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frickingnerd · 6 months
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stain meeting a shapeshifter
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pairing: akaguro chizome / stain x gn!reader
tags: fluff, undefined relationship
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the first time you met stain, you had shifted into a cat and he mistook you for a stray
while stain might have strong feelings about the humans around him, a lot of negative feelings as well, he doesn't despise animals
believing you were just a harmless stray, he tossed you some food in front of your paws, before going on with his day
the two of you kept crossing paths, with him always keeping his distance, yet tossing you treats
until one day he actually spotted you shifting into your human form…
stain was surprised, though he was mostly intrigued by you
why hadn't you avoided him after your first encounter? 
with his reputation, anyone would've avoided him, fearing they'd be the next victim, even if stain only targeted 'heroes'
after that revelation, stain continued to toss you treats, acting as if nothing had changed, though he began to talk to you
just a few harmless sentences that wouldn't give away that he knew you were a shapeshifter, yet could also be seen in a different light
"aren't you scared of me, little one~?"
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quirkfics · 2 years
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Im so glad you're back! Can i have bargain with stain pls?
There’s no time to second guess your decision. No time to backtrack or plead, when the only noise you can make is a wordless scream as you throw yourself in front of her. You still brace yourself for a blow, still throw out an arm to keep the woman you’re shielding well out of harm’s reach- The blow never lands. 
It takes you a moment to realize it. To feel anything beyond the tightness in your lungs and the shuddering of your limbs. You’re not dead, and neither is the monstrous woman quivering before you on the floor, still bleeding from his initial swipe. Hesitant, half convinced you’ve hallucinated the entire evening, you look over your shoulder, expecting the room to be empty. 
“Move,” crackles through the room, his clawed arm still poised, mid-swing. You flinch and his eyes gleam, turning a shimmering red. “She tried to sacrifice you, to bargain away your life. Move and let her face this trial with her own meager abilities.”
“I-I can’t stand back and watch her die.”
He huffs, arm dropping, amused by your bravery. His shadowy tongue lolls out of his mouth to drag over his claws, just barely stained with her blood. “Then your soul is worth more than hers, thrice over. I’ll bargain with you,” he rasps, taking a menacing step outside of the scuffed chalk markings, “and be happy for the chance. Now, move.”
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trashcanfills · 1 year
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Bruh why the FUCK did I get Stain from My Hero Acdemia in my dreams TWO TIMES IN A ROW???
My brain just can’t give me a break with this noseless bastard huh.
Anyone wondering what the dreams were: First one seemed like it was in an au where Stain becomes an Underground Hero instead. I was apparently a quirkless vigilante and was to unofficially support the Underground Hero Team in a mission to uncover some villain grp’s illegal activities in the hideout I discovered.
I was literally working overtime to keep the operation from failing cus some underground heroes did a couple of Oopsies and I had to cover for those while keeping up with other heroes as support, which Stain noticed and was somewhat impressed by? So he approached me, begrudgingly paid me a backhanded compliment and Eraserhead (yes this guy was part of the team and also was my main contact throughout since I wasnt allowed in the Hero comms oof) called him out lol and was bruh u were JUST commenting through the comms how efficient and effective their support was, which is practically your equivalent of singing praises to them and Stain became mildly flustered. Yes we did hook up in the end :^)
The second was one where he was still a villain like the canon universe, and I was a villain as well (likely for lov and somehow he was convinced?). Somehow WE had to infiltrate a HERO-affiliated organisation to obtain some information/documents and there was some event that allowed the public to visit and check the place out, which we took advantage of and posed as ordinary citizens lololololololol.
Hilariously, he was mostly disgruntled with the situation and kept attempting to go into restricted areas immediately to go speedrun the mission and I was like WHDJDIEJJS NO because ITS NOT THE RIGHT TIME TO DO SO and IT JEOPARDISES THE MISSION so I have to sneak around and forcibly drag him back. At some point I had to hug him by the arm while we are walking so I could keep him stuck with me and NOT GO AROUND ON HIS OWN LIKE A LONE WOLF FOR GODS SAKE STOP. >:((((
God that dream was stressful and I was so relieved when we managed to get what we wanted and leave. Then that bastard made some offhand comment abt being able to complete the mission faster if I let him do his shit instead to which I was like excuse me bitch I rather we finished it without having any long term consequences like i dunno leaving any evidence and have Heroes/the security staff noticing, which is sth YOU WOULD HAVE DONE BY STORMING IN AND KILLING THEM FUCKING DUMBASS.
