Worship At The Foot Of My Throne

worship at the foot of my throne

Demon King!Enji Todoroki x f!Reader

summary: as the bait of a sacrificial cult, reader realises the reason she may have been recruited lies solely with her being a virgin—the perfect offering for the king of demons

wc: 3.1k

cw: fem!reader, reader is wearing a little dress and has her hair pulled, reader is a sacrifice, power imbalance, age gap (bc demon age), big size kink, corruption kink, reader is tied up in the beginning but is untied before smut, virginity, mention of drugging but not actually, oral(m!), masturbation(f!), pussyjob, noncon/dubcon, mention of blood/gore, dark content ahead — unedited, nsfw, MDNI

The pentagram painted in red paint reminded you sickeningly of blood. You hadn’t really believed they would actually sacrifice people, least of all put you on that metaphorical platter to be served up, but their insistence that it would work this time now they had a virgin to offer was… troubling.

It was a stupid move to let your friend convince you it would be fun to join her for a religious ritual with her friends, but it was too late that you found out she had been hiding this group were worshippers of evil and she had befriended you solely as an offering to solidify her indoctrination.

It was too late when they tied you up in intricate rope bindings and laid you in the centre of the pentagram, standing around you in a circle, chanting.

You hadn’t thought anything would really happen, but you were still scared. You didn’t know how far this went, or what they planned. The extent of this ritual was all a mystery you were only being revealed bit by bit, and whether they decided the final piece of this ritual was killing you and letting your blood mix with the red paint on the wooden floorboards was something only time would tell.

You struggled against the bindings, muffled attempts at begging them to untie you going unnoticed from underneath your cloth gag—you could only be glad they hadn’t laced it with chloroform and that you still had some chance of fighting for your life if it came to that.

Beyond the flickering flames lighting the tall red candles they had surrounding the circle, separating you and them, the shadows danced across the walls, creating shapes your creeped out mind could make out as warped faces, hands reaching out, open and hungry jaws with rows and rows of sharp teeth.

You closed your eyes to avoid looking, not wanting to see the horrors the human mind could conjure.

The old basement of this house was unnerving enough, plunged in darkness. You had been hooded to be brought here—for initiation, you had been told—so even if you could get away, you wouldn’t know your way even out of the house after you had gotten up those creaky stairs. You were truly lost and afraid on this night.

Only a miracle would see you out of the basement unscathed, and your bindings were already rubbing your wrists sore as you squirmed.

When they left, single file, going up those steps to lock you down in the darkness alone, lit by candlelight that was quickly burning out, you let out a frustrated scream, arching against the restrained expertly weaved and knotted. If you hadn’t known better, you might have guessed you had been brought to a type of sex club with how the ropes looked.

The air went cold, a breeze flooding over your body making you shiver and blowing all the candles out, changing the light in the room to the ominous red glow of the pentagram painted beneath you.

It felt warm on your exposed skin, comparatively nicer than the cool dank of the basement. You shivered from the change, eyes darting around, straining to see anything, but the dark loomed closer now and had consumed the room with a new depth that was palpable, as if you could reach out and take a handful of it. Not only couldn’t you see, but the darkness was infectious. It seeped into you, a swirling, living inky mass that ticked along your arms and flipped your stomach.

What felt like a finger, but too large to be human, traced a line down from your sternum to your bellybutton.

“They finally got it right.” His voice came from everywhere and nowhere, not from any direction you could pinpoint. “Fools.”

You simpered, alarm bells ringing in your head but you were frozen in place, barely breathing, heart pounding. The deep tones of the demonic voice, rumbling and low and enrapturing, shouldn’t have sounded so pleasing.

If their ritual worked and they had actually managed to summon the demon they worshipped, things were going to get a lot worse. You really were going to need a miracle to get out alive.

The glow below you brightened, blindingly so, enveloping you in its light. As quick as it came, it went, vanishing altogether, but no longer were you in the sightless dark. Still, it was hard to see, but from your place on the floor now, you could see you were no longer in that dingy basement.

You could see flames lighting the walls, and the air was hot like a summer’s evening.

