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SHIGARAKI TOMURA | GAME OVER
summary: shigaraki isn't paying attention to you, so you decide to suck him off while he plays video games.
tags: explicit, fem!reader
“Tomura, are you still not done yet?” you whine. “I’ve been waiting forever.”
Shigaraki barely even spares you a glance, too focused on mashing the buttons of his controller and staring at the TV without blinking.
“Almost,” he says. “I’m trying to finish this level.”
That’s what he’s been saying for the past hour, and if it’s up to him, he’ll probably be playing those stupid games for the rest of the night.
You press your lips together. Fine, then. If he keeps refusing to pay attention to you, you’re just going to have to make him pay attention.
Shigaraki doesn’t realize what’s happening at first. He’s too immersed in the game, brows furrowed as he masterfully presses buttons and controls his character with ease. This level is pretty damn difficult. He’s been trying to beat it for ages now, and it doesn’t help that it goes on for fucking ever.
Tonight is the night he’ll beat it, though. He’s already made up his mind.
Well, that was the plan, anyways.
“...the hell are you doing?”
Shigaraki finally notices that you’ve dropped to your knees in front of him. You’re keeping your head low, and he can still see the screen of the TV, but he feels you running your hands over his thighs and slowly inching them towards the waistband of his pants.
“Nothing,” you reply sweetly. “It’s fine. Keep playing your game.”
He has every intention of doing that. Still, he can’t help but frown. Are you trying to do what he thinks you are? Do you really think you’ll be able to distract him like that?
“I’m beating this level,” he states, but already, he can hear his voice wavering a bit.
Shigaraki redirects his attention to the TV, and he resists the urge to glance down when he feels you start stroking his cock through his pants. You’re gentle at first, only applying a small amount of pressure, but gradually, you start gripping him harder, pumping him through the thick fabric and making blood rush to all the right places.
He’s fully erect now, and you waste no time in letting his cock spring free.
Shigaraki lets out a silent hiss. You’re still stroking him, except now he can feel your skin in direct contact with his. It feels so good how you’re pumping the shaft of his cock. Fuck. It feels really, really good.
Still, he refuses to lose focus. He said he was going to beat this level, and that’s exactly what he’s going to do. This is just an extra challenge, that’s all. If anything, it’ll make his inevitable victory even more impressive.
Shigaraki pauses for a few moments to compose himself. Yeah. He can do this.
But then you take his cock into your mouth.
“Sh-Shit!”
He outright moans this time, and he feels you chuckle softly in response. The vibrations of your throat pulse against his cock, and it amplifies the pleasure tenfold.
“Wait,” Shigaraki gasps. “Actually... hold on a second. I really need to finish this level first. I need to—”
You ignore him, just like he ignored you for the better portion of the night. Delighted to finally elicit some kind of reaction out of him, you run your tongue over the drooling slit at the head of his cock, then pucker your lips together and suck in hard. Shigaraki mutters a quiet curse as you then loosen your jaw a bit more, only to plunge headfirst and deepthroat him.
“Oh, fuck.”
He’s still holding onto the controller, just barely. His fingers are pushing the buttons in a sloppy, uncoordinated fashion now, and even though it looks like he’s trying to keep staring at the screen, he can’t help but steal glances at you every so often.
Eventually, the controller falls from his hands, and as you stare up into his deep red eyes, you realize that you finally, finally have his undivided attention.
You moan softly, bobbing your head and sucking him at a steady rhythm. His cock tastes so good. You’re convinced you’ll never be able to get enough of it.
“That’s good,” Shigaraki breathes, running his fingers through your hair. “Yeah—ugh. That’s really, really good...”
His praise motivates you to try even harder, and you gag as you force yourself to take him all the way in, letting his cock bottom out against the back of your throat. Shigaraki moans again, and you don’t dare to break eye contact, despite the prickly tears that are forming.
“Take it,” Shigaraki gasps. He’s careful not to use all five of his fingers, then grabs the back of your head and starts guiding your face up and down the length of his cock. You don’t attempt to struggle, even though his pace is difficult to keep up with. You choke and gag, drowning in saliva and tears, but knowing that you’re making him feel good makes you feel good.
“I love seeing your cute mouth stuffed full with my cock,” Shigaraki says. He licks his lips in delight, a crude grin stretching across his features. “Fuck yeah. You’re so hot. You’re gonna make me cum.”
He’s pretty much fucking your face at this point, and instead of trying to fight it, you forfeit all control and let him use you as he pleases. Your throat aches and burns from how relentlessly he keeps pounding his cock in, but god, it feels fucking amazing.
“I’m about to cum,” Shigaraki pants. His thrusts are getting sloppier by the second, and a soft little whine even leaves his lips. “Shit, I’m... I’m coming!”
He busts his load right into your mouth, and you moan in delight, greedily slurping up all the thick ropes of cum. There’s almost too much to contain, but you refuse to let any of it go to waste, so you stay there obediently and choke it all down.
After a few more moments, Shigaraki’s convulsions stop, and he tucks his cock away, then slumps back onto the couch, utterly spent.
“Thanks for the meal,” you grin.
He lets out a heavy sigh. “Goddammit, [Name]. You’re such a needy little slut."
“But you love it.”
“...yeah,” he admits, cracking a grin. “I sure do.”
“Are you going to keep playing your game?” you ask innocently, even though you already know the answer.
Shigaraki pretends to ponder it for a few moments, then shakes his head. “Nah. I guess I don’t have to beat it tonight. It can wait. More importantly...”
He shoves you down onto the couch, then grabs you by the thighs and spreads your legs apart. His red eyes are glinting with mischief, arousal, and just the slightest hint of sadism.
“Right now, I kind of just want to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
Reader with a memory loss condition, any character, hella angst 🙏
BAKUGOU KATSUKI | MEMORY LOSS
Katsuki thought he’d lost you for good. The sight of you covered in blood, eyes squeezed shut, and barely even breathing... it was almost too much to bear. If he couldn’t even protect the person he loved most, then how the fuck could he call himself a hero?
But against all odds, you survived. The universe decided to have mercy this time, even though he’d failed to protect you. He’d fucked up, and the guilt would follow him forever, but at least he was being granted a second chance.
Unfortunately, your life had come at no small price.
“I have to warn you, Bakugou,” the doctor frowns. “She’s... different now. All of the healing and surgery have taken care of her life-threatening injuries, but she suffered severe head trauma, and it’s put her in a state of disorientation.”
Katsuki clenches his jaw. “What are you trying to say? I know it’s gonna take her a while to recover. It’s not like I expect her to be up and running right away. As long as she’s safe—”
“I’m referring to her brain. Well, more specifically, her memories. We did an initial screening, and it’s quite clear that she’s suffering from amnesia.” The doctor offers a sympathetic smile. “I just wanted you to know, so that you can prepare yourself.”
“...oh.”
Katsuki doesn’t know what else to say. Really, what can he say? You’re alive. That simple fact alone is worthy of celebration. He's just grateful that you’re still here, living and breathing. He doesn’t have to say goodbye to you. He’ll never, ever be ready to say goodbye to you.
“This is still a very early diagnosis,” the doctor reassures. “Following a traumatic event, some patients suffer memory loss for a few days, weeks, or in rarer cases, months, but it’s not guaranteed to be permanent. In fact, temporary amnesia is far more common. It just takes a while for the brain to repair itself.”
“I get it,” Katsuki nods. Right. It’s all going to be fine. You’ve just come out of a life-threatening battle, so it’s no wonder if your mind is in disarray.
There’s no need to panic. Katsuki loves you, and you love him.
As long as you’re together, whatever it is, you’ll get through it.
“If you’re ready, then you’re welcome to go see her now,” the doctor encourages.
Katsuki doesn’t need to be told twice. He steps into the hospital room without sparing a breath, and sure enough, there you are. Sweet, lovely [Name]. The love of his life, all covered in bandages, but looking just as beautiful as always.
Katsuki swallows his tears. He already cried his heart out when he first thought you were a goner, and he cried even more while you were in intensive care. There’s no point in crying anymore, not when you’re alive and well. Seeing him with a weak, broken expression won’t do you any good.
For your sake, he needs to be strong.
“[Name],” Katsuki mumbles. He walks over to your bedside and pulls out a chair so he can sit close. He isn’t normally much of a smiler, but being next to you like this—something he thought he’d never be able to do again—makes his lips curl up at the sides and tremble in relief.
You’re alive. Your injuries have been healed, for the most part, and there won’t be any lasting damage. There’s no reason why you won’t be able to keep enjoying life, just as you've done up until now.
Overwhelmed with emotion and the desire to feel the warmth of your skin against his, Katsuki reaches out to grab your hand.
You recoil immediately, and in that moment, Katsuki’s heart shatters.
“Sorry,” you swallow. “Um. I don’t... I don’t know who you are.”
He feels like he’s about to throw up. The doctor mentioned amnesia. He did mention amnesia. But... isn’t this way too extreme? This is like the kind of stuff that happens in movies, or when elderly patients are in the advanced stages of Alzheimer’s.
