#mha entries

[alena-draws]

I'm super late but-better late than never, so here is my entry for the wonderful Bkdk Pride! Zine from Twitter! I've started going through the zine now and I'm enjoying every page of it, so if you enjoyed the amazing content from the different creators, make sure to let them know! <3 The leftovers are closed at this point now, all profits have gone to The Trevor Project. I'm happy I could contribute to such a great cause with an artwork! Pride month is over but stay proud and happy guys!

[unriding]

KINKTOBER DAY 29 — DUBCON. dabi x f!hero!reader ﾉ tw dark content: dubcon- very heavy dubcon to be safe, mentions of murder, brief mention of being his pet, fear play, reader has a support quirk that is not fit for fighting alone, forced orgasm, temperature play- kind of, hints of manipulation + corruption

what happens when your curiosity takes you to the league of villains’ hideout? luckily enough, there’s only one of them there to greet you— and the world seems kind enough to let you off with a sweet deal. fuck him just once to guarantee his silence, or so you thought.

The day you held your hero ID in your hands for the very first time also happened to be your first instance of being told to stay far away from the League of Villains.

You only vaguely remember the reasoning being that they were too dangerous for a support like yourself (especially one with zero experience under their belt) along with another thing that went in one ear and straight out the other.

A part of you has always wondered why the heroes you worked under had gone through so much trouble to ensure you stay back. Keep you hidden from the spotlight, perhaps- because how could you improve if you were always being protected? It was frustrating to see everyone besides yourself on the news.

Ironically, it’s the same reason why you’ve never been faced with the realization of how weak you really are until your head is being pressed into a table, arms easily held tight behind your back- and an infamous villain right behind you. A real one.

Not a simulation today- not one monitor in sight.

“Shigaraki would have loved to meet you,” his voice sends a shiver down your spine, and you feel danger- a concept someone like you is entirely unfamiliar with. “He’s always had a thing for types like you.”

He pushes back inside- this time slowly, as if trying to brand the moment deep into your mind, and you only manage to weakly whimper when his hands tighten around your wrists, the heat emitting from his body acting as a cruel reminder that he has the power to kill- and you don’t.

“N-no,” the desperation in your voice is painfully obvious, “not him, okay? That wasn’t part of the deal..!” You can feel your heart pounding against your chest at the thought of meeting this man’s leader, breathing short and labored as different images flash across your mind as to what being ‘his type’ would imply.

You feel him throb inside you, and a whimper slips out.

“Ah, of course,” his hands land on your hips before he holds you still, letting himself push deeper inside you until you’re stuffed to brim- full of him. “I just wonder about what would happen to that fragile body of yours.”

“Just think about it…”

You think your body definitely shouldn’t be reacting like this. Underneath the trembling and shivering- your cunt flutters around him. Eagerly and hungrily, as if it’s been waiting for someone like him for years.

“Or… actually, how about this, hero?” He grunts- rougher now, pace picking up enough to make you gasp and lock up underneath him. “Forget the deal. Pay me a visit every week, and the League will never hear about you. How about it?”

“B-but—” You halt as soon as you feel his palms heat up against your skin.

“We both know that muscle-head would have a field day with you.” You feel a cold bead of sweat roll down your temples, clammy hands struggling to keep your grip on the table. Your whole body feels numb- disobedient, but he feels good.

Too good for you to register exactly why your core suddenly feels so tight at the suggestion. “And if I remember, Compress likes types like you too. That guy’s got a mean streak,” Dabi leans to press his chest against yours- cold staples making you gasp, and he whispers against your neck, “he’d break you, you know.”

Your eyes widen- knees locking up, and your heartbeat rises to pound in your ears. “P-please— please slow down—”

He ignores you, only giving you a laugh in response. “What a pitiful state you’d be in. Think about it. I’ve been pretty nice, haven’t I?”

“W-wait!” You’re desperate now, reaching back to push at his hips and rising onto your toes to escape him. “I feel— feel weird—”

Something inside him seems to snap at this. You’re yelping as soon as your head is back on the table the next second- big hand roughly pushing you down and you sob. “What a hero you are,” he’s laughing loudly now, “cumming and crying on some League dick. Where are those pathetic bodyguards of yours now?”

