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thecuriousquest · 5 months

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Everything has a Price

Bisexual & Poly Yan!TodoBakuDeku x Fem!Reader

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug @palesweetscherryblossom

Warnings: Yandere themes, SFW, implied kidnapping, isolation punishment, neglect, starvation, conditioning, bisexual & polyamorous TodoBakuDeku, dominant behavior, aggressive behavior, I don’t know how frostbite works

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You realized fairly early on how to piss off your captor’s individually and combined.

If you want to upset Izuku, all you have to do is throw a tantrum. Cry, scream, kick, throw things. But you can’t stop even when he’s trying to calm you down. You have to bite the bullet, fight your declining energy because if you give in then it won’t work. You have to wail and flinch every time he tries to touch you, console you. If you do this long enough, he’ll end up in tears of frustration and sadness because you’re sad and he doesn’t know how to make you feel better.

If you want to piss off Bakugou, all you have to do is seem disinterested in anything he has to say. Every time he kisses you, you have to kiss him back and then look him dead in the eyes and say, “I’ve had better.” If he hugs you with a little squeeze, ask him, “Are you not going to the gym as much anymore? You feel a little weaker now.” Always talk to him with a lack of excitement. It will infuriate him.

Todoroki is a different story. He’s very unique compared to your two very sensitive captors. Not a lot of things piss him off. Throwing tantrums doesn’t work, and acting disinterested in anything he has to say or show you doesn’t help because he will just shrug it off and read a book or something. No, you have to hit him where it hurts the most. You have to do this one out of the blue. You can’t be arguing with him, you can’t be having a conversation with him before you say this. While he’s watching tv, tell him, “You remind me of your father,” and then don’t follow up with an explanation.

It will eat at him. He’ll sit there, wondering what you meant. He’ll try to ask you about it, but you just shrug and go back to whatever it is you were doing. He doesn’t get any sleep that night or for the remaining nights that week. It doesn’t work if you do it too often so space it out.

This is how you individually piss them off, though. Collectively, you have to target one of them when they’re all together. Don’t show favoritism. You have to verbally berate one of them in front of all of them, and it works even better if you attack Bakugou.

Deku loves his Kachan, and Shoto is pretty defensive of his boyfriend. Now all of them are mad, and you’re feeling very smug at having riled them up.

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However, you never expected things to turn out the way they do when you suddenly find yourself thrown into an empty shed in the dead middle of winter. Bakugou pushes you in with a nasty snarl grazing his lips. He points a stern finger at you as you cower in the corner.

“Alright, bitch, we’ve all had enough of your fucking shitty behavior! You want out? You’re gonna learn to appreciate what we give you in that house, and you won’t step foot inside until you do.”

The ash blonde slams the door shut behind him as he walks out. You hear a bunch of locks click from the outside.

So, here you are in a sweater and jeans, curled up in a corner, trying to fight off the winter air nipping at your goosebump covered flesh. You’re very grateful for your fuzzy socks. You curl your toes, hoping to gather some warmth.

You can see your own breath in the dim lighting of the shed.

The sun slips in and out of the sky over the course of two days. You’re only allowed this view because of a very small window, not one you can crawl through. You could probably only stick your hand outside if you broke it. However, you don’t need anymore problems.

Stomach growling, shivering with the frost bitten air, you bring your knees up to your chest and hide your face in the warmth of your elbow. If you hadn’t made them so angry so often, they wouldn’t have stuffed you in here. Rebuking yourself for your situation is all you can do, and it reduces you to whimpers and sniffles.

The door opens, and you see Katsuki’s boots stomp inside. He throws a bowl of rice at you. Cocking his elbow back, sending it towards your feet, and letting the plastic bowl crash. The grains spill everywhere by your sock-covered toes, but it’s the only warmth you’ve gotten over the last few days.

Before you can even say anything, the door is closing, and you can hear him stomp through the snow on the way back to the house.

Gathering up as much rice as you can, you hold it in your numb fingers, letting the steam soak into the pads of your digits. You only eat it once the food turns cold.

Bakugou, Todoroki, and Midoriya keep you like this for what you feel like is two weeks. You’ve only been able to stave off frostbite due to the warm meal you get once every two days along with the hot bottle of water thrown at you every morning. Bakugou is always the one delivering these things to you because you know if you started crying to the others, they would just bring you back inside. He never says anything to you, tuning out your pleas for mercy.

He walks inside the shed with no water or rice to give you, and you clutch your angry stomach. Katsuki tilts his head at you, analyzing you, trying to determine what’s going through your head.

“There’s a nice breakfast inside waiting for you. All warm and fresh. You want it?”

You nod, keeping your nose hidden in the crook of your elbow.

“Alright then. Beg.”

Sitting on your knees, you beg just like the explosion hero taught you.

“I’m so sorry I was bad, Master. I won’t do it ever again. I’ll be good now. I swear, I’ll be good. Please, can I go inside and eat? Please, please, Master?”

