♡ Twenty Three

haiii twinnn 15 and 25 for the soft asks plssss :333

twinnn (yesss i wanna hear what ur most proudest of in the dms i love lore drops)

n e waysss

15; comfort food?

uhh i’m so basic w this it’s lwk embarrassing but like my adhd and the tism doesn’t really allow me to branch out and i usually stick to the same kinds of foods, lately though i’ve been trying new things with my friends and that’s been fun

but uh either chicken alfredo or chicken tenders and fries, but like if we’re getting deep with it probably mac and cheese (trauma lolll)

25; if your soul was a color, what would it be?

damn and u said i was getting deep?? uh honestly idrk i love all kinds of colors, especially blues and reds and grays, some oranges/yellows, pastels are cool too, some greens ig

hmm idk really, although if i had to pick i’ve always been deeply connected and attached to aquamarine, teal and sage.

there’s js something abt these three colors that feel like home to me, but if i have to specifically pick one i’d have to go with teal

♪ ༘⋆ ᴅʀᴀᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ — t.todoroki smau

in which tomura shigaraki’s sister is forced to move in with him. she knew of his band already, but she never expected to become close to any of them, especially not her brother’s best friend. and she never expected that it could ruin her life any more than it already was.

cw: use/abuse of alcohol, drugs and substances; illegal activities; overall very stupid, messy decision making; kys jokes; mentions and allusions domestic violence; enji todoroki being a shitty father; parents in general being shitty; suggestive language; toxic relationships (but all the gay people are happy); mentions and depictions of child abuse; eventual smut (probably); will include written parts marked with 𝄞 (anything specific will be tagged in the chapter it applies to)

⋆ 18+ mdni

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do I wanna know // if this feelin' flows both ways // Sad to see you go // was sorta hopin' that you'd stay // baby, we both know // that the nights were mainly made for sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day

⋆ playlist

♪ ༘⋆ ʟɪɴᴇ ᴜᴘ

⋆ meet the band

⋆ meet the entourage

⋆ online shenanigans

♪ ༘⋆ ꜱᴇᴛʟɪꜱᴛ – ᴀᴄᴛ ɪ

i. stranger danger

ii. shush boykissers 𝄞

iii. practice session

iv. showtime 𝄞

v. successful kidnapping

vi. cold soba

vii. the offer 𝄞

viii. drive 𝄞

ix. family dinner 𝄞

x. keigo lore drop

xi. missing [upcoming]

xii. tbd [upcoming]

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took a break yesterday to rest, then spent some time with my gf and our friend today so i’m feeling much better and energized

so because of that, i will be writing tonight. i might not get the chapter posted but i will attempt to get it finished

y’all i’m so sorry i feel like i’m lacking fr, i haven’t updated l.o.v.e since march 29th

which granted is only a few days ago but i mean i was pumping out chapter after chapter and now i’m js in a funk

blue lock has a chokehold on me currently

my chronic illness (migraines) has been acting up too though so unfortunately i can’t look at a screen for longer than thirty minutes without wanting to kms i’m so sorry

i’ll try to get something out today, maybe like a checkpoint or some tweets but i fear this fuck ass migraine ain’t cutting it

.ᐟ fuck first, fight after ♡ Reo Mikage

.ᐟ cw: You hate reo so much you let him fuck you, Smut mdni, Hate sex, dirty talk

"𝐻𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑" - 𝑂𝑢𝑖 𝑏𝑦 𝑗𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖ℎ

⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡

You hated Reo. You hated his guts. You hated him so much. So fucking much. He made your blood boil and spill over. His presence alone made you clench your fists so hard, you’d end up with a broken nail and crescent-shaped indents in your palm. You hated his filthy rich ass so much that everytime you guys made eye contact, you wanted to jump into a tub full of bleach. You hated how he got everything without working for it. You hated how everything came so easy for him. 

So, you didn’t get why. If you hated him so much, why were you at his house, bent over his study table, taking his fat cock up your needy little cunt. Why was your pussy sucking him in, why were you getting wetter with every thrust. Why were you getting turned on by the dirty stuff he was whispering in your ear.

He was bent over you, hair falling over his face, sweat dripping down his exposed chest. He was wearing a white button-up with black dress pants. 

He only had his shirt unbuttoned, and the rest was still on. 

You, on the other hand, were nearly naked beneath him, clawing at his desk as he held you up with his large hands that wrapped around your hips. Blunt nails digging into you. 

You cried out, telling him you hated him and he’s an asshole.

“Fuck.. reo pull out please, i’m tired” you whined, arching your back, giving him the perfect view of your round ass slapping against his pelvis. 

