#tw.snuff

The way Enel delights in destroying Skypiea and seeing his followers, his little lambs, fear for their lives and then ending those very same little existences made me think … 

We know he's lazy, that he has a grand attitude - it's why I think that if he wanted to fuck you, he wouldn't just order you to do it. 

He knows you'd do it if he just asked you to but isn't that boring? Every single one of his servants would. They'd slit their own throats if it was for some greater good he proclaimed, especially little old you. He sees it in your eyes, in the way you stand by his side, how you nervously peel a banana for him when he asks you to, how you stutter your answers, always eyeing him if your words are the right ones, if you're agreeable enough. 

He enjoys toying with you, picking on you in his little ways - the thought of making you do debauched things in front of his court sometimes tickles the back of his mind, but he still has a reputation to uphold. 

So he bids his time.

Out of all the followers in his shrine, it makes sense to kill you last. You watch them getting cut down, one by one - all shocked and scared - and it's so beautiful to see. You’re all nothing but pests to him, little things he uses to get what he desires. It’s cathartic to finally have you grasp the full extend of his power, for each and every one of you to cower and snivel and plead - and you’re no better, no, you’re fucking worse because he kept you for last. Crumpled to the ground, nothing more than a mess of snot and tears, hands pressed over chittering teeth, you beg him with your shaky voice, torn between asking him why he's doing this and to spare you. He answers neither, he just smiles.

It's delicious to see the realization in your face that he - your god, your protector - betrayed you, is out to destroy, to kill. You devoted your whole existence to him and he doesn't care, even seems to hate you for it.

The way betrayal and fear swim in your wide eyes and you shake with hysteria, with grief and pain and terror is so, so satisfying. He can see your faith and innate need for survival fight each other, can watch how the urge to run away is making your hands twitchy and your brows furrow, yet you still obey him. That little part in your brain that has accepted him as your god still hasn't been overridden and you act on instinct, accepting his orders as they come out of his mouth.

You expose yourself to him so easily (he just needs to twirl his staff once and you're cowering in fear, any smidge of defiance wiped away in an instant) and the tears you cry just make it all the sweeter. This is his parting gift, he thinks as he watches you peel off your clothing from your place on the floor, just a little bit of indulgence before he truly ascends. He barely has to say anything to make you crawl into his lap once he sits himself down just across from you, forgoing the comfort of his cushions just because he’s so impatient. When you lower yourself down onto him it’s better than any inkling he’s ever had - you’re so tight. Fear has made you tense, dry - but he welcomes it. He should tease you about not being prepared for your god but he’s too busy savoring the feeling of you trying to fully take him in, pain obvious in your face. Yet, you carry on, millimeter by millimeter, suffering through it for him. And of course, you are expected to put in the work, to ride him - even if he’ll take the light out of your eyes in just a few minutes, he’s still the one to be worshiped, or maybe it’s because of it. Propped up on his elbows, he watches you. Aren’t you enjoying yourself, he asks once you’ve found a rhythm, slowly heaving your ass up and down, fucking your god? What a great honor it is to be found worthy of this, to serve him in this way in your last few minutes of your precious little life. You’re such a lucky little lamb, aren’t you? (Of course, with the smile he wears on his face, the both of you know that he isn’t quite serious. That he’s just mocking you in your despair, in your torture.) My, he even allows you to steady yourself on his shoulder when your adrenaline runs out and you’re just you again: soft and pudgy and a little out of breath as you try your best to satisfy him. You’re just as entertaining as he had hoped you would be. Although you could go a little faster. 

Maybe he should get you to piss yourself with a little shock (then again, that’d wet his own pants, what a nuisance), but he settles on just telling you to hurry it up, that he doesn’t have much more time for this and it makes the tears in your eyes fatter and hotter as they drop on his skin. Your existence is reduced to nothing more than a few thrusts and he tries to console you with the fact that he chose you and no one else for this honor, that it makes you his most precious follower, at least for a short while.

Day 1 — Age Gap

Dilf!Bokuto

Day 2 — Monster Fucking

Demon!Crepus Ragnvindr — includes dubcon, blood

Day 3 — Chikan

Nekomata Yasufumi — includes noncon

Day 4 — Daddy

Yamiji Takeyuki — includes slight dubcon

Day 5 — Inexperience

Utsui Takashi

Day 6 — Breeding

Dilf!Diluc Ragnvindr — includes noncon/unknown noncon

Day 7 — Rest Day

Day 8 — Choking

Kaeya Alberich — includes asphyxiation

Day 9 — Incest

Todoroki Enji — includes dad/daughter incest, somnophilia

Day 10 — Necrophilia

Bokuto Kōtarō — includes major character death, blood

Day 11 — Edging

Akaashi Keiji

Day 12 — Corruption

Tartaglia/Childe — includes noncon

Day 13 — Car sex

Iwaizumi Hajime

Day 14 — Overstimulation

Ojirō Aran

Day 15 — Toys

Azul Ashengrotto and Idia Shroud

Day 16 — Hide and Seek

Matsukawa Issei + Hanamaki Takahiro — includes roleplay, predatory/play dynamic, noncon, murder, based on Horror Movies

Day 17 — Rest Day

Day 18 — Snuff

Vampire!Kuroo Tetsurō — includes major character death

Day 19 — Public sex

Semi Eita

Day 20 — Virginity

Diluc Ragnvindr — includes brother/sister incest

Day 21 — Hybrids

Jack Howl

Day 22 — Omegaverse

Bokuto Kōtarō — includes dubcon

Day 23 — Somnophilia

Ushijima Wakatoshi — includes noncon, school setting [incomplete]

Day 24 — Uniform

Todoroki Shōto [incomplete]

Day 25 — Incel

Sakusa Kiyoomi — includes noncon, violence [incomplete]

Day 26 — Rest Day

Day 27 — Gore

Iwaizumi Hajime — includes snuff/death, cannibalism, blood

Day 28 — Drugs/Aphrodisiac

Matsukawa Issei — includes noncon [incomplete]

Day 29 — Frottage

Ojirō Aran [incomplete]

Day 30 — Tentacles

Azul Ashengrotto — includes dubcon, drowning [incomplete]

Day 31 — Halloween Special

The 13th Night — includes implied cannibalism, noncon, snuff/murder, gore/violence, based on horror movies

you nod frantically, whimpering when his lips touch your cheek. he shuts you up with his mouth, his thumbs grazing the skin of your cheekbones and making you melt.

the blissful state you’re in vanishes when an unknown pair of hands start removing your clothes.

your eyes widen, trying to get a look at the intruder but oikawa keeps your face fixed on him with a strong grip on your jaw.

“i brought a friend, hope you don’t mind.”

you take a peek over his shoulder, and your eyes meet a pair of menacing ones. you recognize him immediately as oikawa’s friend from the party —another demon.

“hello, kitten. don’t mind me; i just had to see with my own eyes the pretty pussy that he has been bragging about.”

the dark-haired demon’s lips curl up in a smirk when he sees the troubled look on your face. but it’s true, oikawa hasn’t shut up about you so it's reasonable kuroo asked him to share.

his hands roam over your legs, forcing them open and keeping a firm grip on them when you try resisting him. he takes his cock out of his pants with one hand and lines it up with your entrance, marveling at the sight of your folds.

