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Your chest hurt as you crawled across the concrete floor. Panting for any air, your hands pulled you across to the corner of the warehouse. It was dark, but you had to find it. You had to get out of this nightmare.
A dark chuckle bled into the air, mocking your feeble attempts at finding the flashlight. He lied when he promised you freedom if you found it before dawn. He always loved watching you scramble every time he played with you.
Your little voice was music to his ears. The whines, the begging, the snarling insults, the cries, but most of all, he loved the way you said his hero name. He couldn't wait to finally get you to say his real name, but you were a bit stubborn, refusing him the way you did.
Your quirk was a strange one.
As long as you were vocalizing, quirks within a ten foot diameter stopped working. A hero quirk or support quirk if ever he heard of one, but your soft hands and average endurance gave away what life you chose.
Your voice was your moneymaker.
Its how he found you.
Sensei brought him to a bar as a celebration of his first real heroic victory. You were filling in for another singer, only for an hour, and only this one time. It was fate that your eyes caught his as you crooned out an old prequirk love song.
In a deep green dress and white gloves, hair pinned up, and covered in costume jewelry, your appearance wasn't meant to look natural. It was meant to be dreamlike, an impossible phantom of lust wrapped in grace and poise singing in the night.
The costume jewelry twinkled in the spotlight as your eyes scanned the customers even with the lights in your eyes. The ruby red lipstick brushed against the mic as a previously invisible drunk bumped into you on the stage interrupting the show.
He didn't expect you quickly separating the mic and mic stand before you gracefully sidestepped the slower lush and start choking him out with the stand. The mic hit the stage floor causing some feedback that picked up the struggle. The fierce look in your eyes and the barely held back rage and slight betrayal you shot towards the bar was angelic.
The bouncer was there almost instantly as the red faced man slowly became purple with his hand tearing at your hair. Still, that sudden feral anger held his eyes.
It was beautiful.
Almost immediately you were separated from the man, your hair spilling down as bits of the glass diamonds fell down onto the stage. Your face souring as you pressed your finger into the chest of the owner who quickly ran up to calm you down. No one could hear you, but anyone could see you were tearing him a new one.
Honestly, this more real version of you was a firey juxtaposition to the seductress under stage lights from seconds earlier. It took a small hand waving you over from behind the curtain for you to quickly leave. You disappeared after that, like a succubus in the morning light.
He had no idea you weren't a worker, but a friend of a part time bartender. He visited that bar almost ten times before he snuffed out that information. No one knew much about you outside of the tight-lipped bartender. If anything, you were a joke around the bar for finally putting the boss in his place. A fake threat followed by laughter.
"Oh, don't do that, Tomoko-san'll call her back over!"
No, instead it was his Sensei that gave him the idea to find you, to just take you. He couldn't get enough of you. The seductive eyes hidden under long lashes, the legs of yours, the small childhood scars he spied when he watched you from outside your window.
"Yes..!"
He glared at the small light you clicked on having finally found the small thing. His hero costume only showed half his face, but his frustration and distain could be felt everywhere.
He was standing on the railing of the second story, watching you do his little game. Your voice echoed around the tall walls and empty air. You were half hidden behind the boxes and old wooden pallets. His handicapping your legs was only temporary, but damn did he wish he paralyzed an arm too. You were always more expressive when you lost his little game.
Your hair shimmered in the moonlight, catching his eye again. Some days he wanted you to run more. He loved using your fears against you, but you rarely broke the rules he set. You were too smart sometimes, too good at obeying his little rules and still winning. He could feel his weeping cock strain against his pants as he watched you try to get into a sitting position still holding onto the flashlight like a savior.
You chest was heaving, still out of breath from his original chase. Your hair splayed around your shoulder, sweaty and dusty from the floor. Your pajamas lost a few buttons and he could see one of your nails was bleeding. Your chest was on full display and he drank in the sight. He never could get enough of the heavenly art that was your body.
Two hours of chasing you before he was finally able to get an opening to use his quirk on you. You lasted longer this time, granted, you wouldn't remember his little games much. Probably thinking them strange wet dreams that haunted you twice a month.
"Please, please don't... I'm... I'm not a criminal. I was just-!"
Shinsou Hitoshi. Say it.
"Mr. Mindbreak, sir, please. Just let me go."
He palmed himself at the memory of your quivering little voice out of breath. He could still feel the connection between you two in the air. First time you called him mister was tonight. Looks like he's making progress.