When you raised your head, shaky and in full disbelief that any part of this was genuinely happening, you gazed up at a large throne, and upon it, splayed with thick thighs spread to reveal a noticeable bulge beneath a loincloth, was a large, red-skinned demon.

With a snap of his fingers, the rope and gag singed away to little more than residual ash, allowing you to breathe easier, inhaling deeper than before.

You panted, not being able to tear your gaze from his massive form, his unwavering, hungry stare making you feel like a rabbit to a fox, pulse hammering under your ribs while he waited for his time to snatch the life from you.

“Don’t look so afraid of me.” He beckoned you to his side. “Here. Sit.”

You don’t respond. You can’t.

“I’m not going to hurt you. If you do as I say.”

With weak limbs, you crawled closer, hesitant to get too close, but everything here was unknown and unnatural to you. He burned away your bindings and though the fire flashed brightly, it didn’t burn your skin. He could have been telling the truth, that he wouldn’t hurt you, but he was also a demon from a realm unfamiliar to you—were demons known for their honesty? You doubted it.

“Good girl.”

You wanted to be more embarrassed of your lack of clothing, small dress showing cleavage and barely covering your ass as you sat on your knees at the edge of his throne, but he wasn’t modest either. The cloth over his crotch left nothing to the imagination. You could tell he was big.

“What do you want?”

“I want what is mine.” He reached down to cup your face in one large hand, palm cradling your chin and fingers curled to dip into your cheek. He ran hot, and you wanted to lean into his touch, but refrained. “And you are mine.”

“Why me?”

“Because you are a virgin,” he said bluntly. “I wouldn’t have graced those fools with my presence otherwise.”

Your face ran hot as you squirmed. You had never been embarrassed about that before, fine with waiting for the right person, the right time, but being seen, having it said out loud so crassly, made you drop your eyes from his face, his wide shoulders, his broad, solid strength.

He was intimidating, and could read you with such ease. It was an unfair advantage.

He didn’t smile, or tease, or gently coo down at you. The scar across his face made the unreadable blank look on his face all the more unnerving.

“What do you think I’d want someone like you for?”

Your mouth ran dry thinking of the possibilities. Of how he’d take you, ruin you. You peeked up through your eyelashes at the side of his thighs, muscular and thick, bracketing his cock. He wouldn’t be kind. He wouldn’t be patient. He’d hurt you.

He’d defile you.

You were only able to nod your head, the words stuck in your throat.

“Good. Then you know what to do.”

You blink up at him, eyes wide and innocent.

His hand moved from under your chin to the back of your head and guided you face-first towards his cock, pressing your cheek against it when you tried to push back, turning your face from him.

“Stop. I don’t want to—”

“I am your King.” Sternly, he pressed you further into his bulge, already semi-hard, not easing his hold on the back of your neck. “Learn your place is here, sooner if you don’t want me to take you unprepared, in front of my kin.”

Your place: here, at his feet, servicing his cock.

You whimpered, pussy clenching around nothing at the thought, his brutishness reminding you of erotica novels, devilishly handsome, strong men or monsters claiming their woman. The way they’d let others look but not touch what was theirs. How they’d show them off as a symbol of their status and power, confident that no matter how much was on display, no one would dare cross the line and risk facing their wrath.

Would he care about showing you off? About you being used by them once he was done with you?

He said you were his, but how much did he really value you? If another virgin was sacrificed, would you be yesterday’s prize?

Shyly, you raised your hands to uncover his cock, taking hold of it. You needed two hands to wrap around it’s entire girth, and when you gave it an experimental pump, he sighed and leaned back into his throne to watch you, so small and delicate at his feet.

He could crush you so easily between his hands or thighs, but he didn’t. He wanted you to lower yourself to sin. He wanted to watch as you rolled in the mud and covered your body in the filth. He wanted to feed you dirt until all you could taste was it’s sweetness, slurping on worms and crunching on bugs, sticking out a blackened tongue to ask him for more, more, more.

He admired you lazily, stuck on the bounce of your breasts as you jerked him, twisting your hands around his length, clumsy and inexperienced and so cute.

Exactly why he liked girls like you.

