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Head Underwater 7 & 8

You had your phone out during class. Ooops. It's not like you were asking for someone to discover your dark fantasies about being kidnapped and abused (except, weren't you kinda?)

EraserMix x Former Student Reader

CW: (I should probably be adding these) PIV, dirty talk, fisting, oral

Part 1& 2 Part 5 & 6

Aizawa had a handheld radio in his pocket which he turned on shortly after you’d stopped trembling. You were in shock, you thought, or dissociating. You weren’t a hundred percent sure, but whatever it was, was probably for the best.

He turned the dial on it, and a familiar voice came through the speaker. “Here’s one to my favorite girl, so glad to have ya home, chica.” A song came on that you were unfamiliar with, but the lyrics were in a soothing feminine voice so smooth you thought it might put you to sleep if you weren’t currently creeped out by the obvious shoutout.

“He made me promise to have a radio down here for you tonight, said he wanted to do a dedication.”

You sighed.

His fingers splayed across your bare stomach, the pads rough against your soft skin. “You should be flattered. We built this whole room just for you.”

“That’s crazy,” you replied flatly.

“That’s not very nice, sweetheart.”

You shrugged awkwardly in your sideways position. “Well, it is.” 

Aizawa pushed you onto your back and loomed over you. “Then you’re owned by two crazy men, so you’d better get used to it. And stop being a brat. You know I hate brats.”

“I’m not,” you replied, your voice even, your expression flat. “I’m just saying. It’s crazy to plan to kidnap someone.”

“What’s crazy is to go on your whole life about wanting something only to start bitching and crying the moment you get it.” He climbed over top of you, straddling your hips. “This is what you said you wanted. We talked about it at great length. I even told you it’d happen someday. You’re the one who chose not to believe me.”

You rolled your eyes, only to get slapped hard enough your head spun with the force. “I didn’t think—”

“No, you didn’t. That much is obvious.”

“I have family, and school,” you argued quietly as tears overtook you again. You stared up at him, eyes wide and lips trembling, and his countenance remained stern. He was terrifying.

“You should have thought about that before being such a damned tease.” Aizawa grabbed the handheld radio, song still playing its dulcet melody, and stalked toward the door. A second after he left the room, the light shut off. 

You curled into a ball and cried.

“Honey, I’m home!” The door banged off the wall as the chipper voice rang out. You glanced over your shoulder to find Hizashi Yamada standing in the fluorescent light. 

You sniffed and turned back to face the opposite wall.

“Now is that the way to greet your man?” When you didn’t respond, Yamada stepped onto the mattress and nudged your body with his boot. “Shou too mean to ya or somethin’? Hm?” He crouched down and rolled you onto your back; you stared past his body resolutely. After a moment, Yamada tugged away the blanket, whistling when he took in the state of you. ”Shou really did a number on you, huh, babe?”

You moved to roll back onto your side, but he laid a hand on your shoulder to hold you in place.

“Don’t be that way, sweetpea.”

You scoffed. “What way?”

“Difficult,” he responded.

“How am I supposed to be? Am I supposed to just accept that my favorite teacher—”

“Aw, I was your favorite teacher?”

Your face burned in humiliation at admitting it, but it was true; Present Mic was the favorite of a lot of students, in your defense. He’d almost always given you glowing remarks on your work and encouraged you to do your best. 

He smirked, thumb stroking little circles on your skin. “You were my favorite student, too, ya know.”

“Yeah, that’s real comforting. Did you fantasize about abducting all of your students or just me?” you snarked.

His smile widened into a sharklike grin. “No, you’re special that way. And ya know, I didn’t think of abduction’ ya until Shou discovered your dirty little secrets. Such a naughty little girl, sharing pics with me all the time.”

It struck you then just what sort of pictures you had exchanged with your high school teacher. Your face blazed with the heat of your mortification.

“You still did,” you grumbled as you steadfastly avoided his gaze. “While I was still your student.”

His eyes flicked down your naked, huddled body and he stroked the flesh between your breasts. “Sure did. Thought about doin’ all kinds of things to you. Why don’t I show you, hm?”

“No, thanks.”

His brows furrowed, then he barked out a laugh. “Shou will like the politeness, but I’m afraid that wasn’t really a question, honey.” He bent toward you, his loose hair tickling at your skin, and you immediately shoved him away.

This seemed to surprise him for some reason. He looked at your offending hand and then wrapped his own around your wrist and pressed it into the mattress. “Aw, don’t be shy, sweetie.”

“I’m not—” You twisted to get away from him, but he straddled you, easily holding you in place with your hands pinned over your head. You could feel how excited he was, and your thrashing seemed to do nothing but thrill him more. He rolled his hips against you and you tried to kick him, but he had wheedled your legs apart.

“Keep fighting, baby, I can go all night!”

You snapped your teeth at him and you swore that the man moaned at the sound of your teeth clicking together.  You wanted to claw his face, to sink your venom deep in his flesh to stun him in place, then you’d kick him and—

“Isn’t this what you wanted, baby? Are you having fun yet?” His taunts were hot in your ear and tears filled your eyes at his words. He wasn’t wrong; she had said so many times that a scene just like this was what she fantasized about.

But that doesn’t make this okay.

Present Mic transferred your hands to one of his own and reached down to tug himself free from his trousers. You felt him nudge at your sore entrance. 

“No, Mr. Yamada, please.” You stared plaintively up at him, your eyes wide and brimming.

He gazed down at you, his expression unreadable, but serious as he looked into your eyes with his own deep green. You thought maybe you were getting through to him, maybe he would stop.

Then you felt the strangeness or something pushing past your entrance, felt him sheathing himself in you, a sensation wholly separate from the one you’d experienced before, and you weren’t entirely sure it was because of the residual pain either. A few pumps was all it took before he was fully inside you, his mouth slack and a line between his brows.

“Fuck, honey, you feel so good.”

You started crying. You couldn’t help it, you suddenly felt so drained, so helpless and hopeless that all the fight drained out of you and you didn’t know what else to do. The hero didn’t stop, though he removed his hands from your wrists and wrapped them around you, changing positions to instead hold you up against his chest.

“Oh, babygirl,” he murmured into your hair as he bounced you on top of him, his end hooking into your sweet spot in the strangest way. “I promise we’ll take real good care of you. You’ll be so happy here with us. Just give in, be our good girl.”

He continued murmuring these things to you, how you needed to listen to them, how you should have been grateful it was them and not someone worse, how you’d never go without love and affection again. And while you sobbed your heart out against his shoulder, he came inside you with a deeply satisfied groan.

After, he laid you down on the mattress and tucked the blanket around you, your head in his lap as he played with your hair. “I’ll talk to Shou about everything. Don’t worry, baby, you won’t be down here long; just until you prove to us you’ll be a good girl.”

You were tired, so you let him keep talking until you drifted off.

8

There was food when you woke, an apple, a granola bar, and a juice box, the kind you might give to a little kid. You rolled your eyes, but you took a bite of the apple anyway. It was red, shiny, but bruised.

Just like you. You felt along your hips and winced at the tender spots you found, all roughly the size of men’s fingertips and scattered around your hips and thighs, your forearms, your ass. As for between your legs…

Blood and other fluids flaked there in layers of black and white. It was disgusting. You were sweaty and sticky and gross. What you wouldn’t give for a shower.

As it was, you’d have to settle for the wet wipe included with your humble meal. You wiped your fingers and your face with it, pretending you felt refreshed. Then you laid back on the stained mattress and stared up at the grey concrete. In no time, the intrusive thoughts began.

Both men had insisted this was your fault, that you had literally asked for this. You had, you knew you had. However, it should have been understood that those things were fantasies and you’d want to negotiate such play, right? It was reasonable to assume no one would actually want to be abducted, to give up their autonomy to another with no say in the matter. It was illegal to abduct someone after all, and it wasn’t like they had any proof that you wanted such a thing, nothing admissible in a court of law.

And they were heroes. Heroes were supposed to be above reproach. 

If most heroes were like these two, they were a fucked up bunch.

These were your thoughts while you laid there alone. How many hours you were there? You had no idea. 

Your mind went in circles blaming yourself for your own idiocy, then talking itself into blaming the heroes, since to do otherwise was victim blaming (right?) and you were staunchly against that. However, too soon you’d remember yet another message you’d sent the men and mortification would rip through you again, the whole cycle beginning anew.

It wasn’t until the door opened that you were pulled from the cycle and back into the stream of the present.

This time, you were faced with both men. They came through the door, both in house shoes and relaxed clothing, Aizawa’s hair pulled back in a loose ponytail and Yamada’s loose, both with a predatory glint in their eyes as they watched you. 

You tightened the blanket around you and crept back against the wall, though there was so little space between you and the men that the extra centimeters didn’t matter. A part of you desperately wanted to activate your camouflage, but you didn’t; it would be useless in this cramped space.

“Today,” Aizawa began, “we will begin your training.”

Training. Your blood ran cold with the word. Your gaze flitted between the two men, waiting for something to happen as dread slowly mounted in you.

Aizawa reached out. “Blanket.”

“B-but I’m cold,” you murmured, unsure of how else to delay the inevitable. 

“Now, kitten.” You jumped at the command in his voice.

This was it, your first true test. Were you going to be defiant every step of the way and force them to break you down into little pieces and glue you together into a semblance of what you wanted? Or would you be moldable, make the experience less painful for yourself?

You swallowed thickly and removed the blanket from around you, balling it in a fist and handing it over. Your gaze was on the mattress throughout the transaction.

“Good girl.” You shuddered at the dark man’s words. He set the blanket aside and approached you like you were a wild animal, hands splayed out toward you to show they were empty. “Lay on your back.”

You remained crouched, gaze dancing toward Yamada to see if you could discern anything about what was going to happen from him. His own expression was impassive. “Kitten.” Your gaze was drawn back to Aizawa. “Lay down.”

Slowly, you lowered yourself, though your arms remained wrapped around your chest as though to protect you from what was about to happen. Aizawa straddled your chest, prying your hands to your side and staring down at you with those dark, tired eyes. You steadfastly ignored his gaze, but he didn’t seem to care. Down by your hips, your legs were spread and you felt your former teacher settle between them. You turned your head to gaze at the wall.

The sound of a zipper made you shudder. A rough hand cupped your cheek and turned your head, thumb laid on your bottom lip. “Open.” Your eyes squeezed shut in preparation for what was coming, but you did as you were told. Something hot, heavy, and pungent rested at the opening of your mouth and slowly pushed in. 

The taste was salty, the taste was salty, fleshy, hard to completely describe, and the texture was surprisingly velvety against your tongue. Your mouth stretched wide as he pushed further into it, until he reached the back of your throat and you struggled to open further to him.

“Relax,” he coaxed, stroking the side of your face gently.

How could you relax when you felt fingers at your apex, playing along your opening? One of the fingers slid in and you almost choked on the dick in your mouth.

“Hey, pay attention to what’s going on up here,” Aizawa ordered. “Let Hizashi handle down there, okay?”

You opened teasy eyes, lashes trying to stick together, and gave the tiniest nod. You felt another finger enter you, scissoring inside, but you could do nothing about it as you tried to do as Aizawa ordered. You had no doubt the man would choke you on his cock if you failed to please him.

You tried to ignore it, you really tried, but when a fourth finger entered you, you tightened up from head to toe, freezing in place. You were honestly surprised you didn’t automatically bite down or try to use your venom, considering the breech of your body that had just occurred. 

Yamada slapped your thigh. “If ya don’t relax I won’t be able to fit the whole fist.”

The whole fist?!? That did not help. If anything, you were even more tense than before.

