thoughts on tazers? doffy seems like a tazer guy. enel too but i guess he wouldn't need one.
"enel too but i guess he wouldn't need one." fjksdh you're evil omfg
Doflamingo and a taser? Now, now, that's a little uncultured, don't you think? Oh, he'd definitely have his fun with one - but only for a day or two, then he'll throw it away like a cheap little toy
We know he isn't afraid of getting his hands dirty but a man with that much money, connections and power? I think a costume shock collar is much more chic, much more fitting for a former World Noble. And really, not only is it way more fashionable, it's also a constant threat. A nice little tweak to your psyche, that terrible, terrible ability for him to have you writhing on the ground any time he pleases. It's big enough for other people to notice, as well, marks you in that all too familiar way the Celestial Dragons do. Humiliation and fear, two birds one stone - he's nothing if not efficient.
When it comes to Enel, I really only ever thought about him with a worshipper/someone of his little posse - and I don't think he'd need to use his powers on you if you're already in so deep. He's lazy and he already has your devotion, why shock you? Only for you to piss yourself and for him to get dirty in the process? Goodness, no. Anything but that. He'd use it to get rid of you, sure, but not to make you dance.
But if you're just a regular citizen of Skypiea... Utilizing his powers to toy with you a little, to terrify you, scare you, torture you into submission... How fun. A nice little something to spice up his wednesday night.
Shigaraki Tomura is King. Villains won, heroes are no more, and there isn't a soul in the world that's more powerful than him.
It would have stayed that way, if only you hadn't kissed him.
TW : Blood, Torture, Degradation.
AO3 Link.
The first time you met Shigaraki Tomura was something out of a fairytale.
You came down, tumbling from the sky, falling right into his open arms. The world seemed to pause as his gaze dove into yours, confusion swarming in his irises, determination filling your own. He didn’t know why he had caught you, or even why he kept you in his embrace as you took a deep breath, heart beating loud as a thunderstorm. And yet, he held you still, gloved hands firm on your arm and in the crook of your knees, carrying you like he would carry his bride, if he ever had one.
A wingless angel, he thought, looking right into your eyes.
The man I want dead, you mused in your thoughts, gaze diving into his.
Had he realized what you intended to do, he might have stopped you. But how could he predict anything from a girl who had fallen from the sky? He was still somewhat stunned by your presence, by the soft warmth of your arms and thighs under four of his fingers, by the smell of rain and dust that emanated from your hair as he wondered what he was supposed to do, if you were friend or foe, if a wingless angel could even be considered in these terms.
You took advantage of his confusion. Cradled his face gently between your palms.
“That’s the dumbest fucking idea I’ve ever heard,” Bakugo said with a snarl.
You gave a kick on the leg of the chair he was sitting on, and he let out an angry hiss, baring his teeth at you. Just like a dog, you thought, an amused smile on your lips.
“It’s the best plan we’ve ever had, you mean. It can’t be too difficult, I just have to kiss him.” You raised a hand, your index finger softly brushing against your bottom lip in a faint imitation of a kiss. What would it be like to kiss Shigaraki Tomura, King of Villains, the self-proclaimed ruler of Japan since the fall of the heroes? You’d bet he was a bad kisser. Not that you’d had much experience, but, well. You could just guess, looking at the guy.
“Yeah, you kiss him, and you die, dumbass,” Bakugo retorted, annoyance made clear in his tone. “He’ll kill you before you can even blink.”
What a killjoy. You simply shrugged.
“Probably, but that’s a risk I’m willing to take, Captain.”
The use of the nickname seemed to calm him down a bit, as you knew it would. Not to mention that it would be unfair of him to outwardly reject your plan simply because it was risky. Bakugo took risks like he took breaths, always jumping in the heat of the battle, relishing in the thought that death could barely brush against his soul with its crooked fingers, never quite managing to grasp him. It was like second nature at this point, something he did without even thinking. Most of the time, you found that hot-headedness to be quite charming, but now, it was your turn to play with death.
Whether you won or lost didn’t matter, but you’d make sure Shigaraki wouldn’t taste victory either.
Death would grab him alright.
“And what do you propose, Princess?” Bakugo asked, his elbows now resting on the desk between the two of you. He was thinking about it. Considering your little plan. You tried to hold back the triumphant smile that pulled at the corner of your lips, but it was no use.
“I’m more of an evil enchantress than a princess, don’t you think?”
“Got it, Maleficent,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “Explain your stupid plan before I start losing patience.”
30 seconds after the kiss, Shigaraki’s estate, Tokyo
When Shigaraki dropped you, scarlet blood running from his scarred lips to his chin, you felt other, different hands catching your body, ungloved ones that were burning against your skin, weird staples catching at the soft fabric of your dress. The device you’d used to warp to Shigaraki’s location (with a little mistake regarding the height, you reluctantly admitted) fell from your pocket, breaking in a thousand pieces on the ground.