It was the only good thing that happened today, honestly. Everyone had shit days, but today was especially annoying. Nothing went right for him on patrol. The other hero he was publicly dating decided to cut things off because their actual boyfriend finally popped the question. Good for them, but it couldn't come at the worst time. The media got a hair up their ass and tried to get into his house earlier. He knew their eyes would be on him until the next scandal caught their attention.
No, he needed this tonight.
He needed you tonight.
Your cry of pain startled him out of his thoughts as you fell back down hitting your head against a wooden pallet. God, you were beautiful in any kind of light, but what little moonlight that came in through the high windows made you look almost mythical. Just like that night when he first saw you on the stage.
Maybe next time he should just put quirk cuffs on you before he started. Sensei didn't give bad advice and he was starting to get tired of the cat and mouse game outside his house. He was still in the process of fixing it up for you to finally come home. No, he wanted you confused and slightly willing at least. Going full subconscious manipulation was more of Hitoshi's style, not his sensei's.
Sensei had his own lovely pet. Hitoshi met them more than once. He had to stop himself from petting their cute little kitten ears every single time. The quirk canceling choker had a bell and ribbon wrapped around it, accenting the cute look they had.
He couldn't wait to get you in his home. He'll get to return to you after every patrol and not have to worry about changes in his route or his job's timeline matching yours. No, he'll get to walk through his own doors and hear your voice welcome him home.
Smirking under his mask, he grabbed his capture weapon and dragged your screaming self upwards while he jumped down. Your scream turned silent as his first order took hold. Finally flinging you in the air he let go before he caught you in his arms.
You had a deep fear of heights. Oh, how he loved using it against you. Your distrust of him didn't stop you from clinging to him if he decided to suddenly go up with you. Your shaking hands and adorably silent little whimpers were so perfect.
Your very being was enough to get him hard as a rock by now. Your upper body was the only part you could control tonight, so it was the only part that clung to him as you shook and sobbed.
His crazed smile was hidden as he brought you over to the little area he set up. He couldn't help the skip in his step as he got closer to the desk.
You were still petrified from the little toss earlier, unable to fully grasp what was around you. He tended to use his quirk to make you feel things a bit more intense during these special nights.
The blown pupils of your eyes had him chuckling before he layed you down over the top. He could stare as long as he wanted to, but the second he touched you was the moment you would snap out of your fear induced disassociation. Instead of savering it, he wanted to have some fun now.
His capture weapon wrapped around your body before you were tied to the desk with your arms above you and your legs spread. He couldn't help himself as he watched you come to.
"....!"
You cried out, saying something silently before realizing you had no voice. Well, no sounds your body would let you make when he was this close. He watched as the familiar confusion and soon horror graced that lovely face of yours.
His hand was already pulling himself out before he even realized he had already undone his belt. Pumping himself a couple times, his tired eyes never left your terrorized ones.
Shaking your head, you tried to speak out, to beg him to stop. He even caught you mouthing 'but... but the flashlight' before he started his routine with you.
He lifted a hand and snapped his fingers in front of your face.
One of his first commands, he was experimenting with how long it could last on you. Your quirk made certain commands more temporary than others and he wanted to know the boundaries. Widening wet eyes, your suddenly flushed face and struggling proved it worked still.
His hand tightened around his cock before he snapped again. You tried screaming at him, now angry and possibly embarrassed. Maybe you even remembered what happens when he snapped for a third time.
Snap
This time it was slower than normal. Your eyes rolled back as your back arched. Face twisted more in pain than ecstasy, he couldn't help but scoff at your fighting. He would have to write that down later that the command was slowing down. What was it... six months? No, probably more like seven or eight.
He found the small rip in the seam of your pants that he placed in all of the clothes he could find while you were at work and tore an opening for himself. You never slept with underwear and he couldn't stop himself from groaning as he felt the soaked folds between your legs.
Licking his lips under his mask, his eyes flickered up to your face for a split second and he saw it.
He saw the moment that he always enjoys witnessing.
The second you realize your little sex dreams weren't dreams.
He leaned over you before he nodded. You shook your head as he started positioning himself.
"We aren't doing that game tonight, baby. Fuck, you're wetter than normal. I need you to be a good girl and let Daddy do what he needs to do."
He gripped your face and forced you to nod before he started running his hands over your body. He was already covered in your slick before he pressed in.
He wasn't going to savor as much tonight. He needed this. Inch by inch he pushed forward as he watched you fight your own pleasure. True, most of it was from his little grooming of your body, but seeing the fruit of his labor was enough to keep him satisfied. You were so tight and he had to be careful. He couldn't push you too hard lest you figure out these weren't dreams in the morning.
Grunting, he finally bottomed out, pausing before he just took what he needed.