Corrupting girls like you felt like stealing from the saints, just the right amount of hedonism to disrupt the equilibrium. The forces of good would know what he was doing, would know they had lost a sweet, good little thing like you to the likes of him.

And oh, they’d be so disappointed to know you’d fallen wayward under his influence.

When you opened your mouth enough to lick at his leaky tip, there was no going back for you. One taste led to another, to you sucking on the tip, to his hand on the back of your head once more, helping you take as much as you could manage. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. It was salacious, you looking up at him with misty eyes, lips shiny with spit, and he knew you were well and truly his, mind shaped to obey.

He was addicted to the uncoordinated, unrhythmic motions of your hands, disconnected from you tongue, from the little sucks and hums and breaths puffing against him from your nose as he held you down.

It was adorable, how you tried to please with no instruction of what he wanted, of what he liked.

He thought he could ask you anything now, and you’d do it straight away.

“Show me your tits.”

Your body burned under his gaze, consuming the length of your throat and the expanse of chest exposed as you pulled down the flimsy fabric to under your breasts, letting them fall out into the open, baring plush flesh begging to be touched and pebbled nipples.

He tugged your hair, pulling your mouth from his cock and leaving strands of spit connecting his hot tip to your bottom lip, to admire the way your tits hung, revealed to a lustful, heinous stare for the first time.

Never a more beautiful sight in the world.

“Touch yourself.”

He didn’t look you in the eye when he told you what to do, enraptured by the way you panted, catching your breath, thinking of how your heart inside your ribs, imagining how it must have been pulsing and alive like its own animal. Thought about how it might jump in his open hand if he were to hold it. Thought about how your lungs filled and expanded, how they, too, might be so captivating to watch work hard to keep you living.

And how that time spent living would now be spent living to worship and pleasure him. How precious.

“You’ve done it before, haven’t you?” His fingers tangled in your hair, tightening his grip to tug just that bit harder, to make you wince. That’s when he tore his gaze from your heaving breasts to your face. “You’ve had your fantasies. Virgins are never without their desires. Never have been. You’re no different.”

There was a cruelty in the way he spoke down to you, but you should have expected that. He was not your gentleman, but a beast, a monster that had nothing but malicious intentions for your body.

It dampened the fluttering of your arousal.

You hitched the skirt of your dress up, sucking in your bottom lip as you dipped your fingers beneath the fabric of your underwear to rub your clit, leaning back just enough that he could see what you did.

“Keep going.” He held you still as he rutted his hips forward, grinding his cock against your face. “Stretch your little cunt out on your fingers. I want to hear you become a slut for me.”

You stared back at him with one eye open as he fucked your face, his balls hitting your chin, his tip dribbling and leaking into your hair.

“As many as you can. You want to be able to take this cock, don’t you? Hm?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll make sure you do.”

He rumbled in his chest, jaw set as he looked at the mess he was making of you, not loosening his hold on your hair—he liked seeing the furrow of your forehead too much.

His cock seemed like it was steaming from how hot he was above you, nostrils flaring.

You were pumping two fingers into your pussy, adding a third, the stretch reminding you that he would stretch you further, maybe even split you open. He could, if he wanted to, if he decided that would amuse him more. He could make you bleed, he could fuck you so deep it would be unbearably painful.

“Show me how wet you are.”

With a dissatisfied sigh trembling from your lips, getting closer to orgasm but still to far to take a solid hold of it, you took your hand away from your ministrations and held it up for him to study, splitting your fingers to show the webs of essence that clung to your skin.

He chuckled, sickly amused by how to became a whore just to obey him.

“Good girl,” he hummed, admiring the wet shine of your hand. The words held a new meaning, because you weren’t good, not really. Not in the innocent way. You hadn’t been for a long time, not in your most depraved daydreams, but you were good for him.

He looked smug at how you were splayed under him, on your knees with your thighs spread, sticky arousal leaking from you. Ideas were spinning in his head. He wanted to pry you open, sink inside that unfucked hole and make it his, make it so nothing could fill you as good as he could, but that could wait. He wanted to see how desperate you were to get off, to see just how needy and shameless you could get just for a taste of your pleasure at his mercy.