“oh and you can call me master too.”

he slides in without warning nor prepping you, the burn of your walls stretching as they make room for his cock bringing tears to your eyes.

you don’t want him. it should be oikawa, not him.

“s-stop, please,” you whine, looking at oikawa when kuroo refuses to acknowledge your pleas. but his eyes harden, a dark look taking over his features.

“don’t be rude to our guest and shut up.”

his words break your heart, tears now falling freely down your cheeks as you keep being fucked by the other demon.

“shit, kitten. i can barely fit inside your pussy. let me stretch you out, yeah?” kuroo groans as he keeps forcing his way inside your walls, his girth finally sheathing in and causing him to breath out in relief, “that’s it, sweetheart.”

“isn’t she amazing?” oikawa smiles brightly at his friend, craning his neck to the side to observe your pussy being abused by kuroo’s cock, “the neediest cunt i’ve ever had.”

you clench involuntarily at oikawa’s words which make kuroo groan.

his hand slaps your thigh only to grab a handful of it and squeeze it, “i knew you’d love my cock.”

you’re about to protest when kuroo places your legs over his shoulders and leans forward, resting his upper weight on top of you.

“no! wait– please. too much! ‘s too much, please!” you try to push him away, your nails digging into the skin of his forearms but your desperate wails fall on deaf ears.

kuroo’s pace is relentless, every graze of his cock against your snug walls feels like fire.

your eyes lock with oikawa’s, he looks pleased —much to your dismay— and you feel your heart drop when he catches you staring and smiles.

“enjoying yourself?”

a cry escapes from your lips when kuroo picks up his pace, the distinctive sound of his cock thrusting inside your pussy taking over the bedroom.

“fuck, shut up. you’re getting annoying,” kuroo groans but you’re way too preoccupied with the pain to register his words.

you keep sobbing your heart out, your desperate cries getting louder as he continues his assault on you.

his large hand suddenly covers your mouth, concealing your sounds and making your eyes widen.

“i told you to shut the fuck up, stupid whore!”

“can you control yourself and not kill her before i get a turn?” oikawa’s irritated tone reaches your ears, “you always do this.”

the tears refuse to stop, kuroo’s actions plus oikawa’s words wounding you both physically and emotionally.

“i’m close, fuck– so close,” kuroo’s grunts in your ear, the snap of his hips picking up its pace as he draws to his end. 

a few thrusts later and he’s finally reaching his high, emptying himself inside of you. his cock pulses as it pumps his cum inside your raw walls, moaning in relief at the way they wrap around him.

once he lets go of you, you curl up around yourself. your soft cries are the only audible thing in your bedroom, pain tugging at your heartstrings as the weight of what just happened falls on you. you’re so lost in your own suffering that you miss the quiet sound of clothes rustling.

it’s not until oikawa’s familiar scent reaches your nose that you look up —teary-eyed and with your eyelashes wet with tears— and observe as he crawls up his way on top of you.

“will you be good to your master?” he asks while wiping your tears away, pouting at you mockingly.

“please,” you don’t even know what you’re asking for, your mind too hazy and your body too weak to comprehend what's going on around you. 

but he goes in anyway.

his hard cock enters you easily, sliding in thanks to kuroo’s cum still coating your insides and bottoms out almost instantly.

“shit, it feels way better when you’re awake.” 

he starts a slow pace, basking in the feeling. his hands start kneading your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh under his fingers, and then running the pads of his thumbs over your nipples.

the sensation has you involuntarily gushing around his cock, wet sounds starting to echo around the room and prompting kuroo to lazily stroke his hardening cock again.

“naughty kitten, you want more don’t you?” a devious look takes over kuroo’s features, but he instantly dismisses your presence by turning to oikawa instead, “does she give good head?”

“why don’t you–hah, see for yourself,” oikawa struggles through his words, brows furrowing in pleasure as his hips collide against yours.

kuroo wastes no time, making his way next to your head while his hand keeps pumping at his now fully erect cock. the weight of it falls on your parted lips, running the leaking head over them and coating them with pre-cum.

you’re not given a warning, kuroo’s fingers get a tight hold on your jaw and force it open so he can slide in, the head poking at your inner cheek and making it bulge out in an obscene way.

“there you go, kitten. you are way better when you shut up,” he smirks down at you, thrusting up into your mouth, “all you needed was my fat cock.”

drool leaks out of your mouth but at this point, you don’t care anymore. you are drained, basically a corpse for them to fuck and fill with their semen.

you have a hard time trying to focus your vision on the demons before you, your head throbbing at the lack of energy. but it only gets worse when you feel a pair of hands fumbling around your throat.

“if only you could see how fucking gorgeous you look right now,” oikawa praises you as his hands wrap a collar around your neck, almost moaning at the sight underneath him, “my good girl, do you like your master’s cock?”

the leather fabric tightens around your neck, the leash allowing oikawa to jerk your head up and making kuroo’s cock slide out of your mouth in the process.

“oi! don’t hog her!”

your groggy brain barely registers them arguing over who gets to control you.

“shut the fuck up. i found her first,” oikawa tries to get his point across by lifting your legs over his shoulders and pounding even harder, your whimpers turning louder at the new position. 

“but you’re fucking her cunt! at least give me control over her head!”

oikawa’s too busy thrusting his cock inside your plush walls that he eventually gives in. once the leash falls on kuroo’s hands, he wastes no time and pulls your face towards him, making you gag around his cock.

your muscles contract at the intrusion which only heightens the blissful feeling, transmitting waves of pleasure through his body.

“ah fuck, i can feel her trying to suck my cum out of me. such a cum-thirsty whore.”

what both demons miss, it's the way your face starts to turn purple. the tight grip of the collar plus kuroo’s tugging at the leash preventing the air from reaching your lungs.

with the last bits of energy you've left, you try to rip the collar off of you. your hands desperately claw at the material as your eyes widen in realization of what will come next if you’re unable to free yourself from their grip.

but your actions seem to anger kuroo, who growls and drops the leash only to grab you by your head and shove your face all the way down his length.

you start to choke, his thick girth taking so much space in your mouth and when you try to take a deep breath through your nose, he pushes in even more. coughs erupt from your chest, his pre-cum and your saliva reaching your lungs while dark spots start to cloud your vision. their voices sound far away, numbness taking over your body as you start growing dizzy and a violaceous hue tints the skin of your face at the lack of oxygen.

both demons pay no mind, too busy chasing their ends to notice how you’ve stopped fighting them. their moans echo freely all over the room, the lewd sounds of their cocks abusing your holes bringing a sense of hunger to them.

