

Though, Logan still bitterly wonders why he can't just get hard at planned times - like when purposefully thinking about Janus shrugging out of his shirt, his scales being revealed and gleaming beneath their dim bedroom lights... or when thinking about every time Janus has guided Logan's head against his boxers and made Logan worship his cocks through the fabric... or-

Moaning loud enough to startle himself, Logan's quick to slap a hand over his mouth, pathetically embarrassed at how easily he was lost in thought. Daydreaming was supposed to be Roman's thing! He needs to stay on task. 

His hand curls around the base of his cock, and he strokes it slowly. He'd feel better with lube, but getting up to grab some would only waste more time. So he suffers through the discomfort until he starts to leak pre, and then uses that to slick his shaft until pumping it is smoother. 

He lets out a more refined whimper in an attempt to repress his pleasured noises, and watches as his screen darkens as it's neglected, unlike his own enjoyment. 

He needs to be fast, so he moves his wrist quicker, toes curling at the increased intensity as he tries and tries to come quick and get it done.

"Just be quick," Logan mumbles, his eyes fluttering shut as he leans forward, gasping in pleasure. "Be quick, and get it over with." 

"That's no fun, though," a voice suddenly quips from Logan's doorway. Logan squeezes his cock in surprise, drawing intense, painful pleasure from his shaft which has him crying out, and once again muffling his mouth with his palm soon after. 

Meekly, Logan turns a little in his desk chair, and flushes dark when he sees Janus has already traversed most of his room, reaching Logan's seat shortly after. Janus is smiling knowingly. 

"Lying by omission is still lying, you know," he comments, as Janus uses his fingers to tilt Logan's chin upwards, forcing eye contact. As Logan's hand stills on his cock, Janus uses his free hand to grab Logan's wrists, and swiftly lifts both Logan's arms above his head, eliciting a whine from Logan's mouth. "And I don't like the implication you'd keep such a pretty display from me. What happened to seeking me out whenever you desired sex? Have I been unsatisfactory lately? 

"Not at all," Logan stammers, his cock twitching at Janus's words. "I assumed you'd be asleep by now." 

"Ah, I see. It is bedtime, isn't it? Well, in that case, why are you still up? And more pressingly, why is your computer still open?" Janus glances at the screen, and though very clearly seeing a word document open - cursor still blinking and everything - he asks "watching porn, or something?" 

"No!" Logan immediately insists, before shuffling out of Janus's grip, and nearly falling out of his chair in the process as he stands, cock still out. "No, not at all. I was... I am working." 

Janus snickers. "You sure look like you're working." 

Logan shamefully hides his cock behind his hands, but tries to preserve his dignity by explaining "it's just a fluke. I... I was gonna get rid of it quick so I could finish up my document. There was no reason to burden you with such an infinitesimal task." 

"Doll, your pleasure is hardly infinitesimal." Janus stalks towards Logan until Logan's backed up against his desk, making Logan gulp as Janus wraps Logan's tie around his palm. "I enjoy seizing every opportunity to please you... though in this case I think you're hardly deserving. Overworking yourself? Rushing through your own pleasure? Not telling me that you're needy? Oh, Logan. You know better than this!" 

Logan's head lowers a little, ashamed by Janus's words. 

"Besides, you're not telling the whole truth," Janus then adds, tugging Logan's tie until it's very lightly choking Logan's throat. "You weren't going to get off just to get rid of a fluke... you're stressed. You needed stress relief." 

Logan bites his lower lip, and then sighs and nods. Janus kisses the fabric of his tie, and then grabs Logan's hands, pulling them away from his leaking shaft. 

"Naughty boy." Janus clicks his tongue, glancing from Logan's flustered face to his twitching cock. "Depriving yourself of true pleasure and stress relief, and then lying to me about it. I shouldn't even help you after this mistreatment..." 

Janus takes a step back from Logan, but Logan just stumbles forward as Janus continues holding tight to his tie, until he's nearly falling over. 

"Wait," Logan starts, as Janus guides him to the edge of the bed. He clearly had no intent on leaving, but Logan still breathes out "please, help," as if Janus would ever abandon him at such a vulnerable moment. And yet Janus wordlessly bends him over the edge of the bed, with his bare cock grinding against the edge of his mattress and his clothed knees against the ground. Janus stands behind him.