He guided you to your feet, making you sit on his lap as he sunk back into his throne, your cunt so close to his cock that laid against his stomach. You hovered above him, afraid to sit flush against him, but he pulled your hips down so you pussy was pressed against the underside of his cock, his heavy balls right under your ass.

“Make yourself cum,” he instructed, moving your hips to drag along his length, catching your clit against the tip. “Use me, slut.”

You knew better than to disobey, certain he could think of worse things as punishment. It was embarrassing, but you were throbbing and your clit was begging for attention, you could feel your pulse in your pussy.

It wasn’t so bad if he wanted you to get off using him, right?

He was so thick and heavy, sliding your pussy along it let you feel just how big he was compared to you, the ridges and veins making you want to grind down harder.

You watched where you were connected, where you covered him in your slick and pre dribbled into the dark layer of hair of his toned stomach, to where your hands looked so small on his chest. It made you shiver, but you were addicted to how it made you feel. A toy in his lap, disposable, replaceable, his to manipulate. He could use you however he wanted and you wouldn’t have a choice in the matter, but being his cockwarming slut sounded appealing. Being in his lap, soaking in his body heat and rubbing yourself all over him like a cat in heat was so wrong it felt right.

After all, weren’t humans just animals? How could it be wrong to indulge those instincts?

The rumbling of his delight under your palms urged you on, grabbing at your breasts as you got yourself off, pinching your nipples and moaning for sin hadn’t felt so good. If you knew you could feel pleasure like this, you wouldn’t have waited, holding out on yourself. You’d have lost your virginity before your so-called friend would have had the chance to consider sacrificing you to this Demon King.

But who better to learn from than the king of sin? It had to feel the best in his experienced clutches compared to just any human man.

This had to be fate. This had to be a blessing in disguise.

You were gone on top of him, head thrown back in ecstasy as you rode out your orgasm, but when you came down, falling into him, you could only think of how much better it would feel for him to touch you, to stretch you on his thick, rough fingers, to prepare you for his hulk of a cock.

“Please,” you mumbled, lifting your head to look up at him with glistening eyes, drool on your chin that you hadn’t even been aware of. “Fuck me more.”

“There you are. No going back for you now. You’re mine.”

I am the easiest person on my period.

Here's what you have to do:

1) Nothing

All I want is to be left alone in my bed with my heat blanket, cat, and a good book.

When I'm on my period, it is a "Do Not Proceed" situation.

You leave me alone, I leave you alone.

Stay away from me for six days, that's it.

Hitoshi Shinso Masterlist

Yandere! Hitoshi Shinso x Yandere! Fem! Reader—Bound Together: Chapter 1 (ONGOING SLOW BURN SERIES):

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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To be added when requested or written.

Hiii Copycat! ^-^ I was hoping I could make a request? I was hoping for angst to fluff? With Aizawa who takes in/adopts a vigilante reader with an illusion quirk? And maybe she starts to develop a crush on Shinso too?? Thank you!! <3

Hello there! First of all, I saw your ask as soon as you sent it, but the reason I didn't respond was because my phone was (and still is) broken, but it's getting repaired, so I can respond now. Also I only have a phone, no computer or anything, so it's a bit hard, but I'm working on it! (o´Д`)=з

I'm very sorry for the wait, and I apologize again because there will still be more waiting until I finish the story, but I promise you it'll be worth the wait! I'm already nearing 14k words, and it's still going. I can't thank you enough for your patience, along with the fact that you're the first one to ever give me a request, so thank you very much! And feel free to request whenever you'd like, I really enjoy getting to write stories for people, and it makes my day, so you don't need to hesitate! (*´∇｀*)

Anyways, since I'm still working on the story, I originally wanted to post it all once it was done, but then I decided that since it might take awhile I'll post the first part and see what you think. I actually really like this idea because I was thinking something very similar to it around the time of your request. I hope you enjoy this bit, and please remember, I haven't forgotten, I'm just trying to work with a broken phone so it's a bit difficult, but it's advancing greatly and shouldn't be too long of a wait anymore. Thank you for your patience! ୧꒰*´꒳`*꒱૭✧

Escaping The Night (Part 1)

Welcome! - Introduction and Request rules (Important if you want me to write for you or if you want to know who I am)

▶ Characters: Shinso x Fem reader (although I used "they" in some areas) + Father/Mentor Aizawa

▶ Genre: Angst to Fluff

▶ Summary: Teenager Reader is a Vigilante that roams the streets with their friends, always on the lookout for crime and injustice. However, something disrupts Reader's world when they get themselves captured by the police. What will happen to them next?

