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Strawberry

Genre: smut, romance? Idk?

Summary: The reunion with your childhood best friend took some turns, and instead of hugs and tears all you wanted to do was kill the familiar stranger, that made your day at work worse.

(Ye, I suck at describing lmao)

Word count: 6.7k

Warnings: 18+ (MINORS DNI), unprotected sex, dom!Dabi, creampie, a bit of dacryphilia, a bit of teasing, rough sex, choking, facefucking.

,,Girl, just hop into the water’’ Mina screamed, taking all the attention you were giving to your phone. You were already regretting the decision you made to join her and Bakugo. You’ve never liked those public pools, and you never understand people who did. Like seriously, children there pee in the water, some of them even poop, who knows ? And its not that you are some hygiene freak, it’s simply a no go for you.

,, Nah, I’m good over here’’ You screamed back, hoping she heard you, as you hid under the shadow of the tree. Sun was also a big minus for you, since 10 minutes were enough for you to get sunburnt and end up with Yoghurt all over your body trying to pamper the burning stings. Plus your pierced nipples didn’t help in this case either, heating up too fast in the sun, since the only peace of clothing that covered them was your swimming suit.

,, You are no fun’’ she pouted, hoping her puppy face will work on you.

Usually on your days off, you liked to enjoy your time at home, reading a nice book or simply lazing around watching a movie, cooking for yourself, and doing simply anything that didn’t include contact with others. Yeah, you had enough contact with people since you were working at the famous café in the city.

People who saw you working there thought that you loved your job. Always smiling, always having so much patience. Truth to be told, you were exactly the opposite. You hate it wholeheartedly. You couldn’t deal with children screaming around all the time, while their parents ignored them, you couldn’t deal with drunk dudes, cat calling you all the time, and you couldn’t deal with rude costumers always complaining about something. Fuck it, you couldn’t deal with anyone.

You felt more than happy once the day came to an end and once you waved goodbye to your co-workers. Nothing against them of course, you loved Mina and Bakugo, but sun, water and loud crowd of people drained your energy out. At that point you found yourself appreciating your apartment and your bed more then ever before.

The next day you woke up pretty late, since you had late shift. Not that you were complaining, you liked sleeping longer, but the fact that you will be working till fucking 10 PM, if not even longer since it was summer, was driving you insane.

Sure waking up early isn’t amazing, but in the morning there wasn’t that much work, and it was much more quiet then in late shift. And sure, some people would consider calling sick, but you didn’t want to be such an asshole toward your co-workers.

Since you will be the one getting the orders on the counter and maybe, only maybe work with ice cream, you decided to wear your favorite comfy skirt, not too long, but also covering everything up. Once you found your fav comfy shirt, you tucked it inside of your skirt and did your casual make up before you left your apartment.

You didn’t like your work, but you were thankful that you could at least get a free meal there, since it saved a lot of time for you. It wasn’t anything special, but at least you didn’t have to prepare anything or stop to buy something before work.

,, DROP THE BEAT’’ Bakugo yelled once he saw you coming, making some weird noises as you gave your best to give them a Top Model walk.

,, TC, TC, TC’’ you repeated, waving your hips from side to side in the beat with the weird sound you and Bakugo made. You hopped beside them, as you took the small pack of cigarettes out of your bag.

Usually after the end of the morning shift, you and your co-workers sit together, enjoying the last minute of the shift exchange together. Of course if there’s a new costumer, one of you would go to work immediately. But most of the time, the café was almost empty at that time, giving you a chance to catch up a bit.

,, Today was pain in the ass, I swear’’ Shiggy said, taking one cigarette out of your package, while Bakugo told you everything you needed to know, if there was something to do and so on. Nodding your head, you lit a cigarette for yourself, preparing yourself for one hell of annoying day that was waiting for you.

Once Bakugo and Shiggy went home, you made your way toward the small counter, preparing everything you needed for the late shift, as you waited for Mina to arrive. You were glad that there weren’t any new costumers, since it gave you lots of time to prepare everything, from ice cream, to sandwiches and drinks.

,, Hiii girl, sorry for being late’’ Mina greeted you happily, while you placed the new drinks into the fridge. It wasn’t anything new for you, she was always late, but you never minded it at all. Your team had some up’s and down’s, but after all, all of you worked great together.

Around 7PM you wished you never got that fucking job. The café was getting fuller and fuller, and people were getting more and more annoying.

,, Can you please serve that table ?’’ Mina asked, pointing on the table where some boys were sitting down. Nodding your head, you took the small notebook and pen, before you made your way towards the table you had to serve.

,, Heyy, what can I do for you?’’ you asked, acting all happy as you prepared the small notebook to write the order.

,, Well, you can blow me off if you are asking that nicely’’ one of them said, making the rest of the boys laugh loudly. Taking one deep breath, you almost rolled your eyes in annoyance.

,, Can I take your order ?’’ you repeated yourself, ignoring the rude comments they gave you, talking about your skirt and how you looked, like you weren’t standing right in front of them.

,, Five beers. Sorry, they really don’t know how to behave’’ one of them, mature enough, said. Giving you one small and apologetic smile. Nodding your head, you just hurried back, wanting to finish their order fast enough, before you did something you would regret later.

Once you bought them their beer, and once they gave you the money, you almost smacked the bottle against the blondies head, when he started checking you out shamelessly. What pissed you even more was the fact that the line waiting for fucking ice cream was already waiting for you.

The whole day was a complete disaster and you wished more then ever to finish your shift and leave the fucking café. At least you had Mina by your side, as the two of you gave each other encouraging words.

,, What can I get for you?’’ you asked, faking a smile at the woman with a child. You were so done with that fucking job, but you couldn’t let the costumers figure that out.

,, Honey, what do you want?’’ she asked her child, as she prepared her wallet. The fact that she was waiting for you to come, and than ask her child what she wants was lowkey pissing you off. They could literally decide before you arrived, but whatever.

,, I want vanilla… Hmmmm, I want mint and strawberry!’’ the little girl screamed excitedly, as you prepared the cone, already putting the vanilla ice cream in it.

,, I’m sorry, we are out of Strawberry ice cream’’ you said, giving her a small smile, as the child started screaming and crying around how she wants strawberry. You had to give your best and stop yourself from throwing the cone against the child’s face. That little girl was old enough to understand what a no means.

,, Sorry sweetie, do you want anything else?’’ you asked, hoping she’ll stop with the whole theater.

,, Noooo I want strawberry’’ she screamed, crying loudly.

,, Just give her raspberry’’ the woman said, rolling her eyes in annoyance like it was your fault that you were out of the strawberry ice cream. Mina noticed that your blood was already boiling, as she asked you if you need some help. Once she heard you saying how everything’s fine, she continued with her work.

NOTHING WAS FINE FOR FUCKS SAKE, NOTHING.

,, What can I get you?’’ you repeated the same question, as a guy approached, holding his phone in his right hand. You looked at him, giving him one fake smile, as you analyzed his face. Black hair, scarred face, few tattoos and lots of piercings. His appearance was pretty much freaking you out, but you had to stay professional and just wait for his order.

,, Hey, strawberry and chocolate’’ he said, casually scrolling the screen of his phone with his thumb. The moment you heard him say strawberry you wanted to quit that fucking job and just move to Poland or whichever country.

,, We are out of strawberry, sorry’’ you breathed out, hoping that the last cell in your brain didn’t die at that moment.

,,Oh ok, then only strawberry is fine’’ he said, giving you a small smile. At that moment you were more then sure that he was making fun of you, even a deaf person was able to catch up that strawberry wasn’t an option anymore after that stupid child made a scene. And that’s when you finally snapped, having enough of everyone’s shit.

,, Which part of we are out of strawberry you didn’t understand?’’ you asked, slamming the cone onto the counter, almost regretting your actions. But once you noticed the way he was trying not to laugh made you snap even more.

,, Are you making fun of me ? Is this funny to you ?’’ your voice was raising with every word you spoke. Once Mina realized that you were having your half mental breakdown, screaming at costumer, she hurried toward you, repeating your name all over again as she tired to catch your attention.

Hearing your name, his eyes widened in surprise, now totally focused on you instead of his cellphone and if Mina wasn’t there, you would probably start a bitch fight with him for even looking at you that way.

,, Woah, what’s going on? ‘’ she asked confused, as you gave the dude death glares.

,,This guy here is going on. He’ll be my 13th reason why’’ you screamed waving your hands in air, not even trying to calm down anymore.

,, Chill out, we only have 30 minutes more till we close’’ she said, patting your back slowly, as she mouthed small sorry to the guy.

,, Oh, 30 minutes ? We’re out of the ice cream’’ you hissed, slamming the glass down, giving him a clear sign that he won’t lick shit tonight. If your boss heard and saw you at that moment, you would be fired in just a second.

After 20 minutes, the two of you happily told the costumers that they have to leave. Before you could leave, you took two corona tests, already working on your own test as Mina went to the toilet to change.

,, OH MY GOD, YOU’RE PREGNANT’’ she screamed, placing one hand over her mouth.

,, Bitch, this is corona test’’ you hissed, loud laugh following your words. ,, And it’s only one line, which means that I’m negative. What the fuck’’ you laughed, placing one test in front of her, thinking about where the fuck did she get all her informations from, since she thought that one line means pregnant. Ignoring the fact that she thought that corona test is fucking pregnancy test.

,, You really overacted today, maybe he didn’t hear’’ she said, as you puffed onto your cigarette.

,, Girl, even my grandma from nursing home could hear that we were out of strawberry, and trust me her hearing aids ain’t worth shit’’ you rolled your eyes, making Mina giggle quietly.

,, But still, he might tell to boss, you don’t know that guy’’ she whispered, as you watched the guy sitting on the bench with his friends. She had a point sadly, he did look like someone who would cause trouble just for fun.

,, You’re right, I’ll go and apologize’’ you said once you saw him wave goodbye to his friends. Taking one deep breath you hugged Mina, before you forced yourself to walk fast enough to catch up with him.

,, Hey’’ you screamed, almost running behind him, hoping he actually heard you. Once he turned around, giving you one hella confusing look, you sighed in relief, placing both of your hands on your knees as you tried to catch your breath.

,, Wow, such a sporty spirit’’ he joked as he watched you fight for air.

,, Yeah, oh my god. I just wanted to apologize for what happened earlier’’ you managed to say somehow, ignoring his comments.

,, Yeah, that wasn’t very nice of you’’ he pointed, taking one cigarette and placing it between his lips. ,,I was ready to write a review on google about the way you treated me’’ he joked once again, but you completely misunderstood it.

,,I KNEW IT, I FUCKING KNEW IT’’ you screamed, pointing your finger in his direction. ,, Look man, I already hate my job, don’t make it any worse’’ you whined loudly, not getting the irony in his voice.

,, Well, let me treat you with dinner, what do you think? And then I’ll think about the review’’ he smiled, using the way you misunderstood his words in his advantage. Once you heard him say that, you definitely regretted the way you acted one hour ago.

,, That won’t work, I have a cat waiting for me home and trust me, he ain’t capable feeding himself on his own’’ you spat, hoping he’ll understand and simply leave you alone, but once you saw him raise his eyebrow at you and giving you one questioning look, you almost rolled your eyes on him.

,, but you can come with me and we can order fucking tacos or whatever’’ you added, surprised that you went that far and disappointed once he accepted your invite.

,,Taquitoooo, I’m home babyyyy’’ you screamed, kicking your shoes as you got inside your apartment. Turning around you found the tall man looking around, analyzing every corner of your apartment.