You open your mouth to protest, but he moves to clamp his palm over it- roughly pulling you back in one swift motion until you’re flush against his chest. “Those ones drooling over you? How about I just kill them so you don’t have anywhere left to go? I’ll take you in as my pet,” you feel him smile against your neck- sick and twisted, and your cunt only clenches in response. “Be a good little hero and cum if you agree.”

Your eyes shoot open the same time he slams against a deep part inside you, body betraying every single shred of morality you have left when you cum, hard. It takes you by force, leaving no chance for it to go unnoticed by him when you’re clenching, shaking, and dripping underneath him like this. He has the heart to let go of you, let your weak body collapse onto the table beneath you as your chest heaves up and down for air, tears brimming your eyes and he only throbs inside you once more, hungry for more.

“Then it’s a deal.” His hands run up your sides, content with the way you shiver and lean into his touch. “A good choice, hero.”

[seneon]

🎱 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ send me a character + an au or trope and i will write a short drabble about how they kiss you. ( fluff )

SHINSOU × MEAN¡READER .𖥔 ݁ ִֶ𓉸 @angeliicheartt

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄,

absolutely cannot deny the way he's sometimes so damn tired of your mouth that keeps running and blabbering nonsense here and there. shinsou doesn't even let your complains or mean comments run through his ears. but somehow he still tolerates you. until there are times where he snaps.

that's when he shuts your annoying mouth up. with a kiss. sometimes harsh, if he's really agitated. sometimes lazy and soft, if he's just plain tired.

when it comes to sickeningly annoying part where shinsou felt like his ears are about to fall off his skin, the string of his patience will snap. he cups the back of your head and simply presses a forcing kiss onto your lips. it always catches you off guard with how annoyed he can get with just you running your mouth.

whereas the more lazier kisses comes when you're talking your heart out about this girl you don't fancy a lot and he's there to roll his eyes and lean in close to you just so he could press his lips on yours. all so gently and lazily that it makes you quit complaining about the girl. it also makes your heart flutter at how soft he could be.

"i hate that girl too, don't worry. it's mutual. but stop saying her name, i'll hate it even more," shinsou tells you and it makes you want to kiss him even more. you catch the frown on his lips and slightly furrowing of his eyebrows before you sighed and huffed. "fine, i'll stop. but she's still a bitch though."

"i know she is," he kisses the side of your cheek before looking into your eyes. "but enough about her. have you seen how adorable you are when you're angry? makes me want to kiss all that anger away." and when he does plant kisses all over face, you can't help but let out a silly smile, shinsou reciprocating.

"there it is. you've got the prettiest smile, angel."

© SENEON 2024 DARK ENTRIES ♰ DO NOT ALTER.

[bianxiee-arts]

Defying Fate

[eggtartz]

✧ 1st October ✧

All Might // Big Boy (f! civilian reader)

kinktober masterlist

warnings : belly bulge, petnames, creampie, size kink

no matter in which form toshinori, his height and his size in general would always win againts you. despite being a plump one, your height isn't really helping (or it's just the fact that toshinori is almost seven foot tall) you couldn't compete toshinori in any way but the older man developed a kink over the state.

how he adores your hands in his big ones, your still small hands although he's in his skinny form. how you would struggle to reach out to kiss him, toshinori having to bend over every single time. how he loves the height difference and how it's obviously too.

how he enjoys how you struggle to take him during sex, how you need a lot of prep before having him inside because once he was too hasty and ended up hurting you. lube is a must, your juices are simply not enough for someone his size. it started as an observation, how small you looked while being under and soon he realized that's the exact thing that gets him busting a nut inside you.

it was an exhausting day for both you and toshinori as you two huffed on the couch, your body spread wide on his lap. "toshii..." you whined, pawing his hero costume that got his attention. he smiled knowingly, unzipping the suit for you two to share warmth and comfort. you hummed as your small hands rested on his enormous peck. he was content with how comfortable this routine felt, a quiet one after hustle and bustle of the day. however the content quickly turned into something else when he looks down and see how dainty you were. so small, fragile.