There was your escape. Damn it. Bakugo was going to murder you.
If the villains didn’t do it first.
“Who the fuck are you?” Dabi snarled, his hand glowing with blue flames almost close enough to lick at your face.
As the grip of his other hand tightened on your throat, menacing, threatening, you contemplated on what would be the best answer you could give him. A hero? You sure weren’t, not with that kind of quirk. Your worst nightmare? Eh, too dramatic. A member of the resistance? While that might be the truth, it wasn’t memorable enough for what might be your last words.
You wished he would kill you quickly, sealing both your fate and Shigaraki’s.
Once your heart stopped beating, the mission would be a complete success.
So, you did your worst.
“Eh, aren’t you Todoroki Touya? You look just like your brother.”
You welcomed the darkness that filled your vision, and drowned into nothingness with a smile on your face, the taste of victory sweet on your tongue.
Sometime later, in a damp basement of the League of Villains’ headquarters
A four-fingered slap, harsh enough that it would leave a mark on your cheek, startled you up. The same ungloved fingers then caught your chin, the grip so mercilessly tight that you could already feel bruises starting to form.
So, you weren’t dead.
Instead of receiving the sweet release of death’s embrace, you were tied to a chair in a tiny room that smelled like mist and dust. Next to you, on a shiny clean medical trail were aligned various tools and instruments that you could only guess would be used to torture you until you spilled everything you knew about the resistance.
As if you’d betray your comrades like this.
Snitches get stitches, don’t they?
Shigaraki still held your face in his deadly fingers, dried blood lingering on the corners of his mouth, pure rage burning in his crimson gaze. You tilted your head slightly, biting into his hand until the metallic taste of his blood filled your tongue. You had hoped he would lose control of his quirk and decay you in a few seconds, but he simply let go of your chin, a hiss of annoyance crossing his chapped lips.
If only he could kill you quickly.
“Do you have a death wish, you dumb whore?”
You blinked, suddenly hopeful.
“I do, actually.”
Not that you were a dumb whore. But well, would it matter once his five fingers closed on your throat? How satisfying would it be to watch him kill you, all while knowing he condemned himself to a slow and painful death in the process?
His eyebrow twitched as he took a step back, surprised by your earnest answer.
“Ah, don’t worry, you’ll probably die soon,” said another masculine voice from behind you, his tone almost soothing in the way it confirmed your impending death. “We just need to get a few answers from you first.”
Mr. Compress.
The older man took a step towards you, appearing by your side as he studied the many torture tools disposed on the medical tray under Shigaraki’s annoyed gaze. A scalpel, pincers, a blowtorch, long needles among other things you didn’t even recognize. An icy shiver ran down your spine at the sight; were they planning to use those on you? Alright, alright, alright. No matter how fast your heart was beating, threatening to burst out of your chest, no matter how harsh you bit your lower lip, blood dripping on your thighs, no matter how overwhelming your fear was, drowning any other emotion in your mind, you wouldn’t give in.
“Don’t go easy on her, Compress,” Shigaraki ordered, a disgusted wince on his scarred lips as he looked at you. “Make her suffer.”
What a jerk.
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, rivers of fresh blood started running down his pale chin, another deadly coughing fit taking a hold of his throat, invisible needles piercing all over his heart in his tightening chest. You didn’t care for his pain, and chose to simply glare at him as he leaned against the tray to keep himself from collapsing.
Good. His state would only be getting worse from now on.
Shame you wouldn’t be alive to witness it.
“First question,” Compress started, a faint hint of worry in his voice as he glanced at his companion. “What did you do to him?” He marked a pause, grabbing a shiny scalpel from the tray, before adding: “Please avoid any lies. Shigaraki possesses a truth detection quirk, and we would be forced to punish you should you try to hide anything from us.”
That was an easy one. You wanted Shigaraki to know exactly what was going to happen to him.
“I used my quirk,” you replied, a triumphant smile on your lips. “I cursed him.”
“You damn witch,” Shigaraki hissed between his blood-coated teeth.
His hold on the tray he was leaning against slipped between his fingers and he collapsed this time, as another coughing fit started burning holes through his lungs and throat. From the sound of the pained whimper that escaped him, you guessed that each coughing fit was worse than the other, weakening him at every insult he dared throw at you.
Maybe he’d pick up the hint, eventually.
“May I ask what your quirk is?” Compress inquired, calmly helping Shigaraki get back to his feet. The leader of the League of Villains glared at you in the process, but kept his mouth shut this time. Good, maybe that jerk was finally learning something.
“Well, do you know any fairy tales?”
Compress almost seemed offended you’d ask.
“I am a performer,” he replied, as if that fact alone answered the question.
You decided to indulge him, accepting his answer with a nod.