“shit, baby you feel so good. i’m gonna cum in your sweet, needy cunt and fill you with it m’kay?” oikawa announces, his orgasm rapidly approaching and inciting him to thrust harder, getting lost in the way your walls rub against his twitching cock.

kuroo lets out a low groan as he finally cums in your mouth, pulling out just enough to paint your face with it and smear it all over your lips. he sighs in relief, smiling at the sight of your pretty face covered in his sticky cum. the way it sticks to your eyelashes and drips down your face to your parted lips etching itself on his mind.

he can’t remember the last time he had such an erotic sight. 

but when he notices a lack of movement from you after a minute, he couldn't help but curse out loud. thankfully, it goes unnoticed by oikawa since his moans got louder, his own orgasm sending shivers down his body and causing him to lose focus on his surroundings for a while.

“ngh– fuck,” oikawa spills inside your pussy, his cock throbbing as load after load pumps out of him and fills you to the brim.

his eyes are closed, breaths ragged as he basks in the afterglow of his orgasm. it’s not until he opens them to admire your fucked out face when he finally finds out.

he’s confused for a moment before it dawns on him. he slaps your thigh gently, calling out your name in a futile attempt to get you to answer him back.

“sweetheart, this isn’t funny.”

but as he turns to face kuroo in search of an explanation, one look at him is enough to answer his question. 

“i swear i didn’t mean to!”

a nervous-looking kuroo, fully clothed by now, stands awkwardly by the door. he’s well aware he fucked up—big time.

“fucking hell!” oikawa rakes his fingers through his hair in exasperation, “did i not tell you to control yourself?!”

he can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness since he did grow a liking to you thanks to his nocturn visits. but the sentiment quickly fades away when his eyes fall on your form once again. a pleased smile appears on his handsome face as he takes in the sight of your legs spread wide open, his cum seeping out of your pussy.

“she remembered how much i like this,” he coos to himself, plunging one finger between your folds and smearing the fluids.

he’s so lost on you that he doesn’t notice kuroo disappearing from your room and leaving him behind—not like he cares. his hands reach out to smooth out your hair, traveling down the side of your face and stroking the skin of your cheeks with his long fingers. 

you look so peaceful, so pretty, covered in their fluids, and with the choker still adorning your neck.

the nostalgic feeling returns, tugging at his heart and prompting a gentle smile to take over his lips. with a kiss on your forehead and then one on your lips, oikawa finally bids his goodbyes.

“don’t worry, baby girl. i have a spot in hell saved just for you.”

the heat and steam from inside the bathroom is almost unbearable. the mirror’s all fogged up, condensation clinging to the glass, and the towel you’re kneeling on is damp.

you can hardly breathe amid the humidity, but the way semi’s pounding his cock into your cunt - it knocks the remaining air from your chest until you’re left sputtering. his hand grabs roughly at your hair, yanking until you scream, controlling the movements of your bobbing head as if you were a pretty puppet.

“shut. up.”

he’s practically hissing into your ear, speeding up his thrusts until there’s an ugly skin-to-skin slapping sound bouncing off the bathroom walls. it’s the only noise in the small room besides your broken whimpers.

“please stop, semi,” you mumble, wincing as the head of his cock hits your cervix. “please.”

he pushes your head down until your face is just inches away from the hot water, and panic starts to seize you.

“you stupid bitch,” he says, voice trembling with anger. “no one wants to hear those useless noises.”

maybe he should shut you up for good.

he pushes you face first into the water, your eyes burning as the soap seeps into your nostrils and mouth. you’re too scared to open your eyes, too scared to fight back - what if you hit your head against the walls of the bathtub? it’s better to stay still, even as your lungs burn and your head grows dizzy.

and maybe it’s the sensory deprivation, the lack of sight and smell and hearing, because the sensation of his thick cock sliding in and out of you becomes a lot more noticeable. he stretches you out, harsh and brutal, pounding the spongy walls of your cunt, leaving your gaping, twitching hole all sore. getting fucked underwater feels pleasant in its own weird way, pleasure pulsing in your pussy with every deep, insistent thrust. he seems intent on leaving you dripping and wet from both ends.

He watches the way your cheeks catch the peachy light, how the glistening specks clinging to your lashes seem to melt down the thick black to pool at the edges, and he’s fascinated. Though he did always have a way of making even mundane things poetic in his head, he thinks, watching your face until the sweat clinging to his back starts feeling cold. You were the last to go down, so he knows that you have some warmth left in you, but if you remain here any longer maybe soon it’ll fade. The gentle slope of the mountain has your blood rushing to your feet, surely. A small smile makes it’s way to his face as he lifts himself from the floor, taking a deep breath.

One of your shoes is missing, probably further up the mountain still. It exposes your flushed, little toes and the way they’ve started glowing against the frosty, wet wildflowers. And so he scoots a bit closer, glancing between your pretty, exposed legs and feet; and your peaceful expression. If he wasn’t already so goddamn in love with you, this surely would serve the deathblow anyway. His large, calloused hands make quick work of your other shoe, eyeing you every few seconds, and when you don’t react, he grows a bit giddier. It’s dangerous on him, this kind of excitement. He knows it too, both Akaashi and Kenma have warned him throughout the years enough that he notices when it starts welling up inside him, but fuck— he selfishly hopes you don’t mind.

He grabs your little feet —everything about you is little compared to him— and smiles when he feels the warmth of them on his skin. His fingers have long grown frosty up here, but you’re still as warm as you were when he first caught you smiling his way on a spring coming back from school. He’s careful when folding your legs and putting your feet in his lap, trailing gentle fingers up your calves with a growing smile. And then he takes a second to look around, really look around, take it all in. Your friends are spread out over the rolling field, some of them laying in pairs like even gravity couldn’t quite separate the threads of your friendship. He admires it, because even in the face of so much beauty they chose to stick together, to follow by your side like he did all these years. One, two… three, four… five, six, and then… you.

You’d made it quite a bit further down then the others, he muses, but the chase he gave you was mostly show. He’d never actually hurt you without reason, and it pains him that he even had to decapacitate you like this. Small trails of red are left in the wake of his fingers, your little summer dress hoisted up too far for comfort. Your hands are turning a few shades darker by now, he imagines them purple from the cold and the struggle you’d put up. And as he takes one of them, turning it over so he can inspect your soft palms, trail his fingertips over your pretty, pointed nails and the tender skin of your fingers, his heart drops a little. Because your chest is caved in a little more than normal, your hands are marred with lines of blood and friction and he hates having put you through so much in so little time, but once his patience runs out he can’t help himself.

Your hand is slipping. That’s all you can think as you book it down the hill as fast as you can, holding onto your friend’s hand with a grip so tight you feel like it could shatter either of your bones.

But it’s important, so important to keep a tight hold on her, your brain screams at you. You can barely untangle your thoughts enough to remember exactly why, all you know is that you have to stay by her side and let your legs carry you as fast as you can. But she’s always been more in shape than you, and you’ve been running for what feels like forever. So when she sprints on and loses hold of you with a desperate call of your name, you take it as the only chance to look back. The light illuminates the ground in a way that makes it seem endless. Your chest heaves. You don't stop running, can’t— but god, everything hurts.

