#// if not may shigaraki strike me down.

[mossy-opal]

Succubus

Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: SMUT!!!! SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

It was difficult, living in this world and being what you are. It's not your fault, you were born this way! All those years ago, you were brought into this world and taught how to live.

You lived off of pleasure, and off of the souls of those you pleased. It wasn't all bad, but it was difficult when you were picky.

You weren't like most succubi, you had certain tastes. You didn't settle for every average Joe who came across you and fell into your trap of beauty and lust. Sure, it made you weak and very hungry, but your resolve was strong.

You liked it when they wanted you for more than just your body and pleasure. You liked it when you felt something for them. It broke your heart every time one of your new playthings died, but what were you expecting?

Mates for a Succubus were a rare thing, and frankly, you were losing hope.

That is, until you met him.

Your resolve was almost broken before you had met, thinking that you'd have to settle, go to a bar to find some poor schmuck to get yourself fed.

And there he was, in a dark alley at night, probably making his way home, but you were stuck.

He was beautiful. Light blue-ish gray hair, striking features, beautifully red eyes, and the cutest beauty mark. He noticed your staring almost immediately, and he got aggressive quickly.

"What!?"

"I'm- I'm sorry, I just... Have we met?"

"Tch... No...?"

Gods, his voice was making you weak! You laughed it off, immediately turning on your charm.

"Well I'm certain I'd remember someone like you... Who wouldn't~?"

He stepped back when you stepped forward, before you put your hands up in defense.

"I'm sorry, I'm just awe-struck by you..."

He huffed a small chuckle, before he moved past you. You were on his tail immediately, a small smile on your face. He didn't seem to mind your following, but he did stop again soon.

"What do you want?"

"May I ask for your name?"

He turned back with a glare. "Not until you give me yours first."

You gave him your name, and he looked you up and down, before he turned with a small huff.

"Come with me."

And that, was how you met Tomura Shigaraki, leader of the League of Villains.

Your work relationship went well, and surprisingly, being in his presence alone satiated you. It was new, not feeling nearly as empty as usual, and stronger too. He made your wings soar, and it made you feel fantastic.

He never asked for more from you, but you were always sure to go above and beyond for him. Always going the extra mile, just for him.

He noticed, too. He originally thought it was a joke, how close you seemed to be to him. You were very touchy, very flirtatious, and he didn't exactly know how to handle it. No one really complimented him the way you did, or touched him as softly as you did, or did anything the way you did. You were... Odd.

But, he grew used to it. He... He liked it. He liked you.

You knew that, and you loved it.

It really did something for you, so, you decided to make the next move. To truly, seal the deal with him.

Hearing a knock on his door he grunted, not in the mood to talk to anyone. He didn't answer, but he was shocked when the door opened.

Whoever it was truly had a death wish.

"Dabi I swear to god if you bug me right now I'll-"

"I'm not here to bug you, boss~"

Oh, it was you. He grumbled, less annoyed, but still not in the mood for your games.

"Whatever, I'm tired... Go away."

You chuckled, and it sounded different from your usual laughs or giggles, it sounded... He didn't even know how it sounded.

"I'd normally listen to you with no hesitation, but I have something to ask of you~"

Here it is. You didn't even ask for a place to stay while working recon for him, so he expected he'd have to pay you with something eventually. He sighed, turning around in his chair.

"What is it then?" He asked, seemingly irritated.

You walked up to him slowly, something about you seemed very different now. Maybe it was your eyes- A haircut? He was bad at these things, he didn't know!

Then suddenly, the room seemed... Darker than it normally was. His computer monitors were still on, his game paused in the background, but everything just felt really heavy.

"I've been looking for you for a very long time.... I'm so happy to finally have found you~"

"What are you talking about...?"

Why did you smell different? Not like he knew what you smelled like or anything, but he definitely noticed how different it was now.

Your chuckle rang through his ears, louder than it was before. Everything seemed much heavier, and he figured it was a part of your quirk- You mentioned this was something you could do, right?

"Tomura, I have to be honest with you... I don't have a quirk."

That got his attention, but what got even more of his attention was the tail swaying behind you.

"W-what-"

"Not only that, I've been feeding off of you- I'm so sorry... I just couldn't help it. All the attention you gave me, it felt so good, it did so much to feed me, and that's when I knew it..."

He couldn't even speak, confused and a bit concerned, what exactly was he working with?

"You're my mate, Tomura~"

Looking in your eyes, he swore he could see hearts. He'd be flattered if he wasn't so damn confused- This has never happened before, he doesn't know how to handle this sudden admission of feelings! Sure, he returned the sentiment, he just didn't know how to... Respond.

"I know this is overwhelming for you, and I'm sorry you had to learn this way, but I had to be sure, y'know?"

The whine he responded with when he nodded made you fall to your knees in front of him, a hungry look in your eyes.

"Ugh, you're so hard to resist Tomura~"

"W-what... What are you...?"

Your hands were on his knees as you got closer to him, a pair of wings emerging from your lower back, your tail swaying even faster as you contained your eagerness.

"I'm a succubus, baby~"

His breath hitched, his legs jumping as your hands moved up his thighs.

"And I want you."

He could barely breathe, everything was happening so fast and he didn't know what to do. He pushed himself back, away from you for a second to try and at least calm down.

"W-what do you- What exactly do you want from me? Succubus... You guys... You eat souls- Right...? I think..."

You shook your head, standing up, lifting your shirt over your head. Tomura looked away, not wanting to look at you, despite how mesmerising you were.

"Usually yes, we feed off peoples pleasure, and take their souls when we're satiated. But, seeing as though you feed me with just your attention, I don't need your soul. You're my true mate, something that's thought to have been a myth- or a legend amongst my kind~"

Tomura could almost laugh, looking back at you before looking away again quickly; you were shimmying out of your pants.

"F-fuck well I thought- I-I thought stuff like- Succubi were... Made up..."

You moved closer to him again, leaning onto the arms of his chair as he moved to cross his legs, moving his sweater to cover his groin. You giggled at how shy he was, making him look you in the eyes.

His breath hitched again, unsure of where exactly to look. His eyes flickered from your chest to your nethers, back to your eyes.

"Tomura.... Can I have you~?"

He wanted to, he really, really wanted to, but he didn't know if he should agree...

"I promise nothing bad will happen, and I won't hurt you~"

He gulped, "Uh... S-sure... Yeah- Whatever..."

You shook your head, putting your forehead to his. The sudden intimacy actually helped cool his nerves ever so slightly.

"No darling, I want to hear a yes. Because it's true, I want you, and I want to mate with you."

"I-I said sure-"

You giggled again, giving him a soft kiss. He whined at the feeling, kissing you back with a passion he hadn't felt before. The sudden change in his attitude was pleasant, something that you weren't really expecting. He pulled away from you before pushing himself out of his chair, grabbing your face with both of his hands, careful to keep his pinkies raised (even if he was unsure he could hurt you). He kissed you again, deeply. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, making you moan as you put your arms around his shoulders, letting him walk you back to his bed. He pushed you down, pulling away from you as he hovered above you, the both of you huffing for breath from the kiss.

"Is that enough of a 'yes' for you?"

The needy gravel in his voice was to die for.

You smiled wide, pulling him into another kiss, the both of you tonguing the others mouths, each of you pulling and squeezing at anything you could get your hands on. Tomura gripped your chest and your hips, pulling your thighs apart to press himself against you.

You were gripping his hoodie, before pulling at the waistband of his pants and underwear, shoving your hands up his hoodie, feeling his stomach and chest.

He pulled off of you quickly, yanking his hoodie off, before standing and pulling his pants down with an eager swiftness.

You imagined him to be just as pretty, but you didn't expect him to be this gorgeous.

The smile on your face worried him slightly, it made him think it was a joke again, maybe it was all an act.

"Get over here. Now."

The demand in your voice snapped him out of his sudden doubt, the hunger in your eyes was hard to resist. He crawled over you again, kissing you over and over. Softer, this time. You grind against him, making him moan and whine against your mouth.

You felt your wings flutter beneath you as you fed off his pleasure, and you felt vastly different from your previous toys.

You felt his love. You felt everything he felt, his doubt, his fear, his lust, his need. But most of all, you felt his love for you. You moaned when he touched you with two fingers, toying with your hole.

"Aah- Tomuraaah~"

"Fuck.... So needy, huh~?"

You wiggled your hips against his hand, your tail wrapping around his leg as he pushed his fingers into you slowly. Your mouth opened wide with the most sinful moan he'd ever heard, it was better than he'd imagined, even better than any pornstar he'd watched. He slowly fingered you open, scissoring you carefully, kissing your jaw and biting your neck as be listened to you. He never thought he'd get this hard, just from foreplay alone.

Your hands clawed into his sheets and his mattress, and he swore he saw you tearing the fabric.

"Tomuraaa, please- Please stop teasing me, I want you- need you~!"

With begging like that, how could he refuse? He pulled away from your beautifully marked up neck, and he was surprised, to say the least. Horns were atop your head, fangs poking out, your face already looking perfectly fucked out.

"Please fuck me baby, pleeeaaase~?"

Your whines and begging were enough to drive someone mad, and he was the one to hear them. You wanted him, you needed him. Lining himself up, he pushed into you quickly, shuddering a moan at the feeling of just how fucking hot you felt.

The gutteral moans the both of you exchanged made your eyes roll into the back of your head, your mouth falling open even wider as he was finally, finally inside of you.

"Aaaaagh- Yes~! Yes yes yeeeess! Thank you Tomura, t-thank yoouaaah~!"

He huffed a chuckle, gripping your thighs tight before pushing them against your chest, over his shoulders.

"Don't thank me- uGh- Yet~"

As soon as he said that, his hips snapped, making you moan in his ear, and making him shudder above you. He already felt close, but he held out- If only for you. His movements were quick, sloppy, he thrusted as fast as he could, as harshly as he could, as he shoved his tongue down your throat, swallowing your moans and your cute noises. Your moaning was endless as you fed from him, drinking in his sexual desire and energy, feeling yourself being more full than you've ever felt.

In more ways than one.

Your tail wrapped tightly around his leg as your wings helped push you against him, meeting his hips with every thrust.

He lifted himself up, smirking down at you, "Wa-Want me to cum in you? Fill you up? Haa?"

You cried out with a smile, "YeEess! Yes yeS! Please baby~! Please fuck me full! W-waahnt it~ want you! Want you~! M-more~!"

Tomura laughed condescendingly, groaning at the feeling of you fluttering around him as you felt him get closer. He couldn't last much longer than this- It was already too much.

Without much more stimulation, he came hard and quick. You had never cum as hard as you did with Tomura balls deep inside of you, your climaxes combined to drip out of you. You both moaned out, loud, your hands clawing the bed to shreds as you cried out in ecstasy.

As you both caught your breath, Tomura pulled out of you and laid on his bed, exhausted, you couldn't help but laugh.

Tomura groaned. Barely able to, he moved to lay on his back, looking at you.

"W... What.. What's so funny...?"

You slowly and carefully moved to sit on him, straddling his lap, your clawed hands on his chest, a sly smile on your face. Your tail waved behind you as your wings stretched out.

"Oooh baby... I'm far from finished with you~"

Tags: @slayersins @shadowsandshapes @dabislittlemouse @dabislittlebeaniebaby @the-milk-anon @shockinglysubmissive @elias-fable @starstruck-flames @daniidil @223princess

[obsessedtomone]

Unravel Yourself Before Me ⛓️ Chapter 7 - Anomalies▸Shigaraki x femReader

Chapter Summary:

◤ So now you find yourself standing in front of the classroom door, staring holes into it. There’s around five minutes left before the bell rings, but you can’t bring yourself to go in, despite multiple students passing you by and entering themselves.

You can’t fucking do it. You can’t stomach facing him today. You know you should, but you just can’t. ◢

Setting: University AU - No quirks (unless degenerate personalities count) Tags: Slow burn, Eventual Smut, Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Humiliation, Mentally Ill Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to ??? Warning: Dead Dove – Do Not Eat | Mind the tags TW: Implied Su/Self H, Dubcon, Reader has a super shitty past like actually, Shigaraki Tomura is his own warning.

AO3 Crosspost | Chain Divider by firefly-graphics

Chapters: One • Two • Three • Four • Five • Six • Seven • Eight

Chapter 7 - Anomalies

Two whole days have passed since your phone call with Shigaraki. Both of them were a total fucking blur. 

You ended up spending most of your time at Taylor’s, drinking yourself to sleep and watching shitty chick flicks on their couch, blocking reality out. 

Well, almost blocking reality out. The hangovers tend to ground you like nothing else really, when you realize you’ve made good friends with Taylor’s pristine ass bathroom tiles, enhancing that nausea with a lovely Fabuloso scent that you’re pretty sure won’t get out of your nose for the next couple of days.

Between the porcelain throne and your friend cooking fantastic comfort foods for you to feed back into the sewage system, you finally got a call from your university’s faculty. 

You find yourself in front of a big double-doored office, tapping your foot anxiously as you’re sitting in one of the shitty chairs they put out for regular visitors, waiting for the dean to call you in. The secretary eyes you with pure disdain as you walk by her, so you know you’re in for a great time, the circus having finally reached the faculty’s ears.

College is the last fucking place you want to be at right now. 

Virtually everyone is able to recognize you now, even after doing your absolute best to dress more inconspicuously than you usually did. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t fucking work. Masks and dark hoods only make you look like an Assassin’s Creed cosplayer in the best case scenario, and a potential school shooter in the worst, prompting NPCs to double-check. So you gave up, pulling your hood down and tucking your black colored mask into your pockets, halfway through your way here.

It’s the harsh fucking reality, but you stand out. No matter what you do from now on, you’ll always stand out.

The dean opens one of the doors to his office and you grit your teeth as he gestures for you to enter. Old leather and gross shoe polish invade your senses as he offers you a seat and goes on to take his own. 

It’s funny how uncomfortable the huge squeaky armchair is making you feel, when you know it’s designed for anything but. Many big investors and rich asshole parents have sat where you do right now, yet here you are. 

You doubt they called you here to strike another deal with you. No, instead, you’re about to hear the lecture of a fucking lifetime.

He clears his throat, hand stroking his short white beard and he finally initiates the painful conversation. 

“You see, dear lady, I’m certainly aware times have changed, and discussions like these may seem outdated to your generation, but allow me to share with you a time where rules were different.” He pauses for effect, you assume. “Back then, any improper behavior resembling what’s become common today, would have led to an immediate and undisputable expulsion. It’s a stark contrast to what us, the older generation, has to witness now.” His chin tilts downwards. ”Nevertheless, while the times may have evolved, the core principles of decency still remain and should always apply.”

The older man fixes you a stern gaze, making you shift in your chair. His disapproval is obvious and his blatant judgment affects you in a way you feel you’d disappointed a grandparent. It takes everything in you not to roll your eyes at him, somehow still able to maintain a shred of composure.

He’s not for real, you think to yourself, inhaling deep and exhaling slowly, letting him embark on his journey about his ideal cottagecore wifey ‘stay at home and don’t bring disrespect to the family business’ views.

“I’d like you to take a moment and think about the gravity of your actions, if possible. You probably are aware as to why we called you in today. This is not just about having fun or ‘blowing off steam’ as you kids say, no matter how stressful your academic performance might be. I understand the position you’re in is a challenging one,” he says, gesturing with his hand the way a versed politician would. “But it’s imperative to realize that your actions carry consequences far beyond your immediate circumstances.”

“With smartphones and social media nowadays, news spreads like wildfire! Have you perhaps forgotten that your actions reflect not only upon yourself, but upon the entire institution?” He shakes his head. “The position we have extended to you is one of privilege, one you should be utterly grateful for.” The dean presses his hands together, looking at you very thoughtfully. “And one that is to be respected.”

There’s ants in your veins. There must be, otherwise you can’t explain these disgusting prickles running through your body.

“Allow me to get to the point and reiterate this: the typical course of action for this type of indecency, would be none other than undisputable swift expulsion. However, I am inclined to grant you an opportunity to present your side of the matter. Your past professional relationship with the faculty hasn’t been overlooked, therefore I am keen to hear your explanation before we proceed.”

A headache begins to form at the center of your brain sometime during his boring ass monologue, and you start feeling agitated. Your grip on the expensive material of the chair’s arm starts hurting from how tense you feel and your fingers begin cramping up. It’s becoming a real feat to just sit still and not claw the eyeballs out of his skull.

“Allow me to offer you a personal observation,” the dean interjects, the look in his eyes becoming unsettling. “Consider it a word of guidance, from a seasoned individual who has walked this path longer than you have.”

Never in a million years, could you have guessed what the head of the fucking faculty was going to spit at you next. 

“Think of yourself as a lock, my dear.” His voice takes on a disturbing undertone, eyes narrowing as he leans in closer over his desk. “If just anyone can gain access, what does that say about your feminine value?”

If your eyes widened any more, they would surely have popped out of your head by now.

“Excuse me?” You lean forward into your chair, voice quivering slightly as you give him the chance to reconsider his words.

The dean only clears his throat twice and adjusts his tie uncomfortably, his eyes lingering on you with an unsettling intensity as his stubby manicured fingers continue to stroke at his beard.

“You heard me well, young lady,” he says, tone dripping with condescension. “You should not be so careless with your affections. Consider the needs of your future husband! What would he think of you, knowing you’ve shared what should’ve been your purity, so carelessly, so freely?! It’s a shame, really, the lack of modesty among the youth these days. Do young women have no shame anymore?”

Oh god. You feel yourself rapidly becoming nauseous. 

Did this old creep jerk off to Shigaraki’s thread as well?! How un-fucking-believable. 

What was your life, really? What’s going on right now?

You slam your fucking fist against his desk, face flushed crimson with barely-controlled rage, eyes narrowed and teeth bared in a snarl. The old man is startled.

“Now listen here, young lady—”

“No,” you say, throwing your head back and huffing an incredulous laugh. “No, you fucking listen to me, old creep. You listen damn well, before I fucking report you to the education ministry for inappropriate conduct, alright?” Your chest is heaving, voice growing significantly louder.

He’s shut up.

“You wanna get me expelled?” You bend over his desk, an expression of crazed fury painting your features as you look down at the balding old man. The tone of your voice is deceptively calm. “Not only one of your top students, but also the only poor fucking moron in this elitist ass university, who’d let you parade around as you fucking please. Yeah?”

This isn’t the first time you’ve lashed out at teachers or professors, but it’s the first time you’d ever confronted a person of a higher position. Shigaraki is dead set on ruining your life, but you’ll be damned if you let another fucking sleazebag talk down to you right now. 

Especially not this joke of a headmaster, who spends his nights watching student porn, only to slut shame said student the next fucking day.

Your courage to ruin your relationship with the faculty doesn’t stem from meticulous planning. No, you’re not thinking straight right now. You’re reckless, about to ruin everything, and so very angry.

“I’ve been at your fucking beck and call, whenever you needed an idiot to wear your stupid tight uniforms, have I not? ‘Look, kids! Look at this orphan bitch, benefitting from our great scholarship program! Even degenerates with no future prospects will be able to thrive and have the chance to become the best at our institution!” you chirp, followed by a bark of sardonic laughter, and the dean frowns at your audacity.

“Tell me old man, how much money have I made you so far? If you expel me, who is ready to take my place and become your little puppet? You’re not giving me a chance to explain myself because of our great relationship over the years. You’re giving me a chance to say something that’ll save your neck with the board members, over why someone you personally vouched for, would sink the ship like this.”

The dean stands up, fingers trembling with shock and anger, before trying to cut you off, “You’re extremely out of line, Miss, I suggest—”

“I suggest you shut the fuck up and listen veeeeeeery closely to me, okay?” you coo, voice dripping saccharine sweet. “What you and half of this university fucking jerked it off to, is nothing more than revenge porn. You know what that is, right? It’s a crime. A serious one.”

A flash of confusion crosses the dean’s face, making him pinch his eyebrows, and for a second, you feel your gut filling with hope. Maybe he’s not a complete fucking idiot and he’ll understand, after all.

“What? But—” he takes a moment to think before opening his mouth again, old eyes becoming resolute. “That’s completely irrelevant. What matters now, is that you’re jeopardizing the image of the institution and—”

“Aaand, the videos, the contents, were all taken against my consent. Isn’t it funny? I barely turned eighteen the week before that video was taken, haha. I was high and that guy took advantage of me. Do I have to spell it out for you? What he’s done to me?” You smile angrily. “But you don’t care about that, do you? It’s alright, there’s more.” 

You grab the golden nameplate off his desk, and clean it with the sleeve of your hoodie, wiping it down as you feel sweat building up under your armpits. It’s dawning on you how close you are to losing everything. You hope it wouldn’t show.

“Wanna know who’s behind this?” Your smile turns bitter and you place the object back down, taking on a mocking tone, “‘Course you fucking don’t. You’re all imbeciles. But I’ll bet on my entire fucking scholarship that you’ve dealt with him before.”

A scowl forms on the principal’s face, and you could tell he’s at his wit’s end, about to tell you off but deciding to let you go on with your little charade.

“So humor me, okay? How famous of a character is Mr. Shigaraki fucking Tomura, among the members of the board? Must’ve reached your dainty little ears by now, having half his criminal record allegedly happen at this institution, has he not?”

Immediately, the blood drains from the dean’s face.

How… incredible. You only mentioned his fucking name. Seriously?

“Mr. S-Shigaraki.”

“Yep. Mr. fucking Shigaraki. There was a… minor altercation, between him, me and Mr. Reynolds. Then he put me on his little hit list and decided I should never be able to show my face in public anymore. Luckily for you, I don’t have angry rich parents to sue the shit out of this school, which is why you think it’s okay to speak to me like I’m some societal trash.”

And suddenly, an incredible idea comes to you.

“Say, sir. If I get expelled now… and I tell him that I tattled to you, what’s the chance he lets you keep your job, knowing what you know and his family being who it is?” 

You don’t fucking know either, but you’re eager to dig yourself out of this fucking grave.

It’s a really shitty move, one you aren’t sure if it would work, but you’ll be damned if you care anymore. None of these assholes do, anyways, so why should you? 

You’re not a saint, and if people punch down enough times, you’ll start punching back.

The dean closes his eyes and sighs, after which he gets up and turns to the window. He doesn’t kick you out or talk back right away, something that told you he’s weighing his options on which terrible outcome to avoid. Dealing with you or dealing with him.

“After everything we’ve done for you—all the opportunities and the support the faculty has provided you with,” he mutters, sighing again and you think you’re smelling that Fabuloso scent again as you’re about to really throw up. “To behave in such an entitled manner and put my reputation at risk for your own self-serving motives—truly a shame. You bear a striking resemblance to that regrettable excuse of a man.”

“Guess I’ve learned from the best. Or maybe this place is just a breeding ground for assholes like us, huh?” You smile another strained smile, hiding your shaking hand behind your back. 

Did he seriously compare you to Shigaraki of all people? Seriously?