“I would pull out but everytime i try to, your pussy pulls me in. now what do i do about that, hm?” he asked, you could hear the mockery in his voice. What's worse is that he wasn’t even lying. You were clenching around him, begging him to pull orgasm after orgasm out of you. 

He grunted, kneading your ass, spanking you, he leaned down, kissing down your back and moving up towards your ear.

“I hate you.. I hate you reo” you sobbed, tears rolled down your face, you could say whatever you wanted but your face showed exactly how much you loved having his cock rearrange your insides. 

“Keep hating me, but we both know you’ll crawl back to me, beg me to fuck you and ruin you all over again” he grunted, smirking against your ear before licking it, you shivered. He was balls deep, moving one of his hands to rub rough circles on your clit. Sloppily playing with your slippery pussy. 

“I didn’t even imagine a woman could get this fucking wet, fuck, tell me it feels good” 

“F-fuck off…ngh- fuck fuck right there, reo!” 

“You won’t cum until you tell me it feels good” he said, pinching your clit, making you shriek. You bit down on your lip, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Reo..” 

“Say it. Now.” fucking sadist, fucking hate him, you could feel yourself about to blow, figuratively and literally. 

“I..” you swallowed your pride, or maybe you had already done that when you spread your legs open for the man you hate “it feels so.. Fucking good” you groaned, gasping at the change in pace. Before you knew it, you were cumming around him, screaming his name, scratching down the wooden table. Your pussy throbbed and pulsed around him, making him chuckle. 

“You’re a slut for dick, yn” he grinned, degrading you even more than you had been. 

He pulled out, jerking himself off and finishing on your back.

“I hate you..” you breathed, your knees almost buckling, but he surprisingly caught you.

“I love you too.” 

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A/n: I live for hate sex, its so hot

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────⋆⋅☆ Fell in lust ! Lust for love

.ᐟCw: Suggestive, street racer!otoya x Stripper!reader, dramatic?

"𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒, 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑝. 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘, 𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ" - 𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐

──⋆⋅☆

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Otoya was the type of man who would live at the strip club. He’d literally buy out whatever woman he thought would look best with him. Sometimes for only the night, sometimes the whole day. Sometimes more than one girl. He came alone to relax after a race.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t seem to find anyone who caught his eye. Until they landed on you. You came onto the stage in your tiny little costume, not doing much to cover anything. 

He swallowed hard, not being able to take his eyes off of you. His drink was stuck in his hand and he was frozen, lips parted. He watched you danced around the pole so fucking seductively. He moved down on the sofa he was sitting on, adjusting his length. 

The bright flashing neon lights showed just enough of your smile, curves, body, and face, but not everything. 

He wanted more, he was desperate to see your actual smile, your body without clothes, and especially the faces you’d make if you were under him. 

After you finished up. Someone came after you and collected all the money to bring it backstage.

“Thank you.” You smiled at the guy, he nodded and left. You placed all the cash inside a bag and stuffed it in your locker. You left to get a drink when you were met with an unfamiliar presence standing beside the door.

“Oh, hello? Can I help?” you asked, tilting your head. The guy with the dual coloured hair looked down at you, smirking. He moved in closer, invading your privacy.

"Couldn’t take my eyes off you out there, babe. Looked downright sinful on that pole—had me thinking all kinds of things."

He said not even greeting you back. You were taken aback by the boldness. Laughing under your breath, you smiled at him, thanking him. 

You tried going around him to get your drink but he grabbed your arm, spinning you around to face him.

“Hey! What the h-” 

“Do you do private rooms?” he said, pulling you closer to him. You grit your teeth, placing your hands on his chest to maintain distance. 

“Only for some and i’m on break right now asshole”

You could hear him muttering under his breath, he looked down at you again.

“Please, just 30 minutes, that's all i’m asking for. I’ll give you.. I’ll pay 50k. Just give me a lap dance, I won’t ask for anything else.” 

The fuck?

Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets after hearing 50k? Was he fucking mental? Or just rich? 50k for 30 minutes is beyond insane. Not to mention the fact that he sounded like he was begging. You looked anywhere but at him.

“I..” you sighed, rubbing your forehead. “Look, i’m not doing VIP or private rooms right now but-”

“A kiss.”

“What?” you scoffed, pulling back to look at him like he’s crazy. Oh. Maybe that’s what he was, crazy. 

“A kiss, that's all”

“Dude, listen, i-” he interrupted you again, making you wanna punch him

“75k” 

“Oh my fu.. It’s not about the money!” you said, trying to get it through his thick skull.

“100k” damn. That’s a whole 3-4 months' worth of work, all for a single kiss.

“I..”

“150k” 

“OK! OK!, STOP!” you shouted, pushing him back against the door behind him.

