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soooo you guys talked me into sharing unethical evil sadist shoto so here he is. all credit for this brainworm and building him goes to @ironmoonz thanks for letting me piggyback on your fabulous idea!! read the warnings before you move forward, and that will apply to other continuations of this verse. despite myself…..i love him. and i’m afraid of him. enjoy <3
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Despite your snippy comments to the contrary, there are plenty of times Shoto finds you pretty. Beautiful, even. Maybe he should tell you more.
This is one of those times.
Shoto opens his apartment door already smiling. You’d lasted longer than he’d anticipated, but he’d waited you out, and here’s his reward, already pouting up at him through angry, bitter tears. You’re stunning. It hits him square in the chest– how lovely you look, cheeks already pink and damp, eyes sparkling with something that you want so badly to be hatred. Shoto looks at the desire in your watery eyes and sighs.
“Back already?” The lie comes easily– he can’t have you thinking he was eager for you, but his fingers twitch by his side, aching for the give of your soft body under his strength. He hopes you’re hydrated.
“Fuck you,” you sniffle, pushing past him irritably, as if you hadn’t come of your own free will. Shoto doesn’t love you, but he has things about you he loves. He thinks. This is one of the things that make you so fascinating to him: you are so stubbornly persistent in denying yourself what you crave. It’s almost admirable.
Shoto trails you to the kitchen, admiring the lines of your body. He’s not shy about the way he watches you when the two of you are alone. He likens it to an artist and their preferred medium, but you hate it when he “says it like that”, so he follows the sway of your hips silently. Besides, he wants you to do the talking tonight.
“Did you break up with him?” Shoto asks tepidly as you round the corner into his kitchen, already making a move to dig through his fridge. You emerge with a bottled water, and something with claws stirs behind his ribcage.
“Fuck you,” you say again, but it’s a little sadder this time. His cock twitches. You have a rather nasty habit of this, keeping around the little boyfriends that Shoto lets you entertain even if you’re coming to him to get your fix. He tilts his head, studying you.
“You’re very toxic,” Shoto says mildly, holding his hand out expectantly. Your jaw drops by a fraction, but you bite back whatever snarky comment you were about to make, handing him the bottle anyway. Shoto notes this– you don’t seem in the mood to antagonize him too much. You’re learning. It thrills him.
“We got in a fight.” You don’t meet his eye when you tell him this. Shoto cocks an eyebrow; you don’t often give him any details about the pests you waste your time with when you aren’t staining his sheets.
“Do you…” he thinks for a beat, “want to tell me what it was about?”
You look up at him, surprise plain on your face. “You care?”
No. Shoto doesn’t want you to think he doesn’t care about you– well, he does sometimes. He will admit that he wouldn’t want your feelings hurt by someone so beneath you. You’re too good for anyone to hurt. Anyone else, anyway.
You smile lightly at him, but it’s a mean thing. “Didn’t think so.”
“You usually don’t like to tell me these things,” Shoto says. He’s feeling generous today, elated that you’ve come to your senses at least partially, and he grabs you by the waist, pulls you up to sit on his counter. He thinks while he comes to stand between your spread legs. This is unfamiliar territory for the both of you– you, hurt…emotionally. Coming to him. The realization is unexpectedly pleasant, gluttonously so. Shoto rubs a thumb absentmindedly over the warm skin of your thigh. See? I can be kind.
You eye the slow drag of his finger over your thigh, suspicious, but you sigh.
“We got in a fight about you,” you tell him, the bite returning to your voice when you shoot him a mean little look.
“Me?” Shoto fights the smile that threatens the corner of his mouth. It won’t be a kind one. “Why is that?”
“Because you, you fucking– ugh.” You dig your hands into your eyes, fingers balled into fists. When you look up at him again, it’s accusatory. “You paid for our dinner.”
“You’re welcome.”
You look like you want to slap him, and Shoto so hopes for your own good that you can control yourself.
“That’s fucked up, Sho.” You’re glaring at him. “You can’t do that. We were on a date, that’s like– like cucking him, or something.”