These might become actual stories snippets one day if I bother to write them out but for now just have them as these brainrot ideas here
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lesinquietes · 5 months
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Imagine Shigaraki forcibly taking you as his pet and everyone in the League is kinda chill about it — except Spinner.
Tw; abusive behaviour, angst, kidnapping, noncon (implied), yandere
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The others don’t notice the little things he does. They don’t see the marks peeking out beneath your sparse clothing, or the haunted expressions that overtake you when you think no one’s paying attention. He does, though; he blames his perceptive nature.
Unfortunately, noticing these sorts of things are conflicting when the root of the problem is his friend. On one hand, he wants to support Tomura’s pursuits. He’s always believed them to be noble, even if they’ve diverged from rationality. Spinner would proudly declare him a close confidant. On the other, he knows that Stain wouldn’t do something like this to a civilian, and didn’t he enter the League under the premise that he would uphold his ideals? It’s conflicting. But the more he watches Shigaraki traumatize you, the more he realizes he’s condoning something terribly wrong.
So, what does he do? Try to reason with his boss, of course. It’s not like he has any other viable options.
He catches Tomura leaving the dining room one evening. It’s perfect. Everyone else is either asleep or away. The conversation seems to go well at first; then, it takes a spin into the dark side.
It turns out AFO was the one who told him to capture you, that your purpose is stress relief so he can operate the League. Tomura makes it clear that something big is going to happen soon. Things are going to change. He knows what he does to you — how he takes his frustrations out on your mind and body — may not be just, but it’ll help them achieve their goal of overthrowing hero society.
For a moment, Spinner asks himself if the ends justify the means. He ponders what Stain would say, if he were here instead of locked away in Tartarus. Would he say there’s a better way? Would he propose a cleaner execution to achieve the objective?
But Shigaraki is his own man. As much as he wants to compare the two, it’s unjust and incomplete of him. He chooses to trust Tomura’s judgement, even though his gut directs him otherwise.
He’s tries to ignore your whimpers at night, and whenever Tomura gets a bit too rough with you in a tense meeting. He tries to turn a blind eye to the way you glance anxiously around the room of villains, searching for someone who gives a damn — all you get in return is the likes of Dabi leering at you. But what he finds the most difficult to deflect is when you sob as Tomura drags you away, no doubt to his bedroom for a few hours to diffuse his souring mood.
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bakubunny · 6 months
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thinkin abt chizome (stain) goin down on you bc i just know that mouth of his tongue fucks better than anyone.
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mini gremlins: @dcsiremc @bookcluberror @zazter-den @i-literally-cant-with-this @r4td0lll
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daisies-daydreams · 11 months
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Stain NSFW Headcanons
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Warnings: Like...everything under the sun.
A/N: Time for 2 AM horny thoughts.
Side Note: The gif 👀😩
(Headcanons below the cut)
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Sorry, but Stain's aftercare game is sorely lacking. He's more likely to kiss you before slipping out of bed and back into the dark night. You’d have to bring it up to him if you really want it. Stain would be a bit awkward with aftercare at first, but he'll get better with practice.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His favorite body part on himself is his hands. Sure, he uses them to dispose of “fake” heroes, but he also sees it as a way of protecting you and innocents. His favorite body parts on you are your breasts and eyes. He loves to grab and knead your breasts when he has you writhing beneath him or riding on top of him. Stain adores eye contact while he’s fucking you senseless, because it gives him a sense of belonging and confidence.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Stain loves to cum on your breasts. He’ll jerk himself off sometimes, his thighs slotted against your upper arms, his long tongue lolling out of his parted lips as he paints his thick cum across your clavicle and tits. His favorite place to cum, though, is inside of you. He feels like he’s claiming you as his and his alone. There’s a lot of it, too, and he loves to shove it back inside when it leaks out of your fucked out, puckering hole.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Stain stole your dirty underwear when you two were first starting to get to know each other. For several weeks, he jerked himself off in his dingy apartment as he constantly inhaled the scent of your musk and lapped at your panties. Stain’s never cummed so hard in his entire life.
(He still has the underwear at his apartment). 👀🤭
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
I think he’d have little experience with how devoted he is to his mission. He might’ve had a few one-night stands, but that’s about it. It surprised Stain when he kept wanting to see you again and again, each time increasing with intensity and desire. He watched a little bit of porn when he was a teenager, too, so he’d know some basic things (and some not so basic things).
