I need mindbreak Dabi hcs. He's so good for it and I'm starved. Pls bless us with your thoughts 🙏
wee woo! OK so I think that just like how dabi is absolute shit at dying (hard to kill easy to fuck etc) he's very hard to mindbreak for real. like he may go dumb a few days, but he'll always end up biting again. (unless...).
this is mainly bc he doesn't see particular worth in himself or his life? there's not anything to break. it's already broken. he's determined to do one and only one thing, and it's kill enji.
understand, to mindbreak him, he needs to either have killed enji (and not killed himself yet) or enji needs to do the job. <33.
enji can frankly fuck him up pretty easily by putting him in enough physical pain (so much even dabi can't stand i) and just blatantly fucking with his brain by lying to him and manipulating him. treat him like he never left. remind him what enji did for him. remind him who brought him here, who taught him what he knows, why he's even alive. it doesn't have to be true, nothing does! it just has to come from enji's mouth with confidence. raping him will obviously also be required for this <33
if it's not enji, grabbing dabi right after the fall from euphoria after killing enji would fuck him up soooo bad. if the mindbreaker can take the corpse it'd be great. fuck up that boy.
then overall dabi would work best once mindbroken as a sort of doll maid who does everything it's told. if he has any time to think he's gonna try to kill himself or his captor or both, and we don't want that (or he's gonna have a meltdown which isn't great either). he makes a very good cocksleeve. can also take care of small, calm children if needed. can sew or embroider. anything to keep him occupied. what I'm saying is dabi should be a tradwife
@sxnful-freakshow asked: Tossing Vex. getting ganged up by Imp's after breaking into the wrong room, yellow.
It should come as no surprise that the night was dark and stormy.
Such is the way of the Appalachian region of America. Ancient, almost untamed, feared, and very fond of its wet weather. Lightning storms were nothing out of the ordinary for the region, and despite its age and lack of care, the Glasco Hotel had weathered many such storms in the years it has existed.
If this were a bustling hotel, this storm would have proven to be an excellent cover for not-so-savior individuals to sneak in through doors they shouldn't.
Perhaps that is why Vex had decided now was the time to break into this hotel when she did. Or, perhaps, it was just random chance.
Regardless, venturing around the back of the building, over the fence that is supposed to protect the employee parking from prying eyes and wandering hands, there she'd find two doors. One that had a glass window that peered into the empty loby, and the other that simply read "BASEMENT ACCESS" in bold, yet worn, white lettering.
This was the door she was attempting to break open, completely unaware of just what would be waiting for her down there should she succeed...
hiii 21+, wanting a discord OCxOC MxFTM dark (and dead dove 🕊️?) fantasy royalty m & his ftm consort plot, where i will play the cis king / ruler! he's a bored old god whose only entertainment comes from the "sacrificed bride" he takes from his brainwashed cityfolk! kinks will include breeding, possible dubcon, power dynamics, abuse of various kinds, degrading language, and eventual mindbreak. bonus if your ftm is prudish and has to be "broken in" to like things! like for a dm!
Hello! This is for @terushimooo’s aquatic august collab! You can find the masterlist here!
Merman! Miche x F! Reader
Warnings: Mention of non-human genitalia, body horror, yandere themes, mentions of death, mindbreak, no sex
Summary: A mysterious man saves you, damns you, changes you. Turns out, the little mermaid isn't the most accurate of movies.
WC:2.5k
Maybe falling asleep on the floaty wasn’t the best or brightest idea of your life
Though, to be fair, you didn’t think your friends would let you drift out so far. It’s hard not to panic, looking around to see how far out you’ve gotten. You can still hear people, still see them dotted on the shore, but it looks so distant now. Fear claws it’s way up in your chest, making a home there as something brushes along your foot.
It’s a fish, you think, has to be. The thought of it being anything else is too much for you right now.
“Hi,” A man’s voice says, right next to your ear. You give a sharp scream, jerking so hard you almost fall off your float, but a strong grip on your leg and shoulder have you set to rights again. You turn to look at who scared the shit out of you, only to see the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your life. Broad shoulders, sandy blonde hair, green eyes that are watching you curiously, pink lips that are- hold on, moving, shit he’s been talking this whole time you’ve been ogling.
“I’m sorry?” Eloquent as ever.
“I said do you need help getting back to shore?” Even his voice is hot, almost disturbingly so. You give a mute nod, not trusting your own voice to speak. He beams at you, adjusting his grip on your float before the two of you move forward. He cuts through the water easily, and you find yourself wondering about what sort of legs he has that it doesn’t even look like this bothers him at all. He stops just a few feet away from all the people.
You can hear your friends calling to you, see them waving their arms. You turn around to look for the man, to thank him or offer to buy him a drink, but he’s gone.
