Going to try my first fic here. (If it goes up in flames, at least there's something to toast marshmallows?)

BKDK, PH!Bkg, QL!Dk
cw// kidnapping, violence, non-con/dub-con
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Izuku woke up with a pounding head and dry mouth. He froze when he realized he was not in his

apartment. The walls were bare rather than covered in the familiar hero memorabilia. The large bed he was tucked into would never fit in his shoe box of an apartment. The silky black sheets he could never hope to afford.

He wracked his brain trying to remember how he ended up here. He remembered uploading his latest analysis episode—a revisit of Hero Shouto. The original caused his channel to first go viral. He thought it fitting to do another tribute to his second favorite hero when he hit the

magic 2M subscribers. (All Might may be retired but he would always be #1 on Izuku's list!)

He'd read the comments pouring in for a few hours before ordering take out, and starting on a script for another viewer quirk episode. His food arrived a little late, usually the boy

with the extra eyes delivered to him, but it was someone new. Poor guy was so nervous he kept his head down and didn't say anything! Izuku tipped him extra hoping to cheer the poor guy up. He enjoyed his food, and then...then nothing.

Now he was waking up in a strange room.

Through an open door nearby he could see a bathroom, but the other door to the room was closed. There was nothing else there, not even side tables!

He groaned as he clamored out of the bed. His head swam as he stumbled toward the door.

It was like he had hangover, which was ridiculous—Izuku never drank.

He yelped when something tugged at his foot and he fell face first to the floor. “Ow.” He rubbed his nose and looked to see what he'd tripped over.

“What...what is this?”

There was a shackle around his ankle and a chain leading back to the bed. It had soft material on the inside against his skin, but the heavy duty metal of the rest stirred unpleasant anxieties in him. He was more confused by the the lock, it looked to have a biometeric scanner.

A beeping noise caught his attention, then an electronic whirring, and the door slowly opened.

Heavy combat boots stopped in front of him. Izuku trailed his eyes up the imposing figure. Even if he wasn't on the floor, the man would tower over him, and his shoulders were twice as wide! Anything identifying was covered though. Any hair had been tucked into the sleeveless

hoodie he wore. His face was hidden behind a smooth white mask, the eye slits too narrow to see anything beyond.

The man just stood over him his head tilted to the side. Watching.

Izuku swallowed, and glanced around for perhaps a camera crew. This had to be a joke right?

“Um...h-hello? Who are you?” His voice cracked around his dry tongue. “Why did you bring me here? Is this some sort of prank?”

“Tch.” The man clicked his tongue and thrust a bottle of water at him. Black leather gloves covered his hands. “Drink.”

The voice came out distorted, like someone speaking from an ancient radio. Maybe a quirk? No it had to be a modulator built into the mask, the man's build suggested physical labor if not a physical quirk. Someone with a voice quirk was statistically more likely to be leaner--

“Shut up and drink!”

Izuku snapped his jaw shut, embarrassed at his inability to control his mumbling habit. He eyed the water. It could contain drugs or even poison. This man must think he was an idiot to blindly drink whatever he was given!

Izuku scrambled to his feet. “No! Tell me what the hell is going on! Why am I chained up?!”

“Tch. Stubborn. Should've known.” The bottle disappeared into a pocket of the man's over sized pants. “You don't need to know anything.”

“You kidnapped me! I think I deserve to know why! Is this a prank? Is it money you're after?”

“Shit, this is annoying.” The man grumbled. “This is not a prank and I don't need your money, Midoriya Izuku or are you going by Green-Nerd these days? --

Amazing Quirks just hit 2M didn't it?”

Izuku's eyes widened. How did this man know he was Green-Nerd? He covered his face in every episode, he kept aliases for all the social media. An angry fan? “So this is because of an analysis?”

He knew his recent video on Endeavor really riled up some people. He had to lock the comments on that video when the arguments evolved into threats among the viewers. Izuku hated doing that, his videos were for discussion not fandom wars!

A dark chuckle broke him out of his thought loop. “So cute when you do that.”

“C-cute?!” A hot blush spread across his face.

The man stepped forward, crowding into Izuku's space before he could move. Leather clad fingers gripped his face.