“Do you… think it’s possible to take down the posts and erase any trace of the incident?” the dean asks, already suspecting what the answer would be.

“No, he’s not a fucking idiot. A sock puppet account will pop up somewhere else every time we’d do that. It’ll be like playing virtual fucking whack-a-mole.” You feel your gut twist and you wince, closing your eyes. “That’s what I would do at least. If I were him.” 

“What about involving law enforcement, then?” He turns to face you, hands behind his back. “We’ve handled cases of defamation in the past. The faculty possesses outstanding legal counsel who could assist you in such matters, however I’m not sure if you could…” He looks you up and down and scrunches his nose. “...afford it. But given the circumstances, I suppose we could make an exception.”

You sigh. Who the fuck died and put this clown in charge?

“What about the law enforcement? Hello? Do I have to remind you who we’re dealing with? How many cases were you able to win against him and his dad?” you ask, irritation bubbling up in your throat. Your eyes dart around the room and land on some random shiny trophy collection in his office, feeling like you wanted to go home so badly.

“Professor Reynolds didn’t actually quit,” the dean reveals, unprompted. “It is Mr. Shigaraki who has forced him to… retire. Or rather his father did.” 

Your eyes widen briefly, before going back to your bored expression.

Of course it was.

Why the fuck was he telling you though, when all it did was confirm that your childish threats could actually work. This asshole couldn’t actually be this stupid. There must be another reason.

“That so? Color me fucking impressed,” you mock, rolling your eyes. “You want me to fucking care, when you were so ready to kick me out of the program ten minutes ago? Pathetic, really.”

Images of Taylor and the dean appear in your mind, both fucking comparing you to him. Maybe they are right. Maybe you really are an asshole. 

Maybe the two of you weren’t so different after all. 

Your frown deepens.

“I’ll tell you what, old man. I don’t need your legal counsel nor do I need your help. Publicly suspend me for a week and I’ll pretend you didn’t threaten to expel me. That’s the only way you get to keep sitting on your cozy ergonomic leather throne,” you say, digging a nail into the skin around another. “Since everything is pointed at me, you can keep your hands clean. I’m sure there’s worse things you’ve had to cover up for the more privileged students.” 

You grab your bag that you previously placed next to the chair on the way in, and turn around to leave. 

“One more thing. If you fucking dare to take me off the scholarship program, I might have to handwrite a fucking letter and deliver it straight to Shigaraki’s doorstep. We go down together. Don’t forget that, sir.” 

A flicker of pathetic resignation crosses his face, but you don’t linger, heading outside of the office and feeling stressed beyond belief. 

Moving forward, you’ll have to deal with Shigaraki on your own, but that’s something you were well aware of anyway. 

So you finally let go of your breath. 

You didn’t lose everything yet. You still had some control over the situation. You’re gonna be fine. You have to be.

Closing your eyes, you walk past that bitch of a secretary and into the elevator, heading for the exit with a million thoughts racing through your head.

Did Shigaraki seriously get so butthurt over the professor that he made him quit? Over a warning? It sounds on-brand but something doesn’t add up.

Also, why do people keep mentioning the two of you are alike? He’s a crazy manipulative psychopath! 

Yes, you’ve done vile things in the past, but only when people wronged you! Mostly. The dean was about to hit you with an expulsion, after all the hard work you’ve put into this place! What were you supposed to do? Not drag him down with you? After he told you to stop whoring yourself out? It felt good to put him in his place! Why did it feel good? Why did it feel good to win? 

There’s a rush.

Did he… also feel good playing dirty with his opponents? Is that why he acts the way he does? 

Your hand is trembling on the strap of your bag, feeling yourself smile with a huff.

Of course he does. He’s Shigaraki Tomura, after all.

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You should’ve gone home, but here you are, making good on your promise not to back down from his challenge. 

You’ve got no clue as to how today is going to go or whether or not you’ll be groveling at his feet the way he wants you to, by the time class is over. 

That would not be ideal, but you don’t have the funds to move cities, nor do you actually want to be scared that stalkers and rapists are waiting in front of your door. Your fist clenches at the thought. 

So now you find yourself standing in front of the classroom door, staring holes into it. There’s around five minutes left before the bell rings, but you can’t bring yourself to go in, despite multiple students passing you by and entering themselves.

You can’t fucking do it. You can’t stomach facing him today. You know you should, but you just can’t. 

It could lead to disastrous consequences, but right now, you’re just a coward. With your head dropping low, you release the strap of your bag to grab your hood and cover yourself, turning around and walking away.

Until you bump into someone.

The smell of his distinctly intoxicating and probably unnecessarily expensive cologne hits you first. And here he was, the final boss.

“Ah—aaaAchOO!” You sneeze all over him, the smell of chemicals overwhelming your sensitive nose. 

Did the motherfucker dump the whole bottle on his shirt this morning? You scowl, staring right into his chest and not daring to look up.

“Fuck! Don’t fucking sneeze on me, you idiot!” Shigaraki barks, wiping himself off but not backing away from you. You close your eyes and sigh, one eyebrow slightly twitching.

“Shut the fuck up. You’re standing in my way and you fucking reek. Not my problem.” you say, wiping your nose with the back of your sleeve and you catch a pair of offended red eyes glancing down at himself for a second, before they turn to glare at you. “Now if you’ll excuse me.”

You attempt to side-step him, but he’s crowding you, blocking your way. You look around and notice there’s not a single soul besides the two of you.

“Yeah? Well at least half the fuckin’ college isn’t waiting to see my pussy getting pounded every week, bitch. Also, class is this way.”

 Shigaraki sneers at you, pointing towards the cursed door that you wanted to get away from. You roll your eyes, feeling maybe a tinge of sadness at his remark, brows pinching downwards.

“And who’s fucking fault is that, huh?” You place your hands squarely against his chest, making him flinch before giving him a light push. 

It’s met with no resistance. He steps backwards to stabilize his footing. 

Maybe it’s your exhaustion, maybe it’s the earlier rage in the dean’s office, or maybe it’s the way he’s taking your situation lightly, but you can’t stop yourself from provoking him again. 

“Yours, obviously.” He flashes you a playful smile, one you haven’t seen since the first day you’ve properly met him. “It’s ‘kay. At least you’ve got a pretty one. Maybe you should switch career paths and become a pornstar instead. It’ll be hard with all your fucked up scars, but I’d still watch.”

Your frown deepens and he sees hurt in your eyes, making him smile wider. This prompts you to grip the fabric of his thick black hoodie and you shove at him. Hard.

“Whoa—” Shigaraki is taken aback by the sudden force, but surprisingly lets you push him.

“WhOaAa!!!” you mock his stupid fucking voice. 

And then you do it again. You keep shoving him down the hallway, as hard as you possibly can.

For all the fucking stress, the hurt and the pain. For exposing you to thousands of people online. For putting you in danger by convincing people it was okay to harass you. For threatening to do worse. For ruining everything. For ruining everything! 

You feel dizzy and foggy from overdosing on anxiety meds, just so you could barely function today. Just so you wouldn’t be afraid.

Of him. Of the fucking world!

You have no idea when it happened, but tears welled up in your eyes, and no matter how desperately you try to will them away, you’re only about to cry harder. You see flickers of softness in his eyes, as he smiles down at you smugly. 

Until you shove him one final time and he trips on his legs, grabbing your arm and dragging you to fucking hell with him.

“Shit!” You stumble forwards and he catches you, bumping heads in the process. Your eyes are screwed shut and you pull back, rubbing your forehead. It takes you a good moment to process what happened, and when you do, you start panicking.

Fuck! Is he going to be mad and accuse you of assaulting him now? Use his fancy lawyers to charge you with some shit? Is that why he let you push him around? Fuck, fuck, fuck! You don’t have money for a fucking lawyer! Especially not one matching his daddy’s big pockets! You’re so fucking screwed.

Hesitantly, you open your eyes and expect the biggest shit eating grin, one ready to bury you in this massive hole you’ve dug for yourself. 

But the sight that greets you is far from anything like that.

As if reenacted from a shitty romcom flick that you and Taylor had been watching yesterday, you somehow ended up straddling Shigaraki Tomura’s lap. 

He’s leaning back, supporting his upper weight on his elbows, shirt slightly raised and exposing his surprisingly toned pale-skinned torso. It catches your attention and your brows angle downwards.

What the fuck? 

You thought rich boys are supposed to be smooth and cared for, like expensive porcelain. Not littered with endless scars, long lines of white healed tissue competing with those of your own, dark fresh patches of purple all across the visible surface. 

How the fuck did he end up like this?

The soft exhale he lets out wakes you up from your daze, brain finally catching up with the fact that you reached out with both hands, one of them pulling at the shirt to inspect further and the other softly brushing against the skin. 

His body visibly shudders under you, and your eyes snap back to his face, noticing how flushed his cheeks are, his familiar angry crimson-colored eyes looking back at you.

For a moment, he doesn't look invincible anymore. Instead, he looks almost… 

Vulnerable.

You grimace, sobering up and wanting to pull back, to get the fuck off him, but he grabs your wrist before you can, yanking you closer to him and forcing you to feel his warmth, radiating against you. His face is now in front of your own, and you curse under your breath when you involuntarily glance at his dry, parted lips.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you whisper, but your tone holds no bite, voice coming off soft instead. Way less angry than you should’ve been with him.

“I don’t—I don’t know,” he replies, the impulsive action leaving him disorientated as well. 

You’re absolutely fucking baffled, searching his face for any hint of his usual cunningness, anything to give you a reason to snap out of it… but all you could find is confusion.

By the time you regain some of your composure, you become painfully aware of your position. You’re fucking straddling him, sitting snugly against his lap and feeling how hard his—

“Don’t you dare fucking move,” Shigaraki hisses at you, a rosy blush having spread from his cheeks, all the way to his neck when he notices you finally putting two and two together. He needs a moment to calm down, to compose himself. 

But you’re nothing if not a brat.

You glance around, checking for people, but it’s dead quiet and nobody is wandering around during active sessions. 

The two of you are partially obscured by a spare desk and a storage unit and you decide that’s good enough for you. So you smirk at him, giving him a split second to realize his predicament and watch his eyes widen as you roll your hips against him experimentally.

“Aah, f-fuck!” Shigaraki throws his head back, immediately faltering under you at the unexpected stimulation. It sends electricity through your body, and your hips buck again involuntarily, while you feel your cunt clenching around nothing.

“F-Fucking stop, I’m serious!” he uselessly warns you again, voice low and coarse, hands reaching to push you off. Your inner thighs press tightly against his sides to secure yourself, and you snort in reply.

“What’s wrong? Gonna cum in your pants from just a little friction?” you taunt him shamelessly, “Surely, our number one villain can handle a little more action than this. Don’t tell me you’re a pathetic quickshot that gets off on ugly bimbos dry humping him.” 

You watch his furious red eyes wanting—promising—to get back at you, his jaw clenching and his trembling hands hovering over your hips, before tangling his fingers with the fabric covering them, knuckles turning white. 

It does little to scare you, and you fully take advantage of the stun, going ahead and rolling your hips once more, only pressing harder this time. 

You feel the length of his erection against your clothed cunt and you wish you could feel it better, because despite talking a big game you can’t help but shiver every time your clit is pressed against his dick, regardless of the layers of clothing that separated you.

“Fuck—I said stop it!” His eyes shut tight as he tries and fails to shove you off of him. He’s breathing heavy and quick, the sight of his flustered face only spurring you on. 

You grab his shaky wrists and lean yourself in, pressing his hands flat on the ground and pinning him under you. He opens his eyes and stares at you in a daze. It makes you feel powerful like this. 

You’re on top of Shigaraki Tomura, the guy who desperately wants to completely and utterly destroy you.

You slow down, almost coming to a halt and you huff over his face, smiling angrily. “Did you fucking stop when I told you to? When I begged you to?”

It doesn’t matter, because you don’t give him time to answer, opting to pick up the pace instead, and feeling frustrated because it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough, but he’s not the only one losing control. 

You watch him pant under you, letting you take what you want and doing his fucking best to not spill himself inside his pants because of you, and that thought excites you. 

It excites you so much, you start feeling pleasure pooling up in your lower abdomen. Your back arches slightly and you fail miserably to hold back your own pathetic voice from moaning above him. It feels—feels really fucking good. You want him to get you off, and that thought leaves you as aroused as you felt disgusted, the mix of emotion quickly overwhelming you.

“Y-You—You fucking—hnngh! You fucking brat!” Shigaraki groans, digging his nails into his palms as he lets you move, struggling not to come undone but feeling painfully close every time you move your fucking hips. Every time you spoke to him. 

His head is reeling, watching you hump him like an animal, seeing you getting off on him. Because of him.

And he wants so much more.

In a moment of weakness, you feel his hands slip away from your hold, creeping up on your thighs, but before you can really catch on, he rolls you off of him and onto your back, desperately pressing—slotting himself between your legs again. 

You look up at him in a daze, gasping when he begins moving against you, quickly regaining control over the situation. He looks at you, panting, the sight of your brows pinching and your soft whimpers turning him almost feral. Shigaraki swallows hard.

Were you always this fucking cute?

“You do understand that—haah—there’s going to—there’s going to be consequences to your actions, don’t you?” he groans against your ear, pulling back and grinning slyly, stretching the scars on his lips and you feel his hands shake against your thighs before gripping them tightly and rutting against you more violently. 

It hurts. But it hurts really fucking good, and you’ll never admit how easily he’d be able to push you over with just his stupid fucking voice. You’ll never admit it, but your body is traitorous, and he can see what he’s doing to you. 

Shigaraki then fucking kisses you, a tentative rough peck on your soft lips, if only to silence your growing cries. A new feeling then arises within him, and it’s a dark realization. Nobody else should be allowed to hear you like this. Nobody but him.

You gasp when he bites your lip and he takes it as permission to slip his tongue in, rolling it over your own with little to no technique, teeth clicking while he sinfully swallows your depraved moans. Anyone could hear you but you’re too fucking dumb to care right now, the prospect filling him up with giddiness as he’s enthusiastically devouring you.

He eventually slows down, lips barely touching yours as you manage to catch your breath. A needy groan escapes you when he leans in to bite your neck so hard, you think it’ll leave a mark. Shigaraki smiles against your throat and you feel it—feel him being on top of the world. 

Just a second longer, he thinks. 

A second longer before he’ll take you to the back of his car and fuck you senseless where no one can interrupt you. 

“Hey, shh. You don’t wanna get caught while we’re in the hallway, do you? Unless you’re into that, you nasty little bi—”

Your eyes widen and in an instant, you shove him off of you.

It takes him by surprise, but it doesn’t matter to you, because what the actual fuck were you doing? 

In public. 

With him!

“Hey,” he says, voice low as to not startle you further, obvious concern on his face. You don’t pay attention because you’re busy stumbling backwards, finding your bag and standing up on shaky legs.

“No. No, no, no—” 

A panic attack sets you off and you step backwards like a wounded animal.

“Wait. Wait! Don’t fucking go—! Goddamn it, just—wait!” Shigaraki gets up and reaches for you, but you’re quick to pull away, bolting for the exit and out of his reach. Always just out of his reach. Both of his hands move to his throat to dig into that familiar itch, to scratch it until there’s nothing but blunt pain and blood under his fingernails.

Tomura feels hurt. You were so good for him a moment ago, as was he for you. 

Why are you acting this way now? Why are you rejecting him—again? 

He desperately tries to push this feeling down, to not let it surface, but he isn’t clueless as to what it is exactly that he felt. He just doesn’t want to admit it. Or rather was taught not to admit to it, to this weakness.

He has to destroy it. To own it.

Why is it that you’re so fucking different? He didn’t expect to feel or act any differently with you than he did with everyone else who pissed him off before. 

So he’d put you in a box, where you sit comfortably next to everything he’s not able to categorize, like his indescribable fear of dogs. 

That’s right, you’re a fucking anomaly. 

But unlike the other ones that he stores in this box, he doesn’t want to destroy you anymore. 

On the contrary, Tomura would like to conquer you. To own you. 

That’s the kind of anomaly you are. An anomaly he—

Tomura’s breath hitches, hands stopping the self-inflicted abuse and dropping at his sides as his eyes widen.

An anomaly he likes.

[thotsforvillainrights]

Can I request the LOV (or shie hissaikai) members reacting to getting that big smooch on new years? (Happy new years!)

(It may be TMI, but this is like my favorite New Years Tradition)

~LOV New Years Kiss~

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-Shigaraki: He has literally never heard of something like this before a day in his life. At first he thinks you're just making it up as an excuse to kiss him. He rolls his eyes at you. "If you want to kiss me then just do it. Stop making up lame excuses, Y/N." You only laugh at him before pulling it up on your phone's search feature. "See!" He scoffs at it, but deep inside he's totally antsy about it. This is especially true when New Years is about 4 minutes away. When you finally kiss him, he ends up hoping for just a bit more.

-Kurogiri: He doesn't really understand the importance of it to be honest. You explain it's not really important to you but might be to a lot of other people out there. I mean, some traditions are serious for this time of the year. In America, most the cans of black eyed peas in the grocery store would be gone around this time. He simply shrugged it off and complied. He won't admit that he's looked forward to the kiss all day and when it finally happens, he feels like it needs to be a thing every year between you two.

-Spinner: Definitely blushes when you first bring it up. Kiss him? In front of all the others???? You're already getting picked on by Twice, Toga, Magne, and Dabi. The constant teasing from any hint of PDA was likely to last until the end of next year too! However, he couldn't turn you down when a kiss was involved...or when he was scared to hurt your feelings. You knew how difficult it was to adjust to this kinda stuff since you started dating here recently. That's why you sneak him off to a corner when the clock strikes 12. He's all yours after all.

-Muscular: Hell, forget about tradition. He's willing to get a smooch from you any and all times of the year! He ends up turning the sweet couples kiss into a deep makeout session which was enough to leave you feeling a tiny bit breathless when he finally pulls away. From the look in his eye, I'm sure you know what else he'd like to turn into a tradition.

-Moonfish: Moonie isn't the best kisser. He always ends things too soon and barely attempts to kiss in the first place. You actually aren't sure for a few months if he really likes you back or not. It looks like he's been practicing behind you back. When the clock hits 12, he kisses you for the first time. Kisses you like you'd been wanting for the longest. However, he confuses this new years tradition for being a usual thing. You don't really put a stop to it until a week passes of him kissing you at midnight. That's when you explain to him how it works. (Probably could've let it drag on for another week or so).

-Dabi: Smirks at you like the dog he is. He's got no qualms about it. You think it brings good luck for the new year and the relationship. He thinks its a kiss and that's something he won't be skipping out on anytime soon. Believe it or not, he actually ends up kinda looking forward to it each year. To him, it reflects you two staying in a relationship for a new year and bringing it in together. Putting up with him for another year is an achievement in his eyes since he knows he's not a walk in the park.

-Twice: He's heard about the tradition and has been hoping you'd bring it up sometime this year. The two of you have already been together long enough to start doing this after all. Right? Well would this count as your first kiss since you started dating a few months ago? You just told him you wanted to kiss him for tradition??? His head is running a million miles an hour. Everything finds a calm peacefulness when your lips hit his and he feels that electricity run through his body and out his fingertips. And then his head starts a million miles an hour again afterward lol.

-Mr. Compress: Oh you already know this man makes it over the top romantic. He whisked you away from the others so the two of you would walk down the pathway of the park at night, still beautifully lit by Christmas lights. You sit on a bench together and count down on your watch, happily chatting until the times runs down. He kisses you and smiles when he hears the celebration fireworks bursting in the air nearby. Perhaps next year he'll get you a gift to celebrate the new year as well?

-Magne: She was literally coming to ask you that first. She thinks its a really cute tradition and is surprised you hadn't asked her to do this sooner! Deep down inside, she secretly takes it to heart and believes this tradition will actually bring some good luck so once you start it you better not stop.

[transhawks]

(PART 2) So things I've noted down. RE: The Hawkie-Talkie

Who do you think wants to hear that? Stain maybe?" Strike one for implying the heroes are trying to please the guy culling corrupt heroes instantly making the room go silent. Yeah wouldn't wanna come off that way right, from what it may imply about yourself? I remember you saying the anime added the Stain bit, but it actually was in the manga! Just super tiny light colored text next to Edgeshot.

Everything he said was a direct response to what Ryuku, Crust, and Yoroi Musha said. As for the part where he goes, "Today's a turning point, so what I don't wanna hear-" which is made more obvious in another translation, "they're calling this a critical juncture, so why is it that you people-" which is a direct response to what the HPSC President said, and I just love the call-out. This and that time in 192 is the most we're getting out of him.

"I just hate holding back how I feel." Ironic statement of the century. Is that why 245 Endeavor was all, "A grinning braggart with his heart on his sleeve, that's who I thought you were. At least around me, you were always playing the fool." Oh Endy, I love how Prohero!Arc Persona Hawks was the only guy you ever knew. For the main time at least. It almost sounds like he's questioning if that Hawks was real, but he did think he was real because believing that is what made him think serious!Hawks was off in some way, unlike him. Nothing amuses me more than these two's relationship. Please Hawks, you gotta make people's heads spin more with how rapidly you change multiple games nobody realizes they're playing. I know he's got a thing for foresight, but I don't think this was placing down cards RE: Endeavor's impression of him in case it was needed, but he def wanted to come off a certain way back then, it just seems to have continued to be useful. MVA book too maybe, which I love how only him and Shigaraki take note of it.

"You wanna talk public support? Best Jeanist would be Number One if that was all that mattered thanks to the boost he's gotten during his leave of absence." Strike two for essentially saying 'public support is fickle.' When it's the main thing the hero system runs on, what made vigilantes "heroes" instead of villains, why Endeavor could never beat All Might, the thing heroes love to chase after or take advantage of, that popularity (like Mt. Lady to get out of paying for food, though it's a minor example) that don't matter, none of it.So I always get miffed when people say Hawks cares about popularity when his whole intro was a call-out for it. Lol at how it kinda sounds like a jab too, that Jeanist got pity-voted up the charts.

"Sure...it matters more than anything else now, but c'mon..." Because what did Dabi say? "That loss of faith will spread like wildfire." Sure matters to the HPSC a lot since they're putting up this ceremony, at a time with no All Might, the people desperately need to trust in their heroes. And here they are!! Saying things like, "Yeah um, I have a lot of regrets, wish I could've done more, I don't deserve this ranking, sorry about that." So reassuring you guys. I feel so confident things are going to work out. 

"Jeanist would be number one, I'd be second, Edgeshot'd be third, Endeavor forth and so on."

Bringing up Jeanist tells us a few things. Someone who hasn't been doing any work ranked higher than you, he's the most popular hero, knowing that, is that still what you want to focus on? If that was all that mattered, go ahead, go take a break too.

