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Shoto Todoroki - Heartbreak

**A/N Hey guys!  I know it’s been a long time since I wrote anything, and I wanted to post something since I haven’t in a while.  I have finals this week, and then I’ll be free for the summer and be back to writing for you guys!  In the meantime, I originally wrote this as a TodoDeku piece, but changed it to x reader so I could post it here.  I hope you guys enjoy!

Shoto had been distant lately.

It was all you could think about.  For some reason it felt like Shoto had given up, but he couldn’t have.  You still walked that path that brought you close to both your houses and kissed when you parted ways.  He was still saying “I love you”.  Just because he was distant and busy didn’t mean it was over.

That’s what you told yourself, at least.  Deep down, you knew it was all lies.  You just preferred to live in ignorance, even only so you could call him yours.  You were unhappy with how Shoto brushed you off on a daily basis, but you were willing to put up with it.  You loved Shoto, you’d seen the good times and believed you could get back there if Shoto would just put in some effort.  He didn’t even have to do much, just show up.  You loved enough for the both of you.

When Shoto announced that he was going on a trip for recommendation students, your heart broke. Shoto would be out of the country for nearly three weeks.  But the more you thought about it, the better you felt.

Maybe time apart was what you needed.  Maybe Shoto just needed some time to himself in order to see just how important you were to him.  Then he’d come back and things would be good again, right?

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

Shoto had been gone seven days, and you were feeling good.  Shoto was having an awesome time on his trip, which made you happy.  One day you had sent Shoto a photo that made you laugh, to which Shoto responded with many funny photos of his own.

That small action alone reassured you more than words ever could.  Just like it used to be.  Everything was going to be okay.

Turns out, you could have been more wrong.

You were talking with Ochako when it happened.  “I think it’ll be okay,” you said.  “I think when he comes back, we’ll go out to dinner somewhere, then cuddle on the couch and watch a movie.  Just like we used to.”  As you finished your sentence, your phone chimed.  You checked who was messaging you and smiled when you saw Shoto’s contact photo. “It’s from Shoto!”

Look, I’ve been feeling this way for a few weeks and I really just need to do this now. I’m breaking up with you and I’m sorry I’m doing this over text, I feel like an asshole.  I just wanted to do this sooner or later because I didn’t wanna give you false hope.  I just haven’t been feeling the spark between us from when we first started going out. I’m really sorry, I hope we can still be friends and things can stay mutual between us.

You screamed.  You didn’t know what else to do, so you just let out a loud wail.  Your stomach dropped as your eyes immediately began to water.  

What had happened? Things were going to be okay!  It was all going to be okay!  Why did he have to quit?  You threw your phone down as Ochako moved to sit beside you.  

“Shh,” she said in an attempt to soothe you.  She rubbed your back gently, watching you scream and shout for the next minute as you came to terms with what was happening.  She didn’t even need to read the text to know that you had just been dumped.

After your moment, you wiped your eyes and looked down at your phone.  You reread the message again and again, just to make sure you were seeing it clearly.  Maybe you were imagining it.  Or better yet – maybe this was all some horrible nightmare.  You weren’t sure what you’d do if it was real.

You wanted to yell at Shoto.  You wanted to scream and cry and hold him close and beg him to stay.  Why had he done this?  Why were you only worth a text?  After nearly nine months together, you had given him your all and Shoto had given nothing.  You’d done so much for Shoto to make him happy.  Why didn’t you even get a face-to-face breakup?

You’d known it was coming.  You said it was going to be okay and tried to trick yourself into really believing it, but deep down you knew the truth.  

Shoto had fallen out of love with you.

Not tying and sending the million pleading things you wanted to say was one of the hardest things you ever had to do.  You sat there, phone in hand, trying to come up with something to say.  You couldn’t just leave that on open.  But what does one say to something like that?

It’s okay, I understand.  Don’t ever hesitate if you change your mind.

You regretted the message as soon as you hit send.  You shouldn’t have said it was okay, because it sure as hell was not. Shoto had become this central figure in your life, the only person you could be around without ever getting tired. He’d become your everything and he just left.  He just gave up.  He didn’t even try.

Actually, it isn’t okay.  I wasn’t expecting this.  I’ll be honest, I knew you were going to leave me, but I thought I meant enough to you to at least be worth a face to face – or phone call at least!  Video chat!  Anything besides a TEXT MESSAGE!  Guess I overestimated my importance to you.  

You stared at the typed-out message on your phone for three whole minutes.  Your finger remained close to the send button, but never came close enough to send it.  Eventually, you backed down and erased the message.  You were hoping maybe in a day or two, Shoto would change his mind. Maybe he’d realize what an awful mistake he’d made.  If you sent that message, you knew there’d be no going back.

You stood up, causing Ochako’s hand to fall off your back.  “I’m going for a walk,” you said plainly.  You walked away without waiting for a response.  It was cold out, but you didn’t bother to grab a jacket.  It was getting dark, but you didn’t bother to grab a flashlight.

You walked around the UA campus for what felt like hours.  Every passing second felt like its own forever.  You’d started crying again at one point, but you weren’t sure exactly when that was.  It wasn’t until you heard a voice call out to you that you wiped away your tears.

“Young l/n?”  You’d recognize that voice anywhere.  All Might, your favorite person in the world. Well, second favorite to Shoto. “What are you doing out here?”

For once, you didn’t want to talk to All Might.  You just wanted to be alone.  You pushed past your hero’s fragile figure, not giving an answer as you ran off.  You could apologize later.

All Might chased after you, grabbing onto your shoulder.  “What’s wrong?”

You felt weak.  You were supposed to be training to be a Hero, and instead you were acting like some heartbroken teenager.  Even though you were a heartbroken teenager, you shouldn’t have been acting that way.  But you couldn’t help it.  It was all you could think about.  You wiped your eyes and sniffled as you looked up into All Might’s blazing blue eyes. “Sh-Sh-Shoto d-d-d-dumped m-me…”

All Might’s gaze softened as he let out a sigh.  “I’m sorry, Young l/n.”  He put a hand on your shoulder, but to his surprise it was just brushed off.

You didn’t want to see anyone.  You just wanted to be alone so you could cry.  For the last couple of weeks, people had been telling you the relationship was coming to an end.  Whenever you’d confide in your friends about your relationship problems, you’d always hear the same thing: “It’s only a matter of time, y/n.”

All Might gently reached out to you again, pulling you close into an embrace.  All Might was the closest figure you had ever had to a father, and you was basically All Might’s child.  It killed him to see you in pain.

Once pulled into the hug, you lost control.  You gripped onto All Might’s white t-shirt tightly as tears streamed down your cheeks and incoherent sobs left your lips.

The rest of the night after that was just a blur.

Next thing you knew, you were waking up in your bed.  Not your dorm bed – your home bed.  You’d forgotten UA was getting a week-long break and you were going home for the week.  Your head was pounding, you could hardly recall the previous day’s events.  You opened your phone and typed in your passcode, 74686, spelling out Shoto.  When it didn’t work, everything came flooding back.  You’d changed your password.  You’d changed your lock screen.

With a simple text, Shoto had changed your life.

Fresh tears welled in your eyes, and you buried your face in your pillow.  You were determined not to let them fall this time.  You had to be strong.

After only a few minutes, your mother knocked on your door.  “y/n?” she asked as she turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.  When she saw you sitting up in your bed, hugging a tear-stained pillow, her eyes filled with sorrow as she rushed to you. “I’m so sorry, honey,” she said gently as she held you close, and you cried into her shoulder.

The week carried on just like that.  Late Sunday night, you returned to UA.  You immediately ran into your dorm and laid face-down on your pillow until you fell asleep.

The following morning was the hardest yet.

You were waking up early to meet Shoto before class.  You’d sent Shoto a message; you had some things you wanted back, plus you wanted answers.  You planned to ask why he’d done it.  Why you hadn’t been good enough.  Why you didn’t get a face-to-face conversation.  You had a million questions flooding through your mind, and you planned to ask all of them.