“You were taken care of like you like to be,” Shoto says, feeling dangerous annoyance rising in his chest. “I don’t see why you care who footed the bill.”
You furrow your brow. “Don’t say it like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m a fucking lapdog.”
Oh, aren’t you though? What a picture you’ve painted in his head: you, coddled and complacent, locked away in his apartment just waiting for him to come home and play with you. Shoto smirks, and you scowl outright at him.
“You’re sick,” you tell him, and he can hear the very real malice behind it. You get so testy with him when the mask slips. Shoto just scoffs.
“Then leave,” he says, tilting his head toward the door that he made sure to lock. Something flashes in your eyes, like panic. His blood sings. “Or, you can thank me for dinner.”
Shoto knows your decision was made the second you left your apartment, but he’s feeling merciful, watching interestedly while you pretend to fight yourself on it. He doesn’t often have patience for you in this way, but he’s missed you. You’ve spent weeks apart now, letting that asshole you’re playing house with drape his arm over you like a cheap coat in front of all of your friends. It had taken every modicum of Shoto’s self-control not to drag you into the bathroom and remind you exactly who you really belong to. He was rather impressed with the restraint he’d displayed.
“What do you want?” He sees the shift in your eyes, probably before you even feel it. That gorgeous, submissive thing that you become for him when you finally stop pretending. The gratification Shoto feels at watching you crumble, bit by bit, makes him lightheaded.
“What do you want?” He lobbies the question back at you, not because you have any control here, but because he likes making you say it.
You waver, eyes flicking toward the door. Shoto’s throat grows thick with the sticky rush of dark arousal that floods him because he’s just remembered that you still don’t know about the new lock he’d installed. The key weighs heavy in his pocket, as his pretty bird eyes the door of her cage. You just don’t know that it doesn’t open anymore.
“I…” you trail off, a fresh wave of tears welling in your eyes. Shoto sighs, thumbs at the wetness and sucks it off his finger while he waits. He knows this part is difficult for you.
“What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me,” you whimper, shoulders shaking with a small sob. Shoto almost rolls his eyes; you’re always so dramatic.
“And?” Your bottom lip wobbles, threatening more tears. Shoto tsks down at you disapprovingly. This is why he won’t let you go for so long next time; you forget so much of yourself when he loosens the leash. “Go ahead. Say it.”
“I want you to hurt me,” you say, watery and defeated but so hungry all the same. Shoto nearly hisses when the lovely admission reaches him. Your lips to god’s ears.
“Alright,” he agrees softly, tucking a gentle hand under your chin to tilt your face up to him. Now that you’ve conceded, there’s too many things fighting for room in your eyes: self-loathing, lust, shame, hunger, hatred. Shoto leans down, brushes his lips over yours. “Only because you asked so nicely.”
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The fabric swatches in your hand -an array of sunset colors- goes ignored. Instead, your boss' attention is locked entirely on you. Her eyes are narrowed, but her lips are pressing thin with a smile.
"Mitsuri," you sigh, still good humored. "Are you trying to set me up with your son?"
"Oh god, no. You're too good for him." Her heel taps against the linoleum as she leans back into her chair. There's a litany of overdue projects strewn about her desk, with an organizational system only the two of you could ever understand, but her work had been at an standstill all day. "But he's got friends and some of them are-"
She pauses, nose wrinkling even harder. "I can't say hot because they are my son's age, but-"
"I get it." You try to push the samples into her hand again, but Mitsuri shakes her head. Her son Katsuki is a frequent topic of conversation and she says equally positive and negative things about the man: he bought a car (she's so proud, but what a waste of money), he's successful in his career (but he could be more successful if he could fix his atttitude) and he's even bought his own apartment (but ever since his divorce, he's been alone in that damn apartment-)
"They're sweet guys," she continues. "One of 'ems this darling lil' teacher, tiny little dimples you just wanna bite-"
"Oh my god-" You throw your fabric over your face. Your single-ness has apparently become infamous. While you and Mitsuri are closer than boss and intern should be, this conversation is making your cheeks go hot.
"Or there's this red head who has biceps that are as big-"
"Mitsuri!"