You blink, searching his expression for a clue. “I’m sorry,” you frown. “I feel like I should know you. It sounds like you know me. But it’s just hard. It feels like my head is all foggy. I’m really, really sorry...”
And then you start crying. You cry and cry, even though you can’t possibly be to blame, and all the while, Katsuki is helpless to do anything but watch.
“It’s not—” He swallows hard, wiping his eyes so that he doesn’t start crying too. “I-It’s okay,” he chokes out. “It’s not your fault, [Name]. I’m Katsuki. Bakugou Katsuki. Does that name sound familiar at all? It’ll come back to you. I promise it will.”
“I don’t know,” you sob. “I don’t know. I just don’t know...”
He’s never wanted to hug you more in his entire life, but how can he? From your perspective, he’s nothing more than a stranger. You wouldn’t even let him hold your hand. All of those years spent together, all of those incredible memories you’d shared... they’re gone. Just like that.
“It’s not your fault,” Katsuki mumbles brokenly.
He says it again and again, but he’s not even sure you hear him over the sound of your own cries.
The past few months have been the hardest of Katsuki’s entire life, and regretfully, the days ahead aren’t going to get any easier.
Your amnesia is permanent. Or, at the very least, the odds of you making a recovery at this point are so small they may as well be zero.
Katsuki isn’t the only person you’ve forgotten. You forgot a good chunk of the classmates you went to U.A with, major life events, and even certain encounters with villains—including the very incident that nearly claimed your life. The doctor said it’s very common for traumatic events to be forgotten, and while Katsuki is glad that you don’t have to remember something so horrible, why did you have to forget all the good stuff too?
It’s just not fair. Katsuki knows he should be grateful. He still gets to see your pretty, smiling face, he still gets to talk to you and hear you laugh from time to time. None of that would have been possible if the doctors hadn’t fought tooth and nail to save your life. At least you’re still young, your body is in healthy, functional shape, and the personality he fell for is still largely unchanged.
Katsuki doesn’t want to complain. He doesn’t want to take what he still has for granted.
But it just really fucking hurts.
He hasn’t been able to hold you in months. He hasn’t been able to kiss you either. Even though he’s told you that the two of you used to date, you’ve forgotten all the reasons you fell in love with him in the first place. It’s taken time for you to let your guard down, especially since everything’s so difficult to make sense of.
You’re friends. At the very least, Katsuki is still a part of your life. But every time he cracks an inside joke or accidentally makes a reference to something that happened in the past, and he sees the confused look in your eyes, a part of him breaks.
Still, he refuses to stop trying. He’ll never stop trying. The doctors said that certain memories can trigger other ones, and in rare cases, even patients with severe memory loss were able to make a miraculous recovery.
Katsuki never used to be the type of person to hold out hope for a miracle, but nowadays, it’s all he ever wishes for.
“It’s pretty here,” you say, sighing happily. Your gaze flickers towards the beach’s shoreline, and you admire the gentle, rippling waves as the sun descends through the sky.
Katsuki just stares at you. “You’re prettier,” he replies.
“Oh, pfft,” you brush off. “Quit hitting on me.”
He wants to do more than just hit on you. He wants you wrap his arms around you and slam his lips against yours, meeting you in the most desperate, passionate kiss he can muster. If it was up to him, the two of you would already be rolling around in the sand right now, bodies pressed together so close that you could feel each other’s heartbeat.
But he can’t. You’re not ready yet. You’re not ready, and... you’ve forgotten. You’ve forgotten the happiest moments of his life.
So, he’ll wait. There’s nothing else he can do but wait. Starting over from the beginning is painful and gut-wrenching. It’s an endless cycle of despair. You might never remember. There’s a chance you might not even fall in love with him again.
But at least you’re alive. At least you’re here with him right now.
Katsuki will never stop trying, no matter how much it hurts, no matter how much he cries. He’ll form new memories with you, and even if those disappear one day too...
He’ll just start all over again.
Can we get a scenario for Shigaraki with a healer girlfriend that always fusses over him when he gets injured?? And he tries to play it off like it's no big deal but he secretly loves being spoiled by her
The moment Shigaraki gets back to the hideout, he is greeted by your wide-eyed, panicked expression.
“Tomura!” you cry out, rushing over to him. “What... what happened? You’re hurt!”
Granted, you’re not wrong. Part of his clothing has been torn up, and there are noticeable gashes on his skin peeking through the frayed fabric. He's taken enough damage that he's even walking with a bit of a limp, and he has to admit that it’s a pain in the ass.
Despite all that, Shigaraki just shrugs in response.
“I’m fine,” he dismisses. “Just let my guard down for a bit. Don’t worry. The other guys are dead, so in comparison, they barely did anything to me.”
You puff out your cheeks, and even though he knows you’re worried, you’re so goddamn cute that it’s kind of hard to take you seriously.
“Just because you’re strong doesn’t mean you don’t need to take care of yourself,” you chastise him.
Shigaraki shrugs again. “It’s no big deal. I barely even feel anything.”
That’s a total lie, but he does his best to act tough around you. Besides, it wouldn’t reflect well on him if the leader of the League of Villains was whining over a few little injuries, right?
Instead of responding, you just roll your eyes, grab him by the wrist, then pull him into one of the rooms.
“Even if it’s not a big deal to you, it is to me,” you remind him. You lightly push on his shoulders and force him to sit down. “Now, stay there. I’m not letting you leave until you’re good as new.”
Apart from his mentor, All for One, Shigaraki is the most dangerous villain to date. There’s practically no one who doesn’t cower in fear when they hear his name. He’s powerful enough to reduce anything to dust, and he watches in delight as no-good heroes die from his bare hands.
That’s the kind of person he is, and yet, you still worry about him.
Shigaraki isn’t sure how it happened, but he must have plucked an angel from the sky. Well, a corrupted angel who willingly supports a murderer, but an angel all the same.
You lean forward, knitting your brows together, and slowly but surely, your palms begin to glow with bright, warm light.
Even Shigaraki, as determined as he is to act unbothered, can’t help but sigh in relief as you press your gentle, glowing fingers against his injuries. He can feel the pain ebb away, gradually at first, and then all at once.
Seriously, he struck the goldmine. Not only does his party have a healer now, but she’s also his super-hot girlfriend. Lately, he has to admit that life is pretty damn good.
“How does that feel?” you ask, making sure not to apply too much pressure.
Shigaraki nods sleepily. There’s something about your Quirk that makes him let his guard down and feel especially at ease. Although that can be said about being around you in general.
You run your fingers over every single wound, even the ones that are small enough not to warrant any attention. His body is back to being in near-perfect shape, but he knows that using your Quirk comes at the cost of your own energy, and you let out a heavy sigh, slumping down onto his lap.
“That’s why I said you didn’t need to do this,” Shigaraki frowns. “Look. You’re exhausted now.”
You shake your head, mustering up a smile. “No. It’s fine. A bit of fatigue is nothing if I know that you’re safe. I just always want you to be safe. Okay, Tomura?”
Before he can even respond, you cradle his cheek and lead his lips towards yours, meeting him in a soft, featherlight kiss. His face instinctively flushes, and he wraps his arms around you as quickly as possible, hoping to prolong the moment.
“I know you only worry because you care,” he acknowledges. His lips trace yours for a moment, and when he kisses you again, it’s deeper and more urgent than before. “I... love you,” he mumbles. As usual, it’s hard for him to say the words. He always thought that someone like him didn’t deserve love, wasn’t even capable of it. But meeting you changed that, and now, he knows better.
“I love you too, Tomura.”
You smile back at him again. Perhaps he’s biased because you’re his girlfriend, but he really thinks you’re the most gorgeous human being on the entire planet. You make him feel warm and comfortable. He’s strong enough to kill anyone who dares to fuck with him, that much is true, but even so, it’s nice having someone who puts his wellbeing first.
Shigaraki squeezes you tight, and he watches in adoration as your eyelids slowly fall shut, the strain of your Quirk finally catching up with you. If you happen to fall asleep on his lap, he knows he won’t be moving for the next couple of hours. But it’s fine.
You took care of him, and now it’s his turn to take care of you.
summary: katsuki struggles to confess to his crush.
tags: fluff, fem!reader
Katsuki is good at a lot of things, but when it comes to romance, he is a hopeless fool.
In his defense, it’s not his fault. He’s spent the vast majority of his life focusing on one goal and one goal only—honing his Quirk so that he can become the Number One Hero. And he always thought that his attention would never sway, free of any unnecessary distractions.
Until he met you.
At the start of the first year at U.A, Katsuki didn’t think much of you. Well, he didn’t think much of any of his classmates, for that matter, but slowly but surely, the days passed, and he found his gaze lingering on you for a lot longer than he would’ve liked to admit.
Katsuki tries to deny it at first. Something about you makes him feel... off. He's not sure why his chest gets uncomfortably tight when you speak to him, and it also doesn’t make any sense why his face heats up like never before. Maybe he’s sick, but if that were really the case, then he’s somehow been sick for the past few months.
It takes someone else’s meddling for Katsuki to finally put the pieces together.