But when you saw Shoto approaching, they all disappeared.

You stood up from the bench you were sitting on with Ochako and Tsuyu.  You followed as Shoto led you around a corner before leaning against a wall.  In his one outstretched hand he held your requested belongings, and once they were taken he crossed his arms over his chest.

You studied him. He looked fine.  No bloodshot or swollen eyes, no tear-stains, nothing.  He looked totally unaffected by the whole thing, and that hurt more than the initial break-up.  Not only did Shoto not care enough to break up with you in person, he didn’t care at all.  He looked like he was already over it.  Just a week shy of nine months together, and Shoto felt nothing.

Shoto raised his eyebrows expectantly at you, as you were just standing there and staring at him. You had your million questions you wanted to ask, dozens of ways to ask them, but you could only get one word out:

“Why?”

Shoto shrugged his shoulders so nonchalantly that you wanted to punch him.  “I just…didn’t feel it anymore.”

The billions of pieces your heart had shattered into even more.  Your heart was beating so fast, your eyes were already beginning to water.  You couldn’t cry in front of Shoto, but you couldn’t think of any of your other questions. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out.  What could you even say to that?

Shoto pursed his lips as he looked you up and down.  “I’ll see you around.”  With that he walked away, leaving you shattered and broken, standing there with your retrieved objects fallen to the ground and forgotten, as tears raced down your cheeks.

[im-bakugous-bitch]

Hey guys. So I wrote this a while back and I’ve gotten a couple messages about a part two. I unfortunately lack the motivation to physically write the story, but I already know the ending to it. I want you guys to send me what you think the ending is - it doesn’t have to be a whole written out scenario, it can just be a spitball list of your thoughts. So give it another read and let me know! After I get some responses, I’ll post what the ending to fhs story really is! I thought this would be a fun little game, and I hope you guys participate!

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It's been a year and a half.

y/n still thinks about Shoto far more often than she'd care to admit. At most, hours in between. She can go days, weeks even without thinking about other people she's lost. Old friends, family members who broke off...but never him. She still searches the sidewalks when she drives around, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. She won't delete the app they used to message each other because a part of her is hoping he'll reach out.

She's tried so hard to move on. She moved to a new city for school and even downloaded apps like Tinder and Bumble just to try to find someone to replace the hole Shoto left in her heart, but she never follows through. She gets cold feet and ghosts them because she's afraid. Of what, she isn't exactly sure. Afraid of getting hurt again? Afraid of rejection? Afraid of the unknown? Or is she just afraid that she'll never be as happy with someone else as she was with Shoto?

There are days when she feels fine. She doesn't think about him too much, but of course he still never leaves her thoughts for long. But when she thinks of him, it isn't thoughts of affection and good memories. It's laughter that she could have been so stupid, so blind. It's being completely and totally over him.

And then, there are the other days. The days where she replays their best memories over and over in her head, silently wishing he would come back so she can explain herself. She went a little crazy after Shoto left her, talking to Shoto's friends about him and trying to find any excuse she could to talk to him. Three months after the breakup she was still thinking of new things to ask to get back, just so she could talk to him. She knew it was crazy, and after a few more months passed she realized she'd acted like a lunatic.

She wanted to explain herself. She wanted him to understand why she'd acted the way she had, maybe even forgive her. At least be her friend. But Shoto hated her, despised her even.

She couldn't say she didn't feel the same about him.

She often wonders, if he ever actually came back, what would she say? She was terrified that she'd say yes and they'd fall into the same distant cycle that caused Shoto to leave in the first place. But she was also afraid of missing out on him maybe trying to be better.

She knew she didn't have to worry about it, though. Shoto was never coming back.

y/n still had a hard time hearing that song they used to dance to. She still had some of his little tricks ingrained into her head. They'd been broken up twice as long as they'd been together, but her heart still hurt as if it had just happened hours ago.

She doesn't cry over him anymore, though. She isn't sad that he's gone. She's glad, actually, even on the days where she misses him. Because it isn't exactly him that she misses - Shoto had been a terrible boyfriend. No, she missed the feeling. She missed the feeling of loving and being loved back. She missed the feeling of her hand in his, or his lips on hers. She missed the feeling of pure, utter joy she had never felt before him. She missed feeling complete and happy, something she had never felt before.

She knew it was time to move on, so she didn't talk about it to her friends anymore. They all told her she was carrying on and just had to get over it, and she was getting there. It would just take time.

But overall, she's okay. She hasn't dated anybody since she and Shoto broke up, but that's okay. She's finding out who she is on her own and learning to love herself before she tries to love another person again. Some days it's hard, but she powers through.

Because the world doesn't end with Shoto Todoroki.

[itsallmightbitch]

Stitches (Part Three)

Lol, did my last post say 12,000 words? I meant 15,000. Shit son, apparently All Might smut is way too much fun to write.

Pairing: Villain!All Might x Reader

Rating: Um… what’s higher than Explicit? Super Explicit?

Warnings: Oh fuck, like… all the smut. All of it. Described in ALL of the detail. 

Word Count: 15,740. Jesus.

Summary: After finding out that All Might protected you from the sick affections of a dangerous villain, there’s nothing left to do but to give in to all those pesky feelings.

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His back was to you when you entered, his wide shoulders taking up a hell of a lot of room in your usually spacious kitchen. He didn’t turn to look at you, though you knew he’d heard your footsteps. You bit your lip and stared at him for a moment before striding forwards and, much like a person who put their hand in a tiger’s cage, you laid your own in the centre of his back.

To your surprise, he didn’t turn around and bite it off. No- instead, his body reacted to your touch, muscles tightening and his breath leaving him in a shaky exhale.

“Hey, look I’m sorry. I should have left it-”

“He was gonna goddamn rape you, kitten,” All Might bit out abruptly and your hand froze against him, like all the air had been sucked out of the room and not in a good way. He still wasn’t looking at you and you didn’t know why. Why he was so dismissive of the feelings that he clearly had.

For- for you.

You swallowed.

“How you even got involved with that filthy cunt, I’ll never know,” he growled, shaking his head and you heard a creaking groan as he squeezed down on your counter tops- white knuckled. You didn’t dare attempt to save them for fear it might be you next.

Suddenly, there was a light breeze and he was on you- his hand fisted in the front of your top and you were being lifted into the air.

“Hey!” You squeaked pathetically as your feet left the ground, one hand wrapping over the top of his wrist.

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[amphetamine-keen]

Mirko NSFW/Lemon Headcannons

Yagami Yato made me fall in love with this stupid rabbit to the point I have reclaimed my title as an x reader person.

Enjoy.

Rumi is a total top, obviously, and she’s damn good at it

She’s a quick learner and will play you like a damn fiddle

100% into experimenting

She loves being between your legs and making you feel good.

You know what they say about rabbits jklfdlsdf ;)

She can and will go all night.

Very open communication, she’s so blunt about it that there’s really no room to be embarrassed.

Edging? She’s phenomenal at it.

I may write an actual imagine for this, but listen

She gets all wound up at work so she pulls you into a closet and gets you so close and then just winks and tells you that if you finish you’re in for some serious punishment and leaves the closet.

And if you do finish? Ho boy. If you really want it that bad, then she’ll give it to you. You will lose count of your orgasms, and you will lose your voice.

Her strap game is on point.

She can and will make sure you can’t walk in the morning

She’s not always a hard dom though, because she can do gentle really well

Body worship? Absolutely!

She loves everything about you, and that includes scars, stretch marks, cellulite, etc.

Rumi will do everything in her power to show you how much she loves those little things.

If she’s stressed or worried, particularly about you, it’s gonna be a soft night.

She loves to hold you close and just make you feel good.

She’ll pull out all the stops, the pet names, the reassurances, the soft kisses.