▶ Warnings:

- Panic attack

- Reader got hit with a tranquilizer

- And an extra warning because I had to make a few characters just for this story (not necessarily OC's, just background characters. I know some people greatly dislike this so this is a warning, even though they're not that important).

- Also since this is part 1, you won't see Aizawa mainly until part 2, and Shinso is a bit further ahead. Another warning for those that don't like to get into a story and then have to wait

▶ Word Count: 3,201

➤ {This is Part 1}

➜ [Part 2]

➜ [Part 3]

➜ [Part 4]

➜ [Part 5]

➜ [Part 6]

➜ [Part 7]

➜ [Part 8] Coming Soon!

Tik...

Tik....

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The hands of your watch sounded endlessly as if it was mocking you, in a way, how it had infinite time while yours was limited.

You gritted your teeth and focused the best you could on the situation at hand. You and your partner were situated atop one of the city's numerous buildings, keeping an eye out for a particular sly little villain.

There were repeated reports of a variety of break-ins, ranging from small restaurants to higher bank robberies. At first, the people waited for the heroes to find this villain. But it seemed that they always had bigger fish to fry, always having excuses.

"The paperwork!"

"There's bigger issues at hand then some late night thief"

"We looked but didn't find anyone, sorry"

"Have you tried getting a better security system? I think that's the problem here"

It drove you mad. You didn't hate all heroes, not wanting to be like those anti-hero people who got upset everytime a hero wasn't there immediately whenever they ran into the smallest issue. But you did have a grudge.

You just didn't understand how the very heros that society put on a pedestal didn't do the simplest things that were expected of them sometimes. Too busy getting caught up in the paperwork and red tape.

Being a Hero once was something that was only ever dreamed of, something that one couldn't ever get close to. When quirks were introduced, this changed many mindsets, and completely flipped the many laws of reality that so many had believed. It was groundbreaking, revolutionary. Society advanced at faster speeds, and new technologies were pouring out.

But, unfortunately, what goes up, must come down.

On the beginning, the definition and laws of a hero were choppy, they didn't really have any boundaries due to the fact that no one had anything to go off of. But, as time progressed, more laws were put into place. A hero simply couldn't go and fight a villain and be done with. Now, they had to fill out reports, and sometimes the villains successfully won court cases over this.

The foundation of what it meant to be a hero was put into place. Or had it? It was still a very controversial topic, but the main idea was set, and that's all that mattered.

Now in current days, heroes still look like the same cape-wearing muscular doer's of justice, but many times, they're either doing it for the gold or the glory. Or they don't do anything at all, restricted and bound by paperwork and invisible strings. They know what's right, and they have the gift to help and save. But if they're told "no" then they follow.

That's why you preferred being a vigilante. You got to battle villains and help people, all the while avoiding the specificities. Yeah, you did have to run from the cops every now and then, sometimes a hero or two, but that just made it all the more interesting.

Plus, you got to be a part of a sort of underground society, one that was shielded from public eye and hidden away in the depths of existence.

So, here you were doing the heroes' jobs, again.

You looked to your partner, who was watching the entrance of a significant jewelry shop that hadn't been touched by any villains yet. You were currently using your illusion quirk to cover both of yourselves in a sheet of invisibility so you could better the possibility of your expected outcome.

Your quirk was powerful, and full of possibility. Though you were never fully nor formally trained, you still understood the limits of your quirk enough to use it exceptionally well. Long, intense training sessions over a span of time allowed you to gain a deeper insight into the inner depths of your quirk, to which you've come to the realization wasn't just any ordinary quirk, even going as far to call it overpowered at some points.

Your thinking was cut short when your partner signaled to you with a silent fist up from where you two were laying. You looked down and finally spotted the villain you were looking for. He didn't look too strong, nor did his face ring any bells, so that meant he was just some lowly villain who lucked out with a shifty quirk.