,, Taquito? You’ve gotta be kidding me’’ he laughed at you. Even tho you just met the guy, it felt like you knew him for ages for some weird reason.

He sat outside on the balcony, as you prepared the two glasses and drinks for the two of you, while he ordered some food.

,, Anyway, what’s your name ?’’ you asked, remembering that you don’t know shit about the man sitting in your apartment.

,,Ah yes, I totally forget that, the name is Dabi’’ he grinned, taking the glass away from you, as he made himself at home.

,, Why the fuck did you call your cat Taquito?’’ he asked, as your cat jumped onto his lap, purring softly, making you just stare at them surprisingly. Taquito didn’t even like your family and friends, yet he was all cuddly with some fucking stranger.

,, Yeah long story short, I was drunk as fuck, found him on the street while I watched the stupid Tiktok about a girl that bought a turtle and called it Taquito’’ you said fast, as you sat there waiting for the food. Once you had a good look of him, something felt off. Nothing weird or scary, but you only felt like you already knew him. Sure, you definitely wouldn’t forget a face like his, but something about his eyes was telling you that you met him somewhere.

,, Anyway, enough about my cat. Did we meet somewhere?’’ you asked, staring at him shamelessly as he played with Taquito.

,, Maybe ?’’ he said, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

,, Cut it. Your eyes are familiar. I swear, I feel like I know you from somewhere ‘’ you confessed, placing a finger on your lip, as you tried to figure out from where you know him.

,, Yeah, I have such a pretty eyes, don’t I’’ he said, blinking fast as he tried to give some weird effect with it.

,, You can’t be that stupid doll’’ he added, when he realized that you still can’t remember him. Sure he changed, sure he went thru some shit and ended up with scars, and sureee he colored his hair black, but still he felt a bit disappointed when he realized that you have no idea who he is.

,, Does a name Touya tell you anything ?’’ he asked, raising his eyebrow at you playfully, laughing loudly at your confused face.

,, Nah, go fuck with someone else, that can’t be true’’ you hissed, crossing your arms on your chest. If you saw Touya, you would remember him, your childhood best friend.

,, Monday, 2PM, old tree house?’’ he said, almost asked about something only the two of you knew, trying not to laugh at your shocked expression.

,, It can’t be’’ you gasped, eyes wide enough, almost popping out of your skull. ,, YOU PIECE OF SHIT WHY DIDN’T YOU CONTACT ME?’’ you screamed jumping suddenly, making Taquito run form his lap, scared from your sudden reaction.

,, Honestly, I forgot what your last name was, so I couldn’t find you anywhere’’ he admitted, happy you finally remembered him. Sure he didn’t recognize you at first either, but once he heard your co worker calling you by your name, he immediately figured everything out, and understood why you seemed so familiar.

,, Are you serious ? And what kind of reunion was that ? I was ready to choke you with a fucking ice cream cone’’ you laughed, still not believing that the stranger sitting in front of you was no one else than fucking Touya Todoroki, the best friend you once had that left you behind and went overseas.

,, Yeah that was one iconic reunion if you ask me’’ he laughed out, thinking about the way you acted few hours ago.

The two of you talked about everything possible, about his life overseas, about the past, your shitty job, your cat and his dislike on every living being. Once it was too late, he wanted to leave, but you simply couldn’t let him go home at such a late hour, since people at the city were pretty weird and the city isn’t the quiet and safe one and after a long time of your insisting he finally agreed.

When you woke up, Touya was nowhere to be found, but he did leave a small piece of paper, with a number and apology written on it. You grinned to yourself, as you hurried to get ready for your work, since you stood up too late.

The day was much better than the last one, only instead of Mina who always managed to calm you down, you had Bakugo who was even more aggressive then you are by your side. You had the same task as last night, but once you saw Touya and his group of friends making themselves comfortable at one of the tables in the corner, you told Bakugo that you’ll take their order.

,, hayyy, alredy know your order ?’’ you asked excitedly placing your hands on Touya’s shoulders from behind, the smile on your face being honest for a change.

,, My girllll, why didn’t you text me ?’’ he whined, as he grabbed your hands and pulled you down, forcing you to hug him.

,, Didn’t the two of you have a huge fight last night because of strawberry ice cream?’’ one of his friends asked, totally confused.

,, We talked it out’’ you laughed, as he placed a small kiss on your cheek, before you finally took their order, almost forgetting you are at work.

If you were being honest, the whole shift was better with him and Bakugo who was cursing every second costumer around. Almost every 15 minutes Touya would end up at the counter, asking for a strawberry ice cream. Every time you would tell him that you are out of it, he would simply ask for the Book of complaints, making you roll your eyes playfully at him.

You were surprised when you noticed that he was actually waiting for you, laughing loudly when Bakugo commented how this whole romantic shit is making him sick.

The next few days the two of you spend way too much together, and first time in forever you actually liked having someone around. Every day he would drop by at your work, and wait till you are done and then the two of you would go home and have a late dinner, while he had cuddle season with Taquito.

On Saturday, you were looking for excuses to call sick, and once Mina told you that the only person who would be forced to jump in was no one else than Rumi, you immediately called them, acting all sick and everything.

After you called, you gave yourself one good deserved nap, not feeling bad anymore since Rumi was the co-worker no one liked.

The loud knocks at your door woke you up, grabbing your phone your eyes widened in shock once you realized that you slept almost the whole day. Rubbing your eyes, you rushed to open the damn door.

,, What the fuck?’’ Touya hissed, once he saw you healthy and alive standing there in nothing but oversized shirt.

,, what? I overslept a bit’’ you gave him a weak smile, as you let him in. You were surprised yourself that you slept that long, but you totally deserved it.

,, I swear, once your co worker told me you’re sick, I thought you died or something’’ he added, following you inside.

,, Yeah, I just needed some rest’’ you laughed, hoping he’ll chill the fuck out. Thankfully he calmed down real fast, almost forgetting about all the worry he had once he saw you all healthy, and once he saw Taquito running happily to him.

There was something comforting in having Touya around again. Somehow it made you feel like a child again, and the fact that he’s staying this time, for real, made your heart skip a beat for some weird reason. He was all the time around, at your work waiting for you, giving you a ride back home or walking you back home, dropping by on your days off with your favorite snacks and so on. Usually you wouldn’t like it, but since it was him, you embraced the affection he was giving you wholeheartedly.

You even became a laughing stick at your work, as your co-workers always made jokes about your new lover boy. Especially Mina and Bakugo, turning every conversation into Touya related one.

Making the drinks some costumers ordered, a yawn escaped your lips. Still sleepy as fuck, you somehow managed to put your attention on your work instead of the lack of sleep.

,, So, how was the date last night ? What did you two do ?’’ you asked, remembering that Bakugo met some girl he liked so much last night.

,, See when two people come together, they perform an intimate act called getting fucking railed’’ Bakugo said, trying to sound as romantic as possible.

,, You’re disgusting’’ you gasped, throwing the small sponge at him, as he laughed loudly, making his way to the costumer that just got in.

You were completely focused on your work, until Bakugo told you that your lover boy is there, and he’ll be the one to get his order. Rolling your eyes, you just let him do it, as you continued with the work you already did.

Bakugo was much louder than usually, probably because his little date went good, singing around you and joking around every now and then. Not that it bothered you, in fact, you were so glad that he showed his unusual side that day, since he’s grumpy and mad almost all the time.

,, I swear the headache is killing me today’’ you whined loudly, hopping beside Touya once you got the chance. You took one cigarette from him, and lit it up, enjoying the peace with almost no costumers around.

,, You seem pretty close with that guy’’ Touya said, also taking one cigarette.

,, Huh? You mean Bakugo?’’ you asked and he simply nodded his head, not taking his eyes from the spiky haired guy. ,, Yeah, we are pretty close’’ you added, puffing onto your cigarette.

,, You like him ?’’ Touya’s eyes met yours, making you feel a bit uneasy with his sudden behavior.

,, No, we are literally only friends and he’s much younger, wait, why ?’’ you were too confused, finding it hard to proceed the whole situation. Changing the topic, he simply asked what you wanna do after work, acting as nothing happened at all.

,, So, that Bakugo guy, he has a girlfriend ?’’ Touya asked, as the two of you made your way to the nearest store.

,, At this point I’m not sure if you are interested in me or Bakugo’’ you joked, dragging your feet lazily.

,, In you, obviously’’

After that day Touya was giving his best to show you how he felt, he was giving his best to show everyone to who you belong. Being a little too touchy in front of his friends and your co workers, in a way that seemed innocent to you, yet clear to everyone else. Small kisses he usually placed on your cheeks, were getting closer and closer to your lips. The hand he usually places around your shoulders, was getting lower and lower.

Even when he comes over, he was using every little chance he had to touch you, using everything you liked into his advantage. He knew how much you loved when someone caressed you, and he did it more than gladly for you. Tracing his fingers against your soft skin, starting with your arms, only to end up with his hand under your shirt, caressing your back slowly, until you would end up falling asleep in his arms.

,, What do you want to watch ?’’ you asked, placing the bowl of popcorn onto the table, while Touya waited for you patiently on you couch. The weather was perfect for nothing else than a lazy movie evening.

Hopping next to him, you made yourself comfortable as you listened to the storm outside. The sound of strong wind and thunder was more then relaxing to you, and for some reason you enjoyed weather like that.

Gasping loudly, you jumped a little once your cat tried to climb onto you, destroying your small enjoyable moment.

,,Taquito get the fuck off her, she has a boyfriend’’ Touya pushed the cat away gently, joking around, as you just sat there and watched him, eyes wide in shock.

,, Do I?’’ you asked, not moving at all.

,, Fuck yes, you do’’ he added, wrapping his right arm around you, pulling you closer to him, as he looked for a perfect movie to watch. He took his time searching for anything interesting, mumbling some words of disappointments as he couldn’t find anything on Netlfix. At the end he played Oh, Ramona! , since none of you watched it and it was it was simply in Netflix recommendation list.

Pulling you closer to him, he started tracing his fingers along your arm, both of you concentrated on the weird movie that was playing on the screen of your Television. You always begged your friends to caress your arm, since you loved the ticklish feeling that always made you sleepy, yet they would always refuse it, giving you some lame excuses how they’re tired and so on.

Now that Touya was doing it without you having to ask him, you tried to enjoy every second of it. If you only knew, how much Touya enjoyed it, almost as much as you did. The feeling of your soft skin under his fingertips was driving him crazy, as he traced them down your tattoos, mesmerizing every inch of them.

The air got steamier in one moment, and you weren’t sure if it was because of the overly erotic scenes that were showed in the movie, or because his hand was now under your shirt, slowly moving from your back, to the side of your hips.

Trying to calm yourself down a little, you grabbed your phone, checking out all of the unread messages in the group chat. The way he moved hiss hands from side to side made you almost way to shaky. It took you some time to write a reply to your friends, and you almost dropped your phone once he put a little bit pressure into his touch, making your skin burn under his palm.

,, You should concentrate on the movie doll’’ Touya said, not stopping his movements.

,, Yeah, sorry’’ you mumbled, dropping your phone beside you, as you tried not to close your eyes in pleasure.

Once the movie got too erotic fro your taste, you found yourself with your phone in your hands again, trying to hide the blush that was spreading across your cheeks. Of course, that didn’t go unnoticed by Touya. Annoyed groan left his lips, as he snatched the phone away from you.

,, You really don’t listen’’ he pointed, hiding the phone away from you, as you complained quietly. The hand that was under your shirt was suddenly wrapped around your neck, pushing you slowly into the couch, there was no pressure in it, but the sudden turn of the whole situation made your eyes widen in shock.