Aftercare? Impeccable. If you’re not too tired she’ll run a bath and clean you up, making sure you’re hydrated and happy. Doesn’t leave you alone for a minute. 

If you’re two seconds from passing out she’ll clean you up with a washcloth and hold you close so you feel safe and loved as you fall asleep.

Bad sub drop? Not on her watch.

She’s always sure to tell you how wonderful you are and how well you did

Her pillow talk is on a whole other level.

Safewords and boundaries are so important and Rumi takes them very seriously. 

She is very forward about negotiating what is and isn’t okay. 

I’m torn between her using the traffic light system or making the safeword something personal, like “carrot”

Early on she was unsure if you’d actually tell her if something was wrong, so if you so much as looked uncomfortable she would pause and check in with you.

But you built up a lot of trust each time, so you could be screaming at her to stop, but she knows you don’t want to unless you safeword.

When you do safeword she is very responsible about it. She stops immediately, helps you clean yourself up and put on some clothes so you feel less vulnerable. 

She always asks what you need and what you’re comfy with. If you need space, she will give it. If you need to be held, she’ll hold you.

When you’re ready she’ll ask what went wrong so she doesn’t make the same mistake again. Incredibly attentive.

Listen, you will never feel bad for safewording with Rumi. She gets her pleasure making you have a good time, and if you aren’t, she isn’t either.

Overall, very attentive and an incredible dom.

[amphetamine-keen]

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Shoto Todoroki - Heartbreak

**A/N Hey guys!  I know it’s been a long time since I wrote anything, and I wanted to post something since I haven’t in a while.  I have finals this week, and then I’ll be free for the summer and be back to writing for you guys!  In the meantime, I originally wrote this as a TodoDeku piece, but changed it to x reader so I could post it here.  I hope you guys enjoy!

Shoto had been distant lately.

It was all you could think about.  For some reason it felt like Shoto had given up, but he couldn’t have.  You still walked that path that brought you close to both your houses and kissed when you parted ways.  He was still saying “I love you”.  Just because he was distant and busy didn’t mean it was over.

That’s what you told yourself, at least.  Deep down, you knew it was all lies.  You just preferred to live in ignorance, even only so you could call him yours.  You were unhappy with how Shoto brushed you off on a daily basis, but you were willing to put up with it.  You loved Shoto, you’d seen the good times and believed you could get back there if Shoto would just put in some effort.  He didn’t even have to do much, just show up.  You loved enough for the both of you.

When Shoto announced that he was going on a trip for recommendation students, your heart broke. Shoto would be out of the country for nearly three weeks.  But the more you thought about it, the better you felt.

Maybe time apart was what you needed.  Maybe Shoto just needed some time to himself in order to see just how important you were to him.  Then he’d come back and things would be good again, right?

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

Shoto had been gone seven days, and you were feeling good.  Shoto was having an awesome time on his trip, which made you happy.  One day you had sent Shoto a photo that made you laugh, to which Shoto responded with many funny photos of his own.

That small action alone reassured you more than words ever could.  Just like it used to be.  Everything was going to be okay.

Turns out, you could have been more wrong.

You were talking with Ochako when it happened.  “I think it’ll be okay,” you said.  “I think when he comes back, we’ll go out to dinner somewhere, then cuddle on the couch and watch a movie.  Just like we used to.”  As you finished your sentence, your phone chimed.  You checked who was messaging you and smiled when you saw Shoto’s contact photo. “It’s from Shoto!”

Look, I’ve been feeling this way for a few weeks and I really just need to do this now. I’m breaking up with you and I’m sorry I’m doing this over text, I feel like an asshole.  I just wanted to do this sooner or later because I didn’t wanna give you false hope.  I just haven’t been feeling the spark between us from when we first started going out. I’m really sorry, I hope we can still be friends and things can stay mutual between us.

You screamed.  You didn’t know what else to do, so you just let out a loud wail.  Your stomach dropped as your eyes immediately began to water.  

What had happened? Things were going to be okay!  It was all going to be okay!  Why did he have to quit?  You threw your phone down as Ochako moved to sit beside you.  

“Shh,” she said in an attempt to soothe you.  She rubbed your back gently, watching you scream and shout for the next minute as you came to terms with what was happening.  She didn’t even need to read the text to know that you had just been dumped.

After your moment, you wiped your eyes and looked down at your phone.  You reread the message again and again, just to make sure you were seeing it clearly.  Maybe you were imagining it.  Or better yet – maybe this was all some horrible nightmare.  You weren’t sure what you’d do if it was real.

You wanted to yell at Shoto.  You wanted to scream and cry and hold him close and beg him to stay.  Why had he done this?  Why were you only worth a text?  After nearly nine months together, you had given him your all and Shoto had given nothing.  You’d done so much for Shoto to make him happy.  Why didn’t you even get a face-to-face breakup?

You’d known it was coming.  You said it was going to be okay and tried to trick yourself into really believing it, but deep down you knew the truth.  

Shoto had fallen out of love with you.

Not tying and sending the million pleading things you wanted to say was one of the hardest things you ever had to do.  You sat there, phone in hand, trying to come up with something to say.  You couldn’t just leave that on open.  But what does one say to something like that?

It’s okay, I understand.  Don’t ever hesitate if you change your mind.

You regretted the message as soon as you hit send.  You shouldn’t have said it was okay, because it sure as hell was not. Shoto had become this central figure in your life, the only person you could be around without ever getting tired. He’d become your everything and he just left.  He just gave up.  He didn’t even try.

Actually, it isn’t okay.  I wasn’t expecting this.  I’ll be honest, I knew you were going to leave me, but I thought I meant enough to you to at least be worth a face to face – or phone call at least!  Video chat!  Anything besides a TEXT MESSAGE!  Guess I overestimated my importance to you.  

You stared at the typed-out message on your phone for three whole minutes.  Your finger remained close to the send button, but never came close enough to send it.  Eventually, you backed down and erased the message.  You were hoping maybe in a day or two, Shoto would change his mind. Maybe he’d realize what an awful mistake he’d made.  If you sent that message, you knew there’d be no going back.

You stood up, causing Ochako’s hand to fall off your back.  “I’m going for a walk,” you said plainly.  You walked away without waiting for a response.  It was cold out, but you didn’t bother to grab a jacket.  It was getting dark, but you didn’t bother to grab a flashlight.

You walked around the UA campus for what felt like hours.  Every passing second felt like its own forever.  You’d started crying again at one point, but you weren’t sure exactly when that was.  It wasn’t until you heard a voice call out to you that you wiped away your tears.

“Young l/n?”  You’d recognize that voice anywhere.  All Might, your favorite person in the world. Well, second favorite to Shoto. “What are you doing out here?”

For once, you didn’t want to talk to All Might.  You just wanted to be alone.  You pushed past your hero’s fragile figure, not giving an answer as you ran off.  You could apologize later.

All Might chased after you, grabbing onto your shoulder.  “What’s wrong?”

You felt weak.  You were supposed to be training to be a Hero, and instead you were acting like some heartbroken teenager.  Even though you were a heartbroken teenager, you shouldn’t have been acting that way.  But you couldn’t help it.  It was all you could think about.  You wiped your eyes and sniffled as you looked up into All Might’s blazing blue eyes. “Sh-Sh-Shoto d-d-d-dumped m-me…”

All Might’s gaze softened as he let out a sigh.  “I’m sorry, Young l/n.”  He put a hand on your shoulder, but to his surprise it was just brushed off.

You didn’t want to see anyone.  You just wanted to be alone so you could cry.  For the last couple of weeks, people had been telling you the relationship was coming to an end.  Whenever you’d confide in your friends about your relationship problems, you’d always hear the same thing: “It’s only a matter of time, y/n.”

All Might gently reached out to you again, pulling you close into an embrace.  All Might was the closest figure you had ever had to a father, and you was basically All Might’s child.  It killed him to see you in pain.