Aizawa gripped the back of your head and made you meet his eyes. “We need to see how much you can handle, kitten, so relax and let Hizashi work.”

“Yeah, what if we decide to loan you out to Endeavor or something?”

You pulled back from the man in front of you, whimpering in terror at the thought of the huge, surly hero who had apparently abused his own wife and children. 

“Calm down, we’re not gonna hand you over to Endeavor.” Aizawa rolled his eyes. “Seriously, Hizashi, try not to scare her more.”

Hizashi chuckled. “Well, you never know. A good lay might help the man.”

“We’re picky about lending out our toys,” Aizawa assured you, guiding you back to his cock. “Though we do lend them out on occasion. Or participate in a group scene.”

“Nothing hotter than watching a hot little thing get overwhelmed,” came the voice out of sight. He was rubbing your thigh with his free hand now, the motions almost soothing. His hand crept inward toward your clit, and then he was making circles there. “Making her airtight, every hole used like a good toy.”

Aizawa’s cock twitched and he guided you back to it, to wrap your lips around the head and begin taking him again.

“Use your tongue more, there’s a good girl.” 

He set a rougher pace now, hips thrusting forward while he held your head in place, so that you were forced to open your throat and take it. When he finally slid into your gullet, he moaned and drove home, until your nose hit his pubis.

That’s when he began to truly put you through your paces.

While he thrusted away, Hizashi slowly worked you open until his fist was inside you, rewarding you by bending down to use his silver tongue on your clit. He sucked and licked while your eyes tears up and your body struggled to focus between equally distracting situations.

You were going to go mad. There was pleasure pulsing from your fingertips to your toes, and you couldn’t get enough oxygen, which only seemed to heighten the sensations.

Aizawa glanced behind him at his husband eating you out, one hand stuck inside you like you were his own personal fuck puppet, and grabbed your head with both hands to assault your mouth. Drool spilled from your lips, snot from your nose, and wet gagging noises filled the air as your moans were cut off by his eager thrusts.

“That’s it, take it. Take it like the dirty little slut you are.” He growled down at you, fingers bruisingly tight in your hair, and came down your throat. You could hardly taste him, his cum bypassing your tongue. As he pulled out, you flopped back onto the mattress, your moans free.

You tried to fist the mattress to no avail, your claws scratching into it instead. Your spine arched as the man sucked your clit and gently pumped his fist inside you until you were writhing, until your walls spasmed and you screamed out, liquid flooding between thighs, almost drowning him with your pleasure.

He pulled away, licking his lips like a cat with cream and grinning down at you. You used the damp hand he pulled from your core towrap around his own erection, the end shining with its pierced head, and came on your stomach in seconds, riled up by what had just transgressed.

You didn’t have the energy to react, instead lying boneless, helpless, spent.

Part 9 & 10

[freya-fallen]

Head Underwater 1&2

You had your phone out during class. Ooops. It's not like you were asking for someone to discover your dark fantasies about being kidnapped and abused (except, weren't you kinda?)

EraserMix x Former Student Reader

It started when he subbed for one of Hizashi’s classes. The other hero had a dentist appointment of all things and needed someone to cover third period English. As that was usually a grading period for him, Shouta reluctantly agreed.

The conversation went something like this:

“SHOUTA!”

He set down his coffee and glanced up from the wood grain of the table, his usual morning study. “Hizashi, it’s seven in the morning. Could you keep it down?”

The hero known as Present Mic took the seat opposite him. He looked far too awake at the ass-early time, hair already spiked and completely dressed except for the stereo that would settle around his throat. “I need a favor.”

“Of course, you do.” He sighed and leaned back, waiting for his spouse to come out with it.

“Well, ya see, I kinda sorta forgot I have a dentist appointment around lunch and it wouldn’t be a problem, but I never got a sub for third period and I won’t be back by then. And then I remembered you don’t have a third period, so…”

“You were thinking I’d take it for you,” Shouta finished for him. 

“Exactamundo,” said the cockatiel of a man, favoring him with a grin.

Shouta rolled red-rimmed eyes. He usually tried to get through everything quickly during his free period so he could take a nap. “Why should I do that?”

Hizashi leaned forward, his voice uncharacteristically low, “Because I’ll let you be in charge tonight, daddy.”

There was a beat of silence. “No bitching?”

“Not a peep.”

His red-rimmed eyes narrowed. “No bratting?”

Hizashi shook his head. He sighed and Hizashi’s grin widened. 

That was why he handed out worksheets to general ed students, his first real interaction with them. After all, he was a hero course instructor. He didn’t know any of these kids and would probably never see them again.

Well, other than the girl in the third row five seats back. She looked like a shy little thing, hair falling over her face as she stared down at her lap. Her hair had been like that the whole time, but now it was intentionally disguising what she was doing.

“I’ll be taking that,” he said, capture cloth snatching the phone from her lap. The girl jolted, eyes going wide, and Shouta felt a twinge of sadistic pleasure. She looked cute that way, lips rounded and cheeks blushed. “You can come by and pick it up after school is done for the day.”

“Yes, sensei,” she murmured shyly. He suppressed the urge to grin.

Shouta tossed the phone in the desk drawer and forgot about it during the remainder of class.

It wasn’t until he went to grab his own during his much-shortened lunch that he saw it light up with notifications; there were a lot. Just what was this girl up to that she couldn’t keep away from her phone for sixty goddamn minutes?

He lifted it and started scrolling through what the notifications were from, but he could only see so much. It was number locked. He drummed his fingers on the desk and thought of likely combinations. Both 1111 and 1234 didn’t work, nor 4321 or 0000. He sighed and looked at the class roster. Next to each name was a date of birth. If only he had thought to ask for hers…

Slowly, methodically, he narrowed down his options and began to try them out. Eventually, one worked. So simple.

“Now let’s see what that shy girl was so interested in.” He noticed most of them were from Discord servers and went into her account. He was in a few himself but they were all related to the school or hero work. To see a student of his (or, rather, Mic’s) in servers for things like “dark fic” and BDSM was mildly disturbing. She was in her last year, but that didn’t mean she was adult enough for this.

Shouta pulled up his own Discord app and sent himself an invite to a server she was in, a strange whim he decided to indulge. He also looked at her emails, saved her phone number, and sent himself a screenshot of her SnapChat. He wouldn’t add her or anything so inappropriate and impulsive, but he figured there was no harm.

If nothing else, maybe he could teach the kid about internet security.

Shouta was sure to delete any evidence of his fiddling and put the phone back with a sticky note to Hizashi explaining why it was there, then he headed back to his classroom and began to scroll through Discord for her messages.

He soon found himself entirely too engrossed.

At dinner that night, Shouta decided to broach the subject with Hizashi. He pulled up a photo she had posted to one of the servers and slid his phone to his husband. “What do you know about this kid?”

Hizashi picked up the phone and inspected the picture. “Oh yeah, she was in the class you watched for me today. Quite the little cutie, huh?”

“She was on her phone during class. I had to confiscate it,” he replied.

Hizashi nodded. “Yeah, she grabbed it right before I had to pack up. She’s usually such a good little thing, can’t believe she’d misbehave. And in front of you.” He clicked his tongue. “Did you discipline her?”

“No, I didn’t ‘discipline’ her.” Shouta rolled his eyes. “I did, however, look through her phone.”

The blond’s brows rose. “Oh?”

“She’s into some very… adult stuff.” His cheeks flushed a little as he went on. “And she’s not very smart about it. I found her talking about dark fantasies on a Discord server.”

Hizashi’s chartreuse eyes sparkled. “How dark we talkin’?”

“Talking about being kidnapped and, as they put it, ‘nonconned.’” He licked his lips and glanced down at her picture still on his screen. “I didn’t expect it from a student.”

“Kinky little girl, huh? Can’t say we weren’t when we were that age,” Hizashi said with a chuckle.

“I don’t remember ever saying that I would be happy if some older man kept me as a captive sex slave.” Shouta shook his head. “The girl has no sense of Internet safety protocol either. Some creep is gonna end up finding her and giving her what she wants eventually.”

“Lucky man.” Hizashi chuckled. “I hope he lets her finish her education first, though. She’s one of my best students.”

Shouta couldn’t help the worm of curiosity she’d struck in him. “What’s she like?”

His husband pondered that for a moment. “Smart—“  Shouta snorted. “Book smart,” he corrected, then went on. “She’s always hiding herself in a uniform just a little too big, but I’m betting she has a cute little figure under all that. Sweet girl, blushes easy. A natural submissive if I ever met one.”

“And apparently a masochist.” Shouta sighed and scrolled through her posts. “If I were ten years younger…”

“You don’t think you could handle a girl like her now?” Hizashi teased. “You gettin’ too old to play with little girls, daddy?”

“I have enough trouble wrangling you,” he muttered.

The other man squeezed his hand. “You’re lucky to have me. Anyway, speak for yourself on that age thing. I could totally take on an eighteen-year-old.”

“Oh, really?” Shouta said daringly. “You think so.”

“I know it, babe.”

That was how it started, harmless enough and without intention. Shouta checked when she posted to Discord and slowly started engaging, telling himself he was looking out for the teenager. They eventually found they had quite a bit in common and not all of it was Shouta manipulating the girl into talking with him, revealing her secrets.

She was funny when she felt comfortable, and extremely sweet. Hizashi was right; she was so submissive it made a part of him ache. Hizashi was a great partner, but he, too, preferred to top. It meant they were constantly compromising or searching for that elusive unicorn who would complete them.

Recently, Shouta had gotten the notion that she might be a good fit, though he tried to quash that thought whenever it popped up.

Undertaker

Did you get the grade back for your English essay?

He knew she did; Hizashi had even let him read it. 

Cuddlefish

Yeah, I didn’t get an A though.

That had been his call. It was great work, but they both knew she could do better if she didn’t stay up all night talking to strangers on the Internet.

Undertaker

Tsk. I’m disappointed, kitten. You can do better

Cuddlefish

It was a B+! It’s not like I failed

Undertaker

You could’ve done better and you know it. Don’t you?

Cuddlefish

Yes sir

Undertaker

You’ll work harder next time

Cuddlefish

I promise

Undertaker

Good girl

It was getting unhealthy, the level of involvement he had with this student, not that anyone outside of him and Hizashi knew— or would ever know.

For his part, Hizashi seemed to encourage it. He’d come home from work and tell Shouta all about his time with the girl. 

“Today, she wore short sleeves. She’s always covering up the blazer, so I got a better look at her figure. She’s hiding the cutest thighs under there, I just know it.” He shook his head. “Seems a shame she never wears shorter skirts. I’ve never seen a teenage girl so reluctant to show off her body.”

Shouta snorted. There were plenty of modest girls; it would just figure that the one they were interested in was reluctant to show off. He counted that as a good thing. She was moldable clay to work with. 

“What do you think it would be like, having her with us?” Hizashi asked one night during pillow talk, that moment where possibilities were open and they could daydream together.

Shouta had briefly entertained such thoughts in the inbetween moments of life— driving to work, between classes, while cooking. “We’d have to train her. It could last a while, though I think she’d take to it once broken in.” The idea of training her excited him more than he cared to admit; he’d trained submissives before, but never would his control have been as extreme as he’d imagined with the girl. She would be the captive she’d dreamt of being, subject to his every whim. “We’d have to have a secure location to put her before we acquired her, somewhere easy to hide, easy to keep her.”

“I was thinking the basement,” said Hizashi. “We could easily add in a bathroom and a little room for her to sleep.”

Shouta nodded. “Her quirk wouldn’t make her hard keep. In a small space, she couldn’t hide.”