But it isn't all that matters, you have to put in the work. Endeavor has the most solved cases out of any hero, yet a ranking system relying on approval would put him at 4th, so what's more important, the work we put in or the adoration we chase? And that angry glare Endeavor gives at his "new ranking" laying it all out like this could be a subtle way to encourage him to be a bit more likeable, seeing as that's the other reason Hawks was doing all this. A few things going on. 1) Prep Endeavor for the Nomu fight in two days, 2) Give people a new Leader to believe in (not a new All Might, we don't need Symbols) 3) Keep up the Hawks Persona all while doing it to keep your real intentions hidden since nobody thinks deeper about you when you're like that + without putting your mission at risk since Dabi is likely watching 4) That whole speech was improvised on the spot after hearing what everyone else said. He was making faces while thinking of what to say and how to act so people would think that was all he was doing, it's whats shown outwards after all. 5) Slight jab at the HPSC President because why the hell not, what are they gonna do, complain when he gets results later? It's also kinda funny to me that he keeps himself at No.2 when the other thing he says is, "what I don't wanna hear, from the guys and gals below me." it's like he's saying he's the only one out of them who actually deserves his position, popularity and work in balance huh instead of popularity shifting it? "please speak more like real heroes" instead of people-pleasers because the HPSC wants a nice, proper formal event showing how shiny everything is despite calling it a "critical turning point" if that's the case, then why do we still cling to the old ways? funny coming from the guys who sounded sooo regretful about their old ways in the meeting in chapter 95.

"Dude with a lower approval rating than me." Lol, ok forgot about this for a sec, so maybe that "listing everyone's ranking" really was a subtle jab here because he wants Endy to work on being better, and he does it while being so annoying. But Endeavor buys it hook-line-and-sinker. Acts all mature like "after that novice stirred the flames like that" you wanna contrast your personalities as the more reliable adulty-leader huh? A strong and steady guy? Exactly what Hawks wanted, he knows your character. Best make that roughness look reliable since his back isn't broad enough to put the people at ease, and you've never been good at fluffy P.R interviews and talkshows.

I remember you saying the anime added the Stain bit, but it actually was in the manga!

I think you have me confused with someone else, I've never said this. When I have analyzed the scene, it's more on how Hawks is shown to be a master manipulator in this scene and as he responds to each hero. Why I don't have an individual meta on it, I'm pretty sure I broke it down years ago in Thyandra's asks as an anon and then deanon-ed rbing it here. But this was like ....October/November 2018. Don't remember if I ever did a more fine-toothed breakdown that didn't focus on how Hawks plays Endeavor like a fiddle.

"I just hate holding back how I feel." Ironic statement of the century.

Hawks in the running for top repressor of his feelings in Japan.

Strike two for essentially saying 'public support is fickle.' When it's the main thing the hero system runs on, what made vigilantes "heroes" instead of villains, why Endeavor could never beat All Might, the thing heroes love to chase after or take advantage of, that popularity (like Mt. Lady to get out of paying for food, though it's a minor example) that don't matter, none of it.So I always get miffed when people say Hawks cares about popularity when his whole intro was a call-out for it. Lol at how it kinda sounds like a jab too, that Jeanist got pity-voted up the charts.

I think Hawks is both aware of the necessity of public opinion and also fairly inwardly derisive of it. He's a "charismatic" hero, more like All Might than Endeavor in that regard, but he's not a fan of it, it seems. I do think he was very much taking his fellow heroes to task for the absolute milquetoast and apologetic responses they had in front of the cameras.

Anyway, the important thing is he actually set the stage for Endeavor not to fail.

"Dude with a lower approval rating than me." Lol, ok forgot about this for a sec, so maybe that "listing everyone's ranking" really was a subtle jab here because he wants Endy to work on being better, and he does it while being so annoying. But Endeavor buys it hook-line-and-sinker. Acts all mature like "after that novice stirred the flames like that" you wanna contrast your personalities as the more reliable adulty-leader huh? A strong and steady guy? Exactly what Hawks wanted, he knows your character. Best make that roughness look reliable since his back isn't broad enough to put the people at ease, and you've never been good at fluffy P.R interviews and talkshows.

Exactly. His whole goal was to make sure the only thing Endeavor could say after all that 1. had the most impact than anyone else 2. was minimal as possible. No apologies, no excuses, no promises to do better - just watch me. Gruff, to the point, etc - no chance to misconstrue his meaning. The best way to handle Endeavor.

Hook, line, sinker. Hawks played those awards, also came off as maverick for Dabi's purposes, bolstered himself (good for the HPSC), took a few potshots at the old system (where the HPSC can't complain much because he has 'reasons'), told the heroes under him to get their shit together and stop groveling for approval, and also made sure that Endeavor would have a reason to not storm home and approach him (and ofc set a stage up to get his ranking solid because we were told a few times that people were nervous about Enji becoming no. 1).

[novasdarling]

If you were to get kidnapped unexpectedly move into a new home by a yandere who you be okay living with forever?🏡 Yeah they’re out of their f****** minds but it’s low key “not that bad”.

Hard choice, cause some I feel can go different ways. I think I'm gonna go through a list from each anime. Then give my final answer. Okay, so I can break this down into three parts.

TW: Dark Content, Yandere Themes, Smut, Kidnapping

1. The horny choice

So for this, I'm basing it all on horniest. Who would provide the best and most exciting sex and anything sexual?

Let's start with JJK. For this choice, I'll have to go with Sukuna or Gojo. Sukuna is much more dominant. Needing you to acknowledge him at all times. Needing you to bend to his every whim. Bend or be punished. Extremely aggressive in bed, but will make you cum until you go crazy. Does care about your pleasure, but not at the expense of his. For Gojo, he's not as physically dominant, don't get me wrong. Is much stronger than you and will make you submit. But first, he's going to enjoy this game. Play with you, make you beg. Even scare you a bit. It's just so fun you watch you squirm. Will drag out sex for hours. Make you a mess, a puddle in his hands. Sukuna likes you being a puddle but also doesn't enjoy playing with his food for as long. Gojo is overall calmer than Sukuna. Yet, still so dangerous and willing to do whatever he needs to do to get you.

With HxH I choose Uvogin(duh). Just such a big and beefy dude. Fucking throws you around like it's nothing. Just manhandling you in bed, grabbing and switching you in any position his mind wonders to. Very aggressive and will not hide from what he wants. Will be blowing your back out multiple times a day. Rocking your world. Uvo is a bit greedy when it comes to sex, but he still cares about your needs. However, once he makes you cum, he may forget about your needs and focus on him. Loves to hear your whines and whimpers so if a certain position makes you louder. It's now his favourite.

BNHA was a bit tricky to choose from. Simply because there is just so much potential with so many of the men. But let's narrow it down to the obvious Dabi and Hawks. Shigaraki would make the list, just cause I like him, but he'd also be too busy for sex or for you for a very long time in my mind for this list right now. Anyway back to Dabi and Hawks. Dabi is defiantly going to focus on sex rather than a connection, at least in the beginning. Something I wouldn't mind if he hadn't kidnapped you and taken you away from your life. Sex with a stranger is already hard enough. Now sex with your kidnapper who doesn't even try to connect with you is a whole another level. He's very needy, can be soft, just never mentioned it to him cause he'll be pissed. This is the strike against him. Amazing sex, but lack of effort for the first while. For Hawks, it's almost the same. Both men have trust issues, fear of letting others get close. Dominant personalities. Need some form of control that ends up being on you. Both use sex as a way to get connected. To get some form of bond with you. It'll just take a bit.

2. Survival

This means like who would I like all around, not just sex. But rather who would be well rounded, well as well rounded as a yandere could be.

So for JJK, I choose Nanami or Todou. I feel they both would be a more realistic approach in a way. Like they'd be strict, but not in a locked in the basement way. They defiantly would have rules, not like you disobeying, but it's all for your safety. They can see the evil in the world. Poor little you can't. I mean we've all seen Todou's dedication, he's sorta one in canon anyway. But the good part is they feel bad or some kind of remorse for limiting their freedom. More likely to try to make it up to you. Through gifts or acts of service. Anything to see you smile as long as they can watch over you and make sure you're safe. Todou may be worse for some as I feel he's very physical all at once. Acts like you two have always been in a relationship. Creates a delusion that you just moved in willingly. While Nanami is more realistic and knows what he did is wrong, but in his mind, it's for the better. Todou will 100% stalk! Like all the time, while Nanami may not, may just visit you at work a lot more at work. Most he'll snatch your schedule.

Now from HxH I'm gonna go with Nobunaga or Phinks. I wanna also say Chrollo, but I think it's I feel like he'd bring me historical books and artefacts and as a history major. I gotta say I'm a fan. Anyway, let's focus on the first two and then Mr Fur-coat. Nobu is a puppy in love. Trying to do anything he can to make you happy. Yes, he knows it'll be rough at first, but it's all in the name of love. Is very physical, touches, cuddles. He needs them all. Which I'm fine and happy with. Wants to be involved all he can with you. Now Phinks is like that, but much more reluctant to it than Nobu. Pushes you away a bit, not wanting to be so soft. Only allows his true self to show when he thinks you're asleep. He can be a good yandere cause he wouldn't bombard you with physical demands right away. Give you time to adjust because he needs to as well. It would be an easier time to adjust than Nobu. Phinks is less likely to stalk. Maybe only a few weeks, Nobu will stalk, but not for long. Has no control. Now onto Chrollo as a little bonus cause I like him. He would be bad and good. Bad cause he always gets what he wants, but good cause I feel like he'd understand the want for possessions and spoil you that way. He may be soft with you at first, but once you anger him may expose you to his monstrosities.

Now finally BNHA. Aizawa or Present Mic has to be my choices. They are polar opposites of each other, yet so similar. Both want you for themselves, want you as their little safe haven away from the cruelty of the world. Though Present Mic is much calmer about everything. Understanding that you want to go outside, that this must be so hard. Much more about cooing at you, it can at times feel like he's belittling you. Yet, he always saves himself, making it feel like it's all from a place of carrying. Very touchy, talkative, just in your face. He can tone it down, he just usually won't. Now Aizawa is loving, just not so upfront. He much more prefers waiting in the wings. Watching you from the other rooms of his sealed apartment. Make sure you have everything you need. They both have defiantly staked you before, so they know a lot about you. Aizawa for longer.

3. Conclusion

It's a tough pick, cause in the end I want to pick them all, but I'll narrow it to one. Although I love those in the horny section, if I had to choose who to pick based on semi-realistic reasons I would go with Nanami (my final pick was Nanami, Todou, Aizawa, Present Mic, and Chrollo). He would probably treat me well, it may take a bit to get through his coldish demeanour. But once I did, it would be great. Protective, caring and loving. He would be all these things. Just imagine, him coming home after a long day. Only needing to fall into your arms to feel refreshed. Being his sense of normalcy, his comfort at the end of the day. *screams into pillow* Plus you know this man would take care of you in bed. Making sure you're happy and satisfied.

[haleigh-sloth]

On Mirio, and that thing he said:

Hori does this weird thing where he gives me reasons to bring up old topics I’ve rambled about in the past. I’ve literally written damn essays about the LOV and their issues as a group, and this chapter—though the moment itself was short—gave us a significant moment that brings up the League as a group.

Also side note before I get started—I’m basically indifferent to Mirio, but the sentiment behind his statement….genuinely makes me like him more.

I’ve talked about this before how the LOV and 1A foil each other, and gone on and on and on about how the LOV are all extremely tunnel visioned, but I’m gonna talk about it again because Mirio said what he said.

I’m not here to compare the two groups and say who is better yadda yadda—I personally feel the LOV are written and fleshed out ten times better than 1A, others feel the opposite, but that’s not the point of this post.

My thesis lol: The LOV are a strong group of people who all trust each other (sometimes to a fault!), 1A is a strong group of people who also trust each other. But one of these groups (1A) exposes the weaknesses/downfalls of the other (LOV).

The League is a broken group. While it may have seemed like they were on their shit and had it all figured out together as a unit after MVA and right before Jaku, I think the first war and then this entire final war literally from the get go up to now, are exposing that this wasn���t the case.

I mean let’s start with what the story is showing us—

The war starts and the League all got split up immediately. Now I know this could be viewed as a bad thing for them because “Oh no! They’re separated!” But ehhh—evidence tells us so far that, had they not been separated, well, their situation would still just be…awful lol. So them being separated is a good thing—not to the characters of course, but it’s good to the narrative.

So—the League is separated and they’re all going down their own destructive paths. And that’s what this was all gonna lead to—destruction and misery, and for some (one) of them, death.

The argument that they’d be happy as long as they got to destroy everything and still stick together…well that’s not really supported by anything we’ve seen so far—as they all have different “goals”, different wants and needs. None of which destruction was ever truly going to satisfy, for any of them. But we also know that they all do take each other into account, to some extent, when contemplating those goals. And like…Touya and Shouto’s encounter is a good testament to the necessity behind separating them for this war. And Toga’s and Shigaraki’s and even Spinner’s seems like it will bolster this as well. Eventually.

So now I’m gonna bring it back to this chapter and Mirio’s accusation of Shigaraki not having any friends.

WE know that’s not true, right? Shigaraki also knows that’s not true. So why does it strike a nerve—a nerve deep enough to somewhat shake TomuAFO’s consciousness and give Tomura the upper hand, even if only for a brief moment?

Well—it’s because of what Mirio said. “If you’d had friends, then you’d understand that there are things you can’t destroy.”

Now look, Mirio is a protagonist, and the framing of this scene indicates that you’re supposed to agree with what Mirio is saying.

So given that, we KNOW that, yes, Shigaraki has friends. So why is he still trying to destroy everything? Shigaraki contradicts himself, and in a way without knowing (because he knows nothing about Shigaraki)—Mirio is calling him out on it.

I said it here already but I’ll repeat it again—

Destroying everything means destroying even the things you might want to preserve. Destroying everything in order to get rid of the bad, also means destroying the good, the good that you cherish.

That’s what Mirio is saying. If Shigaraki had friends, then he’d understand that you can’t destroy everything, because naturally you want to preserve the things you cherish. So in Mirio’s eyes, Shigaraki has nothing to cherish.

So now that I’ve fleshed that out—I’m gonna get to my main point:

The LOV are friends. They care about each other, they trust each other. They’ve grown attached to each other’s company.

So why destroy everything? Well, this is where the LOV fall short as friends to each other. They don’t know anything about each other. They are all traumatized, they all have tunnel vision, and they all are angry and hurt, and reaching for answers no matter the cost. Compress even said it himself—they didn’t bother digging into each others’ pasts. But that’s exactly why they all don’t know what each other really wants and really needs. They all have individual mindsets right now—and none of those mindsets are supportive of each other. (Talked about there). And those individual mindsets have landed them in their current predicaments.

Because you know what? For all Shigaraki knows, what happened with Twice could have happened with Toga, Touya, or Spinner by now in this war. And he wouldn’t know. Touya was pretty much on his way to dying, after all. And Mirio saying this to Shigaraki is a wake up call that this destruction they are seeking led to this.

But there’s more to it than that. Shigaraki’s friends—again—all have different things they need and want. If he destroys everything, he destroys the things they need and want. He said he leaves room for his comrades’ wishes—but the reality is that within all that destruction he is seeking—the Todorokis, Ochacko, Tsuyu, and Midoriya would all have been caught up in that. In other words, any chance they all had at being saved, which the League wants deep down, would have been destroyed.

The thing about those people I listed is that those are the people who will (or already have, in Touya’s case) bring light to the darkness surrounding the LOV. They haven’t had the chance yet to do that, but Shigaraki’s (and the League’s) destruction would take away that opportunity entirely. And the League would stay broken, never healing.

That’s why Mirio’s statement is so important here. It calls him out on something important—if you have friends, then how can you truly destroy everything?

I brought up 1A at the beginning because they boost my point a little bit. The kids, as we’ve seen, are more open with each other. That was the entire point of the Stain arc, of the Kamino arc (Deku letting Kirishima be the one to reach out because he’s seen Bakugo and him), the retrieving Deku chapters, of the apology, and of the chapter where the kid trio spilled their true intentions and feelings with the villains. We see Bakugo’s internal growth toward his classmates after seeing the support they are all capable of lending each other. We DON’T see that same type of internal insight with the League. We see that they care, but the follow up on that has not landed them in any good situation—so far. It’s a flaw, and I think as a group they’ll overcome it closer toward the end, after they’ve gotten their heads cleared, after they can break out of their tunnel vision and see things clearer. After they’re all saved.

But yeah—Mirio’s statement builds off of a lot of League development and Mirio himself doesn’t even realize the weight behind his words lol.

This ended up longer than I wanted but it was necessary to get my point across lol.

[bbq-hawks-wings]

HAWKS HAWKS HAWKS HAWKS: Chapter 353-354

Hey, folks, we're finally at the end ready to review the latest couple of chapters after only... *counts* SIX full-sized posts in so many days.

By the way, kids, go look up what "scope creep" is some time. The knowledge might save your sanity some day, assuming you properly plan for it unlike me.

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming.

Shouto's victory over Dabi is an inspirational force among the heroes when the news rings out. All of the other heroes are facing enormous, existential fear on an individual level despite being more than willing to fight and that's understandable - they're only human. Nevertheless, a young, teenage hero who had barely received his provisional license faced his own brother - one of AFO's top fighters, nonetheless - and all but single-handedly took him down. It's a major morale boost which also understandably serves to rattle the opposition.

Btw, knowing that Spinner accepted AFO's offer to make him stronger before the strike, I really want to know how his story's going to play out. He isn't near Shigaraki, AFO, Dabi, or Toga, so this could be interesting to see him spotlighted alone once again.

I'm also excited to finally get some quality screen time with Tentacole whom I believe to be criminally neglected in the series as a whole. Rooting for you, Cephalopod Son!

The news of Dabi's fall reaches Endeavor and the other heroes facing AFO.

And now I'm so glad to have gotten these chapters all at once. Hawks knew going into it that AFO would taunt Endeavor specifically where he was sensitive exactly like he did, but I don't think he anticipated AFO being able to find any fodder that would actually get under HIS skin, and that will likely really come into play later, even if we don't see the results of the battle for a few more chapters, and that's where I predict anything new or unsure about Hawks and his feelings are going to come out.

Now, I love this interaction and series of events. We all know it was Hawks that rose me from my dormant state on this blog. Up to this point there's only so much we had to talk about, especially since what was being speculated in the discussions of leaks that I saw were really far off from what the official translation wound up to be.

The panel about him calling himself "crippled" when AFO tries to make him feel weak and Hawks just deflects it, AFO not getting anything out of him by calling him "Nagant's replacement", and the comment Hawks made about him making "a clean break" from his family history were very sensationalized and taken out of context when I saw them. So far, everything seems to be well within character for Hawks, and literally none of that stuff bothers him. He knows AFO is just the villain trying to get his way, and Hawks has already put on his armor for whatever he anticipated AFO to throw at him.

The only thing that AFO did that actually got to Hawks was wound Endeavor. Hawks' weakness far more than his need for prosthetic wings are those he cares about and his mission. And now, Endeavor has been impaled like the shish kabob.

Damn it, Endeavor. It's okay, though, this is actually the spot I wanted to catch up to, because this is where i think we get the best Hawks characterization crumbs of the chapter.

Up to this point, the main motivation for Hawks as a whole has been the same since he woke up in the hospital- "Finish the job I started as soon as possible because we're running out of time!" It's been weeks. Things have only gotten worse. The goal has never changed - only the logistics and limitations it took to reach that goal. He needs to end it yesterday. Hawks has long accepted that his death may be a necessary price in that equation, and he's at peace with that if it really will bring about the change he wants to see. Sacrificing himself so Endeavor can live and defeat AFO is more than reasonable to him.

These two, though. They weren't in the plan. They weren't in the calculations, ever, because unlike him these were never acceptable potential loses to Hawks. In the moment, he doesn't consider their abilities or the fact that they just saved his life. He can't risk losing them, so they were never a consideration in this fight before.

On the subject of mind games, I think it's safe to say that AFO is going to try to leverage Hawks' protectiveness of the kids to get him to slip up later on, but Tsukoyomi is the one who'll help him psychologically stay on task, while Earphone Jack plays more traditional power support. Tsukoyomi has experience keeping up with Hawks in real time, plus he has a good idea of how his teacher thinks. He also has known and worked closely with Earphone Jack as her classmate for more than two years now, and as she doesn't have to be the one maneuvering she can just focus on communicating with Tsukoyomi to set her up for success.

It's a clutch impromptu support team and one that only gets better if Endeavor is able to rejoin them. There's likely going to be bumps and hiccups, I predict predominantly on Hawks' end and difficulties keeping Jirou airborne, just because of the desperateness of the situation; but the actual important things here is we're going to hopefully get some real quality Bird Bros material in a moment and get to see the goths kids kill it out there. I'm here for it!!!

[sugarakis-p2]

All knights and day must die Ch 19

Mothman Shigaraki is the new king, so much on his shoulders and wings. Nothing better than to use Ur (Aka Ur Name x reader) to relieve his stress as he plots to destroy the Order of the Azure rose.

Shigaraki's instincts are telling him to get back to his mate and grubs, only he can't with the MLA keeping him pinned. When his instincts starts screaming at him like a separate voice in his head he begins to wonder is he going insane? A least backup is about to arrive, Dabi and Shigaraki can have a play date with the MLA until they do. Thanks Spinner.

MLA has showed up at the hive, you are not feeling very stable or reasonable. Your rage is burning out of control, you want revenge, and don't like the idea of anyone trying to take anything else from you. Soon Maude is scolding you while you try to rest. You made yourself a target for the MLA. Master is taking notice of you too. You have a sinking feeling if you go down you may never get back up.

Warning: Obsessive yandere mothman Shigaraki. Light dream smut. Licking and wing flapping. Graphic violence and blood.

@lovingbadguys @balanceisrelative @nut-in-me-jojo

Ch 18

Chapter 19

The Present. 

"These guys are starting to piss me off," Dabi hisses. 

He looks over to see Shigaraki slumped against the wall, slathered in ashen mud and blood, fast asleep. He doesn't blame the battered Mothman. The MLA had attacked six days ago, giving them little rest. A new wave strikes after about an hour of reprieve. The humans and Nomu are a help. They would be dead if it weren't for how well they built this new hive.  

"I know. They show how bad you are at fighting in long spurts," Shigaraki mumbled.

"Lyra isn't here. I can't risk burning too bright before the real fight. They haven't thrown the heavy hitters at us yet. Besides, any day the rest will be here with our secret weapon, right?" Dabi counters, offering food. It's not much since they have not been able to leave. The MLA has them pinned down. The damn crystal is making a high-pitched sound. Shigaraki answers it.

"I want you to know we take no pleasure in this. We will spare your hive if you give yourself up," the MLA commander offered.

"Shut up. Busy," Shigaraki snarled, ending the conversation. That ramped up both their anxiety. They both want to get back to their mates. Shigaraki's Ur is pregnant, pushing him to keep fighting. Shigaraki takes a few bites and then lifts himself.

"Well, now, look at that. Some guys I can fight. I guess I have to do everything," Dabi says. Shigaraki is still clawing his way up to stand. He sounded delighted to go back out and kill. He loved destroying. But even Dabi can see it's taking its toll.