He runs his fingers through your hair, ruffling your scalp slightly. “That’s a good girl. You gonna stop pissing us off?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Come on then.” He picks you up, one arm under your back and the other under your knees. He takes you inside the house, and you feel the dramatic change in temperature instantly.

Shoto walks up to you, moving a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Breakfast is on the table, Snowflake.”

“What do you have to say to IcyHot and the nerd?”

You look down at your hands. “I’m sorry I was so bad. Thank you for letting me come back inside.”

“It’s alright, Bunny! I’m just glad you’re going to be a good girl now.” Izuku kisses you on the head, and you don’t move away from him this time.

Leaning your head on Bakugou’s chest, he takes you into the kitchen before setting you on a chair.

You begin eating, thinking about how everything has a price. Apparently, pissing them off has one as well.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere themes #triggering content #triggering themes #my hero acedamia #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere katsuki bakugou #yandere shoto todoroki #yandere izuku midoriya #yandere todobakudeku #poly todobakudeku #todobakudeku

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bakubunny · 5 months

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i’m rotting on bnha bunny!reader owners.

bakugo -> gosh just the thought makes my head fuzzy…. everyone thought a bunny would be the worst hybrid for him to pick, especially you, the most timid of them all. he scowled mean, but he was the nicest and gentlest of all the people you met. he didn’t get in your space when you hid behind furniture while other hybrids explored and played with potential owners. he just crouched down and held out his hand. sat there waiting quietly until you were ready to curiously sniff his hand. let you curl up next to him and in his lap while he silently pet you or let you show him what you were comfortable with. and he gives you the freaking world at home. did the most research beforehand because he wanted everything to be perfect for you. and it nearly was.

aizawa -> intended on getting a cat hybrid, but you were too sweet and doe eyed to resist. he doesn’t regret it one bit. takes the best care of you and is so soft and loving and… ugh. he doesn’t let you get away with anything, though. makes some of the best homemade food. loves snuggles more than he admits. insists on being the one to wash and care for your hair & ears because you’re his bunny to take care of. loves the soft down fur of your rabbit feet and how it contrasts with the rest of your human body. also loved watching you get to know his two actual house cats who were skittish at first because you looked and smelled so different. but now you play with them all the time.

kirishima -> you were his first choice, but he wasn’t your first choice. your first choice would have been the guy with a big scar on his eye siting quietly in the corner… or maybe the dark haired lady who was giving out so many head pets and ear scritches…. but kiri was very friendly and energetic… he was more like those puppy hybrids who were always so loud and up to something, but when he stretched out his hand, you gave him a chance. he had to learn how to temper himself around you as to not make you skittish, and you eventually warmed up to his loud, energetic personality. definitely gives the best snuggles ever. he’s super warm all the time, so you can’t help but curl up next to him. and he always cooes such sweet things when he’s petting you and holding you. he’s also super fun to play with and gets you lots of toys.

#tbh i see kiri as a puppy owner purely because he has golden retrievers energy but we’re going with a theme here #yes i did imply todomomo (or each of them separately) would also go for bunny hybrids #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #x reader #boku no hero #bakugou katsuki #aged up characters #kirishima eijirou #aizawa shouta #tw hybrids #🐺#bunny!reader

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mishy-mashy · 21 days

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Theory: some High-Ends use the corpses of past OFA users

There aren't tons of High-Ends. They can't be mass-produced so easily, and there's only one that's blatantly female, literally named Woman and with a tall, defined figure

Maybe Woman's original identity is already confirmed, but... she's similar to Nana in build, isn't she?

It's hinted that All For One actually kept Nana's corpse. How, 20+ years later, could he give Tenko his grandmother's pristine hand? Is he just keeping their hands? Or their actual corpses?

Also, when looking at corpses to give multiple Quirks to, One For All users are the best for this. Having inherited One For All, their bodies had maintained multiple Quirks when they were alive, even if they couldn't use more than their natural Quirk and One For All's physical ability. And to their bodies, One For All doesn't count as just one Quirk; the natural one, and Yoichi, are already too much for a human. But Shinomori shows that it counts each previous user's Quirk, on top of Yoichi's and one's own natural one.

Their bodies adjusted to holding multiple Quirks, and when they were alive, they didn't become deformed or lose brain function. They were perfectly fine, and only had shortened lives—but that doesn't matter as corpses.

Nomus go brain dead when they have multiple Quirks. But the past users didn't, being completely fine, making them perfect for Nomu development.

High-Ends can think. They're all physically powerful, and One For All users make the best basis, even from leftover embers and physique. So why not use that great base to make the best outcome Nomus (High-Ends)?