Her quirk was called Cuttlefish; she could change the color of her skin to extreme degrees, more precise than even a chameleon. Additionally, she had the ability to produce ink and venom with her fingertips, and she could control her buoyancy, though that last was only useful in water. Unlike cuttlefish, she couldn’t breathe underwater, nor did she have suckers or tentacles or additional arms. Her quirk would be easy enough to deal with— all they had to do was secure her hands. She was not the sort of girl to use violence anyway. Breaking her of the idea of using her toxin would be simple— and it would be easy enough to procure the antidote.

“We could put locking gloves on her,” Hizashi added and Shouta grinned at that. This was part of the reason he loved the other man, they were two sides of the same coin, though his spouse was more creative.

“I don’t think she’d be too bad, but if she became difficult enough, we could have her venom glands removed. I think they’re under her fingernails.” A sick part of him thought that if she was too much of a brat, they could always take her fingertips. She didn’t need them to function; she’d learn to navigate the world without them. “She’d be so dependent on us without the use of her hands. We’d either have to feed her ourselves, or make her eat like a dog.”

Hizashi hissed. “Ooo, I don’t know which I like more. We’d have to try both to see what gets to her the most. She’s cute when she’s embarrassed.”

“How long do you think a basement remodel like that would take anyway?” Shouta wondered. 

“Well, she doesn’t graduate for a few months. We have plenty of time.” Hizashi took his hand.

“True. It’d be easy to have it done in time…”

2

Undertaker

You shouldn’t joke about me kidnapping you you know

Cuddlefish

Why not? Not like you’d actually be interested

Undertaker

Really? That’s what you think?

Cuddlefish

Come and kidnap me then

You’re too nice anyway

You wouldn’t hurt me

Undertaker

Kitten I would absolutely love to hurt you

Cuddlefish

What would you do?

Undertaker

I’d keep you locked in my basement until you were desperate for company

You’d do anything I want

Cuddlefish

Wouldn’t you worry about me using my quirk on you?

Undertaker

Honestly? No. It’d be so easy to stop you

I’ve thought about binding your hands

Locking them behind your back

Even cutting off your venom glands in your fingers to make sure you could never use your quirk on me

Cuddlefish

What about hiding?

Undertaker

You think you’d be able to hide in a twelve-foot square cement box? That’s what’s waiting for you

Cuddlefish

You’ve actually thought about this huh?

Kinda hot

Undertaker

We’ll see if you still think so when you’re choking on my cock

It was supposed to be idle speculation, but the couple began to build on it in those quiet moments when it was just them. They discussed what they’d do to her, how they’d train her, even how many babies they’d make her pop out when they were ready. The day it changed was the day Hizashi brought in a pamphlet from a contractor. 

“Apparently it’d take maaaaaybe a million yen to get it ready for her, depending on what direction we want to take it,” his husband said, setting down the trifold. 

There was a pause between them wherein there was still plausible deniability. They could pretend it was a fantasy and let it all go. 

Shouta looked over the pamphlet. “I was thinking minimal. We could use cinderblocks or concrete for the walls of the room where she’d be kept and then have a standing shower for the bathroom, add a toilet. We already have a sink, so it shouldn’t be difficult.”

“D’ya think Cementoss would help us?” If that were the case, the price would be halved. They’d just need to buy the bits for the bathroom and have someone do the plumbing. 

“He owes me,” said Shouta. “I thought it might be a good idea to keep the room small, six foot by six foot. We could fit a mattress in there, have a single lightbulb, and that would be it.”

Hizashi grinned. “Oh, I like it.”

Shouta pulled up his contacts and messaged his fellow teacher, asking the man if he was up for a home project. “How was our girl today?”

“Some boy from the hero course was flirting with her. None of your kids,” Hizashi clarified before Shouta could think of beating one of them for their trespass. “Sweet girl didn’t even realize, just thought he was being nice.”

“Good. I’d rather her not getting involved with anyone. Did she ask you 

about recommendation letters yet? She said she was gonna ask soon.”

Hizashi shook his head. “Nah, but she’s a shy little chick. She’ll get around to it though.”

Shouta grunted. “I should lecture her about that. Little brat said it was hot that I’d thought about kidnapping her, by the way.”

“It is hot.” Hizashi pressed against him to let the other man see just how hot he thought it was.

“Well yeah, you’d think so. You’re not the eighteen-year-old who’s gonna be locked in the basement by an old man.”

“You’re hardly old,” his husband countered.

“You have to say that because you’re also old,” was his reply.

Hizashi’s green eyes narrowed. “Take that back!”

Before he could give a snarky reply, Shouta’s phone buzzed.

“Is it Cementoss? What’s he say?” The blond glanced over his shoulder and saw the Discord notification. “Oooo, I know. We should ask little miss masochist if we’re old.”

“I’m not asking her that,” he muttered.

“Aw, c’mon, Shou. What, afraid our girl is gonna say you’re too old to be cute?” Hizashi teased. “She likes older men. She’s gonna be thrilled.”

“I’m not asking an eighteen-year-old girl for validation— HIZASHI!” His husband plucked his phone from his grasp and started typing. He was exactly one inch taller, but used every centimeter to his advantage as he awaited the answer. “AHA!” He turned the phone around triumphantly.

Undertaker

My husband wants to know if 31 is too old for you

Cuddlefish

No. 31 is hot. You’re married? To a guy?

“Give me that,” he griped, swiping it back. 

Undertaker

Sorry about that the asshole stole my phone

Cuddlefish

Your husband you mean?

Undertaker

Yeah 

And yes I’m married to a man

Does that bother you

Cuddlefish

Why would it?

Is he into the idea of kidnapping me too?

“Great, now she’s asking about you.”

“What’s she sayin’? Come oooooon, Shou, I just wanna know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout,” the blond pouted. “I won’t take your phone again, promise.”

His dark eyes narrowed. “You should make an account to add her rather than make me your middleman.” But he didn’t argue when his husband cuddled up close and watched the back and forth.

Within a week there was a group chat between the three of them. She talked to both men individually, but she also seemed to enjoy the attention they both laved on her. 

Radio Man

Where’s my morning selfie cutie?

Cuddlefish

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Hizashi whistled and turned his phone back to Shouta.

“I’m in the same chat, dumbass,” he told his husband, though he was staring down at the picture with a smile on his face. She was still in her sleep clothes, one of the sleeves slipped off the shoulder, hair mussed. It was a weekend or she’d have been in her uniform by then. 

Since Hizashi had created a secondary Discord account, he’d gotten a lot more photos out of the girl. She sent them every day before heading to school in the morning and on demand whenever the voice hero decided he wanted one. Most days they received at least two since Hizashi was pushy.

Cuddlefish

I should get pics of you 2

Radio Man

You want pics of us cutie?

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It showed him from the mouth to mid-chest, hair down and shirtless, enough to tease but not enough to give away his identity. 

Cuddlefish

I can barely see your face at all

That’s not fair

Radio Man

I coulda sent nothin

Cuddlefish

What about you @Undertaker?

Undertaker

What about me?

Cuddlefish

I want a pic

Undertaker

Absolutely not

Radio Man

I gotchu

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“Hizashi! What the hell!” His cheeks were crimson as he opened up a pic that was sent to his husband while he was at summer camp with his kids, a very private pic taken in the bath.

Hizashi didn’t look the slightest bit ashamed of himself for sending a lewd photo to a student. “What? It’s not like it shows your face.”

“No, it shows my dick.” He slapped a hand over his face. “She’s your student,” he chided. “You just sent a picture of my dick to your student.”

“She’s an adult,” the other man argued. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

Cuddlefish

Wow. I didn’t expect to get anything of him

Thanks @Radio Man

Radio Man

For you? Anything

“So when should we take her? During the break?” Hizashi asked as they made dinner together one evening. 

Shouta shook his head. “She's visiting family after graduation, so not this break, but the college she's attending is local. We can possibly grab her during a weekend.”

His husband nodded. “And that way we'll know how troublesome our incoming students are, too,” he added.

“True,” said Shouta, though he doubted they could be worse than his current class. He'd had to fail them all at once just to get his point across. 

A couple of months and they'd have their girl safe and sound, ready to be broken. Then they could train her to their liking and build their lives together. It would be perfect.

That was his foolish thought.

Part 2 & 3

[freya-fallen]

Head Underwater 3 & 4

You had your phone out during class. Ooops. It's not like you were asking for someone to discover your dark fantasies about being kidnapped and abused (except, weren't you kinda?)

EraserMix x Former Student Reader

Part 1 &2

You were in your first year at university when the world went to Hell. Okay, maybe not the whole world, but at least Japan. Villains took over the streets with the infamous Shigaraki destroying whole blocks with his Quirk, Decay. It was no longer safe for normal citizens like yourself.

That was why you were being careful as you finished up your grocery shopping for the week. You had grabbed the easiest, cheapest meals you could since work was also limited in this problematic time, mostly instant noodles, and hurried to the register to check out.

“Thank you,” you said to the cashier as he checked you out. You meant it, too. Even a simple job like his was dangerous when villains were walking around like they owned the streets. 

You’d heard rumors that they were going to suspend classes soon and you hoped that wasn’t true; you lived on campus and you weren’t sure what you’d do for housing if that was the case. Your parents had traveled overseas with the assumption that you were safe with campus security active, and flights were now suspended between Japan and other nations.

You pushed overgrown hair out of your eyes as you hurried from the store toward your dorms. This was only a corner store a stone’s throw away, but it didn’t mean it was safe. There weren’t even any security cameras on this street.

You were nearly there when your phone dinged. You pulled it out, once more pushing back your hair (and lamenting how long you’d had to go between cuts; twice as long as you normally would at least!) and read the message on the screen.

Undertaker

Are you home yet kitten?

As the world had gotten more dangerous, your online “friends” had become more concerned with your well-being. They assured you that, had their jobs not subsequently gotten busier, they’d have kidnapped you long ago. You thought it was sweet how they lied to make you feel wanted.

Cuddlefish

Nearly there

Undertaker

This is why you shouldve gone earlier. Its almost dark now

Cuddlefish

Sorry daddy xp

Undertaker

Dont be a brat

You bit your lip. It was hard to resist poking at him now and then, much as you knew he disliked bratting. He threatened you over it all the time. To be fair, you never took it far, just a touch here and there to evoke a reaction. You didn’t want to push him away. If anything, you were using it as motivation for him to want to hurt you more.

According to him, he didn’t need it. You were his ideal victim.

Then why the Hell won’t you kidnap me already! You could practically hear him and his partner chiding you about the dangers of asking for such things on the internet, not that you knew what either of them sounded like, but you knew what they’d say.

Eventually you’ll get what you want, babygirl, and you might not like it as much as you think. That would be RadioMan.

You never know who’s on the other side of these conversations, kitten.

You’d been talking to them for a year now so you knew them well enough that you didn’t care about what you didn’t know. What you did know was enough: they were the right age, the right type, into the right things. What could possibly go wrong?

On the off chance that they wanted to keep you longterm, it wasn’t like you had anything going for you. Sure, you were a decent student, but you had no real direction in life, nothing you were desperate to do. Living out your fantasies was as good as anything else. As for family, there was a reason yours was fine with moving to a different country while you remained behind. You’d never been particularly close. After graduation, the distance had only grown.

You arrived home, swinging your bag off your back and onto your one countertop in your kitchenette. Out came the food and into its place everything went. Then you texted in your group chat with the guys that you were home safe.

RadioMan

Thanks for letting us know sweetpea

You smiled. He was always full of praises and pet names. Undertaker was much more difficult to please. 

You undressed and started the shower, twisting the nob so that when the water heated, it sent out plumes of steam. When you stepped in, it warmed your cool skin.