Your feet almost slip on the wet grass. You feel like you might puke, even before you see them lying there. Your friends, the people who you were laughing with just half an hour ago, slumped into the ground like fleshy molehills. They’re not moving. Your first instinct is to slow down and run back— but then you remember the terror, feeling it swirl into your chest like a heavy weight. Someone calls your name where you’re shaking on your feet, suddenly bolted in place. There’s blood, there’s so much blood, you can see it even from a distance and— your best friend must have run back because she yanks your arm towards her, snapping you out of it enough to grab your face.

She’s crying too. “Run! Don’t stop. Just keep running, please.” You know you both turn at the same time, but you can’t see anything through your tears. It shouldn’t surprise you when you crash onto your knees, slipping on something. Your hands break your fall for the most part, but the gravel-filled scrapes sting. You push back up again to run further down, just running, running, running until you can’t hear the world over your own heartbeat anymore. You don’t hear anything anymore. Just a deathly silence and the violent pumping of your heart aching for life. 

And you don’t mean to, but your legs slow, because what are you even running for. Your friends are nowhere to be seen, you’re the only one still going. Your tears are running in crooked, wind-swiped lines down your face, and you try to brush them away with your hand for just a second, before you’re clinging onto a tree to catch your breath. Your lungs feel like they’re turning inside out, so does your stomach. And with the crashing realization that you’re so terrified, you wail out. Loud, crawling from your body without your control, you take a moment to turn over your shoulder at the mountain you must’ve taken hours to walk up earlier. Some cursed thought about the fresh air makes its way through your brain, before you push yourself off again, muscles aching with each motion.

But a flash of a person and a sharp blow straight to your chest is enough to ruin you. The impact is so hard and blunt that you’re blown back and onto your back with the air squeezing out of your lungs. So that’s it, you think, grass cold beneath you. He must’ve really run since when he hovers over you, you can see how shiny his forehead is from sweat and splatters of blood, sticking dark hair to his skin.

Every breath is so heavy, it squeaks each time your chest swells. You hope you’ll instinctively try to get up from the floor through the black dots that swirl in your vision— like to think you won’t give up until the end. But when he drops the metal from his hands to kneel by your side, fighting seems so useless. You feel his knuckles on your cheek, before he smiles. “Not fast enough, pretty girl.”

It’s awfully loving and familiar for someone you don’t know. When your vision blacks, you hear a soft chuckle. “Though you put in a good fight. Heh- that was fun.”

The limp way your legs fall when he shifts means that he really knocked the wind out of you good, leaving you passed out between the spare trees and in his arms. The sun is sinking lower quickly, which makes him sigh. He really wishes he could have more time with you. Trailing you up here was hard labor, but he did it with gratitude, since you must’ve enjoyed seeing the view as much as he has. There’s something so picturesque about the way your heated cheeks slowly cool and render you like a statue, the kind of beauty that seems infinite. But, looking up the way your dress flutters in the wind, riding it up for him like even nature itself wishes to praise his actions, he knows this crack in time is not endless.

He lets out a deep breath, setting your legs either side of his waist. Then he scoots closer to you, trembling with each second his pants brush up against your bare thighs. The mere thought sends sparks up his body and makes him groan, because even in your soundless rest you manage to drive him crazy. His hands grope at the soft skin of your thighs, trailing up and around them to the inside of your thighs, so warm compared to the rest of the world out here. “Don’t you worry, my love. Once we’re done here I’ll clean everything up and we’ll go home to get warm again,” he mumbles, imagining your eyelids would flutter happily at that if you were awake. He ignores the way the fabric of his pants get wet kneeled between your legs, and moves to rest over you.

And he presses a shaky kiss to your closed lips, before grunting and pushing harder. His hands slide from your shoulders to your sides, then move to tenitavely grope your covered chest. When you don’t respond -though the logical part of him reasons that you couldn’t if you wanted to- he pulls back to watch you again. One hand grabs at the doughy skin through your dress while the other comes up to brush past your lips, opening your mouth with two digits and feeling the wetness of your tongue. And god— the slight warmth of your mouth feels heavenly, his cock twitching in his pants. He keeps himself on his elbow and slots his fingers in and out a few times, before stuffing his tongue into your mouth. You don’t kiss back, not yet, but he swears he can practically hear your moans anyway when he presses his waist in between your legs.

Rutting against you comes so easy when you’re not wiggling all over the place. Your mouth feels so good, so soft, melting to his like he knows you would. Pressing harder, hips and cock pushing up against you like the overeager thing you always render him as. He sucks on the tip of your tongue with lewd moans and drinks you up again and again, rubbing up and down your panties with the crotch of his pants. You feel so fucking good, his boxers being ruined by the precum of his drooling cock. Just how many nights had he came onto his own chest, thighs, hands thinking about you, about this? It’s hard to even remember, raising his hips more to rub the covered head of his cock over your waist bone and clit. 

Kuroo grunts your name as he lays kisses down your cheek and neck, swallowing tightly. As much as he wants you to cry out for him, there’s a fucked up sense of joy he gets out of having you like this too, perfectly quiet for him. And though he knows he didn’t slam the round end of the crowbar into you hard enough to kill you, part of him hopes that it was hard enough to see the blood well up in unhappy pools under your skin. He moans when tasting your lips again, before pulling your dress down your shoulders and chest enough to expose your tits to the open air. Your nipples are pointed. As he knew they would be when he finally got to put his hands on you. And the noiret knows his palms are too marred for your perfect body, but who would ever turn down the chance to touch a fallen angel if they could?

He pinches the buds between his strong fingers. Eyeing the way the diamond heart of your necklace rests in the valley of your faintly moving chest while rubbing his aching cock to your panties harder and faster, he knows. Knows that everyone would kill for a taste of you, which is why the blood sticking to your cheeks and in lines on your thighs doesn’t bother him. He wants to see more, and he will— once you’re awake. It’s no fun if you’re not there to pull his face closer to your slick cunny or to beg his name like a prayer, so he holds off. Still, his patience is not endless, and with each push of his hips he’s closer to his end. So Kuroo yanks the zipper down and shuffles his pants down to his knees, hissing at the cold. Poor thing, you must be freezing with your back all wet.

He slips a single finger under the crotch of your panties and pulls them aside, giving his cock a few pumps. “Here you go, pretty girl. This is all for you,” he chuckles at the way he can imagine your face to pull into a pout, lining himself up and spitting straight onto the tight hole, “this fat cock is all yours. You like that, huh?” Pushing the tip up against your body feels weird, he’s so much warmer than you. But it only makes him want to hold you tighter, make sure he does everything in his power to make you feel good. He drops his mouth to yours again and tangles his tongue with your lazy muscle, imagining how it'll feel once you finally kiss him back. How you’ll sound moaning his name over and over. Maybe he’ll never be the same after this, but he truly can’t find it in himself to care.

Pulling one of your thighs up for access, he slides into you, groaning at the tight grip your pussy has on his cock. Even unconscious, the muscles seem to squeeze around him like they’re trying to snap every last bit of his sanity, the warmth of your body slowly seeming out into the ground. With a few deep breaths, he pushes himself all the way in until he’s pushing up against your womb, before pulling out. A small, squeezed breath seems to come from your lips, then another. It makes his cock twitch inside you, your body feeling cold and slick, covered in the prettiest goosebumps. Folding up your legs, he pumps back into your cunt, now hovering his lips against your ear.