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary, or any position where you’re below him and he can still see your face twist in pleasure. Mating press would be a close second. There’s just something intoxicating about spreading your legs wide and folding you in half while he stuffs you with his cum over and over again. Cowgirl would have to be his third, since he gets to see your tits bounce and jiggle in front of his face as you slide up and down his thick cock.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Definitely serious. Stain might tease you a little, but sex is something he wants to savor for the majority of it.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He has a wild bush growing down there. Stain never saw it as necessary to groom himself, so it’s an untamed cluster of thick, black curls. (He might trim it up a bit if you ask him, though).
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Not very romantic (sorry). He’s more feral than anything, growling and snarling and manhandling you as he pumps his cock into you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Stain masturbated before he met you, though the frequency was pretty scarce. Now that he has you, though, his urge to jerk off is almost non-existent.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
I think Stain has a hidden praise kink, like if you were to say “You’re such a good boy”, he’d freeze while pounding you and just go 😳😶. Praising him will always give him a boost, since most of what he’s known in his life is rejection or neglect from other people.
Stain definitely has a bondage kink, too, and would be persistent with using his Quirk on you (only with your permission, though).
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
100% the bedroom. When he fucks you on the bed, he gets to watch as you unravel beneath him while he can view his cock plugging into your sweet pussy. He's fantasized about taking you from behind in a dark alley, though he's too well aware of the legal repercussions if both of you get caught.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Seeing you in tight-fitting clothing or randomly sitting in his lap. Also, small compliments or simple, lingering touches (poor thing is so touched starved 🥺).
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Shit/piss play is a big turn off for him. Pegging is also something he’s weary of and will refuse if you ask him.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Holy fuck, does this man love giving you oral. The sweet taste of your juices is intoxicating to him, let alone the feeling of your walls writhing around his wet muscle. He’s got a big tongue, too, so you know he could easily fill you up and rub your clit at the same time.
As for receiving, he enjoys it just as much as giving. Stain’s a little bit on the longer side so it would take some getting used to. The moment your lips are wrapped around the head of his cock, Stain swears he’s going to cum right there and then.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Stain is usually pretty rough with you (it's so easy for him to get pussy drunk😩). However, if he's feeling more relaxed, he'll more likely than not take his time with you, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Quickies are a norm with Stain, especially if he feels the need to release some pent up tension.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
Two words: knife play. He won’t do it if you’re uncomfortable, but given how many blades he’s packing, he's bound to bring it up eventually.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
This man’s stamina is through the fucking roof. Good luck trying to keep up with him, because even with his refractory period(s), he can go for a good four to five rounds, each lasting five to twenty minutes.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Stain doesn’t prefer to use toys. He wants to be the only one to make you cum. He actually gets pretty jealous if you choose to use a dildo/vibrator on yourself. 🤭
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Some teasing, and he's always smug when he does it.
“Hm? You’re already cumming? It hasn’t even been five minutes yet, doll”.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Stain’s not very loud. Maybe some grunting and growling. Even his teasing is said through low, husky whispers.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Stain has one small frenum piercing just below the head of his cock. He got it when he was drunk one night and just kept it, since it “matched his style”.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Stain has an average girth, but he’s hung like a horse. A good 8.5 inches with a bit of curve. His cock's a bit darker than the rest of his body and the tip turns a bright, cherry red when he's turned on. Uncut.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Somewhat higher than average. The man can go without it for long periods of time, though the consequence is making up for lost time (4-5 rounds, anyone?).
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Is fairly quick to fall asleep afterwards. He’s not much of a talker, but he’ll always feel a longing keep you close after a particularly long session.
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Thank you for reading! ❤️
NSFW Alphabet Prompt By @the-coldest-goodbye
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gelus-ugs · 11 months
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Domestic Headcannons
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Gyomei Himejima, Chizome Akaguro (Hero Killer: Stain) x gender neutral reader
I’m sorry if Stain is ooc, I haven’t watched MHA in a while
Requested :]
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Gyomei Himejima
Tbh, I see Gyomei as someone who’d want to live in a small house with lots of nature surrounding the area
Yk, a peaceful and quiet environment
A small pond is a must.
He has a garden near said pond that he likes taking care of and meditating by
He encourages you to meditate with him at least twice a week in the morning
Bonus points if you do it with him everyday, he absolutely loves it
Mornings are very relaxed and peaceful
He waits for you to wake up to start his day, so he can start it with you!