“So, Bakugou, what’s up with you and [Name]?” Kaminari asks. “It feels like you treat her a bit differently than everyone else. Do you have a crush on her or something?”
Kaminari was half-joking, but when Katsuki’s cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson—enough to rival his piercing eyes—everyone around him gasps.
“Dude,” Kirishima chuckles. “No way. You actually like her, huh?”
“The hell I do!” Katsuki immediately snaps back, but his voice cracks, and based on the way everyone smirks at him, he can tell he must not be very convincing.
Kaminari grins. “Wow, I hit the nail right on the head! You’ve gotta confess, man! [Name]’s really popular, so if you wait around too long, someone else might beat you to it!”
“You idiots are out of your damn minds,” Katsuki grits out, and without wasting a beat, he shoves his hands in his pockets and stomps off.
They’re just being stupid like always. Seriously, him, having a crush on someone? The Bakugou Katsuki? As if he has the time or energy to waste on mushy shit like that. It’s so ridiculous he’s almost tempted to laugh.
But then he takes a moment to consider Kaminari’s words.
“If you wait around too long, someone else might beat you to it.”
Katsuki isn’t sure why, but he briefly imagines you being asked out by another person, someone who isn’t him. He imagines you laughing with them, hooking your arm around theirs, and last but certainly not least, leaning forward to meet them in a kiss.
The image evokes a visceral reaction from him, and in that moment, he swears his heart nearly stops beating.
And then comes the realization.
Oh, fuck.
He’s in deep shit.
As much as Katsuki would like to say that he’s made progress since realizing that he likes you, that unfortunately isn’t the case.
If anything, the self-awareness has just made things worse. Before, he could at least talk to you like a semi-normal person, but now, your interactions usually go something like this:
“Good morning, Katsuki,” you greet. “How’d you do on yesterday’s assignment? To be honest, I was kind of rushing to finish it on time. It felt like it was harder than usual.”
Katsuki parts his lips to respond, but the longer he stares at you, the faster his heart races.
He ends up walking away out of sheer embarrassment.
“Man,” Kirishima sighs. “That was painful to watch.”
“Shut up!” Katsuki hisses. “What the fuck do you want me to do?!”
“Just be normal. Be yourself.” Kirishima pauses for a few moments. “Actually... maybe that’s not the best advice.”
“Oh, piss off!"
It goes on like this for a while. Every time you engage him in casual, friendly conversation, Katsuki finds himself freezing up completely. It’s ironic, because he has the confidence to take on fearsome villains with ease, and yet this is what has him scared shitless.
Goddammit. Katsuki never realized that liking someone would be such a test of his strength.
Unfortunately, he’s too caught up in his own feelings that he doesn’t stop to consider how all of this looks from your perspective.
“Katsuki,” you approach him one day, and for some reason, you’re frowning. “Hey. Can you please be honest with me? Did I do something to upset you, or what? Because it feels like you’ve been ignoring me lately.”
He blinks. “What? No. If I had a problem with you, I’d tell you.”
“Well, that’s what I thought too. So then... why do you keep avoiding me? Does it just bore you having to listen to me talk?”
Hardly. Katsuki could probably listen to you talk for hours upon hours without getting bored. You have a pretty face, a pretty voice, and whenever you smile or laugh, it makes him want to do the same.
It suddenly dawns on him that this is probably the best chance he’ll get. It’ll be bad news if he lets this misunderstanding drag out any further. He doesn’t want you to think that you don’t like him, because that’s the furthest thing from the truth.
Come on. He can do this. He’s Bakugou Katsuki, for fuck’s sake. It’s time to stop acting like a coward and own up to how he feels.
“I,” Katsuki starts shakily, “I...”
You raise a brow. “You...?”
“I...”
“...?”
Holy shit, this is so much harder than he anticipated. He’ll take a punch to the face over a confession any day of the week.
But no, he can’t give up, goddammit! Again, he’s Bakugou Katsuki! Resident badass! The (self-proclaimed) future Number One Hero!
The words feel like bile rushing up his esophagus, and even though they burn like hell, he finally, finally manages to spit them out.
“I like you, okay?!”
He did it. He’s violently flushed in the face and keeps having to gasp to reclaim his breath, but at long last, the truth is out in the open.
And now for the part that he didn’t even stop to consider. Seeing how you'll react.
“Oh,” you blink in response. You’re visibly taken aback, and you clear your throat, stopping to ponder your next words. “Well, that’s—”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up! I don’t want to hear it!”
Katsuki books it the hell out of there before he can hear what you have to say. He supposes he’s unlocked a new fear: rejection. The way he handled this whole situation is lame, it’s childish as hell, and he knows it, but when it comes to this stuff, it looks like he’s much more of a coward than he first thought.
Meanwhile, you giggle softly as you watch him run off.
“What a dork. He didn’t even wait for me to say I like him back.”
Izuku:
Katsuki:
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summary: Chisaki isn't looking forward to meeting his soulmate, at least not until he discovers that you are Quirkless.
tags: soulmate!au, fluff, fem!reader
It’s just so annoying. Even though he’s lived with it all his life, Chisaki swears he’ll never get used to seeing that godforsaken timer counting down. It’s always there, in the corner of his periphery, and it only ever disappears when he shuts his eyes and lets everything fade to black.
A soulmate mark. That’s what it’s called. People have different variations of it—some know the first words their soulmate will ever speak to them, some have a red string tying them to their soulmate that only they can see, and others, like him, have been stuck with a timer since birth that tells him how much longer until he meets his soulmate for the first time.
And based on how much time is remaining, it looks like he’ll be meeting his soulmate today.
Chisaki isn’t excited. If anything, he’s dreading the encounter, and he just wishes it would hurry up and be over with. At least then, the timer will disappear, and it’ll be one less thing grating at his nerves. He doesn’t believe in the phenomenon of soulmates, he has no desire for trifling matters such as love, and for a man who loathes being touched, he can’t imagine it would work out anyhow.
Much of the day goes as planned. He helps Pops with some paperwork, cleans up the office to keep all those pesky germs away, and Chisaki briefly wonders how he’ll even meet you, since he intends on staying home all day.
“Chisaki,” Pops suddenly says. “Would you mind going out into town and buying me a few things? I wrote a list of what I need.”
Ah. So, that’s how.
“Of course,” Chisaki nods, and he puts on his jacket before slipping his shoes on by the door. “I’ll be back soon. It won’t take long.”
Seriously, it really won’t. Regardless of the fact that he’s going to run into you, he has no intention of staying and chatting. He’s going to reject you right on the spot. Soulmates aren’t real, anyways. What a stupid notion, to think that someone’s greatest love can be predetermined.
Chisaki adjusts his mask more tightly, then steps outside. He reaches the store quickly enough, and although he hates having to touch things that countless strangers have laid hands on, his gloves provide him with a thin layer of protection from all the filth.
He tracks down everything he needs at a steady pace, and as he reaches for the very last item on his list, someone else reaches for it at the exact same time.
Immediately, Chisaki recoils, and he manages to avoid touching a stranger’s hand. But right as he’s biting back the urge to grimace, he realizes that the timer—the same timer he’s had all his life—his finally disappeared.
Ah.
So, it’s you. Chisaki turns his head to the side and finds himself looking at a young woman, who is staring back at him wide-eyed and breathless. He has a pretty good idea of what’s going on in your head. You must have realized it, too.
After more than two decades, he’s finally met his soulmate.
You’re pretty. Chisaki can at least admit that much. You have nice features, you dress in a way that suggest you care about your appearance, and you have a pleasant, clean scent, which means that you take personal hygiene seriously—thank god.
But all that being said, Chisaki still has no desire to strike up a relationship with you. He doesn’t enjoy being around people. He can’t even bear to touch people, not counting Pops, who is his family. Not to mention that he’s part of the yakuza, and from what he gleams, you seem to be an average citizen.
There’s just no reality in which this would ever work out.
“U-Um,” you stammer, visibly nervous. “Are you...? I mean, um... it’s you, right? You must be my... soulmate.”
It’s a bit endearing how flustered you are, and for a moment, Chisaki feels slightly guilty about what he’s going to do.
Still. It’s better to tell you the truth now rather than let you get your hopes up.
“The timer,” Chisaki nods. “I have it too. Well, I did have it. Up until a few seconds ago, at least.”
A smile blooms across your lips, and it tugs at his heartstrings a bit, because goodness, you really are adorable.
“I knew it!” you beam. “Oh my god, I can’t believe this is really happening! I’m so excited! But I guess that was pretty obvious, haha. Sorry. I’m going to try to calm down now, but it’s just—this is just so—”
Chisaki raises a hand. “Before you say anything else, I need to let you know that I have no interest in pursuing a relationship with you.”
It only takes a second for your expression to sink.
“...what?” you mumble softly. “But... we’re soulmates. I thought that means we’re supposed to be together for the rest of our lives. I didn’t mean that we should start dating right away, but at the very least, if we could start by getting to know each other...”
“I’m sorry,” Chisaki says. “I don’t have much interest in romance. I prefer to keep to myself, and frankly, I’m not even sure I believe in soulmates. It all seems far too convenient. It was nice meeting you, but we’ll have to leave it here.”