#originally this was going to focus on how hood could be shinomori cuz a lot of things line up #like pants; avoiding the strongest couldve been tweaked to looking for the strongest; that afo didnt know his face so named “Hood”#for theming; Endeavor burning him and saying to rest (shinomori gets a cremation and can relax [OFA]; and so on #but nope Hood is confirmed to be a boxer from some ring #(and the fact endeavor says Hood is like him from the past or future.. and that shinomori wanted to grow his strength as much as possible)#(for the factor.. so technically he wanted to be the strongest......)#BUT NOPE HOOD IS NOT SHINOMORI #it would really make sense if he were though #man #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #nana shimura #woman #nomu #ofa #one for all #spoilers #hikage shinomori #yoichi shigaraki #afo #all for one #imagine afo is keeping their corpses and sets them loose on midoriya who just destroyed the last of the consciousnesses #darkkk #edit: its mentioned shinomori had an autopsy so we know his cause of death AND GARAKI WORKS IN THE MORGUE.#GARAKI WAS ALIVE BACK THEN YKNOW #GARAKI WAS ALIVE FOR ALL THE USERS. HE COULD HAVE PRESERVED THEIR CORPSES AND TURNED THEM TO NOMUS

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doumadono · 5 months

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Hiya! This page was created due to the increasing inquiries about my Viking!Dabi AU. Firstly, I'm genuinely surprised and grateful for the overwhelmingly positive feedback on Kvitravn story. Many of you have expressed interest in one-shots within this particular AU, and in response, I've decided to dedicate an entire page to Viking-themed fics & one-shots. I hope you enjoy them!

If you'd like to request a one-shot or headcanons within the MHA Viking AU, please feel free to drop your ask in my askbox ⚔️

The playlist for the AU is available at this link

This page exclusively features stories crafted for the MHA Viking AU

KVITRAVN (viking!Dabi) - act I • act II • act III • act IV • act V • act VI • act VII

How to wield an axe - Dabi x male Reader A well-placed shield - Dabi x shieldmaiden!Reader Earl's favourite - earl!Hawks x thrall!Reader The naughty one - Bakugo x fem!Reader - NSFW

viking!Shoto & viking!Dabi - general headcanons viking!Shoto & viking!Dabi - general headcanons - NSFW

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viking Dabi fighting viking Shoto viking Dabi & viking Shoto viking Shoto viking Dabi viking Dabi 2 viking Dabi, viking Shoto & earl Endeavor

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galaxia-art · 1 year

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[image description: an illistration of all the one for all holders from the anime my hero academia. they’re all holding hands in a chain, in order of succession, with all might and deku in the bottom foreground, all the way to the first user at the top in the background, and behind him is all for one’s hand reaching for his head from the top of the image.

they’re in the ofa mindscape, surrounded by green tinted smoke framing them in a triangle shape, and behind them is beams of rainbow light reaching outwards. where each of their hands are holding, there’s a light emitting int he colour theme of the previous holder, and where all might is, the light is brighter and shining and he’s holding it out for izuku who is reaching towards that light. end id]

i am absolutely going to have to edit colours later so i can make this into a print.

also fun fact i coloured this al before 6, 4, 3, and 2nd’s colours were revealed. like a day before. and then my art program crashed and i lost all the colouring. life was telling me i needed to slow down a bit there.

anyway im super proud of this!! dont have time to do much big drawings so this was. a pain but i’m very happy!

also close up’s and alternate colours under the cut

[id: close ups of all of them, and unshaded close ups of the 6th, 4th, 3rd, and 2nd users with different colours. 3rd and 2nd have the same clothes, but 2nd has a slightly more reddish and lighter hair, while 3rd has a light purple. 4th has pale pink hair and light purple eyes, and indigo and black clothes. 6th has a slightly blue tinted jacket with grey arm bandages, and blue eyes. end id]

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 4 months

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Pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Todoroki!Reader

Warnings: siblingxsibling incest, just wanted a reason to write dabixsister smut, filth, non con, agedup!reader, prohero!reader, dub con, turn back now while you still can, slightly naive reader, nicknames used, degradation, cannibalism mentioned in passing, cunnilingus, 18+ only, children protect thine eyes and avert your gaze to something sweeter

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Summary: Uh oh, looks like Dabi has finally caught you.

“Pretty girl” Dabi cooes before his tongue makes a long, flat strip along the slit of your pussy making you meal and arch your hips up to meet his mouth “My pretty girl.”

God how corrupt he was. So much so that he didn’t care that he dragged his baby sister along to damnation.

Fuck did it feel good though as his fingers dig into the swell of your ass, controlling your movements. The strong, long muscle of his tongue fucking your cunt into oblivion. You didn’t care about forsaking your family when Dabi was between your legs having himself a grand ol’ time making you cry out his name.

He was cruel in his affections. Though Dabi made sure it was a cruelty that had your thighs quacking and ass clenching in his palms.

You feel like your clit is about ready to combust from his abuse of it. Dealing it nips with his teeth when you tried to move away from him. A small punishment compared to the lovebites that trail along the inside of your thighs. There’d be no way to hide them with the tights of your usual costume. Dabi dealt with them quickly.

Face burning from the intensity of his lips. The slight slippery texture of the staples along his mouth felt every now and then.

You try and crawl away from him for the upteenth time, but Dabi's fingers dug harder into the muscles of your thighs. He made sure you weren't going anywhere until he was done.

