Thread by @MistakeMedical

🥀Toxic Valentine's with Deku🥀
👣N° 1: I'm the Echo of your Footsteps👣

⚠️ TW: stalking, noncon, feral play.

SHIP: #BKDK, #bakudeku

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Izuku opened his tired eyes, looking at the bame of the current train station he was at.

His was next, he had almost fell asleep yet again after a hard day at training.

God, why did he kept doing this to himself? Studying and exercising so much, just for what?

Why was he getting his hopes up in the music industry? He was told he had a great voice, but his appearance was lacking.

And why did he listen to them? He had over almost a million followers on every social media, people loved his music, his voice, his plain and relatable

plain shape.

He still remembered how much he smiled when the compliments arrived. About his curly hair, his freckles, his eyes...

He felt desired, after years of bullying for those exact things people now praised him for.

And it was... Overwhelming at first, then like a

warm blanket covering his damaged heart.

And of course, fame came with more... Eccentric fans.

Some were just awkward, others were creepy, but there were a few that just seemed... Obsessed with him.

He brushed them off, neither were dangerous enough to actually harm him.

However, there was one... One fan, close enough for him to feel a bit insecure.

His downstair's neighbor. Or so he believed. Because he wasn't even sure he had a downstair's neighbor, he had never seen the guy actually.

But there were little things that just irked him to

the core.

Like when he could hear his videos playing through the floorboards, when his house was dead silent. His recorded voice loudly slipping up, getting his attention as he quickly glued his ear to his floor, just for his song to cut off suddenly, leaving him wondering

if what he had heard was truly a video of his, or just his mind playing tricks as he studied.

Another thing was that he always heard light taps following him when he walked around his house.

He couldn't properly explain it, but whenever he moved from one room to another, his

footsteps seemed followed by taps, ending a mere second after he stopped moving.

He wanted to believe it was the floor creaking underneath, but when his mother visited, he never heard them.

Only when he was alone.

He sometimes felt dread coming to his lonely house.

But today

he was tired, he had a really busy day and he needed to rest.

He had finally finished his big exams, he could allow himself to rest for as long as he needed.

He got down on his station, and quietly walked to his apartment.

Midoriya unlocked his door, giving his key one turn

instead of the two and a half he usually gave.

"What?" He whispered, shrugging it off and entering his house.

He left his shoes, his bag, and walked in, his steps loud and heavy.

Tap tap tap.

"There we go again."

He stopped by the kitchen to drink a glass of cold water. Tap

tap tap.

He began changing halfway through the hallway, deciding to shower the next morning instead of today. He just wanted to reach his bed.

Tap tap tap tap.

Izuku stopped. What was that?

He looked behind him, finding nothing, then under him, finding just his feet on the

wooden floor.

Yeah, he was going to ignore that...

He turned back around.

Tap tap tap.

Izuku snapped his head again, but nothing was behind him, he shook his head, scratching his head.

"I must be imagining things." He said to himself.

He went to his bedroom, already half

naked, seeing his pajamas on the floor. He crouched down, reaching for his forgotten pants.

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap.

Midoriya quickly turned back, but it was too late to stop whoever pushed him, their strength sending him flying to his bed.

"What-?"

A gloved hand found

its way to shut him up, covering his mouth, as Izuku was pressed against his mattress, his attacker's body keeping him down.

"Shh. Shh. Shh." The other kept repeating.

But Izuku kept struggling, trying to push him off, kicking and slapping the air.

His attacker seemed

to shift his weight, as he heard metal clicking, and soon after feeling something cold around his wrists.

Midoriya tried to scream, his voice muffled, his arms forced behind his back.

Fuck, the dude on top of him was so strong... Not even his current training could have

protected him. Izuku was using all his strength to push him off.

However, he ended up with his hands handcuffed behind his back, and the intruder fully positioning himself on top of him, slipping between his kicking legs.

The light was still on, so Midoriya could get a good

look at the few features he showed through his cover.

Blond spiky hair peeked under his hoodie, and vibrant red eyes looked down at him with anger.

"Stop fucking moving." He grunted, moving his hand from Izuku's mouth to his neck.

Midoriya took a big gulp of air, about to

scream his lungs out. The hand around his throat squeezed, hard.

"Don't even try to ask for help or I'll choke you until you can't sing anymore."

"Stop stop..."

"Fucking little bitch. Working so hard and getting nothing."

"Get off!"

His airway was cut off as punishment.

Midoriya struggled to breathe as his attacker got his phone out, shoving it into his face.

"This is you, right? You're Deku, right?"

His vision was blurry, and he was close to pass out, but he could see one of his videos playing on the screen.