,, Are you bored doll? ‘’ he asked, his face only inches away from yours as he locked your body under his own.

,, No, it’s just.. the movie is too much’’ you whispered, gulping on your saliva as he slowly tapped his fingers around your neck. This time you didn’t have to ask yourself, you knew that he was the one turning you on, and not the fucking scenes from the movie.

,, too erotic’’ you mumbled, making him laugh loudly.

,, You should have kept your eyes on me, instead of your phone, if it was getting to much for you’’ he gave you a smile, a dangerous one.

,, That won’t help’’ you confessed, making him smirk widely as you spoke those words. How could it help, when he was laying beside you handsome without even trying, as his hand was caressing your body gently.

,, Oh, am I turning you on?’’ he asked, mocking you shamelessly, as you tried to avoid his eyes.

Touya didn’t need your reply, the way you acted in the moment was enough for him, and God did he want to fuck you senseless in that moment. His hand moved a bit up from your neck, holding your jaw in one place, as he connected his lips with yours.

His hold on your jaw grew stronger, forcing you to open your mouth just enough so he could slip his tongue inside. Not breaking the kiss, he parted your tights apart, as he hovered on top of you, his hips between your legs, slowly grinding against your clothed core.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer into the kiss, not giving a shit about the movie or your phone anymore. The way he was grinding against you, the way you could feel his hard dick rubbing against you, made you insane in that moment and you found yourself wanting more and more.

,, On your knees’’ Toyua commanded, breaking the kiss as he sat onto the couch, spreading his legs enough to give you some space between them. Without thinking twice, you obeyed, positioning yourself down, between his legs, as he pushed his hips just a bit to pull his sweatpants and boxers down.

Touya looked down on you, not hiding the smirk on his face, as he slowly caressed your hair. Kissing the tip gently, you looked up through your long lashes, satisfied with the fact that he was going crazy as much as you do. He cursed something under his breath, as you gave him one lick, taking your time and making sure you licked every inch of it.

,, Don’t tease me doll, you’re not in position for it’’ he hissed, as you placed your lips on the tip of his cock. His hand found its way to your hair, gripping onto it, as he brought your mouth farther down him. You wanted to take your time, to play at your own pace, but Touya didn’t let you, he waited too long for this to happened and teasing wasn’t something he needed in the moment.

,, Open your mouth a bit more’’ he growled, gripping your hair tighter then before. He wanted you to obey him, he wanted you to do everything he wanted in that moment and you did, you gladly did.

It was the first time you had someone’s dick deep down your throat, and the feeling you weren’t used to made your eyes glossy so fast as his tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag a little.

Without giving you any time to get used to it, he started moving his hips, as he held your head in place. You could feel his hardness more then clear now, as his hips thrust into your mouth at some lazy, yet strong pace. Focused on his dick, you didn’t even realize that tears were rolling down your cheeks, vision getting blurry as his moves got much faster, not giving you a chance to breath properly.

,, You look so pretty when you cry’’ Touya groaned, getting even more turned on as he watched you get ruined because of his dick. The small amount of mascara you had, was all gone, turning your tears into blurry shade of black. You started gagging, and without even knowing you tried to move away a bit, giving your best to breath through your nose.

Looking up on him, you saw him squeeze his eyes shut, head swung back into the edge of your couch. You could feel your saliva dripping down your chin, and if you weren’t in that position at the moment, you would probably end up blushing. But none of that was possible, since all you could focus on was his dick hitting the same spot of your throat.

Touya stopped his movements, slowly petting your head, as you fought for your breath, coughing loudly, while tears rolled down your cheeks. If it was someone else, you would probably told them to go to hell and throw them out of your apartment, but it was Touya, and all you wanted was to do was make him feel good.

,, My good girl’’ he praised, pulling you up into his lap. You wanted to stay in his lap a bit longer, you wanted to snuggle into his neck and enjoy the moment, but just after he gave you one sloppy kiss, you found yourself under him again.

Touya took your shorts and panties off, throwing them across the living room together with his shirt. In less then a minute, the two of you were all naked, enjoying the feeling of each others skin.

,, Touya, please’’ you begged, feeling his hard erection between your legs, as he sucked onto your neck, leaving wet love bites all over it. Taking one deep breath, he started rubbing the tip of his dick up and down your clit, making you beg for him even more.

,, Needy baby’’ he mocked, placing his tip only a bit into your core, as he continued to tease you, loving every second of the way you were almost breaking down for him.

A loud scream escaped your lips as he entered his full length into you, kissing your jaw and giving you some time to adjust his size. The moment he looked down your body, to see his dick buried deep inside your core, something else grabbed his attention. Cursing loudly, his eyes focused on two shiny pieces of metal, pierced thru both of your nipples.

,, How didn’t I notice this earlier’’ he hissed, lowering his head just enough as he sucked onto your nipple, the contrast of the warm feeling of your skin and the cold metal against his tongue made his curse all over again. His hand found it’s way to your left boob, slowly pinching and twisting your nipple, making you throw your head back, and making it hard for you to concentrate on anything else than his dick that stood still inside you, while his tongue was working wonders on you.

Playing with the small piercing, Touya started moving his hips at a lazy and sloppy pace, making you feel every single inch of him. Touya groaned against your nipple, deciding to waste no time, bringing his cock out and then slamming it back inside almost urgently.

Your hand reached up to his hair, tugging it roughly, as your other hand went up to his back, scratching red lines down helping release some of the pleasure you felt in the moment. Touya rocked his hips quickly, gaining depth with each thrust he made, as you were pulling at his hair lightly, eyes shut strongly as you moaned his name loudly.

He loved how you felt around him, he loved the way you were scratching his back and tugging his hair, yet he wanted more. Placing his hand around your throat, he gave it a small squeeze. It looked like he was asking for a permission, but he wasn’t. In fact it was more like a sign, a little sign for you to prepare yourself for what’s coming.

You didn’t get the little hint he gave you, totally unprepared once his grip around your throat grew stronger, making your breathing stop, as he slammed his hips at ruthless speed. He enjoyed playing with you, giving you only a second to fight for air, before he puts the pressure around your neck again, wrapping his fingers firmly around it.

In one moment you weren’t sure if he forgot about the fact that you couldn’t breath, hand wrapped around your throat for too long making your eyes roll back. You clenched his hair, yanking it tightly, giving him a sign that you need air, only for him to smirk in response as he held it even tighter, thrusting into you with much more force then he did before.

You were more then grateful when he gave you a whole minute to breath properly. But even without his hand around your neck, you had trouble catching your breath since he was hitting your sweet spot all over and over again. Of course, that was your problem and not his.

Feeling your walls getting tighter around his dick, he once again put the not so small pressure onto your throat, forcing the tears out of you as he continued to reach your g spot each time he slammed back inside. Scratching his back, your grabbed his hand that was wrapped around your throat with your own, closing your eyes shut as you found yourself coming undone. You weren’t sure if it was because of the lack of air, or because he didn’t stop his movements, but the orgasm that hit you was the best one you ever had.

In that moment, Touya left your neck alone, smirking to himself as he noticed the marks of his fingertips buried deep in the skin of your neck. Placing his hands onto your hips, he sped up, rocking his hips against your at animalistic speed as he reached his own high.

Groaning loudly he came inside, body collapsing on your own as he slowly fucked his seed into you, as he repeated how much he loves you all over again.

Once the two of you finally calmed down, Touya helped you clean yourself, being extra careful like you were a small piece of glass that was about to break any moment.

Hopping back onto the couch, you rolled your eyes at the view of the ending of the stupid movie Touya found. He wrapped his arm around you, snatching the cigarette that was hanging between your lips and placing it between his own.

,,Oh God’’ you gasped loudly, as your cat jumped on top of you, making you jump a bit in surprise. ,, Fuck off Taquito, I have a boyfriend’’ you pushed your cat lightly away, repeating the words Touya said few hours ago, making him grin widely as he placed a kiss on your cheek.

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haikyuuwaifu · 3 years

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Intro 2

Genre: Humor

Warnings: Swearing, Killer Clown PFP

MASTERLIST

SPOOKY BITCHES

-Y/n’s favorite time of year is spooky season. She does a fashion show every single year and the public adores it. The week of the fashion show they do a drive and fundraiser’s and they’ll visit elementary schools. Mina has been trying to get Y/n a boyfriend for ages. She’s busy though and most the guys Mina knows are stupid or only after Y/N for her connections. Y/N and Shinsou have been friends for ever. It’s an ongoing joke that they’ll have kids together. They just might if they can’t find the right partners.

-Shinsou hasn’t had time or made time for a relationship. When he was first starting out, he fell for a fellow model but they ended up fucking him over for their dream job. Denki is a handful, and he gets the group in trouble more often than not. Y/N has to use her status to get him out of getting arrested at least 3 times a month.

-Mina does in fact have terrible taste in men. She’s a genuine sweetheart, and she just wants to find love. The men she goes for are toxic as fuck and she thinks she can “fix” them. Mitsuki and Rumi get into it all the time. Usually over Y/N. Whenver that happens Y/N sits with Mitsuki’s husband and they discuss future lines and shows while the two women fight it out. Rumi is a mega simp for Yaoyarozu. She’s been watching her rise up from the beginning. She’s also been begging for Y/N to book Momo for a while, but Y/N needs to make sure she was ready.

-Denki is only in love with one man. That man is the police officer that assisted him a year and a half before. Since then, he’s been trying to find out who the man was by getting involved in police things. Not his brightest moment, but at this point he’s desperate. Y/N might bully Mina, but that doesn’t mean she’s a horrible boss. She’s the best boss Mina has ever worked under, and Y/N has decided that when it’s time, Mina will be working alongside her as partners. She’s got great talent, she just needs to be a lot more sure of herself.

-Tomura Shigaraki. Celeberity problem child. He’s also got a huge ass thing for our resident dumbass Natsuo Todoroki. While Shiggy hates politics and how sleazy they are, he’s been following Natsuo from the beginning and he believes that someone like him can make a huge difference. Doesn’t mean he’s going to be a nice guy though ;) Y/N will never end Denki’s contract. She just likes to say that so she can scare him a little. The cop Denki is in “love” with is actually Kirishima. Denki was doing a fan meet when someone stole his wallet. It was a crazy fan that wanted to know his address. Kirishima was off that day, but he happened to be walking by. He chased the guy down 5 blocks, and then had him arrested for a mugging, and later stalking. (Kirishima is aware of who Denki Kaminari was and after the whole ordeal gushed and giggled about it on Katsuki and Dabi’s couch for hours.) Shinsou doesn’t sleep well without Y/N. So when he’s ready to nap she’s always there working while he sleeps.

Intro 1|Ch.1

A/N: THERE ARE NO TAGLISTS

#eris halloween surprise #bnha fanfiction #bnha scenarios #bnha bakugou #bnha #bnha smau #smau #bakugo katuski #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #mha dabi #bnha dabi #dabi x reader

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father-time-and-baby-new-year · 3 years

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I love bully shiggy, but i love shiggy angst more, so could you write some bully shiggy angst where reader goes to live somewere else or just...dies or something? I need the bully to suffer of a broken heart hehehehe thank you!

your wish is my command. TW: death, violence, slight mentions of past noncon and past dubcon, angst, drugs

Most, if not all throughout his life, Shigaraki has always gotten what he wanted. Rich parents helped. His absurd talent for computer science helped, and when his parents were being especially annoying and threatening to cut him off-well thank god his crypto is going to the moon.