“Jesus, fuck.” you cursed, wrapping your arms around him, though your heels were high as hell, he still managed to be taller than you. 

You tilted your head, leaning in to kiss him. You felt him melt into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer till your chest was pressed against his toned body. 

He didn’t need to strip for you to be able to tell he worked out. 

He moved his hand down, cupping your ass, nibbling on your bottom lip, slipping his tongue past your lips.

Isn’t this going a bit further than just a kiss? Is what the logical thing to think was but instead your mind was foggy, too lost in his expert lips and tongue and the way his boner was pressed against your thigh. 

Even though his length was covered, you could tell he was long. 

You tilted your head back, letting him devour you, your arms tightened around his neck until you finally came back to reality and realized others could probably see you.

“Fuck.. hey!” you whisper yelled, pushing away from him. You looked up and holy fuck did he look hot. 

Lips red and swollen and eyes red around the edges. Did he smoke weed? You cleared your throat, looking away awkwardly. 

“Sorry..” he sighed, seeming down for some reason. 

“My money.”

“What?” 

“My money??” you repeated, lifting your hands as you shrugged. 

You scoffed, of course he was all talk, you can’t believe you just made out with this freaking weirdo and believed he could pay you. 

“Oh yeah, i’d say I’ll write you a check, but due to legal reasons, i won’t do that,” he said, laughing awkwardly, pulling out his phone and calling someone. You lifted your eyebrows, seeing how long he would continue this act. 

“Just drop it, I know you do-” 

Some dude randomly interrupted handing a fat fucking stack of cash to the green and white haired guy. 

Your eyes widened; you don’t think you’ve ever seen this much cash in your life all at once. 

“Thanks, man, ‘preciate it,” he said, and the other black haired dude left. 

“Thanks for the kiss, babe,” he said, placing the stack of hundreds in your hand. It was so big, it didn’t even fit in your hand. 

You couldn’t even bring yourself to respond, you stared at him in pure shock. 

He walked past you, giving you one last smile. You were frozen till you turned around to see the guy was gone. You quickly ran past the large crowd of people who were chatting and dancing until you caught up to him, almost about to exit the building.

“Hey! Wait!” you yelled, out of breath. 

“Hm?” he turned out, wondering if he had left something.

“Tomorrow..” you mumbled, coming closer. “I'm free tomorrow.. If you.. Still want that lap dance,” you said, clearing your throat and looking at the ground. Why the hell were you suddenly feeling shy?

“Heh, thanks, cutie, i’ll come around tomorrow,” he said, waving at you as he left. 

The same friend pulled up, picking him up and both of them left. 

It took you a couple of seconds to realize that neither of you asked for the other's name. Fuck. 

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A/n: for reference. 150k dollars in cash is around 6 inches thick (15.2cm). whats funny, this was initially supposed to be a oneshot but i liked it too much, so i made it into a mini series

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Anomaly (Chapter 1) - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

Ever since he was rescued by All Might from All For One, Shimura Tenko's led a charmed life - except that he's a beta, in a society where alphas are privileged, omegas are prioritized, and betas are an afterthought. But when Tenko finds himself investigating a series of designation-swaps that have devastated the lives of the victims, he comes face to face with the terrible truths at the heart of society's placid, inflexible structure, and the enigmatic villain who's bent on exposing it all. The one they call Love's Executioner - otherwise known as, you. (cross-posted to Ao3)

dividers by @cafekitsune

Chapter 1

Divorce epidemic: Small town in Okayama Prefecture experiences 200% increase in no-fault petitions since previous reporting period Designation dysphoria? Psychologists in Hyogo Prefecture report an increasingly prevalent set of delusions Google search: can designations change The urban legend that just won’t die: No, you can’t change your designation. Google search: my designation changed Suicide rate spikes in Kagawa Prefecture; threefold increase over the course of a month Government forms task force to investigate reported declines in suppressant effectiveness From Omega to Alpha: Chart-topping idol tells all about stunning transformation!

Google search: change designation back

Tenko’s already late when he wakes up, and the fact that he Decays his alarm clock out of spite doesn’t improve things much. He has a hell of a lot to do before work. He knew that last night, but that didn’t stop him from playing League of Legends until three am with Spinner and Twice, and now he’s paying for it. Tenko changes into street clothes, stuffs a frozen waffle into his mouth, and books it out the door.

He’s back before he can even make it to the elevator, because his medication reminder starts freaking out. He forgot his suppressants, like he does about every other day, and he probably wouldn’t take them at all if he didn’t have an alarm set. Tenko thinks it’s bullshit that he has to take suppressants. He’s a beta, not some alpha or omega who’s constantly at risk of going into heat or rut and sending the office into meltdown mode. There’s no reason for him to take this stupid pill every day.