"Oh, Logan," Janus murmurs, looking over Logan's obedient display. He keeps himself positioned the way Janus set him, even if it means he cant see Janus. "I could never resist helping you. But, you still tried to hide from me, love, and we just can't have that. If I let you get away with this little bit of secrecy, then you'll get the silly idea that you can hide other things from me! And we both know I'm far too nosy for that." 

Janus's hands slide up Logan's shirt, making Logan shiver, and then back down his pants, until Logan's jeans are being tugged to his knees. With his bare ass on display, Logan can't help but push his face into the comforter, eagerly anticipating whatever comes next. His work becomes an afterthought with Janus occupying the majority of his brain, and he hardly minds!

"I think you need a punishment. To truly cement it in your silly little mind that you should never act like this. No overworking, no keeping me out of any of your sexual endeavors, none of that." Janus runs his hand over Logan's ass, and then up his back, tracing Logan's spine with his pointer. "What do you think?" 

Logan bites the comforter in order to avoid answering, but this action hardly muffles the guilty whine he lets out. 

Janus tsks. "Come on, Logan, use your words. You're supposed to be smart, are you not?" 

"I do," Logan finally whispers.

"Louder." 

Logan presses his face so hard into the mattress that his glasses push uncomfortably against his face. But still, he groans out a muffled - but distinguishable - "yes!" 

Janus chuckles at the dramatic action - it was always nice to see Logan break away from his composed facade and devolve into the rather temperamental person he was in private - and pulls away so he's no longer close enough to touch Logan. 

 Trying fervently to sit still, Logan's tortured by the sounds of Janus's gloves being pulled off, fabric being jostled, and an unfamiliar item tapping teasingly against the ground. It all feeds directly into Logan's intense curiosity, but his obedience is quickly rewarded with pleasant praise from Janus, who, through the tone of his voice, clearly believed Logan would eventually succumb to his interest. 

"Look at you," Janus coos, as he steps closer to Logan, filling Logan with a surge of pleasurable expectation. He knows he's going to be punished, but how. "At least you're good at listening, hm? I'd be tempted to reward you if you hadn't already been so bad. Take a deep breath, darling. In... and out." 

As soon as Janus says out, Logan is yelping as a thin stick slaps against his ass, stinging both of his cheeks and causing tears to well up in his eyes. Unable to stifle his curiosity any further, he turns partially to see Janus leaning on his shepherd's crook. He's smiling knowingly as Logan flushes dark red. 

"Are you-" Logan's voice cracks, and he swallows the spit in his mouth in an attempt to steady himself. "Are you spanking me?" 

"Caning you," Janus clarifies, laughing softly as though Logan was a naive little thing. "Don't worry; I won't make you count. I don't have a number in mind, anyway. I'm just going to keep caning you until I feel you've learned your lesson." 

Logan muffles a moan, and pushes his face back into the mattress, trying to ignore his cock rutting against the side of the bed, where a wet patch has formed from his pre. 

He's sure he's not subtle at all as he rocks his hips best he can against the comforter, but if Janus notices it, he doesn't comment on it. 

Instead, Logan's left making soft, cute little noises as he waits impatiently for Janus to hit him again. And Janus truly draws it out, torturing Logan by not smacking him immediately, but not doing anything else either, solely observing the way Logan trembles slightly, occasionally switching his weight back and forth on his knees. 

And then he's hitting Logan again, making Logan cry out again, spit dribbling down his chin as he whimpers and moans at the hit, with the pain reverberating over his backside until it feels just as hot and pained as before. 

Before he can even recuperate from that, he's being hit again, making him moan as his hips stutter against the bed, with Logan desperately digging his fingers into the sheets, fighting hard to repress just how overwhelmingly hot he was. He's basically burning up! He tries to say Janus's name, but all that comes out is a slurred, stumbled mess. 