he stifled a groan when you accidently grind on his clothed cock, earning a small giggle. "y/n.. if you keep doing that, im gonna-" he let out a growl when he felt your hips grinding down, he almost came. He lifted your body with ease and placed you on his shoulder, slapping your butt as you yelped. "wanna get fucked so bad?" he asked dangerously and your cheeks were warm as you nodded.

he roughly dumps you on your shared bed "stick your dirty fingers in that pussy, i want it wet and prepped, you hear me?" he holds your chin to look up at him earning a nod. you hastily took off your pencil skirt while he teased you by slowly undoing his, making you whine as you plunged your fingers into your already soaking pussy. you used two fingers and whined again "toshinori, its not enough, need you to do it" he smiled, his top already off. "your fingers are not big enough, darling?" he purred "n-no.. yours are much bigger.. need it.."

"if you say so"

he was quick to place two fingers inside to stretch your gummy walls earning a wanton moan from your lips, his hands grabbing two tits in one hand that showcased how big his hands are. he whispers sweet praises into your ear that went his fingers went to flicked your clit, you were already having an orgasm

"my sweet girl. you think you can handle more?" he asked gently, nudging the mushroom of his cockhead at your salivating pussy. "yes please..." you asked oh so sweetly, he'd be a horrible person to decline.

He inserted slowly, enjoying how your small body clung on him as you scratched his back with pleasure. making small thrusts, he took one boob in his mouth as you squeezed your eyes tight "ah.. so... bignnh" you slurred as his tongue lapped on your nipple "but you can take it right? take everything, sweetheart" you panted as he kept pushing inside, venturing to places so deep inside you. your breathing hitched when you finally felt his hip and his balls against your ass. "toshi,, please.., fuck m-" you screamed as he thrusted violently as he panted "damn it.. so tight," he muttered under his breath as you moaned his name. "gotta make sure i fuck you daily, get this hole loose" he grunted as he pressed you down the bed. he easily lifts you as you lay sideways and uses your arms as levers to thrust in deeper. "o-oh.. fuck.." you were getting dizzier as he thrusts with force and nibbles on your earlobe. "i'm gonna cum.. fuck, fucking look at you.. so pretty, so small. fuck!" cum spurted inside you as you lay down feeling already full.

"you didn't think we're finished did you?"

how delicious it is seeing the slight bulge of his cock inside of your stomach makes him groan at how small you are compared to him, so small and vulnerable. so easy to just toss you around and use like a doll. "yeah.. one more.." he coaxed you into another orgasm, you were drooling on the bed sheets "t-toshi.. so full.." you mumbled, feeling stuffed and filled to the brim with how much he has came inside you.

he pulls you up, his chest on your back as he used your arms as support, thrusting inside you in a slow and sensual pace "shit.." his american accent came out "you feel too good, darling.. need to fill you everyday, would you want that?" he whispered againts your ear as you moaned, feeling lightheaded and full of pleasure. "yes.. everyday.. mmh.." your tits bounced as sweat and saliva coated your skin and his. he groaned again and came with a shiver, thrusting his cum slowly into your weeping pussy. you collapsed on the body and twitched, cum oozing out frok your exhausted pussy.

again, toshinori is fascinated to see such a small body is able to keep in so much cum.

[windlullaby-arts]

Save me MHA fantasy AU 🥺

[pjs-everyday]

huh? something on my face?

[jamiethebeeart]

Spinaraki Week Day 3: Horizon

[userpreviouslyknownasbakudeku]

THE TIME IS NOW

rev up your engines clowns, freaks, and haters. entry for the bakudeku url death tournament is

NOW OPEN.

questions & comments can be directed to my inbox. complaints can be directed to ↓↓THIS GUY↓↓

[lunanami]

STAY THE NIGHT — KEIGO TAKAMI.

warnings : depictions of a bad mental health episode and disordered eating, vague allusion to keigo's past, gender neutral reader, pet names (duckie, baby, sweetheart), written with selective mutism in mind.