“Come on,” he hisses through his teeth, pulling back enough to slap your face. The feeling tingles through his fingertips, though he kisses it all better right after. He’d never hurt you. Ever. “Time to wake up, pretty girl.” He pushes his cock between your legs again and again until finally enough wetness collects to make him feel all hot, dripping down your bodies and letting him hear that pretty, wet squelch. Sweat beads at his hairline when looking at your face, and he folds your little arms over your chest to pin them between your two bodies. Then he picks up the pace some, calling your name with a louder groan. Your chest is dropping more rapidly, eyelids twitching. You must hear him, which brings a smile to his lips. “That’s it, look at me while I make you mine.”

Another few silent breaths pass, before you’re sucking in a giant breath, the lacking amount of air swelling your chest with a desperate pinching sound. There you are. Pretty lashes framing those beautiful eyes, as they try to focus. Your mouth cracks open but your voice doesn’t come. He smiles, pressing a kiss to your lips. He can feel your shallow, desperate breaths on his skin, dusting his cheeks pinker. “Shh, baby. There you are, I missed hearing you.”

“C- ca-n’t,” you gasp, and he feels your hands twitch between your bodies, “an’ brea-the.” Your eyes are all teary, while his body fills with heat and he drills your tiny slit further open. He wonders if you’re even aware of it, with the way you gasp and sputter for air. It’s so cute, even when your lips start looking a bit off-colored. His body’s aching, the warm, wet of your pussy leaving him just as breathless. “Help,” you squeak, closing your eyes and tilting your head away, but you look so pitiful and small and beautiful under him. “Breathe— hel-p me,” you cry, and he feels your hand wrap around the fabric of his shirt. Fuck, you’re so perfect, he can’t even imagine a person better than you. There couldn’t be, with how badly you want him, need him, cling to him.

Your slick cunny drools all over his thick cock as he bottoms out each thrust, balls smacking against your skin with a wet pap. You’re the only one who could have him this wound up, his angel. “Can’t breathe?” he coos, and your tiny, pinched cry is enough answer to grab your throat between his fingers. You cry— or try to— but he smiles. “That’s okay, don’t struggle. I’ll take good care of you.” He presses the digits into the sides of your neck until your body clenches and twitches around him instinctively, sucking him in even deeper. You’re cold, and struggling for breath under him, he’s sure he’s never seen something so beautiful. 

“Gonna make me cum, pretty girl. Fuck— you cum too. Cum on this cock.” He brings one hand between your legs to rub at your clit while you convulse and your lashes flutter. So desperate for life, it makes him want to fill you until you can’t imagine your body without his cock in between your legs. He moans your name as he pumps into your wet heat until he can't even feel anything else, holding you down and your legs twitch. Your thighs shudder, your chest swells and you clench around him so hard it leaves him seeing double, and he finishes right after you with a string of drawn out swears. “Love you so much, fuck. Holy fuck.”

you caught the train to head to the address tenko sent, a quick google search revealed that it was a hotel. the anxiety and unease started to seep in again, looking up at the tall building that shadowed an alleyway. you couldn't help but jump at any sound you heard, the chatter of people walking on the sidewalks and stray animals digging in dumpsters. this wasn't a place for a high-school girl, by herself waiting in front of a sketchy hotel.

you gathered up all the bravery you could muster, pushing open the door and entering the lobby. there was a receptionist, two blonde buns perched on top of her head, her golden eyes latching onto you as soon as you entered. the couches were to the left, a man wearing a black windbreaker up to his nose with sunglasses on sitting alone, taking up the whole area by spreading his long legs out as much as possible. there seemed to be no one else, the hotel itself seemed barren as well- no decorations, plain furniture, boring walls. it was truly a shitty hotel.

tenko couldn't take you somewhere nicer? what happened to him being loaded?

the entrance door creaked open, craning your head around to see another guy walk in. he had a black face mask, slightly slouched over enough that his baby blue hair covered his eyes. he picked his head up, bangs separating enough to show crimson eyes staring right into yours. you tried not to visibly cringe, but he looked pretty creepy... until he called your name in that oh so familiar raspy voice you fell in love with.

"t-tenko?" now that you were looking closer, that lanky build did seem familiar. he stuffed his phone in his hoodie pockets, stiffly opening his arms out to you as he neared closer. you hugged him just as awkwardly, weary smile wobbling onto your lips. there was an overwhelming smell of cheap cologne, similar to what the boys in class used. it didn’t seem like his kind of thing at all, but you weren't sure what you were expecting, he spent nearly all day everyday in his room playing games.

“of course tenko, what do you have planned?” you reached for his hand, only for him to pull back quickly. he must’ve saw the concern in your face, to which he slowly held out his hand again.

his hand was clammy yet freezing cold, his fingers were much longer than yours as they interlocked together. his thumb jutted out as you walked down the halls, hand in hand, ever so slightly rocking back and forth with your steps. all that was missing was a child between you two, red eyes and with your hair color. or maybe the reverse, maybe your quirks could form together, whatever his quirk even was. whatever it was, it was surely a perfect match for yours.

as you passed by the receptionist, she tossed a pair of keys to tenko wordlessly, wiggling her fingers in a wave as you two headed for the elevator. the man from the couches followed suit, leaning against the handrail with his arms crossed. you could see his eyes through the tinted lenses, and they were staring directly at you. narrowed and thin, looking you up and down, not even pretending to be embarrassed when you locked gazes.

you tugged tenko closer to your body, wrapping an arm around his. that's right, you were with tenko. he would protect you, he's the only one you should be focused on.

“so, what were you saying we were doing today?”

“w-well... i know the hotel wasn’t ideal but it’s close by to all the places i want to go; internet cafe, a food joint, stuff like that. i know you don’t have a lot of time.” tenko was referring to the curfew placed upon all UA students, but who would care if you came back a little later than usual? the teachers sure wouldn't, they stop caring once the dismissal bell rings.

the hooded man snorted, failing to cover it up with a cough. tenko glared at him, squeezing your hand tighter as you all left the elevator.

you debated on telling some of your closest friends your location just in case. you keep telling yourself just in case, just in case the date goes terrible and you need an excuse, just in case that creepy man tries something with the two of you, just in case tenko-

no. tenko would never hurt you, he said it himself. plus, all those 'close friends' were internet friends, not much they could do in an emergency.

he let go of your hand to open the room door, jutting his arm out again to usher you inside. you let out a sigh of relief, setting your bag down on a chair and sitting on the bed. you smoothed out the wrinkles of the comforter, tapping your shoes together as you looked around the room. the curtains of the only window of the room seemed to be black-out curtains, parted enough for you to see the building across the street. there also seemed to be some kind of protecter attached to the outside, you instantly thought how much of a fire hazard that could be.

“i can’t wait for today, tenko! i’m so happy we finally were able to meet.” you bounced on the bed, giddy and excited as he started to take off his big coat, revealing that signature plain black hoodie- it was in all of his pictures. he took off the face mask and tossed it to the floor with his jacket, stretching out his arm out after digging through his pockets.

in his hand was a can, you thought it was soda at first, but as you squinted your eyes to read the label- "is that alcohol?"