But Tenko’s a beta, and it’s not worth it. He’ll get busted if he fails a blood test, same as anybody else. He swallows the damn thing dry, grabs another frozen waffle, and races back to the elevator.

He checks his phone on the way and sees that he forgot to log off the hero network again, which means his screen is covered in expired alert notifications — most of them yellow, a few of them orange. He swipes them away rather than reading through them. Angsting about everything that happened while he was off duty is All Might behavior, and Tenko’s number one rule for maintaining work-life balance is taking note of what All Might does and doing the exact opposite.

For off-duty behavior, at least. When Tenko’s out in the street, he’s on duty, and that means that when he hears the screech of metal on metal followed by hideous crunching noises and car alarms going off, he picks up the pace and runs a block and a half to get there first. Just like All Might would do.

It’s a car accident. Two cars, one flipped, one wrapped around a streetlight, and at least one person’s been thrown clear. Tenko drops his backpack and goes to them first, assessing the basics for their injuries. They aren’t breathing well — their chest is rising and falling lopsided — and the air around them is flooded with alpha pheromones and panic. If it was some alpha bullshit that caused this accident —

“Help,” the alpha gasps, and Tenko’s about to tell her he’s still assessing when she elaborates. “My husband — in the car — he’s pregnant —”

Great. Nobody stays calm when babies are involved, and Tenko’s still the only one on the scene. He looks around for the nearest bystander, orders them to call emergency services, and addresses the crowd that’s gathering. “Anybody here with life support training?” A couple of hands go up, and Tenko assigns roles at random. “You, grab an AED. Every store on this block should have one. You two, get over here. Get ready to start CPR.”

He waits for them to move, then races over to the car that hit the streetlight. Just like the injured alpha, the omega victim is flooding the scene, bad enough to make Tenko cough — but even as his eyes stream, his mind stays clear. He Decays the broken window on the passenger side and addresses the victim. “My name’s Shimura Tenko. I’m a pro hero and I’m here to help you.”

Most heroes are alphas with a few omegas mixed in, but All Might’s adamant that betas make the best rescue heroes, and Tenko agrees. Alphas and omegas are vulnerable to pheromone releases no matter how many suppressants they’re on, but Tenko could be surrounded by enough overlapping clouds of pheromones to choke an air purifier and still keep a clear head. Alphas make a situation volatile, omegas defer if there’s an alpha anywhere in the mix, even if it’s the wrong thing to do. For high-stakes rescue heroics, where lives are on the line, betas do it better than anybody else. It’s about all betas are good for.

If that’s all Tenko’s good for, he’ll take it. He does a visual assessment of the victim’s injuries — as much as he can with the way the car’s crumpled — then remembers there’s a second car. “I have to check the other victim. I’ll be right back,” Tenko says, and the omega seizes his arm. An alpha wouldn’t be able to resist what the omega’s putting out, but Tenko’s able to free his arm without trouble. “I’m not leaving. I’ll be right back. Count back from a hundred for me, okay? By threes. I’ll be back before you’re done.”

The driver of the second car is dead. They weren’t wearing a seatbelt and they’re crumpled against the windshield, but Tenko checks the brachial and radial pulses just to be sure. Is there anyone else in the car? He hears muffled crying, Decays the back passenger window, and peers in.

Fuck. There are kids. Two of them. Both buckled in, both bleeding, neither of them with crush injuries, which means it’s safe to get them out. Tenko Decays the door, too, then wedges himself into position to catch the first kid once their seatbelt’s off. The kid flops down into Tenko’s arms, and Tenko supports their head and shoulders, trying to figure out how to maneuver them out of the car.

“We’ve got him!” There’s an EMT out there, with a stretcher and another one coming closer. “Pass him out and get the other one!”

Works for Tenko. He wedges himself further into the car. The second kid is freaking out a lot worse than the other one, and Tenko realizes that this is going to be a more complicated rescue in a hurry. This kid’s quirk is active. And given that she looks to be about six years old, the likelihood that she can retract the claws sprouting from between her knuckles when she’s this scared is pretty low.

Tenko’s been a kid with a dangerous quirk. He knows the drill. “I’m going to get you out of there,” he promises. “I need you to do something for me first. Make an X with your arms like this so your claws stay pointed out. I’m going to unbuckle you —”

“I’ll fall!”

“I’ll catch you. That’s why I’m here.” Tenko knows better than to put on an All Might-style grin. “Cross your arms — perfect — and count to three for me. We’ll go on three.”

“One,” the girl sobs. “Two —”

Tenko Decays her seat, seatbelt and all, and catches her. He kicks out the window on the other side, passes her through it to another pair of EMTs, then crawls out the way he came in. By this point there’s an incident commander, somebody Tenko recognizes vaguely, and he heads her way. “What’s next?”