From the rooftop where you laid, you and your partner watched together to see what the man was going to do next. You noticed he looked like any other person walking around the town, short black hair with a black hoodie on over a pair of black jeans, and you realized that it was surely no accident he was dressed so camouflaged since it was late in the night.

Your eyes followed the man, curious as to how he was able to get in and out of robberies so quickly. The man walked up to the back door of the bank, and your eyes widened when you saw his body begin to shift and distort, slowly closing in until he was perfectly 2-dimensional, and looking at him made you think about all the cartoon characters that you watched when you were younger.

Upon this discovery, the plan was set in motion as you and your partner both hopped down the fire escape of the building and went in for a silent chase across the street, as the man had already slinked underneath the door. He had unlocked it for an easy exit, you thought possibly because he couldn't turn other objects flat like him.

Your partner, Omonifukai Hanawadashii (whom you called Fukai for short) whispered for you both to split up so this villain would think that it was only him, since you were better at stealth rather then combat like he was.

Fukai's quirk was one that seemed simple, but had proven to be incredibly strong when used right. He was able to control the density of different objects, including people or even specific parts of people. His specialty was increasing the density of his hand to the point to where it was easily able to crush anything under it, to which he normally used to knock villains out. A positive side of his quirk was he could still lift anything he used it on, but his drawbacks caused him to feel more pain than normal if hit or attacked.

Your agreed, and uncovered him from the blanket of your quirk, revealing him to reality just as he had once been before you put it on him.

Fukai ran in the direction of the villain as you ran in the opposite direction, going for a higher point so you could see the action and use your quirk properly.

Unfortunately the building wasn't as tall as it was wide, so you had to stick with crouching behind one of the jewelry counters, trying to stick as close to the wall as possible in order to remain unseen.

As luck would have it the villain seemed to have been thinking in a similar manner, as you watched Fukai chase after him as he slithered across the wall, a cheeky grin resting on his face as Fukai grew frustrated at his devious tricks of escape. The alarm started to blare as Fukai tripped one of the wires, cursing low to himself as the villain chuckled at the misfortune.

You studied the villain, watching as he glided across the walls and the floor at times, and you realized that he was able to move at an increased pace when aligned to a flat surface, in contrast to standing straight up as he did earlier. You came to the conclusion that he was a villain of cowardice, preferring to get in and out without a fight, and opting to use sly skills instead of risking a fight with a person of stronger status.

With this new information secured into place by your observations, you devised a plan in order to catch the villain and leave him be for the police.

You used your quirk and dug into his subconscious, a grin of your own growing on your face as you located your target, an almost cruel idea forming in your head at the expense of the villain. You had found his fear.

The villain dodged each of Fukai's attempts at landing a blow to him with such an ease it seemed as if he had all the time in the world. He was cocky in his own skills, having had been in worse scenarios and still escaped.

The villain looked directly at Fukai from where he was seated on one of the walls, almost laughing at the sight of some random teenage boy thinking he could play hero and catch the big bad villain.

Fukai noticed you signal to him with your hand up, closing and opening from the corner of his eye and understood that you were going to set off your quirk. Without this context, most people wouldn't understand that some of your illusions work directly in your opponents mind, meaning that your opponents would react to something surrounding people couldn't see. Fukai understood, and he backed off a bit in order to not disrupt the illusion.

The villain was about to mock Fukai a bit more before departing, but his smirk quickly fell at he noticed a large, hulking figure appear behind the kid.

His eyes widened and breathing became still as he made eye contact with the one and only symbol of peace, All Might himself.

Shocked to the point of motion becoming forgotten, the villain's thoughts suddenly started bouncing all around, before erratically trying to think of different plans, anything he could do to get away. He ran into a dead end with every single trick up his sleeve as he recalled seeing the massive hero defeat some of these biggest, baddest villains known to Japan into a pile of defeat. No, there was no solution to this problem.

Just as you both were about to take out the villain in his moment of vulnerability, everyone in the room jumped as a man wearing all black with a large scarf resting around his shoulders dropped from one of the pipes near the roof of the building. His absolute silence despite his sudden movements made you wonder how long he was there for.