"yeah, didn't you say you wanted to try some?" tenko scoffed, cracking it open and taking a quick sip himself. "see? it's fine."

"maybe for you, and i was planning on waiting four more years, you know." you sighed, leaning back on your hands as tenko sat down next to you. he shrugged, switching on the tv, wanting to watch a movie to pass some time until the arcade cleared out the 'normies' for the night. you were more focused on the way his throat bobbed whenever he took a sip, how the tip of his tongue would licked up any lingering droplets, how he lightly bit his bottom lip before going in for another swig.

he made it look good. really good.

you tugged on his sleeve, looking to him with a smile. he raised his eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching. "i've got your favorite drink, if you want that instead." he offered, and you shook your head. he bit his lip again as his knuckle brushed under your chin, tilting your head up. all tenko's features were up close and magnified, that pretty mole under his lip, the cool mirrored scars slashed across his mouth and eye. the layered scars and scratches were worse on his neck and looked freshly opened, but you didn't care. tenko was handsome, beautiful even.

“give me a kiss first.” nothing mattered anymore except tenko, the smile on his face made your heart stop beating yet felt like it was going to shoot straight out your ribs. it made you want to throw up. being in a dirty hotel with an- essentially- random man that you have been e-dating for a few months, about to give him your first kiss made your stomach twist and turn. you remembered tenko telling you that the dropping feeling you got in your stomach around him was one of two things, horny or happy-anxiety. you assumed it was the latter.

without another word, your eyes fluttered closed and puckered your lips. it was silly to compare real life to movies, but you secretly hoped that sparks would fly as you shared a passionate kiss with your online boyfriend for the first time. your grip on your skirt tightened until your nails dug into your palm through the fabric, the passing seconds were agony as you waited for the moment you longed for for months now.

it started off slow, a few awkward pecks and having to brush his hair out of his face. then tenko's lips started to linger longer, press deeper, pull you closer. until three fingers dug into your jaw, squishing your cheeks together and forcibly parting your mouth open. you felt tenko’s hot breath fan over your face as he leaned in, open mouthed and nearly all tongue. you winced, hand on his chest and trying to push him away. spit clung to your mouth and slid down your throat, his lips wrapping around your tongue and sucking grossly.

you tugged at tenko's hoodie for support when he finally let go with a loud pop, both of you panting for breath. he pushed the rim of the beer to your lips, the metal tapping your teeth awkwardly a few times before liquid pooled into your mouth. it was more disgusting than you anticipated, you didn't know how anyone was able to drink that. or maybe your underdeveloped taste buds were no match for tenko's grown up ones? that sounded right.

only after a few minutes you were starting to feel woozy. you tried to hold onto your boyfriend for stability, but your fingers just couldn't seem to grab onto him.

"i got you baby, you gettin' drunk off one sip of beer?" he cooed, pulling your body against his, holding you by the back of your head into his chest. you inhaled his scent, and all of a sudden cheap teenage boy cologne didn't smell all that bad; instead basking in the feeling of his fingers playing with your hair, slowly sliding down your back just to stop at hem of your shirt, fingertips barely grazing the skin of your lower back. they soon cupped the curve of your ass, slipping underneath and playing with the lace accents of your panties- the ones he bought for you and even discreetly packaged so you wouldn't get in trouble.

"t-tenko, i feel a little..." that nagging voice in the back of your head kept telling you that even though you never drank before, getting drunk off one little sip wasn't enough to get you like this. but his long fingers, smoothing over your covered slit, squeezing the flesh of your ass and- "ah! wait, please!"

"i just wanna make you feel better, promise." tenko's voice was shaky, breathing heavily through his nose. he guided your head to the side so you could see his hand disappear under the front of your skirt. a shiver ran up your spine when his much larger hand slid into your panties, his middle and ring finger pressed against your heat, his remaining fingers pushing against your thighs. you could feel one of them trying to push into you, making your knees lock together and bury a whimper in tenko's neck.

the choked gasp you made was muffled into tenko's skin, his fingertip managing to wiggle past your opening. feeling the blunt of his nail dig into the soft flesh, getting past the first knuckle. his digits were longer and thicker than yours, rougher and jagged, gross grown man fingers inside of you.

you gripped his wrist, thighs bouncing up when he tried to go deeper, knuckles brushing against your clit. it felt entirely different when someone else was touching you, more weird and embarrassing, electrifying and definitely not good like he promised. tenko planted quick kisses to the side of your head, your jaw, and almost down to your neck before you managed to get him to stop. "please tenko- we can k-kiss and stuff, i just don't wanna do this. right now." your cheeks were burning, trying not to seem too relieved when his arm started to raise.

"that's fine i guess," tenko sighed, fixing your panties and wiping off his fingers on his pants. you noticed he finally put his phone down, "hey, you don't mind if my friend comes up, right?"

"w-what? right now? were you on the phone the whole time?"

"it's alright, you know him."

your mind raced with the countless people you've met online, narrowing down only six from your mutuals with tenko. but only 4 of them you actively played with, and only 2 of them tenko actually liked, but they both lived way too far away to ever come and meet either of you. what grown man would wanna meet with a high schooler and her boyfriend anyway?

you groaned when tenko let go suddenly, letting you fall face first into the mattress. it smelled gross, like unwashed sheets covered with some air freshener. you pushed yourself up, attention going to the door when it opened. it was the hooded man from before casually walking in, hands in his pockets. even if he told you it was alright, a wave of unease and dread washed over you, worsening when he walked over to you.

"what's up?" he took off his glasses and tossed them to the dresser, quickly working off his jacket.

"r-roki?" it sounded different in real life, but you could recognize his voice anywhere. he liked to drag out his words, his voice sounded like a purr.

"you havin' fun up here with your little boyfriend?" he chuckled, rubbing the top of your head. "and you know you don't gotta call me that. dabi is fine, or you could use-"

"that's enough." tenko quickly shut him down. the two males then started to talk, turned away from you and lowering their voices.

dabi, that name was definitely familiar. his face looked half burnt, staple like pieces holding his skin together. deep bruised-colored patches were under his eyes and covered his lower jaw, black spiky hair, scars seemingly everywhere. it reminded you of someone, some villain description aizawa told the class about after some attack at some training camp you weren't allowed to go to because you failed exams. you didn't study because nothing was more important than tenko.

tenko's deep red eyes, wavy blue hair, spindly limbs- you glanced down to his feet- red shoes... they reminded you of deku's.

"is tenko treating you good, girly?" dabi's boots were loud against the floor as he took a few steps forward, slapping tenko's back. he already looked agitated, pushing him away with his shoulder. "y'know, if he's not you can always tell me, i'd be happy to step in."

"i-i'm fine, really." you tried to smile, but it was increasingly getting harder to try and act normal right after tenko tried to finger you. the two males stood still in front of you, watching you. doing nothing at all, dabi stopped talking, and tenko kept glancing to the clock on the wall.