“This has nothing to do with that flaming piece of shit Endeavor.” Those finger tightened enough to bruise. “Just you and me.”

The voice dropped low at the last few words. A new sense of fear flooded him. Something about that tone set off alarm bells everywhere,

but he couldn't pinpoint why. He shoved the man away. “Don't touch me!”

Izuku was on his back in a flash, the full weight of the man pressing him into the bed. A moment of silence stretched between them, both breathing heavy.

“You got a lot of balls for a quirkless weakling.”

“H-how--?”

“It doesn't matter.” He shifted above Izuku and produced the water bottle again. “You need to drink something.”

Izuku pointedly turned his head away. The man growled and got off the bed walking back to the door. “Fine. You'll change your mind soon enough.”

The door slammed shut behind him, and the whirring of an electric lock filled the space he'd left.

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TBC

Izuku spent the next few hours trying not to panic. He focused instead on what he could do. First up was to fully assess what he had on hand.

The shackle on his ankle was made of solid stuff. The only hope he had of getting it off was by a matching fingerprint or breaking

his foot. He couldn't risk such an injury though, he needed both feet to run. The chain couldn't reach the exit door, but he could reach the toilet in the bathroom, although not the sink. He wasn't desperate enough to drink from that yet. He saw a similar chain

set up at the bath, maybe he'd have the opportunity to run if the man unlocks him.

With no clocks or windows, he couldn't tell how much time passed since he first woke up. He could only assume it was Sunday at that point. He chewed his lip, he made some money off

ad revenue but had a janitorial job to supplement his income, it would be a few days before his co-workers noticed him missing. He had to hope that his bosses would report it to the police instead of just firing him.

He hoped he wouldn't be fired. Despite graduating top of

his class, having 'quirkless' on his resume closed a lot of doors to him. Another reason he'd been celebrating 2M subscribers, it meant more financial security.

Regardless, he could throw out the assumption about a ransom. If the man knew he was quirkless,

he'd know Izuku wasn't exactly rolling in the yen. The man covered any identifying features, maybe it was a villain? He's had fans think he was in close contact with heroes before. It wouldn't be a stretch to a villain to think he could get information from Izuku.

If he knew about Green-Nerd, what else did he know? Ground Zero did just hit #1 this year and was declared the 'Symbol of Victory'. Could his kidnapper have found out they were childhood friends? Did he want to use Izuku against the hero?

He scoffed to himself, “Stupid.” Ground Zero wouldn't care, he probably didn't even remember 'Deku', let alone care what happened to him. If it was to get at the current #1, Izuku would just have to make it clear to the man that he

hadn't had anything to do with Ground Zero in years!

The boy had made it painfully clear to Izuku at the end of middle school that there would be no repairing their friendship, ever. Hell, Izuku had even gone out of his way to avoid mentioning Ground Zero in any of his videos.

The man came back occasionally, silently offering the water. Izuku would glare and refuse, the man would only chuckle before leaving again.

Eventually, he pressed his face into the cool sheets and groaned as his head continued to throb.

Maybe turning down the water wasn't such a good idea.

As if waiting for that thought to cross his mind the man entered the room. He just stood with his arms crossed watching Izuku this time.

That was when Izuku's stomach made itself known to the world, singing the song of its people into the void between them.

“Tch, you really are a fuckin' idiot.” He fished out the water bottle and held it up. “Now are you going to drink or not?”

After a tense moment, Izuku finally nodded his head. The bottle was tossed onto the bed next to him. He lifted it to his lips and tried to ignore the way the man followed his movements so closely. He drained it in moments and his stomach rumbled again.

“Hungry?” The man asked. Izuku defiantly shook his head. “C'mon, your stomach is trying to eat itself. Loudly.”

He'd tasted nothing extra in the water. If this man was after information, it would make no sense to poison him.

Izuku would also need to be at full strength to escape. Starving himself achieved nothing, so he nodded.

“That's good.” He stepped closer, and Izuku forced himself not to move. He wouldn't show this man he was intimidated. “Just so you know, dinner ain't free.”
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TBC

“What do you mean? You have my wallet. I can't pay you.” His brow furrowed.

“Guess I gotta spell it out for you.” The sound of a zipper was the loudest thing he'd ever heard in his life.