As you showered, you thought of them and what you knew. They were both around six feet tall, close in height to one another, slim. Both had long hair, Undertaker’s dark and RadioMan’s blond. The former often had scruff. You only saw the bottom lip of the latter, but he seemed clean-shaven. They were high school sweethearts and used to have another partner, but he died when they were all young.

Your face heated as you thought of what else you knew.

You weren’t completely innocent; your browser history could attest to that, but you were technically a virgin and definitely inexperienced. However, you knew enough to tell a large dick even from a picture. And the blond’s was pierced, a Prince Albert. 

You remembered his response when you’d asked if it hurt.

Pain aint all bad, you know that as well as anyone

Your hands wandered as you began the process of soaping yourself up, wondering what that piercing might feel like inside. Would it hurt? Well, definitely the first time at least, but what after that? He was long enough he’d hit your cervix. You always thought you might like that since you liked the thought of pain and didn’t mind it usually, could compartmentalize it out in the past whenever—

Nope, you weren’t going down that route.

You redirected your mind back to the two men and their dicks. The only pic you’d gotten of Undertaker nude had been that first sent by RadioMan, but RadioMan was far more generous, especially when you were willing to go quid-pro-quo.

Undertaker would lecture you whenever your quid became too risque. He preferred you being more careful online, though insisted you could wear as little as you liked in his presence and he wouldn’t mind the slightest.

Your shower soon finished and you got out, dried up, and enveloped yourself in a plush robe. It was the little things in life, like fabric softener, that got you through the day. Though if things continued the way they were, fabric softener would no longer be a concern for you.

With a sigh, you heated a cup of noodles and sat at your little table to begin homework. Up went your laptop, Discord popups dinging every few minutes like clockwork in either your conversation with the guys or one of your many servers. However, they knew that this was the time you devoted to schoolwork and would not be okay with you checking notifications until you were had earned a break no matter how curious you became. 

You were rewarded for your efforts.

Undertaker

What a good girl, didnt even respond once

RadioMan

Very good. Better have some ice cream tonight as a reward.

Cuddlefish

No ice cream tonight :sadface:

RadioMan

No ice cream?!? Thats not okay! Why not?

Cuddlefish

Tight funds

RadioMan

I wish you’d let us send some honey bun. You know we can afford it

Apparently, they made decent money between them, but you were loathe to take money from people. It was too much, even if RadioMan offered so freely.

Undertaker

And what safe way would we send her money?

RadioMan

CashApp, Zelle, Venmo, PayPal

CuddleFish

I couldnt do that

RadioMan

Why not? Your almost as stubborn as he is

Cuddlefish

Am not

You didn’t have much in the way of friends otherwise. You were kind of weird, more chronically online than present in person. Sure, you showed up to your classes and paid attention, took notes, passed everything well enough, but you lived mostly in your fantasy world. 

You weren’t sure when it began, just that you were young. While most girls saw princesses and wanted a prince charming to come in and sweep them off their feet, you liked the idea of the villain locking you in a tower. Or shackling you to a wall. The idea of what Bowser might be doing to Peach was far more titilating than what happened when Mario rescued her. 

You knew it was… unusual. You’d even tried dating once in grade school, but the sappy, clingy boy who stared at you with hearts in his eyes just didn’t do it for you, so you broke up with him. You accepted you were different, hoped maybe someday you’d find someone who would go along with your kinks, and kept your fantasies to the world online.

In lieu of ice cream, you opened a can of peaches and sat on your couch to watch binge-watch some television. Just another ordinary day.

4

Classes were cancelled until further notice. You didn’t know until you tried to go to your first class on Monday morning only to find a sign posted up, then you began scrolling through your school email to find that every single one had followed suit. You messaged the group chat and then began scrolling through contacts to text your mom. You didn’t know what you were going to do now. 

RadioMan

Dont panic. Everythings gonna be okay

Cuddlefish

My parents won’t pay for a place if Im not going to school

You had zero skills and no degree, so it wasn’t like you could get a good job, and most places were operating with a skeleton crew as it was. You were SOL. 

You weren’t paying attention to where you were going, too busy on your phone as you tried to figure out what you would do with your life until you could get back in school, so you didn’t see the big guy until you nearly walked into him.

He saw you though. He shoved you back and you fell to the ground, hard. “Watch where you’re going, little brat.” The guy was big, huge, easily twelve feet tall, and he had gills on the side of his neck and a fish face. Beside him were two more normal guys, one with waves of water for hair and the other with fire. 

“Hey, she’s pretty cute,” said water guy, eyeing you up and down with pupils black as an abyss. The man with fire for hair nodded and fish-face’s eyes narrowed in a way you wouldn’t have thought possible. 

“Yeah,” he said, “she is. I wonder if she’d like to play.”

“N-no, thanks,” you stuttered out, your legs trembling as you tried to sidestep the trio, but one burning hot arm snatched your own and pulled you back.

“Don’t be rude. You’ll hurt Otho’s feelings,” said fire guy, nodding to fishface.

Fishface— Otho— nodded. “Yeah, I’ll think you don’t wanna play just because I’m ugly.”

“No!” you assured him. “I just need to get home. My parents. My parents will be very worried.”

Your wrist began to blister as fire guy’s grip tightened. “You can just tell them you were playing with your new friends. I bet they’ll be so happy, since you’re such a mean girl, that you have any friends at all.”

You shook your head but the trio just laughed.

“I know,” said the man with hair like water. “Let’s play Tag. We’ll all be it, and you, pretty girl, get to run from us. But if we catch you, we get to do whatever we want. Got it?”

It was the thinnest sliver of hope, but you gripped it tight to your chest. You nodded. “O-okay!”

Water guy slid his own icy hand down to replace his friend’s and when you looked down you saw it was made out of water. It burned with how cold it was in contrast to the blistered flesh, but you didn’t do more than whimper. “Whatever we want… or you forfeit. And you don’t wanna know what happens if you forfeit.”

You were good at hiding. There was no way they’d find you once they gave you a chance. You could just activate your camouflage and hide in a corner and—

“You got ten seconds,” said Waves. He released you. You spun on your foot and dove down the street, head whipping every which way to find a good spot where they’d be unlikely to trip over you.

You really should have figured they’d cheat.

“TEN!”

Lumbering footsteps sounded behind you and you made the ever-fatal mistake of looking back to find Fishface hot on your trail.

You ducked behind the nearest set of trashcans and activated camouflage as quickly as you could, hoping he was dumb enough to ignore that he didn’t see you come out.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have the memory of the goldfish he resembled. Your heart thudded so hard in your chest you were sure he could hear it. You wondered how good fish hearing was outside of water, how good his hearing was.

“She must have an invisibility Quirk or something.” Fire guy felt around the area as Waves and Fishaface blocked off your escapes. “Think she already slipped through?”

Shit. He was close. You kept still as he brushed your skin, hoping he thought it was the wall. 

“Can’t see for shit back here. Hold on.” He lit up his hand and your shirt caught on fire. 

You shrieked and backed into Waves, who gripped your shadowed silhouette tight, his wet hands quickly extinguishing the flame. He was laughing uproariously at your situation. “Looky what I caught. Not invisible after all.” You reached up to scratch him, but your nails slid through him like a hot knife through butter, your ink-like venom swirling in the water he’d turned his limb into. “Kitty has claws. I know how to deal with this.” He raised his hand and it became a tentacle of water as thick as your face. He aimed it straight as your mouth and you found yourself spluttering as water forced itself into yourways. You thrashed left and right, to no avail. The water moved with you. 

While you were distracted, Fireguy leaned in and murmured, “Remember our deal. You got caught. So we get to play with you now. Unless you forfeit?” You couldn’t breathe, let alone say anything, so he took that as agreement. “Good.” You were given a chance as air as he burned away your clothes, then the water was back. Times like this, you really wished your Quirk came with the ability to breathe underwater…

Your vision began to dim as you felt something breach you, a finger, maybe too. It was hard to tell. Then it ripped away, the water fell with a splat, and you collapsed, coughing until your lungs were empty.

You stared at your hands, trembling as you listened to the groans surrounding you, then heard a familiar voice ask, “You alright there, kid?”

Your hands flew to the burned remains of your shirt to hold it closed. You sniffled and met tired grey eyes as you clasped the dregs of your clothing around you. “Um, yeah,” you said with sniffle, water still trickling from your sinuses.

Your gaze flicked to the three men lying on the ground, all incapacitated by the hero. They looked pathetic, blood dripping from a lip there, eye swollen here, nose off center… Aizawa reached down to you where you still huddled on the ground. 

“Let’s get you outta here, hm?”

You nodded and took his hand. It was warm and rough and larger than your own. He easily helped you to your feet, wrapping an arm around your waist to assist your shaking legs with holding your weight.

“My place isn’t far. How about we go there? Hizashi will be happy to see you.”

Hizashi? Your mind was a bit slow on the uptake, but the name eventually connected in your mind: Present Mic, your former English instructor. You nodded. That sounded nice. Much better than going home and crying into your futon.

You favored him with a trembling smile. “Okay.”

Part 5 & 6

[freya-fallen]

Head Underwater 5 & 6

You had your phone out during class. Ooops. It's not like you were asking for someone to discover your dark fantasies about being kidnapped and abused (except, weren't you kinda?)

EraserMix x Former Student Reader

Part 1 & 2 Part 3 & 4

It had started raining by the time you arrived at the small house on the outskirts of the city. It was a far walk, much farther than your apartment, but you weren’t going to correct a hero who had so kindly saved you, so you trudged through the rain in your sodden, burnt clothing until you reached the cure little suburban house with its tall gate.

He led you through and into the house, which was locked with both a thumbprint and a passcode. Far more secure than your paltry keycard.

“SHOUTS! YOU’RE HOME EARL— hello.” Present Mic had come around the corner from their kitchen and into the entryway only to immediately halt when he took in your drenched form. 

He looked quite a bit different from the teacher you knew; instead of his hero uniform, he wore acid-washed jeans and a pale green buttondown over a grey undershirt. His glasses weren’t tinted, so his chartreuse eyes were clear to you. And his hair, usually gelled up in a fantastically strange do reminiscent of a cockatiel, was down around his shoulders. Something about it was familiar, but you couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

His cheeks were stained pink as he stared at you, his former student, then launched into action. “Oh, you poor thing. Look at you. You must be freezing.” He pulled you deeper into their domicile, past pictures of them at various points of their lives and various people, both celebrities and not, throwing a soft blanket around your shoulders as he shoved you toward their plush white couch. “What happened?” He took your hand in his, eyeing the burn that encircled your wrist. “You got caught by villains, didn’t you? I keep tellin’ ya, it’s not safe out there…”

The man took off, still prattling as he went down the hall. You felt dizzy as Mr. Aizawa came back into view, a towel around his shoulders and bemused expression across his face. “Hizashi is a worrier,” he explained.

“We will get that bandaged up for you, poor thing. I have some burn cream here. Do you have any other injuries?” Hizashi Yamada returned with a first aid kit in hand, eyeing you with his brows pinched. 

“I-I don’t think so,” you said, shrinking a little under his scrutiny.

The blond tutted. “Well, let’s take a look, then. The adrenaline of an attack coulda disguised the pain of another injury. Up,” he insisted, tugging the protection of the blanket away and leaving you there in your cold, wet clothes. 

“I, I really don’t—”

He was on you then, pushing your hair out of the way to inspect your neck, grabbing an arm to turn it in his grip (which caused you to wince and your own handhold on your clothes to waver), then he was inspecting your torso. “Looks like you got some nasty burns here. Take off your shirt.”

“Mister Yamada, I don’t think—”

“You certainly don’t, kitten,” came Aizawa’s sardonic voice from the chair where he sat watching the pair of you.