Once pulled into the hug, you lost control.  You gripped onto All Might’s white t-shirt tightly as tears streamed down your cheeks and incoherent sobs left your lips.

The rest of the night after that was just a blur.

Next thing you knew, you were waking up in your bed.  Not your dorm bed – your home bed.  You’d forgotten UA was getting a week-long break and you were going home for the week.  Your head was pounding, you could hardly recall the previous day’s events.  You opened your phone and typed in your passcode, 74686, spelling out Shoto.  When it didn’t work, everything came flooding back.  You’d changed your password.  You’d changed your lock screen.

With a simple text, Shoto had changed your life.

Fresh tears welled in your eyes, and you buried your face in your pillow.  You were determined not to let them fall this time.  You had to be strong.

After only a few minutes, your mother knocked on your door.  “y/n?” she asked as she turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.  When she saw you sitting up in your bed, hugging a tear-stained pillow, her eyes filled with sorrow as she rushed to you. “I’m so sorry, honey,” she said gently as she held you close, and you cried into her shoulder.

The week carried on just like that.  Late Sunday night, you returned to UA.  You immediately ran into your dorm and laid face-down on your pillow until you fell asleep.

The following morning was the hardest yet.

You were waking up early to meet Shoto before class.  You’d sent Shoto a message; you had some things you wanted back, plus you wanted answers.  You planned to ask why he’d done it.  Why you hadn’t been good enough.  Why you didn’t get a face-to-face conversation.  You had a million questions flooding through your mind, and you planned to ask all of them.

But when you saw Shoto approaching, they all disappeared.

You stood up from the bench you were sitting on with Ochako and Tsuyu.  You followed as Shoto led you around a corner before leaning against a wall.  In his one outstretched hand he held your requested belongings, and once they were taken he crossed his arms over his chest.

You studied him. He looked fine.  No bloodshot or swollen eyes, no tear-stains, nothing.  He looked totally unaffected by the whole thing, and that hurt more than the initial break-up.  Not only did Shoto not care enough to break up with you in person, he didn’t care at all.  He looked like he was already over it.  Just a week shy of nine months together, and Shoto felt nothing.

Shoto raised his eyebrows expectantly at you, as you were just standing there and staring at him. You had your million questions you wanted to ask, dozens of ways to ask them, but you could only get one word out:

“Why?”

Shoto shrugged his shoulders so nonchalantly that you wanted to punch him.  “I just…didn’t feel it anymore.”

The billions of pieces your heart had shattered into even more.  Your heart was beating so fast, your eyes were already beginning to water.  You couldn’t cry in front of Shoto, but you couldn’t think of any of your other questions. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out.  What could you even say to that?

Shoto pursed his lips as he looked you up and down.  “I’ll see you around.”  With that he walked away, leaving you shattered and broken, standing there with your retrieved objects fallen to the ground and forgotten, as tears raced down your cheeks.

[im-bakugous-bitch]

Hey guys. So I wrote this a while back and I've gotten a couple messages about a part two. I unfortunately lack the motivation to physically write the story, but I already know the ending to it. I want you guys to send me what you think the ending is - it doesn't have to be a whole written out scenario, it can just be a spitball list of your thoughts. So give it another read and let me know! After I get some responses, I'll post what the ending to fhs story really is! I thought this would be a fun little game, and I hope you guys participate!

[cybrhoe]

20 (intrusive) questions

put a # in my ask

1) how would you describe your relationship with your mom/dad

2) when was the last time you cried and why

3) whats your favorite/least favorite quality about yourself; why

4) do you smile at strangers

5) how often do people (not family members) tell you they love you

6) how is your life different now from two years ago

7) would you ever cheat on someone 

8) are you a jealous person

9) whats the worst pickup line someone has asked you

10) do you believe in ghosts

11) what are your ambitions

12) 3 deal breakers in a relationship

13) what is one thing you’ll never do again

14) whats your most bizarre pet peeve

15) what is your favorite memory

16) whats your zodiac sign

17) what ‘small things’ things terrify you

18) do you like your laugh

19) have you ever stalked someone/been stalked

20) do you feel loved

[im-bakugous-bitch]

I'm tryna get this in lmao. I hope it isnt too boring or too bothersome. How about headcannons for how bakugou would react to a deaf reader? Thanks boo -jinx

I stan the deaf Bakugou AU so hard so that’s how I’m writing this thank you so much for requesting it

[im-bakugous-bitch]

Hey guys, Sky here!

I just wanted to give a heads up about how things are gonna go for a lil’ bit.  Right now, I have 15 asks in my inbox.  I’m happy to get to all of them, all I ask is that you be patient with me.  I’ll also be doing them out of order, I’m going to start with ones that I have ideas for already just to try to get back into things a bit.  But I will be getting to everything!  I’m happy to be back for you guys!

Love, Sky

[im-bakugous-bitch]

Just found out about you and jesus you are so damn creative 😲

omg you’re so sweet :3 thank you so much!!!!!!!! <3333333

[im-bakugous-bitch]

Shoto Todoroki - Heartbreak

**A/N Hey guys!  I know it’s been a long time since I wrote anything, and I wanted to post something since I haven’t in a while.  I have finals this week, and then I’ll be free for the summer and be back to writing for you guys!  In the meantime, I originally wrote this as a TodoDeku piece, but changed it to x reader so I could post it here.  I hope you guys enjoy!

Shoto had been distant lately.

It was all you could think about.  For some reason it felt like Shoto had given up, but he couldn’t have.  You still walked that path that brought you close to both your houses and kissed when you parted ways.  He was still saying “I love you”.  Just because he was distant and busy didn’t mean it was over.

That’s what you told yourself, at least.  Deep down, you knew it was all lies.  You just preferred to live in ignorance, even only so you could call him yours.  You were unhappy with how Shoto brushed you off on a daily basis, but you were willing to put up with it.  You loved Shoto, you’d seen the good times and believed you could get back there if Shoto would just put in some effort.  He didn’t even have to do much, just show up.  You loved enough for the both of you.

When Shoto announced that he was going on a trip for recommendation students, your heart broke. Shoto would be out of the country for nearly three weeks.  But the more you thought about it, the better you felt.

Maybe time apart was what you needed.  Maybe Shoto just needed some time to himself in order to see just how important you were to him.  Then he’d come back and things would be good again, right?

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

Shoto had been gone seven days, and you were feeling good.  Shoto was having an awesome time on his trip, which made you happy.  One day you had sent Shoto a photo that made you laugh, to which Shoto responded with many funny photos of his own.

That small action alone reassured you more than words ever could.  Just like it used to be.  Everything was going to be okay.

Turns out, you could have been more wrong.

You were talking with Ochako when it happened.  “I think it’ll be okay,” you said.  “I think when he comes back, we’ll go out to dinner somewhere, then cuddle on the couch and watch a movie.  Just like we used to.”  As you finished your sentence, your phone chimed.  You checked who was messaging you and smiled when you saw Shoto’s contact photo. “It’s from Shoto!”

Look, I’ve been feeling this way for a few weeks and I really just need to do this now. I’m breaking up with you and I’m sorry I’m doing this over text, I feel like an asshole.  I just wanted to do this sooner or later because I didn’t wanna give you false hope.  I just haven’t been feeling the spark between us from when we first started going out. I’m really sorry, I hope we can still be friends and things can stay mutual between us.

You screamed.  You didn’t know what else to do, so you just let out a loud wail.  Your stomach dropped as your eyes immediately began to water.  

What had happened? Things were going to be okay!  It was all going to be okay!  Why did he have to quit?  You threw your phone down as Ochako moved to sit beside you.  

“Shh,” she said in an attempt to soothe you.  She rubbed your back gently, watching you scream and shout for the next minute as you came to terms with what was happening.  She didn’t even need to read the text to know that you had just been dumped.

After your moment, you wiped your eyes and looked down at your phone.  You reread the message again and again, just to make sure you were seeing it clearly.  Maybe you were imagining it.  Or better yet – maybe this was all some horrible nightmare.  You weren’t sure what you’d do if it was real.