You tried fighting against him. The entirety of your fight you mentally chastise yourself for falling for Dabi's trap. For a while you'd been able to evade him in this cat and mouse game. Shoto would be able to talk you out of confronting Dabi in whatever dark corner he was lurking in.

Wanting to apprehend him before he hurts the rest of your family drove you to seek him out. As long as he lived you and Shoto would never be able to break free from the harm Enji Todoroki as long as Dabi lived. He would hold this against not just the man he had main beef with, but harmless Natsuo and Fuyumi too. Dabi would keep reminding the public what Endeavor did to his wife and kids and how the world would now pay for it.

Tried resisting the urge to fall for his taunts, his mocking little names that he attached to you. Your older brother needed to be stopped. And if anyone could go toe to toe with Dabi, it was possibly you. Endeavor was still wary about fighting his own son whom he'd thought dead. And while Shoto possessed his half and half quirk, the heat of his flames couldn't compare to Dabi's bright blue.

However, the heat of your blinding white flames could give Dabi a run for his money.

Heat and combustion converge to birth a transcendent luminosity. Well, that was how Shoto often described it. You never knew he was a poet.

That night just wasn't your night.

You were already running low on fumes by the time you encountered Dabi.

It was like he was waiting for this perfect opportunity where you weren't in peak condition to detect his footsteps approaching. Not even the reek of cigarettes that clung to him tipped you off.

Now you found it near impossible. Body betraying every rational thought that was trying to breach past the surface as he devoured you from the inside out. Plus he threatened using a quirk-destroying drug on you. The very same that robbed the now pro-hero known as Lemillion when he was younger.

The prospect of losing your quirk was worse than being assaulted. You didn't know what he would do once you were caught. Never thinking it could become reality. Initially you think maybe he'll kill you and throw your corpse at Endeavor and Shoto's feet. Rub in another victory for the villains.

Hungry. So fucking hungry Dabi was when the moment came where he finally caught you. You were fast, like a shooting star, when you used your fire quirk to propel yourself through the sky. Like Endeavor did. But Dabi wanted it more. Since first reconnecting with his beloved sister, it was all Dabi could think of. His dreams were plagued by your sweet mewls.

Fingers rip away the material of the bottom of your uniform with vengeful talons.

The same fingers that now delve past your sopping wet folds that have a vice squeeze around the digits as you squeal, attempting once more to put distance between you and Dabi yet also bucking your hips against his fingers.

What scared you most about this whole thing was how mind numbingly amazing he was making you feel.

Oh it was fucked up for sure that he made you sob and cry from the pleasure that choked you. His obscene slurping of your pussy actually accomplished in making you more wet.

The first man to touch you like this. . . and it was Touya of all people. Your older brother. Someone who was supposed to protect you.

You feel sick like you're on the verge of throwing up. But each time you think you were going to hurl, a surge of pleasure courtesy of Dabi's tongue and fingers pulled you from the brink. Felt like he was giving you whiplash as you went from crawling out of your skin in disgust and earth shattering ecstasy.

Did you want him to stop? Yes. . . No. . . You didn't know anything anymore. Your life was already terrible in the past and you barely just finished healing from what Endeavor put the family through. This was something not even your therapist should know about.

When you try to cover your face from the heat of your own shame, Dabi hisses and viciously bites your labia. Up until then you'd been moderately quiet but that bite caused you to cry out loud.

"Nuh-uh. Let me see your fucking face, Miss Hero. Wanna see the dumb expression on it when I make you come." He takes another vicious nip to your labia, making sure you would obey unless you wanted your pussy to become his chew toy. Tremors run through your arm as it slides away from your face to reveal the beads of tears that accumulate in your eyes and the bright red hue of your cheeks. Your bottom lip is chewed raw from your efforts to remain quiet.

How pathetic. You were supposed to be a prohero yet there you were splayed out in front of your villainous brother.

When your thighs seize and your body quakes, your head grows hazy and so light that you think you'll faint. Your orgasm ricochets in your bones, slick walls of your cunt convulsing around Dabi's fingers. That shit eating grin flaming wider across that it puts stress on the staples that hold his face together.

"Haa. . ." A breath is exhaled from him as he cruelly slides his finger out of you, fighting against your vice grip on them. "What would our father have to say about your behavior?" The crotch of his pants grow uncomfortable, the head of his cock smooshed against his zipper. Oh, the thought of Endeavor finding the both of you in this compromising position got him even harder. The shock that would seize the face of Japan's number one hero.

And if the rest of the world found out, well better for Dabi. Everyone would know that you belong to him. That he alone tainted the baby of the Todoroki family. The Spare Twin that no one cared much for. Your big brother doubts there's anyone in the world who adores and loves you more than he does.

His thumb smears the mess of your pussy across your puffed and tender. Enjoying the way you whine and squirm as he continues to overstimulate your already tender cunt. He knew you would be delicious, but never anticipated you being this fucking good. Dabi didn't want to pull away but there was more fun to be had before anyone goes looking for you.

For a moment he thinks back to the phone in his back pocket. A titillating idea comes to his mind of taking a picture of you in this state and anonymously sending it to Endeavor's agency.