“My kiss isn’t the true love’s kiss you hear about in fairytales. Mine is a hate kiss. Instead of breaking a curse, it is one in itself, eating up at the victim until there’s nothing left of them.” You turned to Shigaraki, an innocent smile pulling at your lips. “Death comes after six months of pure agony. You’ll feel your organs melting inside you, your flesh burning as if it were constantly on fire, your thoughts swarming in your head to the point you’ll slowly fall into insanity.”
Then, with the possessor of All for One gone, the resistance would take back the country.
Even dead, you’d win.
Shigaraki caught your throat in a four-fingered-grip, obviously struggling to hold back his murderous urges. He still needed other answers, after all. Maybe he was still hoping that you were lying, despite one of his quirks confirming that every single one of the words that crossed your lips was the truth. Or maybe he was waiting for you to tell him that there was a way out of this, that he’d be able to save himself.
If he still had hope, you would crush it.
“Once the curse has set, even taking my quirk or killing me won’t stop it.”
Eraserhead had tried, once, to undo the consequences of your kiss. No matter how long he looked at you or at your victim, irises glimmering a pretty pink color, the effects didn’t go away. It had been an accident, at the time. You hadn’t really wanted the poor guy to die. But this time, when hatred for Shigaraki filled you whole, burning your insides faster and more violently than a summer forest fire, you could only hope that the effects would be even stronger, and that they would consume him just like anger consumed you, until there was nothing left of either of you.
You weren’t lying. Shigaraki used his coat sleeve to wipe the blood off his face, glaring at you as if hoping he could kill with a single look.
“Is there a way to undo it?” he asked, his usually raspy voice made even weaker by the pain still burning through his throat.
You hesitated. Opened your mouth, closed it.
“No, it’s irreversible,” you whispered at last.
This time, Shigaraki smiled, teeth still red with blood.
“Liar.”
You heard the clicking of the metallic torture tools beside you, and an icy shiver ran down your spine.
“I am very sorry, but you have been warned that you’d be punished should you try to lie,” Compress apologized, always so polite. His calm tone didn’t make anything better as you eyed the knife he held tightly in his gloved hands. Fear clawed at your chest, and Shigaraki coughed a bit, but not enough for Compress to stop.
“Carve my name into her skin,” the leader of the League of Villains ordered. “And then, she’ll explain how to get rid of this damn curse so that I can decay her.”
You had only a second or so to brace yourself before the blade started cutting through the flesh of your forearm. Blood, blood, blood. It was everywhere; on the soft fabric of your dress (your favorite one, you’d chosen it for your death day), on the damp floor of the basement, on your tongue as you bit your lip to keep your screams from escaping the warm comfort of your mouth.
Hot, burning tears rolled down your cheeks as Compress made it through the first character. 死, Shi, for Shigaraki. You knew what it meant. Death. So many strokes, so many carvings in your flesh, every single one more painful than the other. Then, once this nightmare of a letter was done, he stopped.
He stopped, because Shigaraki was crying tears of blood.
The Villain King didn’t even seem to realize it himself. Seeing Compress stare at him, Shigaraki finally raised a hand to his face, brushing his digits against the wetness on his cheeks. His eyes widened when he saw crimson stains coating his fingers, an horrified wince pulling at his chapped lips.
He used these same fingers to backhand you so violently you thought the hit would knock you out.
It didn't.
“Tell me how to undo this, you dumb slut!” he ordered, almost screaming, little drops of blood mixed with spit splashing all over your face as he spoke.
You’d rather die than tell him, you’d rather have the rest of his name carved up your arm than give him any hope for escape, for a chance at salvation.
And yet, even if he knew how to undo the curse, there was no way he could. No matter his hundreds of quirks, no matter his incommensurable power, no matter his thirst for blood, Shigaraki Tomura wouldn’t be able to fulfill the condition required for his survival. He’d have to feel death slowly grab at his soul, pulling him towards hell where he belonged while his body painfully burned through your curse. There was no way he could avoid this fate.
Telling him wouldn’t change anything, anyways.
And if you were to die soon, you wanted to see all hope crumble in his mind first.
“There is only one way to undo the curse,” you said, voice weakened by both the pain devouring your arm and the anger that burned through your lungs. “And you can’t use a quirk or anything like that to fulfill that condition. If you try, it won’t work, and you’ll die in six months anyway.”
He didn’t reply, waiting for you to keep going
It was the truth, and he knew it.
You let another few seconds pass, silence settling in the damp basement as you relished in his rage, in his despair. You could almost taste his hatred on your tongue, and you delighted in the sweetness that filled your mouth at the thought that you held his fate in your hands, just like he held everyone else’s in his murderous palms.
This time, you had the power.
And you’d bring the King of Villains to his knees.
“The only way for you to be free of the curse is if I fall in love with you.”