By the looks of things, you’re on the verge of tears. Chisaki isn’t a very emotional person, but he can’t fault you for getting your hopes up. This must have been something you’d been looking forward to for many, many years. If only your soulmate was someone else. It’s a pity. You seem like a very nice woman, and he hopes that you’ll find happiness one way or another. Just not with him.
You swallow hard, just barely managing to hold back your tears. “I... understand. I’m sorry. I came into this with all these expectations, but I never stopped to think that the other person might not have been as excited as I was. I guess I was just really hopeful. I’m Quirkless, so... people have always thought less of me. I figured my soulmate would like me no matter what, but we’re pretty much strangers, so I don’t know what I was thinking. Anyways, I’m sorry again for bothering you. I’d ask your name, but it would probably just make the whole thing more painful.”
You turn to leave, but in that moment, Chisaki’s eyes have gone completely wide.
What did she just say?
“Wait!” he cries out, and you reel to a halt, surprised by the outburst.
Now it’s Chisaki’s turn to swallow. The roof of his mouth feels dry and uncomfortable, and he worries that perhaps his ears deceived him.
“You’re Quirkless,” he breathes. “Is that... really true?”
“I’m not sure who would lie about something like that,” you chuckle weakly. “It’s not exactly something to be proud of.”
Wrong. You don’t even know just how wrong you are.
In a world teeming with filth and sickness, those who haven’t been contaminated by the Quirk pandemic are a rarity. People like you are unblemished and pure, and...
Shit. Chisaki is starting to believe that soulmates might be the real deal, after all.
“It’s okay not to have a Quirk,” he says, and it’s insane how fast his heart is beating now. “No. It’s better not to have a Quirk. I much prefer it that way.”
You press your lips together. “Are you making fun of me right now? Listen, I said I was sorry for bothering you—”
“I’m not making fun of you. I’m being completely serious. Quirks... I’ve never liked them. Just the thought of them makes me sick.” He pauses, inhales sharply to collect himself, then lets out a heavy sigh. “The reason I turned you away is because I thought it would be impossible for us to have a relationship. I break out into hives the moment anyone touches me. I distance myself from people, and the thought of being intimate with someone has always repulsed me. And Quirks are largely to blame for that, because Quirks are a mutation. A disease. That’s why I didn’t think we had a chance. But now that you say you’re Quirkless... I’m starting to think differently.”
You arch a brow, and it’s clear that you don’t understand where he’s coming from. Fuck. He hopes he isn’t scaring you off. He’s finally, finally found someone who he has an actual chance of being with, and he doesn’t want to ruin this.
“If you don’t mind... would it be alright if I held your hand?” Chisaki asks breathlessly.
Once again, you stare back at him in confusion, but it thankfully doesn’t look like you’re opposed to it. You reach out a hand, slow and hesitant, and at the same time, Chisaki peels off on his gloves, letting his skin breathe free.
When your fingers meet his own, he lets out a soft gasp. Not out of disgust, not out of apprehension, but out of sheer relief.
No hives. No uncomfortable tightness in his chest.
You aren’t sick like the rest, which means he can touch you to his heart’s content.
Chisaki would have liked to hold your hand for much, much longer, but out of fear of scaring you off, he reluctantly lets go and gives you some space.
“I just wanted to confirm something,” he mumbles. “If it’s you... I’m able to touch you just fine. I don’t get sick. It looks like we’re soulmates for a reason.”
The look in your eyes is far from judgmental, and when you finally muster up your next words, Chisaki can hear a little hiccup catch in your throat.
“So... you really don’t mind that I’m Quirkless?” you ask.
“Not at all. It’s just the opposite. I feel comfortable around you precisely because you’re Quirkless. That must be why we were fated to meet. Because we’re a perfect match.”
Chisaki has never flirted a day in his damn life, but something he said must have tickled your fancy, because you blush and shyly avert your gaze.
“I was really worried there for a moment,” you mumble. “It sounded like you wanted nothing to do with me.”
“I’m sorry,” Chisaki frowns. “I was too quick to judge. I’m very particular about certain things, and I thought there was no chance. But I was mistaken. And if you’re still open to it... I would love the opportunity to get to know you better. Starting with your name. Would you mind telling me your name?”
“I’m [Name],” you reply, and you flash him another bright, genuine smile. God, he swears he’s already fallen in love with that smile.
“It suits you. I’m Chisaki. Chisaki Kai.” He takes a moment to think it through, and then, he does something he’s never done before in public.
He removes his mask so that you can see his entire face.
Your eyes widen. “Oh, wow. Chisaki, you’re so handsome! I didn’t realize my soulmate would be so gorgeous. Now I can’t help but feel self-conscious by comparison...”
“I appreciate the compliment,” he chuckles. “But you’re beautiful. I thought so even before I found out you were Quirkless.”
He watches, with great delight, as you blush yet again. You’re just so adorable. He never thought he would be thanking his lucky stars for having a soulmate mark, let alone one that caused him endless frustration for more than twenty years, but here he is.
“I was going to head straight home after running some errands for my old man, but how about we sit outside somewhere and chat for a while?” he asks hopefully.
Your smile returns, this time, wider than ever.
“Sure!”
As it turns out, Chisaki doesn’t get back home until much, much later, and he finds Pops waiting for him with his arms crossed.
“Chisaki,” Pops frowns. “What was the hold-up? You’re usually so efficient when it comes to these things. I was expecting you back hours ago.”
Normally, Chisaki would have apologized at great length for inconveniencing Pops. He is, after all, the man that brought him and raised him as his own. He loves and cherishes him, and will do anything in his power to repay him.
But right now, Chisaki is up in cloud nine.
“I met my soulmate,” he says, setting the shopping bags down. “Sorry, Pops. We got to talking for a while.”
“Oh?” Pops lifts a brow, and tries—but fails—to hide his smirk. “But I thought you said you wanted nothing to do with them. You told me you didn’t believe in such things.”
“Well, I changed my mind.”
“I’ve never known you to be the type to do that. You’re stubborn to a fault. But I’m not complaining. It sounds like you’ve turned over a new leaf. So, then, tell me about this soulmate of yours.”
For the second time that same day, Chisaki removes his mask—and it’s so that Pops can see his ear-splitting grin.
“She’s perfect.”
How would Izuku, Katsuki, and Shouto react to walking in on their girlfriend for the first time while she's changing?
Izuku:
Shouto:
Katsuki:
summary: after discovering that Izuku has gotten into U.A, Katsuki decides to take out his frustrations on you.
tags: NSFW, explicit, non-con, fem!reader
Katsuki can’t believe what he’s hearing.
“It’s just incredible!” the principal gushes. “To think that not only one, but two of our students managed to get into U.A! And your acceptance in particular is a miracle among miracles, Midoriya!”
Izuku chuckles sheepishly, and beside him, Katsuki stands perfectly still. Surely, his ears must be deceiving him. Otherwise, how in the fuck did a Quirkless piece of shit manage to pass the most difficult entrance exam in the entire country?
He must have cheated. There’s no other explanation. Katsuki grits his teeth, having to suffer through the rest of the principal’s spiel, even though he wants nothing more than to unleash a few explosions and completely blow up the room.
But against all odds, Katsuki manages to hold himself back.
At least, until he’s away from the teachers’ discerning eyes.
“Deku, you fucking asshole!” Katsuki roars, grabbing Izuku by the collar of his shirt and screaming unabashed. “What kind of tricks did you pull to get into U.A? How in the hell did you cheat your way through the exam? I told you from the start to go somewhere else!”
God, how badly Katsuki wants to beat the shit out of him right now. He has no qualms about doing it. Who does this bastard think he is, constantly undermining him and acting like he’s the hottest shit to walk the Earth? At the end of the day, he’s nothing but a Quirkless, spineless wimp. Any moment now and he’ll start crying like a little bitch, just like he always does.
But much to Katsuki’s horror, for the first time ever, Izuku stands his ground.
“Someone told me... that I can become a hero,” Izuku grits out, swallowing his tears before they can overflow. “I’ve worked hard... and I’ve earned the right to do this. So, no matter what you say, I’m going!”
With a hasty gasp, Izuku pushes away from him and breaks free. Once again, Katsuki finds himself standing still with a blank, disbelieving expression.
Deku got into U.A. That loser Deku... he seriously got into the same school as me?
Katsuki feels sick to his stomach, and the rage bubbling up to the surface is so overwhelming that it threatens to swallow him whole.
You have the misfortune of crossing his path at the worst possible moment.
“Katsuki?” you call out with a frown. “What’s going on? Why are you just standing there? I’m pretty sure you didn’t have cleaning duty today.”
It takes a few moments, but he eventually turns towards you.
Quite frankly, he’s in no mood to be dealing with anyone, let alone one of the most talkative people in his entire class. You’re a social butterfly in every sense of the word, which is probably why you’re almost never alone. Really, seeing you all by yourself like this is an oddity.
“By the way, I heard you got into U.A,” you beam. “That’s awesome. You said you were gonna do it, and then you really pulled it off. I’m happy for you.”