notes : very self indulgent comfy fic i wrote this week for myself, just posting in case it puts a smile on anyone else's face <33

wc: 1.2k

you'd spent the day hidden from the rays of sunlight that cut through the gaps in the curtains and distrupting the fortress of solitude that you'd crafted from a mess of blankets and pillows strewn around the mattress.

keigo was long gone, having left early in the day to go work at the agency. you were still sleeping when he left; he hated to wake you so the avian hero simply settled for leaving an ice cold bottle of water (now bordering on room temperature) and writing a cute post-it note and sticking it to the lampshade on your bedside:

"get some rest today for me, okay? don't push yourself too hard, i'll be home as soon as i can. love you, duckie. — kei."

the silly little duck that he'd attempted to draw made you giggle — he certainly was no artist. nonetheless, it warmed your heart that he cared enough to leave something so very sweet. you took a sip of the drink he'd left for you before slipping back under your covers, ignoring the rumbling in your stomach and the tremors that overtook you.

keigo kept his promise, re-entering your shared apartment a few hours after midday. since his agency had taken on additional sidekicks, he'd gotten more time to himself. occasionally he used it for press opportunities, now being the number two hero, but the real reason that he adored such circumstance was that he got to see much more of you.

"hi, duckie," he called out in a whisper, cautious in case you were napping. eventually he found you half awake, holding onto his pillow for dear life. he sat next to you on the bed, pulling you into his lap.

keigo would be stupid if he couldn't tell that you were struggling. he didn't know what was causing it, yet he was patient enough to do whatever he could to help you out until you were ready to open up to him. you let out a sniffle, rubbing your face against his chest as he held onto you.

fortunately, the man was an expert observer and had begun to learn what your small actions meant. he slid the hair tie that he always kept on him off of his wrist, moving your hair into a messy, messy sort-of bun as he continues to caress your back. at this point, keigo could feel your trembling.

"have you eaten anything today, duckie?" he asked, looking at you in case you nodded. you didn't however, you simply shook your head. "okay, baby, it's okay," he cooed. "do you think you could eat if i made you something? would you try f'me, duckie?"

you mustered up your strength to whisper an affirmative, allowing keigo to lift you and carry you to the kitchen. there, he sat you on a stool by the island while he got to work.

very early into knowing him, keigo began to pick up on the small things, like how to tell when you were struggling or, relevant right now, what your safe foods were. perhaps it was his own harsh upbringing, but caring for those he loved had become something that he cherished so very dearly — it made him feel fulfilled. you could tell just as much. while he made you something to eat, he hummed a tune absentmindedly (not realizing that it replicated the melody of your favourite song).

you hugged your arms, craving the warmth of either your blanket stash or a wing hug from your boyfriend. "you cold, duckie?" keigo asked, already shrugging off his jacket. he draped it over your back, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he wrapped you up tight. "'m all done anyways," he continued, walking back over to the worktop and returning with a plate of food.

"i know it's a lot, duckie," he confessed, "but i thought we could share, 's that okay?" he waited for your nod before continuing. "we can either go and put a movie on or stay in here and i can tell you about my day, which would you like?"

keigo watched as you struggled to form a response, instead opting to put his two hands out in front of him. he then repeated your option, assigning each of them a hand that you could grab or squeeze to communicate with him. he never made you feel silly for being unable to verbalize what you wanted, instead working quickly to come up with solutions.

you grasped his right hand, indicating that you just wanted for him to talk to you. keigo's voice was always a source of comfort to you; he could quite literally narrate the dictionary and you would be beyond content. softly, he began to tell you all of the happenings at the agency. it was mostly about the new intern that he'd taken under his wing, tsukuyomi from ua. solely from the excitement in keigo's voice, you could tell that he was elated to have another avian-esque hero around. he spoke of the progress that the young hero has made in such a short time, and all of the ideas that he had to help him improve even further.

his rambling was enough to fill the room for the both of you, which put you at ease as it removed the pressure for you to reply outside of the odd nod to ensure that you were listening and not drowning in your own thoughts. you picked at the food that he'd given you, with your boyfriend occasionally grabbing a bite for himself.

you barely noticed that you'd gotten through most of it, with keigo now on some tangent about how he suspects two of the sidekicks at the agency are dating, so he always assigns them patrols together. when you finished eating, he did notice, however.