Your illusion was ruined as the intruding man walked through it, unable to see it. The villain's frustration grew as he realized that he had been duped, but before he could do anything the man's scarf that had once been still suddenly jumped to life as it floated all around the dark-haired man's head for a second, before violently snapping around the villain, and your eyes grew as you saw the man's hair rise in the air in a very similar manner. Surreal. Before you knew it the villain was back to normal, and you quickly realized that this man was most likely a hero of sorts.

You saw Fukai looking over at you as he shuffled to the walls while the man was busy, but narrowly avoided being caught in the man's scarf as it aimed to close around him just as it has done to the villain moments ago.

You signaled for him to run, and he hesitated for a second, worry filling his eyes, but ultimately decided to listen and trust you as the scarf slithered around his ankle, to which he just barely managed to shake off.

You heard the man in the scarf curse as he watched your friend go, not wanting to risk letting the villain go in trade.

You toiled a bit, trying to tackle the problem that presented itself to you without introduction. A hero showing up so early wasn't part of the plan, nor was it expected considering most of the heroes' patrol routes were situated a slight distance away.

So, you wondered, who was this guy?

Your thinking was interrupted by the interrupter himself.

"I know you're there. Don't try to fool me into believing you're not."

You gasped a bit, not considering how he was able to know you were there when you were under your quirk. That is, until you held up your hand and realized that it was visible again, and right behind it was the man in the scarf, hair afloat and glowing red eyes situated directly on you.

He had the villain unconscious on the ground, tied in that scarf of his, which he held two parts of in his hands in order to keep it secure. But there was plenty of the scarf to go around. You realized this as you came face to face with the snake-like entrails of the scarf flickering and snapping at you, seeking to seize and bind you along the villain.

You were lucky your face was covered, because this man didn't seem to be as ignorant as some of the other heroes (especially sidekicks). You didn't speak as you dodged and ran, not wanting to reveal who you might be.

To your devastation, as soon as you opened the back doors from where you came you were met with police offers running in your direction from the front of the building. Panic built up in your chest as you didn't have much energy from continuously covering yourself in your quirk, along with having it disrupted twice.

You still pushed yourself to at least run, deciding that you could easily lose them in the plentiful twists and turns that filled the little seaside town.

You understood that if you ran in the direction of your place that you and your things were were currently at, then you would most likely give it away to the police and you'd have to deal with them being on your back as you looked for a new place to stay. But you didn't want to outright run in the opposite direction in case they thought of your plan, so you settled on running in a sort of zig zag, not wanting them to be able to predict your path of travel.

You turned randomly at each turn you ran into, landing in alleyways, on top of dumpsters, underneath large trees heavy with leaves, and eventually up and over fences of backyards as you found yourself in some sort of comfortable little neighborhood nestled in the small town.

Your panic shrunk a bit as you realized that you had thrown off most of the police officers that were chasing you, having been diminished to a small few stragglers that refused to let up.

Sweat poured down your face and blotted your underarms and neck, making you grimace in discomfort as you also had to deal with the sharp pangs that made their way up your legs and back.

You awkwardly sprinted as a little dog chased you across a small yard, and hopped another fence, looking to find somewhere to turn or hide, just anything to get them off your back.

You used your quirk with scarcity as you looked over your back to the best of your ability and hit 3 of the remaining 5 officers with an illusion of yourself tripping over the fence to which they turned to. The other two tried yelling at them that it was a trick, but decided their attempts would be pointless as they kept up the chase, not faltering.

You frowned, squinting as you felt an impending migraine starting to make its way into your head. You knew that you were overexerting yourself, and that the migraine would only serve as a distraction if it grew, but you were so very close, you didn't have any choice but to keep going.

You hopped the next fence without as much strength as you originally did, knowing that it only drained your energy faster having to constantly boost yourself up and down rather than running and turning. You wouldn't be able to keep it up for long.

You remembered that there was a cluster of empty houses that weren't sold yet somewhere nearby, so you ran in turn, changing your course of action by jumping out into the street from one of the backyards you were in, missing the pair of curious violet eyes watching you from a window in one of the houses.