Dabi wanted to enjoy this moment though. Possibly for the first time in years, Dabi manages to push Endeavor far out of his mind. Instead he lets himself be consumed by the sight of your chest heaving and the bright red that rose to your cheeks. You half-heartedly glare at him. He had half the mind to steal you. Take you away. Tomura highly advised against it. While you weren't the show stopper like Shoto, you were still very important to the public eye. They didn't need the heroe's efforts growing tenfold because a fellow prohero was kidnapped by them.

Instead, Dabi would just have to take what he could get and attempt to display discipline though he felt like a ravenous animal as he grazes his teeth against your skin. Your body radiates heat against his tongue, salt from your sweat delighting his taste buds. How on earth was it possible for someone to taste so good? It made him contemplate cannibalism. Would your meat taste just as good?

His hand lands on his belt, contemplating the pretty mess he's made of you. He'd have to wait until next time to truly claim you.

Leaning down to your pussy lips one more, Dabi gives it a passionate kiss that has you squealing once more. "Until next time, Miss Hero."

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incorrect-bkdk-quotes · 2 years

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Drunk Izuku, texting: Kacchan! I've been kidnapped and I'm in no shape to fight on my own... quick, send backup!

Katsuki, reading the text and slowly turning around in the driver's seat: It's me, you damn nerd! And I'm taking you home!!

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whistle-whisper · 4 days

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#dark themes #dark manga #dark aesthetic #b&w aesthetic #manga aesthetic #mangacap #manga cap #manga #black and white #monochrome #manga art #manga panel #b&w #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha

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shygloom · 2 years

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All In A Day’s Work

Characters: Enji Todoroki & fem!reader

Tags/CW: Smut, Size difference/kink, Breeding kink, Creampie, Manhandling(Mating-press), Soft Reader, Domestic Fluff, Gender Roles, Housewife Reader, Headcanon: Enji Todoroki has big balls - and I talk about them

Word Count: 809

Summary: Enji Todoroki is far from a boy. He’s bulky, strong. But you, his wife, often leave him feeling like one, and often akin to that of a horny teenager. He loves coming home to your soft pretty self, and giving you what you want, what you deserve.

What a thing, leaving a man like him standing at attention, chasing after a little pretty thing’s approval. You revered Enji, in the way you giggled and shied at his presence; calling him “cool” over the smallest things. It made him irrational, pining after you like a school boy. Often, akin to that of a horny teenager—god—he believed it to be bad. So bad. Obsessive. Enji Todoroki is far from a boy. He’s bulky, strong. Speckles of gray showered his red hair, crow's feet settled in light permanence on his aging, but well aged, face.

Enji is unbelievably attracted to you, his wife. He has you to call home. Feels emotionally safe and secure. He can tell you love him, all soft and protective over him—him—he couldn’t believe it—couldn’t believe you.

Permanent intoxication lied in his wake—he’d follow it happily. The way you spoke, words laced with freedom, freedom in yourself, humble confidence and intelligence; the way you moved, innocently sinful at times; the way you dressed; the way you melted at his fingertips, looked up to him, and more.

“Confident you’re my weakness," he whispered.

His tone low, wanting, mass overhead softly crushing your weight into silk pillows and blankets; feeling heavenly swarmed. Enji stared down with robust, seeping, perverted conviction, and lowered, ghosting at your lips, before planting a kiss on the temple.

You both loved to kiss and entrench your bodies into one another, not an inch of space between you two. Your warmth always inviting, legs slack, open, and malleable. However, this moment was different, he had you beneath him, thighs pressed to your chest—in a mating press. One thing hooked on his mind, to breed his baby girl—purposeful hands had shoved your frilled cotton panties to the side, as your summer dress rose to pool at the waist.

He was fully clothed, navy blue trousers low on his hips, suspenders hanging off his sizable arms. You had gripped the collar of his white tee for a moment.

Enji knew your body so well, guided his cock towards your folds, eyes to yours, stretching out his wife for the first time that day. You sighed happily at his tip lathering your entrance walls, and you clenched around him.

“Missed me?” Enji asked, further folding his girl into soft fabric. “I missed you,” he added.

A tense smile. He was desperate to sink himself home.

Swollen balls hung nicely, and big, between your cheeks, and you flustered at the implication—your man big and heavy, tired from endless work, but the definition of exceptional virility nonetheless.

Protective, yet merciless with your cunt.

Always patient, kind, and respectful with your doting self.

You always looked after his needs, determined in keeping you both happy and healthy, with warm homemade meals, clean home, and peaceful atmosphere.

Always greeting his presence at the door, kind smiles and soft giggles as you take his coat—anticipation for the coming shared domesticity.

You were his soft place to land.

Lidded eyes gazed at your lithe form beneath him, breath hitched “baby, please. sometimes I worry that I’ll break you”—your reply cut off by a deep roll of his hips into your wet, glistening cunt—you couldn’t help but let your cheek fall into the pillow, sensual bliss pooling in your lower stomach. Yearning to touch, embrace your husband, and drown him in your affection; the smallest of movements rendered you needy, always; and always pleading for more. But the words died in your throat. His very being consumed your thoughts; feeling thankful for his cock, his words, his hard work—the respect you had for the man.