"all done, duckie?" he asked, to which you nodded timidly. he stood up, wrapping his arms around you. "'m so proud of you, sweetheart. you did so good, yeah?" you leaned into his touch, nuzzling into his chest. "sleepy?" he queried, and you nodded. "why don't we go take a nice warm shower and then cuddle up for the night? does that sound good?"

you nodded your head again, this time more enthusiastically than those prior. keigo chuckled lightly, happy to see you seeming a little bit more like yourself. "you know, duckie," he began, while you face was still smushed against his chest. "i'm really really proud of you, i mean it. i know it's hard sometimes, but 'm always here for you. you're so strong. i'm always in awe of how you can go through this and still pull through, even if you need someone to lean on, you know? i just wanna stay and help you out, duckie, 'm not going anywhere." he punctuated his little ramble with a kiss to the crown of your head, ruffling his feathers before finally releasing you and leading you to get settled for the night, just as he'd promised.

sidenote: i actually think you and kei would end up stalking the socials of the two sidekicks and going on a full detective search later that night ><

[kusakichan15]

EraserMight Week Day #1 Prompts: "Cold / Sickness / White Day" 💊😷🤍

Prompts here

[pink-hufflepuff]

Puff’s journal Entry Pt1!!!

So doing the drawing thing again. I saw someone do a really cute, OC journal and it was absolutely adorable. I really wanted to do one. However, I’m a digital artist and working in notebooks. Kind of doesn’t work for me anymore unfortunately. So I decided to give it a try digitally instead, you can consider this entry number one!!

anyways I introduce my first Journal Entry, Abigail Cerice McCarthy^-^

[hinadori-chan]

okay but to all the earring wearers out there imagine you and keigo wearing each others pairs sometimes

like, you in his little red princess cuts and him wearing your favorite pair

[seneon]

🎱 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ send me a character + an au or trope and i will write a drabble about how they kiss you. ( fluff )

MERMAN¡HANTA SERO .𖥔 ݁ ִֶ𓉸 @laughingfcx

this merman who often has you sneaking out from your ship just to meet him under the moonlight while the world is asleep. your crew's ship is docked somewhere around the world, and he always has a way to find you floating on whichever ocean you journeyed to.

you'd be on a tiny little boat sometimes, trying to be as close to him as you could. hanta would lean against the boat with his arms supporting his weight at the edge of it, and he'd gaze up at you like a fool in love.

even though a mermaid is said to be more beautiful than humans, you were extremely beautiful to him. way prettier than all the mermaids in the ocean.

hanta's kisses are always on your nose. the way he'd prop himself just a little bit higher to plant an eskimo kiss from the tip of his nose to your nose before letting out a little chuckle, your own giggle filling his ears.

his tail would then swim back and forth gently, listening to your tales of your travels and how'd it all played out at the end with your cons to trick other pirates. sero is such a good listener, even though most of the times he's swimming around your little boat and speaking through the waters about his own life underwater.

let's not forget the fact that he's always giving you trinkets from the ocean when he visits you. pearls and lost treasures and whatnot. everything about this merman is as precious as the treasures of the underwater.

© SENEON 2024 DARK ENTRIES ♰ DO NOT ALTER.

[sourstars]

kindlings & mirrors. | t. todoroki.

touya’s outgrown his hometown, but he’ll never outgrow his rage.

wc: ~1.7K.

w: cursing duh, mention of burns/burn scars, descriptions of a house fire/flames, implication of arson, mentions (?) of family trauma and abuse, slight mention of alcohol, angst w/ no happy ending.

i’ve got a whole doc on this universe that i made up i’m rioting. anyways enjoy! there’ll be a second part to this btw!

take a shot every time you spot a taylor lyric that inspired this /j

“Watch—” Startling blue irises stare as smoke swirls out into the sky, an endless inky black mass moving through clouds like a serpent. “—I’m gonna leave this shithole behind. I’m gonna change everything and nothin’ will stop me. Not even him.”