“I mean, the burns aren’t serious.” You purposely did not llook behind you at the man, your cheeks burning hotly with the accusation. 

“They could get infected,” replied your former teacher. “I’m not gonna let that happen, ya dig? Not when I can prevent it. Besides, this pretty skin of yours might scar, and that would be no good. You don’t want dirt like that leaving marks on you, do ya?”

The whole conversation was giving you a distinctly bad feeling, almost as bad as being cornered by the trio had. You put on a brave face. “I don’t mind a few scars,” you said.

“Well, I do,” Yamada responded. “‘Specially when I didn’t put them there. So you’re gonna be a good girl and let me take care of these burns, okay?”

You felt like a child as you gazed up into his toothy smile, letting him seat you once more on the sofa and guide your arms to your side so he could see the line of red down your stomach and chest. “There we go. Look at that blister. Ooof. Damn fire quirks, always such a pain in the ass to deal with.”

You jerked away when he slid the material over a nipple, instantly covering yourself with a hand. 

Yamada swatted your hand but you glared at him in response.

“Don’t be difficult, kitten. It’s nothing we haven’t seen before,” Aizawa piped up.

“Excuse me if I don’t want my former teachers seeing me naked,” you snarked at him.

His mouth formed a straight line and he stood, slowly striding to loom over you. “Didn’t seem to bother you before.”

“Of course, it bothers me,” you replied, flabbergasted by this treatment. Aizawa’s capture cloth darted out and entangled your wrist, pulling it away from your chest. 

“You always seem to like showin’ off when I ask,” your former teacher said teasingly.

You shook your head. You felt like they were being purposely obtuse. “I never—”

“Geez, I didn’t think you were this dense,” said the other man. “Here you are, alone with us in our home, your phone not going off constantly for once. One of us has dark hair, the other’s a blond. We’re married. We’re the right age. Starting to catch on yet, sweetheart?”

You stared at the bitter-voiced man, your brows furrowed and your mouth agape as you listened to him lay out all these pieces. Realizing that you must look somewhat like a fish, your jaw clicked shut. You bit your bottom lip and thought.

Surely, he wasn’t implying what you thought he was implying. No, because that would have been absurd. 

“You’re teachers,” you said as though that fact alone could counter everything he was saying. 

Aizawa nodded as his husband spread a salve over another blister. You hissed, having forgotten about the reason you were topless to begin with. “How do you think I found you? Coincidence?”

You shook your head in denial.

“You were on your phone during class and I got curious when I saw how many notifications you missed. Now, I thought, what was so important that a supposedly intelligent teenage girl wouldn’t look away from her phone for an hour?”

You kept shaking your head. 

Hizashi stopped what he was doing to watch your face, how the blood had drained to leave your cheeks ashen, the way your eyes had widened impossibly around your irises. 

“It started right after Shou took over third period for the day, remember?”

“No,” you said a little too quickly. “No, I don’t remember.”

“You should,” said the dark man. “We both remember far too well. It was way too easy to guess your passcode, ya know. Your birthday?”

“Tsk. I thought you were smarter than that.”

You hung your head in shame and embarrassment and confusion. It still didn’t seem quite real for you, that these two were the ones you were talking to this last year. 

“We’re gonna have to punish you for that,” said Mr. Aizawa. “Gonna have to punish you for quite a bit, actually, including going out today when you should have just checked your schedule online. Shouldn’t you?”

You glanced between the two men. At your silence, Mr. Yamada grabbed your chin. “Shouta asked you a question, sweet pea.”

They were messing with you. Clearly, they were messing with you. “You wouldn’t— not with a student,” you implored.

The grip on your chin tightened. “You think so?” His eyes were cold, distant, not the eyes of the teacher you had known and liked, the one who had written a referral letter for your college admittance.

“Sweetheart, we most certainly would. We will.”

“You’re messing with me. To teach me a lesson about talking to strangers on the internet,” you said in warbling, shaking voice. You gave a half laugh. “Okay, I get it.”

Your eyes filled with tears as Aizawa shook his head, one of his rough, warm hands rising to your shoulder. He brushed the damp cloth from your shoulder and you tightened your arms around yourself. “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes, hm?”

“I-I’m fine,” you insisted, leaning away from him, but he gripped your shoulder.

“Nonsense, cutie, we don’t want ya to catch a cold.” Mr. Yamada ripped the remainder of your shirt from your torso and you squeaked, thrashing in an effort to move away. “There, now the rest, unless you want us to do it for you?”

You stared at them with wide eyes. “You want me to—

Aizawa stood up beside his husband, arms crossed. “Strip.”

“This is taking it too far,” you replied.

Their expressions hardened. They exchanged a glance and darted for you, each grabbing a leg as they worked your jeans down your body. You seethed and shook and reached down to claw at Aizawa’s face, but he caught you just in time.

His free hand flew at your cheek and your head bounced against the soft cushion. “You will not use your venom on us, do you understand?” When you didn’t respond, his fingers tangled in your hair and he barked, “Do you understand?” his nose almost touching yours.

You swallowed through the terror in your throat as you finally let yourself realize they were not playing a game. “I understand, sir.”

6

The room was six feet wide by six feet long. You sat on a mattress that took up the majority of the room, naked except for the blanket you’d graciously been allowed to take down with you. It kept you warm in the plain concrete room in the basement. If only the room was also attached to the bathroom.

You’d been allowed to go right before being locked away; the bathroom was across from the shoebox room, toilet, sink, shower barely large enough to fit a person. Then you’d been shoved away in the dingy room with its singular lightbulb, and that was it.

The two men had put you away shortly after you told Mr. Aizawa you understood, his hand on your nape guiding you to the room, and then you’d been left alone.

You hadn’t seen the pair of them grab hands once you were out of sight, joyfully exchanging smiles.

“She’s here, she’s actually here,” Hizashi had said, while Shouta had laughed and shaken his head in disbelief.

“Not so loud. We don’t want her to know how excited we are.” 

“Right, right.” They’d gone up the stairs and into the main house to properly celebrate. 

Meanwhile, you eventually fell asleep. It was hard not to when all you were left with was your thoughts and the plain cement walls and ceiling and floor, the texture of the bare mattress, the plaid pattern of the blanket.

Your thoughts kept circling around to blame you, how this was your fault. They’d even agreed. Why had you been idiotic enough to put all that on Discord, where anyone could find you? Sure, you’d counted on the anonymity of the internet, but you’d made it easy enough for your own teachers to hunt you down.

You never knew who was a predator, hadn’t society made that clear by now? It was a big part of the #MeToo movement and the whole backlash of #NotAllMen. No, not all men, but how could anyone tell which ones? It could be your friend’s father, your cousin or an uncle, or your neighbor. It could be… a teacher. Your teacher. And you’d been careless enough to make yourself an easy victim.

You curled up, activating your camouflage so you blended into the blanket, and cried yourself to sleep.

Pain flared through your ribs, spiking again when you took a breath. Red rippled along your skin as you backed toward the wall, but a hand wrapped in your hair held you in place.

“Did I say you could go anywhere. And drop the camo. It doesn’t work in this small of a space, dumbass.”

The words burned at you, spurring tears from humiliation and pain. You didn’t bother explaining you’d activated to comfort yourself; there was no way that would appease the dark man no glowering over you, if he even believed you.

Briefly, you considered using your venom again. It would make him sluggish, perhaps giving you a chance to escape. However, the thought left as soon as it entered your mind. He’d slapped you when you tried before, and he was wearing his capture cloth. You doubted you could compete with a pro hero’s agility. Besides, you’d seen the system they had locking you down here. You couldn’t get out of the basement without one of them.

Your body returned to its normal hues and Aizawa hummed in seeming satisfaction.

“Better. Don’t pull that shit again. We prefer your normal appearance.” When you didn’t respond, he shook you.

“Yes, sir,” you said mechanically.

“Now, sweetheart, you know that’s not what I like to be called.” He knelt, manipulating your head so you couldn’t avoid his gaze, fist still in your hair. “Try again.”

You didn’t want to say it. Your tongue felt heavy and dumb. You couldn’t say it. Your cheeks were burning at even the thought.

He lifted a brow. “Are you gonna make me punish you already?”

“No! Please don’t,” you said, voice small.

“Then be a good girl. You know what I want you to call me, don’t you?” he replied, though it was less of a question and more of a statement of fact. You’d teased him with the title before, after all. It was just so much more embarrassing saying it out loud. 

“Y-yes, daddy.”

“There’s my good girl.” The fist in your hair softened to massage your scalp. “I knew you could do it, baby girl. You’re gonna keep being a good girl for me, right?”

You nodded solemnly, adding another plaintive, “Yes, daddy,” when you saw his tired eyes narrow. 

“That’s right, because this is exactly what you need, isn’t it? You’re right where you belong now.” He pulled you to his chest and you took in the scent of him, reminiscent of cedar and ocean and night all mixing together. He was warm and it was so tempting to fall into him and weep, but you refrained, trembling and afraid of what might happen if you gave in even the slightest sliver. “Hizashi and I are gonna take such good care of you, baby.” He inhaled against your throat and you felt the tickle of his scruff, the softness of his lips. “Keep being a good girl, and training will be over before you know it.”

“Tr-training?” Your voice was high, nervous with the word.

“Of course.” His hands slid down your sides. “You have to be trained. Any good sex slave needs to know what’s expected of her.”

It was like cold water had been thrown over you. He hadn’t said until now why’d he brought you home and shoved you in his basement. You could have imagined it was still to teach you a lesson, albeit in a somewhat convoluted way. It seemed he wasn’t going to let you have your delusions though. No, he was going to be forthright with everything.

Your face drained of blood and you felt lightheaded. Your heartrate picked up, your palms began to sweat. You were going to have a panic attack.

“I know what’s wrong. You’re upset because I took you away from the fun you were having with those boys.” Aizawa tutted. “Kitten, they were inexperienced little punks. They’d have harmed you more than needed for play. But don’t worry, daddy will give you what you crave.” With that, his hands disappeared from you and you heard the sounds of a belt unbuckling.

You scurried back on the mattress, until you pressed against the wall. 

“Kitten, don’t be difficult,” said the man, grabbing one ankle and dragging you back toward him. You flailed, pulling the blanket with you and wrapping it around yourself as though it could shield you. He tore it from your hands, his capture cloth wrapping around your wrists pulling them firmly in front of you. “Be a good girl and maybe I’ll give you a bubble bath after, won’t that be nice?” You dove forward as he tried placing you his lap— which you steadfastly refused to look at— be between your bound wrist and his stronger body, he easily maneuvered you in place, kicking your legs apart.

You felt him then, felt his erection against you as he nudged it against your entrance. 

“Aw, kitten, you’re wet. See? Daddy you knew you just needed some cock to help you feel better.”

You clawed at the air and kicked at the mattress. “Please— no— don’t!” And then he was pushing inside, his thick head splitting you open despite any wetness gathered. You could hear him groaning behind you, the shifts of his body as he worked to further breach your walls.

It hurt.

“Aww, kitten, don’t cry.” He kissed your cheek. “I’m so proud of you, saving yourself for us.” A rough thumb wiped away your tears while his other arm curled around your waist to lift you and slam you back down. 

You choked on the heaviness of your own tongue. It felt like he was splitting you in two.  And while you had little real experience with sex, you thought he had to be thicker than average. There was no way the dick sawing you open was normal.

One of his hands plucked at your nipples, pawed at your breasts, before settling around your throat. “You feel so good, kitten, so tight.” His voice was strained as he kept pounding up into you, bringing down your body with a grip so hard you were sure you’d have bruises along your hip bones tomorrow.