You think you see a tail disappear under the water, but that just must be a trick of the light.
You think about the man for the rest of the day, until your friends convince you the only solution in the face of a near death experience is to get completely and utterly obliterated on alcohol.
Near death it was not, but you’re not going to argue when it gets you free drinks, the consequence of your friends feeling bad they lost track of you. At a certain point you need air, waving off anybody who tries to follow you. You’re not as drunk as some of them, and they really need to start drinking some water.
It’s how you find yourself alone on the beach, toes in the sand as the water laps at them. The moon is clear and full and bright overhead. Despite the alcohol, despite your day, you still feel a sense of peace here. It’s so quiet right now, nothing like where you live back home, where there’s nothing but concrete and buildings. You let yourself lay back, the water coming up just a little bit higher, your eyes closing as you take in the moment.
“It’s dangerous to lay out on the beach alone,” You know that voice. You open your eyes to see the man from before, your savior, sitting next to you. You raise yourself up on your elbows, drinking him in. He’s not wearing a shirt, you note. He’s got muscles on top of muscles, tanned skin reflecting the drops of water that still cling to him. He’s mouth watering. You let your eyes drift further down, trying to play innocent.
“You know, I think I might be drunk,” You say, still staring at just below his waist.
“What makes you say that?” His voice sounds amused, teasing even.
“It looks like you have a tail but- that can’t be right, can it?” You dont listen for an answer, reaching over to trail your fingers along the scales there, ignoring the way his breath hitches when your warm skin makes contact to him. He’s colder than you would have thought, eyes mesmerized by the iridescent scales that cover a long tail.
“You’re right,” He agrees, though this time his voice is a little huskier now, “I think you might be drunk.”
“Oh,” You say, looking back up at his face, “Well in that case, I’ve always wanted to kiss a mermaid.” It’s all the warning he gets before you throw your arms around his neck, pulling his face to yours. He’s stiff at first but when your lips brush his, he all but melts into your touch, large hands coming to hold at your waist, shifting you until you’re straddling him.
He’s not a half bad kisser, you think, for a fish. His tongue traces the seam of your lips, and you obligingly open them without a second thought. His mouth tastes like salt, like the ocean air, like something a little less than human. Your hips move on their own, the thin fabric of your bathing suit bottom not giving you the friction you crave. Something wiggles against you, causing you to shiver. He pulls away from you, pushing you to the side.
“I should go,” He says, not looking at you. He uses his arms to push himself out into the surf, until it’s deep enough to start swimming.
“What’s your name?” You call out, laughter carrying through the air towards you.
“Miche!” You think you hear, before the tide takes him.
You write it off as too many drinks and an overactive imagination.
You vacation ends and you head back home, to a life of spreadsheets and mundane dates. First kisses that lack the spark you want. You think about that kiss on the beach a little more often than should be healthy, but hey, what else are daydreams for? You think about going back, even, but the time never quite seems to be right and then before you know it a whole year has past before your eyes.
You feel more than a little lost in your life, adrift in the current of an unsure future. The seasons change but it feels like you stay the same, like you’re simply just stuck now. You plan a vacation, returning to that beach just to get away from it all, even for a week. You don’t tell anybody that you’re going, save for your parents just to be safe. You get there it looks the same, which does something to ease the tension in your chest. Your first day is spent lounging on the sand, soaking up the sun, leaving before it gets even close to dark.
But that second day, something compels you to come back. There’s no lights down this far, nothing but the moon and stars to guide your way. You feel silly scanning the water, looking for signs of him. At least you’re alone, with nobody to see you, or hear you when you give a soft call of “Miche?” out into the darkness.
It was stupid, you think, putting aside the fact that mermaids aren’t real at all, even if he was a mermaid that doesn’t mean he’d still be here after so long. It- he- was just a product of an overactive imagination from an office worker who dreamt too much of adventure. You’ll finish out the rest of your holiday, maybe hook up with some mediocre guy and go home and- wait, what was that in the water?
There, you can see it just barely, a head bobbing along the water, towards you. God, you really hope it’s not some random stranger who went out for a weird night swim who’s been watching you have a break down this entire time. But the person grows closer to you, and then closer still and, hey, you recognize that face.
“Miche!” You squeal, running into the water, ignoring how wet your clothes get. He swims a little faster, meeting you halfway and letting you throw your arms around him. “I thought I hallucinated you!”
“Maybe you’re drowning right now,” He says, voice serious but eyes dancing with mirth. “I want to show you something.” You think you nod your head but his lips are already on yours and he drags you under the water.
It’s like there’s a bubble around you as you get pulled deeper and deeper into the water, down further where the light doesn’t penetrate as much. Down, down, down, until your feet hit the floor and you jerk away from Miche.