You shift in your spot, foot wedged against the roof as you lean on the slant, eyes drifting back from the burning house to the boy who longs for the fire. Shadows dance across him, skipping across features and burying others in darkness, turning him into the picture of every harbinger of doom, every version of oracles and sea monsters in mortal skin—because that is what they do not like to admit when they assume you know nothing. Feed someone a poison and they learn to test the immunity, but give it to them long enough and soon they won’t remember what it was like to not have it running through their blood. Sometimes, something dies, and something else crawls out of the bones.

The house is two streets down, but even at this distance, you can hear the sirens and the screaming. If you close your eyes, you can even imagine the crackle of the flames as they succumb to greed, swallowing memories and names and anything else they can reach before they are overcome. From here, people look like beetles, crawling across gravel and asphalt, climbing into broken windows to rescue whatever remnants are scraping by on mercy, and Touya watches on. You wonder if he’s thinking about how his father is risking a scorching death and how his family’s future is held in the hands of a man who thinks himself a god among men, if he wonders whether the knife is ever too heavy to wield, if he ever wants to put it down. He won’t. Like father, like son; hold it long enough and palm molds to hilt. Use it long enough and blade turns into limb.

“Make sure no one sees you leave.” You duck your head when he glances in your direction, scratching at an imaginary spot on your clothes. You still hear sirens. “Caught by one, hunted by all. They’ll search from dusk to dawn.”

Touya’s hands flex, fingers curling onto hard tiles, nails scraping against them. You don’t need to see his scowl. By now, you know him inside out, and you can feel it: the squint of his eye, the razor edge of his mouth. His words are wrapped in barbed wire. “I’d like to see him try.”

(Once, at home alone, you spilled alcohol onto your white carpet, watched in silence as the liquid gold stained, and in your drunken haze thought that if it could talk it would say; “If I’m going I want to go being seen.”

You see the irony now, in things that refuse to go out softly, in things that desire to leave a mark behind. In another universe, Touya is happy. In that universe, he is his mother’s son in the way that he’d taken his place in her business, not because he had to, but because he could, without fear or reservation—something about pastries, you’d guess, where no one yelled and everything tasted sweet. There is no hurt. You imagine that he would bring her new recipes to taste, and she’d never stop smiling, brushing hair out of his eyes as he tied on an apron. In that universe, Shouto knows who his brother is, knows how he snorts when he laughs, that he’ll remain quiet when trying to sell a lie, that he used to like drawing stars in his palms so he could pretend he’d caught a wish, even though it was always the same thing.

In this one, you overlay his memories until he becomes a ghost, flickering in and out of your recollection until he is a name you barely remember.

But of course you do. You always have.)

He lays back against the roof, propping one leg up and bringing his arms behind his head, fingers buried in his bright hair, and his shirt rides up, exposing the scars beneath. Your heart drops, such a sudden dip it makes your breath catch, and you trade your dignity to keep back the words you want to say, swallowing how they burn as they go back down, simmering in the pit of your stomach.

You already know this story. A father’s pride rests in his family, a first born son who’s destined to fail, regardless of how badly he’d wanted to succeed, and another who inherits the silent anger, who clenches his hands into fists he will never want to use. A daughter to pick up the pieces and the youngest who is afraid to believe he is everything his father isn’t, because it might mean he is everything his father used to be.

You remember the nights in the hospital, how you sat in that uncomfortable chair with nothing but the clothes on your back and a book in your hand, how you watched the monitor beep and listened to him breathe. He doesn’t like to talk about it, but sometimes, when he’s in your room and he thinks you’re not looking, you catch him eyeing the same title. You wonder if he remembers how you read it aloud, forcing syllables past your teeth so you wouldn’t cry. Sometimes, you wonder if he had gotten out of the house earlier, if his father hadn’t been so stubborn that night about Touya rescuing himself, that he’d still look at the world like he loved it.

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs, tilting his head back. “I can go anywhere.” A laugh bubbles out of him, astonished. His eyes are wide as he reaches a hand toward the stars, like he can pluck them right from the sky. “I can go anywhere I want—just not home.”