“We can’t get the victim out of that car,” she says. “His legs are crushed. It’ll be a miracle if he makes it to the hospital, but he won’t if they have to spend an hour cutting him out. Can you —”

“Tell them to get ready. I’ve got this.”

The victim’s got enough people comforting him that he doesn’t get mad at Tenko for leaving and not coming back, so Tenko ignores him and searches for a starting point. He needs to do this fast. Once the EMTs are in position, Tenko plants both hands on the hood and activates Decay at full strength.

He used to think his quirk was evil, that nothing good could come out of destruction, but he knows better now. There’s no such thing as a good quirk or an evil quirk. It’s about how you use it, and as Tenko uses his to free the omega victim from the totaled car and deliver him into the hands of the EMTs, he remembers all over again that his quirk is a good thing. Or at least it can be. Tenko sticks around until the ambulances have left, confirms that the cleanup crew don’t want him to get rid of the cars, and hits the road before the press can put in an appearance. He’s even later to work than he was already going to be, but he has a feeling his boss won’t mind.

There was never really a question about where Tenko would go after he graduated from UA — All Might’s agency, because nowhere else would take a beta hero and it was where he wanted to go anyway. Tenko should probably be a little less shameless about cashing in on the benefits of being raised as All Might’s ward, but he also knows All Might is pretty sensitive to his help being rejected, and after everything he’s done for Tenko, the least Tenko can do is make him happy by accepting a few perks.

Tenko’s a hero because of All Might. Tenko’s alive because of All Might. If All Might hadn’t killed All For One almost fourteen years ago, Tenko would still be under his thumb. Still thinking he was built to destroy, still carrying around Tomura as his name. Tomura. The one who brings mourning. Tenko remembers explaining his new name to All Might in the hospital after he was rescued, and he remembers how All Might’s famous smile shifted into a teeth-clenched grimace. You can pick any name you want, he said to Tenko. Except that one.

In the end, Tenko fell back on his old name, the one his parents gave him before they realized he was a beta and therefore a disappointment. What he did to his family is hard to live with, still. On his bad days, Tenko believes every word Sensei ever told him, and some part of him always will. The rest of the time, the rest of him knows better.

He’s barely set foot on the training floor in Might Tower before Twice tackles him. “Hey! Shimura! Saw you on the news —”

Tenko grimaces and breaks Twice’s grip. “I got out of there way before the cameras got there.”

“People were filming,” Spinner announces, putting Tenko in an instant headlock. All Might must have ordered them to jump him. “The HPSC reposted the video —”

“And it’s already been played ten thousand times!” Midoriya reports from somewhere far away from Tenko. His natural quirk is good for fuck all against Tenko, and All Might doesn’t want him using One For All against anybody but villains. “It’s excellent press!”

“Somebody died,” Tenko says. He winds Spinner with an elbow to the gut and twists free. “They shouldn’t put that on the news.”

“You should have become an underground hero if you wanted your exploits to stay off the news,” Tobita says. He’s keeping his distance, or else Tenko would bite the Twice clone that’s holding him and go kick his ass. “And if you’re going to do hero work in street clothes, you might want to put a little more thought into your look.”

Tenko finally shakes free of his friends and looks down at himself. “What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s tragic that you have to ask,” Tobita says, and sighs dramatically. “Then again, you are a beta. Maximizing attractiveness isn’t at the top of your priorities list.”

Tenko grits his teeth. “Are you sure you aren’t gay?”

“I’m waiting until I’ve found my mate. Then we’ll see.”

If Tenko talks to an alpha or an omega long enough, mating inevitably come up. It’s why he hangs out with betas when he can. Betas don’t talk about ruts, because they don’t have them, and they don’t talk about heats because they don’t have those either, and they don’t care about finding mates in general. Whatever the difference is between betas and everybody else, it strips away the desire to couple up and reproduce along with the fertility. Or at least it’s supposed to.

Tenko thought everybody felt the way he does and was just embarrassed to talk about it. It took him until a few months ago to realize that his fellow betas aren’t secretly yearning for a mate. It’s not an unspoken beta-designation thing. There’s legitimately something wrong with Tenko’s brain, something he’s never going to mention to anyone ever again. He doesn’t give a shit about having kids. It’s probably best for everybody if his quirk dies with him. But his stupid ass is out here yearning anyway, and yearning in the worst possible way. There aren’t even any female betas – betas are all male, and Tenko’s straight. Female alphas want omegas, and female omegas want alphas. Tenko and his fucking yearning are stuck together for the rest of his life.