You wanted to yell at Shoto.  You wanted to scream and cry and hold him close and beg him to stay.  Why had he done this?  Why were you only worth a text?  After nearly nine months together, you had given him your all and Shoto had given nothing.  You’d done so much for Shoto to make him happy.  Why didn’t you even get a face-to-face breakup?

You’d known it was coming.  You said it was going to be okay and tried to trick yourself into really believing it, but deep down you knew the truth.  

Shoto had fallen out of love with you.

Not tying and sending the million pleading things you wanted to say was one of the hardest things you ever had to do.  You sat there, phone in hand, trying to come up with something to say.  You couldn’t just leave that on open.  But what does one say to something like that?

It’s okay, I understand.  Don’t ever hesitate if you change your mind.

You regretted the message as soon as you hit send.  You shouldn’t have said it was okay, because it sure as hell was not. Shoto had become this central figure in your life, the only person you could be around without ever getting tired. He’d become your everything and he just left.  He just gave up.  He didn’t even try.

Actually, it isn’t okay.  I wasn’t expecting this.  I’ll be honest, I knew you were going to leave me, but I thought I meant enough to you to at least be worth a face to face – or phone call at least!  Video chat!  Anything besides a TEXT MESSAGE!  Guess I overestimated my importance to you.  

You stared at the typed-out message on your phone for three whole minutes.  Your finger remained close to the send button, but never came close enough to send it.  Eventually, you backed down and erased the message.  You were hoping maybe in a day or two, Shoto would change his mind. Maybe he’d realize what an awful mistake he’d made.  If you sent that message, you knew there’d be no going back.

You stood up, causing Ochako’s hand to fall off your back.  “I’m going for a walk,” you said plainly.  You walked away without waiting for a response.  It was cold out, but you didn’t bother to grab a jacket.  It was getting dark, but you didn’t bother to grab a flashlight.

You walked around the UA campus for what felt like hours.  Every passing second felt like its own forever.  You’d started crying again at one point, but you weren’t sure exactly when that was.  It wasn’t until you heard a voice call out to you that you wiped away your tears.

“Young l/n?”  You’d recognize that voice anywhere.  All Might, your favorite person in the world. Well, second favorite to Shoto. “What are you doing out here?”

For once, you didn’t want to talk to All Might.  You just wanted to be alone.  You pushed past your hero’s fragile figure, not giving an answer as you ran off.  You could apologize later.

All Might chased after you, grabbing onto your shoulder.  “What’s wrong?”

You felt weak.  You were supposed to be training to be a Hero, and instead you were acting like some heartbroken teenager.  Even though you were a heartbroken teenager, you shouldn’t have been acting that way.  But you couldn’t help it.  It was all you could think about.  You wiped your eyes and sniffled as you looked up into All Might’s blazing blue eyes. “Sh-Sh-Shoto d-d-d-dumped m-me…”

All Might’s gaze softened as he let out a sigh.  “I’m sorry, Young l/n.”  He put a hand on your shoulder, but to his surprise it was just brushed off.

You didn’t want to see anyone.  You just wanted to be alone so you could cry.  For the last couple of weeks, people had been telling you the relationship was coming to an end.  Whenever you’d confide in your friends about your relationship problems, you’d always hear the same thing: “It’s only a matter of time, y/n.”

All Might gently reached out to you again, pulling you close into an embrace.  All Might was the closest figure you had ever had to a father, and you was basically All Might’s child.  It killed him to see you in pain.

Once pulled into the hug, you lost control.  You gripped onto All Might’s white t-shirt tightly as tears streamed down your cheeks and incoherent sobs left your lips.

The rest of the night after that was just a blur.

Next thing you knew, you were waking up in your bed.  Not your dorm bed – your home bed.  You’d forgotten UA was getting a week-long break and you were going home for the week.  Your head was pounding, you could hardly recall the previous day’s events.  You opened your phone and typed in your passcode, 74686, spelling out Shoto.  When it didn’t work, everything came flooding back.  You’d changed your password.  You’d changed your lock screen.

With a simple text, Shoto had changed your life.

Fresh tears welled in your eyes, and you buried your face in your pillow.  You were determined not to let them fall this time.  You had to be strong.

After only a few minutes, your mother knocked on your door.  “y/n?” she asked as she turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.  When she saw you sitting up in your bed, hugging a tear-stained pillow, her eyes filled with sorrow as she rushed to you. “I’m so sorry, honey,” she said gently as she held you close, and you cried into her shoulder.

The week carried on just like that.  Late Sunday night, you returned to UA.  You immediately ran into your dorm and laid face-down on your pillow until you fell asleep.

The following morning was the hardest yet.

You were waking up early to meet Shoto before class.  You’d sent Shoto a message; you had some things you wanted back, plus you wanted answers.  You planned to ask why he’d done it.  Why you hadn’t been good enough.  Why you didn’t get a face-to-face conversation.  You had a million questions flooding through your mind, and you planned to ask all of them.

But when you saw Shoto approaching, they all disappeared.

You stood up from the bench you were sitting on with Ochako and Tsuyu.  You followed as Shoto led you around a corner before leaning against a wall.  In his one outstretched hand he held your requested belongings, and once they were taken he crossed his arms over his chest.

You studied him. He looked fine.  No bloodshot or swollen eyes, no tear-stains, nothing.  He looked totally unaffected by the whole thing, and that hurt more than the initial break-up.  Not only did Shoto not care enough to break up with you in person, he didn’t care at all.  He looked like he was already over it.  Just a week shy of nine months together, and Shoto felt nothing.

Shoto raised his eyebrows expectantly at you, as you were just standing there and staring at him. You had your million questions you wanted to ask, dozens of ways to ask them, but you could only get one word out:

“Why?”

Shoto shrugged his shoulders so nonchalantly that you wanted to punch him.  “I just…didn’t feel it anymore.”

The billions of pieces your heart had shattered into even more.  Your heart was beating so fast, your eyes were already beginning to water.  You couldn’t cry in front of Shoto, but you couldn’t think of any of your other questions. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out.  What could you even say to that?

Shoto pursed his lips as he looked you up and down.  “I’ll see you around.”  With that he walked away, leaving you shattered and broken, standing there with your retrieved objects fallen to the ground and forgotten, as tears raced down your cheeks.

[ac3id]

Torment

parings: shigaraki tomura x undercover!reader

warnings: smut,noncon, humiliation,voyeurism,dirty talking, fem reader,slight yandere if you squint

The past three months working for the wanted villian Shigaraki Tomura wasn’t easy. Tomura was a difficult person to deal with, calming him down after his temper tantrums and dealing with his shameless comments about your body, you wondered whether this was worth it.

summary: After being exposed of an affair with her boss, [Y/N] is fired from the Tokyo police department. Luckily hope finds her as the Hero Commision offers her a job. Inflitrate the Paranormal Liberation Front and collect evidence that no. 2 hero Hawks had murdered Best Jeanist and Twice. [Y/N], under a pseudonym, lands herself a job as Shigaraki’s assistant, but ofcourse, [Y/N]’s truth is brought to the light and Shigaraki has taken it above himself to punish the traitor.

———

You had come to League under a fake name trough some connections by the Hero Commision you were able to land a job in the organization. Being Tomura’s assistant was just a glorfied name for being his baby–sitter, before you it was the purple mist that took care of him but now while he was gone, it was in your hands that the man child didn’t end up killing himself because of his self destructive habits.

It could have been an easy job if only Tomura didn’t have to show how much of a pervert he was every five seconds. He would give unasked suggestions which made your blood boil but you couldn’t do anything about it other than a smile and nod.

“You should wear a skirt you know? It’s what assistants wear,”

“Sir, I don’t think that’s necessary. This isn't—”

“Wear a skirt tomorrow.”

Regardless, you wore a skirt the next day. Going against the man child was a stupid idea anyway.