"I have to get back. I told her it was only for one night. She was mad, on the verge of tears, and begged me not to go. The grubs are killing her. Peter is eight; John can't get them to respond. I have to get ba-glarg," Shigaraki was saying when he puked. Dabi looks; at least it was mostly water and not blood.

"My mom drank a little opium when she was pregnant," Dabi offered, dragging him to a nest.

"Forgot your mother is human," Shigaraki groaned.

"Was, she's dead. My dad beat her to death," Dabi replied. Throwing him down on pillows, covering him with a blanket. Shigaraki is asleep, and he doesn't think he heard him. That's ok; Shigaraki was already becoming a better father and leader than his own. He wants to get back to his family. Dabi sighs, he doesn't want to waste his precious body, but he is a big brother.

"We'll get you back to the little queen. I want to see my mate too, despite her being a complete bitch," he says, placing a jug and the rest of what he didn't eat next to the nest where he could find it. Blood bound makes him crave, "Well, I've never been good at not killing. A bunch of low-level dragon born, they will make interesting kindling."

When he gets back, he is going to mate with Lyra. His instincts are screaming, maybe not as loud, but he knows he can be a better father too. Then he can rub it in his family's face.

About five days ago, you were fitted in chain mail and your crown. No eye patch, not this time. You want to see clearly. You walked out on the top of the front gate.

You can still taste blood from the rage that still pumps in your veins. No, Maude, your mind weeps. You are handed a speaking trumpet. Raising it to your lips, you greet the intruders with a smile in your voice.

"Greetings MLA, what brings you knocking at our gate?"

No Maude! The leader looks confused. A blue woman like the ones Shigaraki said are from their original lands. She forms an oh with her hand.  Impressive speaking-trumpet, you are jealous.   

"You are human?" She asks.

"Yes, I'm Ur, and your name is?"

"You can call me Curious. We of the Magical liberation army are here to free the humans," Curious says. No Maude, ever again! Strange, it sounds like Maude is screaming at you. Just like she did when you were a child.

"NO, THANK YOU! Please leave. This is our only warning to you!" You shout. No Maude. He took Maude from you. Curious is studying you. Mom had died, dad remarried, the twins were born, and you needed to grow up. Maude always told you exactly what she expected.

"We know there are humans here against their will. Send them out, and we will leave," Curious states. He took her like he took you. He takes. You and the others near you scoff. Sure, they will just leave because they are so benevolent. Your village knows of what happened to the city a few districts over from your village. MLA took over, and the Order turned a blind eye as long as the Astral wizards kept making magical weapons and paying taxes.

"You don't get to come here and tell us what to do. We have already escaped people like you! We are happy. We are a family, and you don't get to break us apart!" you shouted. You are seething in rage.  He doesn't get to take from you! 

"Are you being forced to say this?" Curious asked.

"YOU WERE WARNED!" You scream. Like a hot knife, sharp pain in your eye felt like it was piercing your brain. But you don't blink.  No one gets to take your family from you!   It's not fair!  You've all suffered so much already. You want them all to die, to just leave you alone and let you be happy for once. The world flashed red. A giant black cloud formed in the air, shaped like an eye, crashing down on the crowd at your gate.

"What was that?" Curious shouted.

"That was the evil eye. Scatter!" Someone replied. You are not listening any longer. Blinded by rage, you pick up a spear and hurl it. You are strong, but not that strong. You didn't even aim. The spear broke through a shield spell, pinning a person. Blood everywhere, followed by his scream. A shadow travels overhead. Looking up, you see a volley of arrows rise and fall on the MLA like a flock of shrike birds.

The screams are haunting. But you watch. This is the ugly part of war, and you can't turn a blind eye just because you don't want to see it. A shield protected the leader. A large portion of the MLA are injured but not dead. As long as they stay away from your hive, you don't care if they live. Picking up more spears, you toss them with both hands.

Your white-hot rage was burning, the pain in your heart pulsing and spreading your hate. Your mind is spiraling into the clouds, blinded in the blaze of loss. You don't have much left, and you will die before you let anyone take it from you. You are frothing and panting as you slam back to reality. The leader is still asking questions as they retreat from your barrage. You are about to lose your temper again when strong hands usher you away.

"Little Ur, you used magic. They will be coming for you now. That woman is too curious about you. You showed grit. So much grit, we feel rallied. Let us fight for you," Mr. Duskin says. His large sons plant you in front of your nest sisters that yank you away, "Not gonna lie. Wish the King recruited actual fighters and warriors instead of farmers and tradesmen."

You nodded, about to agree when painted Mothmen arrived with Master. Zenru is there, and Master translates for them. You feel dazed and confused, the anger gone, replaced with fear. The MLA has marked you as a magic user and not with them.

"They were so impressed they decided to join the fight. Paint is hard to come by as their relationship with the mudders is tumultuous. The Mothmen's skin burns in daylight," AFO explains. You didn't know about the mudders. Zenru chitters something to AFO, and he nods.

"You are to go back to the bunker with your siblings," AFO pauses as he sees you look resistive to the Order. Zenru eruptions, chittering at you in aggression the way Shigaraki does when he was chastising you. Your sisters snarled and placed themselves between. Zenru is not making any attempt to get closer to you. 

"Zenru says you are to obey your warlord in times of war. No females or children on the battlefield are your orders. Zenru is responsible for keeping the queen safe, human or otherwise. The King would kill everyone if any harm came to you. For the sake of the hive, you claim to love as a family. You will remain safe. He asks that I translate with him for the humans. I will not be able to join you now. Go with Kurogiri, and around teatime, I will apprise you of what is happening. Don't worry, little Shiggy mate. You will not be cut out of the process," AFO said.

Your nest sisters drag you through Kurogiri's warp gate. Sitting there is the Doctor and Lyra. Lyra full tilt runs to you when she sees you. The sisters soften the impact. Your shock waring off, you grip her tight and sob. Your tears are soaking in her hair, darkening spots, and you can smell the warmth of the cotton she is wearing.

Seeing women crying, the Doctor gets up, leaving you and Lyra alone with Kurogiri. Your eyes widen in excitement. He must not know you are not allowed to be alone with Lyra. Kurogiri didn't seem to think anything was wrong. He was going about making tea as soon as the Doctor left the kids to appear, running to you.

Limbs are thrown around you, falling on your ass from the mountain of flesh wrapped around you. The nest sisters joined and chirped. You are not sure what is happening or why you are crying, but you accept it. You want all the hugs. Moments later, Peter is still crying, trying to explain why he was scared but can't. Kurogiri picks him up and pats him. John is trying to look too adult to discuss it while he and Mabel take the kids to the playroom. Shoto is standing in the playroom doorway, watching your family with a strange curiosity.

Most of the nest sisters follow, except for the big three and Beth, who is asking Kuro Daddy for treats. That made you stiffen. How much has Kurogiri been in their lives that she calls him daddy? 

It breaks your heart, made worse when she runs up to you yelling, " Mommy, look,' holding up the cookie she begged Kuro daddy for.

"Beth, I'm your sister. Big sissy," you say. She looks confused and smiles. You sigh, "Those look nice. Are you going to share? No, then it's our little secret," you wink. A huge grin spreads across her face. She calls you mommy and runs to join the others. Lyra is quick to bombard you with information as you sit down heavily on the couch.

"The Doctor ushered us into one room with a pepperbox and two Nomu aimed at us. He told us if you die, we die. Shoto and John stepped in and had him sit out here with me. Can you imagine the relief we felt when you showed back up? The kids were so worried for you more than their own skins at the moment. He's brilliant, though. Gods, how I wish I could dissect the Doctor's brain and keep it in something docile. Maybe a dog like Mochi-chan, with me forever," she hissed. That was a lot. Oh gods, another thing that is your fault, you have no idea what a pepperbox is, but it must have been meant to kill them. You are surprised Lyra did not figure out it was her they are focused on. 

"That was something I asked for….if the…uh…if the MLA got here. I know they torture and brainwash children to be on their front lines. So, If I did not come back, I wanted Master to kill you all rather than endure that. I….I, uh, just killed several members of the MLA…and I…I uh, I still don't want any of you to endure that," you admit to Lyra. She jerks and tenses. She looks off in the distance for a long moment, then back at you.

"Why would you say that? Aren't you worried I would be mad? That I would question you on your information about the MLA to think that? To suggest our murder is extreme, Ur," Lyra asks. However, she doesn't sound insulted or emotional. She sounds more calculating. That's Lyra for you. You should call her Curious instead of that blue bitch outside.

"Lyra, if I failed, you would be dead. I would be dead, so my concern was moot. There is no point in lying about it. Adam had infiltrated the group a long time ago. He was always looking for groups to give us money in the long run. He was always good at that. Adam would infiltrate a group and kill whoever he got in his way for status or food. Adam couldn't even handle the MLA. The things they do (swallows), death would have been a mercy. I just killed…I uh, killed….. I'm disturbed at how I had felt nothing but fury when I was doing it. Afterward, I was so confused and numb," you trial off weeping.

"Trauma from killing," Lyra nods in understanding. You scoff.

"I've seen death. I told you I felt rage and numbness. I still don't feel anything about it. I didn't enjoy it. It was necessary, like butchering a goat or eating your mom. One day it might catch up to me. But today, I'm disturbed at how the MLA thinks I use magic. Lyra, I was so mad. Then I felt pain, and next thing I know, I lost it," you confess. It looks like she is trying to process but failing. Her lip trembles, and Lyra doesn't look like the Lyra you remember. She looks so broken.

"I missed you. I was so lonely. I mean, I had Shoto, but the kid is damaged. I thought I had a disorder. He makes me look functional, he is Dabi's brother, but he can't know about that," she whispers. You smile because it is delicious gossip. She leans in, lowering her voice, "What is going on with the MLA? The last thing I heard, Shigaraki and Dabi were meeting the astral wizards. What happened?" 

Your gossip is less pleasant. Your eyes dart to Kurogiri. He is busy making cakes and cookies.

"I told him that it was a bad idea. The astral wizards and the MLA are pretty much the same. I received a package with the severed finger of the current major of my village after he left. Then the MLA came pounding on our door. That is why I wanted to ask you something," you say, hesitating. Lyra flushed and looked guilty, eyes darting everywhere.

"The Nomu are all homunculus from Dabi's offspring. Exclusively, because he is half-human. Humans can be more easily manipulated by magic. The Doctor has been trying his experiments on full-fledged humans. That wizard we are struck with is a legendary monster. He has brought the magical community to its knees. He almost wiped us out. Ur, they are evil creatures," Lyra hisses, eyes darting to Kurogiri.

"Lyra," you hiss intensely, "I know. I have seen it with this eye. The wizard that lives here is a child-snatching monster. I know. But I can only deal with one threat at a time. The MLA is here, and we are at war, Lyra. I need to ask you for something. I need poison, Lyra. If I get caught, I need a way out too. I will talk to Master about being less obvious about it. Lyra, I need this," You growl. Her eyes water as she bites her lip. Lyra has been more emotional, too, lately. She seems off her game. 

"Only if you cannot get here. Do not do that until they are about to…. don't do it. Stay here with us. The kids get so scared without you. Your death would kill them," she begs. You shake your head. She sounded so much like you when you were with Shiggy.

"They are coming for me; I need to stay far away from the kids and you until this is over. Trust me. I do not want to die. Did I tell you I'm having twins? Nasty little grubs beat up my insides, but I can't wait to see them. I wonder if they will be fluffy or have tiny antennae?" You smile, rubbing your belly. They are starting to calm down a little. You are happy as you wonder. You failed the twins, but you will not fail your hive. Lyra snaps her fingers in front of your eyes. Makes you gasp because you just realized you didn't put your patch back on. Groping for it, Lyra snaps her fingers again while holding up a piece of paper.

"I noticed you have an eidetic memory for writing. Get the bottle with that label. I will distract Kurogiri. Get up and go now," she said, walking over to Kurogiri, pointing towards the Master's room. You do as she says. Oh god, there are so many potions. You quickly start looking through them.

Lyra wrapped her arms around Kurogiri's middle. He stiffens at first, but when he sees it's Lyra with his glowing yellow eyes, he smiles inwardly.

"Where is Tomura's mate?" Kurogiri asked.

"She is with the kids. They were scared for her, so she wanted to spend a little time with them. Also, because I asked her, we may all be dead soon. I would like to ask a nice favor of you."

He looked at her again with new interest. He should check to see if the Tomura's mate needed anything. But Lyra slowly pulled away and looked back at him with smoldering eyes.

"Shoto is with them. I assure you we will have time alone," she said, stripping layers and walking to the far room. He's not dead, dead. Kurogiri follows, undoing his uniform.

When you come back, clothes on the ground, interesting sounds coming from the room in the back. You decide to go and keep the kids' interest, wearing your eye patch and sharing a plate of hot cookies. Talking to Shoto for the first time. Apologizing for being rude the last time you saw him. He said he didn't mind and blushed, then John hit him in the arm for it calling him gross. Until Master came back, you were having a good time, and Shoto was interesting. Lyra had disappeared, preferring never to see AFO again, Kurogiri setting up the tea.

"Stimulating things, will it just be us today? I was hoping to discuss more with that interesting arcane healer. She behaved more naturally with you around," AFO says. He removes his mask, and you force yourself not to stare. The upper half of his face is an obliterated mess. You shudder to think of what dark magic he uses to keep himself alive. He informs you of the fighting and the battle plans, all of which sound like they don't need you today.

"When your magic wears off, they might need you again. I would like you to start mastering your eye," he demanded. You didn't like that he was demanding anything from you. Like he owned you. He is dangerous, so you play with your fingers before answering.

"It really was me. That eye thing in the air was me," your shaky fingers brushed over your eye patch, "Shigaraki has not been able to explain it. It scares me. I rather not have magic. I know you can give and take magic. Can you take it from me?"

AFO steeples his fingers as they regard each other. The silence is awkward and tense. Beth runs out of the playroom, sees AFO, squeals, and goes running back. Kurogiri followed her with a plate of cookies. When AFO spoke again, you nearly jumped out of your skin.

"That would cause multiple problems. I could take it from you, but I won't. You are pregnant and with little self-defense against magic users. That is a gift from Tomura, and I won't take it away. I will not leave you and Shigaraki's offspring helpless in the middle of a magic war. The evil eye-opening on such a scale means you are on the verge of an awakening. That power is yours now, and you will have to own it and master it. Strong emotions, straightforward ones like love and hate feed your magic. You must have been very angry," He grins. You shudder in fear with that wicked grin. The grubs twisted and cried in you.

"I think Shiggy killed my sister," you whispered. AFO heard it. Putting his mask back on, he watches as the anger roils in you, quieting the grubs, "I want revenge if he has. You wouldn't happen to know?"

"Come here. This is the perfect time to practice. You can activate your eye more than once with my added power," he said. His mature, commanding voice compels you to do as he says. Standing in front of the mirror with him behind you. You feel more fear than anger. He is tall, very tall, and touching you on your shoulders, making your flesh crawl, "I once used this eye, but it would be a waste since the loss of my physical eyes. You are so pretty; it is highlighted by the night sky in your eye. Without it, I would not be able to tell you apart from your older sister."

You gave him a dirty look for that. He laughed and told you to focus and use that anger for your magic. Turns out your eye has ten distinct eye-related magic. Or quirks, as he called it since it is related to your emotions and personality. You are going to keep calling it magic. Training went on for hours. Your eye ached, and blood tears dripped down before he let you stop. The physical wasn't as taxing as the emotional up and downs AFO put you through. It didn't escape you that he avoided your question about your sister.

"Let's stop for now. I am pleased you didn't beg to stop. Such a vengeful little mate. You did very well holding that hate and bending it to your will. Rest now. I'll have Kurogiri bring you food," AFO said. You can't get angry at the moment; you are so drained. But you don't like how Shiggy sounds like AFO when he's being patronizing, calling you little mate. He carries you to the room you share with the siblings without warning.  

He lays you down on the bed and caresses your belly. You grab his robe when he tries to leave. 

"Thank you for helping me. It was very kind of you," you move to make room for him on the bed. He sits with an air of amusement and curiosity. You pull out the picture that Shigaraki drew, "I want to understand why Shiggy might have killed my sister. Do you know about his past?"

AFO sighed in appreciation for your efforts. But was not very forthcoming. Saying when he found Tomura, he was living in the fighting pits. Malnourished and fighting for what little scraps there were. He took him in, but the little wild Mothboy never stopped fighting at the pits and never talked about what it was like before he found him. Only that he did a terrible thing, was sentenced to death and escaped to this hive. It's small and has a lot of aberrants. Magic the Order deems too dangerous to live. You thanked him again as he left. Outside AFO pulled out a crystal.

"Old friend, I want you to add Ur to the list of potentials," he grinned, heading to his room. He hasn't stopped smiling since he saw you use your eye. You are amazing. That rage builds up to perfection. Still not as impressive as Tomura, but in such a short time, you are awakening. He will make you ask for more magic if he gets the opening. The horrors of war might foster a need in you. However, you seem to take the war in stride, seeing it coming without magic and rallying everyone to you.

"Her? Really?" the Doctor asks in shock.

"Yes, she is almost awakened," He smirks, dwelling on it. You seemed comfortable around him. There are ways to force a sweet submissive person if you don't volunteer. His smirk grew wider at the thought. He will take good care of you and the potential high ends you carry.

You don't know when you drifted to sleep. But you must be dreaming. You watch your stepmother cry while Maude berates her for being too easy on Adam. Something Maude often did. It's not her fault Pa bought a wife a year younger than Maude herself. Adam is a man now and needs to work harder to help out. You are holding the twins. Abigail and Benjamin, or A and B as you like to call them. They are growing in your arms while your sister shouts louder.

"Ur is too smart to be sold as a whore. You let Adam run around playing cult members while trying to sell the real potential to a damn podunk farmer or a whorehouse. Grow up!" She screamed at the nice woman. Again that wasn't her fault. That was Pa and Abraham's decision. A and B started crying and begging for food, shriveling up and turning to dust. A pitiful groan escapes you as you try to shape the dust into your brother and sister.

"Grow up!" Maude screamed at you. You cringed, unable to speak, only snivel. Samuel is next, then your stepmother. Long pale white fingers reach out and grip Maude's face. You are trying to warn Maude, but no words are escaping. She ignores the claws turning to dust, "Grow up! You have a brain. Use it. Men are simple and basic! Are you simple and basic?"

She disappears, and Shigaraki is hovering over you in concern.

"No cry, little mate. I here. See, little grubs A and B need love," he states, lifting you and keening to your belly. Oh gods, what kind of hell is this? Your mind screams.

"YOU KILLED MAUDE!" you shrieked. He smiles at you, planting dry kisses on your forehead. He points.

"She fine," he dismisses. You see Maude with a fake smile, her lips moving, but babble is coming out. He lays you down, carefully cupping your face in his hands, using his thumbs to rub away your tears.

"That's not Maude," you whimper.

"No proof, not Maude. What matter? That Maude enough. She no life mate. Maude can't give you grubs. You chose me. Are you going back on vow? Do you no love? Tell now, and I end both now," he rasps. Kissing you, pressing you down under him. His hands wrapped around your neck. The honest Maude is looking down on you from above him. Shaking her head.

"Grow up! Have you learned nothing from being with him? Have you not learned anything from me? I thought we taught you to be stronger and smarter than that. There is more than one way to punish someone and keep what you want," she snorted.

You have a hard time thinking. The grubs are twisting like they are fighting in you. There is a sharp pain in your eye. Maude is gone, and Shigaraki looks more like a winged demon. Roughly using your body. Making you bend to his need while he ruts in you. Too scared to fight.

Your dream is interrupted by gentle shaking. You wake with a start seeing glowing yellow eyes. It takes a few gasps and then restarting your heart before you notice it's Kurogiri. He shakes you and chitters something. Moving Peter and Beth from you.

You don't know when they crawled into bed with you, but you are happy to be woken up before things got too fun in your dream. Kurogiri holds out your crown to you. You take but put your eye patch on first. He moves to wake your nest sisters. You shake your head.  Let them rest and protect what matters to me. I'm not that precious , you think.

Kurogiri opens a gate. You stretch before you walk through it. AFO is waiting, but it's Mr. Duskin's voice that cuts through your sleep haze.

"Tell these dumb insects that losing that blue bitch is a problem. She has some kind of explosion magic! Ur speak sense to these," he is yelling when you give him a severe eye. He grits his teeth and quiets.

"Don't call them that. I was told we were doing well. What's changed?" you ask calmly.  

"That blue bitch has explosion magic. If she was to reach the caves under us, she could light up this hive like a real volcano. The Mothmen's shit is combustible if left stagnant. That was why Adam created canals from the outside first, to safely move the waste. We haven't gotten far. A bigger priority was mining crystals, but we got far enough that if they figure it out, boom. These dumb…uh…moths… don't think it's a big deal to leave the base of the hive unguarded," he says cocking his thumb to Zenru. You feel cold and frightened suddenly. You don't get a chance to respond when the ground shakes, rocking your world and tossing you into AFO. Oh gods, you just wish Maude or Shiggy were here. Grow up! 

[Meanwhile], at the new hive, Shigaraki and Dabi are having a good time. Shigaraki just got done pulling a weakling in half down the middle. Her screams died too quickly. Originally Dabi suggested they try to take the females alive, but they are making that too difficult.

He lets his killer instincts run wild, and it feels great. Pure bliss. It's up there with his little human riding him. Another human crying about the female throws himself at him. He snaps his neck and turns him to dust. One of his humans are gathering the remains. They will mix the dust with dirt and water so he can fight in daylight.

Something in him compels him to look at the full moon. Like his mate's eye. Why is he being pulled from his joy? Look! Something snarled in his head.

"Did you hear that? Did you feel it?" He asks Dabi.

"What the crunch of bone? You are messy when you go at it," Dabi says.

"Not that," he rasps, fiddling with his necklace. Staring back at the moon. Something in his blood is boiling. Get back to mate! "What did you say?" Dabi gives him a side look like he is crazy.          

"I didn't say anything. Pay attention. You can't let them breach the hive. He ignores the incident and continues. Later he wishes he hadn't. His instincts scream at him to get back. Repeating the same thing. Get back to mate! Making his malice rise to new heights. The MLA are keeping him from his lifemate, his grubs, and his precious little humans. His blood feels like it is seething and writhing under his skin. Making him itch.

[Present] He hasn't gotten much sleep. It didn't make sense that you were next to him. Snoring since your belly has gotten larger. You roll and snuggle into him, a content smile as you drool on his neck ruff. Your belly resting on him, he can feel the light pressure of a little foot or fist against him.

Fuck he loves you. You make him so weak. He stares at the canopy decorated with shiny things.

"I killed your sister. I wanted to after what she did to me. I liked it, and I feel some guilt, only because it will break your heart. I couldn't stand the way she treated you. Like her personal puppet," he graveled to the darkness.