Katsuki narrows his eyes. He has no use for words of empty praise. It makes him feel needy, and he knows he’s better than anyone else, so why should their opinions of him matter? Normally, he would’ve probably told you to piss off and get lost, but right now, he’s so angry that it’s actually making him stay rather quiet.
Suddenly, he has a thought.
You’re incredibly popular. Not just because you’re so friendly with everyone, but it’s common knowledge that a lot of people in the class have a crush on you. And as much as it pains Katsuki to admit, he can understand why. He’s always thought you’re very pretty—not that he would ever consider wasting his time with dating someone, but still. Based off appearance alone, you’re quite easy on the eyes.
So, even though Katsuki doesn’t have a crush on you, he knows that Izuku does.
Izuku’s never been good at hiding his embarrassment. It's clear as day how he feels about you, based on how quickly he turns red whenever you spare him a few words in class. Granted, Izuku is shy around most girls in general, but Katsuki can tell that you hold a special place in his heart.
Izuku likes you. Izuku wants you.
If Katsuki takes you for himself, then maybe, just maybe, some of this anger will dissipate.
“Come here,” Katsuki mutters. He grabs you by the arm and starts pulling you back inside the school, much to your bewilderment.
“What’s up?” you blink. “Where are we going?”
He doesn’t respond. Instead, he leads you through the hallways, up until he finally reaches his destination.
The boys’ washroom.
“Um, I can’t go in there,” you protest, but Katsuki pulls you inside anyways, and he doesn’t let go until you’re locked inside one of the stalls with him.
You glance around nervously. “Katsuki, seriously. I get being rebellious and all that, but if I get caught in here, the teachers are probably gonna give me detention.”
God. You’re so hot, but you just never shut the fuck up.
Katsuki decides to shut you up himself.
He slams his lips against yours, and he can feel the way you flinch in surprise. You try to pull away, flustered beyond measure, but he grips the back of your head and holds you in place, deepening the kiss as much as possible.
Finally, you manage to push him back.
“Fucking hell!” you gasp, cheeks burning. “Katsuki, you... what the hell was that about? You scared the shit out of me!”
Katsuki runs a finger across his lips. That kiss was a lot more enjoyable than he’d been expecting. It was also his first kiss, but he’s not the type to place any importance on that kind of stuff. Besides, this won’t end with just a kiss.
No, if he really wants to stick it to Izuku and steal something from him, he’s going to need a lot more.
Before you can say anything else, Katsuki grabs you by the shoulders and forces you down until you collapse to the ground on your knees. You splutter, caught off-guard once again, but he doesn’t let you rise to your feet. He stands above you, holding you in place, and then, much to your horror, removes his belt and pulls out his stiff, throbbing cock.
Your eyes are completely wide. “Wh-What the hell are you doing? Stop that. Katsuki, I’m serious. You’re scaring me.”
Katsuki wishes he could say that he cared, but in this moment, nothing matters other than his hatred for Izuku.
You part your lips as if you’re about to scream, but Katsuki thrusts his cock into your mouth before you have the chance.
“Suck it,” he demands, and he resists the urge to shudder, because holy hell does your mouth feel amazing. To think that he’s having his first kiss and his first blowjob all in one day. It’s funny how things work out.
Tears well up in your eyes, both from fear and shock, as well as the unwelcome intrusion in your mouth. Since Katsuki isn’t an idiot and he knows that you could very well rat him out for doing this, he quickly pulls out his phone and snaps a lovely picture to commemorate the moment.
“Look,” he chuckles cruelly. “What a great shot. I’m warning you, but if you dare to use your teeth or go around telling people about this, I’m spreading this picture everywhere, and you can kiss your future goodbye.”
Realization flashes through your misty eyes, and instead of attempting to fight back, you whimper as a few tears roll down your cheeks.
Katsuki doesn't want to admit it, but the sight of you crying really turns him on.
“Now, suck,” he says again.
It’s clear that you don’t have a choice. Swallowing yet another sob, you squeeze your eyes shut out of sheer mortification, then start guiding your lips up and down his cock, licking and sucking to the best of your ability.
Katsuki lets out a deep, content sigh. Fuck, this feels so good. He wonders why he didn’t ever try it until now. He’s really been missing out.
Get a load of this. Deku’s bitch is choking on my dick right now. If he knew what I was doing with her... he’d probably lose his mind.
A devilish sneer cuts across his lips, and he doesn’t stop to think for even a moment that what he’s doing right now—taking advantage of an innocent girl— is the furthest thing possible from being a hero.
Instead, he steadies his hand more firmly against the back of your head, then pushes down hard, forcing you to deepthroat him.
“Oh, shit,” Katsuki moans. He swears he’s seeing stars right now. It feels like he’s melting inside your mouth. It’s so, so hot. Already, he can tell that he’s getting addicted.
You gag violently, thrashing in protest as his cock bottoms out against the back of your throat. You’re sobbing without pause now, and Katsuki never thought that someone could still look so good while crying. Pretty bitches like you definitely have it made. Even if you don’t end up becoming a hero or finding a reputable career, he’s sure you could still make a nice dime from selling your body.
“You’re so hot, [Name],” Katsuki says, praising you one moment, and laughing at you the next. He’s outright fucking your face now, no longer holding anything back. His thrusts are sloppy and erratic, and the hand he’s using to hold onto your head is mainly just so that he won’t lose his pace.
Perhaps he’s going a bit too hard, because your eyes are glassy and unfocused, as if you’re on the verge of passing out.
“Hey. Come on.” Katsuki lightly slaps your cheek a few times. “Stay with me. I’m close. Keep sucking until the very end.”
You stifle yet another sob, having to choke it down so that you can take a proper breath. Katsuki grins crudely, cheeks flushed in delight as you continue to endure his cock being brutally rammed down your throat.
The sight of your pretty face choking on his cock is already good enough, but when Katsuki imagines Izuku crying if he were to walk into this scene, all of a sudden, his arousal spikes a hundredfold.
“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna cum,” Katsuki pants, fucking your face harder and harder. “Shit, I’m really gonna—swallow it! Make sure to swallow all of my cum...!”
He comes the very next second, making no attempt to be quiet as he lets out a deep, guttural groan. He holds your head in place and doesn’t dare to loosen his grip, not until he’s positive that most of his thick, milky essence has gone down your throat.
Finally, he pulls away and allows you to breathe.
You gasp, assaulted by a sudden influx of air. A few droplets of his cum spill from your lips and splatter onto the bathroom tiles. It’s so overwhelming that you keel over, dizzy from asphyxiation. You lay on the ground, helpless and weak, and your tears soon mix with the leftover cum that’s dripping down your chin.
Katsuki takes one last look at you, then decides to snap yet another picture, just so he can look back on this moment and recount it in graphic detail. Perhaps he’ll have to solicit your company again some other time. This was actually pretty fun.
He leaves you on the bathroom floor and walks out. There isn’t the slightest twinge of guilt in his chest. There’s no shame or remorse over what he’s just done.
Instead, the anger from earlier has almost completely cleared, and his shoulders feel lighter.
I win, Deku.
Violence, Sexual themes
INFATUATION - Yandere!Chisaki Kai x Quirkless!Reader
Sickness was inescapable. No matter where Chisaki looked, it was there. Thanks to the disgusting malady known as Quirks, the whole world was practically teeming with it.
I shouldn’t be here.
Chisaki scrunched up his nose as he waited in line, putting as much distance possible between himself and the other customers. He had a splitting headache and was in desperate need of coffee, but it was starting to feel like it wasn’t worth it. If only he’d been closer to home, then he wouldn’t have even thought to expose himself to all this chatter and filth.
Thankfully, the mask he wore was enough to intimidate most of the other customers, and they were wary of giving him his space. He’d also been glaring at them with visible murderous intent, which probably helped.
He eventually made it to the front counter, where a young woman with a pretty smile greeted him.
“Hello,” you beamed. “What can I get for you today?”
You were beautiful, no question about it, but that alone wasn’t enough to break through Chisaki’s mysophobia. The thought of being touched by anyone other than Pops made him shudder in revulsion. Every person he met was sick. Just because you were rather easy on the eyes didn’t make that any less true.
“A small coffee,” Chisaki muttered. “Make it black. I don’t care for sugary things.”
You nodded happily. “Sure thing. And what name can I put down for your order?”
For a moment, he considered giving you the alias he’d taken on since becoming the leader of the Shie Hassaikai —Overhaul—but he supposed using his villain name so carelessly might arouse some suspicion.
“Just Chisaki is fine.”
It was a name he’d discarded of for the most part, and when he uttered the syllables, he couldn’t help but feel they sounded a bit foreign.
Perhaps he had made the right choice though, because your pleasant smile grew even wider after the fact.
“That’s a lovely name,” you complimented, then rung the order in and accepted his payment. “It’ll be ready soon. Thank you!”
Chisaki couldn’t deny that he was attracted to you, which is why is was such a shame. A shame that you were just as diseased as everyone else.
Or so he’d thought.
“Damn, [Name], you’re still working here?” an arrogant voice chuckled cruelly. “I thought they would’ve fired your Quirkless ass by now.”