He definitely cleans and you cook :)
I don’t really see him as someone who actively wants kids, but if you want kids, he wouldn’t mind one or two
He’s scared of being around kids because of his huge size compared to them, but he’s the absolute sweetest and gentlest thing when it comes to caring for children - especially his own
He’s the most supportive parent omg. Like he’d support his kid(s) no matter what
Queer? Cool! What can he do to support his kid(s)? Don’t want to be apart of the Demon Slayer Corps? That’s fine! In fact, it just ensures their safety. Want to learn something new? He’s all for it! How can he help?
He’s also the best coparent
Any time you need a break, he’s quick to take the kids off of your plate as long as you need
In fact, he kinda loves it bc it means he gets to spend time with his littleuns 🥰
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Chizome Akaguro (Hero Killer: Stain)
Ngl, despite his huge personality and passion, I feel like Stain would prefer to live in a rather smaller house
I feel like he’s more of a quiet kind of passionate
As in - he doesn’t try to force his beliefs and whatnot onto others, but he makes a point and makes sure that others hear him
I feel like Stain’s - oddly - a really good cook
And he actually loves cooking
Mornings are never dull
You always wake up to a face full of kisses 🥰
Maybe even breakfast in bed 🤷🏾‍♂️
Stain definitely wants kids
I feel like he’s nervous to have kids though bc he doesn’t want to scare them with his looks :(
I feel like Stain isn’t one to force his beliefs on his kids
I feel like he explains his beliefs and views, but lets his kids form their own opinion - even if they contradict his own
He tries his best to be a supportive father :]
When he’s in the wrong and/or has to apologize, he’s definitely the type of person to cook you your favorite food and give it to you without saying a word🤦🏾
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heartofjasmina · 6 months
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am I evilly doing this just to drive @bakubunny insane? yes.
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I just think if Stain and All Might met earlier they would become the absolute most feral fuckers known to man. Do they fuck each other? You best believe it. Chizome has dreamed being a cocksleeve for Toshinori for too many years to count. But when they find a pretty lil thing who wants to be sandwhiched between them, even better. You can barely take Toshinori's horse cock in your pussy before Chizome is pressing into your ass. The two of them love nothing more than filling a hole to capacity. And given how well you take their cocks, they're definitely not letting you go.
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suggiesug · 6 months
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stain x BRATTY AFAB reader
kink list: dirty talk, dom/sub, spanking, enemies to lovers(?) vibe, orgasm + pleasure denial
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“Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me.”
Things had been going on like this for weeks now. It was no secret to anyone that you were a brat. You want control. You want power. You want the universe to be how you want it to be, and everything served on a silver platter. Every tick and tock of a clock is to be on your command and no one else's.
“Good kitten. Spread those pretty legs for me. I want to see everything.”
Every brat needs a disciplinary figure. You've found yours in the one man who never fails to bring you to your knees with his presence alone.
The tips of calloused fingers grazing the insides of your thighs has you shivering, instinctively bringing your legs closer together by dragging your knees across the hardwood floor. A sudden, scolding ’ah’ reaches your ears before a boot-clad foot kicks one of your knees out again, a huff leaving you as you're made to spread your quivering thighs apart.
“Don’t run from it.”
The hero killer’s voice used to grind on you in the worst of ways, rough and something else to hate about a man with so few other redeeming qualities. Now, it makes you shudder, visibly trembling as the fingers return to your thighs. An amused huff sounds out behind you, and you have half a mind to twist your head around and snap at the other.
But you don’t. You remain on your hands and knees, legs spread, anxious for what Chizome might do to you next. 
“You’ve become so well-behaved these past few weeks,” he purrs, voice dripping with a taunting sweetness as the tips of his fingers trace the curve over your ass, lingering over your left buttock. “Have you been not touching yourself as I asked?”
“Yes,” you mumble your reply, then let out a sharp gasp when the fingers tracing vague shapes on your ass cheek suddenly dip down between your legs, teasing over the lips of your pussy. The way you flinch and jerk forward slightly has a rumbling chuckle leaving the man behind you, your fingers curling to form trembling fists on the ground in front of you.