"Unlike you?" you asked. Your pretty eyes are staring at him with devotion. That look beyond that has tamed his restless instincts.

"I'm restless. A fake sleep mate won't satisfy me," he rasps. He looks over to the side and sees himself. Only this version of himself is feral. Covered in blood, cock erect, lips peeled back from dripping fangs. Staring at his little human in contempt and yearning. Rasping hot pants and low growls. He turns back to you, ignoring his bitching instincts. You don't seem mad, and he wants to keep that.

"Isn't a puppet a toy? Don't you do the same thing? Use me however you like?" you moan sensually. He can't focus on your words or what you say when you pull him in for mating. He wants and needs this so much. Only he was yanked away with searing pain in his feeler and scalp. His instinct is to shake him like a dog with a chew toy.

"What the hell? We're not separate. How are you doing this?" he snarls, pulling himself off.

"So stupid. Is dream. Not real. Go back to real mate! Go to real mate now. Can you not feel? Mate and grubs cry for us. Wake up! This one is in head," his instincts snarl at him before letting him go with a snort of disgust.

"I'm stupid? You sound like a fucking imbecile who can't string two words together," he shot back.

"Sound like what mate hears. This one is speaking Moth tongue. This one not mad about the evil one. So stupid. Left with Master. Left grubs and mate defenseless. We are one when listen. You no listen. Fool!" His instincts seem to morph bigger and uglier. He turns to the side to look back at you rather than his instincts. Smiling after he confessed, he killed your sister. Yeah, it's a dream, all right.

"I have been trying to get back! You are here, and we're pinned down with no way to contact Kurogiri. What do you want from me?" he retorts. His instincts rise, dipping in a serpent-like motion. This is what he sounds like to you? It is a good thing you fill in the gaps because this is embarrassing. He needs to study harder.

"Want listen and end it! Go back to mate. Let go and go back to real mate!" it roars. 

Growing more arms and larger. Wings block out the sky as more eyes stare down at him. Tongue lolling to the ground. White hair pooling around the nest. It starts gouging his flesh, "Your fault. So stupid, no listen and left. Only listen to what Master want. So stupid. No point! Want kill. Want mate. Want be one."

"If I could, I would. We're stuck together in a nice place with a sweet submissive mate, and you want to state two contradicting things we can't have. We are killing, and we will get back after. But how about we have a damn moment to rest and enjoy this! Fuck get back down here and join me. This isn't right. You are not separate. We are one and the same. You want this too! I swear, not only do I sound stupid, I sound weak!"

His instincts jerk. It shakes his head in condensation. Staring at himself as if he is wondering why he is so small.

"You can't hear. So stupid. No feel. Not real, mate. So stupid. Real mate in pain. Pain we cause. Must make right," he mumbles as he fades into the inky black. He watches, curious as to why he doesn't feel him in the back of his skull. Small and petty. Shigaraki starts to forget the second your fingers are buried in his ruff, pulling him to you. You kiss him as your fingers play with hair up his wing. Dancing on his spine.

He remembers when you had spent days touching him all over. Exploring until you found every one of his weaknesses he didn't know he had. He doesn't understand why he was questioning himself? Sure, it's not real, but it feels real enough. He just wants a moment.

"Tell me you love and worship me," he demanded from you.

"Oh? On my hands and knees or with my mouth, Nii-chan?" You ask, licking your lips. He chirped and giggled. He covers his mouth quickly. He doesn't giggle in front of his mate. Not in front of anyone. It's ok because you are quickly making him forget with your body. When he doesn't answer soon enough, you flip him. Pinning his underneath.

"My onii-chan King wants to be used and worshiped. I can do that. The way you secretly like. Aww, look at you blush like a little grub. Do you want to suck while I ride? Should I tie you first?" You ask with a pout. Oh wow, he does want this, but it's not like you. You stroked your pussy over his cock, praising him while he was suddenly tied. Riding him hard. Your wet, slick, sticky walls coax him to cum in you.

"I love you. I love you. I will never leave. I will always love you. You are amazing. Brave. So good to me. You saved my family," you moaned. Your tight cunt makes him writhe. Sucking him in, dragging ecstasy and bliss throughout his body. Milking it at the tip of his cock. Your breast in his mouth. Feeding him warm liquid love, "little baby grub, do you need more?"

You asked, riding him harder. Fuck, too hard. It's making him cry and squirm. It's so good it is painful. His pleasure threshold is being pulled apart and pulled together with your tight core. Each stroke is tugging at his soul. He can't breathe. It's so good. He loves you. He wants to love and worship you the same way.

"I bind myself to you. Now and forever. Hail the King, hail my onii-chan, cum in me," you begged. The peak rises and crashes on him. Drowning him in you. He arches up and screams as he knots. Complete domination and pleasure. Blood rushed to his knot, making him dizzy. Your pussy squeezing the bulge. You laugh in delight as your peaked wet nipples enthrall him as they bounce. He wants more. You are laughing. He each he feels deep in his middle. Looking down on him, you giggle.

"Really? How delusional are you? Is this really how you want me? Do you honestly think I would get over my sister that easily? Such a lie and self-delusion, you would get bored within the week, like the other knaves you took but never bothered with trying to keep alive. You have always wanted, no, needed someone like me. Someone that loves you but makes you work for it. What you truly wanted was a soul mate that you could grow with! But I will grow to hate you. You will stupidly blame me. Killing my sister is not saving my family. Your lack of self-awareness will push me away. Quit kidding yourself with this and wake up!"

Without his instinct, things become unhinged quickly. You slap him hard. He is used to pain, but this stung deeper. He knows this is him torturing himself. This is his guilt.

"It was an accident! You promised me if I saved them and love what you love, you would never leave," he insisted.

"You wanted to kill her from the moment you met her because she had my heart. You wanted to fuck her because she looked like me. But the sin was worse than that. You couldn't handle how much she was like you. Her existence was a reminder of how awful you are for me. That you don't deserve my love, I will never forget or forgive!" You slap him harder.

"You put the hole there! I was changing for you. I was going to let her live," he cried. Cried like a child. This was shameful. He needs his instincts back. He hates this.

"You were never going to let that happen. At some point, your jealousy would have won because you hadn't grown. You use me! Manipulate my feelings! That is not love! Petty! Pathetic! Wake up!" you shout, punching his face and cracking his eyes socket. Wake up, his instincts scream. Slapping him harsher. He felt a sudden rising and plunging. He sits up, gasping.

"Oh, good. You were thrashing in your sleep. The crystal is ringing, Shigaraki. I found the MLA's hideout," Spinner says. Shigaraki doesn't respond. He already knew Spinner would come through. The battlefield is littered with several dragon born. Spinner was the perfect candidate for infiltrating and discovering where these jerks are at. Spinner is pressing water to his lips like a mother hen. He stares at Spinner's concerned eyes. Dabi is sleeping soundly.

"Do you have a mate yet?" Shigaraki asked. Spinner jerked and blushed.

"Yeah, sort of. She is owned by an older Mothman who wants to sell her to me. But it's a pretty hefty price," he replies, eyes downcast. Shigaraki nods.

"Come to game night. I bet you will find my mate easy to win against. She will probably cheat to let you win," Shigaraki rasps. Spinner blushes harder, his scales turning a deeper shade of red.

"Why are you bringing this up? It's so weird and random. Answer the crystal already!" Spinner shouts. The moment he touches the crystal, he hears Twice screeching in the background.

"This is Adam. We are an hour away. You better have something to throw at this guy. He's more of a titan than a giant," Adam panted.

"I'm on it," Shigaraki rasps. He adjusts the crystal to talk to the MLA. One of the leaders had been rambling for a while now. Clearing his throat as a way of answering. These bastards don't deserve his respect.

"We have your queen and captured your hive. Give up now," the leader is saying. That woke up Shigaraki. The gall of them trying to fool him. If his mate was anywhere near here, he would know. His instincts would be screaming at him much harsher than in his dream.

"Ok," he growls, ending the conversation. Getting to his feet, he smiles. Shigaraki and his instincts are one on this. He kicks Dabi's nest. Dabi cracks his eye, "We have an hour to play. Let's bring the fight to them for a change."

Dabi looks delighted as he buzzes with anticipation. Rising and amused.

"Let's burn them all," Dabi laughs.

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astraphobia -> is an abnormal fear of thunder and lightning or an unwarranted fear of scattered and/or isolated thundersstorms, a type of sepcific phobia. 

The clapping sounds of the thunder, as it goes through the storm. The league has finished meeting for the next attack. Toga skipped along through the alley, looking for someone to get blood. Shigaraki went back to his room and played his video game, Mr. Compress went out for the things he needed to take care of.

While dabi, twice, and spinner were the only ones who were left in the lounge room. Dabi started to walk away from the room. He didn't mind getting wet in the rain. But somehow, he seems fond of it. The rain was strong. By any second, another lightning will strike randomly across japan. Luckily, it was nighttime and less pro heroes were there, so he covered himself from the rain and started to walk through it.

As soon as he arrived from an old apartment, He went upstairs and opened the door. You were not there. He checked the kitchen, bathroom, and the living room, but you weren't there. He went to your room, and you are not here either. He went to your wardrobe and opened it to see yourself with a blanket and trembling.

"That really scared you huh.", dabi started. You popped your head to see your lover, dabi with hot cup noodles in his hand. "You know how I feel about the weather.", you grumbled. You sniffed for how many you have counted. "I know it's childish of me to have astraphobia.", you said. Dabi placed the cup noodles on top of the drawer and sat beside you. You snuggled up to his figure and tried yourself to get comfortable. "Woah, so eager doll.", he said. "Hold on.. let me just.."

He cradled you so that he and you will get comfortable. He patted your head several times just for you to calm your nerves down. To his dismay, things may not happen to what he has planned.

*thud!*

A loud thunderclap just simply appeared, you flinched and started to tremble. "a-a li-lightning is.. comi-"

*PANG*

"AAH!", you tighten your grip onto dabi's shirt. our breathing was heavy. "There, there doll…i’m here.. don’t be scared.", he whispered in your ear as a reassurance. “t-the-thunder.. a-and lightnin-ggng-”

Minutes later, you calmed down. When you calmed down, there are no more thunders and lightning. You two were sitting down on your bed with slightly warmed cup noodles on both of your hands. “Thanks again for sticking up with me.”, you blurted out. He looked at you and just slurped.. “woah, woah, if you’re trying to tell  me something, just tell me doll. I won’t judge.”, he said while eating. “Hey, don’t talk when your mouth is full.”

"says the one who blurted out first”

You gave him a look and rolled your eyes. With a peaceful midnight with you ad dabi, eating cup noodles, is just so perfect. No one was disturbing the both of you. Just the sounds of raindrops falling onto the concrete road, windows, and on the car’s roofs. 

Now that laying down beside him just feels so right. As if it was a puzzle that just fits so perfectly when you put them together. You can feel his hands, playing with your hair. The coldness of his staples makes your skn shiver to the cold temperature it has.

“thank you again for being here with me touya, i really am.”, you said. You heard him chuckle at your words. “It's now Touya huh, that’s new. I’m not complaining though…  it’s just so… new to me i guess, whatever”

A soft chuckle came out from your mouth. “hah, say, do you want me to call you Touya when we’re… alone? I will call you dabi when we’re out though.”, You suggested. “It's fine for me.. whatever you want.”, he replied. 

“Come to think of it, you never called me by my name, ya. You would always call me ‘doll’ ‘angel’ hell.. even ‘cupcake’.”, you said. “It sounded better when I called you those pet anms, sweetheart.”

“so now it’s sweetheart huh”

“I can say what I want, y/n.”

“pfft.. whatever, lover boy”

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(Very Late) Thoughts on the Villain Report

Per some asks about the Hawks Villain Report, I extremely belatedly went back through the translations of it and noted down my thoughts on what's in it and what isn't (Spinner). Hit the jump if you're curious!

•  The idea of different classifications of villains is interesting but also strikes me as fairly arbitrary as presented here.  What “past standards” can Gentle and La Brava not be measured against?  Why include Stain, the very image of a society-rattling criminal motivated by ideology, in the category of “traditional lawbreakers using their quirk for criminal purposes”?  What does, “villains born from a change in hero society” even mean?  The MLA have been around since before Hero Society even got settled, so how could they possibly be classified as people born from that society changing?

•  I’m particularly shaking my head over the idea that there are “special case” villains for whom “caution must be paid when arresting, as their arrest may influence society,” as if there was any difference at all between the arrest of Overhaul and that of, say, Trumpet. 

    Both featured a big joint task force between police and a bunch of heroes Raidin’ the Enemy Base, with about the only difference I can see being that Overhaul was ultimately arrested on an open street while Trumpet was arrested outside the eyes of the public.  That strikes me as less a difference in methodology than one of expediency and circumstance, however.  Consider that Slidin’ Go, an honest-to-god hero, was also arrested right out on an open street, and I fail to see how any particular caution was paid to what “society” would think.

    God knows we didn’t get any follow-up on how politicians, CEOs and heroes being arrested “influenced” society.  I think the only scene that even hinted that anyone cared about any of those types being arrested was the scene with the two Tartarus guards, and that was all just supposition on their part that the audience never got to see.  Literally every other scene with rattled civilians that had anything to do with villains was about the fallout from Dabi’s video, Hawks’ murder of Twice, the failures of (non-MLA) heroes to contain Gigantomachia’s damage, and the pervasive fear of Shigaraki/AFO.

•  I was already salty during the events themselves that Shigaraki—whose speed was commented upon by both Deku and Re-Destro, many, many chapters apart, even before the surgery—was always lagging behind Deku during the Jakku confrontation.(1)  It does not assuage my salt levels to read the report say that Shigaraki “easily outspeeds” Deku.

•  Dabi’s quirk being officially designated Blueflame is silly.  As others have pointed out, quirks are named when they first manifest, and Touya’s flames were red when he first manifested them.  No one knew that Touya had become capable of manifesting blue flames until his reveal as Dabi, so there’s no reason for his quirk registry information to have been updated accordingly.

    Blueflame (souen) is not entirely without precedent in the manga, but that precedent is that it’s what Geten calls him.  As with so many things Geten says, I get the feeling we shouldn’t be taking his word on this at face value!

    Fun note about that, by the way: So like, souen is the on-reading of the kanji for “blue” and “flame,” words which in spoken conversation would use their kun-reading pronunciations, ao and honou.  However, souen also crops up in a number of medical terms involving inflammation of various body parts.  It definitely isn’t the same word—its sou is a different kanji, one that translates to something like “nest/hive” rather than “blue”—so I could just be reaching here, but given Dabi’s crispy physical state and Horikoshi’s love of wordplay, it strikes me as not coincidental that someone insulting Dabi would use a non-standard pronunciation of “blue fire” that just so happens to be homophonous with a word fragment that’s in at least three different medical terms for different kinds of rashes and inflammations.(2)

•  I recall seeing some jokes around about Dabi’s section being written particularly stringently Because Hawks, and I don’t entirely disagree, but at last as far as the, “Keep in mind that he is always up to no good,” goes, given that Dabi is the core League member most likely to murderate whatever random schmucks he crosses paths with, it seems like a fair cop.

•  Forever annoyed that Dabi is the “natural enemy” to “non-heat-resistant” people like Hawks and Kamui Woods,(3) and yet neither Hawks nor Kamui Woods sustained permanent damage after being immolated by said natural enemy.

•  I only really pay attention to stats when they’re funny, as I think they either don’t translate well or are arbitrary as hell, but the only one of Dabi’s that seems abnormally low to me is his Technique score—a D is a hell of a grade to give someone who’s taught himself most if not all of Endeavor’s moves.  I’d cut it some slack for being “written” (by Hawks) before Dabi started using said moves openly, but even during the war, Dabi did demonstrate Endeavor’s “flight” and the beginnings of a Prominence Burn.  A Technique of D is fine for something like Dabi’s fight against Geten, in which literally all he does is blast away, but it’s very low for “decisive second war” Dabi.

•  “Hawks” noting that Toga is considered “different” even within the League of Villains—is that Hawks saying that even the League find her a bit odd?  Or is that him saying that heroes consider Toga to be a different sort of villain than her compatriots?  If the former, that speaks of more Hawks/League interaction than we ever got, which seems a shame.

•  I think it’s interesting, and probably intentional, that the manga is making such a big deal out of the villain/student pair-ups, to the degree that the villain report even says Ochaco should be Toga’s counter, but none of those students get their thoughts on “their” villains included.  I like to think this is because Deku, Ochaco and Shouto, if asked their thoughts on Shigaraki, Toga and Dabi, would probably not give the ‘woooo, a scaaaary villain’ response that was clearly the general thrust of of the piece.

•  I’ll believe All For One is an S+ Intelligence character when he starts getting more creative in combat than “punch super ultra hard.”  Also when we get any motivation for him other than, “Demon lords are cool.”

•  If Re-Destro’s strength was meant to stand out even among villains, maybe Horikoshi shouldn’t have shown him or a clone of him being overcome four times.  Christ, Re-Destro was robbed.

And that’s what I’ve got on a cursory read-through of the translations.  As to what isn’t in there, the omission of Spinner feels like some cross between the way people in canon keep conspicuously not bringing him up or planning for him—like, no duh, of course Hawks doesn’t see him as enough of a threat to even waste a page on—and yet more real-life “Spinner isn’t popular, so he gets regularly shafted everywhere outside of the manga itself” tiresomeness.  I can only continue to hope that Hori himself is not being unduly pressured about Spinner.

Thanks for the asks, two anons who sent asks about it!

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1:  To say nothing of my salt about the fact that Black Whip was treated as a safe way to keep Shigaraki at arms-length, even though it’s apparently physical enough for Deku to detach it to use as a distraction during the Nagant fight and for Toga to slice through it with a perfectly mundane knife.

2:  Housouen, ransouen, and seisouen are the three most common results yielded by an off-the-cuff search.  Respectively: cellulitis, ovarian inflammation, and epididymitis.

3:  Though it seems more appropriate to call them “heat-vulnerable,” rather than simply not being especially resistant, no?

[welovethecloudboytoomuch]

A dark void opens up, and out steps a man. Kurogiri appears in front of Tomura, and then fizzles away into Shirakumo.

“So it’s true you are a Nomu.”

“Yes, I am,” is all Shirakumo can say.

The boy is quiet for a moment, and studies the face of the man in front of him. Never having truly seen it before.

Then, in a soft voice asks, “Was any of it true? Did you ever care about me?”

Shirakumo takes a large breath.

“Since now you know I am a Nomu, you must know I was operating under orders.” he starts. “‘Take care of Tomura; Protect him, Teach him all you can.’ But what you may not know is that I- meaning me, actually me, was present from the moment I was made into Kurogiri.

I couldn’t express myself, and had no way to control my body. The only thing I could do was watch, and I did- Watched as you grew."

Shirakumo takes a breath in contemplation before continuing, ”I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you no. I wouldn’t have gotten you so many video games then. Maybe forced you to go outside for a little.” A tight smile forms on his lips.

“I’d have still gotten you those graphic tees. Kurogiri didn’t quite understand why he wanted to buy those, but I thought they were hilarious."

Shirakumo takes a moment to look up and survey the tattered battlefield around them.

"I’d've been harder on you about some things, softer on others. "

”It’s odd-,” Shirakumo remarks. “I know your favorite food, favorite game, what temperature you prefer the room to be at, and yet, I’ve never spoken to you.”

To this, Tomura says nothing.

Then Shirakumo moves and places a hand, a real hand, atop of Tomura’s head. Ruffling his hair and forcing his head to bow.

He says seriously, “I would have done anything in my power to protect you.” and takes a breath before, “I’m sorry I couldn’t.”

He takes his hand down from the boy's head, still bowed, while Tomura’s body begins to shake.

It’s in an instant that Shigaraki strikes, swiping a claw at Shirakumo’s head. But he isn’t quite fast enough. Purple smoke emanates from Shirakumo’s body and his eyes alight with a streak of yellow as the hand passes right through.

“Nice try Kid.”

It’s then when Tomura looks up again at the face of the man who raised him.

Shirakumo will never describe what he saw when he once again looked into the young man's eyes, only what he said.

“I’m sorry, Tenko Shimura. I could not save you.”

[hotwings0203]

An Ode to the Unseen

Thinkin about readers who feel self conscious, readers who feel like they’re not happy with their weight, readers who don’t feel girly enough or feel too vulnerable because of whatever height they’re at. I’m thinkin about readers who suffer from body dysmorphia, who shy away from looking at themselves in the mirror to avoid seeing their scars, body hair or acne. This is for the readers who feel too submissive and feel like a pushover in their lives, and this is for the readers who feel like they’re too fiesty and not soft enough. It doesn’t matter if you feel like you can’t relate to the stereotypical tropes in writing, or if you feel like you can’t act like a perfectly constructed Y/N in real life, this ones for you💖

A/N: Hello to all reading! I made this on a whim just to tackle some of the insecurities lesser described characters in stories might feel, but this is in no way meant to exclude anyone at all! We all have beautiful bodies, and should own up to it even if we don’t always see the problems we face in writing. Some of these topics might be sensitive to readers or trigger memories that might be disturbing to others, so please heed the warnings! Also the Hawks prompt at the end gets pretty nsfw, so heads up for that hehe

CW: dubcon, manipulating, fluff, slight angst, EDs, body dysmorphia, kidnapping, abuse, degradation, some nsfw, yandere, language, insecurity

You’re ever feeling not particularly happy with your face or body because of an acne breakout, or a rash that won’t go away? Maybe a birthmark that you try to cover up with makeup? Even stretch marks or scars from surgery?

You can bet your ass shigaraki will notice the way you can barely glance at the mirror some days just so you don’t have to see your own reflection when it’s time to go to bed with him.

His obvious and intense stare makes you fidget and gets your skin crawling, but he says nothing that night when he holds you a little too tightly-tighter than most nights he’s with you. The sound of his raspy breaths lulls you to sleep, but when you wake up he’s already gone, out on another mission or at a meeting with the Yakuza.

You feel groggy and gross, and going to the bathroom just to look in the mirror again to see whatever ails your body and/or face does nothing to stop your groan of misery.

You do your business all while turning away from your reflection, not wanting to see a second more of your discontentment staring right back at you while you wash your face, brush your teeth, and meticulously do your hair.

Finally making your way downstairs to the bar, you sit on one of the barstools and hold your head in your hands, not wanting to meet anyone’s gaze and no doubt seeing their disgust at your ailment.

But you look up when a soft whirring sound and purple-black tendrils of smoke appear before you

“Young master L/N,” Kurogiri says. “Have you been feeling alright? You retired earlier last night and had the most uncomfortable of expressions on your face, I couldn’t help but notice.”

No matter how much you despised or were wary of Tomura, you knew his caretaker, Kurogiri, had your back. He was respectful of your space, and if he knew you weren’t in the mood for talking then he wouldn’t push you

And so you told him your predicament, opening up about your problem spot(s)

“It’s so embarrassing, Kurogiri. I feel gross and I feel like everyone’s looking at me,” you mumble, putting your head down on the cool polished wood countertop.