Quirkless...?
Chisaki felt his brows lift. Instinctively, he turned back towards the counter and found that a group of people appeared to be heckling you—if your bitter expression was any indication.
Your beautiful smile was nowhere to be found. “Can I please take your order?” you frowned. “There are other customers still waiting.”
Needless to say, the people bullying you didn’t relent, not for a single moment. They made a big show of uttering all sorts of vile insults, and Chisaki could see the way your shoulders were trembling as you desperately tried to retain your composure.
They’re a bunch of idiots. She’s the normal one, not them. I can’t believe they would take pride in being diseased.
Chisaki felt as if he’d just found a goldmine. He’d finally met someone who struck his fancy, and not only that, but you were Quirkless. You were free of the malady that plagued the vast majority of the population.
He would be an idiot not to act.
“You’re making a fool of yourselves,” he sneered, stepping closer to them. He normally hated to get near anyone, but in the interest of intimidating these assholes, he supposed he had no choice. “I suggest you walk away before you embarrass yourselves any further. You’re holding up the line and getting on everyone’s nerves. Disease-ridden scum.”
“Huh?” the ringleader of the crew scoffed. “What’s your deal, douchebag? We can say whatever the hell we want. It’s a free country.”
As much as Chisaki hated Quirks, his Quirk was entirely necessary if he wanted to purge this world and rid it of its filth. If he so desired, he could kill these morons on the spot, but that would hardly be a smart move. Besides, he didn’t want to risk scaring you off.
He was still going to kill them, though. Just not right now.
As it turned out, they were the type to talk a big game, but didn’t have the guts to follow through with their words. All it took was one violent glare from Chisaki’s golden eyes, and they seemed to buckle under the pressure.
“Leave,” he demanded. “Get the hell out of here before I make you regret it.”
They exchanged nervous glances before letting out a series of huffs and storming out of the store. What a bunch of cowards. He could have killed them all with his eyes closed.
Once they were gone, he turned back towards you.
“Are you alright?” he asked. “It sounded like they knew you. Does this sort of thing happen regularly?”
You strained a smile. “Just some people I used to go to school with. It’s okay. I know they’re just trying to get a rise out of me. But thank you for speaking up. That was really nice of you. Oh, and... your order’s ready, by the way.”
You slid the coffee over to him, and Chisaki wasn’t exactly sure what possessed him, but he went out of his way to ensure that his gloved fingers brushed against yours as he grabbed the cup. You didn’t have a Quirk, after all, which meant that you weren’t sick like the others.
Even though I touched her, I don’t have any hives.
You couldn’t see it because of his mask, but Chisaki was smiling. His spur-of-the-moment decision to come here had really paid off.
“I realize you’re working right now, but would you be willing to give me your number?” he asked. “I find you to be incredibly beautiful, and the fact that you’re Quirkless doesn’t bother me. In fact, I prefer it that way.”
Red hues burst across your cheeks, and you timidly bowed your head. “Oh, um... thank you,” you said with a shy smile. “I’m very flattered that you think so. I’m pretty sure I’m not really supposed to give out my number while I’m at work, but my shift is close to being over. If you’d like, maybe we could talk for a little while once I’m done?”
Chisaki nodded, feeling his chest swell with excitement. “Yes, that would be perfect, thank you. I’m more than happy to wait.”
True to your word, it didn’t take much longer for your shift to finish. You ended up taking a walk together outside, and Chisaki was so fixated on you that he hardly took any sips of his coffee, which was surely getting cold. He could tell that you were very friendly and open-minded, considering the fact that you’d so readily given him a chance. Perhaps you appreciated that he’d stood up for you. The thought of you being grateful and indebted to him thrilled Chisaki more than he could even put into words.
“This was really nice, but I should probably head home soon,” you admitted. “I need to get some studying done. I have exams coming up soon. But I had a lot of fun! You’re such a nice person, Chisaki. I’m a bit curious, though. Why do you say you’d prefer for someone to be Quirkless?”
“Quirks are a disease,” Chisaki immediately replied. “They are a mutation. Humans didn’t used to possess such powers in the past. What happened to the human species was a massive and detrimental genetic shift. Our bodies are no longer the way they once used to be, natural and unblemished. Quirks are a plague upon humanity.”
“I suppose they are a mutation, but...” You paused, then gave him a puzzled look. “It’s strange. Most people go crazy over Quirks, especially since it’s allowed for so many heroes to surface. To be honest, I’m used to being harassed over the fact that I don’t have a Quirk. It’s my first time meeting someone with a mindset like yours, and I have to admit, it’s really refreshing. You don’t look down on me, and... it means more than I can express.”
She already considers me to be special.
The way you gazed at him with pure adoration in your eyes... Chisaki decided right then and there that he had to make you his.
The first thing he did after you gave him your contact information was to look up anything and everything he could possibly find out about you. He had some of his underlings do some digging on their own end. You let a few details slip while you texted back and forth with him—the name of the university you attended, for instance—and slowly but surely, he was able to piece together the various aspects of your life.
Even though you’d only just met, Chisaki was already infatuated with you. He had never had a such a strong desire to claim someone. He’d never yearned to be touched before, but ever since he’d met you, all he could think of was roaming his hands over every inch of your body, and letting you do the very same to him.
His morality had long since gone out the window ever since he began experimenting on Eri to develop the anti-Quirk bullets, so he didn’t even bat an eye when he started stalking you all the way back to your apartment.
The more you talked, and the more research he did on his own time, the more he learned about you—and good lord, every part of you really was perfect. He could hardly stand this anymore. You’d only just recently become acquaintances, and your relationship surely wasn’t developed enough for you to see him in a romantic light, but Chisaki was tired of waiting. He’d already waited his entire adult life to find someone he was interested in. Enough was enough.
That evening, he broke into your apartment, and you found yourself pinned to the floor by him.
“C-Chisaki?” you stammered nervously. Your eyes were wide and trembling as you gazed up at him. “What’s happening? How... how did you get in? I don’t even think I told you where I lived...”
Instead of gracing you with a response, Chisaki did the thing he’d been yearning to do ever since you’d first met.
He removed his gloves and allowed his bare fingers to sink into your soft flesh.
“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned. His lower half was throbbing with arousal; it already felt like he was about to burst. “You’re perfect, [Name]. Just perfect. All for me.”
He ran his fingers across every curve of your body, and by now you were already kicking and screaming, begging for him to release you. Tears blurred your vision. You couldn’t seem to understand why he was acting so differently all of a sudden, but you didn’t realize that this was nothing out of the ordinary. These were his true feelings for you, and he was a far more deranged man than you could have possibly known.
Chisaki gripped your wrists with one hand to hold you in place, then used his other hand to remove his mask. You were finally able to see his face in full for the first time. He’d always known he was objectively handsome, so he supposed you must have been quite thrilled with this turn-out.
But you only cried harder.
“Chisaki, please,” you sobbed. “I-I’m really scared. I don’t understand why you’re doing this. I liked you. We were getting to know each other... weren’t we? I promise I won’t cut you out of my life as long as you stop this right now.”
She’s so adorable.
Chisaki couldn’t help but crack a little grin. You were gorgeous when you smiled, but the sight of your pretty face drenched in tears wasn’t half-bad either. He understood why you were a bit surprised, but you would come to terms with things quickly enough. You were interested in him too. That much was obvious. All he was doing was accelerating the process a bit, that’s all.
“You’re exactly the kind of person I’ve been waiting for,” he breathed, cradling your cheek with one hand. He let the weight of his body keep you pressed to the ground, and you squeezed your eyes shut when his face drew closer to yours. “We’re going to be very happy together,” he insisted. “Now that I have you, everything is falling into place. The Shie Hassaikai will rise to its former glory again, and I’ll have the perfect bride through it all.”
Chisaki paused for just a moment, reveling in how utterly helpless you were, then smashed his lips against yours. It was his first kiss, and he was sharing it with the most perfect person. Your lips were so soft and inviting. The way they trembled furiously as your tears fell just turned him on even more.
He groaned into your mouth, plunging his tongue down your throat and forcing you to accept his twisted love. You choked from how forceful he was being. In between your whimpers and uncontrollable shaking, you didn’t have the strength or lucidity to put up a proper fight.
Chisaki eventually broke away from the sloppy kiss, strings of saliva rolling down his chin as he gasped for breath. For a man deprived of touch for so long, it was almost too much stimulation for him to bear.
“Perfect,” he mumbled again. “You’re so perfect, [Name]. I won’t let you get away. You’ll see that we’re meant to be together.”
He grabbed your hand, which was limp and barely able to hold itself up, then pressed your palm down against his boner.
“Now, then,” he said, licking his lips. “How about we make each other feel really good?”
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Can i have a scenario with aizawa vs a villain that is always flirty with him, untill him decides its enough for him and they end up in a steamy situation and she gives up to him cause she reeeeeally likes him😳
If enough people like this scenario, I'll probably write a part 2
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Aizawa narrowed his eyes. God, this was such a pain. It was always the same game of cat and mouse, and to make matters even worse, you insisted on being an insufferable tease every time.