No, he couldn't say he was happy. But he wasn't sad either. Objectively, he knew he had a good life. Happiness is foreign to him, but thrills aren't. Mindless enjoyment isn't. He smokes skinny Korean cigarettes, snorts cocaine off glass tables, places acid tabs under his tongue, and fucks girls when he's high, sober, coming up, or coming down.

You were happy though. You were the kind of girl to be very grateful to live, the kind of girl who walked through life like the sun was shining on her, the kind of girl he hated and wanted to crush under his thumb.

No, that's a lie. He's never hated you. He could never hate his favorite toy no matter how many times she misbehaves.

So when you fucking died, of course, he didn’t believe it. Not at first. Not fucking possible. Not until he saw your fucking body, all twisted into grotesque angles because you were trying to save a stupid kid who was on the road when he shouldn’t have been. Fuck, out of everyone, at least you deserved a peaceful death.

And it’s so like you to throw yourself into oncoming traffic, trying to save other people. Always other people. The complete and utter opposite of him. He wasn’t even aware he had a heart, the metaphorical one that felt emotions because his real beating heart was a jumbled-up mess of pounding and vessels.

But all that adrenaline is gone now and there’s a hole where his heart is. A you-shaped absence imprinted on his body and mind. He was already so so numb but the flashes of feelings, the memories hurt. He smells your perfume in the scent of wildflowers and it drives him insane.

His drug habit had gotten exponentially worse. Days and nights blurred into frenzied chaos. How could he sleep when your voice on discord wasn’t the last thing he could hear before shutting his eyes? The cocaine has probably burned off the inside of his nose, and acid flashbacks wouldn’t be so bad if the patterns didn’t spell out your name.

How dare you leave him alone? How dare you? You were supposed to die whenever he dies. Your existence was meant to be alongside his.

His last straw is when he finally shows up to school and everyone looks at him with eyes of sympathy. It doesn't click until a reassuring hand is over his shoulder, “It’s okay, Shigaraki. We know you were good friends.”

He can’t stop laughing. Laughing and laughing until his jaw is going to unhinge itself. Everyone looks uncomfortable, perplexed by the sudden onslaught of never-ending laughter. A know-it-all voice chirps in the background, “...normal traumatic response.”

He excuses himself to the bathroom much to the relief of his classmates because they were not used to a manic Shigaraki, the boy who was usually cold and aloof. He grips the porcelain sink, laughing. He wonders why there are water drops falling into the basin. He wonders why he’s crying. And once the first few drops fall, the dam breaks. He’s sobbing.

How brain dead does everyone have to be to think you guys were friends. Yeah, Shigaraki was a great friend to you as he forced you to jerk him off. He was a great friend when he threatened revenge porn if you didn’t break up with your doofus boyfriend. And he definitely was a great friend, when he stumbled into your house high as balls, fully knowing you’d be alone that night and fucked you until you bled on your sheets. Victory tasted like your virginity on his dick that seemed like it would never soften.

Was everyone that blind to what you were going through? How much he hurt you? He wondered what you’d say if you here right now. You’d probably laugh too, wouldn’t you? Laughed until you cried and couldn’t stop crying.

Dabi and Hawks tried. They did. But they weren’t friends who sat around talking about their respective traumas despite being well too aware of how fucked up each other’s home lives were. But Shigaraki’s grief was different. Dabi tried to put himself in his blue-haired friend’s shoes. If Natsuo or Fuyumi died, he probably wouldn’t take it so well either. Still, he couldn’t fathom why Shigaraki would be so sad over some pussy, however tight it may be. Hawks especially could not understand, girls being replaceable him too like model cars—infinitely less valuable of course. The golden-haired boy had no frame of reference, but he did crash his Audi R8 which was his favorite car. Maybe that’s what Shigaraki is feeling, the loss of something very precious. (Maybe Hawks wasn’t too far off. Shigaraki did treat you like a possession.)

He visits your grave often, every day if he can. It’s beautiful, encased in obsidian and marble, gold lettering announcing the tragedy of your short life. He never learned what your favorite flowers were so he returns with a different bouquet each time. Today’s were pink carnations.

Much to his surprise, there was a figure already standing there. Your father, he recognizes. “You come at a time when no one else does so it’s hard to get a hold of you.” That was on purpose of course. He didn’t want to complain to you with an audience.

“I’m sorry I don’t know who you are but the way you come here every day with flowers, spending hours at a time you must have loved my daughter very much.”

His throat closes. He doesn’t know what to say.

Shigaraki cries more when he goes home, an avalanche of memories saturating his brain. Memories of your smile, your sarcastic quips, how he could never shut you up when you were talking about your favorite manga.

There’s a revolver in his desk. He could do it. Shoot his own brains out. Be where you are. His hands are shaking. Is he this much of a coward? You don’t care right, you wanted him to die right? For all the shit he did to you? You told him you had nightmares, that when you closed your eyes, all you could see was him.

But you were a bleeding heart. You’d never wish that upon anyone. Shigaraki looks out the window, wondering that if he could do it all over again, whether he’d be kinder to you.

No, he wouldn’t be.

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rarepears · 3 years

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Time travel!Bakugou X Endeavor

Inspired by the fact that I want to see more of Bakugou primped up and dressed to the nines going around looking like a trophy wife.

Time travel! Bakugou X Endeavor

So yeah, we have an adult version of Bakugou time traveling back to stop AFO and kill LOV before LOV begins.

Why marry Endeavor? First it was a great way to get close to the No. 2 hero so he could strategize, manipulate, and use the hero against AFO and future LOV without AFO (or the hero) knowing. Plus it would give half and half a better childhood... hopefully?

Some other details:

Bakugou crossdressing when he goes out so he doesn't look like an aged up version of kid Bakugou. Also doesn't want to draw attention to the kiddo version of him (esp. with quirk traffickers and all.)

Bakugou is too busy gathering intel and taking down parts of AFO's criminal empire to officially be a hero. Plus that would be way too easy to track Bakugou down as the cause if he's a hero considering how HPSC has so many AFO spies. So on paper, Bakugou also appears as a trophy wife. People assume that he was some small time model that managed to snag a rich hero for a husband. (Gold digger Bakugou lmao.)

Bakugou does work as a model cause it's a great way to meet heroes and get their contact info. And works as a great excuse to meet up with the heroes too. AFO has no reason get suspicious of some model meeting up with heroes after all.

If you think Endeavor is headstrong, Bakugou is even more so. Plus he's so competitive that he draws out the competitiveness of all of the kids. Aka the kids now find training fun. And of course, seeing how the world goes to shit in the future, he demands Endeavor to train Fuyumi and Natsuo as well.

How do the kids appear? Surrogacy. Yep, Rei served as the egg donor.

Mei did her Mei stuff to make sure all the Todoroki kids would pop up.

So why not have Rei be married to Endeavor first? Lots of reasons.

Rei's parents (since they are willing to sell their daughter into marriage basically) probably thought: oh, it's just a few eggs, Rei. You got thousands more. And we can still sell you off to another marriage so this is basically free money.

Don't think Rei would be willing to leave her kids either in a divorce since it's obvious that Endeavor would be keeping the kids.

Another issue would be that generally it's thought that step parents will mistreat the children (at least in China, dunno about Japan) and Bakugou would be coming off as a Mistress and Gold Digger since Endeavor is divorcing Rei to get married to Bakugou (lmao) which would give Rei even bigger reasons to not divorce for the safety of her kids if Bakugou becomes the step mom. (There's a lot of horror stories about step parents in Asian culture that the fear would be warranted, particularly with rich families. And Rei would worry about if/when Bakugou has "her" own kids with Endeavor that her kids would get severely neglected.)

Oh shit, we can have Bakugou adopt all the kids too. Hello Farmer!Shiggy. Adopt the cute Eri too. Maybe add a birdy named Hawks into the nest as well.

#bakugou katsuki #endeavor #crackship #rarepears #bnha ideas #time travel #bakugou x endeavor #todoroki family #model bakugou #fix it fic

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touyota · 3 years

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Catfish

☁ Summary: Tomura is hopeless when it comes to relationships, and soon that’s all subject to change. With the power of Tinder, Touya and one oblivious chick on his side, who knows what can happen.

A/N: omgggg, i’ve lurked on my priv for the past year and finally decided to stop being a narc and post something. i haven’t written in forever and it shows lmao, but uh yeah pls give me feedback if you’d like. (also idk if this has been. done before, but sorryyy if it has)

☁ Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x fem!Reader

☁ Warnings: Non-con/dub-con, manipulation, dumbfication (if you squint), slapping, yandere, catfishing

"Fuck I'm horny."

Tomura groaned into his pillow, conflicted with whether he should be agitated or turned on. Due to his third nap of the day being interrupted by the excessive lewd noises coming from the shared living room. Tomura's roommate, Touya, had no real understanding of boundaries and was often more bothersome than helpful. Still, without his portion of the rent, he'd be on the streets struggling to find an apartment within his meager budget.

"Keep fucking me, Touya-san!" The plea echoed through the thin walls of the shoddy apartment. At least someone was getting laid. The last time Tomura had gotten lucky was at an impromptu Halloween party thrown by Touya at the apartment.

He went as Jason Vorhees using a dingy hockey mask he found in Touya's closet. The poor girl in question, who came dressed as an angel, was drunk out of her mind. She clung to Tomura's scrawny body incoherently, slurring about "How hot it would be to fuck a murderer." The fling hadn't lasted long before the young lady in question toppled over the side of his bed and hurled her entire cup of jungle juice onto the floor. Poor Tomura had to spend his night nursing her head over the toilet. Making a mental note to tell Touya that he couldn't invite any freshmen to their parties ever again.

Tomura ended up seeing her again in passing on campus, giving a small smile as she walked by. Only to be met with an eye roll as she turned to walk in the opposite direction. Fucking bitch... Other than that, Tomura had found himself too busy writing code, playing video games, and browsing Reddit to dedicate any time to dating. The polar opposite of his roomie Touya-san, a communications major whose schedule consisted of dating? If you considered fucking the same chick for a week before ghosting her dating, sleeping, and eating and drinking Tomura out of a house and home.

"You ready for my load? You're my little cum dump, right? Say you're my cum du-"

Speaking of fucking, Tomura's hard-on was starting to hurt, and what better way to relieve himself than to beat off to the action in the adjacent room.

He started to palm himself over his sweats, erection already beginning to poke through. Figuring that he's teased himself enough, he lowered his boxers, allowing his cock to slap against his stomach, throbbing and angry. He slowly stroked himself, gathering the pre-cum spouting from the tip, and used it to lube the rest of his cock.

"Pleaseee fuck! I'm your little cum dump! I swear Touya!"

Tomura started to stroke his cock faster, leaving a squelching noise with each stroke. He was barely managing to suppress his moans. Knowing how Touya wouldn't let him hear the end of it if he got caught fucking his hand to the sounds of their subtle lovemaking.

"Fuckfuckfuck... I'm cumming!" Touya grunted, giving out after his final stroke.

Tomura followed suit, flicking his wrist with each stroke. As his orgasm finally took hold of him, biting into his shirt to stifle his moan as he came all over his fist.

"Are you fucking serious, Touya?"

"What?"

"I didn't get to cum?"

"Um… I'm sure you can take care of that when you get home."

"You're such a piece of sh-"

Tomura tuned out the rest of his roommate's performance. Really hoping he'd wrap it up cause he really needed to take a piss and couldn't make it to the bathroom without passing through the living room.