He’s silent for a moment or two, before the tendrils of his supposed hands warp into a small portals. They appear again immediately, producing a couple of bottles and place them in front of you.

You raise your head slightly at the sound of sloshing liquid and rattling pills as the bottles are lined up before you in an orderly fashion, and you eye them suspiciously.

“What’s this?” You ask, picking up a tube as your curiosity is piqued.

“Young master Tomura Shigaraki had warned me beforehand of your reclusive nature when you ponder on what cannot be controlled, and sent me a list this morning to pick up some medication that might help you, should you need it. He asked me to bring back every item as soon as possible, so you wouldn’t feel the need to procure anything by yourself and strain yourself unnecessarily.”

You scoff, not buying the surprising act of affection. “So, what, he’s just doing this so he doesn’t have to look at my disgusting (body part of choice) anymore? He wants to come back and see some perfectly molded pet to stare at all day?”

Kurogiri shakes his head, however.

“I know how the young master is perceived to many: abrasive, immature, and brash in his thoughts and actions. He has a long way to go in terms of maturing in the way he views things, and unfortunately he was not blessed with…the best of upbringings, so he truly doesn’t know any better, as you already know.”

You wince internally, feeling slightly guilty now.

“But,” he continues slowly, “he was not born with evil in his heart. He’s just bitter with society, and is desperate for others to know his pain and see the world for what it really is towards those who are suffering. That’s why he is so taken with you, young L/N. Before you came here, he observed your mannerisms and was thoroughly attracted to the way you could see through people’s surface level facades. Although your views on the world may differ here and there, he is desperate to show you that he understands your suffering, and that he’s there for you-“

“-yeah, well, he has a funny way of showing it,” you mutter darkly, memories of chains and dark rooms and various marks on your body flashing through your mind. Even if Kurogiri was telling the truth, it would take some time for you to come around and even begin to try to give yourself to Shigaraki. He was just too volatile, too rough and negligent of your wants and needs. He lashed out at everything you did, and made you feel like nothing you ever did was enough to please his shifty nature.

“Yes, I can understand you bitter feelings towards him,” the black and purple mass hummed in thought. “I have tried explaining how a human girl is to be treated, however, and he is slowly trying to learn. I feel as though he may feel embarrassed at times from his lack of knowledge at such simple social norms, and that is another factor of his frequent temper tantrums. He might be the leader of a powerful villain organization, but when he realizes he has no knowledge of making friends or keeping relationships, it’s an embarrassing blow to his ego. Especially with you, he is especially sentimental and touchy regarding topics that pertain to you. He often will sit here in silence after you two have a, uh, little spat, and hesitantly will seek my advice on how to make things up to you. ”

And you realize with a grimace that he’s right-there are days after you both have a big blowout(usually over the most pettiest of things, maybe you turned away from him while sleeping and he took it as a sign of disobedience, or maybe you didn’t greet him when he came back from an especially tiring mission and he used that opportunity to take his pent up stress out on you) that he’ll come back after storming out of the room only to creep back in hours later with various trinkets in his hand.

You’d be alerted of his presence when the pitch black room is blessed with a yellow ray of light from the opening creaky door as he enters, and you will yourself to continue breathing slowly, as if you were still asleep. But he’s so quiet and stealthy as he comes closer to you, it’s hard not to be surprised and flinch or jump when his arm reaches over you just to place one of your favorite snacks on the cracked dresser next to you.

It’s hard to keep your head down on the dusty pillow and keep your curiosity in check when you feel him breathing down your neck as he lays a stuffed animal on the blanket next to you, and you often wonder where he knows to buy such fragile and innocent things.

Your aesthetic that he so closely has memorized from each singular color to the details of your favorite patterns make a stark, disturbing contrast to his greying, deadly aura. It’s almost impressive that he pertains each gift to your taste when he’s feeling especially sorrowful

“But nevertheless, the master has asked me relinquish these to you as soon as you came downstairs. And, just between me and you,” he leans closer and you do too, finding yourself wanting to know this secret side of your captor even further, “he was muttering something as he left, something along the lines of not wanting you to feel like you had to use these products. I think he was trying to say that he never wants you to feel as though you have to make up any part of your body you feel insecure about to him. He wants you to stay the same way you always are, and if you never adjust to your surroundings here, then he at the very least wants you to be comfortable in your own skin, blemishes and all.”

“This may or may not come as a surprise to you, but he himself knows what it’s like to feel insecure about his own skin and body,” and it comes across so ridiculously innocent and striking to you that such a lethal character such as the infamous Shigaraki would have the same problems a normal, functioning member of society would have: skincare and body insecurity. But the lines, scratches, and scars that litter his face can attest to this notion. How often did he himself avoid looking in the mirror for, not wanting to see his translucent skin, the clawmarks that left bright, angry trails up his face and down the sides of his neck, the cracks in and around his lips and eyes? Is that why he left his hair down skit covered his face, and the hand on top covering him whole more often on than not?

And so you finally open the lid to the tube, testing the feel of its contents that promise your mutinous skin some time of relief.

The door suddenly bangs open, and the man of the hour himself slinks in, nails idly scratching the underside of his jaw as he mutters under his breath to himself.

He lifts his head and sees you and kurogiri at the bar, a tube of ointment in your hand , the lid opened in testing as the rest of his presents are in array all around you.

As if you were accepting them.

As if you were accepting him

He feels his face beat up and his deteriorating body starts to prickle and sweat. He merely scratches harder, his mumbling continuing as he slowly makes his way over to you

You watch his little unsure shuffled towards you, and you can’t help it when your heart twinges as you take in his hopeful yet cautious expression, no matter how hard he tries to stifle any vulnerable emotion

So, in a moments decision of truce you quickly lean forward to whisper to Kurogiri one last favor before turning to see a new light of your captor

“Before I go, I need some things from you, please. By tonight, do you think you could pick up some self care things at the corner store for me? I’m talking face masks, lotions, Vaseline, and hair products.”

“I think if I see him accept himself and care for the body he’s in least for one night, I could be happy in my skin, too.”

Feeling conscious about your weight, whether it’s over or under your preferred look? Please, don’t make Kiri laugh at your naivety

You groaned as you stood on the scale, the numbers reading back at you seeming more mocking than simple statistics

You weren’t meeting your preferred weight, and it was beginning to take a harsher toll on you now more than ever with Kiri around all the time

It was easier to ignore it when you lived by yourself in secluded bliss, where the walls of where you lived couldn’t talk or pass judgement about your eating habits, the times you did or didn’t keep up with yourself as months of promising to do the Chloe Ting workouts turned into forgetful reminders that dwindled down into barely passing thoughts.

Where you had your own, carefully chosen friends who could relate and share the secrets of their insecurities, the little area of pudge that just won’t go away, that upper area of their arms of legs that refused to build muscle even after months of eating straight protein and going to the gym.

You got to choose your own happiness, you got to choose if you wanted to spend countless hours scrolling through social media with your coworkers, gazing in envy at the hundreds of models people swooned over, or if you wanted to call it a day and eat a whole bucket of cookies and cream ice cream while watching a sappy rom com, just because it made you happy

But now, not so much

You could tolerate Kiri gradually distancing yourself from friends who he thought didn’t have the “best interests” for you

You could patiently follow the chipper rules of his house to wait for him when he got home, greet him at the door in nice clothes, and sit down to eat dinner with him

You even started getting used to having his eccentric, loud friends over who bustled and teased you around when Kiri invited them over for a boys night even if that “boys night” ended in them being hurriedly ushered out as he caught a glimpse of you in an accidentally-provocative apron

But your sanity and self worth was slowly started to snap like an overstretched rubber band when it came to trusting your body. Your mutinous, betraying body that just didn’t do what you fucking wanted it to do, that was constantly compared to the models friends Kirishima would bring around, like Mina and Jirou

They were angels, of course, so, so sweet to you

Constantly reassuring you that the new dress your captor boyfriend practically shoved you in in his eagerness to see you in red (his color) fit oh so well on you

They tried to convince you that no, the dress wasn’t stretched too tight on you to be considered healthy, and no, it didn’t need to be shrank in some places either

They tried, they really did

Unfortunately for them however, their relentless support didn’t hold a candle’s light to the body builders and Pilates instructors Kiri would model with for health magazines almost every month

They could never understand what it was like to be in constant doubt and shame when you feel your seemingly mismatched figure, their bodies reflecting healthy proportions in every nook and corner, skin and smooth and soft as a baby’s, with glowing reflections of perspiration

And you always seemed like the only poor unfortunate soul who sat in the corner, sulking and watching ripped muscles and leaned, toned limbs mingle amongst each other to socialize and effortlessly slide inside various apparel that of course fit their body and shaped them in ways you couldn’t even dream of

And it didn’t help that night after night, Kiri would hold you on his lap, bouncing his eager knee as he shoveled bite after bite of food into your unwilling mouth

He infantilized the hell out of you, convinced you were too naive and self-loathing to see your true beauty and how he had to take it on himself to show you what he saw in you

It made you feel pathetic, and helpless. Maybe that’s what you were though, maybe that’s really what he was trying to show you

You felt like you deserved it, anyways

So you stand there, on the weighing machine, feeling the last shreds of self confidence slip down and out of your body, akin to the light tears that splash on the marble bathroom floor.

“Babe? What’re you doing?”

Aw, fuck

You quickly brushed away your tears and stifled your imminent sobs to avoid being coddled as usual by the gentle giant who stood behind you

It frustrated him to no end, no doubt. It didn’t matter how often he’d sit you down and kiss you all over, letting you know how much he loved every precious inch of your body, it didn’t matter how gently he’d cradle your face to force you to look into his eyes just to tell you how beautiful you were, how lucky he is to have kidnapped you

It was never enough for your fragile heart, and he saw it in the way you flinched under his praise and shrunk under his loving gaze that raked over your body that he compared to an angel’s

As if you thought he was a liar, just saying it for your sake

As if you didn’t believe his words, as if you didn’t want to believe his words

As if you were disobeying him

“It-its nothing Kiri, just PMS,” you mumbled, the snot in your nose making you sound nasaly and shaky

“Your period was two weeks ago, and none of your symptoms have ever made you throw up.” He says with a raised eyebrow, his arms crossing as he leans against the doorframe

So he did see you slip out after dinner and head straight for the toilet, huh?

Busted

If he wasn’t so worried about you, he would’ve ditched the mild tone kept up for your sake and had you bent over one knee with a red ass just for lying to him

But from the way you quickly step off the scale and attempt to squeeze past him tells him you aren’t just being hard-to-get, you’re not in one of your resistance fits

And he thinks he knows exactly what’s causing you to not-so-subtly shift your eyes from the weighing scale back to your own body, as if you hadn’t already been doing that for weeks now

He just has to make sure

“Did someone say something to you?” He catches your arm and gently yet firmly prevents you from slipping past him outside the bathroom, away from him

“No, no, seriously I just felt sick, I think I ate something weird,” you try to laugh breezily but the waver in your voice does nothing but further increase Kirishima’s aching heart for you

“You sure? ‘Sure I don’t need to go talk to someone who maybe said the wrong thing to you?” And although his cheerful voice holds nothing but playful jest, the dark glint in his eye does nothing to indicate that all he wants is a friendly talk, especially when he tightens his grip on your arm and pulls you so close that you’re nose to nose with him, looking right at him with tears eyes and flushed cheeks

There’s no point in pretending anymore. He might seem like an airhead, but he’s not one of the city’s top hero because of his airy, gentle nature

“Ugh, no Kiri, no one said anything to me. I just…” you trail off, not wanting to feel the inevitable embarrassment you’ll feel when you tell him the truth

How disgusting you feel when you see his buff, toned, chiseled body that’s akin to a Greek God’s compared to yours

How you long to secretly have the right figure to one day be worthy enough to be deemed his partner in a modeling gig, just once, just to feel like you’re worthy of him and his equivalently built body, a body that reflects hard work and perseverance

Something you seldom see or feel in your own mass of distorted limbs

“What is it?” He pleads softly, begging you to let him fix anything for you, to let him be a man good enough for you

You look into his ruby red eyes that hold a puppy-in-love expression, and when you find only adoration for you in them, you can’t help yourself for falling into the trust and care you so desperately want in that moment

“I’m…so tired of not feeling good about myself. About feeling overweight, underweight, seeing bits of pudge and flab in one area and then seeing some thin and gangly areas in others. Like, I just want my body to be normal, to be healthy like all the people you model with. I feel like nothing I do or eat or wear makes my body look how I want it to look, and no matter how much I try it’s so hard for me to see the beauty of what you see in it.”

And finally you can’t bear looking at him anymore, so you squeeze your eyes shut and turn away

Much to his credit, he pulls you in and nestles your head against his chest, letting your tears and snot wet his tank top

“Oh hun, is that all this is?”

You roll your eyes and try to pull back from his chest, but he doesn’t allow it as he simply holds you there, shushing you and rocking you back and forth

“Kiri, that’s a pretty big thing for me.”

“I know, but…why are you so concerned about how they look anyways? I mean, that’s their job, right? To look good for pictures!”

“I don’t understand,” your voice comes out muffled against his shirt.

“What I’m saying is,” he chuckles and soothes a hand through your hair, “is that you shouldn’t compare yourself to people that have nothing to do with your daily life. Like, you wouldn’t compare yourself to a firefighter right? ‘Cuz thats their job, to save people, not yours. Similarly with models and shit, that’s their job to look good. You didn’t sign up to be a model, so you shouldn’t stress yourself to look like them. Plus, it’s not like it has any affect on what kind of person you are on the inside, you feel me? I’ve met some pretty nasty and rude people with killer bodies, but can you guess how much respect I had for them?”

You nod slowly, still not fully grasping his confusing logic but sort of getting the underlying meaning to it

“But it’s hard not to compare my body to theirs when you’re constantly around them.” You admit. “It feels like I’m not good enough either to be next to you when I’m just sitting on my ass, not doing anything” You grip his shirt and let the last of your tears out, accepting his soft and heavy hands stroking against your back and up and down your shoulders

“So? Do you ever see Sero or Denki modeling next to me? Or Mina and Jirou?”

He did have a point.

“No,” you say slowly.

“Exactly, because models and bodybuilders have a job to dedicate themselves to a life of working out. They do it because that’s what a majority of their life goes to get paid for. It’s all superficial, that’s not how the average person is, like the friends I mentioned. Otherwise the whole world would be full of people walking around with ripped abs and giant pecs. Could you imagine some lanky dude like Denki sporting a 12-pack and ripped pecs?”

“Hell no,” you laugh breathlessly, the image so horrifying to you both that you feel the vibrations of his boisterous laughter rumble through you and soothe your emotions.

“Now you’re getting it,” he speaks into your hair, the smell of your shampoo flooding his senses and getting him dizzy along with a treacherously rising boner

“Plus, what kind of man would I be if I picked my girl out just because of the way she looked? I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’re beautiful-no, beautiful can’t even begin to describe you. Your palms feel so soft compared to mine, your arms are so beautiful when my hands are wrapped around them, your thighs are just the right size, your stomach is such a comfy pillow for me to lay on, and don’t forget your plush, slick, tight pu-“ he rambles on and you can’t help but yelp and clap a hand over his overworked mouth as his shower of body positivity starts turning more lewd…attesting to the bulge you begin to feel pressing against your leg.

But it’s funny, you can’t seem to find yourself being mad at him as your face flushes and you see not ill-intent and perverseness in his warm eyes, but pure and honest devotion to you and to the words he truly means

It softens your heart, and you use a finger from the hand smushing against his mouth to lift and stroke the side of his cheek, conveying your gratitude to him.

It seems he understands, as he takes his forced moment of silence with patience and just looks at you, hoping this time you could really see what he felt for you.

“The thing is,” he says after a minute, gently taking your hand away and turning you around so that you both were facing the mirror, “I love you because of who you are. If I wanted to date some model, I would’ve done it by now, trust me,” and you swat your hand against his chest as he stifles a laugh and turns you to look at your own reflection in the mirror.

“I didn’t take you just for your body. I took you because of the way you smile, the way your laugh is so soft sometimes and then all roudy and crazy and loud the next. I love you because of how passionate you talk about the things you like, the way you deal with problems, the way you treat others. All these things make me want you, so damn bad.”

He lightly rocks his hips into your backside so you can really feel how much he wants you, and you let out a soft gasp

He doesn’t let you move, however, he just holds one wrist in his meaty palm and holds your jaw in the other, positioning you so that you meet his wondrous gaze in the clear reflection.

He knew he was never known to be the smartest in his class, having Bakugo drag him by the teeth to pass class itself, so he hoped you could overlook his lack of vocabulary that so desperately was trying to tell you that loving you went even beyond anything he could barely articulate.

Leaning towards your ear, his breath tickles your lobe as his sharp teeth graze over your goosebump-riddled flesh.

“And if it takes all night to show you how much you and your perfect body mean to me, I’ll gladly take out any words that don’t do the job and show you physically how I feel. And just the way you are, too.”

If there’s one man who could not give one less of a fuck about how dainty, small, feminine, or easy to handle you may or not be, it’s the birdman himself: Hawks

Running errands with him when he allowed it was hell, though it should’ve been a paradise you felt owed for.

It was bad enough that when you hesitantly asked him what would look good enough to wear when you walked next to him as the Number Two hero’s captive girlfriend, he merely shrugged and said “Whatever you want.”

Which was not of any help, due to his excessive mood swings and possessiveness spiking at the most seemingly harmless things, such as you talking to the checkout worker at a branded store, wearing a skirt that he deemed was for “sluts who put out for attention”, or even not looking directly at him enough when he was talking to you.

So just to play it safe, you decided to wear jeans and a cute blouse, one that you thought did well for your figure and yet remained modest enough for Keigo’s liking.

He gave you a warning look before opening the door outside, silently telling you to behave yourself in public

You always did, of course.

It was never enough to keep him less suspicious of you regardless.

Deciding to bag some groceries first, he kept a tight grip with your hand as you both inconspicuously tried to navigate the winding back alleys, avoiding people and waiting in intervals to pass the street

He had a black cap on with a red feather embroidered at the top, sunglasses and a beige and white jacket that had a high collar for covering his face-you might be lucky to have the freedom to wear what you wanted to a certain extent but Hawks wasn’t so lucky

His wings, of course, couldn’t be concealed regardless of what he wore

The two of you luckily manage to snag a few stores here and there, the groceries in both his and your arms weighing down on your bodies, his feathers doing little aid to help when his wings started sagging under the bulk as well

Which is where you both were finally caught by a gaggle of fangirls

You passed the cafe they gathered around outside, and barely had time to register their squints of suspicion at Hawks and his poorly-shrunken vermillion wings before you heard squeals of recognition coming from their group a couple feet back

He swore under his breath, crushing your hand in a death grip and attempting to speed up further away from them

But the Number Two hero wasnt fast enough for his own good, this time

It was almost inhuman how quickly they caught up to you and swarmed around, effectively cutting you two off from trying to escape

They shoved papers, phones, various body parts and markers in his face, trying to get him to sign each and every article they had on themselves

And poor you were caught in the midst of it, being carelessly jostled around as each girl tried to force her way closer to him

The volume of their excited devotion and praise of him was making your head hurt, and you wondered how Hawks was managing to put up such a flawless, easygoing smile and responding to all their questions and comments without having a panic attack or snapping at them

After a minute or two of pure chaos, with the help of numerous feathers the hero-now-victim finished most of the autographs.

“Well, girls, thank you so much for your support and time, but me and my lady should get going now-“

“-wait, that’s your girlfriend?” One asks pointing at you in disbelief

You give her a weak smile and little wave

“Yup, the one and only!” Hawks beams at you with pride, holding you in an endearing headlock

“Wow…you guys are so cute!” Another chimes in after a few moments of silence, and you try your hardest not to fall into your same old patterns, to not embrace your old thoughts and insecurities with such open arms

But old habits die hard, and they certainly aren’t dead yet

Especially when the first girl thrusts a shiny phone at you, fluttering her lashes and baring her teeth in a poor imitation of a smile. “Would you be a dear and take a picture of all of us with him?”

“Uhh, sure, yeah, no problem.” You decide that getting this whole ordeal over quicker would be the best option for you

But as quick as you want this to pass, you can’t help but take an extra second to see the difference in your hands and hers when you take the phone from her hand

While her smooth, small and soft hands are seemingly unmarked, her acrylics accentuating her feminine form, you feel as though your larger ones should hide in shame in comparison

You’re not a slob, not by any means when you go out with him. But what was previously just you feeling comfortable in your own skin of knuckle hair, cuticles here and there, and nails bitten short from the cold stand anxiety of living with such a volatile man starts to turn into a realization of how different you are to these people who are trimmed to perfection

You shake off the sinking feeling in your heart and back up with the phone as the rest of the girls and Keigo line up for posing

The details in the phone camera do nothing to ease your growing timidity

The screen reflects what you see right in front of you- smooth hair, not a frizzy strand in sight blowing with the wind, perfectly manicured hands that are so delicate and small compared to your boyfriends’ gripping his upper arms, desperate to feel the hero’s assets.

They’re all at a perfect height with him too, the heels and boots they wear so easily lining them up at his chest level so they have a perfect view of his pecs and upwards

All of them are so beautiful and uniform, so dainty and careful with themselves. If one of them said that they were dating Hawks, you’d believe that they were worthy of it too

You snap the picture and hand the device over, trying to hide your trembling bottom lip and frigid hands

The girls thank Hawks a plethora of times, give you some once-overs as well as slight sneers and faux waves, and you both head on your way back home again

You’re quiet that night while making dinner

It’s chicken pad thai, one of his favorite dishes handmade by you

No matter how shit you feel your cooking is, he insists you make him a 3 course meal while he takes a shower, leaving a feather behind to watch over you

Usually it’s fine, usually you ignore or absentmindedly swat away the plumage’s less-than-innocent rendezvous trailing around your body, floating behind your neck to tickle you, “accidentally “ falling in your shirt or wedging itself down your pants (no doubt commanded so by Hawks)

But today, it’s silent and still, precariously perched on the edge of the kitchen counter as it observed and picks up the various sounds and vibrations of your movement as you bustle around the kitchen

It picks up on the way you chop the onions a little too aggressively with your large, clumsy fucking hands

Another reminder of how different you are than the average Hawks Fangirl ™

How they sashay and swing their hips around in a perfect circle when approaching him, while you stumble and trip over your own damn feet, the epitome of clumsiness and gracelessness

The feet which never endow heels or boots often because of the height difference it gives you and Keigo, because of the way you try desperately to adorn different slouches and postures to not look so out of place and awkward around him

And while you’re stirring the pasta in its sauce, the feather also picks up on the rhythm of your shattered heart

Shattered so when you remember how the girls sneered at you because you weren’t femme fatale like them, how you just stood there like a fucking mannequin while they cooed well placed praise, and how eloquent sentences flowed from their tongue like honey

You could only wish you ever spoke like they did, or adopted any of their mannerisms that seemed so natural and effortless like them

Your aching heart thudded dully while you scrutinized your miserable self, and flared up into a kicking rate when you realized you shouldn’t even care what your captor or any of his fan girls thinks

In fact, this was all his fault.