"Shh," Janus quells him, giddy at the sight of Logan shaking as he keeps himself bent over the bed. He goes to say something more as he reels his crook back again - perhaps punctuating his soft shush with a bit of teasing - but as soon as his cane connects with Logan's ass, Logan's moaning loudly, and Janus is watching as come spills from Logan's cock and over the side of the bed, making a mess over Logan's thighs and the floor, as well as soaking into the sheets. Logan rocks against the bed as he works through his orgasm, but eventually slumps over against the bed, full of embarrassment. 

"Sorry," Logan mumbles, barely audible. "I'm sorry. I really, honestly tried to hold back. I didn't even realize I was close- I wasn't... I couldn't..." 

Janus's hands are on Logan before he can try and fail to explain himself any further, and he's being guided onto his feet, and then back onto the bed, with Janus pulling Logan's jeans fully off. 

Logan's ass rubs against the comforter, making him hiss in pain, but Janus just shushes him by crawling between his legs and dragging his finger through the sticky mess coating Logan's legs. 

"Needy, needy," Janus chastises, before he kisses Logan's chest. "You're so pretty, Logan. You look much better spread out in bed than stiffly sitting in your silly little office chair." 

Logan stretches out further, and closes his thighs, before immediately cringing and deciding to keep them open as he doesn't want to smear the mess further. "I was almost done." 

"You're done for tonight," Janus insists, before smirking as he wraps his hand around Logan's limp cock. Immediately Logan's whining in oversensitivity as Janus strokes him without a care, until he's been once again worked back up to full hardness. 

"Janus," Logan gasps, and Janus pets through Logan's hair in response. 

"Let me milk that stress right out of you, dear," Janus says, though he's hardly giving Logan a choice. "You took your punishment so well! Maybe a little too well, even. Regardless, it won't hurt to tire you out a little more, and make sure you can't go back to work even if you tried." 

Logan turns his head to the side to partially hide it in the pillows, and Janus lets him, though still enjoys when Logan's muffled sounds of pleasure reach his ears. 

In just a few strokes, Logan's leaking pre over Janus's palm, earning a slightly judgmental, but mostly teasing complaint of "messy," followed by Janus sighing as he says "you're so sensitive. Is it because you deny yourself pleasure so often? Hm?" 

Logan doesn't answer, but his hips buck needily into Janus's fist. 

"You really shouldn't deprive yourself, darling. Doing so means you come pathetically fast... I mean, look at you; you're tearing up because you're so sensitive!" 

"Please," Logan whispers, as his eyes flicker towards his computer. The screen is dark and no doubt completely off by now. Logan's ass stings with a reminder of what he got from overworking. He whimpers, and then moans as Janus squeezes around the base of his cock. Already, he feels embarrassingly hot, and that fact is utterly humiliating. 

He can't even attempt to hide this sensitivity from Janus, who coos at him immediately "oh, honey, are you close already? Just a few minutes of touching and you're going to spill all over my hands? Well, don't keep me waiting, Logan. Go on." 

Being watched by Janus as he's brought to another orgasm has him flushed and moaning, but he's great at doing what he's told, and so does just that. Spurred on by Janus's pumping, Logan's brought to his limit and quickly pushed past it, whining as his second orgasm is practically squeezed out of his shaft in spurts. Janus is less than fond of the mess it makes, but works Logan through it anyway, until Logan's whining and gently nudging Janus away with his foot. 

"No more," Logan complains, and Janus doesn't hesitate in releasing Logan's cock and wiping the mess against the sheets. 

"Janus," Logan scolds, which has Janus huffing and grabbing Logan's jeans from the floor, using that to clean Logan up instead. Logan still frowns, but he doesn't voice any more complaints, so Janus keeps going until Logan's satisfied with the lack of mess, and then tosses the fabric back to the ground. 

When Logan goes to sit up, Janus just pushes him back down, and plucks the frames from his face. "Whatever you're planning to do can wait for tomorrow," Janus says, as he pulls Logan's blankets down, and then back over them both, making Logan roll his eyes. 

"You're still fully clothed," he mumbles, but Janus doesn't care, instead dramatically laying on top of Logan's pudgy body in order to cuddle. 

And though this isn't how Logan wanted the night to go, he can't say he's upset with how it turned out, and very slowly wraps his arms around Janus's body to hold him in turn. And thanks to Janus, Logan is relaxed enough to melt into the mattress and slowly let himself drift off to sleep. 