After hearing a respectable amount of silence, he figured it was safe to leave the room. Of course, he was wrong; he was met with a staredown between Touya and a petite blonde woman.

"I'm sure your roommate Tenko wouldn't leave a lady hanging like that."

"It's Tomura," he muttered.

"Same fucking thing, my point still stands," The mystery woman huffed. There was a pregnant pause before Touya doubled over in laughter, clutching his chest.

"You think this cuck knows how to take care of a lady? Yeah, it's time to go, Tara."

"It's Toga, you shit stai-"her statement was abruptly interrupted, the door slamming in her face. Touya's back slid down against the door as he sat facing Tomura.

"Chicks? Am I right?" Touya sighed, peering over at Tomura, who had just left the bathroom. "Speaking of chicks, when's the last time you had sex, Shiggy?"

"It's been... a while." Tomura shrugged, not wanting to indulge his roommate with the details of his sex life.

"Well, we can't have that, can we? Let's make you a Tinder." Touya proudly announced, excited at the prospect of playing matchmaker for his roommate. Tomura reluctantly gave in, knowing once Touya was set on something, it was bound to happen one way or another.

Two blunts later, Tomura and Touya were strewn over the couch, mulling over his profile's final details. It consisted of three pics, one from the Halloween party, another from their most recent function. The last pic is a selfie of him in a black hoodie with sunglasses on. The icing on top is the bio that unironically stated, "Freak in the sheets, gamer in the streets."

"You're gonna be a real pussy magnet shiggy. Just wait, you'll have to fight the chicks off with a stick after they see this." Touya chuckled as he took another puff of the blunt.

"Go to hell and stop hogging; you didn't put shit in on this anyways," Tomura muttered as he snatched the blunt away to take a pull. Maybe he would find some success, he entertained the concept of having a consistent fuck buddy, but sometimes he was lonely and just wanted someone to lay up with. He wanted to be optimistic about something for once, taking his final pull and ashing the blunt out. The smoky haze and intoxicating scent lulling him to sleep.

Fuck optimism, Tomura thought. It had been three days with zero matches or messages, and he was starting to think there had to be a glitch in the system. The only time he had seen a match is when he accidentally swiped on Midnight's profile, a famous Only fans content creator who specialized in BDSM. The same Midnight that he happened to be a top donor for and occasionally bought panties from, but that's beside the point. The profile was poorly made with blurry, uncropped pics taken straight from her social media profiles. The lack of detail and legitimacy was apparent. Tomura felt terrible for the poor soul who probably fell for it, but it made him think…

Why not see how different the response would be if he ran a profile under someone else's guise. Someone more attractive, someone more affluent, and someone more famous. This was simply a social experiment; no harm would come from it of course. He would simply ghost anyone who wanted to meet, keeping all interactions virtual. Now who could he possibly pretend to be. without getting caught. Tomura's eyes finally settled on an Axe ad playing on tv featuring male model Keigo Takami. Mr. tall, blonde, and handsome would definitely attract the feminine masses.

Ding ding ding, it was like a bell went off in his head; he had found his new look. He started to scour the internet for any pictures of Hawks that weren't already posted to his socials and be sure to crop any evidence out. A few hours later, Tomura gazed over his final product. He thought it seemed too good to be true; he was sure that anyone with a working brain would know the profile was clearly a catfish. It was too clean, too pristine, and too perfect, but Tomura was tired of the profile's nit-picking details and saved his last changes. It was starting to get dark, and he had to begin his Comp Sci homework soon so he'd have time to play zombies on Call of Duty later.

Tomura woke to a multitude of buzzes notifying him of the several hundred matches he'd accumulated overnight on his Hawks profile. Apparently, no one had a working brain within the 15-mile radius. The messages were filled with tons of chicks he had seen on campus or in class. He even recognized the one from the Halloween party. He spent his morning smoke break, siphoning through the various contenders.

Too tall.

Too blonde.

Too ugly.

Until...

He finally stopped scrolling when he reached your profile; he had seen you before in his Major classes. You were a somewhat modest girl, always working to be an overachiever and teacher's pet. You hadn't spoken to him before, only forcing a smile when Tomura was caught staring at you in class. You were talented, beautiful, quiet, and you hadn't encountered Touya yet. You were everything he had wanted, and more. He started to type a message awaiting your response.

Keigo: "What's keeping you up this late, love ;)"

Tomura thought to keep it casual enough to fit his suave persona.

Y/N: "lol, just sum late night studying keeping me up."

Y/N: "won't lie im very nervous to texting you rn, i'm a big fan

Keigo: "it's gud knowing i have fans as cute as you ;p"

The conversation seemed to flow from there between you two, texting for almost two weeks strong. Tomura had learned so much about you in a short time, your favorite foods, your favorite color, favorite music, and your dislikes as well. Touya often came by his room to check in on Operation: Get Shiggy Some Pussy, only to be met with a "Fuck off," and yet another door slammed in his face.

You gushed over how lucky you were to be texting the one and only Keigo Takami. Of course, you were skeptical at first, but what kind of fucked up person would take the time to pretend to be another person? The conversation between you two was great and always kept you on your toes. Still, sometimes days would pass before you received a response; you chalked it to the fact that he was always busy as a celebrity and didn't always have time to respond to you.

You were currently lying in bed and unable to fall asleep; you peered at your phone to see that it was 2:05 am. You let out a sigh, preparing to stare at your ceiling until you finally fell asleep, only to be interrupted by a chime from your phone. It was a message from Keigo.

Keigo: you up? ;(

You instantly typed a response, scared that you had done something wrong.

Y/N: yup, what's wrong…?

Keigo: i'm so fucking hard rn baby ;(((

Oh shit, you hadn't prepared yourself for that response; maybe he injured himself at work or-

Keigo: you still there babe? send a pic ;p

You definitely hadn't prepared for that, but who were you to deny him. Keigo could've asked anyone else in the world, but he asked you. Not wanting to leave him waiting, you quickly shucked your shirt off and used your arm to push up your breasts, giving an illusion of the perfect push up bra. You promptly took several pics, taking the time to edit and select the ideal filters to complement your skin tone.

Y/N: 1 image sent

A bubble indicating him typing popped up instantly

Keigo: 3 images sent

Keigo: fuckkkk babe, ur such a tease

You opened the pics, feeling your panties dampen slightly. It was a cock, well Keigo's cock, fat and engorged, leaking pre-cum against his toned belly. He was mostly well-groomed, but a prominent white tuft of hair appears in the picture, making you wonder if Keigo was actually a natural blonde.

Keigo: 1 video sent

let me see that pretty pussy baby,

It was a video of Keigo languidly stroking his cock, how romantic. It was only right for a gorgeous man like Keigo to have a pretty cock to match. What he lacked in girth was definitely made up for in length, complemented with a slight curve that could definitely reach that itch that none of your toys could scratch. By now, you had ditched your panties and started to slowly start to fuck yourself open with one finger at a time. You started recording and angled the phone against your pillow, trying to capture you desperately fucking yourself on your fingers, letting out a small whimper with each thrust.

Y/N: 1 video sent

You began to fuck yourself vigorously, dragging the accumulated slick over your clit with slow, circular strokes. You felt your orgasm on the brink, growing more restless and desperate, humping reverently at your fingers, whimpering desperately; you were so close...There was a sudden surge of fluid from your core, incoherent mumbles leaving your mouth as you kept carefully fucked yourself through your climax. The post-orgasm bliss lulling you to sleep, your eyes had finally fluttered shut, only to be awakened by another chime.

Keigo: 1 image sent

look @ all that cum baby, its all for you ;)

Y/N: when can we meet? my fingers can only work for so long :p

Read: 2:53 am

Aw man, maybe he fell asleep. You were definitely fighting sleep at this point as well, finally closing your eyes, satisfied for the night.

Tomura struggled to catch his breath, reaching for his discarded shirt to wipe the sticky cum off of his stomach. That was the third time this month you'd ask about a meeting, and it was frankly starting to piss him off. He'd have to come up with something fast if he wanted to keep you around. Even though he didn't have much of a moral compass left in his body, the feeling of guilt was hard to ignore. You didn't deserve to be roped into his fucked up social experiment…

A yawn interrupted Tomura's guilty thoughts. He could continue to feel guilty when he wakes up tomorrow.

The following week your prayers had been answered, Keigo finally agreed to meet! It had been such a bittersweet feeling. What if he thought you looked nothing like your profile pictures? Would he reject you and run the other way, screaming? You tried to push your doubtful feelings down by distracting yourself with running errands. Finding the perfect outfit to wear, getting every inch of your body waxed, and picking up a lacy red lingerie set.

Upon getting back to your apartment, you found a red bouquet of roses on the doormat. They were clearly store-bought and not of excellent quality… but it's the thought that counts!

Lots of celebrities were frugal, and of course, Keigo was no different. After further inspection, a small white card with an address and time. You searched the address finding a mid-grade hotel on the outskirts of the city. Keigo was definitely a (cheap) frugal man dedicated to his discretion. Soon realizing that the time on the card was approaching, you quickly ran to shower and primp yourself for the evening. Not even thinking to question how he found your address in the first place...

You had finally arrived at the sketchy hotel, noting that there were little to no cars in the parking lot and noting that none of them looked like they belonged to Keigo. You wandered through the lobby until you finally reached the elevator, tapping the button for the 5th floor. You tried to shake off your pre-meeting jitters, you already knew everything would be fine, but you couldn't shake the feeling of something wrong...

Those intrusive thoughts were soon interrupted by the chime that indicated you had reached your floor. You took a deep breath as you stepped off the elevator, pacing yourself as you walked to your destination.

Room 555

How fitting, you thought. Your knuckles rasped against the door several times.

"Come in." A voice sounded through the door.

You peeked your head around the door before taking a step in the room, not being able to locate the owner of the voice. You gasped after taking the appearance of the room. The room had rose petals haphazardly strewn across the floor. Candles flickered on the dresser, a bubble bath was run in the bathroom, and to top it off, a too cheap bottle of champagne on ice.

There was clearly an effort made, which made your heart swoon, hoping to put a real face to the man you've been speaking to for the past few months, you said out into the empty room.

"Keigo, I like what you've done with the place. You can come out now," you giggled.

"I'm glad you got the flowers," a raspy voice responded.

.......Huh?

Your joy instantly crushed, having heard Keigo's voice multiple times in the interviews you've seen, it sounded nothing like that. Unless he'd suddenly started chain-smoking within the past few months. A loud alarm started going off in your head. It was definitely time to go.

You twirled on your heels and reached for the doorknob, only to be stopped by a hand gripping your upper arm.

"Leaving so soon? The bathwater is still warm…" The mystery voice informed.

"Oh… I think I have the wrong room, so sorry about that." You squeaked, attempting to reach the door again only to be dragged into a bony chest.

Your chin was tilted, forcing you to meet eyes with "Keigo." Who was actually a porcelain-skinned tower of a man with shaggy white hair that had an oddly familiar look to him?

"Let me go! You're not Keigo!" You screamed, hoping to alert any other guests on the floor.

"Fucking took you long enough. I thought you were smarter than those other bitches on campus. Tomura balked, struggling to keep you still in his grasp.

Campus. That's where you recognized the face and voice of your captor, you were both in the same Comp Sci class, and you'd often caught him staring as you worked, chalking it up to you having something on your face or in your teeth. The realization caused tears to spurt from your eyes.

"Poor baby, didn't mommy and daddy teach you to not speak to strangers on the internet?"

"I-I thought y-you were K-Keigo," you gasped, struggling to control your sobs.