You sobbed, digging your nails into your palms as the pain coiled up inside you, making you tighten further around the man. You thought you were going to burn up from the sensations he was causing to course throughyour blood stream. It was horrible, especially when the hand around your throat gripped harder, cutting off the supply of blood to your brain.

Your vision dotted, sparked, and the pleasure fissured along your heavy limbs. You were going to pass out this way, you thought, your miund beginning to float as the edges of the world grew dim.

Then his grip became lax and you took a breath, and your world exploded.

“That’s it.” Aizawa was murmuring into your ear, his breath hot as your body went slack. “Milk me dry, such a good girl, let daddy breed this pretty pussy. Ah, fuck.”

You were all tingly and spasming with pleasure as finished inside you, then laid so he was spooning you on the mattress. You started to get cold, shivered, so he wrapped his limbs around you. He was warm.

He planted a kiss on your cheek. “See? It’s not so bad, is it?”

You stared at the blank cement wall, unsure of what to say.

Part 7 & 8

[freya-fallen]

Head Underwater 19 & 20

You had your phone out during class. Ooops. It's not like you were asking for someone to discover your dark fantasies about being kidnapped and abused (except, weren't you kinda?)

EraserMix x Former Student Reader

Part 1 Part 17 & 18

“Well, now it has.” The man did not look at all amused by your attitude on the matter, but you didn’t care. Your reproductive autonomy was a little more important than whatever punishment he might dole out.

“I would like a say in how many children I deliver,” you said evenly. You weren’t unreasonable; you just wanted it to be a conversation, like, “Do you want children? How many can you see yourself having?”

“As long as the minimum is two,” Shouta responded, “we’re open to negotiating more.”

“What if I hate being pregnant?” you retort.

“Then you only have to do it twice,” he replied.

Your eyes narrowed. “What if I get pregnant with twins on the first try?”

“We each want at least one biological child. That is not up for discussion,” he said.

Oh, how you wanted to snap at him, to drag your venom-laced claws across his face and see his smug expression then. This was your body they he was so casually offering up, and you had no say. 

Before you could let out something that you might regret, Hizashi spoke up, somehow the voice of reason.

“This ain’t something we’re looking at for another decade, babygirl. We can wait and talk about it when things are more settled.” He glanced between the pair of you and you thought about it for a moment, then nodded slowly. If it was truly so far off, then you could wait, think about what you wanted, and work toward that when the time came. 

You hadn’t really thought about it before, and being confronted in such a sudden, unique fashion had put you on the defensive. It had almost started a fight between you and Shouta, which would have been terrible. You glanced over at the man to see him watching you expectantly.

Your face heated and you murmured, “Sorry, daddy.”

He smirked and reached over to pet you. “It’s alright, kitten. Like Hizashi said, we have plenty of time to work all that out in the future.”

You nodded and sat awkwardly, suddenly fully aware of the cum dripping out of your vagina. “Can I go get cleaned up?”

“Sure,” said Shouta, and you stood and went to the bathroom.

As you washed up, you thought about how strange your life had become, and how little you knew of what they had planned for your future. Perhaps you should ask, see whether you’d someday be allowed to do the things a typical mother might, like go to the grocery store or take a kid to appointments?

It was difficult to imagine they would raise a child with you occasionally going to the basement for punishments or on nights when they felt they wanted to be alone, but you supposed anything was possible.

Your days continued much like before with the only difference being that sometimes Shinsou was there. It was like he didn’t have a home to go to with how often it seemed he lurked about, and you soon became used to him involved in the workings of the household.

Whenever Shouta and Hizashi had to work, it made it easier on you; you had someone at home while they patrolled, keeping you company.

“I just wish I had something to do,” you bemoaned one day. “I miss having a reason to get up in the morning, even if it was only to do homework.”

Shinsou was staring out at the plain green yard when you spoke, then he turned those violet eyes onto you. “What kinds of hobbies did you have before?”

“Not much,” you admitted. “Mostly studying. But I’d like a hobby now, I think.”

He hummed and turned back to the yard.

When Shouta and Hizashi came home, he talked to them, the three of them occasionally glancing your way as they spoke. Finally, Shouta nodded and Hizashi clapped the teen on the back, then the men came and greeted you.

The next day was the weekend, and it brought with it something unusual. When Hizashi returned from the grocer, he carried with him gardening magazines, all of which he threw down in front of you.

“We thought it’d be nice if you spruced up the yard some, made it a real garden, ya dig? It’s too big just to sit an empty lawn.”

You grabbed one of the magazines, which had a koi pond on the front, and paged through it. “I’m allowed outside?” you asked him.

He nodded. “Ya can’t get out the gate without one of us, so why not? Just make a list of what ya need and we’ll help with any labor when we’re not workin’.” 

“Really?” You’d never had an interest in gardening, but the idea of being outside in the sunshine was wonderful. He nodded and you smile beatifically at him, then fetched a pen and notepad to start writing down ideas.

The yard was big, encircling the house with the gate, with plenty of space for a koi pond with a bridge over it, trees for shade, a gazebo, and anything else you might want. Maybe you could manufacture a stream to go into the pond, too. It’d make a nice little babbling sound to read beside. You could also have an outdoor kitchen area for grilling, Hizashi would enjoy that, and if it was shaded, Hitoshi and Shouta would join as well. 

You daydreamed as you drew out the spacing of everything. There were so many possibilities. Perhaps in front of the house you could have a small rose garden, bushes lining the front of the house and the walkway leading up. Hedges could create an illusion of separation between the front and the back. 

You spent hours pouring over types of plants, learning about pavement and paving stones, and filtration systems. 

The men found your dedication adorable as you outlined, trashed, learned more, and outlined all of your plans. You wanted a trellis, you wanted roses, you wanted orchids— no, orchids were much too temperamental. You wanted lillies for the koi pond. 

“Let us know when you wanna start making those plans a reality, baby,” Hizashi told you.

“I don’t want to mess it up,” you admitted, paging through a new magazine. “There’s so much to learn.”

Shouta chuckled. “You can always change things as you learn, babygirl.”

So you began with the roses, tea roses in classic red on either side of the door. You planted them on a Saturday.

On Sunday, you were uprooted again.

20

You were working on your roses when you heard a whistle behind you. “That’s quite the sight, kitten.” You turned to find the two heroes standing there. It was far earlier than they usually got home. In fact, by nows it would be Hitoshi coming back to the house and you’d prepare dinner for the two of you, placing food for Shouta and Hizashi in the fridge to heat up later.

Hizashi smiled at you and waved for you to follow them inside. “C’mon. We gotta talk about somethin’.” 

Your heart was instantly in your throat as you pulled off your gardening gloves and followed them inside, gathering your tools to place in your little bucket that usually hung by the door.

Once you’d washed your hands and face free of dirt, you joined the two men in the living area, sitting primly in your gardening clothes. It was a privilege to wear so much, and you would normallyhave changed once they got hom, but they were waiting on you. 

“We’re gonna need to pack up and leave the house for a while, kitten.”

Panic instantly overtook you. Were they leaving you? Were you going to be alone? “But—”

“You’re coming with,” Hizashi assured you as he saw the anxiety welling beneath the surface. You instantly calmed. “It’s just, we’re using UA as a shelter for students, families, and even some civilians. Tehy want us to all move on campus now.”

“Am I allowed?” you asked shyly.

Shouta nodded. “We’ve already talked to Nedzu about it. He’s approved you living with us. He knows we’re kind of a package deal now.” He reached out and squeezed your hand. “We’ll have to update the rules to reflect the situation, but don’t worry, sweetheart. We aren’t leaving you behind.”

You breathed deeply in relief, grateful that you’d be with them rather than left behind. “Why are we living on campus? Is it that dangerous out there now?”

It had gotten bad when you were living out in the world before, but you hadn’t thought it was so terrible they’d move people onto the UA campus.

Hizashi and Shouta exchanged a glance. “More and more heroes are backing out. Only a few of us are doing our jobs anymore, and it isn’t like we’re getting paid to do it. Villains are living in the open. The League is pretty much running rampant,” said Shouta. “It’s terrible out there. We brought you home just in time.”

You swallowed thickly at that, not sure how the statement should make you feel.

“Anyway, we’re gonna pack up and head out tonight. We have a cute little place on campus, two bedroom. We spent the last week getting the second room ready for you just in case there are problems,” said Hizashi.

Frowning, you asked, “What do you mean by that?”

“In case you’re a bad girl. Gotta make sure we have a place to punish ya!”

“Oh.” You’d been well-behaved for so long, things had been going so perfectly, that you’d forgotten about that aspect of your captivity. In fact, it didn’t feel like captivity at all. It felt like something else.

Perhaps…

“I could see about staying with my family if things are too dangerous here,” you speculated, and both men froze.

“You want to leave us?” Shouta asked slowly.

You shook your head. “No! It’s be temporary, just until things settle down here, I mean.”

His hand snapped out to encircle one of your wrists. “We’ve taken good care of you, haven’t we? So why would you think about escaping us now? When you’re doing so well?”

“I just meant—”

“Are you unhappy here, sweet pea?” Hizashi asked, his usually joyful expression set in a pout. “Did we do somethin’ wrong?”

“No!” you tried to assuage them.

“Then why would you want to go to a family that doesn’t care about you?” Shouta demanded.

“I didn’t… I don’t…”

“Then why mention it?”

You fell silent, realizing there was no way out of this mistake except to apologize. “I’m sorry. It was a stupid thought. I don’t want to leave you.”

Shouta studied your face with narrowed eyes, then nodded, though he didn’t seem quite convinced.

To be honest, you weren’t sure you wanted to live on UA’s campus and even more under their scrutiny, but you also felt a ping of sadness at the idea of being without them. They were too ingrained in you by now. 

Hizashi stood to grab suitcases. Once he had a small one for you, he gestured that you follow him to the closet. “Pack the usual, but also comfy shirts. If we have unexpected guests, you’ll need to throw one on.”

You nodded and started to pack what you usually wore into the bag, folding neatly to make sure it all fit. You wanted plenty of options because each of the guys had their own preferences: Shouta liked you in long socks and lacy boyshorts, occasionally one of his shirts; Hizashi preferred nothing, but enjoyed thongs and bra sets; Hitoshi liked lingerie like babydolls and slips. It meant you needed a bit of all of the above.

You also got to wear comfy loungewear when you had breakthrough periods, so you packed a few sets of soft shorts and sweats as well. 

Anything else they wanted for you, they’d have to pack themselves, so you zipped up the small suitcase and called it done. 

The majority of what the men wore was their hero uniforms, so that was them mostly sorted, then they needed changes of underwear, socks, and undershirts, and pyjamas. 

You watched as Hizashi went into the bathroom to get all the soaps. “I mean, we have extras at the apartment, but I wanna get your lotion. You always smell so good, babygirl. And I don’t know how long we’ll be there, so extra changes are never a bad thing,” he calls to you from the en suite. 

Once he came out with the shower bag filled, he stoodthere with a hand on his hip and inspected you. “You ready to go, babe?”

You nodded and hoisted up your bag.

He laughed. “Nah, I got that, sweet thang. You just follow me out to the car.” His expression flattened. “And don’t try anything.

[freya-fallen]

Head Underwater 9 & 10

You had your phone out during class. Ooops. It's not like you were asking for someone to discover your dark fantasies about being kidnapped and abused (except, weren't you kinda?)

EraserMix x Former Student Reader

Part 1& 2 Part 7 & 8

CWs: punishment, spit as lube, daddy kink, PIV

After that, they mostly left you alone, except to feed and water you twice a day, as well as take you to use the toilet. Every other day or so one of them would use you, mouth or pussy, to relieve himself of stress.