You ran down the street into a more disheveled neighborhood that connected to the newer one you were just in, looking over to see only one officer remained. You didn't remember when the other one disappeared, but you excused it because you couldn't constantly look over your back when running.

You sharply turned a corner to get out of the sight of the remaining officer, heading to the end of the neighborhood where the empty houses were before throwing yourself through the open window of the first one you saw without thought, you just needed a place of hiding.

You breathed a heavy sigh as you propped yourself down for a second, having been through way too much action than you signed up for. You knew the police would probably think you ran out back towards the desolate fields that laid behind the houses.

To them, the houses were legally listed as private property*, so they wouldn't think about you bursting into someone's home without warning. You knew they were empty though from your days of scavenging for goods to survive, in fact you learned a lot about your surroundings because of that, and that's how you were able to evade the police for such a long time.

You held your breath as you heard him pass by, but once again fate seemed to be voting for your downfall, as you heard crunching of footsteps walk around the house instead of right past, and you started to grasp at what they were doing.

As soon as the backdoor flew open was the exact moment you recognized just where you were, and what house you had chosen.

You started to hyperventilate, air whooshing in and out of your lungs as the room around you started to spin.

Home...

You were home...

But this wasn't home...

It was a house once filled with horrors, pain and agony, which now reeked of death. A familiar smell you knew all too well.

Your legs moved indistinctly, as though they had minds of their own and yet still understood your internal logic.

Heart racing, eyes watering, you refused to let yourself get caught, especially in the very place you gained your new life after the death of your old one.

Mind numb, and filled with only thoughts of 'escape', you ran to the doors, but remembered they were glued shut, along with the windows. You had done that once so very long ago.

The remaining open window was shut and blocked by the police officer that was chasing you earlier, who was now the one cornering you right by it. You could see a look of compassion and understanding in his eyes, but you saw it as a look of pity instead in your moment of frustration.

You could hear not one, not two, but three voices surrounding you, and anyone that was surrounding you blurred into one giant mass as your fear started to overwhelm you, overtaking your very mind and filling every crevice it could find.

In a moment of desperation you tried using your quirk, trying to create the worst, cruelest entity that you could create, but nothing came out instead.

Your eyes started to warm as you felt tears of frustration and fear building up, but you didn't cry, you refused to. Your emotions started to slow down as you saw one of the police officer aiming what looked like a gun at you, finger on trigger. At that moment you gained slight control of your thoughts, your mind painfully screaming at you to get out of there, to protect your pride and dignity.

In your panicked state you turned and tried slamming the window to escape, but all you attempts were futile as it wasn't going to budge. You heard the trigger being pulled and braced yourself, but all you felt was a little stab on your arm. You looked down and realized that it was a tranquilizer dart that had lodged itself into your upper arm.

Your mind started to fill with fog and the edges of your vision started to slowly fill in as you banged your hand on the window in one last attempt of escape.

And then your world went dark.

A/N:

Alright, so that was part 1! I do hope that it was good enough for you, I'm trying to learn from past mistakes when writing, and I feel as though I'm in improving little by little everyday.

Don't worry, if writing the story takes too long then I'll post the parts one by one instead of waiting until it's all finished. This is my first time writing something so long, but I enjoy it!ദി ᷇ᵕ ᷆ )♡

Any feedback or constructive criticism is completely allowed, and if you see any mistakes then please notify me so I can fix them.

If you wish to send in a request as well, once again, please don't hesitate!

I'll be working on this as much as I can, but my progress is slowed until my phone gets completely fixed (which it will soon-hopefully anyways). I appreciate your patience! (๑´ㅂ`๑)

For the first *, that basically means that I have a note about whatever is near it. The note for that was I have absolutely no clue how buying or selling houses and property works, I just made that up on the spot. I know there's a 99% chance it's wrong, so just please go with it, I'm sorry for any annoyance.

This story is ok for reposts or other uses such as those YouTube channels that read out fanfics and things like that. My only ask is that you tell me beforehand for everything but the reposts. I just like to see other people interact with things I make, it makes me happy (⁠^⁠^⁠).

Thank you so much for reading this complete mess, I know I wrote a lot of things that aren't the story, and once again I'm sorry about that.

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