"Well, I'm not. Get over it." Tomura slurred, placing sloppy kisses over your collar bone, slowly backing you towards the bed.

You couldn't bring yourself to move or fight anymore, body stiff with fear. Your sobs increase in volume after feeling your legs make contact with the edge of the bed. You didn't know this man from a can of paint, and here he is about to assault you.

"Stop crying before I leak those sexy little videos you shared with "Keigo." Imagine if everyone in the class knew how much of an easy slut you are?" Tomura hissed, shoving you unto the stiff mattress, springs squeaking as you bounced.

You cradled your mouth, struggling to stifle your sobs. Why hadn't you recognized the signs sooner? You spent so much time looking at the situation through rose-colored lenses that you had utterly neglected your safety. But it wasn't the time to feign sympathy for yourself. You needed to take action, and soon—the shaggy haired stranger dragging your motionless body towards the end of the headboard.

"Wait!" You gasped, hoping that you could possibly reason with your captor.

"What's your name?

This was your final chance to escape. You suddenly kicked forward, aiming for his face, failing miserably as it was blocked. Both legs were then shoved into a mating press, granting Tomura the space to press himself even closer to you.

A groan left Tomura's mouth, frotting against your clothed mound, smothering your neck with sloppy saliva drenched kisses. You cowered at the feeling, curling away from his advances. The dry humping continued until a final groan of desperation was released. He was too grown for this shit and didn't feel like going home with stained boxers when your sweet heat was right in front of him.

The red bodycon dress you decided on was shredded down the middle, leaving you in your lingerie set. You added that to the list of things you were already regretting, moving to cover yourself the best you could. Your efforts to preserve the crumb of modesty you had left were futile, both hands knocked out of the way.

"You don't have to hide princess, I think Christmas came early.” “You're wrapped so pretty, baby." He chuckled, moving to fondle your breasts. Taking the time to pinch and pull at both nipples, drawing small hesitant gasps.

"I'll play with these more later. You don't know how long I've waited to play with that cute little pussy in person." You felt your panties tugged to the side, embarrassed with the amount of arousal accumulated below. The feeling was soon replaced with horror after feeling the tip of his cock dragged between your slit.

Tomura used the residual slick to grease his cock, bypassing the need to stretch you out. He pressed forward, forcing himself inside, pausing to catch his breath. Damn... it's been a long time.

You yelped in pain, closing your eyes in hopes of blocking out the situation at hand. You felt him start to pick up his pace, causing small tinges of pain to course through your body.

"Mmmm, open your eyes. I want you to watch me fuck you." He gasped, realizing you hadn't complied yet, he landed a firm slap on your cheek. "Not only are you dumb, but you're also deaf too… open. SMACK your. SMACK fucking. SMACK eyes."

Your eyes shot open, brimming with tears, finding yourself face to face with your captor. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, dainty white lashes framing the lids, traces of dry patches on his face. He wasn't ugly. You'd honestly give him a chance if he asked you out like a decent human being.

His pace had gained traction, hips crashing against yours. You found yourself slowly succumbing to the pleasure, discreetly fucking yourself against him. You wanted to protest and resist against him, but with your inhibitions lowered, you found it hard to comply. Each thrust pulling you further into the abyss that was your impending orgasm. Your lust-filled thoughts being interrupted by the stranger's incoherent mumbling.

"Tomura."

"Huh?" you whimpered, not fully understanding what he said.

"My name is Tomura."

"Okay and mine i-"

"Shut up and say my name." Tomura's thrusts were sporadic, signaling his impending climax. "Beg me to cum…... please."

You barely registered the final demand, not recognizing the soft tone of his voice.

"T-tomura, p-please let me cum!" you begged, right on edge needing something, anything to push you over.

Two nimble, callused fingers drew delicate circles over your clit, forcing you to writhe and sob as your orgasm coursed through your body. The feeling that followed was one of warmth as Tomura came, slowing his thrusts until he collapsed, encasing you in his arms.

Your eyes fluttered shut with your post-orgasm haze lulling you to sleep until a wet, sticky substance trickled along your inner thigh...

What the fuck....

You nearly launched yourself from the bed, fighting to separate yourself from your captor's arms.

"What is wrong with you?"

"You didn't use a condom," you wailed, tears perched at the corner of your eyes. You didn't have the time for a child, you were doing great in classes, your parents would reject you, you'd be stuck playing house with some stranger and-

"Stop muttering. You're fucking up my nap. I'll buy a Plan B when I wake up." Tomura mumbled into the pillow, dragging you back into his chest.

You continued to fight his grasp, pausing after feeling a firm pinch to your side. Fighting was futile at this point, and you couldn't fully assess the situation until you had some decent sleep.

Closing your eyes for a few seconds wouldn't hurt…right?

#bnha x reader #yandere bnha #bnha smut #shiggy x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura x reader #mha x reader #mha imagines #mha x y/n #tw: noncon #tw: manipulation #tw: slapping #tw: dumbification

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palbabor-writes · 2 years

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*Sits in my therapy couch*

Oh boy I have some Thots to share about the MVA arc. Idk if you've seen the rest of the episodes by the time you get this ask, but just to make sure uhhh pls don't read until you have lol.

I know a lot of people have been really upset about how MVA was adapted, nothing in depth, i never looked too closely at anyone else's opinions because i wanted to see everything as a whole before i developed any opinions.

With that said....I do like what we got of MVA arc. To an extent.

I like what we got, some episodes more than others, how it wraps up everything more or less. Like most of what I consider important, they did fine with. Sad Man's Parade?? Excellent episode as a whole. Shigaraki's backstory episodes were also great for the most part. (Tho, I'm not fond of the fact they sprinkled some bits of his backstory in earlier episodes as like, some sorta wink-wink nudge nudge to the audience. I'd rather have had it all as a single whole in a cohesive fashion)

The rest of it? Ehh. You can really tell they cut out content that they shouldn't have. I thought the beginning part of season 5 was amazing and it kills me that there wasn't the same level of care during MVA. Wonky off model faces (dabi what have they done to you, you're not even 6 ft-) or detail that was lost to cut corners i feel (that scene where shiggy decayed that mob of people was just. two. frames.)

Side character arcs being shafted or cut completely, spinner im sorry dude you were supposed to be the narrator. A friend pointed out to me that this'll bite them in the ass later because his character arc becomes really important later on for his relationship with shigaraki and to the league as a whole?? and anime onlys are gonna be like ??? wtf why is spinner getting attention like this now?? (SO angry they left out the "beautiful horizon" line)

Like, holy shit Re-Destro's whole introduction. In the anime all he does is make a phonecall to shiggy, threatening to call the heroes on him if he didn't come for a high noon showdown. He just comes into play as a smiling politician, and then away from the cameras he casually murders one of his followers like it was nothing. that's an establishing character moment that should not have been cut out! And just...yanno. Some tiny world building that add context to the storyline as a whole. Sure you might not need it, but a little extra seasoning is appreciated. Toga's quirk therapy, the fuckin KKK esque anima meta quirk cult people. Hate that they were cut out.

anyway uh those are my thoughts, sorry this got so long lmao

hey, hey! sorry this took me so long to get to, but i finally watched all of season 5 & saw the movie this past weekend and i... well, idk what i was hoping for when it came to that, but the movie definitely DID NOT make up for what a mash up some of this season felt like.

warning: major spoilers for BNHA season 5 below the cut

totally agree with you about sad man's parade and the full Tenko backstory episodes! although nothing will ever, EVER compare to the beauty of Horikoshi's artwork and nuance, i was comforted by the care BONES poured into those frames.

however, was also kinda frustrated that they didn't give Tenko/Tomura his red eyes. i always figured that his mother and sister might have them - it makes sense, both genetically and thematically, for that to be a shared trait - not something that inherently symbolizes trauma? evilness? freaky-deaky eye color shifting??? after all, Bakugo has red eyes and they seem to be a seminormal occurrence in the general population as a whole, sooooooo why were Tenko's greyish brown?

but i digress...

because, like you mentioned, SPINNER is a much larger issue & that i do take an active issue with.

when we got to the MVA arc in the manga, it was such a massive switch up because suddenly the villains are our protagonists. we see their struggles and catch a glimpse of what the world, and hero society, looks like through their eyes. And for a downtrodden and discriminated person like Iguchi, (and i put person here because it seems like some of us kinda forget that Spinner is a MAN, not an animal, even though he has a mutation/quirk that makes him look like an iguana/lizard dude, he is a human, with a human brain, impulses & emotions) we see that life in this quirk based society is pretty fucked up.

the first group they square off against is a literal cult called the Creature Rejection Clan and their acolytes hate and actively persecute those who they deem as "abnormal," which in this case often refers to humans with animal like features. sure, they're called fossils but the rhetoric that they spew has always been present in the society of BNHA; it's just usually cloaked as microaggressions, and as we're told in the first chapter:

two of the biggest, or at least the most frequent, perpetrators of these anti-mutant microaggressions are the Todoroki boys. we first see it with Shotō, back during the Stain arc & then with Dabi in the Overhaul arc:

and neither of these are “accidental.” they’re both saying these dehumanizing names purposefully; for Shotō it’s undermining the authority of the police chief, whose assessment of his involvement in the rescue of Native & Iida goes against what Shotō deems to be “true�� and “righteous” heroics that saved lives - and for Dabi, well, he’s likely just doing it to irk Spinner, but it shows how low of an estimation he holds for this “lizard” shaped human.

and don’t think the fact that these are children of Endeavor escapes my notice either. sure, some of this is societal, but the shit we say out loud we’ve often learned is acceptable behavior from the examples that our family and loved ones set for us at a young age.

but the absolute destruction of Spinner’s involvement in BONES’ adaptation of the MVA arc is pathetic, imo. because quirk acceptance, or non-acceptance in this case, and the Meta Libration’s mission is a MASSIVE point for the overall tone of the upcoming war arc:

and don’t get me started on Re-Destro; they completely took away his impact and terror with that crumby entrance that they shoved together - what with him just sipping on wine & sounding like he’s joking around with the league. because idk if ya’ll remember, but Re-Destro’s original entrance is nothing short of bone chilling in the manga:

like... we didn’t know who the fuck that WAS.

and he just shows up in a commercial, where he’s all smiles, and then brutally SNAPS THE NECK OF HIS MUTANT ASSISTANT. i’m sorry... imma be what? who? guh. the missed impact of that boggles the mind. and sure, it’s a kid show, censorship, WHATEVER - but Midoriya oozed buckets upon buckets of blood in the new movie - so shoo with that, i don’t wanna hear it.

anywhoo! thanks so much for replying friend! i always love hearing your takes and as always you were spot on with so many of the things that needled under my skin during the watch. i get we wanna sell that the kids are cute, and look at this new and “improved” Endeavor guy, but they missed so much of the meat and potatoes with the MVA portion of the season & for me... the new movie didn’t make up for any of that trimming.

but lemme know what y’all think!

#hi #i woke up and chose violence today #bnha analysis #bnha season 5 #bnha season five #bnha season 5 spoilers #bnha anime spoilers #bnha spoilers #pal muses #and rambles #and goes off on tangents #and just goes off in general #asks #answered asks #with-a-whisper #pal and friends #mva arc #anime woes

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secondhand-trash · 4 years

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*confused shigaraki noises*

A/N: this one is for @leeswritingworld because I saw what you said in the server and while I suck at comforting people, so does Shiggy and I could channel that energy to write something cute qwq

Shigaraki was very confused and slightly panicking, but you didn’t hear that from me.