Izuku couldn't breath as the man pushed down his pants just enough to free his half-hard cock. At least that's what he assumed it was, he'd only seen them so big in porn!

He felt himself flush all over and couldn't look away from it. It just kept getting bigger.

“C'mon idiot, I didn't take it out just to say hello.”

Izuku's eyes widened in disbelief flashing between the cock and the expressionless mask. He didn't mean what he thought he meant. This wasn't happening, this was a dream!

He shook his head and tried to run for the door. But a hand whipped out and snatched him back by a fistful of curls. His face was smashed against the man's crotch. He whimpered in horror when he felt the cock harden further against his cheek.

That strange tinny voice cooed at him, “Don't be like that. Let's put that cute mouth to use.”

Izuku kept his lips firmly closed when the man tried to feed his cock to him. He shuddered at the feeling of precum smearing on his skin. Fingers pinched his nose shut,

patiently waiting out his lung capacity. Izuku failed to hold and gasped for a breath. The thick length was immediately crammed in, only two third's able to fit before kissing the back of his throat.

A low hiss issued forth from the man above him. “Fuck! Yeah, just like that.”

He scratched and pushed at the man's hips, but those muscles weren't for show.

So did the only thing he could think of, and bit down.

He was rewarded with the man bucking into him with a hard thrust. The matching moan told him that it had the opposite effect of what he wanted.

Izuku tried to pull back again but a steely hand in his curls kept him in place. “Feisty little shit, eh?” The groan through that modulator would haunt his dreams forever. “Guess you like it rough.”

That was all the warning he had before the man pumped his hips in earnest.

His grunts and hisses of pleasure nearly drowned out Izuku's muffled screams. Each thrust pummeled his esophagus and he worried he'd never be able to speak again.

He was being used as nothing more than an onahole! He tried to bear it, put on a strong front. But he really was

weak. Traitorous tears rolled down his cheeks as he sobbed.

The man shuddered and Izuku was yanked backwards by his hair. He was forced to look up at that damn mask again. He gasped and heaved for breath, droop painting his chin.

Disoriented and dizzy he still tried to struggle away.

“Ah, fuck. Look at you!” The man's free hand dug into his pockets to pull out a phone. He could hear the tell-tale click of photos taken. He whined and sobbed wildly, unable to stop imagining

how gross he must look. If those were ever to get out...

“Please,” he croaked, “stop!”

“Fuck yeah! Cry for me, nerd.” The man growled darkly, “Cry on my cock!”

A high pitch whine escaped Izuku, when his face was yanked forward to press flush against the man's pelvis. Neatly trimmed blonde hair tickled his nose, and he was forced to inhale the sweet sweat there. He could feel his own throat bulge from where the fat head had forced

its way down.

It didn't stop the man from giving quick little thrusts. “Shit! So good! Baby, I'm cl-close, just a little-little more!”

Heavy balls started to tighten against his chin. Black spots danced across his vision as the thrust lost any sense of rhythm and he was

unable to get any breath. Finally, those hips slammed home and he tasted the hot salty spend spill up and out of his throat. The man had shouted so loud when he came, the voice modulator cracked with feedback. Izuku slapped at the hips pressed against him, begining to panic.

He sputtered around the cock in his mouth, the cum spilling around it and through his nose. He couldn't breath at all!

The man slipped out with a satisfied sigh as the aftershocks came to an end, at last releasing Izuku. He fell back coughing, cum splattering down his shirt.

He buried his face in his hands to sob, only to recoil in horror as he spread the quickly cooling spend on them.

“Oh fuck, I haven't cum that hard in a while.” The man muttered, Izuku froze when a hand started to pet his hair.

“C'mon don't cry, you did good. I'll get you some ice water with dinner.”

“What...?” Don't cry?! Who wouldn't? Hot anger snapped into place and he smacked those hands away from him. “Don't touch me! 'Don't cry', 'you did good'? What is wrong with you?!”

His voice cracked and his throat burned. He ended up coughing through the pain again.

The bastard only chuckled, as he tucked away his spit covered cock. “Yeah, 'don't cry'. You're going to make me hard again and I don't think you're ready for a round 2.”

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TBC

So what do you all think: Should I include other povs in this thread or not?