You never saw it coming and one day he had cornered you in his office, you had thought he was going to throw his perverted advances at you. You mentally braced yourself for the humiliation you would have to go through for the sake of the Hero Commision. But, no amount of mental strength could have prepared you for what was going to happen.

“What do you think about the Hero Eraserhead?” He said in a mocking voice.

He knew.

Yet, you still pulled your act up

“He’s a Hero with an annoying quirk,” You responsed sure of your answer. “You’re right,” Tomura grabbed your arm all with four fingers, his thumb inching closer to your clothed arm. You knew where he was going with this, while your brother, Aizawa Shouto, had the ability to erase quirks. You weren’t affected by them. Tomura couldn’t kill you just by grabbing your hand but he kept his thumb suspended so he doesn’t disintegrate your clothes.

“So, you wouldn’t mind if I gauged his eyes out and made him into a nomu?”

Tomura knew what he was doing but you were persistent, you were not going to let your cover fall.

“No, I don’t care. Why are you asking me this, Sir?”

“Why?” He looked into your eyes, even though his face was covered by father you could still catch his merciless gaze crimson red eyes burning into your soul. His hand moves to around your neck his pinky still hovering over your neck probably out of habit.

“Sir, I don’t understand.” You ask and Tomura hums, even while working next to him this was the first time he was ever this close to you. Even while Father was covering majority of his face you still see the wrinkles around his eyes through the gaps.

He calls you out by your pseudonym, the fake name you had used to get around the villains. He says in a voice daring you to answer to that name.

Tomura already knew, he knew you were an Aizawa. He knew you were here from the Hero Commision, probably didn’t know the reason why you were here and maybe that’s why he kept you around. Coming clean right know would have saved you a lot of pain but you chose to answer to him.

“Yes?”

A piercing pain shot through your right thigh your whole started feel heavy.

“You’re a very dumb bitch.”

You hear Tomura growl before your mind blacked out.

You wake up feeling fuzzy, you cannot remember what happened or why you were in this dark room with only a light bulb hanging above you. You tried to bring your hands to your face to rub your eyes but you couldn’t move them. They were tightly binded together behind the chair. You tried kicking but no avail they were also tied to the legs of the chair.

You looked around the room, the room was dark and you couldn’t see anything in the abyss. Only the little circle where the light shone was illuminated, You gulped, what had you got yourself into?

You squirmed around in your chair trying to break free of the bounds but that was impossible, footsteps resonated in the room and you gasped. A familiar tall figure came into the light, his hair shining under the white light and a deceased hand covering his face hiding a wicked grin.

“Why am I here?” You ask even though you knew the answer, you should just admit it. All this would get by easier.

“You’re here because you’re a dumb bitch who doesn’t know when to stop lying!” Tomura taunts his voice shrilly. He walks towards the table picking up the pocket knife and walks towards you. Dread fills you up as your breath hitches, he stops at front of you placing the knife on your right cheek while his free hand goes to close around your neck.

His eyes narrow at you and can’t help but let out a whimper. If he already knew why was he doing this to you? He could have just killed you when he found out.

“You know..” You whisper weakly, he grins madly behind the hand on his face.

“Yes I know, Dabi told me everything.” He answers

“Then w–why are yo– what is all this?”

You’re met with silence, the hand which grasped your neck leaves it as Tomura removes Father from his face and places it back on the table. He comes back to you this time pressing the knife at front of your throat.

“I absolutely hate people who take advantage of other’s feelings. You came in here to collect evidence to put a charge of murder on Hawks? I don’t trust you. Never did. This is going to be a lesson for you. For all of you.” He says as his red eyes bore into your sorry soul.

The knife which was pressing against your neck had cut into your skin and drew out some blood, he relaxed the knife and pulled out a black smartphone.

“Are you going to kill me?” You meekly ask.

“Oh, you wish I kill you. I will do something worse,” You tense up as he holds the smartphone’s camera to your face. “Let’s make you famous, like your brother!” He smiles his lips cracking which leaves shivers down your spine.

“Now,” He says as he grips your jaw with his free hand bringing the phone to your face, “I will ask some questions and you have to answer them? People are watching okay? This is an interview!” Your blood runs cold. What does he mean people are watching? Is he live streaming this?

“What do you mean?” You ask in a low voice which barely passed as a whisper, “Come on, don’t tell me you don’t know what is going to happen now. This is an interview with Eraserhead’s little sister! You are going to tell us about yourself right?”

“Tomura please, no. Anything but this, anything.” You plead hoping he would give mercy to you, save you from the embarrassment and possibly the end of your career and life.

“Anything? This is what I want. Now, three..two..one!” He moves back as the camera captures all of you, tied helpless in a chair.

“Hello my dear viewers! Today we’re going to be doing a little interview with you will never guess who!” He dramatically calls out, you lower head your hair falls on your face covering it.

“Eraserhead’s little sister! I bet you’re surprised as well, not a lot of people know she exists! Now!”

Tomura grabs your hair and pulls it roughly directing your face to the camera, “Why don’t you tell us your name?” he taunts you, his face is covered by the phone but his eyes peeked from behind it. His hands moves from your hair to your jaw, his thumb pressing on your lips.

You say your pseudonym and as your lips seperate Tomura dips his thumb inside your mouth holding your tongue tightly against floor of your mouth cutting you off. Your first instinct is to bite his thumb but you choose not when he says, “Tell me your name or I’ll cut this cute little tongue and leave you here.” Your hot breath fans his thumb. “Now I’ll let you go, tell us your name.”

Biting back tears you let out a tiny whisper.

“Aizawa Y/N” Your voice cracks and you mutter out a sorry directed to everyone watching.

“What did you say? I didn’t hear you now. Louder.” Tomura growls as tears slip down your cheek, his grip still tight on your and camera looking at your face.

“Aizawa Y/N.” You voice is shrilly, trying to contol your tears and to make yourself look stronger.

“Ah! There it is! Everyone, Aizawa Shouta’s younger sister Aizawa Y/N!” He calls out with a chuckle. He leaves your face and you lower it again, you cannot look up. The shame, the guilt and fear was eating at you. His hand comes down on your head again but instead of roughly pulling you up by your hair he pats it down.

“Good, now as a reward.” His hand comes down to your jaw again this time his pointer and middle finger pressing against your lips, “Open your mouth.” he orders and you oblige. His slender and cold fingers enter your mouth, resting on top of your tongue again. Your instincts tell you to bite him but you knew better.

“Suck.” He commands. You close your lips around his fingers and do as you’re told, he lets out a wicked laugh and brings the phone to your mouth camera capturing your cheeks hollowing against him.

He scrolls through the comments, millions watching the comments were lewd considering he was streaming on an erotic website people just thought this was some fucked up role play.

“This is the hottest slut i’ve ever seen on this website” Tomura read out the comment, tears flow down from cheek as he turns the phone’s screen to you. He was actually streaming this.

The ‘live’ symbol was at the right most corner of the screen the comments which were degrading you.

(‘can u fuck her already?i’m getting impatient here bro’)

('look at the way this whore dresses,shes basically asking for it’)

('dude whos filming this is such a lucky bastard’)

('she probably likes all the attention like a naughty little whore’)

You saw Tomura’s face from the screen his crazed smile looking at and soon the lewd comments changed to concerned ones.

(wtf)

('omg isnt that the league’s tomura’ )

('wtf this is so fucked up’)

('yall report this shit this is literally so fucked up’)

He turned the phone around again and pulled out his fingers from your mouth wiping your saliva off on your cheek. Four fingers excluding his pinkie played with the collar of your shirt.

“Y/N, tell me, what are you doing in a place like this? I bet the viewers are wondering what the younger sister of a Pro Hero does as a living?”

The millions of strangers watching this sat in fear, a few bastards aroused by this horrific situation. Who knew that the leader of the villain league was this merciless? Heroes and Government officials watched the stream, pitying you as their tech support tried to pin point the location of the phone but all to vain.