First of all, he had not been around many people to begin with. He was never taught to read expressions, to say things that people might want to hear in times when they needed to. If someone was sad, his optimal choice of response was to put them in a spot and wait until they were no longer upset given that said person was worth keeping around. If they weren’t, there was always the more efficient and direct way of removing them from his line of sight. After all, you couldn’t be upset if you were a pile of dust and it would save everyone a lot of time.

Second of all, he had found himself to be irritatingly incompetent when it came to anything related to you which brought him a lot of annoyance. Shigaraki did not like feeling uncertain about himself or having second thoughts to his own actions. He was meant to do great things and you couldn’t do great things when you were too busy wondering if you said something that might make someone hate you.

Not that he cared if you hated him or not. He didn’t, he really didn’t, despite feeling jittery because you were slouching on the bar counter with a horrifying void in your eyes and contemplating if he should say something.

He nearly stomped as he walked towards you from his corner in the hideout, halting to a pause when he actually got close to you upon the realisation that stomping probably wasn’t a normal human action when trying to look friendly. You did not seem to notice him, even when he was as stiff as a stick and hands itching to go up to his neck.

“Are you ok.”

It did not sound like he was asking you a question. His words came out a little bit too fast and harsh for it to do what those three words were supposed to do. You barely looked up, and he hated how indifferent you were to his snarl.

“I’m fine.” You said, monotoned and lacking any spirit. Shigaraki hated it, you sounded sad and sad people noises annoyed him especially when it was you being sad. You were not supposed to be sad around him, it would make him feel more things than he ever wanted to feel.

He tried very hard to think of what he did when he was sad, not that he liked to admit ever feeling that way but there were times when he would lay in bed and not being able to sleep, all the things that he repressed bubbling up inside him despite his constant denial.

You blinked when you saw the pasty hand in front of you. Following the hand all the way to see the actual hand that was holding it out to you.

“Hold this.” he said, not looking at you for even a bit as he awkwardly shoved the hand into your chest before walking away, not giving you the time to process what was going on or ask questions.

You twirled the model(?) hand that was usually equipped on your leader’s arm (you assumed that it was the one on his arm, you didn’t quite know how to differentiate each of them the way he did) and gingerly held it like he told you to. It was a weird texture, kinda leathery but felt almost skinlike.

He was trying to cheer you up? You guessed?

Maybe it had worked, you weren’t sure if you were comforted in any sense but a hand was indeed a great distraction.

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki imagine #bnha imagines #bnha imagine #bnha x reader

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kireii-writes · 4 years

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Hiii! Can I request HC’s for Shigaraki, Hawks and Deku with a reallllly tall S/O (Like over 6’5) whos super insecure about being so much bigger than them? Thank you🥺 (can be sfw or nsfw)

note: all characters are aged 18+

- deku’s a ray of sunshine, and he doesn’t mind if you’re taller and bigger than him. in fact, he might even be jealous of how tall you are.

- deku’s going to reassure you constantly and tell you how beautiful you are, no matter how you look. he’s going to embrace every single part of you, the good and the bad. after all, that’s what makes you special to him.

- he’s going to leave you cute little notes or text messages at random times of the day, telling you how much he loves you and how beautiful you look.

- when choosing outfit, you maybe insecure, but deku is going to hype you up and tell you how your figure and height makes the dress even better.

- he likes telling you how tall you are as a form of confidence boost, but if you’re uncomfortable with it, he’s going to stop bringing up you height.

- or, he’s going to tell you how much he envies you for your height and size.

- “i wish i was like you, y/n. that way i’m sure no one including kaachan would pick on me. i could also fight villains more easily that way.” deku smiles at you enviously.

- deku can’t stress enough how much you’re perfect to him, and that’s all that matters.

- as much of a nice guy he is, he’s going to get very mad when someone insults you, be it in front of you or behind your back. and a angry deku would honestly not do anyone good.

- if you’re constantly insecure even after he’s reassured you over and over again that he loves you for who you are, deku is going to patiently tell you how much you mean to him all over again until you grow confident of yourself bit by bit everyday.

- insecure? deku doesn’t know who that is. all he sees when he looks at you is his precious, perfect darling, and nothing’s going to change that. it doesn’t matter how you look. deku’s going to love you deeply.

- hawks is a big tease. which means he’s going to tease you about your height and size, but he knows where to draw the line.

- he’s going to ruffle your head and frown at you every time you feel insecure about how you look.

- likewise, hawk’s is going to tell you how perfect you are to him.

- “come on, y/n. if you weren’t the perfect one for me, i wouldn’t be with you.” hawks teased as he planted a kiss on your forehead.

- it’s true though. hawks is the kind of man to go for what he wants, and since he wants you, you must mean something special to him.

- hawks is also going to bring out to do activities that would make you grow more confident, like modelling.

- with his good looks, the pro-hero could easily land a modelling gig. and when he does, he’s going to bring you along and hype you up as you pose for the cameras if you actually agree to it.

- he’s also most likely to bring you out for a walk around the neighborhood when there are more people in the streets. that way, when people come up to him, he can proudly introduce you as his darling and boast about how amazing you look on a daily basis.

- “i bet all the other pro-heroes are jealous of me. i can’t help it, i have such an amazing baby with such a great figure.” hawks smirks as he holds you close.

- he’s hawks, so he’s going to make comments like

- “you have such long and beautiful leg. would you do me the favor of smothering me with your legs and thighs?” or

- “you have such an amazing figure, my love. no other man or woman can compare to you.”

- this man has absolutely no qualms about fighting someone publicly in the streets if the other person made a crude remark on how you look. before you know it, hawks is going to start throwing hands at them.

- if you come home looking upset or if he notices you constantly checking how you look in the mirror, hawks is going to ask you what’s wrong, and he’s going to keep pressing you until you tell him the truth. if it’s because someone said something insensitive about your height and figure, hawks is going to hunt that person down and drag them all the way to you so that they can apologize to you.

- afterwards, he’s going to reassure you that no matter what, you look perfect.

- “don’t worry, babe. those people must be blind to not see how beautiful you look. i don’t know why do they even have eyes for.”

- like hawks, shiggy’s a big tease. he’s going to tease you, but if he hears someone else talk about how you look, that person’s a goner. only he can make fun of you. of course, he doesn’t know when to stop sometimes. when that happens, he’s going to apologize to you, something he rarely ever does.

- he’s going to warn the other villains not to say anything rude to you or even bring up how you look. if he even has the slightest feeling that one of them are talking about your looks, that villain would suffer shigaraki’s wrath.

- secretly, he’s extremely jealous of you. why can’t he be tall as you? that way, maybe everyone would take him more seriously, and he would be able to at least intimidate all might a little.

- he doesn’t even need to hype you up- the other villains like toga, twice, and mr compress would constantly look at you in awe of how you look.

- but once there is no one around, shigaraki’s going to smother you with all the praises and affection he’s be keeping in for the whole day.

- “you’re so beautiful, y/n. i swear, if i find out anyone has been badmouthing you, i will kill them.” shigaraki smiled.

- he really doesn’t care who he kills. as long as someone makes a comment about you that makes you feel even more insecure, shigaraki has no problem using his quirk on them.

- he’s still going to treat you like his precious darling, and would make one of two villains accompany you wherever you go.

- shigaraki doesn’t really care how you look, and although he’s bad at praising other people, he’s going to try his best for you without mentioning anything about killing people or insulting them.

- he’s going to make fun of other people if it means being able to boost your confidence, even if it's just by a little bit. usually, dabi’s on the receiving end of shigaraki’s taunts.

- “look at how much taller my y/n is.” he taunts dabi. “how does it feel to be looked down upon by my beautiful y/n? i bet you wished you were as tall as y/n. not so intimidating now, are you?”

- no mater how you look, shigaraki is going to accept you for who you are.

#anime #bnha headcanons #bnha #bnha deku #deku x reader #deku headcanons #midoriya izuku #bnha hawks #hawks x reader #hawks headcanons #takami keigo #bnha shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki headcanons #shigaraki tomura #deku imagine #hawks imagine #shigaraki imagine

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leagueofidiots · 4 years

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I would like to present you an au that i think is right up your alley. where Kurigiri/shirakumo decideds to go fuck it and takes young shiggy away from afo and the doctor around this time he also finds out that the doctor is expreimenting on the dead?Son of endvour ,fuck it break in and take the child too and decided to raise them as his own so they don’t have to go through what he did all while the kids slowly fall in love.

ABSOLUTELY. You officially know me. I do have a story like this one on my ever-growing pile of WIPs, but I'm trying to remember I have actual December projects lol

Seriously though? I would die for this fic. Kurogiri has the potential to be such a great role model, given different circumstances. Like, I totally understand why he never did that, but if he did? POWER MOVE.

#good asks come from dad reveals #note to self #also great fic ideas #kurogiri #shirakumo #dabi #touya #shigaraki #shigadabi #I need to hurry up on that jin x reader #cloud nine #manga spoilers

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joshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh · 4 years

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I cleared out the last stars I needed to do for Mario 64, then did final Bowser’s again for the culture. Didn’t actually know he had different dialogue for 120 stars lol. Also I knew that Yoshi on the roof gave you 100 lives, but I actually didn’t know about the changed triple jump. Nice animation, sparkles are cute, makes wall jumping harder though, so not a great reward. But yeah this is the first time I’ve ever gotten 120 stars so, feeling pog.

So yeah, how do I feel about the game? I actually really like it! I remember liking it to some degree whenever I first played it, but I feel like there was something about the controls that just kept me from clicking with the game. But I didn’t really have any such issues this time around. Well I mean, I sorta did, Mario still has the problem where if you press in the opposite direction he’s facing it feels like a coin flip whether he’ll snap around or if he’ll decide to walk like a full circle around, the latter thing killing me every so often. But past that, controls actually felt really great. I feel like, the basics of the controls are a bit harder to get to grips with than in the other titles, maybe just as a product of its time, but I actually like that, because it raises the entry level in a fun way. And then the skill ceiling is like, super fucking high, so even though I’m not a god gamer (for this game anyway) it still felt like I had a lot of freedom to use the movement in nice ways. It just feels nice to play the game, it feels like you can have a lot of creativity and player expression in just how simply you move around the levels. That thing Shiggy decided where Mario had to be fun to control before like anything else in the game started development, yeah that paid off.

Of course good movement is nothing without good areas to move in, and I’ve already sort of implied that the levels are designed with the player’s capabilties in mind, so yes, by and large I think the level design is good. Levels are wide and open yet generally have enough in the way of obstacles and platforming that give you lots of ways to traverse about the level. Some levels are better than others of course, Rainbow Ride sucks fucking ass, but I had fun with the majority of levels, so that’s pretty pog.

Probably my biggest problem with the game is how certain stars are handled. Namely, I don’t like stars that pretty much just ask you to repeat an objective you did for another star. Tall Tall mountain is the worst offender - its first star being to reach the peak and grab the star and its second star asks you to reach the peak, grab a monkey, and then grab the star. This does end up happening to various degrees of offensiveness for the bulk of the levels in the game, and some more varied objectives would have helped levels feel more fresh and replayable rather than just having checklists. Speaking of checklists - the fact that the castle secret stars are just one number on the pause screen makes sense, but also fuck it because that doesn’t tell me what I do and don’t have. That wasn’t actually an issue for me here, I’m bursting with game knowledge after all, but I can still find it bad.