“Yes what?” Just as quickly as he’d been chuckling in amusement at your cute little flinch, Chizome’s winding a hand back and harshly bringing it forward against the same cheek he’d been caressing only moments ago. The smack reverberates through the room; as does the harsh yelp you let out, your entire body jolting and your eyes opening wide. You whimper, thighs and arms trembling as they struggle to keep you up. The burn on your cheek lets you know that there’s most certainly a nice, red handprint there. No doubt it’ll linger for a while.
“Yes… sir.”
“Good kitten.”
The same hand that had spanked you goes right back to gentle, painfully slow caresses to the same cheek. If you didn’t know any better, you'd say it was Chizome’s silent way of apologizing. But you know well enough to realize that he’s simply admiring his work. The hand dips down between your legs again, and you're prepared as fingers glide across your wet heat this time, doing nothing more than shuddering.
“You’re so wet,” Chizome coos, and you keep your mouth shut instead of congratulating him for stating the obvious. “You must be eager if this is all it takes. How long has it been now?”
“Two weeks.”
“Two weeks,” he repeats, and your hips twitch when a calloused fingertip rubs over your clit before pausing on it. “Two weeks since you last came. How much longer do you think you can go, hm?”
Your head turns at that, glaring at Chizome the best you can from such an awkward angle. How much longer? The whole point of Chizome coming here today was so that you could get off. Who does this bastard think he is?
Said bastard immediately huffs out a laugh at your little glare, a grin spreading wide across his face. 
The next second, you're lurching forward and yelping yet again when another smack is administered to your previously unmarked cheek, no doubt giving a matching handprint to it. You shudder and let out a whimper, trembling arms giving in and lowering you to the floor. With your forehead pressed to the ground and your forearms either side of you, your position only spreads you out all the more, and Chizome seems to enjoy the change, judging by how he hums and caresses the newly reddened cheek.
“I asked you a question, slut,” With a voice just as demanding as before, Chizome’s purrs turn into something rougher; something less teasing and more aggressive. 
You whimper, your hips instinctually wiggling from side to side.
“As long as you want me to, sir.”
A huff sounds out behind you, and you know you picked the correct answer when the other’s fingers return to gliding along your slick lips.
“That’s right. Good kitten.”
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hokokon · 6 months
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He wants to watch you♡ 5patterns.
😚sweet
"That ear, the Phillips screw? What's going on?"
You stare curiously at his ear, hidden behind his heavy hair.
"It's a piercing." "A Phillips screw piercing? Doesn't that hurt?"
You lift his hair and look further into his ear. He giggles when he sees the slightly frightened look on your face.
"What?" "Funny, I want to keep looking at you."
🥺bitter
"Chizome, Are you leaving?"
He can't see your expression as you ask in a thin voice because of the darkness of the night. He tells you that he is working the night shift, but as a matter of fact he is not.
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After a while he turns back to his room and you are already asleep, your soft sleeping face illuminated by the moon.
"……I want to watch you all the time."
The words did not reach you, but he found himself saying them out loud.
😢painful
His head was wobbly and his whole body was terribly sore, heavy and in agony. He managed to get to his room, but he could no longer get up from the floor.
When you saw him like that, you knew there was nothing more you could do, and you just cried. Those are the most beautiful tears he has ever seen.
"I wish I could look at you forever."
When he let that slip, you shed more drops and spilled them on his skin. It was very warm.
😈dark
You were caught off guard. A hunchbacked man cloaked in darkness pushed your down and held your hands down.
"I want to watch you all the more!!"
He whispered to you in a low voice. You were trapped under the hunchbacked man and you could not look away from him out of fear. And from his lips that forcefully kissed you, you could smell iron, as if it were blood.
🥰hot
You bit your tongue.
"Ouch!" you exclaim. "What is it?" he asks you.
"I bit my tongue."
You reply in pain and with a lisp, and he pulls his face close to yours, puts his mouth on yours and strokes the wound on your tongue with his own tongue.
"Whoa!"
You collapse before you have time to push him back. His Quirk was activated.
"Ha ha…, I want to keep looking at you."
He takes you in his arms, looks down at you and whispers nastily. He fished the corners of his mouth and gave you a provocative look.
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Enough Rope
Royal Gay AU - An alternate universe created by @i-cant-sing​ surrounding Yandere BNHA Characters making up different kingdoms, where in which the Reader's is the daughter of Dabi and Hawks. Though reluctantly; as the relationship is strained by the murder of her mother.