Tenko doesn’t think about it very much. His life is good. He’s gotten really lucky, multiple times, so much that he could almost call his life charmed if he hadn’t stumbled into it after accidentally killing his family and being kidnapped and brainwashed by a monster. If yearning for a mate is the only thing that’s wrong with Tenko, Tenko has it pretty fucking easy.

All Might arrives, finally, and rescues Tenko from the middle of a pile of Twice clones, giving him a bone-cracking hug. “Well done,” he says, and lets Tenko go. “Gather ‘round, everyone. Today’s assignments are in. As you know, our agency is unique, and there are places for each and every one of your unique talents to protect and serve others!”

All Might’s agency used to just be him and his sidekick, Sir Nighteye. Sir Nighteye didn’t approve of All Might taking Tenko in — he called it letting in a stray — and All Might took it so personally that he turned letting in the strays into his agency’s entire policy. Almost everybody, from the heroes to the support staff to the PR department to the maintenance guys, is somebody who somebody else threw away. People like Twice, who went from the foster system straight to jail. People like Spinner, who grew up in a shit town that treats mutant-type quirks like trash. People like Magne, who’s trans, and Toga, whose quirk scares people, and even Tobita, whose failure to launch fast enough out of high school would have kept him from being a hero. Betas and omegas, people whose designations get them almost uniformly rejected from hero academies across the country, are the majority. The news calls All Might’s agency ‘eclectic’. The tabloids call it a freak show.

The hero community’s gotten used to it. All Might’s always fielding requests for team-ups or visits, so much so that he has to sort through them and pick just a few. Twice and Tobita get a PR visit — going to a foster home to meet the kids and talk about heroes and quirks. Spinner has a surveillance job, like usual, and Toga’s headed down to the hospital like she almost always is. Everybody else gets farmed out to other agencies, until it’s just Tenko and Midoriya and two pieces of paper in All Might’s hand.

He glances at one of them and sighs. “This was for young Todoroki, from Hawks, but unfortunately he’s, uh, indisposed.”

“Again? He was in heat two weeks ago,” Tenko says. He remembers — he got a bunch of horny texts from Touya, because Touya apparently forgets how to read when he’s in heat and thought he was sending them to Hawks or his other alpha fuckbuddy. “He’s making it up for more vacation time.”

“He’s not! Some people experience rapid cycling,” Midoriya, also an omega, pipes up. “It’s very difficult to control. He’s probably not having fun.”

“And everyone at my agency gets the same amount of vacation time,” All Might reminds Tenko. Tenko rolls his eyes. “No designation is privileged over the others here.”

No, but if Tenko took a week off of work just to fuck, everybody would have questions about that. “Which of us is getting sent to Hawks instead?”

“We aren’t able to meet that request,” All Might says. He looks at the last piece of paper. “Young Midoriya, you’ll stay here at dispatch. Tenko, you and I have been summoned to Shiroiwa, in Kagawa prefecture.”

That name sounds familiar. Tenko can’t remember why, but he’s never against an away mission. The fact that All Might hasn’t said what it is means it’s confidential, which means Tenko can lord it over Midoriya later that he got to do something cool while Midoriya minds the desk. “Sounds good.”

It’s eight hours to Kagawa by car, four and a half by Shinkansen, but in All Might’s jet, which All Might takes on long trips so he won’t bring traffic to a standstill, it’s a cool hour and a half. Tenko’s not at all interested in climbing the charts, but he has to admit that there are perks to being in the top 10. Like no crying babies on the plane, and snacks. Tenko’s frozen waffles this morning feel like a distant memory. He starts raiding the pantry.

“Tenko,” All Might says, and Tenko looks up. “I meant what I said. Your work this morning was exemplary. You should be proud.”

“I was just who was there.”

“I’m proud of you,” All Might says. “Even if you aren’t proud of yourself.”

He studies Tenko for a moment. “Is something wrong?”

“No.”

“Let me try again. Something’s wrong. What is it?” All Might asks. Tenko shakes his head. “I’ve known you since you were eight years old, and lying’s not your strong point. What’s going on?”

There’s no way Tenko’s bringing this up to All Might. But he needs to tell All Might something, or All Might won’t let it go. Tenko picks a topic at random. “My phone yelled at me because I forgot to take my suppressants this morning. I’m sick of taking them.”

All Might’s expression shifts in sympathy. “Are you experiencing side effects? There are multiple brands —”

“No, they’re fine. I just don’t want them,” Tenko says. All Might raises an eyebrow. “I’m not a hypocrite. Alphas and omegas not taking theirs fucks them and everybody else over, but nobody suffers if I stop taking mine except some big pharma exec who won’t make money off my prescription. I shouldn’t have to blood test once a month at random like the alphas and omegas do if I’m not the problem. It’s bullshit and you know it.”