You slammed your mixer down, tapping your fingers against the countertop deep on thought

The vibrations the feather picked up was the last straw of its patience, as it alerted its owner to come and address you

Mumbling under your breath at your predicament, you banged around pots and spoons in your anger, failing to notice the plumage silently join its approaching owner, the water from his shower dripping down his wet shoulders and hair

“What’s goin’ on chickadee? It sounds like you’re tryina’ tear down the kitchen.”

You barely spare him a glance over your shoulder as you take in his bare torso, only a towel wrapped around his midriff

“Nothing. Just finishing up dinner,” you mumble.

“It doesn’t sound like nothing. It sounds like your hearts racing a mile a minute. So I’ll ask you again- what are you so upset?”

He yanks a stirring spoon from your hand and uses his grand wings to turn you towards him, a condescending pout on his face as he amusedly takes in your furrowed eyebrows, heated up cheeks and shaking fists.

He wants to keep pushing me? Fine, then I can play his little game

“You wanna know why I’m upset? I’m upset because I’m here against my will, creating problems for myself that I never even wanted in the first place!”

You jab a finger into his chest and his eyes narrow at your impertinent tone.

“Now wait a sec’-“ but you cut him off immediately, nose to nose with him now as you continue to blare at him

“I’m upset because I never feel fucking good enough for my kidnapper. How pathetic is that? Any time I have to beg you on all fours like a fucking dog to go outside I end up regretting it, ‘cause all I see is how flawed I am!”

He’s staring at you with wide eyes now, actually bewildered at the turn your ranting came to. So it’s not just about being kept here against your will, you’re actually upset about not feeling good enough for him?

“Those girls today…they were so perfect and feminine and beautiful and they had such small fucking hands that would fit perfectly in yours like mine never do, and perfectly pedicured feet, and had such pretty voices, fuck, I mean I’d date them too if I were you!”

You ignore the rage and bafflement in his expression, he looks at you like you’re crazy and maybe for the moment you are as you keep mouthing off to him

“So why don’t you, huh? I mean I only go out with you a couple times a year, but you see them almost every day! Girls who have hair that flows like goddamn waterfalls, girls who you could pick up and throw around so easily or at least girls you’re not embarrassed of.”

“I’m clumsy, I can’t walk with grace, I’m not at a height that’s easy for you to look at me with or thats even considered sexy, I probably don’t even weigh anything around you that people would call worthy of being some fit bitch for you!”

At this, you sink to your knees in front of him, almost spent out. You can’t bear for him to see your face, no doubt scrunched up in tears and snot with mussed strands hovering around your face like you just got electrocuted.

Another thing to ridicule yourself about, a fucking crying face. You don’t want him to see another ugly trait about you that he no doubt will snicker about behind your back.

“Isn’t that why you never let me out? Because I’m not cute or good material for tabloids, right? I don’t look good enough or act right for the Number Two hero, and that’s why you’re embarrassed, right? It’s been so long since I tried to last leave so I know you trust me-that means the only reason you hate going out with me and covering yourself up is because you can’t stand to be seen with such a fugly-“

“That’s enough.” His cold voice booms louder than yours, and you startle at that.

“Look at me, Y/N.” The tone at which he speaks leaves no room for argument, but when you continue to look down he snarls and detaches a feather, forcing your head up with it.

“You keep calling yourself all these things, but don’t tell me that moronic is another word you’re gonna add on, right? I mean you can’t possibly be that stupid enough to believe all those things you just said.”

You glare at him, sure that this was just a way for him to get you to shut up.

“I thought living with the Number Two hero would let some intellect rub off on you, but I guess it’s the complete opposite, if anything. Because you seem to have forgotten your place in my house.”

You yelp when suddenly a multitude of other feathers zoom towards you, pulling at your limbs and clothes as they lift you into the air, suspended to a height a couple of feet above Hawks’ eye level.

He just stands there with an eerie smirk on his face as he watches you flail around midair, trying to regain your balance.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re 6’3 and have bigger hands than me.”

With a flick of his finger, the feathers are directed to slam your body into the ground, leaving you wheezing on your back.

“And it doesn’t matter if you’re 4’7 and fall over yourself every time I call for you.”

He stands above you now, hands in his pockets and he smiles down at your curled up body. You look at him cautiously, unsure of what he’s playing at.

“You’re mind because I want you. I want everything about you, your heart, your mannerisms, your soul, your movements-they all belong to me and only me.”

He crouches down to a kneel, gently running a hand through your hair before turning it into a fist and yanking your head up to face him.

“And there isn’t a goddamn thing that’s gonna stop me from having you, when I want, and how I want. You think you have a chance of leaving me, or me leaving you when I, in your words, ‘go out and see beautiful girls like that all the time?’ If I haven’t left you for them by now, I sure as hell never will.”

You decide for now to take the backhanded compliment about being able to leave in silence. In a messed up way, he was proving his loyalty, and right now you needed all the reassurance you could get.

“And why the hell do you care how you look in public anyways, huh? Are you trying to seduce someone?”

You frantically object, and he sneers at your desperation. “Good, because it should only matter what I think, and you wanna know what I think?”

You stare at him wide eyed now as he pulls your head closer to him

“I don’t give a flying fuck if you think you’re some foxy slut or if you feel like a clumsy oaf. Because you wanna know why?”

He starts unzipping his fly with a handy feather, and you mentally berate yourself for pushing him to a point where he has to ‘prove his love’ to you, knowing where this was heading.

“Because when you’re sucking my cock or lying underneath me, it doesn’t matter how tall or short you are. When I tell you to take your clothes off and hump my foot like the good little bitch in heat you are, I don’t care how much you weigh. I’m still choosing you to be my fuckmeat, my obedient play-toy when I want, and I’m doing it with all your ‘flaws’, aren’t I? ”

You cringe when his tongue flicks out against your earlobe and down your jaw, your endeavors of trying to shove him away proving fruitless as he just snarls and bites your neck.

“Even if you think you don’t have the prettiest, smallest, biggest, or smoothest hands, they’re still the hands I’m choosing to play with my balls, yeah? I mean, you should be proud of your fucking sexy and lewd body…look at what it does to me.”

He gestures to his exposed member now which is hard against your thigh. You bite back a whimper as he begins to tear open your shirt with one free hand as the other slips down your pants.

“So be a good girl and show me how proud you are of being mine.”

[shig-a-shig-ah]

hi hello let me start by saying Offering changed my LIFE. i love how your write the league. i was wondering if i could request something with shig and dabi “”fighting”” over reader? like a new member of the league and they’re both head over heels?

Anon, I know you sent this like a thousand years ago but I just kind of sat on it because I knew inspo would strike eventually, and it finally has. (And thank you for your compliments, really glad you enjoyed Offering!)

» pairing: shigaraki tomura + dabi x gn!reader

» cw: implied NSFW, maybe teeny hints of implied dubcon? 18+, minors DNI.

» wc: 826

You joined the League for liberation. To change the world and give people like yourself—the weird, the downtrodden, the ignored—more freedom to live how you all see fit.

Instead you're being suffocated.

The worst part is they act like you can't even hear them. Maybe they think you can't—maybe they think you're too stupid to catch the hushed whispers and frustrated glances they both send your way as they debate over your like you're a piece of meat.

"They're mine, Dabi."

"Says who? I haven't once seen them look your way."

"Says me. I'm the boss."

"Sorry, boss. Your authority doesn't extend to my dick." That line is punctuated by a less-than-friendly slap of a burnt palm against angular shoulders. "But may the best man win or whatever."

***

It escalates from there and they're not even subtle. The dignity and arrogance of their self-assured exchanges falls away the moment they're in front of you, jockeying for the position closest to you, practically tripping over themselves to close that little extra bit of space, and you're not sure how to feel even if you are flattered.

You wonder constantly if it's even about you anymore, and not just their desire to win. But it must be, because they act between themselves like you're some prize to be won, but they're like schoolboys with crushes whenever their good fortune puts them in a room alone with you.

Shigaraki sputters, his face reddening behind Father as he stumbles through small talk, your normally-eloquent-if-abrupt leader struggling to string three coherent words together. That's tolerable—cute, even, or at least cute enough that on nights where you're feeling bold you'll rest one hand on his arm and watch his face turn the same shade as a tomato, his lips splitting into a lopsided grin that's just a little too spit-slick.

Dabi's the mean kind of schoolboy. He'd pull your pigtails if you had them, but you don't so he settles for other abrasive tactics for getting your attention. He sits beside you, cigarette dangling from mismatched lips, and then blows the smoke in your face. Sucks the whiskey off the ice cubes in his drink and throws them at you, chuckling to himself when you frown.

When you stop getting annoyed by it, pluck one of those cold projectiles off the bartop and pop it in your mouth, that smug smile vanishes and he gapes, shifting uncomfortably and tugging his shirt down in a way that suggests he finds that response more tantalizing than your usual irritation.

***

It's annoying. Smothering. Exhilarating.

They start bringing you gifts and you start to see the benefits of this little competition, the one neither of them have actually filled you in on because apparently a confession of feelings is against their unspoken rules.

Shigaraki is the undisputed winner of that part of the game—he has All for One's resources and Kurogiri to run errands, after all. He tries to talk to you about games and you mention you don't have a system? Less than twelve hours later there's one in your room, shiny and new and accompanied by many of his favorite titles, and 'he'll show you how to play if you want'. He sits just a little too close and he has to put a pillow in his lap after you rest a hand even briefly on his knee, but it's still surprisingly fun.

You're pretty sure Dabi steals everything he brings you, but at least he has expensive tastes. He's less direct that they're gifts, always hides them behind some pretense—'Picked these fancy chocolates up off some guy when I was recruiting, you like that shit, right?'—but he never offers those sweets or trinkets to Toga, or to anyone else, and he gets a cocky smile when you thank him with a kiss on the cheek. The smugness there makes it clear he thinks he's winning, but you'd done the same to Shigaraki two days ago when he brought you the new Animal Crossing game even though he 'doesn't like that cutesy shit.' It's only polite, right?

***

You didn't expect them to stop competing and start cooperating. Maybe you should have—should've known this couldn't go on forever. Maybe you should have finally picked one of them for real, or maybe, maybe this is actually the best case scenario, coming into your room to find them waiting for you.

Both of them. Sitting on your bed, legs bouncing and impatience in their eyes, lips splitting into identically-lascivious grins when they rise, Shigaraki's breath hot on the back of your neck and Dabi's warmth nestled against your front as two sets of differently-dangerous hands start to wander your body.

"You thought it was cute to lead us on, huh?"

"Did you think we'd be patient forever?"

"Maybe it was hard to choose but that's okay, we worked it out. Now you don't have to decide."

[theyscreamjade]

Some Keigo, Aizawa, Dabi and Shigaraki HCS where their S/O gives them this Puppy Eyes when they want something like a kiss, hug or even something material.

Also this the First request i leave here

Puppy Eyes

I seriously feel as if I’m being called out. I swear, I love me some SHIGGY, I dunno! Ugh, Why am I like this?! ANYWAY! I hope you like it Anon!

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Tomura Shigaraki

* I know for a fact, Tomura would fall for a sweetheart or absolute touchy person. Someone who likes to hug him at random times, watch him play his games when he’s busy, play with his hair and other things.

* But you fucking dangerous as him too.

* He may act as if he doesn’t like it when you’re so cute all the time, but he thinks you’re so fucking cute.

* Toga simply adores when you make your cute faces together and you two would often do it together.

* This includes those puppy eyes that he can’t resist when you hit him with those eyes. It strikes him in the heart every single time.

* You’d often do it when you guys are either driving back towards the hideout or walking through-out the night and you see something or smell a meal you can’t help but desire to have.

* Even if it’s an animal or a diamond necklace, just give him that look and he’s yours.

* *You and Shigaraki are walking back towards the headquarters as you see a beautiful necklace around a girl’s necklace*

* Y/N: babe! *you whined, holding his arm as he looked at you in confusion*

* SH: *sighs* Yes, Number Two?

* Y/N: I want her necklace...can we get it? *you asked before giving him that look as he blushed softly*

* SH: We’re in public, Someone will se..*he starts to say before seeing you pout a bit. He looked at the girl with her diamond necklace then at you* Alright...

* Trust and believe, that necklace is going around your neck later that night.

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Shouta Aizawa

* You are a devil with angel wings because you taught this trick to Eri.

* YOU KNOW HE CAN NEVER EVER SAY NO TO YOU WHEN YOU DO THAT!

* He may say no at first, but whine or pout and he’s yours too! You’ve made him blush in front of All Might and Present Mic, WHO STARED IN FULL BLOWN ASTONISHMENT AT THOSE POWERS YOU POSSESS.

* This is the way you can get him to come to sleep, give you attention, or let you guys have some fun for once.

* For example, This is how you convinced him to take you guys to the aquarium, even though it’s usually not his style.

* You and Eri had to beg him to come with you guys to the aquarium. Eri wanted to see underwater animals, including killer whales.

* Once there, he ended up enjoying it. From the dolphin’s kissing Eri’s nose to a killer whale having a staring contest with him.

* Please use that wonderful power you possess to get his ass to bed on fucking time, please? I know he doesn’t sleep at night for a fact.

* If he’s up, grab his arm and give him that look with the puppy eyes and he’s instantly yours.

* YN:*walks into his office and looks at the time* It’s almost four am...

* SA: I’m almost done, I-

* YN:*grabs his arm and looks at him with their puppy eyes*

* SA: Kitten, Give me a minute. I-..*looks at you before saving his work and sighing, standing up*

* YN:*smiles, leading him to the bedroom with a smile on their face*

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Dabi Todoroki

* He’s used to your cute ass, he doesn’t mind it when you act cute all the time.

* He was confused at first though, he’s never seen anyone pout for a sign of affection. He looked at you funny when you first did it.

* Nowadays, he instantly knows you either want a kiss, to be picked up, or something that caught your eye. You’re a spotter and there are things you’d want him to get you.

* OFTEN! You do want him to take a bath with you, even though it kinda hurts him so you made a sacrifice and took cold baths or showers with him in the morning which often woke you guys up.

* It is an unknown miracle you’ve made this man love you and words can’t describe how much he does. He knows when you pout, something’s wrong too.

* I think you guys relationship would be something Toga loves to see all the time and can’t help but imagine herself in it too.

* YN, Shiga, Dabi, and Toga:*driving down the street in a stolen car*

* YN:*gasps, seeing the green serine of Starbucks as the taste of coffee goodness engulfs their mind before turning to their boyfriend* Baabe!

* D:*knows that voice too well* Starbucks?

* YN:*nods quickly as he pulls in*

* Shigaraki:*rolls his eyes in the backseat* Simp.

* D:*looks back* Oh? I’m sorry, I thought a bitch said something.

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Keigo Takami

* How much you wanna bet that you two do this to each other?

* Oh no, honey. Do you think you’re the one who can make someone melt? He’s a damn pro and you can’t deny it.

* You both do it to each other and it’s honestly hilarious to see it happen because one does a puppy eyes at one just to have that LOOK right back at you.

* Like damn Keigo.

* Remember honey, you’re still powerful as fuck. Pout and sniff a bit and he will fold faster than a towel.

* Those are your big guns to get the exact item that you want. I mean exact item.

* For example~: You wanted to spend time with him, go out and have some fun for once since he WAS always goddamn working somewhere. Especially after his injury, he just stayed focused on saving others.

* On his supposed night-off, you gave him the best puppy eyes humanly possible just to have him stay and not work. It took you giving those eyes, whining, pouting, and sniffing as if you’re about to cry.

* HIS HEART HAD A ATTACK.

* But, there’s one thing you can’t get between though, and that’s his chicken.

* Good luck on that note.

* YN:*sighs, seeing another box of KFC on the table for the third time*

* Hawks:*takes a bite into a piece of chicken with a smile*

* YN: Why don’t we eat something e-

* Hawks: Don't even try it, I’m eating chicken.

* YN: Babe! We’ve had it for the past three days, Please~? *gives him the look*

* Hawks:*looks at you before tapping your nose* Nope.

* YN:*starts to whine a bit*

* Hawks:*tosses the bone into the trash before grabbing another piece*

* YN:*sighs* You know that’s cannibalism, you fucking bird. *mumbles in anger*

* Hawks: I committed that last night to you, you didn’t seem to mind though.

[maybeoneday2121]

Crashing And Burning

Prohero Touya x Reader Part 3

So I have made it a female reader but nothing happens where gender is important yet, so you can just insert whatever may apply to you. If you would like I can make different versions that make you comfortable reading my work. ☺️

Touya

Keigo and Shigaraki weren’t even paying attention and they had started to get bored as well, Touya also hated to admit but He was starting to get bored due to the lack of action.

“This was a stupid idea Keigo.”

“Well I can’t control when the villains want to strike.”

“Still, Touya can we stop listening to the birdbrain.”

Keigo dramatically sighs and puts his hand on his heart.

“You. Did. Not.”

“Oh yes I did.”

“You hurt me right here.”

Patting his heart and pointing his head away from the black haired boy.

“I am glad.”

“Can you guys shut up, please.”

The two boys who were talking immediately quiet down.

“You and (Y/N) are even more annoying then us.”

Shigaraki tells Touya with a deadpan expression upon his features.

“Did I ask?”

Touya glares at him with anger.

“No, but calm down, I was just telling you the truth.”

“Let’s just head back.”

As the the three of them head out Touya glances at the crowd again for one last time and that’s when he sees you.

He just saw a glimpse of the back of your head before you disappeared completely right before his eyes

“Guys, they have (Y/N)

“Where? She already left.”

“No I know who it was, she just disappeared.”

“Well let’s go then.”

Touya went to where he last saw you, struggling his way out of the heavy crowd, it took everything to not use his quirk to scare the crowds away from him but that would draw to much attention and it would probably hurt someone as well.

He couldn’t let you get hurt, it was mostly his fault that you were here in the first place because he egged you on.

Eventually the three of them escaped the crowd running up the the stairs, they kept on going and going nothing was going to stop them from finding you.

The trio decided to quickly split up to see if they could find you. Touya put all of the skills that he had to use in order to find you in time. They didn’t have a lot of time considering the attacks were done incredibly fast and done swiftly.

“Damn it.”

Touya was incredibly close to you without knowing it. He was only one staircase away from you. Touya was starting to panic until he heard a loud crash from the door leading to the roof.

Immediately he ran towards the source of the sound, slamming the door he felt some of the hold he had on his quirk go away. He knew the source of the sound was you being thrown across the roof. You looked pretty banged up but you were okay.

“Touya?”

You softly asked him, as you were laying down on the ground in pain.

“I still can’t move, it’s their quirk.”

Quickly telling him while you were in a large amount of pain. You told him wanting him to be cautious around them.

“(Y/N), I’am sorry.”

“Yay, yay, you better be but maybe focus on them first and then me.”

Your eyes shoot towards the two men that took you up the stairs.

“Even while your pretty much completely helpless you still use that sharp mouth of yours.”

He smirks while he activates his flames.

Touya knew that he couldn’t let the guys close to him and that was his specialty. It was two against one but that didn’t phase him one bit.

The man with the paralyzingly quirk quickly learned that the young hero in training was not one to be truffled. He knew that they couldn’t get anywhere close to him to use there quirks.

“Hey Victor, it’s time to go.”

“Come on, I don’t think so the party is just getting started.”

Touya calmly states while he grows a crazed smile, knowing that it only took him a few minutes to handle them.

He begins to get closer and closer to him not fearing the man’s quirk because he was the one paralyzed in fear this time around.

Before touya could get to him both of them where surrounded with green smoke and they completely disappeared once the smoke cleared.

Touya was upset in himself for not catching the villain, but then again how would he explain the situation. On the plus side they did get a name.

Quickly calming down the boy ran back to you.

You had started to come to and felt the quirk wearing off as you slowly attempted to get back up.

“Whoa, easy.”

Touya scooped you up into his arms bridle style making sure you were comfortable.

“I don’t need to be carried like this.”

“Y/N you can barely walk two steps upright what makes you think you can walk on stairs.”

“Using my quirk dummy.”

“Ha, really I think if you could use your quirk you wouldn’t be in my arms still.”

He was right and you hated when he was right because he just had to be a little shit about it. But you couldn’t be mad at him he did save you, and he rushed into the danger to keep you safe so you didn’t say anything else as you guys went out the back door leaving the club behind you.

Eventually you met up with Shigaraki and Keigo asking if you were alright and apologizing profusely to you. At the time you were still in Touya’s arms and when they arrived you wanted to be put down but the quirk hadn’t worn off and you fell right back into Touya’s chest.

“It’s alright guys, it’s only a few scrapes and bruises.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes nothings broken, just have to wait for the quirk to wear off.”

“Well this was a waste of time, and it got someone hurt.”

Shigaraki grumbles out in concern.

“Actually it wasn’t a waste.”

“Did you get some information.”

“We didn’t get anything super big but we gotta name, so we might be able to something with that.”

“Maybe but not for awhile, let’s all head home before our parents repost us missing.

With that all four of you headed to your homes, but before everyone left you wanted to say something. You felt tension among the group and you didn’t like it. Also after your encounter it lit a fire under you, you wanted to find the villains ans out them away where they belonged. They made you feel terrible and that you couldn’t do a thing and you didn’t want to feel like that again.

“Guys, don’t be mad at each or yourselves because it was my decision to come with you, it was my fault that I got hurt not you, got it?”

Slowly agreeing with you the all mumble it out and not there heads.

You smile knowing that they will get over it eventually just might take some time, and it will probably take others longer.”

Turning your head back to man holding you in his arms.

“Got it?”

You look him straight into the eyes, he turns away from your gaze.

“Touya, it’s not your fault got it?”

You hold one of his arms in reassurance.

“Yeah, yeah, got it.”

“Well I think I am good to walk now.”

It was just you and Touya now, the two of you were pretty much neighbours so he offered to take you home.

Setting you down gently.

“Thank you for today.”

You tell him as he begins to walk away.

“Yeah, no problem.”

It felt incredibly awkward between you two and you didn’t know why, it never felt like this, there was never enough time for silence since it was always filled with your bickering.

“Well I’ll see you later in class on Monday.”

“Yeah see you.”

“And (Y/N), don’t forget to take care of those wounds on that pretty face of yours.”

Usually you would yell at him for calling you that and telling you what to do but instead you felt your face heat up.

“Right, will do.”

You struggle with a slight smile, and your voice cracking slightly due to your nerves betraying you.

“Night.”

“Goodnight.”

You ran into your house once you don’t see his back anymore. Sneaking back into your room successfully, you fall asleep soon after crawling into bed.