Enji’s balls but first a light thud between you two, caressing your intimate parts with every slow, deep, meaningful thrust into his keening girl.

“Like it when I fuck you like this?” he hummed.

You told him it felt so good—so good—he feels so good—incoherent splatters of praises for him mingled with thankyouthankyous spilled out from what he found to be pretty lips.

The slap of skin to skin contact increased in volume; your cream on his cock as wetness pooled below, lathering his balls. A desperate chuckle ripped from Enji’s chest,“look at you…”

He fucked you rough and dirty, balls swelling and tightening. Rough hands, soft words, low guttural groans of “fuck.” Your baby getting close as he fucked through your orgasm, drawing out your high whimpers. His final onslaught might have wavered in intensity, but Enji was determined to piston inside, stuffed your needy cunt with shallow thrusts. His pubic bone, dressed in unruly hairs, smothered yours; grinding into your hole, and burying his cock as it pooled a hefty load of cum inside.

Enji swelled with pride, his wife well fucked, well bred. All in a day's work.

#smut #boku no hero academia smut #bnha smut #Enji Todoroki smut #enji todoroki x reader #gloomwrites #enji smut #alRIGHT the next stuff I'm writing is going to be different #these are my favourite themes but BUT #enji x reader

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decarbry · 2 years

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when the good die young

day 1: grotesque

#shouta aizawa #kurogiri #boku no hero academia fanart #Aizawa fan art #eraserhead #trying an Aizawa-themed October challenge without taking it too seriously so no promises #starting it off with some erasercloud feels LMAO happy October #the prompt list I'm using is by jellibeenart on ig

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honehonn3honey · 2 years

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#old art #kirideku #bnha #bnha kirishima #kirishima eijirou #Kirishima #deku #midoriya fanart #midoriya izuku #manga art #drawings #digital illustration #digitalart #my hero academia #〔 ꒰ 💭 ꒱ thoughts: kirishima 〕#〔 ꒰ 💭 ꒱ thoughts: izuku 〕#〔 theme: boku no hero academia 〕#〔 honneydraws✩°˖🫐 ⋆｡˚꩜˙ 〕

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thecuriousquest · 5 months

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Learning Opportunity

Yandere!Shouta Aizawa x Fem!Reader x Yandere!Hitoshi Shinso

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, non con touching, non con references, non con sex, brief non con fingering, pseudoincest/stepcest, abusive behavior, sexually abusive behavior, creepy step dad, creepy step brother, non consensual spanking, punishment spanking

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It’s been at least three months since your mother passed away, leaving you with your deranged step father and somewhat creepy step brother. You do your best to avoid them, only coming out of your room when necessary, but it’s so difficult living with the two of them.

Your step dad usually comes into your room at night, sitting on your bed. You stiffen under the covers as he slides his hand along your back, smoothing calloused fingers over your soft flesh. He guides his hand along your lower back, dipping further and further until his fingers ghost the doughy hill of your ass.

You cry, a soft whimper escaping wet and parted lips.

He usually leaves once you start sobbing uncontrollably. Usually. Sometimes, he likes listening to you cry, likes listening to the hitched whine in your voice as his hand travels deeper and deeper between your legs.

These are the days where he wakes up next to you, naked, but you didn’t sleep the entire night. Not after what your step dad did to you.

More often than not after school, Hitoshi will make snacks for the two of you, and he tries to feed them to you. He will…intimidate you into opening your mouth. He stands over you, tall and unmoving like a mountain, holding that fucking dumpling in his hand. He whispers into your ear for you to be a good girl and obey Toshi-nii.

You take a shaky breath, closing your eyes to block out the sting prickling in your orbs and the burn in your nose as you open your mouth for him. He sticks his meaty fingers in your mouth, brushing your tongue as he feeds you your afternoon snack. Hitoshi leaves his fingers lingering on your lips as he smiles while watching you chew your food.

You can’t help but sniffle as he places you on his lap, turning the tv on so you two can watch a movie or a show together. Of course there’s an entire plate of snacks for the two of you to munch on. The only rule is you can’t feed yourself. No. Toshi-nii swats your hand away with a light smack whenever you try it. If you want more to eat, you’d better ask him, and don’t even think about complaining when he feeds you.

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You thought you could get some peace showering, but you were wrong. Aizawa placed a new rule where you have to tell him when you’re about to shower. He’s never left in the dark with your nude secrets. He checks over your goosebump flesh, making sure nobody scratched or bruised his little girl. He undresses you slowly, letting you quiver and tremble slightly harder with every passing item of clothing that he drops on the floor. Soon, he’s pressing you up against the wall of the shower, your bare tits against the tile as he fucks into you, his scratchy pubes and balls smacking against your skin in such a rough manner it makes you scream into your palm.