"go ahead." tenko spoke after what felt like forever. dabi stood up straight, adjusting his shirt and giving a final glance to his friend.

the grin split across his face was predatory, blazing blue eyes scanning over your form as he closed in on you. you thought no one except him was supposed to touch you, that your body was only for him to use and touch and look at. why did he just give you up so easily? you started to wiggle away, planting your hands firmly against the bed, knees wobbling when you tried to ground yourself. everything felt like jelly, everything was starting to spin, everything suddenly was scarier than before.

dabi jumped on top of you, grabbing and holding your arms together against your sides. your heart was hammering out your chest, preparing to scream as you felt his hands getting hotter and hotter, the dig of the silver metal into your skin. you couldn't bare to look at him- crazed eyes and bared teeth, looking down at you like prey. the scream didn't come out.

you racked your brain for what your teachers taught you in case of an abduction or an assault. nothing was coming up in time, thrashing in dabi's grasp pathetically.

“you gotta let her know if she fights back you’ll kill her, it’ll be unneeded efforts.” tenko finally spoke, digging through contents of your bag. probably to eliminate any communications or something. too bad all you had was a phone and the handheld console you brought to play with him.

“that’s right. burning to death isn’t too pretty, y’know.” dabi leaned into your ear, snickering when you slowly let your shoulders relax. he held your wrists together in one hand with your elbows pressed against each other. he reached his arm out behind him, tenko placing zip ties in his open palm.

dabi playfully smacked your cheek when he finished tying your wrists together, cocking an eyebrow as his gaze trailed over your exposed legs. you shifted to the side, bringing your knees up to cover up for prying eyes. you looked to tenko- your boyfriend, your lover, the one who was responsible for you. your eyes were silently pleading, gnawing at the inside of your lip. you were beyond terrified.

"tenko what's going on? why are you-"

he held up a phone to your face, the flash blinding you briefly. it was unnaturally bright, making your head pound and eyes sting.

"i'm not the person you thought i was," he aimed the phone down before grabbing the cute shirt he picked out himself, fiddling with the collar before it suddenly disintegrated. the dust slid down your skin, piling on your lap and folds of your skirt, spilling onto the bed sheets. your eyes were watery- if it was because of the bright light or the way your stomach dropped so hard you were feeling the bile rising up your throat, you weren't sure.

"tenko what are you-" the tears were already falling as you pretended not to notice both men grabbing at their belts. you knew what they were going to do, it's what everyone had been warning you about the whole time. your hands were starting to feel tingly and the bed was becoming more and more softer.

"i'm not tenko. that was a fake name."

"so everything was a lie, the things we talked about, none of it was real!?" the danger in front of you was paralyzing. babbling would surely get you to live longer.

dabi laughed again, louder than before and just as unashamed. he glanced at his partner after he calmed himself down, clearly trying to bite back the wide shit-eating grin on his face. you looked between the two- tenko looked annoyed and embarrassed, was this embarrassing for him? the world shattered around you as they started bickering back and forth. you were currently bound by the arms, in front of two highly dangerous people- villains?- that tried to kill you and basically everyone at your school, and they were acting as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

you called out his name one more time. "you know that's not who i am."

you grimaced, letting out the sob you've been holding back. "t-then who are you?" he said it with a sick grin, that dreadful name that's sure to send a chill down anyones spine who hears. he rubbed it in, and to add insult to injury, was pushing the camera in front of your face.

"look up at me," you shook your head, and he tapped the underside of your chin with his knuckle again. your bottom lip trembled, sniffing as more tears slipped past your eyes. "tell the camera that you fell in love with shigaraki tomura."

"i-i fell in love-"

"full name."

another sob, followed by your full name. "-am in love with shigaraki t-tomura."

"yeah, say that you're in love with a villain, a stupid little girl who met a villain online."

"i-i'm a stupid little girl who met a villain online!"

he listed off demands, mostly unreasonable requests you knew UA or any other hero facility would never comply to. he told you to say lies about how you wanted to join the villains, to expose top heroes, among many other things. you were suffocating under his commands, but your body was starting to feel lighter and lighter by the second and harder and harder to resist.

a harsh smack was enough to bring you somewhat back in focus, suddenly no longer looking up at the phone but instead looking at the window. that's right, it's blocked off. no one could see you nor could you jump off, you'd probably die anyway from the height. you didn't have a chance since the beginning.

"listen closely, baby," how could you ignore shigaraki when he called you that? you nodded, focusing hard to be able to repeat anything he tells you.

"i'm a dumb little hero slut-" you said slowly, looking up to confirm if what you were saying so far was okay. he nodded, encouraging you to continue. "-who loves villain c-cock. m-my virginity is gonna' get taken by villains."

dabi was by your side for a while, hand caressing the side of your face surprisingly gently the whole time shigaraki recorded you. was it a livestream, or maybe he was gonna edit the video? you felt sick again thinking about the possibilities, lingering thoughts pushed away by something literally pushing at your lips.

"you got all your grown-up teeth, little one?" dabi asked you, bunching your hair up in one hand. you nodded, and he smiled warmly. he seemed like he was nice, if it wasn't for his dick rubbing against your cheek. "that's good. you wanna keep them, right?" you nodded again.

"good. if you bite me, i'll punch all your fuckin' teeth out, got it?"

you nodded again, quickly and clearly so he knew that you understood, "i'll be good!" you cried out, and dabi only chuckled, steadying your head with the hold he had on your hair. the tip of his cock pushed past your lips, and you slowly opened your mouth wider and wider as he slid in. it wasn't so bad at first, tasted really bad and it was challenging to make sure your teeth didn't touch him, since you've never given a blowjob before. you thought someone else would be your first.

dabi let out a long groan as he filled your mouth, beginning to slide down your throat. "keep gagging, just like that fuck. you got a good one, boss. she's a natural."

shigaraki didn't say anything, nothing at all. you were beginning to think you'd die by heartbreak before they did anything to you. dabi wiped your tears away as they fell, feigning sympathy as his hips slapped against your face. "c'mon boss, you're making your little girlfriend cry!"

again, shigaraki said nothing.

"it's alright doll, your big brother will take care of you," dabi yanked your hair hard, nose pressing your nose against his navel and holding you still. your eyes rolled into the back of your head and pooled out tears, gagging uncontrollably and fighting the urge to puke everywhere. you didn't think that would end too well. "hey, why don't you say it? remember what i taught you?"

your nails dug into dabi's thighs, trying to restrain from punching him in fear of getting hurt yourself. he praised you for being able to take him so well, finally letting you go up for air after he had his fill of your convulsing throat around him. he told you to 'say it'.

"n-nii-san!" you sputtered, drool and spit bubbles spilling down your chin. "i love my big brother!"

if you were paying attention, you would've noticed the angry glare shigaraki shot at dabi. how his eyebrows creased and his teeth dug into his lips.

