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resilience [18+]
pairings: shigaraki tomura x female! reader
summary: if you’re updated w/ the manga u prolly know shigaraki is now all beefed up phew. shigaraki stans stay winning. so here’s a fic where our struggling pro hero y/n wants to become stronger but working hard iisn’t working so she runs to shigaraki, the king of the underworld, to give her a quirk. shigaraki takes this as the perfect opportunity to teach a scum hero hero her place.
warnings: dubcon-ish, shiggy is really mean, dumbification, size kink nasty nasty
word count: 4k+
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From a young age, everyone around you had high hopes for you. Your parents wanted you to make them proud, your teachers wanted you to give your hundred percent always. Your friends admired you, they dreamed of being you. You were the golden child. Loved by everyone so, when you developed your quirk no one was shocked to learn that it was one of the strongest quirks out there.
Your parent’s dreams for you soared even higher and soon everyone was complimenting you and deeming how amazing you’d do as a Pro-Hero and you listened to them. You trained your entire childhood in hopes of becoming the No. 1 Hero, even got into a known Hero school, and graduated on top of your class. You thought you were invincible until you started your career as a Pro.
It was hard. It was so much harder than you had expected. Apparently, your will to save citizens wasn’t enough to make you a legitimate Hero to the eyes of the public. Even if you worked your ass off it wasn’t enough. Weaker and useless Heroes whose only specialty was steering drama with others would sweep in at the last minute and take your victory as theirs’.
You wanted to speak up about this but your agent had said you’d go nowhere; those Heroes had been in the business longer. No one would have taken your side, you were just a rookie. If you wanted to be admired, you had to also use cheap tricks and form connections with names.
At first, you refused. It went against your moral code but soon after you started receiving angry phone calls from your peers; them explaining how embarrassing it was that no one even knew who you were, your mind quickly changed. Next thing, you are just like the others using cheap tricks working on your public image rather than actual Hero work. You thought finally it’d work and it did! After a few months, you were under the Top 30 Heroes list. The “hard” work had paid off now, it was only way upwards to the No.1 but you found yourself not rising the ladder. You were stuck in the Top 30. Nothing upwards but other Heroes were beating your position, it was all falling over again. You needed to do something to save yourself.
That’s when you heard about him. A man who granted people power, the King of the Underground. He acted like the Devil himself. Granting your desire for a price. People talked about him in hushed whispers, they acted if he did not exist but he did. He was very much there. His men had been terrorizing the country for so long; his men were hardest to fight.
You thought about it. You could reach him and ask him for power, after all, you could do anything to be the No. 1 Hero. You couldn’t afford to disappoint the people who had supported you, your entire lives even deep down you knew the only reason everyone- anyone talked to you was for their own selfish reasons but that was okay. They were the only people you had.
So you rolled the dice and made up your mind to meet the Mad King. Shigaraki Tomura.
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the trauma moods
i wonder why my life is in shambles that's weird
i'm going to redesign my room and paint a portrait and binge watch six shows and dye my hair and start a makeup brand and write a novel and read poetry and clean my whole house and
i Can't Get Out Of Bed
uh oh sisters! *showers with the lights off*
cries in the car and almost crashes accidentally
tv static noises
*wakes up* [redacted] *goes to sleep*
i haven't slept in 72 hours and i'm talking a lot about ophelia and reciting hamlet's soliloquies and everyone around me is worried
trying to sleep but there's Something In My Room
*texts abuser(s)* oh this is a fantastic idea
i'm horny and angry about it
i'm horny and sad about it
masturbates and then cries
If You Touch Me I Will Kill You
*thinks about trauma* oh that sucks for whoever that was
oh, wait, that actually happened?????
Shame
i'm going to starve myself until i'm so small no one will want me
i'm going to overeat until i'm so big no one will want me
*throws up for unknown reason*
talk about trauma, but make it funny
I CAN'T DO SOMETHING REALLY SIMPLE AND INSTEAD OF WORKING THROUGH IT I'M GONNA YELL AND HURT MYSELF UNTIL I GET TIRED
i have forgotten every single coping skill i've ever learned
hnnnnnnng
*listens to music from That Time and gets weirdly nostalgic*
i Want To Be Abused
i will never love again! ever!
confuses platonic and romantic emotions because anything that feels Good is confusing
How much am I worth?
If I sold myself would anyone even find it worth a dollar? A penny?
Would the hatred of my body and disgust be worth it in the end?
I'm gonna be honest you guys I'm a bit surprised NSFW artists didn't have a field day with Johnny's monster form
I love men who moan, men who whimper unashamedly in your ear. Men who sob, men who cry, men who bite your neck, your shoulder because you feel so good they can't help but drool a little, men who beg "Please baby, you feel so good", their pretty eyes crystallize, men who like to overstimulate themselves by continuing to come in and out of you, with broken grunts and a scratchy throat.
I had this recurring lewd fantasy about Kankri Vantas becoming a frat boy :3 let me tell you all about it!!
Kankri was minding his own business, being a femboy preaching the politically correct agenda, all was well, until the frat boys attacked. They spiked Kankri's drink with a magical compound, and before he realized it, he felt way hornier! Kankri couldn't stop himself from oogling a cute girl...or two!
He tried to calm himself down, but quickly realized something was off, on his head resided a baseball cap turned around, Kankri felt disgusted at this imagery, and tried to take it off, but it refused!!
He felt hot all over his body, hornier than before, oh jegus he wanted to fuck some women~ he resisted the urges, and realized his muscles had grown significantly as this was happening! In fact, his clothes were changing as well, his long pants became way shorter, to the point that they could barely keep his erection from showing! His sweater turned into a red gym shirt that showed his newly found bulk! And his bulge grew a size or two as well~~
He felt his...head change too...he had trouble thinking, who even was Kankri? He felt like a whole new boy, someone more daring...someone more abrasive...someone who wanted to shag the first woman he came across!!
Ahem, as you can see, this is but a vague outline of the scenario, but the end result is the point, Kankri is now a sexy frat boy who has vastly changed, but still keeps some characteristics of his old self, such as PCness and being a bit of a femboy :3
What do y'all think? Anything you would want to add?
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