You weren’t allowed clothes, weren’t allowed a shower, weren’t allowed anything other than the blanket and the stained mattress and your own thoughts for company.

They played that same loop, the one that would run through the list of things you regretted saying and doing, how you regretted ever talking to them online, let alone the things you’d said to them. You’d trusted them with fantasies that you couldn’t speak out loud, that you had never told anyone, and this cruelty was how they repaid you (with what you’d told them you wanted).

They had betrayed you in the worst way possible as friends, as former teachers, as heroes. This was all their fault (but the things you’d said…), and if you ever got out, you would tell the world.

Surely, people would understand that you were just a dumb kid when you told them all those things. They’d understand that these men took advantage of you, you were blameless (were you really?).

Sometimes they’d leave you in darkness, not that it was much different than light in that grey world with its white mattress. You were the only thing with any color to you, and even that was monotonous, familiar. 

There was nothing to take your mind off the situation other than the two meals per day, other than the scant attention you got when one of the men was pumping inside you, when they called you a good girl for taking them. You were going to go crazy like this.

You’d been there for at least a week when Aizawa came down seeming restless. He stared at you for long moments while you just sat, unsure of what to do. Had you done something wrong and not realized it? Was he tired of you, regretting his choice?

He sighed heavily and sat on the edge of the mattress. “Over my lap, babygirl.”

This was something different. Normally he’d have you lie down or get on your knees. You scurried over to him and he pulled you down with your stomach on his legs and your ass up. You felt his hands against you as he loosened something— his belt— and tugged it free. Too late, you realized what was coming, then the first crack of the belt hit you and shrieked.

“Shush, it’s not that bad,” the man said, laying his free arm over your back to hold you in place. You thrashed as another blow came, not fighting, just unable to stay still.

Why? Why was he doing this? What had you done to earn a punishment? 

Your mind raced as the blows came one after another, each overlapping the last so that your ass was on fire. It hurt like nothing else, sharp and sweet and horrible. You imagined it was bruising to the bone, stripping your flesh from you.

“I’m sorry!” you cried out desperately. “Daddy, please, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” You were sobbing, great pathetic sobs as you finally gave in, your body accepting the situation and falling slack as it received its beating.

Aizawa kept going, the belt lancing new welts to rise across your skin. 

You whimpered, the occasional, “Sorry, I’m sorry, daddy,” spilling from your lips.

When he stopped, you didn’t even register it at first. It stung even then.

“What are you sorry for, kitten?” His voice was so expectant, so patient, like he’d been waiting for your confession.

Your mind latched onto the first thing it could grasp. “I’m sorry I was blaming you and Hizashi.”

“Yeah?” He huffed like he was amused. “And?”

“And?” What else did he want? You were getting panicked. “I’m sorry for being ungrateful?”

His warm, heavy hand stroked down your back. “There it is. Good girl. That’s exactly what I want to hear. Good girl, princess.”

You’d done something right. Somehow, Aizawa had known you were holding onto the resentment for them taking you, and he’d decided to punish you for it.

“Whose fault is it?” he asked, that patient tone still layered thickly in his voice.

You didn’t want to say it. You knew it would change everything if you admitted this, but he pulled you up to sit on his lap. You winced when your ass made contact with his black trousers, but he paid it no mind.

“Whose fault is it, kitten? Whose fault is it that you’re here now?” He tipped your tear-stained chin up so you’d meet his eyes much as you didn’t want. 

“Mine,” you croaked, and burst into fresh tears. 

He wrapped his arms around you. “That’s right, sweetheart.” He kissed your forehead. “Hizashi and I only want to take care of you the way you need to be taken care of. You understand that now, right?”

You nodded.

“It’s better we take care of you than some villain find you. You’re such a sweet, vulnerable girl, and we’ll take good care of you. You’ll be safe and loved with us.”

Your eyes widened when you heard those last words. “You love me?”

Aizawa chuckled. “Of course we do, kitten. You think we’d kidnap just any girl off the street? No, it was you. We never even entertained the idea until we met you. You’re special.”

“I am?” You felt strangely light, warmth spreading throughout you now, suffusing you with a weakness that ordinarily you’d associate with heaviness. 

“Yes. You’re very special to us. We love you and we want you to be with us forever,” he murmured, kissing your forehead. After a moment, he adjusted so he was holding you bridal style and he rose to his feet. With a groan. “Not as young as I used to be. Now, how about we get you a shower, hm?”

A shower sounded like the most perfect idea in the world.

10

The door opened to reveal an eager Hizashi. He knelt by you, a plastic bag in hand. “Brought somethin’ for ya, sweet pea.” The bag was shoved into your arms and you opened it to find a lacy pair of boy shorts in black and house slippers. 

You frowned at the blond, wondering if this was supposed to be a privilege. Then again, you’d been given nothing else to wear in the two (?) weeks you’d been there. It was an indication something had changed. 

“Go ahead, put ‘em on. Then we can go upstairs.”

“Upstairs?” The word was spoken like a prayer. You hadn’t dared even think about going up there in ages. It was a magical place that only existed in theory now. 

Hizashi chuckled at your wide-eyed wonder, patted your head. “Sure. You’ve been such a good girl lately, you deserve a reward.”

You hurriedly pulled on the underwear and the house slippers, flexing your toes in their confines. It felt weird to be wearing something after all this time, even though it was so little. You slung one arm across your chest, holding your opposite arm, suddenly nervous.

“Ya ready, honey?” You nodded. Hizashi stood and offered you a hand, which you reluctantly took. His thumbprint opened the door and he guided you up the stairs and toward the intercom system. “We’re ready, Shou,” he spoke into the device.

“Copy.” A buzzing filled your ears and then there was a click, and Hizashi opened the door and stepped into the light. He reached back to pulled you in behind him.

It was a kitchen you found yourself in. There was a breakfast nook to the left and all of the appliances were white and clean, cabinetry pale wood, counters white stone, and the walls a quaint antique yellow. It was cute, large enough for any basic family needs, but also nice, up-to-date.

To the right you could see living space, while right by the breakfast nook was a sliding glass door out to the yard. 

You stepped hesitantly onto the white tile and gazed around at the plain walls of the kitchen, gazed out the windows at the green of the lawn and the high fence that surrounded it.

“Ya wanna look around a little?” Hizashi asked. You nodded and he took you by the arm to direct you through the house.

The living room and formal dining area were more decorated than the kitchen had been. There was a glass table with an artistic candle centerpiece on a black, red, and white rug.

There were black leather couches in the sitting area, roughly surrounding a large television. Albums were hung on the wall as art behind the largest sofa, and on the side with the television, there were pictures mounted on glass shelves. Many of them were of classes beside one teacher or the other, some were them with individual heroes. You stepped away from Hizashi, noticing one picture in particular: it was you. You remembered taking it on the day you graduated. You had come over to speak to him, to thank him since his recommendation letter was one that helped you get into your school of choice, and your mother had told you to turn to her. You weren’t aware he’d asked for a copy.

“Had to make sure to get that,” he murmured against your hair. “You were so eager to come thank me, such a good girl.” He squeezed your side before releasing you to allow you to walk around more.

The entry way was filled with more pictures, and you noticed yourself in more of them. Though some were school photos, others were candid shots you had no idea about. It sent goosebumps down your spine to see your face mixed in among their own. 

You turned down a hallway to find open doors, two plain bedrooms with minimal decor, a washroom between them, and then a closed door at the end. “That’s our bedroom.” Hizashi entered a code into a pad on the side of the door and it unlocks. You thought it was a bit overkill for a bedroom, but you were a captive, so what did you know. 

The bedroom matches the living area, all black and red, the bed with attachment points you recognize quite clearly, a fucking built-in-cage under the bed itself. You backed away, toward the door, but Hizashi’s body blocked the way.

The moment you made contact with him, a door (presumably to the en suite by the way steam rolled outward) opened and Aizawa exited into the room. His dark hair was loose and wet, his body was slick, a black towel wrapped around his hips. He lifted a brow and smirked when he caught you watching him. “See something you like?”

You turned your head aside, face flaring hot.

Aizawa chuckled and strutted toward you until you were sandwiched between the two men. “Are you enjoying being upstairs, sweetheart?”

You knew what was expected of you by now. “Yes, daddy. Thank you.” You knew how much he cared about good manners, so you made sure to show deference and gratefulness for everything now.

His big hand stroked the top of your head. “Good girl. Come sit down with me.” He laid a hand on your waist, guiding you to the bed, and you sat so close your knees touched. “You’d like to be up here more, wouldn’t you?”

You nodded, wondering what that would entail. 

“That can happen,” said Hizashi, standing behind you and rubbing your shoulders.

“In fact, we’d like to get to the point that you can be up here all the time, no need to go to the basement at all. But we need to be able to trust you.” Aizawa took one of your hands in his, running his thumbs along the back. “Can we trust you, kitten?”

You nodded again. “Yes, you can trust me, daddy,” you assured him. “I’ll be good.”

The man exchanged a glance. “Even when we’re gone and you’re alone?” 

“Yes,” you promised.

“We’ll have to start slowly,” said Aizawa. “With you up here while one or both of us are home first. Okay, babygirl?”

“Okay.”

He reached out to cup your cheek and you nuzzled into it. It was warm, calloused, familiar by now. ”I knew you’d be perfect. My sweet, submissive girl. You like being a good girl for me, don’t you?” You were hypnotized by the soothing tone he used, by the adoration in his gaze. Never had you thought anyone would look at you that way, and now, as you turned toward Hizashi, you found both men enraptured by you. 

“She really is. She takes everything we give her so well.” Hizashi pressed a kiss to your throat. “Maybe we should give her some more right now.”

“I think that’s an excellent idea, Hizashi.”

You were laid on the bed, the slippers relegated to the floor and your lacy boy shorts tugged from your hips. Shouta settled himself there, nudging your legs apart while Hizashi slipped in behind you, fondling your breasts. 

The dark-haired man eased two fingers into you, scissoring them to prepare you for him. Sometimes he’d push in without this, and it was astonishing the difference it made to your body. He spat into his palm and wetted his head, then pushed in, stretching you around his thickness.

You hissed and tensed.

“Relax, babe, you can take him,” Hizashi murmured, planting kisses and love bites along your throat. “You look so pretty this way, stretching around his cock.” He tweaked a nipple and you moaned.

Shouta thrusted until he was sheathed inside you, his hips rolling against yours. It burned, the stretch of him, but it also felt good. They’d spent the two weeks of your captivity ensuring you would enjoy their ministrations, and you did. “Kitten is practically purring on daddy’s cock. That’s a good girl.” He gripped your hips and began a brutal pace.

Hizashi slid lower and you heard him suck one of his own fingers, then he slipped his hand down and you felt it between the two of you. He was fisting his cock, jerking off in time to his husband’s thrusts. “Fuck this is so hot. Can’t wait until we can both fit down there. Gonna train you up into the perfect little slut,” he muttered.  He continued sucking marks onto your throat, interspersing them with tongue and tooth while you writhed.

You were being devoured at both ends, the pair of them eating you alive. And you were enjoying it. You were already building up to an orgasm, tightening around Shouta, who drove into you faster. 

The slap of flesh on flesh filled your ears, the scents of sweat and sex mingling in the air. Tears filled your eyes.

“Look so pretty when you cry,” Shouta growled out, reaching forward to grasp your throat. Once more, he was choking you. Your vision sparked and you wrapped your legs weakly around his hips.

“Please,” you whimpered, your mouth hardly able to form the word from the pressure building up.

“Cum for us, baby,” Hizashi moaned against you. 