All Might sits down in the seat across from Tenko’s. “It’s true,” he says. “Alphas and omegas off their suppressants are a disaster. You’ve read your history. Society’s most significant advancements didn’t occur until after primitive suppressants were developed and distributed. Suppressants provide for a stable society.”

“Yeah, but —”

“And even knowing that,” All Might continues, “alphas and omegas don’t want to take them. Someone needs to set an example.”

“An example,” Tenko repeats. “I have to pop pills my whole life to set a good example?”

“If a rule applies to everyone, no one can claim they’re being unfairly singled out,” All Might points out. He steals a cookie out of the package Tenko just opened. “Betas frequently set a good example. You set one during your rescue today.”

“By doing something.”

“By proving it could be done,” All Might says. “Think about how an alpha or omega hero would have handled those victims and that scene.”

Tenko doesn’t need to think about it. He’s seen it. “Alpha commands,” he says. “And omegas do that weird thing where they’re, like — hitting on you —”

“Platonic seduction,” All Might says, which is one hell of a contradiction in terms. “These approaches both have something in common. What is it?”

“Is this a trick question?”

“No.” All Might eats another one of Tenko’s cookies. “Think about it. They have the same end goal as you did — a controlled scene, calm victims —”

“Except they’re doing it by force,” Tenko says. All Might nods. “You’re saying my way is better.”

“Yes,” All Might says. “Adding extra force to an already stressful scene increases the potential for chaos, particularly given the diverging reactions of each designation to those uses of force — and yet, the prevailing wisdom is still that heroes should use force in controlling a scene.”

“That’s not what you do,” Tenko mutters.

All Might smiles halfway. “I’m not an alpha.”

Everybody thinks All Might’s insistence on training beta and omega heroes is some weird fixation, because they can’t imagine All Might being anything but an alpha. But All Might isn’t an alpha. He’s a beta, just like Tenko is, so he knows it’s possible for a beta to be a hero. “Everyone assumes my ability to control scenes without force is unique to me. You proved that others can do it, too. That makes it much harder to ignore as the preferred strategy.”

“Yeah, yeah. Betas make the world go round, as usual,” Tenko says. He manages to grab one cookie before All Might eats the last one. “I still don’t want the pills.”

All Might sighs. “Are you unhappy with your designation, Tenko?”

“No,” Tenko says. He never envies alphas or omegas, except when he thinks about being alone for the rest of his life. “It’s just a pain in the ass.”

“Indeed,” All Might agrees. “But the fact that you’re a beta is why you’re on this mission and my successor is minding a desk.”

“Huh?”

“Here.” All Might picks up a folder and slides it across the table to Tenko. “I saw your expression. When I mentioned Shiroiwa, it meant something to you.”

“That’s the town where the suicide rate blew up,” Tenko says. “They think heroes should be investigating this?”

“At the moment, it’s not clear what this is,” All Might says. “No one will talk about what happened. It’s the opinion of earlier investigators that shame and distrust are keeping them quiet. They need to see people they can trust, who don’t provoke the sort of intense emotions that alphas and omegas do.”

Betas. “So we’re supposed to interview people about their dead relatives?”

“We’re supposed to interview anyone,” All Might says. “My presence will draw them out. Officially, I’m here to provide support and comfort in this trying time. It’s your job to talk to anyone who will speak and try to discern exactly what happened here. Prior to the first four suicides, which all occurred on the same day, Shiroiwa hadn’t seen a death by suicide in seven years. It’s hard to imagine there wasn’t a precipitating event.”

“Talk to people, figure out what happened,” Tenko says. “You sure you don’t want Midoriya?”

“People who are suffering need to feel listened to and understood,” All Might says. “As evidenced by how you brought so many people who’d previously felt invisible to the agency, the person in my agency best equipped to do that is you.”

Shiroiwa feels haunted. Tenko’s not superstitious, but there’s no other word for it. Something bad happened here, and he needs to figure out what it is so it can’t happen anywhere else. People are slow to talk. Tenko asks them how they’re doing, and it’s fifteen minutes of small talk before anything starts to come out. But once it does, Tenko starts to get a picture of things. Or at least where things started. Everybody who’s killed themselves attended a school festival the week before the first death.

“Did anything weird happen at the festival?” he asks, over and over again. “Or not weird. Even just something that stood out?”

Nobody has a good answer. It’s two hours into the event before someone tells Tenko what happened to some of the people who killed themselves. She’s weird about it, too. Embarrassed, even though she has her face covered. She beckons Tenko away from the others and keeps her voice low, so he has to lean in. “Their designations changed,” she says. “Alphas to betas, omegas to alphas, betas to — anything. Anybody to anything. You knew who it happened to. The scents switched on a dime.”