You watch him quietly, trying to commit this to memory. The curve of his jaw, the look in his eye, the tiny, nearly invisible smile on his lips, the blinding white of his hair, and how he’s kept it messy on purpose. You peer at his scars once again, tracing them from his neck to his hands, to the tips of his fingers where they’re stained black by something he’s used. You’re going to miss him. You already miss him and he hasn’t even left. But he will. Touya is still of the Todoroki line, and they are nothing if not consumed by their heart.

“Do you know when you’re leaving?”

He gazes at you from the corner of his eye, a furrow to his brow. “The first chance I get.”

It took one week. You took one look at his sister, at her smudged glasses and the fat tears trailing down her face, at Shouto’s confused and worried look, too heavy for a child his age, and you knew. With his father’s truck stolen hours before, he is forced to catch a ride to the firehouse after Touya took a match to the edge of the forest.

The official report claims him officially deceased. Says that it must’ve caught onto him first or something else that made it catch onto the tree, but you know better. His things must still be in his room, everything he’s ever owned, everything he’s ever been. You can’t become someone else if you’re still dressed in your funeral clothes. You don’t believe he’s in there, bones trapped between branch and ash. You can’t.

The best and worst part about him, you think now, is how he has always been a sucker for aiming to kill. He has always had a thing for annihilation, for the complete destruction of anything that stands in his way of changing who he is, but you hadn’t expected to hear he’d burnt the treehouse first, allowing heat to eat up the names carved into the bark, and when you stand in front of the wreckage, you remember the feel of the ladder. You remember; the rug was the ugliest thing you’d ever seen, itchy and uneven in design, but you loved it because he did. You remember; posters were taped onto the walls, with maps of how you’d all be legends, timeslines scribbled in marker, plans written into roads. You remember; Natsuo curled into the beanbag, holding your hand after a fight and you holding his after the bruises. You remember; Shouto sharing a container of soba, and how you’d both eat, listening to the birds as you named each one in his blind spot, caused by the patch over his eye. You remember Touya digging into the bark; I WAS HERE. You remember, in smaller scratches, soft and unsure, undeneath the original, Shouto’s handwriting; I WAS HERE TOO. And then you blink, and water hoses replace laughter, firemen replace family, past replaces future.

Enji watches as you process the scene, eyes narrowed and mouth pulled into a sneer. You can see his eyebags, the unkempt hair. No one says anything. Instead, you go to kneel by the tree, head pressed against the ruined bark, hands clasped together.

(Because what are you supposed to say to the man who taught his son that hate is the only thing worth keeping? What do you say to a tiger with an already open mouth, looking for an excuse to eat?)

As you close your eyes and think about his sons, his daughter, his ex-wife, you listen to his footsteps slowly walk home.

(“There’s nothing worth me staying for.” He flicks a broken piece of roof tile over the edge, counting seconds until impact. Three. “This shitty little town’ll still look like garbage in the rear view. But,” You see a bit of his canine become exposed as a wide, nearly cruel smile forms on his face. “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure and all that shit, right?”

Your brothers, you think, that’s worth it. Your sister, your mother. The people who love you despite the one who doesn’t.

“Just like that?” You force a laugh, ignoring the stiffness in your bones. “Well. Remember me when you make it to the city, ‘kay?”

He stares, features turning blank before he nods, and whether you want to admit it or not, that look in his eye, that dangerous gleam, reminds you of his father. Of the way that, if given the opportunity, he would do anything for what he wanted, would burn the earth even if it meant he didn’t come out of the ashes. And then he looks back to the sky, and it’s gone.

You pretend that you don’t notice his tell, that the minute doesn’t tick on indefinitely, that he’s telling the truth, that just for a moment, you aren’t losing him.

“Just like that.”)

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[eggtartz]

✧ 4th October ✧

Overhaul // Hygiene Comes First (f! quirkless reader)

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warnings : manipulation, mention of abuse, usage of sanitizer as lubricant, hints of breeding kink if you squint, a tinge of stockholm syndrome

it was undeniable at how you were kai's favourite, given that you are quirkless that he views you as pure and isn't plagued by the sickness of these so-called quirks. given on your condition, once you were at a legal you were outcasted by your own family. by society but not him. not kai.

instead he sees you as a perfect pair for him, a bride and a wife fitting oh so perfectly by his side. it was too easy taking you away from the streets, not a single hero patrolling are when his members took you forcefully. though, he was impressed. when you arrived you were smeared with blood which was obviously not yours. he smirked behind his mask, deeming himself as incredibly lucky. "sit down, little one" he said as his members left, leaving him sitting on a couch while spreading his legs. "what do you want from me? I don't have anything valuable!" you sniffled, wrists restrained against the cuffs.