“What the fuck,” You say, looking up, only to see inky black water everywhere around you. “I take it this isn’t like the little mermaid.”
“I didn’t want to be disturbed,” Miche replies before pressing his lips to yours, “The transformation can be quite unpleasant."
“I’m sorry, the what?” You ask, or try to before he bites you, square on the neck, like he’s a vampire and not a man with a tail. There’s an incredible pain that surges through you, more than you’ve ever felt in your life. You push him away from you, clawing at your clothes, your skin, the water finally reaching you. It’s too much, too painful, fire ripping it’s way through your veins. Your world narrows down and down until all you can do is let the water flow inside your lungs, the world blissfully going black.
You don’t quite wake up when you hear him talking.
“I thought about you. I thought you were never going to come back. But I knew it- I knew we were soulmates from the moment I first saw you. You don’t know how happy I was to see you on the beach yesterday- and tonight? When you came looking for me? I thought I would die. I could smell you that night, did you know? I could smell how much you wanted this- wanted me-
And now, don’t you see? We can be together, forever. Just like I wanted. I practiced so much while you were gone, trying on all the humans that I could. None of them came close to you. They all resisted. They all ran screaming from me, or, well, they tried to. But you didn’t. You’re perfect for me. Do you know how long I’ve waited for someone like you?
-Centuries.”
It’s a relief when the darkness takes you again. You dream, of the open air, of the land, even of your dingy apartment back home. The dreams become your memories, your parents faces fading gently the more you try to concentrate on them. All the memories of your life start to slip through your fingers. You try to concentrate on anything you can remember- but you can’t even think of your name. Instead it’s only him, all consuming, tearing through your consciousness until nothing remains.
You open your eyes to a whole new world, Miche there by your side.
“I thought I had messed it up,” He breathes. You can’t find your voice, numbness seeping through your skin. Your hand drifts to your throat, and it’s with horror you realize he didn’t bite you- he used his teeth to make gills.
“Did you hear me? When you were asleep? I practiced so much.” He asks, hands grabbing tightly to your waist. “But you’re perfect, aren’t you?” His nails dig into your skin, leaving little crescents of pain. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” You hasten to reply, relaxing when his fingers grip you a little less tightly, “Never better.”
“I knew it!” Miche tilts his head back, giving you a look at the long line of his throat. “I knew I picked correctly!” His hands lift you up easily, like you weigh nothing, spinning you around him. HIs eyes leave your face, dipping lower to take in your skin- your clothes having been torn off you. “Look at yourself!”
You do look.
It hurts, a lot, to look, but you do. Your skin doesn’t look different, but you barely feel the water on you, the coldness of it doesn’t bother you so something has to be different even if you can’t see it. Below your waist your legs are gone- though it feels like the tail has simply been pulled over them, all the muscles that made up two legs before have merged to become one tail. It’s iridescent in the low light, soft shades of white and pink and purple. If it wasn’t attached to you, it might be beautiful.
Instead, it’s a reminder of what you’ve lost.
“What are you thinking about?” Miche asks, bringing his face close to yours, “You can tell me. We have forever together, now.” Forever. Stuck away, hidden in the ocean. What do mermaids even eat?
“My family,” You take what you think is the safest route, but Miche’s smile freezes in place, the light dimming from his eyes for a moment before-
“Okay. Tell me your mother’s name,” He suggests, the look in his eyes a little crazed, “Come on, tell me!”
“I- Her name is…” Your voice drifts off as you struggle to recall the simplest detail about one of the most important people in your life.
“If you tell me her name I’ll let you go!” He says, moving so close you can’t even look at him, “The change isn’t quite yet permanent. You can go home. Just tell me her name.”
It’s on the tip of your tongue, but you choke on it. You can’t think of your own mother’s name. It feels like your life is just a blur, only really starting a few moments ago. Like nothing before this was real. Maybe you just imagined it?
“You don’t have another life besides this,” Miche tells you. You can’t find a fault in his words. The heart has been burned out of you. “But it’s okay. I’m here. All you need is me.”
When he presses his lips to yours, they taste like the sea.
Would Mindbreak be a kink?? Like ur fucked too hard to the point u ur mind breaks and all u think about is when that dick gonna come again?? I want that kink from My fox captain Kita with his intense eyes and unfazed look 😳😳 🤤🤤
Hey bby, thank you for sending in this. Ugh to be kita's bitch and get fucked senseless... we can only wish huh? Anyway, take care bby. I hope you're all good.
Triggers: smut, breeding, mindbreak, kita is just super rough.
Title: d...don't stop.
He's so unfazed by the sounded you make.