The masked man above you looked absolutely insane. His tired eyes gazed at you with such intensity that you almost didn't feel it when he started moving. You already felt too full and stretched out. He kept moving, making it almost impossible for you to finally get used to his size, to ignore him, to go away in your head.
You remembered now. Remembered how he would usually act. They weren't weird dreams about a hero customer of Tomoko's.
This was different.
He was acting different.
You were in a daze as he pumped into you harder than normal, faster, rougher even. His eyes stared at your chest as your tits bounced with his thrusts. To be honest, you could barely feel exactly what was going on. It was just wave after wave of him messing with your head and especially not after that cruel snapping orgasm thing he did.
Well, that was to say that your body could feel it. He knew what he was doing, having been able to experiment with your body more than once. The blindfold nights were the worst offenders. He wouldn't let you see his whole face and Mindbreak was known for his privacy.
Blindfold nights were when he used his mouth on you, from kissing to oral. His favorite was sucking on your breasts until he ordered you to cum. You couldn't fully think on nights like this. And the-
Pain, sharp and hot, hit your thigh. A knife was stabbed next to your head as you looked back up at the purple haired man. He looked almost desperate. His flushed face tried looking agitated, but you could see he wasn't all there either.
"D-Dont look away," he swallowed before he twitched inside of you, " Fuck, 'm sorry, but Daddy had a bad night and he needs this little pussy to milk him dry."
He shuddered as he fought whatever obsession he had to keep this going longer.
"N-Next time... next time I'll... make sure you finish more than me, maybe f-four or five. Da-Daddy just needs you to be a... fuuuuck!"
His hips stuttered as you felt yourself tighten against your will. You watched as his eyes rolled back and you felt him cum inside. With mounting dread, it was then that you realized that this was the first time he's done that.
Oh no
He growled at the end of his orgasm, a feral beast for a split second as your eyes met again. For a man who looked so tired, he aways had too much energy when it came to tormenting you.
He pulled out and watched his seed spill out of you. He looked conflicted, like he didn't want that just yet. He didn't even look up at you as he simply raised his other hand again and...
Snap
You woke up sore the next day to your bed looking like an orgy happened. Slick was in a puddle under you and you had different pj's on. Your hair was a wet and tangled mess. Sheets and blankets were thrown around the bed and twisted themselves around your body.
Confused, you looked around your tiny bedroom, but nothing was out of place outside of the destroyed bed. Nothing, except the window.
Getting up out of bed was a bit of a trial. Your legs were sore, noting that was happening far more often these days. Scrunching your face at the annoyance of doing extra laundry early, you slowly walked to the window. There was a note.
Hi,
Found you wandering the alleyways downtown. You were acting like you got hit with a quirk or you were sleepwalking. Took me a while to get you home. Convinced you to take a shower and got you to bed, so don't freak out. Your clothes looked to be torn up, so I took them into evidence for my report.
Be careful out there, you were the third one I saw this week. Here's my number if you want to give a statement or drop yourself from any investigation about last night.
Your friendly neighborhood hero,
Mindbreak
Well, what are the odds?
At that thought, something in your gut twisted like you drank sour milk. You shuddered in a bit of embarrassment at the idea that you may have been having a wet dream about the man who rescued you while you were being rescued.
Checking the time, you almost freaked out before you remembered today was your day off from the studio. Its only ten in the morning and you felt like you've been up long enough to get a drink, which was pretty out of character.
Locking the window and closing the curtains, you decided to take a hot bath to relax your poor leg muscles and check the rest of the little apartment. You didn't know why, but something didn't feel right.
Stripping to get into the tub you found handprints on your hips as that sinking feeling kept coming back, but there's no way right?
No, they were just dreams. Really weird and kinky dreams. Somehow kinkier in sleep than you were in the waking world, but geez, there's no way.
You attempt to place your hands over the bruises, but it looked like you were grabbed roughly from behind. They may have just been bruises, but the size screamed male. They were too big to be a woman's, let alone yours.
Flashes of you being grabbed from behind by your hips and pulled back from an edge of some sort hit your memory. Oh, maybe he just gripped too hard when he save you? Yeah... yeah that must have been what happened.
Your mind ignored the memory of a familiar matress beneath your knees and sheets twisted in your hands as he took you on your own bed. In that moment, before his new command, you felt hope that maybe you'll figure it out. He was getting sloppy and started leaving evidence now.
Unfortunately for you, you didn't realize he could make you ignore the marks on your neck, the bite marks over your breasts, the bruise in the shape of teeth on your inner thigh, or the small cuts on your legs. You just subconsciously felt really cold today and covered up.
He left the handprints on purpose.
After all, its always just a dream, right?