Visually, Mario 64 is like, I can’t deny its charm. Yeah it’s old and weird and polygonal and N64 graphics have aged a lot less gracefully than even some older platforms, but Mario 64 just, still looks nice. Maybe it’s 3D All-Stars’ polish helping that out a bit. But the game’s like, it’s got very bright and vibrant colours that make levels pop and Mario’s goofy ass polygonal model is fun and I love the dumb lower poly model he switches to at certain distances, it’s great. Musically, it’s Mario 64, we all know it, we all love it, just a lot of really catchy and memorable tunes that manage to stay fun to listen to throughout the entire game. I wish Rainbow Ride didn’t use the Slider music since that’s far too energetic a song for what’s basically an autoscroller, but otherwise shit’s all pog.

So yeah, I really like Mario 64. I think it’s aged really well and holds up super nicely today, and if you’ve never played it before, it’s worth picking up 3D All-Stars for. Or you could just emulate and not be a Nintendo simp, that’s probably the better idea honestly. Yeah. Cool game, cool time.

Next up is Sunshine. Which I’ve never even played before so that’ll be really interesting.

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Open Instagram and scroll, and you likely can’t go more than a few seconds without seeing someone you follow promoting a brand, whether it’s a celebrity, a wannabe celebrity, or that random girl you went to college with who’s somehow managed to become a famous fashion blogger.

According to the influencer management platform Traackr, 72 percent of major brands say they are dedicating a sizable portion of their marketing budgets to influencers — people with a strong relationship to an audience who can heavily sway decisions like purchasing habits. Fashion bloggers and your old gym instructor are, they believe, the future of advertising, because they connect with people more deeply than a page in a magazine or a celebrity and can therefore sway potential customers.

The influencer space, which once consisted of semi-famous bloggers making some extra cash on the side, has turned into a bona fide career path. The industry has evolved significantly over the years, whether it was from weathering the storm of new Federal Trade Commission requirements that influencers must now explicitly say when they’re being paid, or the rise of buying fake followers.

One person who’s managed to rise steadily through this crowded and often cutthroat space is Joe Gagliese, one of the co-founders of Viral Nation, an influencer agency that boasts the ability to “create the most viral, captivating and ROI-focused social media influencer campaigns for global brands.”

Viral Nation works with some influencers you probably know (like PewDiePie, one of the most followed people on YouTube), and plenty of others you likely haven’t heard of. By pairing them with major brands, Gagliese and his team of 50 take in millions in revenue through what you like, watch, and buy. I grabbed breakfast with Gagliese in New York City a few weeks ago to talk about the current state of the influencer industry. This interview has been edited and condensed.

How did you start out in the influencer space?

Me and my co-founder, Matthew Micheli, met in high school in Toronto and started ViralNation in 2012. We had previously been running a liquidation business where we’d buy returned items from major retailers and sell them to liquidators, so we had brand connections.

I also used to be a professional hockey player and had a lot of friends who play in the NHL. About six years ago, one of our friends was working as an agent for an NHL player, and he let me work on a few endorsement deals for his client. I noticed that big brands like Under Armour were slipping social media requirements into contracts, but hockey players weren’t getting anything extra because no one really understood its value.

We spent, like, a week studying platforms like YouTube, Instagram, Twitter, and Vine, and came up with a business model. We then started working with a few hockey players to build their social media presence and get them money off of their social. Our first client outside of the hockey space was Vine star named Ray Ligaya, who actually works for us now. We signed a deal with him and Post cereal, and two weeks later, one client turned into 16. Within our first year, we signed about $500,000 in endorsement deals for influencers, and pretty soon, we had signed, like, 700 influencers.

There are tons of influencer agencies out there. What makes Viral Nation different?

The reason we were successful is because we reached out to influencers, instead of going brand-side. We made ourselves be the ones that own the space of the influencers, whereas the different companies that wanted to work with brands have basically turned into our salesmen. Today, Viral Nation has relationships with 10,000 influencers, and are the biggest influencer agency in the space.

Who are the clients and influencers you work with?

We work with personalities like Liza Koshy and [Lilly Singh, who goes by the online alias] IISuperwomanII, [the comedian] Bart Baker, Scotty Sire, Lewis Hilsenteger [who goes by Unbox Therapy], the gamer SSSNIPERWOLF [whose real name is Lia Wolf], [and luxury content reviewer] Anish Bhatt.

In terms of brands, we work with hundreds, like Crayola, Anheuser-Busch, Spin Master, Match.com, Wish, Jet.com, Wrigley, Mars, Chinese tech giants Baidu and Tencent [a Chinese company that owns the messaging app WeChat], which is our biggest client by a long shot.

What sort of money do these brand deals make your company?

Four years ago, ViralNation was doing about $1.2 million annually, and last year we grew to $4.5 million. This year, the business is on track to make $20 million in deals.

Which platforms are influencers paid to make content on the most often?

It’s mostly Youtube and Instagram. Interestingly, over the last year and a half, not a single influencer has done a campaign with us on Snapchat.

How much do typical influencers make annually?

People with smaller followings [who are known as nanoinfluencers] can make between $30,000 and $60,000 a year. The micro-influencers can make anywhere from $40,000 to $100,000. Celeb influencers make way, way more.

What do influencers charge per post?

It depends on the influencer, and their follower numbers. A micro-influencer, which is someone that has 10,000 to 50,000 followers, is actually pretty valuable. They used to only pick up a couple hundred bucks, but today, they get a minimum of a few thousands dollars a post.

Influencers with up to 1 million followers can get $10,000 [per post], depending on the platform, and 1 million followers and up, you’re getting into territory where they can charge $100,000. Some can even get $250,000 for a post! Especially if the content is on Youtube and the influencer is in the gaming industry.

Why are these people considered so valuable?

These influencers have moved into celebrity territory. An endorsement from them is just as valuable as working with LeBron. They have incredibly engaged audiences and have an ability to push really big numbers.

We actually believe influencers are more impactful than athletes and TV stars because they are more relatable and so their audience is more tapped in. So it’s like, why pay a celebrity $50 million for a deal when that can be split up among influencers and make real impact?

Micro-influencers can make anywhere from $40,000 to $100,000 annually from social media content. Westend61/Getty Images

I don’t see how you can track this monetarily, though. To me, social media likes and views seem like a fake commodity that’s impossible to quantify.

We work very carefully to pull data from our campaigns. We look at views, likes, engagement rates, watch times, click-through rates, comments, you name it, to share with brands what is and isn’t possible. And the cool thing is we are able to actually guarantee a certain level of interaction.

Can you give me an example of how an influencer with a big following has proven their impact is equivalent to their follower numbers?

We work with this influencer, Demetrius Harmon, (who used to go by the handle MeechOnMars). He’s an African-American influencer who talks about anxiety and depression, and his engagement rate is something like 30 percent, which is obscene. He started a clothing line called You Matter, and everything sold out.

Have you ever seen an influencer campaign done wrong?

Uh, every day. Let’s use watches for an example, because I see you’re wearing a Michele watch. When influencers work with watch brands, everyone posts the same photo, which is a shot of them sitting in a cafe or somewhere, looking at their watch on their arm. In the caption, somewhere buried, is information about the watch.

That does absolutely nothing. The whole drive of an influencer, and what will get people clicking and buying, is to be creative. If you were good at the job, you’d talk about the watch and engage with the audience by telling them about its pros and cons, why you’d buy it, and who you’d buy it for. The reality is that 80 percent of the content in this industry is bad, like those watch photos, because that’s the easiest way to get it done. But the other 20 percent is what performs.

Is it easy to become an influencer?

No. It’s like winning the lottery. A lot of it is luck. Think of the guy who became famous for doing the Shiggy Dance [and helped Drake’s song In My Feelings blow up]. We just paid him a lot of money to go to a Lakers game as an ambassador for Wish.com. Four months ago, he didn’t exist! I think a lot of people want to be like him, but his fame won’t happen to most people. Being an influencer takes hard work, it’s a full-time job, and you could be working at it for four years before you hit it big.

Are there any winning factors to becoming one?

Unfortunately, beauty wins. Some brands don’t want to work with bigger girls. The landscape is kind of shitty in that way, especially for young girls, because the fastest-growing influencer industries are beauty and fitness.

The other thing, of course, is to have access. A couple of guys just reached out to us and their thing is that they are extremely wealthy and own 20 cars that are Lamborghinis, Ferraris, and McLarens. Everyone wants to be a luxury car influencer, but these guys already have the access, so I know they will kill it on YouTube.

So you’re more likely to succeed if you’re privileged?

A lot of the times, yes, which kind of sucks about this industry now, that that’s what it’s come down to.

Let’s use me as a case study. I’m a short, Jewish, brunette journalist and new mom who likes hiking and fashion. How much would it cost to turn me into a profitable influencer? Would I need a tummy tuck, or a glamorous new wardrobe?

I would focus on your personality, not on your life, because you are great and people relate to that. You could start blogging about your baby, or fashion, but I think people will like you more for you. From there, I’d say that for $250,000, we could help you become an influencer. We’d spend that making content and getting you doing collaborations. That would get you exposure to a point where brands will want to endorse you. But just to be clear, we don’t do that. We only work with influencers who are already at that level.

What are some of the negative aspects of being an influencer?

We’ve seen loyal followers turn on people really fast. Say something racist and you can count on your career being over instantly. I guess it speaks to the power of the platform, in that you can be built up really fast, but you can also lose everything really easily, because in reality, a lot of these relationships are [just] digital.

Is there anything you think brands are approaching wrong in this space?

I think a lot of brands want influencers that are young, and have the millennial and Gen Z audience. In reality, though, a more middle-aged audience is the more valuable demographic, because they are more responsive on social media. Women in their 40s are actually prone to spending the most money. We work with this one influencer, Gerry Brooks, for example, who is a school principal and a Facebook personality with almost 1 million likes; 90 percent of his followers are women who work as teachers, and are 35 and up. That is a unique, and lucrative, audience.

Do you find that it’s harder to trust Facebook, knowing that they’ve been accused of lying about numbers in the past?

No. Facebook and Google have built my life, and I think there’s so much going on in this space that it’s easy for things to get lost. Maybe someone internally within the organization was given too much free rein, but I don’t think the organization would ever condone something like that. I guess I trust these guys too much. I see a lot of what they do for creators, and I think they do a tremendous amount to help out businesses.

Have you ever had an issue with influencers who buy followers?

Never. We have a system that looks for red flags, like if someone’s comments are all emojis but no real words, or if the data about views shows that they are all coming from Bangladesh or the Philippines. We know this space pretty well, but I think a lot of marketing people don’t, so I definitely would say it’s a problem in the industry. We take it really seriously, though; we put in our contracts that influencers can’t buy followers, and if they do, they’re at the risk of getting sued by brands.

Since this is your career, and I imagine it takes up most of your life, do you feel like you live in a fake world?

Totally. It can feel pretty terrible sometimes, because nothing feels tangible. But what I do do for self-care is avoid social media. I’m not on Facebook, and I don’t really use social media.

But don’t you think it’s ironic that the guy who churns through millions between brands and digital celebrities avoids the very mediums he’s pushing?

Well, I love this business, and I definitely love working in an industry that’s full of entrepreneurs. I’m just not a very social media kind of guy.

What are your thoughts about the next wave of influencers not even being real people? Like, those digital avatars, Lil Miquela or Shudu, landing campaigns?

I think it’s insane and, frankly, wrong. I don’t feel right that kids should be watching and interacting with something that doesn’t exist, and is just a puppet being strung up by some guy. I think it represents a part of technology that could make the kids go really crazy. I think that are tons of influencers who do amazing things and you can tell that audiences love them. But once you start working in the fake influencers, it becomes kind of scary.

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