You didn’t want to even think about what your family and brother were thinking. This probably wasn’t as humiliating to you as it was for your brother. He would have face the public the next day, releasing a false statement that everything was OK and it was under control. You couldn’t start to imagine the number of people you were disappointing every second you sat strapped to this chair.

“Who do you work for?” Tomura asked again growling as his eyebrows furrowed.

“The Hero C–Commission,” Sobs left your lips as he continued to look down at you like you were a piece of meat cooked and ready to be eaten. “t–the Hero Commision?” He said in a voice pretending to be hurt, “I thought you were working for us! I thought you were working for me! What were those three months about? You sat by my side helping me with my ups and downs. What do you mean the Hero Commision ” He angrily growled the last part. You tried to hang your head low but Tomura pulled you by your hair once again making you look directly at the camera.

“Tell them why you’re here! They want to know!” The upbeat cheer never leaves his voice. It was as if he was asking you how many pets you had or what was your favorite color.

“I’m here undercover,” He lets go of your hair and you head hangs down tears falling on your thighs as you bite your trembling lips to not let out any sounds. Tomura lets out a satisfied hum his fingers reach for your collar once again and he catches it with five fingers and it turns to dust.

“You were sweating. To be honest I don’t think its hot in here but guess I did you a favor, hmm?”

He plays with strap of your bra, he leans closer to your face as the camera captures your covered chest. “Won’t you thank me?” He whispers into your ear as his free hand moves around your chest groping it and pinching your nipples through your bra until they harden.

“Thank you.” You feel his hand move down and on your tight skirt as he disintegrates the material,leaving you bare in your underwear. He moves back with the camera showcasing you in your bra and panties. “Y/N told me she was feeling a little hot so I helped her, don’t you think I’m a good person? I’m just like those heroes in a way,” He chuckles your head still hangs low he walks up to and pulls your hair forcing you to look at him, “I’m still mad, why are you here undercover? and maybe stop looking at the floor all the time, unless you want me to chop your head off.” He lets go of your hair and you continue looking up. “I went undercover to investigate. I went uncover to investigate weather Hawks killed Best Jeanist.” Tomura lets of an exaggerated gasp.

“W–What did y–you say? Hawks killed Best Jeanist?”

You couldn’t answer anymore. You were weeping, the gravity of the situation set in you couldn’t think straight anymore all you wanted was to get out of this mess. Your moans of despair resonated in the room, Tomura looked down at you he was annoyed. He let out a low groan as he scowled down at you, he flicked your forehead, “Stop crying, answer the damn question.” he ordered voice dipped in venom.

“Tomura, please let me go.. please stop this.” You begged and he scoffed, “Who are you calling 'Tomura’? I’m your boss aren’t I?” he pulled you by your hair moving your head back and forth. “Tomura, please no.” You pleaded again but no avail he didn’t show any mercy.

“You pesky heroes think you can send anyone in here and get away with it? And guess what your precious hero Hawks did kill Best Jeanist. He also killed my ally Twice but I guess you all insects will forgive that. But I am not going to forgive you! Here’s a lesson you all will remember.”

Tomura brought all of his five fingers on the chair you were sitting on and everything in contact with it turned to dust. You fell on the floor on your back your arms and legs free from the ropes as you laid completely bare on the floor your most intimate parts on full display for Tomura and everyone watching the stream.

You tried to crawl back to escape him but his shoe met your stomach pressing on it making whine in pain, “Are you going to kill me…?” you asked choking on sobs.

He tsked, “No, I will not kill you I already said so didn’t I? Now we are not done. Before you decided to come here like a dumb bitch you are, what did you do?” You sense the unfiltered rage in his voice the shoe on your stomach pressed harder. “I worked at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.” You answered, “Why were you fired?” He knew everything didn’t he. He was going to make you regret existing.

“Tomura…” You whined and he tsked, “Please, kill me.” Tomura scoffed, he was going to force himself on you while talk about every little bad choices that you had made in life you were done for. If he let you out in the world after this you wouldn’t be able to face anyone anymore.

His shoe pressed even harder into your stomach, he bent down pinching your hardening nipple and brought the phone to your face. “You’re asking me to show you mercy? Too bad Y/N, I’m not a hero. You don’t get to die!” He started laughing as your face turned to a terrified one. “Now, tell me, why were you fired?” His hands moved around your body but the camera stayed at your face. You broke down as you explained your affair which had with your lieutenant, when you stopped Tomura gave a wicked laugh he looked down at you with disgust and lust in his eyes.“Ereaserhead’s little sister is a whore.” Tomura grabbed you by your neck and brought you to your knees, you looked up at him only to the camera positioned at front of your face. “Do what whores do the best.” The bulge in his pants was hard to ignore you could feel your heartbeat picking up as you  hear his belt jingle off while unbuckling his belt the camera recording every move and millions of people eagerly watching.

Soon his pants were discarded and your mouth was around his girth

Your tongue sticks out to lick his length from bottom to top, lubing it up so it would be easier to take it all into your mouth. He let out another loud pant as you licked him from top to bottom.

“Filthy,” he spat, his words thick with lust and dominance. “Absolutely filthy,” He reemphasized,

Tomura impatiently nudges your lips with the head of his cock, His precum already decorates your lips and chin, and you glance up at him,

Tomura and the viewers are truly mesmerized by the way you swallow his cock as he allows himself to bottom out every time, savouring the feeling of your warm and tight depths around him.

You swallowed around him, trying to ignore the burning sensation in your lungs .You couldn’t breathe because of how he blocked your airway, and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to breakdown. You swallowed around him again, another low groan meeting your ears.

his cock hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes watering further as you got used to the feeling. and trying not to gag you lifted your head back and began the motion stimulating his cock. He let out a real audible moan now, his hands gripping your hair as you went up and down. A mixture of tears and drool was dripping down your chin, pooling down the floor as you tried to let him take all of himself in your mouth.

You kept the blowjob up until you heard his breath get harder and more erratic with each hit with the back of your throat. He gripped your head and began thrusting hard into your mouth, hissed moans and sounds of pleasure escaped his clenched teeth as he reached his climax fucking your face.

You felt the hot seed burst out in your throat, the warm and bitter liquid sliding down. Tomura’s pants were heavy as he slowly pumped into your mouth, the liquid filling your throat as you swallowed it all down.

You popped off of him,your vision blurring with tears,your cheeks damp inhaling more greedy amounts of air. He wiped the drool off of your chin,forcing you on your feet as you struggled to maintained your balance. You noticed the dull ache of your knees, which had been pressed to the floor the entire time.

He brushed a hand through your hair, crouching matching your height. “Do you like being a whore? ”

He gripped your thigh and his fingers crawled upwards, “Instead of working hard like everyone in the society did u like getting on your knees and sucking off your boss? ”

His hands squeezed your ass up, as the smartphone was pointed to your face

You hiccuped nodding slowly

“A filthy slut like you always needs a dick or two in your mouth. Am I correct?” He asks, knowing exactly what his words are doing to you. You whine a little louder wishing for this all to be over, and when you don’t answer he grabs your hips with his rough hands,Your legs splay out in front the camera, standing between them and smirking down at you.

“Bend over. give us a little show.” You bend over the table  as he guides you, leaning into the hard cold wood under you. You feel his knee between your legs, nudging them open for his inspection,You knew what was coming his fingers rubbed your slit and camera positioned directly above it. You feel the brush of his warm breath over your exposed pussy, wet and aching.

You felt him position himself at your entrance. You couldn’t think straight now,You could feel heat begin to pool at his words and you blushed. What was wrong with you?

He pushed your legs apart and admired you, all exposed for him. He licked his lips. “look at you,your'e dripping.” “ I bet you love it. What a dirty fucking slut you are, getting turned on by people watching this slutty little pussy get fucked,”

“Am I correct?” he says more sternly, a glimmer of excitement in his warning gaze.