Pairing(s): Sultan! Dabi / Todoroki Touya X Courtesan! Hawks / Takami Keigo || Implied! Barbarian Prince! Bakugo Katsuki X She/Her! Sultana! Reader, Implied! Past! Akaguro Chizome / Stain X Reader's Mother
Summary: It was inevitable that you'd take the throne, you were groomed you're whole life for it. But never did Dabi think you'd have to take it so young. Nor in the matter you took it.
A/N: I wanted to get some vindication, Dabi and Hawks absolutely boil my blood in this AU so I kinda get to be a little vicious. The reader looks like her mum but has Dabi’s eyes, also uses SHE/HER and is referred to as Sultana.
(My addition of Stain + his relationship with her mother are non-canonical to the actual series.)
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Warning(s): Character Death/Murder. Blood. Obsessive/Possessive Behavior. Reader is staging a coup. Angst. Cursing. Crying. Parental Death.
... You looked so much like your mother.
The royal colors looked beautiful on you, dripping in golds and silks. Ornate and elaborate, the veil settled on top of your head accentuated the set of white pearls that crowned it. Today of all days, anyone that gazed upon the newly coronated sultana and was absolutely mesmerized by the beauty that was even rule.
You even threw out the traditional blues and were wrapped in a beautifully dyed peachy pink.
Your late mother's favorite color.
In your throne, sat upon the cushion, alongside a blond prince about your age.
While his fingers entwined with one, you lifted the other delicate hand - fingers adorned with your grandmother's rings - to silence the room.
Dabi knew this day would eventually come, that he'd see you become Sultana with conviction and ambition running through your veins. A time he'd hope to be alive to see, with Keigo beside him.
He was still amazed to see it, despite his disdain for the colors you chose and holding that dragon brat's hand just to spite him.
... But as he was in chains, there was little to be done.
His daughter, so frail and weak, usurped the throne from him in one fell swoop.
Her soft little hands dug into his chest to rip out his heart, covering the innocent skin in the blood of his stabbed back. Her soft little self reaching out to the cruelly harmed citizens of their home to call them to her side.
As he looked up at his daughter, who looked almost 10 years older. Her eyes glaring icy daggers through him like he was nothing was perhaps the worst thing of all.
Keigo is bruised from the chains, wings nonexistent, as Enji took care in scorching them down to nothing. He was a mess and struggling, hissing at the guard, who proceeded to slam the man into the floor.
"Show some respect to the new Sultana." Kai commanded, clearly enjoying seeing how the blond practically foamed at the mouth.
"She's my daughter," He hissed between his teeth, "Know your place."
Your gaze sharpened and your voice boomed, "Do not speak, whore, lest I have Akaguro tear your tongue between your teeth."
Dabi briefly mulled over the fact that you sounded so much like him, authoritarian, an intense need to just... Collapse, washing though him as he realized what monster he'd created. He can't speak, he just stared at you.
Keigo looked shocked and indignant at your insult and order, opening his mouth to chide you for language before fingers snapped out and gripped his tongue.
The mercenary was someone deeply close to your mother when they were young, her sense of charity and kindness reached his heart.
Someone that she probably would've married if not for the caste system. He was selfish and he loved her, but keeping her safe from his life of crime meant that he had to let her go... He would.
Akaguro adored you as easily as he did his beloved friend.
So hearing that you were torn apart by the death of your mother, meant he was the perfect sword to point at the opposition.
In pure combat ability, Dabi didn't stand a chance.
Chizome looked to you as your father did.
The latter can see the satisfaction in your eyes, a smile so gentle and relaxed that he wondered how long it had been since he's seen you like that. How long it had been since he’d seen this expression directed at him.
“Let go for now.” You sweetly said, eyes falling over your father.
Before, he took pride in your eyes.
They were blue, the bluest of blue, like his.
As they coldly took him in, as they hardened to ice and threatened to burn him down... He wondered where everything started to go wrong.
You leaned forward a bit.
Your burning gaze didn’t leave him.
Deepening, darkening.
“Do you love me daddy?” You asked softly, so softly that he almost didn’t hear you.
It was shocking, jarring, even more heartbreaking when your eyes instead fill with tears past all the anger.
A sadness that chilled him to the bone.
Breaking his aching heart further.
Especially as your voice trembled, watery.
Just...
Sent a spike of panic straight down to his gut.
Was this why you did it?
Because you believed he didn’t love you anymore?
“Of course.” He didn’t hesitate, didn’t breath as he watched your face.
“Then...” You frown, looking as if you were about to start crying. “Then would you kill for me?”