"Or this beautiful boy with -"
"You're just peddling me to your son's friends!
"I'm peddling them to you! They are nice boys and you need a nice boy!" The last guy you were with was nothing of the sort. "Besides, if they ever do misbehave, I'll tell their mothers!"
With another awkward laugh you give up, just throwing you hand into the air in defeat. Truthfully, it has been... kind of hopeless lately. Dating apps certainly aren't giving you the next great romance you need in your life-
"I'll think about it."
"Think quick, because I'm having a party tonight and you're coming."
You figure out very, very quickly that Mitsuri is wrong. These boys are way too good for you.
Izuku -freckle boy- locks you into a conversation relatively quickly and you realize he's truly the button Mitsuri promised. Every topic he blabs about is dripping with passion and knowledge. On his side is a princely looking guy, who seems very content to simply listen and nod along.
The red head talks to you for a while and seems very, very normal. When your glass is empty, he brings you a refill without being asked. The party is a gaggle of people, just enough that when another person comes in, you can dip away to grab your shoes-
"Sneaking out?"
A voice catches you as you're closing the front door behind you. Mitsuri's house is in a quiet neighborhood, the soft glow of streetlights already kicking on as the sun settles into the horizon. April still has a chill on the breeze, so you pull your jacket close; Bakugo Katsuki wears only a tee shirt.
"Don't tell your mom."
Katsuki barks out a laugh, one a bit too loud. He's pressed against the brick wall that serves as a fence, one leg propped back for balance.
"Fuck, I wish I was leaving," he says, kicking gravel with the toe of his boot. A thin vape is tucked into his palm and you nearly cringe at the sight, but you decide to let him keep that a secret for now. "But it's supposed to be my party, so-"
"That's right. Happy birthday." It doesn't actually seem to be a party focused around him, despite his friends being most of the guests, but you wonder if he prefers it that way. His mother can be... intense. Having her full focus is a heavy weight to bear.
"Thanks."
There's a couple flecks of grey at his temple, accenting the blonde. It's charming, you decide. Ages him in a very attractive way. When his eyes dart to yours, you realize you're been staring at him for a long while.
"So," you clear your throat. "Your mom has no idea Midoriya is gay, huh?"
"Oh, fuck, no idea." He gives you a cock-eyed grin. "Not that she would have a problem with it, the gay thing, they just-- once it's out, it's out."
"She thought he was my 'perfect match,'" you laugh.
"Yeah, if you had a cock and your name was Shouto, you'd be his match." His smile slides a bit. "Listen, sorry the old lady made you come."
"It's okay. She just wants me to get laid."
You're joking, but he doesn't laugh. "Yeah, she bitches about that a lot."
You scoff. "No, she does not."
"Yeah, she does." Katsuki's eyes flicker to your lips. A glimmer of something bubbles in your chest, something that no one else at this party sparked. "'That girl's so smart, but she only sleeps with losers-'"
"No!" Your giggle is so high and girlish that you have to cover your face after it escapes you. "She did not say that."
"I bet she says worse about me."
Oh, yes, she does.
"She loves you a lot," you say instead. "She wants you to get a girlfriend."
"She wants me to fuck my ex."
The word 'fuck' leaves his lips and something thickens in your chest. His eyes flick back to your lips, then to the ground.
"I should get back in there before they notice I'm gone-"
"Or we can leave before they notice."
Katsuki blinks, eyebrows cocked, and you think you've miscalculated.
"You serious?"
"I mean, I-- yeah? If you want-"
"Yeah, duh, yeah." Bewilderment is the only expression he can make. "I'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth, fuck."