[jacksonseymour13]

How come this Fandom doesn't hate any other characters besides AFO and Endeavor. Like am I supposed to sympathize with genociders because they were abused? Fuck that. It gets really old seeing the same tired post that "Endeavor bad because he hurt family" or "AFO bad because he durr evil" like spice it up a little and actually criticize the awfully written villains like Dabi and Shigaraki that show completely shuffles their characterization every season. The notion you have to scapegoat Endeavor and AFO because everybody else is doing is pathetic. Why are we ignoring Bakugou? Somebody that told another person to take a swan dive off the roof, bud legit suicide baited somebody that was already struggling. You mean to tell me because it happened in season 1 it's irrelevant? How come Endeavor's abuse towards his family gets acknowledged more? It's in the past and the guy stopped fucking doing it!

[deusvervewrites]

Galactic Heroes AU: Hmm, Todorokis. Endeavor could still be obsessed with his job. He'd be Top 1 in his jurisdiction, less toxic about it without All Might to be jealous of, but still somewhat nutty workaholic. Would still do quirk eugenics and push his children to heroics career. Just less "you are MY legacy". Rei wouldn't be suffering from abuse but still kinda tired from having so many kids in the house.

I could see him still going for a Quirk marriage given his overheating problem but he'd be unlikely to push his children towards Heroics directly

[class1akids]

Can we go back to the Rei and Ice users for a second. Did Endeavor get saved by what he deemed was "weak" or "unwanted" ? Remember, ice was viewed to support his flames and overheating, not vice versa. All ice-born babies were neglected.

Yeah, I think this is by design of the narrative. In the endgame, the ice represents the power of healing in the family, while most of the trauma and sin is tied to the "fire side".

But then again, the ice is coming from the Himuras and their in-bread ways where they sell off their children to the highest bidder - so the element itself is neither good or bad.

It's rather that Rei, while she knew about the marriage being a quirk marriage and therefore shares the blame, wanted to build a happy family. Otoh, Endeavor only cared about his own ego.

And then there is Shouto who integrates the two sides (han-rei han-en) and turns the stubborn ambition of the "fire" to become service to the healing of the "ice". It's pretty poetic.

[sapphic-agent]

In light of the bullshittery that is Bakugou's Quirk simehow undoing a crushed heart + lungs, I'd like to complain how we NEVER see any supposed drawbacks of his Quirk in action.

Supposedly, the official drawbacks of his Quirk are hand cramps and dehydration from sweating too much. I think I also heard that cold should instantly negate it, too. If that's the case, then why the hell have we never seen this in action (I know why, since Bakugou's an unholy trinity of a Canon Sue, Jerk Sue, and a Blackhole Sue)?!

We see the drawbacks of OFA. We see the drawbacks of Half Cold-Half Hot. We see the drawbacks of Zero Gravity and Dark Shadow. Hell, we see the drawbacks of Erasure and Hellflame. But not once do we see any consequences of overusing Explosion.

Realistically, with the drawbacks Explosion apparently has, Bakugou should have lost against either Ochako or Todoroki at the Sports Festival (he also should have lost during the Calvary Battle, but that's neither here nor there). With the Tangled/Frozen/Osmosis Jones bullshit that's a droplet of sweat restarting his heart, it should have combusted on him and killed him further.

This is actually one of my biggest pet peeves about Bakugou's quirk.

He's one of the only ones who isn't faced (at least consistently) with negative drawbacks. Even Endeavor, the #1 hero, risks overheating himself. Yet for some reason, the cold- which is supposed to be his quirk's weakness- is only shown as a minor inconvenience at best. Todoroki needing his fire to beat Bakugou makes even less sense when you consider that his ice should have been negating Bakugou's quirk for the entire fight. Especially without his gauntlets to store his sweat.

Also, when I was looking up his quirk yesterday, his Wikia page brought to my attention that he apparently doesn't experience recoil from his gauntlets?? I'm sorry?? Even if he's used to the backlash from his quirk on its own, there's no way he should be able to resist the backlash from his gauntlets.

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