Due to being unable to lock your door or even shut it, you feel eyes on you through the small crack, and you know it’s your brother watching you. You stand there frozen, unable to dress in your room. Now, you have to hide inside of your closet to get dressed.

You try your best to shower at school from now on.

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Recently, you’ve become a defiant little thing. You don’t abide by your curfew, not wanting to come home and have dinner with the two of them. So, you stay out as late as you can, ignoring both of their texts.

Your step dad’s messages convey his anger towards you while your step brother shows concern.

Aizawa: Where the hell are you? You better get your ass home right now if you know what’s good for you.

Hitoshi: Hey, sis, you okay? It’s getting kind of late. You should probably come home. I’m worried about you.

You roll your eyes and stay in the library, doing your homework until it closes. You grab dinner next from a convenience store, and then you decide to make your way home. Walking in with your backpack slung on one shoulder, you shut the door behind you.

Your step dad appears in only seconds, rounding the hallway from the kitchen.

“And where the hell have you been, young lady?”

Sighing, you shrug your backpack onto the floor, taking your shoes off as well. “None of your business. I’m going to bed.” You just want to get away from him.

Hitoshi walks down the steps. He stops when he sees you. “Hey, sis, where have you been? It’s kind of late. You missed dinner.”

“Can the both of you get off of my fucking back?” You don’t like this, don’t like how they have trapped you. One is in front of you, the other blocking your path to your room.

No, you really don’t like this at all.

A quick hand reaches out for your hair, the other popping your mouth. Aizawa drags you close to him, chest to chest.

“You don’t really have the room to be talking like that, you know?”

He drags you into the living room, plopping down on the couch, forcing you to stand between his parted knees. His hand is still tight in your locks, forcing you to bend at an odd angle.

You press your hands against his chest to steady yourself, to fight the inevitable

“You’ve been a really bad girl lately. I’m not going to let you continue with this behavior. As your father-”

“You’re not my fucking father, you asshole! Fathers don’t rape their daughters! You’re just a fucking pervert, a monster!” you shout in his face, flecks of spit landing on his cheeks and nose.

Shouta wipes the saliva off with the sleeve of his shirt with a grunt before draping you over his sturdy thigh. He looks at his son who is standing idly by in the doorway of the living room.

“Shinso, come here.”

His son strides over lazily with hands in his pockets. “Yeah, Dad?”

“Have you ever given anyone a spanking before?”

You wriggle with mortification, not wanting to endure this any longer. “Please, don’t-”

“Hush,” Aizawa scolds as he delivers a swat to your upturned bottom.

You yip and hang your head in absolute shame.

“So, have you, Shinso?”

“No, Dad, I haven’t.” A grin appears on the teenager’s face, knowing what direction this is going in.

“Well then, I think this will be a great learning opportunity for you.”

With that, he raises his hand for a flurry of skin blazing smacks. You rear your head again, writhing across the older man’s lap as your legs scissor.

“I’m starting over her skirt because I want to build up the sting in layers. It doesn’t hurt as much now, but it will once we take away some of her protection.”

Doesn’t hurt as much now? Is he fucking shitting you? It hurts like fucking hell!

“You really want to focus on the lower half of her bottom and the upper half of her thighs. You don’t want to end up hitting her tailbone or anything on the lower back. That can cause unnecessary damage,” he explains to his son.

“Oh, I see. That makes sense,” Hitoshi responds. “She sure is kicking a lot.”

“Yeah, if it gets annoying, you can always just pin them down like this-” Aizawa puts a leg over both of yours, effectively trapping them.

“This isn’t fair! You’re humiliating me!” you scream into the couch cushions.

“If she starts being a little too mouthy, you can always take away a layer of clothing,” your step dad informs Hitoshi as he hikes up your skirt around your waist. “See, she’s already a nice shade of pink.” He pats the swell of your bottom, and it causes you to wince.

“Can I touch it?” Shinso asks tentatively.

“Sure, kid.” Amusement laces your step father’s tone, and you groan out of mortification as you feel Hitoshi’s fingers graze over your spanked flesh.

You hiss sharply as he pokes it.

“Fucking get off of me!” You try to kick your pinned legs as you push on Shouta’s thigh.

“That’s enough out of you, young lady.”

The spanking resumes as he pushes down on your back. A sob climbs up your throat, past a knot that you wish you could swallow. Shaking your head, you shoot an arm back to try and protect your backside from his onslaught.

“No, I hate you! I hate you both so much! Stop it!”

You feel his hand come down even harder but at a slower pace. It’s agonizing, leaving you breathy with tears all over your face.

“Now, Hitoshi, this is usually when I like to take down her underwear. You want to do the honors, kid?”

You look up at your step brother. He has the same expression akin to whenever he wants to feed you something. He slowly, ever so painfully slowly, drags your cotton panties down to your knees.

Lacking any protection, your punishment starts again. You catch a glimpse of Hitoshi’s hard cock as he palms himself through his pants.

It makes you want to vomit.

How could someone who is supposed to be your dad do this to you? How could someone who’s supposed to be your big brother treat you like this? How could your fucking mother die and leave you with these two creeps?