He was happy, smiling, singing

a duet with another creator, his voice covering the silence between him and the intruder.

"I could hear you sing from above. You drove me crazy thinking angels had descended from the heavens for me."

Izuku was allowed to breathe, coughing and gasping.

"I spend two weeks trying

to find you on the internet."

Flashes confused the victim, making him close his eyes, tears running down his face.

"Stop!"

"Why the fuck would I stop? Now that I have you here." He sighed "You were not supposed to be so soon today. Well..."

He shrugged, pulling on Izuku's

curls until he was forced to bend his neck.

Cold lips touched his skin, leaving sloppy kisses all over, warm breath making the singer shiver.

"No, stop it..." He complained, twisting his torso and shaking his shoulders.

"Fuck, shut up."

The fingers on his hair pulled away,

making Izuku scream in pain. He felt as if he was going to get his scalp torn off!

"Ah! Stop!"

The blond raised his head, looking at Izuku, pressing his fingers against his lips.

"Suck."

"Huh? No!"

"They're going inside your ass anyways. So it's up to you if you want them

nice and slippery or you'd preferred getting fucked dry."

Midoriya looked at him, horrified.

"You can't be serious."

"It's your choice." He removed his fingers, bringing them down Izuku's body.

"No! Wait!"

The attacker stopped.

"Suck then."

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TBC

Muffled sobs were interrupted by desperate grunts, as the attacker roughly fingered his victim.

Izuku was forced on his side, on fetal position, not only cuffed but his legs tied tightly with a leather belt.

One hand keeping his head down by his hair, the other abusing his

ass repeatedly.

The blond man had fully uncovered himself, and Izuku had his teary eyes fixated on him, trying to remember every detail of his face to report him to the police.

"Fuck, I'm going to take your virginity..." He said, taunting the singer "I'm going to rape you

so good you'll never be able to get satisfied by anyone but me."

Midoriya shook his head, but he got a harsh tug on his scalp that made him stop.

"I'm not threatening you. I'm telling you what I'm about to do to you." The other, very calmly, explained "I'm going to fuck you,

I'm going to record it, and then I'm going to do it again and again."

The victim yelped and jumped with the rough opening of his rectum, painful and unpleasant, thick fingers stretching his organs without any care.

"Yeah, sorry about that, you're going to need it, tho."

Izuku closed his eyes tight, not wanting to hear anymore of it, trying to wake up from this awful nightmare.

He felt sore down there just from the treatment he was receiving. His rapist was definitely not gentle, as if trying to cause as much pain as possible.

He grew

tired of it pretty soon, after what felt like hours of abuse. He couldn't help but to start fighting against it, shifting his hips to run from the digits hurting him.

"Stop moving."

Izuku couldn't hold it anymore, he ignored his attacker and started struggling again.

"Fine.

You want to act like a bitch? Be my guest. I was being fucking nice."

The blond slipped his hand inside of his pants, grabbing his junk, and taking it out. While still hiding it, he gave himself a few pumps, spreading whatever was left of the lube around his dick.

"I was

going to actually use more lubricant, but since you want to be a little whore, you're going to have to take it as it is."

Izuku side eyed the other, frowning and crying, trying to gather the bits of dignity he felt he still had, but his bravery soon disappeared when his gaze

laid upon the member of his attacker.

It. Was. Massive.

Specially if he knew it was going inside of him.

It was finally the push he needed to start fighting again, shaking his body from side to side, trying to scream and push the cloth out of his mouth.

But the other

just got more aggressive, his bigger form quickly overpowering him, putting him on his place again.

He raised his fist, threatening to punch Izuku, but didn't go through it, rather just choosing to slap his legs, smiling wickedly as he saw his flesh jiggle.

However, he didn't

waste more time, holding the struggling make in place, grabbing his cock, and forcefully penetrating the singer.

And Midoriya couldn't help but scream. Muffled, almost deaf, but a scream that would otherwise curl the whole neighborhood's blood in terror.

Because it hurt.

It hurt a lot, like sandpaper forced against him, rubbing and tearing him up from the inside.

"Tch, that nice voice of yours is actually real..." The other taunted, getting closer to Midoriya as he yelled and cried in pain "The name is Katsuki, by the way, just so you can

start moaning it once I'm fucking your guts."

Katsuki chuckled, getting back up, rolling his hips and pushing himself inside. He moaned, throwing his head back, as he felt the tight muscle hug his dick, warm and slightly wet.

Good, he hated using too much lube.

Izuku

kept screaming, dry heaving as he tried to vomit, only pure acid burning his throat and tongue. He couldn't breathe from the pain, it was too much.