[plush-rabbit]

Ultra Gold

Warnings: Dubcon, Noncon, Omorashi, Implied Yandere, Implied Kidnapping

Word Count: 5.1K

A/N: It’s here!! I hope you all like it!!

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He may be cruel and weird, but at least he isn’t starving you. He walks in- in what you would assume is a scheduled time but you wouldn’t know with the lack of clock and boarded up windows that don’t provide any sort of shadows or sun position to at least let you know how long you’ve been here. He’ll come in with a bottle of water and a bowl of fruit or some odd food that’s been sold by a street vendor you once visited before you’ve entered your current predicament. 

Tomura Shigaraki- a man who has committed many crimes that now include kidnapping. You frown. No, he’s kidnapped before so you aren’t even his first in that regard. You’ve been kidnapped by an already established villain for reasons that you are still unsure of. Perhaps you were too nice when you had met him. All you had done is talk to a lonely looking man on the train home, iced coffee in hand that had given you an odd boost of energy and confidence. After that fateful day, you had begun to see more of him, always secluded, never with another person and always seeking you out, making sure that you are alone. You can’t really recall any other time that had given him the wrong idea that you were interested in him romantically. Sure, he was cute with soft blue hair and an almost dangerous smile that was completely snuffed out when he spoke about his interests in gaming and comics. He had the looks of a delinquent and the personality of a soft-spoken nerd. Maybe if he were someone else, you would have grown a crush on him. If he weren’t so creepy, you could have actually fallen for him in a way that counted. 

For now, you rest on a worn bed, clean pink sheets that can barely fit the bed and an old horror manga that leaves you feeling sick in the stomach. The room is neat and empty. Not a single piece of trash that litters the cold floor and only a few books that fill a box in the corner of the room. It was empty when you arrived and the only reason it was filled with something that could entertain you was because you had called him by his name when he asked of you. Tomura. The name makes acid rise in your throat, an odd bubble that makes your mouth burn. 

He’s cruel and weird. He lingers too close to you when you sleep, watching as you eat and drink the things he offers. He touches you experimentally, watching your face twist into a mask of pain and horror to cover the pleasure that courses through your veins when he happens to circle your clit. He doesn’t do anything further than touch you through your underwear and hump your leg like a dog. He pants in your ear and calls your name, twists your nipples until you're crying and begging him to be gentle. He forces you to eat, drenching the soft candy in the water he brings you and stuffing it into your mouth when it has grown soggy enough. 

You tried to fight him in the beginning. You managed a hunger strike and slept the pain away but when he threatened to spit into your mouth like a fletching, you gave in and ate the soft fruit that only made you feel sick late into the night. 

Shadows appear under the door, the voices are muffled and you can hear the snarky laughter of one that’s silenced by a bang against the door. You flinch at the sound and scoot to the corner of the bed, knees pulled to your chest and arms wrapped tight around your legs. The shadows disappear until one is left and like a dog, your mouth salivates and stomach grumbles as the door creaks open. 

Shigaraki walks in with a bowl of fruit in one hand, a water bottle placed meticulously above it. He greets you with a smile, ignoring the look you give him, and sets the food on the floor, the water bottle placed beside it. You wonder if he’s actually interested in you romantically- or sexually- or if he’s just seeing you as some sort of pet. 

“Come on,” he gestures with a hand. “Eat up. I know you’re hungry.” His smile is terrifying, stretching past any reasonable smile you’ve seen before, twisted and wide like it’s been pinned with needles in the corners of his lips. You refuse to move. There’s still a bit of fight left inside of you. His smile falls. “Eat. It’s been a long day for me and if you try to disobey me, I will make you regret it.” His threat is enough for you to scramble into a quick crawl and sit with your legs crossed. 

You hold the bowl in your hands. Watermelon. A bright red color, seedless and huge chunks filling the bowl. Your mouth waters at the sight. It isn’t filling- mostly water-weight, but it’s something. You keep your head low, eyes glued onto the fruit. “Thank you,” you whisper in a low breath. He clears his throat and red sneakers come into your field of vision. “Thank you, Tomura.”

“Of course-” you can hear the smile- “anything for you.” He sits in a mirrored position to you. Legs crossed, hands covered in half-covering gloves as he watches you eat. “Maybe tomorrow I can bring you something a bit more filling.”

Your stomach churns at the word. You have no doubt he would bring you something filling, but you worry what he’ll place inside of the food. You still do. “No.” Your answer is hesitant, and you can feel his eyes on you. “Fruit is fine.” You force a smile to appear on your face as you look up at him. “Really,” you reassure, trying to soften your smile into something more genuine. For emphasis, you stab your fork into the sweet watermelon and bite it with vigor, humming at the taste on your tongue. 

It’s quiet afterwards. Tense and awkward and you want to bury your face into the mattress. Thoughts start to spiral in your head, until you’re gripping the plastic fork in your hand. The bowl is empty. A red-tinged watered resting in place where the watermelon was once plentiful. Your hands shake as you place the bowl down, your breathing taking a sharp inhale as it clacks against the floor. The bottle cap is twisted tightly onto the bottle and you are unable to open it, the sharp grooves digging into your skin. You are unable to open the water bottle. You lower your head and pull the bottle close to you. 

“Can you-”

“Do you-” 

Words are mixed with each other and you clamp your mouth shut. You allow him to continue and watch him with wide eyes. 

You know- you just know- that he’s reading into the words, into the fact that you both spoke at the same time. You know, because if you were in his position, you’d do the same thing. You’d over analyze and then rationalize to avoid hurting your own feelings. But when he has the ball in his court, when he is able to mold what you can and have to say, he is able to read as much as he wants into the shared moment no matter how small. 

When it’s clear that you allow him to speak first, he clears his throat. “Do you want me to open the bottle?” You swallow whatever spit has formed in your mouth- thick and sweet, something that you have to force to go down. 

“Yes, please.” You hold the bottle towards him and his finger grazes your bare skin. And it burns. You try not to pull away too fast, holding the finger close to the palm of your hand, rubbing the pad of your finger over the knuckle that he touched, trying to rid yourself of his touch. The bottle clicks open and he hands it towards you, cap loosened. You take it slowly avoiding touching him with as much ease and grace that you can muster. “Thank you,” you hesitate, the rim of the bottle against your lips, “Tomura.” You close your eyes and drink the water, gulping it down until the bottle thins as the air and water are sucked out of it. An inch of it remains and you lower the bottle, holding it in your hands carefully, running your thumbs over the ridges of the bottle. It’s tense and awkward- always has been and always will be. 

“Do you need any other books? I think I can find a DVD player somewhere and try to find a movie or something for you?” He actually sounds hopeful and you feel so tired, your eyes growing heavy and emptiness overtaking any energy you once had.

“You know what I want,” you murmur under your breath. “I want to go home.” you emphasis the last word and stare at the words on the plastic wrapping of the water bottle. “You can’t keep me here forever.” He doesn’t answer and you take it as a sign to push forward. “Please Tomura,” your voice cracks, “I miss my friends and family.”

“But you belong to me.” Your shoulders fall at his words, a hand sliding upwards, twisting and untwisting the bottle cap. “I found you and saved you from the horrors of the world, I don’t understand why you can’t see that. You're safe with me. You know that.” The bottle cap twists off and you shut your eyes as you take the final swig from the bottle.

You hold the empty bottle in your hand and he takes it from you. “No.” You swallow an anxiety that you have and force yourself to replace it with false confidence. “You stole me. You took me away from the people that I love.” Your eyes waver as they stare at his. “I want to go home Tomura.”

“No.” He answers simply. 

You gawk at him, disbelief written on your face as you stare at him. “That isn’t fair!” You shout, smacking your thighs with the flat of your hands. “I’m allowed to be a free person. You can’t just keep me here because… because you have this sick obsession with me!” Your hands wave in the air and you take in a deep breath, chest light of air. “You can’t act like some-” you turn to look at the sides as if the answer lies there- “like some child!”

His hands grab roughly at the bottle of water and he crushes it in his hand, the plastic crinkling in a harsh sound that reverbs through the empty room. You swallow what little spit there is in your mouth and stare at the bottle as it is flung towards the wall, bouncing with a thud and landing on the floor. You suck in your bottom lip, your breathing stopping as you refuse to look at him. 

You fail to notice the finger that scratches at the plastic, a long, uncut nail creating a tear in the paper.. “I am not a child,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Yes, you are!” You shout, eyes watering as you stare at him. “You can’t just steal me because you’re doing something you-” you point a finger at him- “think that whatever the hell this is is right. You’re just some bratty little kid. For fuck’s sake!” You slam your hands on the floor and he narrows his eyes at you. “I want to go home!”

It’s silent for a moment, the room only filled with your heavy breathing from the yelling- from the emotions that have piled up, from the solitude that you’ve been forced to endure because of some inept weirdo who wanted to save you as if he were the very thing that he hated. “You’re being a brat,” he says in a condescending voice. It’s like he’s speaking to a child, a dotting smile on his face as he lowers himself to the ground. A hand grabs at your chin and forces you to look at him, fabric scratching at your skin and nails sharp on you. His smile is soft, eyes scrunched up as the corners of his lips push upwards. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here.” His eyes widen expectantly, his smile now forced and thin. “Okay?” You don't answer, and instead bite the inside of your cheeks. His smile falls and the grip on your face tightens. “I don’t want to repeat myself.”

“You’re in charge,” you mutter through squished lips. “I’m sorry, Tomura.” His smile returns and he releases your face. You force yourself to not soothe over the burning sensation where he touched you. 

“Good girl,” he tells you. He leans towards you and kisses your temple, pulling away with a serious look on his face. “Don’t make the mistake again.” He grabs the fruit bowl and stands, letting out a breath. He turns on his heel, walking away from you, in a steady stride. 

Your brows furrow and your mouth falls in a frown. “Wait,” it comes out in a soft whisper, you turn and sit on your knees and shuffle towards him. “Wait,” you call out again, “Tomura?” he stops in his tracks and turns his head to the side, a scarlet eye glinting under the light. He hums in a question, and waits for you to speak. “What- What about-” the question sounds embarrassing spoken out loud but you’re sure that it’s another tortuous method of his. What about- you know?” Your eyes glance to the side and you clear your throat. “The- The bathroom break?”

He turns around to face you, head tilted to the side and he sighs. “This is just to make sure that you remember your place next time.” Your eyes widen and as if like it was just waiting to appear at the worst moment possible, you can start to feel the urge to relieve yourself. “Try not to make a mess.” The door closes with a soft click as it always has and you’re left alone.

It starts off as a small build-up. A pressure against your lower stomach that makes your legs start to bounce in a nervous tick. He hasn’t been back. You don’t know how long it’s been but you start to fear he won’t be back. But that’s ridiculous. He wouldn’t ignore you for so long. Not when both of you are so dependent on one another. Attention, the warmth of another, and for you, the source of food. He gives you life, gives you the attention that you have missed for so long, he touches you with rough hands, and gives you a pleasure that you deny yourself in fear that he has cameras hidden in the room that was made- or rather saved- for you. 

The pressure grows, something heavy and throbbing. You lie on the mattress, curled on your side, hands held and arms stretched so it rests between your legs. You whine and furrow your brows. Your body shakes and you try to remember the “hack” that your friend had once told you to in order to stop yourself from the feeling of urination. 

You breath harshly, biting your bottom lip and letting it go once your teeth dig into the soft flesh. You suck in the inside of your cheeks, your molars biting down on the soft flesh. You feel full, a swelling tummy full of water, and it’s painful. It pushes against your lower belly, your heat throbbing the further you keep yourself in this personal hell. 

He might be cruel and perverted, but he’s never withheld something like this from you. You always thought it was some sort of pride on his end, to lead you around the hideout like some sort of ant, walls much too similar for you to make any sense, eyes then covered once he saw your flickering eyes and that’s when you were sure that he kept spinning you around in circles. But now, with his silent goodbye, and lack of checking in on you in who-knows-how-long, you were starting to worry that you wouldn’t be free to go to the bathroom anytime soon.

You are still above the bed, slowly moving a leg outwards only to stop and whine when a dribble of urine rushes out. You suck in a harsh breath and dig your nails into your thighs. You try to ignore the feeling, trying to steady your breath as everything begins to twist in it’s feelings. The pain is replaced by something more pleasurable, a throbbing against your cunt and your eyes water, a high-pitched gasp escaping past your lips. You rock yourself against your forearms, the friction relieving your mind from the unbearable pain that strained against you seconds ago. It’s pathetic, rocking yourself against your arms, finding pleasure in this humiliating experience where he has metaphorically held your bladder hostage. You let out another gasp, high and broken, biting on your lower lip to silence the noises.

The door creaks open as you hump yourself on your arms, eyes shut tight and breathy moans filling the room. You are unaware of the eyes watching you, the soft click of the door that matched the one done so long ago. Your toes curl and your nails press deeper into your skin. The friction burns well, sick gratification coursing through your veins.

“I never took you for having a piss kink,” he mutters, a knee pressed down against the mattress. You freeze in place, cunt tightened as if that would prevent urine to leak. “Don’t stop. It’s actually interesting. I’ve never seen you actually pleasure yourself. And with a full bladder? You really are some sort of degenerate.” You can hear the smile in his voice as he speaks and you can feel your face burn in humiliation, your heart races and pulses in your neck, a heavy pounding that makes your ears throb. 

“I-” you lick your lips- “I need to pee, Tomura,” you croak out, pinching your eyes tight until colors and shapeless forms start to hover in your vision. “Please.” You open your eyes and and breathe heavily, your chest rising and heaving, nipples rigid and poking through the thin of your shirt. A tingle spreads from your cunt, making you tighten your legs, clit throbbing and your sex weakening. 

The bed creaks and you suck in a deep breath through pursed lips. Urine leaks out in small dribbles and you remove your arms, clamping your legs tight. You turn on your back and can feel a slick slide down. 

Heavy hands lay on your ankles and your vision clouds with tears. You yelp as your ankles are gripped and you’re pulled down the bed until your legs are bent over the bed. “It’s a heavy feel against you, throbbing and awful, pleasurable and you place your hand over your mouth, your knuckles touching your cheek. Hands slide up your legs and you release a bit more, your underwear growing wet and sticking to your skin. You bite on the skin exposed to you, pain flaring in sharp tingles.

Clothes are pulled from your skin and you lay bare on the bed, your underwear around your ankles. “A wet spot,” he hums. “Are you aroused or are you just pissing yourself like some filthy whore?” You bite deeper on your skin and whine loudly, trying to close your legs only to be paused by a hand that meets at your inner thigh. 

You cannot answer and instead choose to stay silent out of necessity, biting down on your skin. Your legs are bent upwards and rest on the edge of the bed; your underwear slowly peeled off and placed somewhere unknown. Your legs are spread and unwillingly, you spill further onto yourself, the urine smelling strong of acid and wetting the bed underneath you. 

You release your wrist from your mouth and speak through gathered saliva. “I’m sorry,” you sob, tears slipping down your cheeks, trying to cross your legs. “I need to pee, Tomura,” you cry, chest stuttering and hands moving to cover your face awkwardly. “Please,” you beg, clenching tightly on yourself to avoid any further leaking. Your lower half grows wet and uncomfortable and you can feel a heavy gaze on your sex. 

"If you do, you'll dirty the bed. I'm angry enough that I won't get you another." His nose touches against your inner thigh, a soft graze of his skin in yours that makes you flinch. "You'll have to sleep in your own piss.” You can feel your clit twitch, a spasm that shudders through your body and makes goosebumps rise and prick on your skin. “It would teach you to learn some manners.” You can feel his fingers crawl upwards towards your legs, thin and nimble fingers that touch and pull quickly against your soft flesh, the warmth of your skin burning under his touch. His nails drag against your skin and leave faint scratches. 

The pressure builds, tightening that coils around your stomach, squeezing taut, unforgiving and warm, much too hot for you to feel comfortable. His finger grazes at your labia and warmth floods out and drips onto his finger. You choke down your sob, covering your eyes and pinching your thighs together only to meet the sides of his head. Heat floods throughout your body. He’s seen you nude before, pawed at your skin like a ravenous man- like a lonely one. He’s kissed at your bare skin until you’ve cried, rough hands that jumped at contact with your sex. He’s seen it up close, pressed his face close until your scent had filled his lungs- “sweet and acidic” as he called it- but he’s never held himself so close to you when you were on the verge of leaking. 

“Such a sweet cunt-” you press the heels of your palms harsh against your mouth, stifling a groan when his tongue pushes forward and slips between your lips- “even when filled with piss.”

Your teeth gnaw on your bottom lip, the tip of your tongue lapping at the sore, tender spot left by your teeth. Your heart races, pumping loudly in your chest and pulsing deep within your cunt, “You’re being mean.” Your words are muffled and tears sting behind your closed eyelids. “Tomura-” You let out a stifled mewl, clenching your thighs tight around his head. His tongue swirls around your pulsing bud, the throbbing heat intense and feeling like an actual heartbeat as he presses his face close to your sex. 

You feel hot, warmth burning in your entire body, the tight coil held so tightly that you can imagine the seams ripping. You can’t allow yourself the mortification of relieving yourself on his face. You’re sure that he would derive some sort of twisted pleasure from seeing you in such a horrid situation. 

His chapped lips kiss your sex, lips moving open and closed, pulling against your gummy flesh, his tongue peeking in and scooping up the arousal that drips from you. His mouth leaves you cold and empty, your breathing slowing into deeper gasps for air, your hands curling and twisting the bed sheet under. His name is a broken chant on your tongue, body twisting as he pushes himself inside of you. Your walls hugging him tightly, pulling on his shaft and molding to his shape. 

He’s ruthless. Using you only as a living sex doll, fucking you slowly and without care, watching as your eyes grow wide, mouth parting open and your breasts swinging as he moves you on his cock. He fills you well, the pressure on your tummy heavier and you are unable to keep a tight grip on it, a spittle of piss spilling out onto him, drenching your burning skin. He leans over you, his breath fanning across your face and your eyes grow a distant look onto them. 

“Nothing but a fucking slut,” he says through gritted teeth. “You deserve this. Everything that has happened to you is all your fault,” he spits at you. A hand wraps around your throat, pressure against the side of your neck, making your pulse point stutter. “All you had to do was love me. All you had to do was be a good, little girl and instead you spit on me.” His hand tightens and his voice grows into an echo. “You’re lucky I care for you so much.” His canine shines and glowing red eyes are all that you see in a growing pit of darkness and hate. A thick glob of spit meets your cheekbone and you are too out of it to wipe it away. “If it weren’t for me, you’d be alone.” He leaves close to you, red eyes that stare into yours, full of hate and hurt, voice in a low snarl as he speaks. “No one will ever love you like I do.”

Your orgasm washes out in waves, cascading around his cock and keeping him there as you ride your orgasm. It’s unforgiving and harsh, your body shaking and tense, head tilted back and neck exposed, the fabric scratching underneath your nails. His cock pulls out, wet and sliding between the sandwiched folds, leaving you empty and twitching. Your twitching bud feels hot as your urine flows out, an acidic scent filling the air. Your face is flushed, eyes wet with tears and mouth open in a silent scream as you wet yourself. Your legs shake, heavy and sporadic as something wet fills the bed and stains your thighs. Your sex pulses like a heart beat, tears falling down the curve of your face. You are distant from the world, sobbing and closing your legs together, shaking your head repetitively. 

The bed squeaks and you are unknown to it. Dips fall between your body, a heavy heat moving from the curve of your stomach to the valley between your breasts,  a sticky leak trailing against you. A heated tip presses against your lower lip, your tongue sliding out in a curve. Something thick slides down the back of your throat. It’s salty and acidic, your face scrunching up and something thick fills your mouth, the girth of his cock unexpected and your eyes widen, tears catching on your lashes like dew on an early morning. 

A man filled with negative emotions, he takes it out on you. He claims to love, the perverted twist on it nothing more than a questionable attachment. He buries himself in you, cares nothing for you when you gag and choke, a wet sounding cough that vibrates on his swollen cock. He is pressed flush against you, your nose buried in a thick coil of his pubic hair. Your arms move on their own, moving to grip onto his thighs, the sharp “pat’ sound on his package slapping against your chin. Your jaw hurts, minded clouded with your post-orgasm and the humiliation that has begun to settle within you. Your body is tired, pushed beyond any limits that you thought you had. Somewhere deep in your mind, you register that this is your fault. You should have just asked for a coloring book.

Tomura curses obscenities into the room, your name mingled with foul language that makes you wince. He’s rough and terrifying. You should have realized that this wasn’t some lovesick fool; this was a grown man who has grown and festered in a wicked environment and now you must care for him as if he were a lover or suffer this fate again.

Tears slide down your eyes and you sob. You choke against him, your nails dragging against his pale skin and leaving red lines in its wake. He grunts like a mad man, words long gone, the pronunciation and control of tongue something that had slipped away from him when you began to cry. He cries your name, and you can picture the mess that he looks now- pale hair that sticks to his face, a red flushed face and drool that drips from his lips.

Spit stains both you and him and through a mouth full of cock, you call his name. It’s nowhere near filled with grace or with hate, a sore jaw that has grown tired from being pried open and fucked. “Tomura,” you call him in a muffled voice, weak vibrations that tremble from him cockhead to the base where your nose remains buried only to be pulled away.

Thick ropes shoot onto your face, the heaviness of his semen catching on your tongue and you look up at him with red-rimmed eyes. “You have a real lewd face on you right now.” His smile is stretched wide, eyes raised in a sick sense of humor. “Pretty fucking hot, if I have to be honest.” His head tilts and in his hand he holds a softening cock. “Do you want to know why I won’t let you go? Why I’m so certain that you’ll never run for help?” His cock is pressed into your mouth; the once hard flesh, soft and lingering with a salty aftertaste. “Because you have such a big mouth that I doubt you’d ever keep it a secret that you let a villain fuck and piss in your mouth.” Your bottom lip lip trembles and the flat of your tongue holds the bottom of his cock, the once prominent vein now soft. 

It’s much worse than you could have ever imagined. It’s worse than his own seed, something so thin and potent all at once. It’s acidic, burning as it goes down your throat in heavy waves. It swells your belly, your cunt throbbing in reaction, your hands clutching at your chest, nails imbedded deep in your fat. It hits harshly against you, a dull push against the back of your throat, dribbling into salty droplets on your tongue. His cock pulls away from you, limping out and dragging against your swollen lips in a tender kiss, drips of acid sparkling against your parted lips.

You lay one the soiled bed- wet, warm and sticky. Your clit still pulses, harsh and heavy, chest rising and falling in heavy heaves. The urine dries quickly, a heavy acidic scent that fills the room and sticks to your skin like an awful perfume. Sticky hands grab yours and you’re pulled upwards into a solid chest. Your knees buckle and your hands scratch at the abdomen. 

“Let’s go clean you up.” A kiss is placed on the crown of your head, a hand sliding down and leaving goosebumps in its wake as it rests on your lower back. “A nice shower will make you feel better.” The taste of him lingers on your tongue, your mouth dry from the abuse.