You hold onto a pillow on the couch, crying into it as you’re forced to lie over your step father’s knee and take whatever he plans to give you.

“And when she’s all sweet and compliant, that’s when you know she doesn’t have any fight left in her. You’re free to do whatever you want with her after that.”

Shouta makes an example out of you by hefting you up onto his lap, holding you closely.

He whispers in your ear, “There’s my good girl. You be good for Daddy now, okay? Be a good girl for me.” You feel his fingers slide beneath your skirt and into the folds of your slit.

Your chest heaves as you sob even harder against his shoulder. He’s right, though. You’re too tired to fight back. All the energy has left your body from fighting him during your spanking, and you simply sit there on your step dad’s lap and sob.

You don’t want to be spanked again after all.

Hitoshi lowers the zipper on his pants, pulling his cock free as he strokes himself.

“So, we can do anything with her now?” your step brother inquires.

“Anything you want. It’s not like she has room to disagree.”

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nuppu-nuppu · 1 year

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Posting these cosplay pics again because I miss summer

#and also i have nothing else to give you #i know it’s not the best cosplay in the world but I felt so good as Kacchan #maybe I’ll cosplay him again #i really want like a kacchan themed hoodie or something so i could wear it at conventions #bakugou katsuki cosplay #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha cosplay #bakugou katsuki #kacchan #mha cosplay

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airanke · 5 months

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This super tiny sprite turned out so nice!!! The saddest thing is that if you are primarily a mobile Tumblr user, you won't really ever see it on the blog itself - but I love it!!!

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doumadono · 5 months

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Can I ask for Viking Dabi being pinned down by a female reader during their training? (she's a shieldmaiden)

A/N: here you go, darling! ♥

KVITRAVN - MHA VIKING AU

In the rugged terrain of the Viking training grounds, Dabi casually strolled over to a group of shieldmaidens immersed in their practice. His half-lidded eyes scanned the scene as he observed the female warriors honing their skills with shields in hand.

"So, girls, how's the training going?" Dabi inquired, leaning against a nearby post with his trademark nonchalant demeanor.

The female shieldmaiden, who had caught his attention earlier, stepped forward, a smirk playing on her lips. "We're perfecting the art of pinning down our opponents, care to join, my lord?"

Dabi chuckled, "Maybe later. Just making sure you're not getting rusty out here."

As the shieldmaidens continued their drills, Dabi's eyes followed the graceful movements of their shields and the strategic strikes they executed. His casual interest turned into genuine curiosity, and he found himself drawn to the intricacies of their training.

The shieldmaiden who had challenged him earlier grinned, "You're welcome to join anytime, my lord. But be prepared for a lesson in humility."

Dabi raised an eyebrow, "Humility, huh? That's not really my style. And what's your name, woman?

"It's Y/N," she replied.

Dabi, after observing for a while, decided to join in on the action. With a nonchalant smirk, he chose the Y/N as his opponent.

The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as Dabi and Y/N squared off, swords clashing in a display of skill and determination. The training ground became a stage for their fiery exchange, each strike and parry a testament to the unexpected camaraderie that had formed between the warrior and the shieldmaiden. The clash of their swords echoing through the air.

The shieldmaiden skillfully maneuvered, using her shield to parry Dabi's fiery attacks. The two circled each other, a dance of blades and wit.

"So, Y/N, any special moves up your sleeve?" Dabi quipped, twirling his sword.

She grinned, swiftly changing tactics. With a swift move, she managed to disarm Dabi and pin him down with her shield against his chest. "Looks like I've got you where I want you," she declared triumphantly as she sat on his lap, squeezing his sides with her knees.

Dabi, unfazed, raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Well, well, this is an interesting turn of events. Didn't know you had a thing for pinning men down."

"Consider it a lesson, hotshot," she replied, a playful glint in her eyes. "Even the fieriest flames can be tamed by a well-placed shield," she grinned.

Dabi couldn't help but appreciate the unique challenge presented by his shield-wielding opponent. "So, what's your secret weapon, hmm? Charm, or just this sturdy shield?" he inquired with a sly grin as he let one of his hands rest on her knee.

She leaned in, their faces inches apart, and whispered, "Maybe a bit of both, my lord. You'll never know."

Eventually, she released him from the pinned position, and they both stood, catching their breaths.

His gaze swept her figure, lingering from the bottom up, until his turquoise eyes met hers. "Tomorrow, same place, same time. I want to train with you a little more," he declared, grinning slightly.

She responded with a cocky smirk, "Sure thing, Endeavorson. But don't expect me to go easy on you. You might need more than a little training to keep up with this shieldmaiden."

#viking!Dabi #viking dabi #mha viking au #vikings au #viking themes #dabi #touya x reader #touya todoroki #mha dabi #dabi boku no hero academia #touya todoroki fluff #dabi fluff #mha fluff #bnha fluff #todoroki touya #touya todoroki x reader #touya x y/n #mha x reader #mha x y/n

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