College friendship is sending one of your friends who's graduating soon a giant list of monster theory and gothic horror academic reading recs so they can download as many PDFs as possible before they lose their university database access
Got a request for some of the recs here, so here's a short-ish list of some of the reading recs -- I've made an effort to link open source and/or at least slightly more accessible databases like JSTOR wherever possible, but some of these are, admittedly behind various paywalls that I wish everyone luck with circumventing in whatever manner you deem fit
Monster Theory - Really great anthology to start with, especially the first reading, Jeffrey Jerome Cohen's famous "Monster Culture (Seven Theses)" which is a personal favorite
The Journal of the Fantastic in the Arts - A general SF/F journal, but there are definitely a lot of great monster theory and gothic horror readings sprinkled throughout. Consider taking a look at Veronica Hollinger's "The Vampire and/as Alien," the special issue on Dracula, and Faye J. Ringel's "Genetic Experimentation: Mad Scientists and the Beast," among others
Werewolf Histories edited by Willem Blécourt - Phenomenal anthology on werewolf scholarship, especially if you're interested in the connections between werewolves and witchcraft and/or witch trials in Early Modern Europe
Skin Shows: Gothic Horror and the Technology of Monsters by Jack Halberstam - Of interest to those who are interested in the connection between the gothic and gender (among other topics). Halberstam has written extensively on both
The Journal of Dracula Studies - Exactly what it sounds like.
Preternature: Critical and Historical Studies on the Preternatural - Another journal, which focuses on the connections between witchcraft and occultism, monsters, demonology, and the like.
Susan Stryker's "My Words to Victor Frankenstein Above the Village of Chamounix" - An absolutely landmark piece of writing on Frankenstein and the transgender (and in particular the transfeminine) experience; one of my favorite pieces of academic writing of all time.
Speaking of Monsters: A Teratological Anthology - Another solid monster theory anthology
Arts of Living on a Damaged Planet: Ghosts and Monsters of the Anthropocene - A really, really good anthology about the ecological gothic that I cannot recommend enough. As a known werewolf guy I especially like the piece "Wolf, or Homo homini lupus" by Carla Freccero
The Vampire Lectures by Lawrence Rickels - So many vampires
Monster Culture in the 21st Century: A Reader - Another anthology, I in particular recommend Rosalind Sibielski's "Gendering the Monster Within: Biological Essentialism, Sexual Difference, and Changing Symbolic Functions of the Monster in Popular Werewolf Texts" in this one.
"The Trans Legacy of Frankenstein" by Jolene Zigarovich - Definitely a good read if you enjoyed the Stryker piece earlier; it's a more general survey of the idea but might give you some ideas for further reading
TransGothic in Literature and Culture - A whole anthology of works on transgender identity and the gothic!
Twenty-First Century Gothic: An Edinburgh Companion - Not to be confused with the other similarly named anthology earlier, this one is on various modern perspectives on the gothic.
"Christians and Jews in the Twelfth Century Werewolf Renaissance" by David A. Shyovitz - Stand-alone article but really really interesting
Wonders and the Order of Nature: 1150-1750 by Lorraine Daston & Katherine Park - Incredible volume that gets into several different subjects surrounding the fantastical in the medieval and early modern eras, monsters among them. The same authors have written some other fantastic work, such as "Unnatural Conceptions: The Study of Monsters in Sixteenth- and Seventeenth-Century France and England" and I honestly would recommend any of their work.
Monster Anthropology: Ethnographic Explorations of Transforming Social Worlds Through Monsters - A more anthropology focused volume, I particularly like Rozanna Lilley's "Drawing in the Margins: My Son's Arsenal of Monsters—(Autistic) Imagination and the Cultural Capital of Childhood"
Marvels, Monsters, and Miracles: Studies in the Medieval and Early Modern Imaginations - Another anthology, this time with a historical perspective
This isn't even everything I've dug into on the subject, but I hope it's enough to get folks started on some reading!
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re: ai fanfics — fandom culture 100% has affected the way writers churn out content now. there’s no defense for ai writing but when your only feedback is comments begging for an update or part 2 instead of engaging with someone art turns a hobby into a numbers game. even the short form smut I see in the tags are all ai written because everyone is so focused on getting notes/hits. please engage with artists meaningfully!!!!!!!!
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meeting someone on fetlife/a kink club and developing this intense master/sub bdsm relationship--
only for you two to suddenly have to start interacting in the "real world" and trying to awkwardly avoid telling people you know each other because he spanked you until you couldn't sit down last night-