He stood and closed the distance between the two of you while slowly removing his mask and revealing his face that even the shie hassaikai rarely sees "i see you as valuable" he said in one breath "you are someone that im interested in "he pulled your hand, his gloved hands caressing yours "you might be abandoned by everyone but not me" you looked up "h- huh?"

"im asking if you would like to stay with me darling," he said almost sweetly, manipulation seeping into your vulnerable state and letting you ponder as your senses started to get cloudy. your hand started to shake with weakness "but.. why me? a quirkless person?" tears started to swell as he took your chin in hand, thumb caressing gently. "that's why. it's because youre not tainted, sweet heart. you're special" he whispered and you flinched at his warm his words affecting your heart even your soul. he smiled gently

"do you agree, y/n? i promise, you'll never have to suffer again" he coaxed you, even allowing himself to hug you despite the filth clinging to your body.

~ ♪

it was nice of kai to bathe you, occasionally squeezing your body too endearingly and too affectionately making you shudder. it felt odd when you were finally naked on the bed as kai spread your whole body with lotion with a vanilla fragrance. "you want this, right?" he asked again, hands dangerously around your crotch as he squirted more lotion into his hand

"y-yeah.. I don't know how to.. do it though" you managed to said in a squeak as he smiled "no worries, just lay down and relax yeah?" you nodded as he reached for the sanitizer on the nightstand. he might've scrubbed your body clean with antibacterial soap but your insides haven't. he needs more than soap in order to penetrate you properly.

"h-huh?" you looked down when he cocked the head of sanitizer at your cunt but shushes you. he pumped the sanitizer inside, the cold substance making you jump as it felt foreign (also considering you're a virgin) "need to make sure you're clean, sweetheart" he smiled and pushed two fingers inside, sanitizer as lube. you whimpered, as he pumped more sanitizer and added a third finger. he pushed them slowly inside and outside as you blinked away the tears. "t-too much!" you yelped

"you can do it, it's okay" he cooed, gloved hands went to squeeze your breast. you tried your best not to writhe but he eventually stopped. you saw how he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock from his boxers. "h-hah.." you panted, salivating at the curve of his tip which was leaking with precum.

"I need to clean you, darling. inside and out" he said, rubbing his cock while pumping sanitizer as lubricant. you hissed, the sanitizer becoming colder as it was exposed to the wind. kai made sure to pumped excessively so it'll fit just right I to pussy and he pushed. you groaned and bit your fist as kai's eyes rolled to the back of his skull. it was such a contrast on how cold the sanitizer felt but how warm your pussy was.

it fitted like a glove, just right and perfect. he gently held your hips and did one thrust before pumping one more of sanitizer before the bottle ran out so he threw it on the floor. he held your hand and thrusted slowly, making you mewl in pain as blood appeared on his cock and popped your cherry. he bit his gloves off and slowly flicked your clit making you see stars. "o-oh.." your eyes were wide as your breath was stolen, the feeling of your most sensitive bud getting toyed around was enough to send you over the edge.

"did my love just came? filthy girl, I need to seriously clean you now" he frowned although you can hear a hint of amusement in his tone. he started to pick up the pace, the sanitizer as lube drying up as he pounded into you. your back arched from the bed as you moaned "mmh!"

"that's a good girl, be my wife hm?" he mumbled againts your ear as he grunted, pressing his body on yours. your hands flail around as you find something to hold on, scratching his back "need! to- a-ah!" you moaned, squeezing your eyes tight as he pounded deeply into you. he straighten his body and stilled as he came inside you with a groan.

"take it.. take it and be the mother of children.. my perfect wife.." you panted as your body went limp, kai sat up abd observed your glossy pussy with oozing cum

"you're all clean now."