Designation switching is an urban legend. Or something that happens in porn. Tenko keeps nodding, anyway, and the woman keeps talking. “People who it happened to, they got shunned. Like it was contagious. Maybe it is. I don’t know.”

“Did everybody who got switched kill themselves?” Tenko asks, and she shakes her head. “Was there any pattern to who did or didn’t — or who was affected —”

“No kids,” the woman says. “It was a school festival. The place was covered with kids, but none of them got swapped. Only adults. And as far as who killed themselves and who didn’t — I don’t know. I don’t know why some of them survived it.”

“Can you point to anybody who did?” Tenko asks, and she points to herself.

Now he gets why she’s hiding. If they’re treating people with the switch like they’re contagious, then no wonder. “Come with me,” Tenko says, and she shakes her head. Her original designation and swapped designation don’t matter, but Tenko can’t tell what she is now. “If you talk to All Might, you can explain what you just told me, and we can stop this from happening again.

“Stop it? You don’t even know what started it.” The masked woman shakes her head. “I have to go.”

“Wait.” Tenko catches her arm. It doesn’t matter if she’s crazy — she’s the only lead, and if she got her designation switched, they can confirm it. Her hand closes over his and forces him to let go. “Look, if you won’t come explain, point to somebody else who got switched. Nobody’s going to believe this designation-switching thing without proof. You know that.”

She nods. Beckons Tenko closer again. “Look for Minami Mizuho, Motobuchi Tadakatsu, Shimizu Takako, and Hatagami Arisa. They were too embarrassed to talk. They sent me.”

“Thank you,” Tenko says. “If you’re right about this — what you just told me is going to help a lot of people. Even if it was hard to talk about.”

“It’s weird that it’s so hard to talk about,” the woman says. She’s about Tenko’s age, huddled inside a coat that’s too big for her. “Nobody can be quiet about designations most of the time. Except when they change.”

“Yeah,” Tenko agrees. “It’s probably scary.”

“Scary?”

“Yeah. Saying it makes it real.”

The woman thinks about it for a moment, then shakes her head. “It’s real enough for them,” she says. “Ask them.”

Tenko gets to it. Finds the people she named in the crowd, talks to all of them, and doesn’t remember until he and All Might are back on the plane that he never asked for his source’s name.

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Bass Player Touya / (t.todoroki x GN! Reader) (Drabble)

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☆ cw / tw : cock warming, teasing. touya's mean :(

"You're squirming.." Touya's voice was deep and sultry as he dragged his hand up your thigh. "Stop squirming baby. 'M tryna focus here." He whispered, leaning in to press a chaste kiss on the soft juncture of your collar.

Touya's cock pulsated in you. The tip pressed snugly inside you. You were the one to approach him, asking a few weeks back if you could cock warm him while he was writing a new song, or messing around with his bass.

Your boyfriend had loved the idea so much he almost grabbed you and fucked you silly then and there.

But he held out.

Until now atleast.

Touya wasn't a cruel boyfriend - most of the time. If you wanted something, chances are you'd end up getting it. Sure he could be mean when it came to your sex lives but it was rare - and only if he was in a bad mood. And even still, he can only really hold out for about twenty minutes of your pouting before he caves.

You must've pissed him off really badly then. Like really badly - to get to this level of punishment.

Forty minutes.

It had been forty minutes since you had slid down his dick.

Forty minutes of your boyfriend mulling over cords and song lyrics.

Forty minutes of feeling the beaded pre-cum slide down his dick and mix with you.

Forty minutes of gripping the table and praying to anyone that your boyfriend would notice the current state you're in and take pity on you.

Forty minutes of trying to ignore the way you felt so fucking full, and how when you would shift slightly, the the tip of his cock would press into your stomach.

Forty fucking minutes of nothing but torture.

"Touya please... It hurts. Please fuck me please- I promise I'll never ask you for anything ever again!" You sobbed out, feeling your boyfriend pause, pencil in hand frozen in place.

Touya sighed, placing the pencil down and shaking his head. "Anything?"

"Anything." You nodded quickly, turning around to meet his piercing stare.

Touya hummed, a wicked grin spreading across his lips, swiping his book off the desk with a clatter you find your back pressed against the cool wood.

Touya's cock dragged out of you - slowly, like he was observing how your body begged to keep him inside.

"You asked for this." He grinned, thrusting in you, filling you up until stars danced behind your eyes.

"I'm going to fuck you so good-" he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "you won't be able to think of anything but my dick. I'm going to make a promise on that."

Touya's eyes were bright. And full of heat.

You whimpered.

It was going to be a long night.

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