Your body shook as you approached the precipice. You were going to tear apart from them driving into you, using you between them this way. It was everything you’d ever dreamt of and more. 

When you came, the men weren’t far behind, as though your fluttering walls and your pathetic moans were enough to drive them over the edge as well. You felt something hot and wet splatter against your lower back as Shouta pulsed inside you.

“You’re so perfect,” Hizashi reiterated, kissing your shoulder.

Part 11 & 12

[freya-fallen]

Head Underwater 15 & 16

You had your phone out during class. Ooops. It's not like you were asking for someone to discover your dark fantasies about being kidnapped and abused (except, weren't you kinda?)

EraserMix x Former Student Reader (and Shinsou)

TW: punishment

Part 1 & 2 Part 13 & 14

The rest of the day was relatively quiet. You watched television with Shinsou, talked a little about life. Now and then you’d see him on his phone and wonder what he was doing, but he never told you, so you tried to ignore it. 

Around midnight, he locked you in the room and bade you goodnight. “See ya in the morning, kitten.”

“Goodnight,” you replied before curling up under the covers.

You slept well enough, though the bed was too cold without the men in it, too large, too empty, and the room was eerie with the light through the thick curtains. 

When you woke, it was to the mattress dipping beside you and a hand cupping your cheek. You nuzzled into it automatically, but the scent alerted you that something was off. The scent was something with vanilla and salt, like potato chips, and Old Spice, not a brand either of your guys wore. So your eyes batted open to find Shinsou sitting there beside you. “Time to get up,” he said.”

You groaned and rubbed the sand from your eyes, sitting up in the bed. A brief stretch, and you headed to the closet, but Shinsou made a sound that stopped you in your tracks. 

“I have your clothes for the day here.”

Your eyes narrowed and flicked to the foot of the bed where he gestured. There was a black babydoll and thong, black thigh highs. 

“No, thanks. I have permission to wear real clothes right now.” You turned back toward the closet, but he grabbed your forearm and spun you around. 

“And I have permission to tell you what to do. I say you wear this.”

“I’m not gonna wear lingerie just because you wanna perv out,” you snapped.

“Do you want to get punished again?” It was a warning and a promise. His gaze nearly sparkled as he said it.

You weighed your options. Would he really punish you for not wearing his choice of clothes?

Probably.

You sighed, glanced down at the raised lines still decorating your skin, and slumped toward the bed to slip into the black lingerie set, much to his satisfaction.

When you were finished dressing, you sat grumpily on the couch while he heated up some oatmeal for the pair of you to eat. You spooned it around the bowl, occasionally eating a bite, but not too keen otherwise, until it was cold and lumpy and you could excuse yourself from eating the remainder. Then you turned on a sitcom and zoned out.

Around lunch time, Shinsou called you into the kitchen. He had out a head of lettuce and some vegetables. “I was wondering if you’d help me with this salad.”

“Sure,” you replied, glancing around to see what needed to be done.

He approached you from behind and you felt him flick the thong to the side.

“What are you doing?” 

His forearm braced your back against the counter. “Stay like this.”

You tried to look behind yourself but you couldn’t see. Then you felt something cold nudge at your lips. “What are you doing?!?” Your voice was pitched higher with panic.

“Marinading this cucumber, now be a good girl.” He slowly eased it into you, the cold fruit thick and uncomfortable as it stretched you.

You thrashed, but Shinsou pushed on your back to hold you in place and you couldn’t get a good angle to push him away. He thrusted it in and out slowly until he could get all but what he gripped in his fingers inside, and you whimpered. Already, it was warming to your body temperature.

“There you go, good girl.”

“I said, no!” you argued, but he tutted.

“I’m not fucking you,” he replied, continuing a slow, cruel pace that had your body steadily growing needier. Your legs shook. “Do you want something?”

“Fuck you.”

“If you’ve changed your mind…” He pulled out the cucumber and set it aside, lifing you over his shoulder.

You kicked at him. “Shinsou, wait, no! I didn’t mean it like that and you know it.” He threw you on the bed and you bounced on the black covers. 

“Lay down.” When you remained in your crouched position, his expression hardened. “I’m not kidding. Lay on your back.”

“I’m not gonna sit and let you fuck me,” you replied.

He considered for a moment. “I’ll use toys. For now.”

It was a compromise, one that honestly surprised you, so you hesitantly stretched on your back and waited for him. He removed the thong entirely now, plugging in a magic wand that he found in the closet, and turning it on. “I wanna see you get off,” he explained when you looked at him questioningly. 

Your cheeks flushed hotly, but you said nothing. If he wasn’t inside you, you weren’t going to complain. 

He placed the wand between your legs and turned it to the low setting before flicking the switch. You almost jumped out of your skin when itr turned on. It was strong, sending vibrations through your body, and had he placed it right, you might have had an orgasm almost immediately. Shinsou’s gaze flicked between your sex and your face as he played with the placement, moving it around and watching your reactions until he got it right.

“Fuck!”

“There we go,” he muttered, pressing a little harder, so that your legs started to quake. When you tried to snap them together, he wrapped one of his arms around one and held it separate from the other. Then he leaned in close, gently touching your entrance. 

You pulsed, your pussy desperately wanting to be filled and the touch a reminder of how good it would feel; you bit your lip and turned your head.

Shinsou chuckled and you felt his finger dip inside experimentally. You knew he was doing the same as he had with the vibrator, finding sweet spots inside. A second finger soon joined, and the stretched was beautiful, just enough for you to pulse around. He pressed his fingers up a little, noting your reaction, and began to thrust, and you slammed your eyes shut. Soon you were seeing stars.

“Stop, please, fuck, god!” You thrashed your head back and forth, but he wouldn’t stop, just increased his speed and adjusted the vibrator until you broke apart and he could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers. He kept going until your body calmed, and you heard the wet sound of him sucking his fingers clean. Your cheeks burned with shame.

“Not bad,” he commented.

After that, he let you get cleaned up and returned to the kitchen to finish lunch. You came out to find him whistling and washing the cucumber before using a code to open the drawer with knives and slicing it up. When he served you lunch, you stared at the plate, at the sliced and diced cucumber, wide-eyed. You wondered if you should refuse to eat it.

You decided not to react, but the hot flush of your cheeks gave you away, at least to yourself.

16

“Let’s watch a movie,” Shinsou suggested.

You agreed, curling up on the sofa comfortably in your lacy purple boy shorts and knee-high white socks. 

He hadn’t tried anything so far today, other than telling you what to wear. It was refreshing to go a whole day without worrying what the boy would do. Now it was evening and the two of you were relaxing after a dinner of cold soba noodles. 

It was a thriller, one with a decidedly risque plot that had you rubbing your thighs together. The main villain had a bone-deep voice and long fingers, and that was all you saw of him for the longest time.

When a simple jumpscare got you, Shinsou pulled you against him. Your head laid against his soulder and he played with your hair for a while, the stroked down your arm. Eventually his hand smoothed over your thigh. You didn’t think much of it at first, not until he pressed against the front of your clothed crotch.

“Don’t,” you said immediately, pulling away.

He wrapped his arm around you again and held you in place. “You’re turned on, too. I can tell.”

“That doesn’t mean I wanna do anything,” you retorted.

He tugged you further into his lap, splaying your hand against his hard on where it strained against his black sweatpants. “I’m not saying we’re gonna have sex. Let’s just fool around a little.”

You scoffed. “I am not fooling around with you.”

“You already have. What’s the big deal doing it more?” he replied smoothly.

He had a point. You pursed your lips and didn’t respond, curling your fingers into a fist to better block out the sensation of his dick beneath your hand.

“Exactly,” he said. He tipped your head up and planted a soft kiss to your unwilling lips. It was soft, unhurried. You were rarely kissed by Shouta and Hizashi and it softened something in you that this was where Shinsou chose to venture in this moment. When he felt the tension melt from your body, he pulled your bodies prone, your form over his, and pulled your bottom lip into his mouth to nibble it gently.

You couldn’t help yourself; you moaned. Shinsou pushed at your shoulders and you knew instantly what he wanted, but you hesitated.

“C’mon, kitten. I know you know how to suck cock. Don’t you wanna try mine?”

You shook your head but he just laughed. “Sure you do. Come on, show me what you can do.” He stared at you expectantly until you slowly, reluctantly scooted down the couch and fumbled with his sweats.

He was bigger than you expected. You didn’t know why you thought someone his age would be small, but he was at least average, not that you had a ton of experience. He was clean, having showered that morning before freeing you from your captivity. 

You eased yourself to the floor and Shinsou ran a hand through your hair affectionately. You had to admit, it was nice. It would have been great if he was your age.

Daddy said to obey him.

You stared up at him for a moment, then bent forward and sucked on his tip. Shinsou’s fingers tightened on your hair. Emboldened, you ducked in and swallowed as much as you could. Given your practice, your nose pressed against his pelvis and you could swallow around his cock.

He hissed and threw back his head. “Fuck!” You hummed around him as you backed away, setting a ruthless pace for yourself. Drool collected at the corners of you mouth, but you let it, focusing on the task at hand. 

He felt good, silken on your tongue. You lowered a hand to fondle his balls, feeling them tighten under your gentle touch. He was already close, and he fisted your hair, set of face-fucking you now that he realized you could handle it. You wrapped your lips over your teeth and let him shove himself down your throat, sloppy gagging noises filling the air obscenely. Your core tightened at the breathless pace he set, at the taste of his pre-cum on your tongue. Then you felt him pulse.

He pulled your face away and plattered across your face and breasts. The phone came out and he snapped a picture. “You look great like this, by the way,” he said, sending it to your keepers. “And sensei and Mr. Yamada agree. Fuck, that was good.”

You sat there with his cum on your face, wondering what you were supposed to do now, but not for long. He leaned forward and scooped his cum up with his fingers, dragging it to your mouth, and you obediently lapped it up, then he pulled you into his arms and you finished watching the movie.

There was a beep and the door creaked open. You jolted upright.

It was entirely too early for Shinsou to be letting you out. The sun wasn’t even up yet. You rubbed at your eyes, staring toward the door.

“Shh, you’ll wake her up,” whispered a familiar voice.

“I’m just so excited to see our baby!” stage-whispered another.

“Daddy?” 

The two figures paused, then Shouta dropped his bag and approached the bed. “Hey, babygirl. Didn’t mean to wake you.” You held out your arms and he picked you up with the ease of a professional hero. “Did you miss us, kitten?”

“Mhm,” you muttered against his skin, breathing in his comforting, familiar scent. 

“And were you good for Shinsou after our little talk?”

“Yes, daddy,” you confirmed. You had done pretty much everything the kid asked, even things you didn’t want to do. He should be happy.

Hizashi crept up and kissed your cheek. 

“He shared some nice pictures of you while we were gone,” said the blond, rubbing your back. “You sure looked pretty covered in his cum, honey.”

“Hizashi,” you said, squirming slightly as your face heated.

“Come on, Hizashi, don’t get all worked up right now. I’m too tired to play,” Shouta replied, setting you on the bed and beginning the process of pulling his hero costume off. 

Hizashi stared at you a moment and then sighed, following suit. “He’s right, he’s always right,” he grumbled. “Much as I’d love to sink seven inches deep into ya, babe, we haven’t slept in days.”

You watched them strip, appreciating their bodies as they were revealed. You didn’t mind waiting for a proper reunion, as a certain teenager had kept you on your toes while they were gone. And you knew beyond a doubt they would put you through your paces as soon as you had energy. 

Shouta climbed over you, pulling you into the center of the bed, and Hizashi crawled into the other side of the bed. Soon, you were sandwiched between them, comforted by the warmth and their familiar scents. You were easily lulled to sleep.