The knife fell from Compress’ hand, filling the silent basement with a harsh cling that echoed in your ears as it hit the ground. And yet, no protests arose, no one called you a liar, no one punished you for the words that had crossed your lips.
Because Shigaraki Tomura knew that it was the truth, and that you had just condemned him to death.
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and it was in this moment that Shigaraki knew: he fucked up.
This is my first multi-chapters fic!! I have a few ideas but I didn't outline anything yet because I LOVE taking inspiration from the comments, so please, spare a few concepts that you'd like to see in this fic.
I try to vary the kind of reader I use in each fic/one shot, this one has 0 survival skills and is super hot-headed and impetuous but she still has a bit of a backstory so if you don't like her yet please don't worry she'll come around eventually (hopefully).
And ofc I'll keep writing my usual one-shots all while writing this fic so you can keep requesting anything
As usual please tell me your opinion, it means the world to me <3
a fic sounds lovely actually n i’m sorry if this is greedy but what about kenma + mindbreak
kenmaaaaaaaaaaaa
okay i need a bit of a break from my usual style of writing, so im gonna write my thots on how he'd do it. like hc's sort of
tw/tags: n*fw, mindbreak, denial, overstim, starvation, withholding of other basic human needs so torture too technically
i think kenma's a pretty methodical person in general. he likes to have a strategy laid out ahead of time, a specific plan of action that he'll use to accomplish his goals. his doesn't waste much time with detours - he just wants to get you into that dumb, drooling, broken state as quickly as possible. efficiency is his middle name.
that doesn't mean he'll be any kinder, though. when i say he's willing to use any method it takes, i mean any. here's a few that i think would be among his favorites:
denial + overstim. the combo is very successful at driving all unnecessary thoughts from your stupid little head and turning you into a perfect fuckdoll for him. he keeps you strung out along the edge for hours at a time, cunt clenching with desperation - and then when he's finally had his fill, he'll make you cum until your legs are shaking and your hips buck from the slightest touch.
i think he's also a big fan of things like starvation or involuntary sleep deprivation. fucking you senseless can be pretty useful temporarily, but to truly transform you into the idea toy, you've gotta be mindbroken 24/7. and there's really no quicker way to get someone to cave than to deny them basic human needs like drinking. or eating food. or getting rest. it only takes a few days before you turn into a shell of your former self, eyes sunken and bruised, your throat dry, muscles weak and shaky.
Dehumanization should probably even be it's own trigger warning, i also think it would make the story sort of a psychological triller or sth like that. Dehumanization seems very scary and angsty in this scenario 😖 will still be reading though lol
it’s mostly sci-fi but i do agree that the series is heavy bc of dehumanization. being tortured and continuously rejected by the alternate version of your fiancé can be psychologically damaging too 😢
it’s starting to get on your nerves. you can’t even count on your hands the number of times you’ve caught her with her fingers buried in her cunt, drooling face-first into the pillow, squeaking like a whore as she creams again and again. seriously, does she have no concept of self-restraint?
perhaps you should be more explicit and set an example, give her a little reminder of what happens when she disobeys. it’s a simple solution - an obvious one, if you think about it, and very effective, too.
you break her fingers.
of course she cries a little, pathetic little whimpers filling the air as you bend each digit so far they crack. when you’re done, her fingers are a bruised, mangled mess - but at least now you won’t have to worry about her touching what she’s not supposed to. this way, every time she wants to cum, she’ll have to come looking for you, hands clasped together as she begs you to get her off, to stuff her sweet cunt full.
Working on something more complex. Will have to put all sorts of triggers on this. It’s extremely overdue ... like ... fuck me sideways ... overdue ... The old one was lost when my PC self-combusted ... but I honestly like this one more ...
I won't even count which attempt it is ... but this one I like XD
ooo i like the molar removing, the yandere could remove one from the back of each gum each time you were being punished. you never want to eat any thing of substance again? then keep acting up. it'd be cute if you were only able to able to eat soft food. you could be your yanderes pet rabbit! they could feed you lettuce like you're a paper shredder.
or they could force feed you with a tube. either strap you down and choke you with a hose until it's down to your stomach. or they could use a tube down your nose so you won't need to use your mouth for eating anymore.... just for.... other stuff.
Oh goodness, you're evil 🤭 I love the way you think. You bet I'd be on my best behavior after that first tooth 😵
This whole thing is giving me Doflamingo vibes, that fake, not-so-little smile while he does heinous things to you... Especially just forcing a tube down your throat. Could he be more refined? Have someone else handle it? Sure, but where is the fun in that? No, no, you deserve a little violence after all that fuss you've made, after all the headaches you've cause him. It's so satisfying to see you writhe and sputter and retch underneath him, it's really worth getting a little dirty for ♡
You get the NG tube when you've been good - until then it's horrible, horrible torture. Ah, he'd feel sorry for you if you weren't such a fucking brat.