“Always.”
He meant it.
He’d done it before.
“T - then why do you keep hurting me? Why do you keep hurting my feelings?”
The sob that filled your questions just broke him.
Ripping into his ribcage so painfully that he felt himself feel faint.
“Why did you keep Keigo around knowing I hated him? Knowing that I couldn’t stand him?” You hiccupped, the blond beside you turning to wipe your face with his hands “Is... Is it because you love him more than me?”
“NO!!!” He nearly screamed.
His eyes were wide, manic.
Panic pounding his senses as he realized why you might have done what you did.
That the heartbreak drove you into taking control because you felt unloved.
That he drove you into it.
“Prove it...”
Your blue eyes remained set on him.
There’s cold steel suddenly in his hands, a dagger, long and ornate.
“Kill him.”
A terrified face filled his vision as he turned to his concubine, his former concubine, helpless. He opened his mouth, to beg or plead or speak, Dabi didn’t care. Even as his mind’s eye reminded him of the nights they spent together.
He didn’t love this bastard.
He now knew.
Knew that Keigo caused all of this.
His presence alone made you think that your father didn’t love you more than everything in the whole world. That drove the ugly thoughts of replacement into your lives.
Keigo took you from him too.
He brought the knife down.
Again and again and again and again.
The knife came down in a frenzy, wrenching horrible noises from Keigo’s throat.
Sobs for mercy, of apology.
“Da... bi....”
Dabi slowly returned to his mind’s eye, shaking.
Blood saturated him, from body to hair.
Staring down at the red soaked face of his former lover.
He felt nothing but contempt.
Nothing but hatred pouring through his veins.
A free feeling settled in his heart.
He looked at you, shakily smiling, “See?... I didn’t love him. I could never love him more than you.”
You stared.
Doe eyes wide and soft, still wet and dark.
The smile that graced your lips warmed his heart.
But also confused him.
Why did you look so sad all of a sudden?
“... Darling?”
You didn’t respond and looked behind him, nodding slowly.
“I’m sorry daddy, but there needs to be blood.” There’s almost a shame in you, heavy bags now seen as the light fell from the skylight.
Making you look like the gift from the gods you were.
He didn’t understand.
“And the people have suffered for long enough without retribution.”
Katsuki wrapped his arms around you, tucking you to his chest, kissing the crown of your head.
It made Dabi angry but he was confused more than anything.
“I do love you.” You said quietly. “But I can’t let you live.”
The pain lasted for a moment, just a moment.
He coughed, spitting up blood.
Akaguro’s hands were red, face almost solemn.
Dabi is still looking at you, in the face of his beloved daughter, still with crying eyes and sadness pouring from every pore. The vestiges of his vision begin darkening, body cold.
“I wished things could have been different.”
He did too.
The last thing he saw was the bluest of eyes.
Eyes bore instead by the face of his late wife.
... You really did just look like your mother.
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frickingnerd · 1 year
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Villain Masterlist
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Tomura Shigaraki
dating tomura shigaraki - headcanons
gamer boyfriend shigaraki - headcanons
Touya Todoroki / Dabi
patching up shigaraki after a battle - headcanons
yandere shigaraki crushing on his neighbour - headcanons
dating dabi/touya todoroki - headcanons
patching up touya todoroki - headcanons
dabi with a s/o who has a healing quirk - headcanons
dabi comforting you after a break up - headcanons
dabi with a s/o who's sensitive to loud noises - headcanons
friends with benefits hawks & dabi - headcanons
Jin Bubaigawara / Twice
romance is not dead (yet) - oneshot
Shuichi Iguchi / Spinner
dating spinner / shuichi iguchi - headcanons
having your first fight with spinner - headcanons
Atsuhiro Sako/Mr. Compress
breaking up with mr. compress - headcanons
Himiko Toga
dating himiko toga - headcanons
himiko with a s/o who likes her smile - headcanons
Oboro Shirakumo / Kurogiri
memories of who we used to be - oneshot
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Kai Chisaki / Overhaul
call me your favorite, call me the worst - oneshot
Kaina Tsutsumi / Lady Nagant
being in a poly relationship with mirko and lady nagant - headcanons
Akaguro Chizome/Stain
stain meeting a shapeshifter - headcanons
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Chizome Akaguro x Chiropractor Reader
Chizome x GN!reader
Warning: back and joint cracking
Word count: 553
His posture is some of the worst out there. The way he perches on building tops could make hawks blush.