“Yes, sir,” you answer.

“I- I cant”

“You can and you will,” he says dismissively, his hand already wrapping itself into your hair. “Now take my cock like the whore you are.”

You arch your back, spreading your legs further to take Tomura’s pounding.

Tomura moaned above you as he kept thrusting faster and harder. He lowered his head sucking and biting on your neck.He groaned thrusting into you from behind giving your ass a hard slap. You moaned biting your bottom lip. He kept pounding your pussy grabbing your hair in his other fist. The footage on the camera became shakey and blurry.

Sliding his hands over your thighs, he lifts your legs onto his shoulders, and a silent moan erupts from you. This angle allows his cock to reach even deeper, and your cries turn to deep moans as Tomura hits hard and deep with every single thrust,feeling the eyes of the viewers on him

He let out a soft growl in your ear before thrusting faster. “’'You’re such a good little slut , taking whatever my cock gives you”“

He almost doesn’t want to cum, but then he imagines what your pussy would look like all filled with cum, his cum, and the thought alone urges him to slam into you harder.

“God, fuck, I’m cumming, take it, take it all you cocksleeve.”

“T- Tomura” you gasped

You felt sick, as if you were going to pass out.

this livestream has ended

You laid lifeless on the table as you felt his cum dripping our of your abused hole. Your eyes narrowed and you felt something wet prod your lips. You tried to move your head back but his hand pushed you into a deeper kiss.

The last thing you could remember was him, lulling you… kissing you.

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<Feedbacks are really appreciated >

[im-bakugous-bitch]

I was asked to check out this blog and it's so good!!!! You guys should go check it out! @veenni004

[im-bakugous-bitch]

Hiya! What do you feel about watermelon vs pineapple? Which one is better and if you like or don't like one (or both) of them. For me it's watermelon, it's my favorite fruit. I can't handle the taste of pineapple, it's too acidic for me and I don't like it at all. (also take your time with posting I love you 💖)

Heyo!

I personally like both, but I have to say I prefer watermelon. It's so sweet, I love it! :D

[im-bakugous-bitch]

Hey guys, Sky here!

Well, it's been a hot minute. Anybody still remember me? Haha, anyway...

I'm so sorry I haven't been posting a lot recently. I've got several different reasons including (but not limited to) increased anxiety, apartment hunting, overcome by homework, and extreme depression. The good news is that my classes end in two weeks, so I'll finally be able to get back to writing for you guys, which I'm really excited to do.

In the meantime, you guys are welcome to send asks with requests, saying hi, or asking my opinions on literally anything (bnha related or not), I'd love to interact with you guys more!

Anyway, I'll be back to writing for you soon I promise. In the meantime...stay frosty.

Love, Sky

[kingkatsuki]

Mixed Signals | Shindou Yo x Reader

So once again a last minute entry into our Discord server collab! The theme this time was Pen Pals! This is the longest fic I’ve ever written and I’m so mad it’s not for Bakugou haha. PLEASE check out the other incredible writers taking part in this one here.

For the purposes of this fic we’re going to pretend that you can video call on Tinder.👀

Warnings: 18+

Word Count: 11,458.

The loud bass blaring through the speakers was giving you a migraine, or honestly it could’ve been the sickly sweet cocktails your best friend was piling on you. Her idea to go out for ‘Happy Hour’ had now turned into a fully fledged night out. The bar nearing its closing time, the bar packed as people tried to get their orders in before they stopped serving drinks. Ashido already sliding back into her chair beside you as you sat at the high table. Your camera roll was still full of your ex. Photograph after photograph of you both looking so happy together. It was pathetic really, but you couldn’t help but stare at them. You just looked so content, and he’d fucking ruined everything.

“You’re never going to get over him if you spend the rest of your life pining,” Ashido held out another shot to you, giving you a glare when you refused. You rolled your eyes as you grabbed the bright green coloured drink, holding it in front of you as she picked up her own, clicking the tiny shot glasses together to ‘cheers’ before throwing them back.

“You need to move on.” 

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[im-bakugous-bitch]

JO

THIS IS A MASTERPIECE

[tomurasprincess]

Press Start

Pairing: Shigaraki x Reader Warnings: Noncon, kidnapping, manipulation, stalking, overstimulation, yandere Word Count: 5.6k Notes: My first fic for the BNHarem server collab!  I am so glad I decided to join the server months ago, as it’s become a second family.  They are so welcoming and supportive to a new writer like me, and I am excited to be able to participate and write Shigaraki in this collab.  The theme is penpals, and you can find the masterlist here! Thanks: I want to thank @katsukisprincess for listening to me scream about this idea for days, @thewheezingwyvern for proofreading and a few good suggestions, @lesbian-peanut-writer for the amazing banner she made for me, and anyone else who had to listen to me talk their ear off over it!

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>>….Press START. -> Insert coins to continue. -> Credits: 3 -> Player 1 has entered the game. -> Mode Select:        -> Single Player        -> Two Player ^ -> Two player mode selected. -> …searching for Player 2.

Shigaraki has a crush. It wasn’t something he intended, wasn’t even something he would acknowledge as such. But it was a crush all the same.  A crush that has blossomed into a deep, terrifying obsession.

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[katsukisprincess-deactivated202]

It’s not fair that I spend weeks on things I write and it never gets seen but you write boring things for it to get as many notes as you get. I don’t understand. It’s just not fair. It makes me want to delete my Tumblr. It’s just not fair.

what do you want me to tell you, mate? i started at zero just like every other blog on the planet. if you want me to signal boost your shit, dm me. what the fuck is sitting in my inbox crying about it going to do? what is insulting my own fics going to do? 💀

[kingkatsuki]

Tumblr is fucking hard. You could be the best author in the entire world and your fics might not ever reach 100 notes. @/Burnedbyshoto doesn’t even appear in the tags half the time because Tumblr’s algorithms are fucked up. So many of my favourite authors have ended up deactivating because of dumb shit like focusing on notes or not getting the recognition they deserve from their readers. I hate to say it but If you let the notes thing get to you that much, Tumblr might not be for you. 

For you to comment that “you write boring things” and for you to insinuate that spending “weeks” on content means that it deserves more notes you really must not understand content, Anon. Time spent does not equal good content. It doesn’t mean your content isn’t boring. You think just because you’ve written a 10k fic that it makes it better than a 1k fic someone else has written? No.

There are some authors in this fandom that don’t give a shit about anyone but themselves, they’ve built a following and they’re happy to live in that bubble. Churning out the same content repeatedly, reposting the same content they’ve posted previously and not supporting anyone else.. not even their friends! Getting 1K+ on their content easily because they’ve worked to build that following. 

There are authors like Sky who don’t do shit like that. Sky time and time again uses her following (What is it like 9k right now? Almost 10k? Idk) and she reblogs content, fic after fic. Shit that she enjoys or maybe it’s just to support people. She gives shout outs if people ask, signal boosts… Because she gets it. She’s worked her way up from 0 followers to what she’s got now. It’s not always about the fics, but her content is immaculate time and time again. 

The worst thing about this entire fucking post is that if you’d just dropped her a message, hell, even a polite anon asking if she’d check out your stuff or maybe help with a shout out or a reblog, she’d probably say yes because that is exactly the kind of fucking person that she is.  

The amount of fics I’ve seen recently that are incredible haven’t even hit 400 notes and it sucks, Anon. It fucking SUCKS. But Sky can’t force all her followers to read your shit, neither can I. I’m about to hit another milestone and it’s almost like I’ve got 11k silent readers?

TL;DR - LENGTH OR TIME SPENT ON YOUR FANFICTION DOESN’T MEAN QUALITY.

[katsukisprincess-deactivated202]

if anyone needs a girl to have a video call date with where we watch twilight and color, my inbox is open 💘

[im-bakugous-bitch]

Sky I would literally love a video call date where we watch twilight and color