But Katsuki didn't stop, no matter the fight, no matter how much he pleaded for it. He was there to torture him, hurt him, make

him suffer.

He managed to make it fit, Midoriya didn't know how, byt it entered him, filled him, his rectum about to pop from the pressure.

God, the pressure was horrible, his organs felt crushed against Katsuki's dick.

But the blond didn't care, in bliss once he knew he

was completely in.

"Dumb whore, I knew you could take it."

He pulled out, just a centimeter, making Izuku feel relieve of just that, just to push himself in again.

Midoriya felt like his body stopped working, completely, like he just passed out. He stopped screaming, crying,

resisting... He could barely breathe through his stuffed nose and mouth, but he couldn't even think properly.

He just wanted this to be done.

Katsuki held onto him tight, comfortably fucking him, rough and almost rushed.

He wasn't even smiling anymore, not feeding of his

victim's misery. He looked almost angry and he raped Izuku's unresponsive body.

"Fuck, you're so tight... I've been waiting for so long to have you."

Midoriya wanted Katsuki to shut the fuck up.

"It was when I first heard you singing."

He wanted to scream, his organs

pleading for the pain to stop.

"I actually thought I died and an angel came for me. But it was just your dumb practices."

He felt the tip of Katsuki's cock hitting his stomach. But he couldn't be that deep, could he? Was he hallucinating?

"I kept trying to find your videos,

but it was impossible because you didn't have any official records."

Katsuki stopped, grunting, picking a faster pace.

"Then you released your official first song..."

His voice picked up, as he closed his eyes, engulfing himself in the sensations of his cock.

"That's

when I finally found you."

He released Izuku's body from his grip, now relying on the bed under them. He moved repeatedly, feeling Izuku tighter around him.

And much to Midoriya's horror, he noticed the soft humming of his throat.

They were moans.

"You like this, bitch?"

Katsuki grabbed his hair again, pulling his head to look at him.

Izuku avoided his gaze, closing his eyes and crying silently.

"Look at me. Look at me!" He shook his head, finally making his victim make eye contact with him "I told you I would make you addicted to my cock."

He spit on Izuku's face, making him wince in disgust as his saliva dripped down his face.

He couldn't help but start sobbing again, this time not out of fear or anger, but pure sadness. Of the attack, the humiliation, the pain, the betrayal of his own body.

Katsuki slipped

his hand between his legs, grabbing the forgotten semi hard dick, and started masturbating him.

Midoriya just shut his eyes, crying and rolling on himself. He had given up already.

The only thing he could do was wipe his face on the sheets, not feeling any cleaner than before.

Rather, he felt dirty, all the bed felt dirty, defiled.

"I want to hear your actual voice calling for my name. Should I ungag you?" He asked, then laughing "Of course not! You rotten bitch will probably try to call for help."

Izuku flinched with each insult, trying to hide

between his knees.

"Getting shy now?" He could hear the cruel chuckles right above his ear "How about you behave like a good boy and cum while I'm inside of you?"

No, no, anything but that...

"I won't hurt you if you listen to me."

Izuku hid his face by turning down, knowing

there was just one way out of this.

To do as he is told.

He couldn't concentrate, however, his body between numbness and enhanced sensations, feeling small sparks of pleasure rising from his hips to his back.

However, even if he was hard and leaking, he knew he wouldn't be

able to ejaculate. He couldn't do it, not under this circumstances.

Katsuki continued fucking into him, keeping up the fast pace, slapping Izuku's thighs with each thrust.

He was close, he could feel it. He was so close, but he wanted to give Izuku a chance.

Although he

knew it was futile. He was about to orgasm, feeling the knot in his guts tightened.

"Ugh." He shook his head giving up on masturbating Izuku.

He focused on himself, on his body, on his dick sliding in and out of the warm hole, making its way.

He gritted his teeth, and finally

got hit by the pure pleasure of orgasm, raveling all over his body, making his skin explode in shivers and tremors.

He groaned, forcing himself as deep as he could, releasing his seed inside his object of desire.

"Fuck..." He muttered, pushing his hips even further against

Izuku.

He quickly recovered, however, taken back to reality by the loud sobs of him, as he struggled to conscious.

And Katsuki found himself yearning to reach to him, console him, take care of him... Yet, he knew that wouldn't end well for him.

"You didn't cum like I told

you." He said, his voice trembling from the orgasm, but still threatening "You didn't listen to me."

Izuku couldn't care anymore, the last blow to his dignity destroying it in pieces.

"I'm going to have to punish you."

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Original prompt given by: @BNHAproship