Really it's due to multiple bad injuries that never healed properly. But it's not like villains have health insurance.
So rather than going anywhere to get treated and risk being turned over to the cops, he just puts up with it.
But he does suffer for it. He's almost constantly in pain, and his bad posture is only making his injuries worse.
When you try to help he's skeptical at first. He will not let you talk him into going to a physical therapist. And he refuses to see you at work. But he will relent and let you work on him at home.
You have him lay down flat on the floor. As he stretches his legs out infrount of himself you both hear a loud crack from both his hips.
You give him a look before stating that his hip flexors are too tight. He rolls his eyes but lets you continue.
You pull one leg over, rolling his hips, and you haven't even put any pressure on before he's cracking like a fist full of dried pasta. Finally you twist his spine and you swear that all your neighbors heard that crack.
You let him relax and he looks mortified. You look at him and just smile while wondering how he can still walk.
After doing the other side with similar results. You flip him on his frount. Running your hands up and down his back, you finally feel the true extent of the damage. You know full well that he needs more help than you can give him. But you do what you can.
Gently but firmly you push on the muscles on either side of his spine, from the top of his pelvis to the base of his shoulder blades. And now for his neck.
Flipping him back over, you hold his head in your lap and gently run your hands over the nape of his neck. You can feel all the damage done overtime, your heart aches, but you press on.
Gently adjusting his head you find the perfect spot and twist. The sound is so loud that people down the block turn to figure out what that was.
Chizome shoots up and holds his neck. You ask if he's OK, and if you hurt him. But he assured you that he was just startled. Honestly you were surprised he even got startled after all he's been through.
He slowly leans back into your lap and you do the other side, much to the same effect. Again he shoots up holding his neck. Again he insists you didn't hurt him.
Pulling him up off the floor, you find that he's at least an inch taller. Asking how he feels, you can see the weight lifted off his shoulders. He won't get too emotional, but his pain is so much better he could almost cry. Almost.
You'll show him some stretches and exercises for him to do, and of course you'll do adjustments as needed. Over time he does feel better.
His posture is never perfect, and his body has suffered irreparable damage that even surgery couldn't fix, but he's getting better. And he loves you for it.
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bloody-peach · 1 year
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Ok. It's decided.
1: A smut fic with Hero Killer Stain x F!Reader based on my adventures with a Stain chatbot (I'll explain when I post the finished fic)
2. A Shigaraki x F!Reader x Dabi threesome smut fic where the reader is their pet. (Based on my fantasy posted in my personal blog)
May take a while, but they will be made! Stay tuned and keep an eye out!
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ruris-world · 1 year
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cw: stain is obsessed, and has bad self image
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Yandere stain would absolutely cherish you, would give you anything and everything you ask and don’t ask for, he is at your mercy, your loyal servent.
I think chizome would think of himself as ‘sully’ or ‘undeserving’ because he let himself engulf in his selfish desires, would probably feel so disgusting that he has impure thoughts about you; add to that you still haven’t been over being kidnapped
He was only supposed to protect his deity from harm—your loyal servant, your knight or samurai; in this case.
Look, I honestly think that this man has the self restraint of a saint, stain can pretty much hold himself from everything but when it comes to you?
When it comes to you, his self-restraint is almost non-existence, and if it does exist it would snap much faster, than with anything else.
learn more here :))
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danishpastri · 2 years
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Thinking about Stain coming home from “work.” He’s tired and smells faintly of copper. He yawns as he flops down onto his couch.
You come over, flopping next to him. You close your eyes, relishing in the sensation of Stain’s warmth next to you.
“Have a good day?” You ask, nuzzling slightly into his chest.
Stain replies with a grumble, wrapping his arm around you. You chuckle, “Of course.” You hum, letting out a yawn, “It’s late, Chizome. So late it’s early.”
Stain hummed, “Well then let me get undressed so I can at least be comfortable when I sleep.”
You comply, getting off your lover before watching him strip down to just his underwear. You smile, loving each and every single curve he had on his body. You couldn’t help but just move over and push him down onto your couch. Your lips locked against his, a smirk creeping up on your face.
Stain pulls away, “Oh? You down for a little playtime before we go?” He chuckled, a hand snaking down to squeeze at your plushy ass. You hum, giving him an eager grin.
“Make sure I can’t walk in the morning.”
Stain chuckled, “Deal.”
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