Or at least that's what he wants you to think. He could never say out loud that he wants to cream his pants everytime you look up at him with doe eyes. He can't say he wants to fuck your throat out everytime you stick your tongue and tease him. He definitely can't say he wants to breed that cute body of yours until you have a whole volleyball team of kids.
No...
He can't.
So instead he takes it all out on you when you're bent over on the kitchen counter, gace pressed agaisnt the cool surface as he rocks his hips against yours, his dick piercing through rings of soft flesh. His sounds are muffled. He dare not say a thing because he knows the minute he starts, he won't be able to stop..
Kita grips your hips so tightly, you swear he's going to bruise your skin. He fucks you up so well that you can't even speak.
Your tongue lulls out of your mouth, eyes rolling back as he hits all the right spots. You can't even think straight because he's fucking you so good. His cock feels thick inside of you, almost like it was made just for your cute cunt.
You want more.
And you know that if you say the words, he will give it to you.
So you push your luck.
"B..breed me." You stutter, the words barely leaving your lips properly. Your body shaking as he thrusts harder. He doesn't reply but you knew he heard.
His hand grabs your hair, pulling you up until your body is pressing against his. His pace doesn't slow.
"Oh I will." He smirked. With that he pulled straight out only to fuck back into you without stopping.
I love putting characters in basements too much.......... aizawa should get chained up in a musty basement. he should wake up wearing only a t-shirt and boxers and feeling sore and hazy. he should realize his quirk isn't working and he doesn't remember how he got there. he should realize everytime he wakes up again he isn't hungry or thirsty anymore, doesn't need to go to the bathroom and just feels a little bit more sore. he should start to feel paranoid as he realizes just how many holes there are in his memory. he should notice his body is weak and thinking feels like wading through jelly. he should wake up one day and see shinsou crouching in front of him, watching him. he should realize his old student is the one who's been holding him down there all along - shinsou wouldn't tell him, he'd just see his eyes and know. he should get mad, and scream and cry and yell at shinsou, he should kick and flail as shinsou starts to rape him and beat him, silent, he should go quiet as it starts to hurt too much and beg to stop, he should ask in the smallest voice he's ever used with shinsou why he's doing it. he should never remember what shinsou tells him. he should only know it was a question, because as his brain begins to slow again, he should realize that's why he's sore everytime he wakes up.
aizawa should wake up and notice he's sore, and he has no idea how he got there.
🕊 hey all! i'm currently looking for an adv.lit–novella, oc x oc rp. i love developed and complex characters and slow-burn relationships. my specific interests include dark romance, obsession/possessiveness, and more twisted, character-focused plots. the kind that can be brainstormed, developed, and worked on together– encompassing both our preferences, hcs, and ideas. psychological (horror), philosophical themes, and darker dynamics are a favourite of mine. so, if dark, twisted, complex romance rps are your preference, then you're in the right place!!
a little about me » 20F writer, gmt tmz. adv.lit-novella (multiple discord messages/6-10k+ characters), loves literature. prefers playing F roles and writing with other F writers. replies slowly (once or twice per week), but is quick with OOC. engages in lots of headcanoning and planning for rps. wants to feel love&worry for your ocs bc that's how you'll feel about my crazy darlings (i love imperfect, twisted, flawed OCs). fine with dead-dove & darker themes, specifics like limits/triggers can be discussed in dms.
what i'm looking for 》 an enthusiastic collab partner!! my rp copium is communication, so let's fangirl together!! gimme headcanons, pinboards, properly detailing the rp, character dissection, sharing tiktoks, analysis, character&dynamic building - i love all that, so let's do it all!... ideally, i'd love a fellow novella rper, mxf pairing, preferably another f writer.
this is unashamedly a plot call for my beloved rambly writers. i can plan & write for pages, partners who give the same energy back and CONTRIBUTE have my heart. my policy is that i will give as good as i get, so if i'm providing pages of ideas and getting nothing but one-word replies in return, then my interest will die. please try to have a similar energy to me, and we'll get on so well!!
my current tastes lean heavily into 》 dark romance, halloween-inspired rps, supernatural inklings, dark academia, gothic vibes, and various other macabre themes. including, but not limited to: graveyards, murder mystery, torment, mind games/mindbreaking, ghosts, insanity, entrapment, psychedelic darkness, insanity & reverence. enemies-to-lovers trope. childhood friends trope. sinfulness, warped ideations, distorted self-image, and god-complexes, hallucinations, manipulating & rewriting one's reality, gaslighting, and just all those darker themes. preference for including characters like arsonists, former cultists, serial killers, delusional individuals, and twisted characters. settings that are decaying buildings/small towns, drowning in epithets of graveyards, churches, and mystery.
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