"keep going," dabi held your head still again, fisting his cock and moving his hand quickly. you were in a daze, stupid and dumb and only able to call him your brother over and over again. you flinched when goopy white stuff- "stick out your tongue and don't waste a single drop of my cum."- shot onto your face. it tasted just as weird in your mouth, you didn't know how all those porn girls did it, whenever tenko showed them to you they looked like it was the best thing to ever grace their mouths.

dabi grabbed the phone from shigaraki's hands, holding your jaw open and talking to the pretend audience. was there an audience? you still didn't know if it was live. you hoped none of your classmates were watching, or even the teachers- well, you didn't want anyone watching.

"let's get this shit over with," shigaraki grumbled, shoving back dabi and laying you down on the bed. he flipped up your skirt, a smirk playing on his lips as he held your legs up. "put your arms over your head."

arms over your head, that was easy.

"tenko." you whimpered, making the man above you sigh. another smack to your face and fingers digging in your jaw again. he shoved your head down into the mattress roughly, eyebrows furrowed deeply in anger.

"get it through your thick skull, you stupid bitch. do you know what's gonna happen to you?"

you shook your head, grimacing. you knew fully well what he was planning to do, you just didn't want to accept it. your sweet, loving tenko, he would never do this to you. not after everything he's done, everything he's promised-

a pathetic whine sounded from your throat as he slipped your panties to the side, pushing your legs up a little higher and running a few of his fingers up your bare stomach. your body was numb at this point, you couldn't move properly but you could still feel his fingertips against your skin. the whine soon turned into a gasp when he unzipped his pants and pulled them down his thighs. that wasn't going to fit.

"oh it'll fit," shigaraki smirked, rubbing your hips. you shook your head over and over, tears blurring your vision. "i'll just force it in then."

you retched as he pushed into you, burning and stretching only the bare entrance of your virgin cunt. when you tried to squeeze your eyes shut, he only pried them apart. dabi pressed a gentle hand to the back of your head, pushing you up to watch the violation happening to you, camera steadily aimed to capture the scene and your every reaction.

you cried and sobbed and screamed but it only seemed to fuel the two men even more, the once competitive tension and jealousy diminishing, replaced with shared chuckles and encouraging the depraved act.

“y-you stupid, stupid fucking bitch.” shigaraki laughed, a spindly hand wrapping around your throat. you were nearly relieved, maybe it finally would come to an end. dreadfully, one finger was lifted and you weren’t disintegrating away into the dirty bed sheets. “i’m gonna fucking kill you.”

they laughed in unison at your alerted expression, eyes wide yet drugged body lax. your arms flopped to the side pathetically, knees falling back and legs spreading apart disgustingly. comments about that didn’t go unsaid either; “you spreading your legs for me again, you dirty slut?”

dabi pointed at your twitching thighs and how your stomach kept sucking in and out. shigaraki gave him a confused look as his hips slapped against your body.

“fuckin’ virgin, little doll is gonna cum.”

no. no, no, no no no.

“shut the fuck up,” shigaraki shoved his vile fingers into your mouth. “gonna cum from getting raped by a villain?” shigaraki grinned widely, corners of his lips curling, opening up the cracks and splits.

dabi’s hand slithered down your chest, tracing a finger down the center of your ribs, and finally thumbing over your clit.

“as if she’s gonna cum from your pathetic hip slamming. i’ll take care of you,” dabi cooed into your ear almost lovingly. “my dear little sister.”

your insides felt like mush, body buzzing like static, and now dabi’s fingers were rubbing your clit much better than your own. much better than how shigaraki ever told you to do it, better than how the girls in those videos did it, so much better.

shigaraki’s cock plunged in and out of you for what felt like hours- but suddenly, oh so suddenly, brushed against a spot inside you that actually felt good.

it felt good. it felt good. it-

“...feeelsh goooood!” your broken voice gurgled from behind shigaraki’s deathly fingers. the men looked down at you, absolutely enamored. dabi angled the camera onto you again, whispering things in your ear to repeat. shigaraki’s fingers popped out of your throat.

“it feelsh good! to be r-raped! m jus’ a toy for the l-league of villains!!” dabi’s fingers went faster and faster, encouraging you and praising you. he handed the camera over to his boss to suck on your chest.

“don’t save me, i love it too much! i love older men using my holes! i-i’ll die for it!”

shigaraki’s breathing got heavier, if possible. his thrusts became more calculated, he may have been inexperienced, but he was very observant. the way your little teen tits jiggled, how your fingers twitched ever so slightly when he did this.

“ahn!”

“i-imma hero-slut snuff shtar!” you babbled the words dabi told you to say. “i want shigaraki tomura to kill me!! n’ f-fuck mah dead body!!”

shigaraki shuddered a groan, pressing his body against yours and his dick to the hilt inside your much smaller body. you let out a hollow scream as his body against yours pushed all the air out of your lungs, dabi backing up and grabbing the camera.

“heard that heroes?” he talked to the camera, zooming into your “creamed pussy, full with villain cum”, your bruised throat, drooling mouth, rose-reddened lips, showing off your limp limbs.

your mind was in a daze, clouded over with unknown feelings and feelings of the unknown. what now?

“heh, squeeze out more of my cum.” shigaraki panted as he lifted himself up and out of you. you lay there, slack and unresponsive.

“fucked the brains out of her, boss.”

“nah. she’s just a playing dead. come on y/n!”

shigaraki planted a hard punch to your abdomen, pushing your soul back into your body by force and sputtering out a wheeze. dabi threw his head back in laughter, pushing his boss back for a turn of his own.

dabi punched you twice as hard, cackling at your defenselessness. “cant take a punch? what a pathetic excuse for a hero!”

you only could groan, trying to move your arms or roll over to throw up.

dabi smirked, side eyeing shigaraki again. “i think we can still have some more fun with her, what do you say boss, still got some in you?”

four hands all over you. blazing hot and freezing cold. they littered your skin with bruises and cuts, carving words and names into your flesh and showing off each second of it, recording your screams down in video.

the drugs wore off after a few hours, feeling every excruciating burn of every pain sensor in your body. your mind was gone, screams dying down to hollow, lifeless exertions that just so happened to come out of your mouth.

“oh look, UA put out an emergency broadcast!” shigaraki held a screen to your face. you could barely process the sounds-

“we are aware of the situation. we advise everyone to display common decency to not try to seek out the broadcast or anything regarding this, we are tracking down the villains as we speak and anyone who is watching. we will capture everyone involved, including any curious civilians, and bring back y/n to safety.”

“isn’t that nice!”

shigaraki sat you on his lap, brushing your hair out your face and making you pretty. he wiped your tears and the dirt and blood off your face, kissing the back of your bloodied head.

“after everything, my y/n,” shigaraki said softly, lifting up your chin. you stared at the ceiling. “i really do love you.”

your heart twinged. the last remaining spark in your brain ignited. a weak smile spread across your face, the blood from your nose leaking onto your tongue and the gap from dabi punching out your tooth showed. you were hideous.

a knife dug into your throat, face freezing in shock at the once-again betrayal. you felt shigaraki’s cock enter you once more, blood dripping down the front of your battered body. he grunted, slicing across your neck and ultimately, killing you.

shigaraki tomura had snuffed you, continuing to fuck into your growing cold body as dabi recorded for the population to watch. all of this- just to prove they could do anything they wanted.