"What's the matter, Eraserhead?" you giggled, deftly evading his cloths. "You look like you're having a hard time catching me. By the way, you're as hot as ever. What would it take to let me ride you?"
Precocious little brat.
You were absolutely incorrigible. Ever since you'd first crossed paths, he'd been victim to countless of your shameless attempts to flirt with him. He'd never expected that he would have to deal with a villain that seemed interested in getting into his pants at any given opportunity. He knew he had to take his job seriously, and you were actively breaking the law, but it was difficult to stay focused — not only because you kept goading him on, but also because you were far more attractive than he could stand.
Aizawa was ashamed to admit that he'd masturbated to the thought of you more times than he could count. It was a mixture of frustration at always failing to apprehend you, but most of it was just lust, plain and simple. It also didn't help that your villain costume was so goddamn revealing.
"This is the last time I let you get off easy," Aizawa muttered.
That was what he said, but the truth of the matter was that you were remarkably difficult to catch. Even when he canceled your Quirk, it didn't make a difference. You were naturally agile and skilled at hand-to-hand combat, as well as a master of weaponry. Aizawa wondered if he would ever be able to arrest you.
As far as villains went, you hadn't committed any particularly heinous crimes, but the law was still the law. You also had a habit of almost only appearing in front of him. Aizawa was a grown man, so it was obvious to see that you were attracted to him — either romantically or purely sexually. Plus, the comments you made were already a dead giveaway.
You evaded his attacks once more, then hoisted yourself up on a nearby rooftop and grinned down at him from above.
"I have a proposition for you," you grinned. "Fuck me just this once, and I'll let you arrest me. I'm pretty confident I'll be able to break out of prison anyways, but this way you get to take credit for a job well done, right?"
Aizawa's brow twitched. "Don't patronize me. I don't need any freebies, and I'm not stupid enough to believe that a villain would hold up their end up the bargain."
"I can prove it," you insisted, and to Aizawa's immense surprise, you jumped down from the roof and landed mere inches in front of him. His hero instincts took over, and he bound you in his cloths without so much as blinking. You didn't bother to struggle, though. In fact, if the flush on your cheeks was anything to go off, he might've thought you actually enjoyed being tied up. "Oh no," you mused. "I've been caught. Are you going to punish me now?"
You really were a piece of work, and as much as Aizawa wanted to pretend like he was above all this, he could already feel his cock throbbing.
He decided to give in to your provocations, just this once.
"Maybe I am," he gritted out, then shoved you against the nearest wall, while your limbs were still bound. He pushed down you down by shoulders until you collapsed onto your knees in front of him. He could see your grin getting wide with excitement as he used his free hand to pull down his pants and reveal his boner.
"Oh my god," you moaned, pressing your thighs together in anticipation. "Your dick looks amazing. I've been wanting to see it for so long."
Aizawa had to admit that the prospect of doing something so taboo — a hero fucking a villain — was really, really turning him on.
"Since you're such a needy little slut, I'll be nice this time and give you what you want." He grabbed fistfuls of your hair and pulled you in until the tip of his cock was pressed against your cheek. "Now, suck it."
Despite being a villain, you were awfully obedient when it came to such matters. You didn't need to be told twice before you were dragging your tongue all the way up the length of his shaft.
Aizawa let out a quiet hiss. Fuck. Even just your tongue already felt incredible. As much as he wanted to maintain the illusion that he was completely composed right now, his heart was beating ridiculously fast.
"So good," you breathed, licking and sucking with an enthusiasm he hadn't known was possible. You swirled your tongue around the head of his cock, then puckered your lips, sucking in awfully hard.
Aizawa could feel his self-control dissolving the longer he stared at your sinful expression. He just couldn't get enough of how you looked to be completely transfixed on his cock, strings of saliva spilling out over your lips.
He inhaled, then gripped your head tighter.
"I believe I told you to suck. What are you taking your time and messing around for? Do it properly."
He shoved his entire cock into your mouth, making sure that it bottomed out against the back of your throat. You gagged from the sudden intrusion, a few tears reflexively prickling at your eyes, but your arms were tied up, so you couldn't push him away.
He doubted you would've actually wanted to, though.
Aizawa barely even bothered to stifle his groans as he fucked your face relentlessly. The sound of you choking and struggling to breathe while you were forced to deepthroat him was honestly like music to his ears. He wanted to burn this image into his mind; remember every little detail so that he could jerk off to it later on.
"Fuck," he growled, thrusting sloppily, "your mouth feels so good. I guess a slutty villain like you has probably been around quite a bit. Well, how is it? How does it feel to have a hero violate you?"
Tears were streaming down your face, and your cheeks were a flushed mess of crimson hues. You gagged in between your moans, but didn't make the slightest attempt to fight back. Aizawa loved seeing you like this. After being unable to apprehend you more times than he could even count, the sight of you being completely at his mercy was almost too good to be true.
Aizawa bit back a gasp. "Shit... I'm already about to cum. Drink it all up. If you waste even a single drop, I'm not going to forgive you."
Between how roughly he was thrusting into your mouth, it was incredible that you managed to nod hazily. Aizawa couldn't help but crack a crooked grin at your fucked-out and nearly delirious expression. This was easily the most turned on he'd ever been.
He came a few moments later, busting his entire load into your mouth. Ever the obedient girl, you swallowed every last spurt of his thick cum. Even though you were probably desperate for air by now, you stayed perfectly still and let it all slide down the back of your throat.
Aizawa eventually pulled back, delighted to see you smiling through your tears, chest heaving under the heavy weight of your arousal.
"You taste so good," you panted, strings of cum glued to your lips and chin. "That was amazing. I can't believe I just sucked your cock. I love you so much..."
Aizawa felt himself blush ten times more fiercely than before. Fooling around was one thing, but to hear you say that loved him was a different thing entirely. It seemed like your feelings for him were a lot more serious than he'd first though.
After a brief pause, Aizawa eventually released you from his cloths, and just as promised, you made no attempt to run away.
"I guess I'll go to jail now," you sighed. "Oh, well. It was worth it. I wonder how long it'll take me to get back out."
I should turn her into the police. She's still a villain.
Aizawa was a hero, and he had a duty towards the public. But at the same time... you weren't really hurting anyone. You'd pulled off a few robberies to make your name known, and shortly after, you'd started appearing around him, but not much else.
He couldn't believe he was having such conflicting thoughts. There was only one right call, and he was struggling to make it.
Aizawa adjusted his pants in place and turned away from you. "Leave," he grimaced. "Before I change my mind. Like I said before, I don't want any freebies. I can apprehend you on my own terms, without needing to be given a handicap."
You stood up with a gasp. "Y-You're letting me go? So, then... will we get to do this again?"
Aizawa was unwilling to show you his expression, so he kept on facing away from you. It was better this way, otherwise you would've been able to see the grin creeping onto his lips.
The next time you ended up meeting, Aizawa was going to give you the pounding of your life.
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Drunk& horny tamaki, Katsuki, and shinsou headcanons plssssssss
Katsuki:
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Tamaki:
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Shinsou:
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tamaki and izuku with a upbeat, happy-go-lucky, energetic s/o who's always smiling and very extroverted?
Izuku:
Tamaki:
hello! could i request for hcs where bakugo has a clingy babbly girl who always bugs him by following him around (bonus points: THEY'RE NEIGHBORS) and says she loves him all the time but he always just scoffs and ignores her then one time she ends up giving up or getting hurt and ends up distancing herself in the process and he starts to seek her out oMg you can take it from there IM JUST SO HAPPY YOUR ASK BOX IS OPEN YOURE MY FAVE BNHA IMAGINE BLOG AHH
I made this into a scenario instead of headcanons. Hope that's ok!
From the moment you moved into the house across from his, you'd already decided that you would stick to Katsuki like glue.
You just couldn't help it. After all, he stood out from the rest (even if it was in a bad way at times), which made it almost impossible for you to keep your eyes off him. He was headstrong and brave, not to mention incredibly attractive. Before you'd realized it, you were crushing on him hard.
But being the kind of person that you were, it didn't occur to you to try and hide your feelings. Instead, you clung to his side and made sure to seek him out at every available opportunity. You were incredibly thankful to have made it into U.A, because it allowed you to see him during class as well.
At the beginning, Katsuki thought you would give up and get bored of pestering him after a while. He clearly didn't seem to realize just how strongly you felt about him.
No matter how often he scoffed at you or told you to get lost, you were still right there, grinning at him ear-to-ear.
"I love you, Katsuki!"
Words that the average person struggled to say fell from your lips without so much as a second thought. The first time Katsuki had heard you say you loved him, his eyes had gone wider than ever. He even wondered if you were just playing a prank on him or something.
She's such an idiot, he thought. She doesn't even mean that. It's so dumb.
He'd long since convinced himself that you were just some ditzy girl without a serious bone in your body. That was why, even when you kept on insisting that you loved him - more than anything, as you so often stressed - Katsuki didn't take it to heart. He never stopped to actually consider that you were telling him the honest and unfiltered truth.
Until the day you got upset with him.
"Quit it with that sappy shit," he snapped. "I'm tired of hearing you spew the same garbage all the time."
It was just like any another day. You were clinging onto his arm and gushing about how much you loved him. As much as Katsuki wanted to say that he'd gotten to used to this by now, the truth was that he hadn't. Every time you hugged him or got extra close and said those kinds of things, he could feel his chest getting tight and his cheeks burning. Even if you were just running your mouth without meaning what you said, it was still embarrassing as all hell. And despite what most people probably thought, he did get flustered.
That was why he lashed out at you. He was fed up with being the only one to get worked up while you said all that stuff without even batting an eye. It wasn't like he actually disliked you or anything. Far from it, in fact. Even if he wouldn't admit it, you were the person he considered closest to him.
Perhaps that's why he felt comfortable speaking brashly. He'd always done it until now; why should today be any different?
Needless to say, dejection was quick to sweep across your face. You looked weary all of a sudden. You weren't smiling the way you usually did.
"Okay," you said softly. "I'm sorry. I just thought... I don't know. But I'm sorry. I should've taken the hint by now."
From that day onward, you didn't say a single word to him. You breezed past him in the hallways without so much as glancing his way. You didn't bother asking to walk home with him the way you usually did. Even when your parents came over to hang out at Katsuki's place - since your families were on good terms - you didn't come along with them. You purposefully stayed home, as if you no longer wanted anything to do with him. You were avoiding him. Did you not like him all of a sudden, or what the fuck?
Katsuki had always been stubborn, even as a child, so it took him a while to come to terms with the fact that he missed having you around. He missed having you cling to him and smile like you didn't have a single worry in the world. He missed seeing your cute face and feeling your arms wrap him in a hug.
Katsuki had liked you back for a while, but he was just too hardheaded to see it.
After finally coming to the realization that having you around was something he wanted, Katsuki did what he'd never done before and sought you out himself.
He managed to corner you during lunch, in the cafeteria, so that you couldn't try and pull a fast one on him. As expected, you refused to so much as meet eyes with him, but when Katsuki put his mind to something, he couldn't be deterred.
"You're done ignoring me," he frowned, grabbing you by the hand. Even though you tried to protest, he held on tight. "I need to talk to you. Aren't you going to hear me out?"
Katsuki didn't even realize it, but his gaze was nowhere near as confident and assured as it usually was. In fact, it was almost as if his eyes were pleading for you to stay. He really, really wanted you to stay with him.
Luckily, you'd always been the better person. Certainly a better person he was.
You nodded slowly. "Alright. Let's talk."
Relief couldn't even begin to express what Katsuki felt. For a moment, he thought he might faint from the stress. He was worried that you were seriously done with him for good. But you were giving him another chance, and this time, he wasn't going to screw it up.
Katsuki gripped your hand as tightly as he could while the two of you walked out of the cafeteria together. His eyes scanned the surrounding area, searching for someplace quiet and secluded. Confessing his feelings was actually a much more frightening thought than he would've liked to admit, but you were special to him. For you, he could set aside his petty pride.
After all, you were worth it.
Maybe shigaraki having a crush on a league member and he gets her to sit in his lap while he plays video games?
Cute. You were way too goddamn cute. As much as Shigaraki hated to admit it, he'd turned into a lovestruck fool from the moment he laid eyes on you.
When Dabi had first suggested inviting another member into the League, he'd had his doubts. Shigaraki had since grown comfortable with the allies he'd accrued. He didn't want to expand his circle too much. He had a hard enough time trusting people as it was.
Needless to say, when you turned up to the hideout with that adorable smile of yours, he found it difficult to refuse. Obviously, he didn't trust you right from the start - you had to earn his trust, the way everyone else had. But slowly and surely, you made it clear that you were faithful to the League and proved time and time again that your ambitions and desires aligned with his.
Now that it had gotten to this point, Shigaraki could safely say that he had a massive crush on you.
And quite frankly, he hated it. It was an unfamiliar feeling, the likes of which made his stomach clench up uncomfortably. He was used to being in a perpetually shitty mood, but this was different somehow. Even though his chest got all tight when he stared at you for too long, the sensation wasn't wholly unpleasant.
As a result of being in constant turmoil and struggling to make sense of his own warped feelings, he ended up lashing out at you unintentionally.
"Get out of my way," he would snap on one occasion.
"Why do you keep staring at me? If you've got something to say, just say it," he might also sneer.
Put simply, he found it difficult to interact with you, because you brought out weakness in him. You made him feel shaky and uncertain. Timid and withdrawn.
But in spite of all that, you weren't deterred. You were always constantly smiling during every one of your interactions. If his words hurt you, then you certainly didn't let it show. You kept on treating him with kindness and consideration, which was quite frankly more than he deserved.
Shigaraki wanted to act on his feelings, but given that he had no experience in this department, he didn't know how.
So, he decided to stick with what he was comfortable with and use it to break the ice.
"Come in here," Shigaraki demanded. He was your boss, so technically speaking, you had to listen to most of what he said.
You were completely unfazed to have been summoned to his room. As always, you were smiling. Fucking hell, how was it possible for someone to be that cute?
"I'm here," you beamed. "What's up?"
Shigaraki pointed to the spot beside him. "Sit down. Stay here while I play my game."
"Oh. Is that all?"
"Yes," he frowned. "Is there a problem?"
"Not at all!" you chirped, happily bounding over to his side. Just as he'd insisted, you plopped down right beside him, getting awfully close. Shigaraki couldn't deny the fact that his heart was going crazy right now.
He gripped his controller a bit tighter. "Okay. Just stay there. Watch me beat this level."
His red eyes flickered towards the screen of his TV instead of staring at you. It was better this way. It was better for him to have something to focus on while the two of you interacted, otherwise he would risk making a fool out of himself.
Unfortunately, even his endless video game prowess couldn't quite compensate for how distracting you were. You were sitting so close that your shoulders kept brushing up against his, and apart from the low volume of the TV, the room was almost deathly quiet, allowing him to hear every soft exhale you let out.
Even worse, he started feeling stupidly self-conscious for some reason. He suddenly worried that you might not think he was good enough at the game and judge him for it. These self-deprecating thoughts ate away at him, and he could feel himself playing worse and worse as the minutes dragged on.
Shigaraki swallowed, fingers trembling against the controller. "I can't focus," he admitted. "I don't usually play this bad."
"What are you talking about?" you laughed. "You're a million times better than I could ever hope to be. It would have taken me more than a week to clear that last boss fight."
There it was again. You were comforting him, the way you always did. Normally, he hated feeling like he was being offered superficial pity. After all, people pretending to give a shit was the whole reason this hero society was a sham. But from you, strangely enough, it always felt genuine. He never had to doubt your intentions or read into things too much.
You actually cared about him. That thought alone was enough to overwhelm him with emotion.
Feeling emboldened by your encouraging words, Shigaraki mustered up the nerve to utter his next sentence.
"I think I'd play better if you were sitting on my lap," he mumbled.
Shit. Why'd I go and say that? She'll definitely think I'm creeping on her now.
But it seemed that you just kept on surprising him. That smile of yours that he'd since come to love didn't falter in the slightest. If anything, it just grew even wider.
"Sure thing," you grinned, and without wasting a beat, seated yourself right in his lap.
Now Shigaraki was panicking for a different reason altogether. He hadn't really thought things through this far. You were actually sitting on his lap. He could feel the curve of your ass pressing flush against his lower half, and already, his face was a mess of crimson hues.
You turned towards him. He noticed that your grin had become a bit more coy. "What's wrong?" you teased. "Isn't this what you asked for? Come on. I want to see you play some more."
"Shut up," Shigaraki grimaced, having to bite back the strangled gasp that threatened to leave his lips. He decided to rise to your challenge and keep on playing, not that it even mattered anymore. He'd already won big-time by getting to be this close to you.
Unsurprisingly, his gaming performance deteriorated even further from that point onwards. You knew exactly what you were doing to him, letting out giggles and wiggling your butt under the pretense of 'trying to get more comfortable'. Shigaraki was trying his damn best to keep his excitement from showing, but he imagined he was probably failing terribly.
"Hey, Tomura," you said suddenly. You placed a hand on top of his and slowly moved the controller out of the way. Your eyes sparkled with mischief. "Is playing video games really all you wanted to do? Before you answer, you should know that I can feel how hard you are."
Shigaraki's blush deepened. Right. You were many things, but an idiot wasn't one of them. Not that he'd really been subtle in the first place.
"I guess not," he admitted, awkwardly avoiding your gaze. "So, then... what else would we do?"
"We could make out," you grinned. Your face moved closer to his, and he had to remind himself not to get too excited and accidentally grab hold of you with all five of his fingers.
"I've never done anything like that before," he said, feeling a touch ashamed by the admission.
But he should have known better. He should have known you wouldn't care, not when you'd treated him more warmly than anyone else in his life.
"It's okay," you hummed, shifting your position on his lip so that you were now fully facing him. You let your arms dangle over his shoulders. "I'll teach you," was the last thing you said, pressing your lips against his.
How would Katsuki react to an s/o that can’t have babies because of their quirk? thanks love!!
